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okay so as suggested by @fromkenari (big thank btw), ive decided to make a post about one of my idols who happens to be a part of queer history i dont hear people talk about much.
and said icon is james whale.
he was an english director working in early hollywood, as well directing theatre and acting. his most well known films are probably the invisible man (1933), frankenstein (1931) and bride of frankenstein (1935).
(you might also know him from the road back (1937) if films about ww1 are your thing)
and while part of why i idolise him is those films and making horror art, i bring up the dates specifically because james whale was openly queer throughout his entire hollywood career.
said career began in the 1920s and continued up to 1950. he was pressured to step into the closet but he never did, and its likely a big factor as to why his career ended.
a lot of his films are packed with queer subtext, particularly bride of frankenstein. that film has so much camp packed into it and pretorius is so damn queer coded. theres a lot of queer readings of it you can explore, its fucking incredible.
and mind you, the hays code went into effect in 1934.
the hays code also happened to massively effect frankenstein in retrospect due to scene-cuts in re-releases, and bear with me on this one:
see the original cut had a scene where the monster meets a young girl named maria who asks him to play a game with her. in the game, they sit together and throw flowers onto a lake where they float. when the monster runs out of flowers, he throws his new friend, maria, in, assuming that she would float like the flowers. she doesnt; rather she drowns.
and this scene was specifically created by james whale in reaction to a then moral panic in america basically about the creepy man in the shadows who lures your child away and molests them. this deviant shadowy figure was essentially synonymised with gay men, who were falsely arrested on sodomy charges or died at the hands of mob "justice".
the flower scene challenges that idea because the monster isnt, well, a monster. in 1931, the monster was almost unilaterally perceived as this perverted evil thing that would steal your children; he was practically the same as these "predatory gay men", and then the monster wasnt a monster.
he was misjudged, he wasnt inherently evil, and he was unjustly punished. and if that applies to the monster, surely it applies to whale and all the other openly queer men.
as a scene in 1930s hollywood , it was so divisive because it portrayed the "villain" in a more morally grey area, and essentially said "hey, maybe this queer witch hunt is misguided"
unsurprisingly, producers at universal wanted to end the scene before the drowning. ending the scene there would leave it to the imagination as to what the monster did to maria, and given the sex offender moral panic sweeping the nation, the implication would be that he raped her.
but james whale fought for the scene to be kept and he won. specific states still forced the studios to censor parts of the film, but his film was intact.
BUT when this film was re-released in 1938, they entirely cut out this scene. and this fundamentally changed the character of the monster and the film itself.
by some fucking miracle, the scene was found in the british national film atchive in the 1980s, and modern cuts of the film now include. unfortunately, whale himself would not live to see that as he committed suicide in 1957.
what james whale did with frankenstein in 1931 was revolutionary in the same way that tod brownings freaks (1932) was. both men created films that portrayed the people society called monsters as real, complex beings who are not pure evil, and both faced censorship hell for it.
(go watch freaks btw, its so good)
and, you know, i get emotional talking about james whale. both because i have so much admiration for him as a queer person who refused to lock his queerness away, and because his name is never one i hear in discussions of queer history, and also because hes from the same area as me.
(im yet to find any clips of him speaking so i dont know if he has our accent or not. i like to think he did. he was the sixth out of a seven child working class family and first worked as a cobbler so its as likely as it could be.)
i would like for more queer folks to know about him because i think he deserves more of a legacy.
ian mckellen plays him in gods and monster (1998), and if youre ever in england with spare time, he does have a memorial sculpture. its in dudley which is where he was born, and if you know it, its right at castlegate.
but yeah no, this is my ramble post about a lesser known queer icon. originally i wrote an abridged version in the tags of a different post but @fromkenari was right, it deserves its own post.
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07 and 16 + duke leto atreides (dune) please!!
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You released the inner whore in me with these prompts fr 😂
Prompts : 7. How would you feel about spending the day in bed?
16. Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?
Warnings : 18+ content below the cut, light smut, dom/sub behaviours, spanking (not expicit), allusions to sex, teasing. Not proofread
(English isnt my first language. Please pardon any grammatical/spelling mistakes. Gifs not mine. Divider by @firefly-graphics)
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Being married to a Duke meant that you had to maintain a certain sense of decency and decorum at all times. You were always under scrutiny by the council members (who were not exactly satisfied at your alliance with Duke Leto) and even the citizens of House Atreides. You were always expected to walk, talk and eat a certain way. Which is why you were over the moon when Leto approached you with the idea for an escape. A vacation.
You practically squealed when he informed you of the offer. Your excitement died down when you realized that there would be protection and council members there too. Leto noticed your deflated mood and informed you that absolutely no one would be there except the two of you. Dr. Yueh ordered him to take some time off. 
"Who will take care of the country?" You asked. House Atreides would be left defenseless without the Duke.
"Paul will take care. He will be acting in charge. Besides, Duncan and Gurney will be there to help him. Jessica will make sure the palace doesn't burn down."
You were elated at the news. You turned to check if anyone was around and pressed your onto lips to Leto's warm ones. His hands snaked down your waist and deepened the kiss. The sounds of footsteps approaching sprung you guys apart amd you smoothed your dress in an attempt to look inconspicuous. 
Duncan walked into the hallway and noticed how flustered you were and understood. Your face turned hot with embarrassment and bid farewell to them before retiring to your room.
'Just a few more days and Leto's gonna be all mine'
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You breathed in a breath of fresh air, the salty sea scent filling your nostrils. 5 painfully long days later, you were finally away from the palace and corsets. Clothed in just a shirt from Leto's bag, you stood at the balcony, enjoying the view.
Leto emerged from the shower, his curls damp and sticking to his forehead. Droplets of water tricked down his perfectly toned chest. Your mouth watered at the sight and he smirked at you. He licked his lips slowly and walked towards you. You saw him move like a predator about to catch his prey and formulated a quick plan. One that was sure to get you the best sex of your life. 
You let him tower over you, ans you stood up on your toes. He leaned down, his hit breath fanning over your lips. You placed your palms on his cheeks and brought them lower, almost touching your lips. He crashed them onto yours, eliciting a moan out of you. You weren't sure if you would be able to go through with the rest of the plan at this rate.
He pulled you flush against his still wet chest and deepened the kiss. You dropped you hands to his biceps and squeezed the firm muscles. You slowly trailed them down, to his abdomen and brushed your fingers above his towel. Leto shuddered and you took it as a distraction, allowing you to move away from him.
He looked at you in confusion as you walked to the bathroom door, swaying your hips teasingly, the bottom part of his shirt riding up your bare ass.
"I'm gonna go take a shower. Wouldn't want to miss the wonderful breakfast lined outside." You whispered and closed the bathroom door. 
You heard Leto grunt as he tried to open the door. 
"Do you think I’m messing around? Do you really think I won’t punish you?”
You clenched your thighs as you heard his threat. It took all of your will power to drag yourself to the shower and wash yourself of the dirt and grime of the travel. 
"If you touch yourself in there, you've had it. I swear to all the gods above, (Y/N)."
You turned off the shower and quickly tied the bathrobe around you. You knew better than teasing him any longer. You both were waiting for this vacation for a long time.
You opened the door and found him glaring at you. You gulped and walked out. Leto turned around and walked to the bed at sat at the edge of it.
"Strip." He ordered. 
Excitement buzzed through you as you slowly pulled the robe off you. The cold air hardened your nipples and Leto turned a lusty look at you. He motioned for you to lay on his lap. You obliged and raised your ass higher up as you lay sideways on his lap.
One. Two. Three smacks later he pulled you up roughly.
"That's what naughty girls get. You're lucky i'm in a good mood, otherwise I wouldn't have fucked you at all today." 
You grinned at him. "I promise to be a good girl, Sir. Your good girl."
Safe to say, you were right about it being the best sex of your life. You guys went at it like wild rabbits. Leto stopped only after he made you cum 10 times. You were exhausted but infinitely satisfied. 
Leto pulled you up, bridal-style and took you to the bathroom. He washed you up, leaving tender kisses along your body. You sighed in content and leaned back into his warm body.
Turning off the shower, he dried you up and gave you one of his shirt to wear. You pulled him onto the bed and wrapped an arm around his chest, snuggling further into him.
"How would you feel about spending the day in bed?” Leto whispered above you.
"Hmm. I think I'd love that."
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sarcasticorgasms · 8 months
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call me crazy but i REALLY enjoyed the ending of good omens s2! (spoilers below the cut)
OKAY crowley points this out when he tells gabriel to jump out the window, but aziraphale didnt actually witness heaven's direct cruelty to him, didnt experience first hand how willing they were to throw him away and kill him the second he disagreed with them. crowley, however, did. we dont know if they ever told each other exactly what happened, or if crowley ever told zira that gabriel had said "just shut your stupid mouth and die already." it clearly lasted with crowley, he remembers the exact words.
the choice neil made for aziraphale to not yet fully understand that "good guys" and "bad guys" arent accurate depictions of heaven and hell makes sense when you realize that he's never received the reality of being punished by them. crowley isn't naive though, he's been through this more than once, has witnessed the cult like mentality of heaven and hell and tried to help aziraphale escape. he's always tried to help zira come to his own conclusions, and usually, he at least comes to an understanding (poor people DO have less opportunities, and you're helping science!). you can feel his desperation when hes asking his angel to leave with him, both in season 1 and season 2. but that resignation in his eyes when he realizes that zira is still stuck in the cult of heaven, still cant really see in shades of grey- he knows that nothing he says or does will change zira's mind; the only thing that will change his mind is seeing first hand the cruelty and lack of compassion from heaven towards aziraphale himself.
there were so many amazing moments where they showed the lack of knowledge from heaven. the rule that they're not to visit earth, not to know too much (or anything, it seems) about humans. because someone in heaven knows that access to knowledge makes you smarter, makes you curious, makes you ask questions. whether or not thats the decision of god, or of metatron remains to be seen. but one person being in charge, who's clearly clueless but pretends to know what god wants, is classic cult leader shit. people who follow along without question, who assume that their will is good- that's what the angels are. its hard to truly hate them when you realize that they're all under the same thumb. that scene when uriel asks the metatron if they've done something wrong was kind of heart breaking, they're just children playing a game they were never told all the rules to.
what makes crowley so fascinating as a character is that he's curious, he asks questions. he's not good, he's not bad, he's just... himself. honestly, he's more human than demon in his choices. what he said about following hell as far as he can, so he can stay on his own side is just perfect- and yeah, lonely. and i cant even imagine how lonely he feels now. im obsessed with how we're shown his attempts at changing aziraphale's mind - something about him being the one to encourage aziraphale to try human food, something about him inviting aziraphale to Edinburgh to show him how poverty forces you to make morally questionable choices, that not everything is black and white - idk. it's subtle, it's allowing him to come to the same conclusion on his own, it makes me want to shovel aquarium gravel into my mouth
aziraphale, when he's away from heaven's influence, is much more morally grey, he's more himself, he's happier. but as soon as his superiors are around, he loses all sense of self. he automatically assumed he was going to fall for lying to the other angels and not killing innocent children. he knows better than to ask questions, he KNOWS that what he's asked to do is sometimes wrong, but he has this cognitive dissonance he cant get past- heaven asks him to do things that are bad, but heaven isnt bad. heaven is always good, so what theyre asking must not be bad. but, killing children is pretty objectively bad. he cant kill children. but its god's will, so he has to, it must be good. but its not. and round and round it goes. he's never actually been punished by heaven firsthand, and i think once he sees close up that heaven's will isn't necessarily god's will, and that god's will is not always benevolent, he'll realize. he'll realize that you cant always change things from the inside, that there's a systematic issue that can only be solved by dismantling the institution. god i hope season 3 is dismantling heaven.
all in all i love this ending i am SUCH a sucker for escaping cult stories (nimona and she-ra, nd stevenson i love u). like your whole life you are so sure that you're doing the right thing, and then someone comes along and turns everything upside down and asks you questions, forces you to ask questions, and you can't help but defend where you came from, surely there has to be some mistake, if you could just talk to someone higher up you're sure you could clear this whole misunderstanding up, and then that higher up tell you point blank that they know what theyre doing, they know that innocent people are getting hurt. you witness their violence firsthand, and its intentional, its directed towards YOU. because you dared to ask if what we're doing is really the right thing. and that's when you finally understand.
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inumatsu · 8 months
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splatmatsu au
in this theyre all inklings, but shoutout to @/moeatsushi’s splatoon au its sooooo gooddddddd
osomatsu: vanilla splattershot, tri noveau, nzap85. + most other weapons that have fizzy bombs or tacticooler. unintentionally plays meta weapons but doesnt know it and doesnt play them well. never has enough money/snails to upgrade the slots for his gear. likes run/swim speed. bums cash to pull on shellout machine. i think he would like marie + shiver the most. he would be fairly decent at salmon run if he got off his ass and went to work. turf + tc fav modes
karamatsu: 52+96 gal deco (he likes the sparkles), blaster + range blaster (he thinks the flames are cool), and if he had the muscles to lift up the dynamo hed play it. rockenberg fan, spent all his money 5starring the inky black rider. cant aim for shit, goes up to enemies and chickens out and gets splatted. likes special charge up but never uses his special because he likes how flashy it makes him. marina + shiver fan. zones fav mode
choromatsu: both nozzlenoses, bamboozler, stringer, snipewriter. i can see him using weapons that require multiple shots to kill fsr? pretends he understands the meta (he doesnt) and thinks playing off-meta weapons makes him better (it doesnt) copies high level gear sets as best he can, but he never has the chunks. number one theorycrafter but cant execute anything in battle. diehard squid sisters + callie stan. i feel like he would like rainmaker the most.
ichimatsu: chargers + splatlings, mainly eliter and heavy. prefers to play long range anchor but loves playing splatana stamper surprisingly. will shit himself the moment he gets ambushed or gets jumped when he pushes up with his team. respawn punisher on all his gear, even his stamper kit. usually loitering around the plaza like how smallfry does or in the lobby around judd. doesnt play anarchy but mainly turf and salmon with jyushi. doesnt fw the idols but i think he would like callie and big man.
jyushimatsu: dualies + rollers + sloshers, maybe wiper too. probably dapples, carbon, bloblobber mostly. really, he can flex to anything that isnt backline/anchor. loves special charge + movement abilities, and uses special immediately after getting it, loves zipcaster the most. turf + clam blitz + salmon run lover. grinding for that 333 gold scale banner. frye + callie fan.
todomatsu: brushes + brellas. definitely wears gear for fashion not abilities, but his fashion sense is kinda... bad. and the chunks that go with his gear dont have any synergy at all. you’ll never see him taking or helping in a teamfight. never swings his brush and never shoots his brella canopy because why would he have to? tower control fan if he had to pick, and i think hed like marie and pearl
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creepsmcstuffins · 1 year
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Creeps A.U. Things
Things I've deemed important for the blog. These things have been sitting in the corners of my mind, since the beginning of the blog. But I never really implemented them. Seeing as I'm happier with giving the blog backbone and something to go off of, I feel it's important to make my own A.U. make sense
Firstly, Slender and Zalgo, are rivals. The Under and Over Worlds are connected. But the entrances are hidden to the naked human eye. The Undertow is sectioned off into domains. There are other Orders in the UnderTow, but Slender and Zalgo are the strongest. These two basically run the Undertow. Nothing goes unnoticed.
Slender's ranks are built like this:
Boss: Slender
Judge: Masky/Tim
Jury: Hoodie/Brian
Executioner: Toby
The Judge (Masky/Tim) acts in Slenders absence, or if there are matters that the Boss can't get to. He does the jobs Slender can't really be present for. (Drug deals, money, etc.)
The Jury (Hoodie/Brian) acts as a final decision maker for certain things in Slenders stead, possible proxies, the signing off on certain jobs, the one that acts as a physical leash for the Executioner when the The Judge isnt there, etc.
The Executioner (Toby) as the title suggests, this person acts as the last thing someone sees. They handle the punishments for going against the Boss. Traitors, skimmers, and runners are usually the ones at the Reciving end of an Executioner.
Skimmers are a term used in the Undertow for beings that take money off of the top. Usually they take small amounts of money from successful drug deals or completed assassinations. These people come in all forms, and not all Skimmers are bad. Some make contracts with the bosses of the Undertow.
Namely a few are currently under contract with Slender's group.
Skimmers that are under contract with Slender
Nathan the Nobody : Serves as a Assassin
Mrs. PencilNeck : A Proxy Trainer
Dr. Smiley : The Slender Doctor
Nurse Ann : The Head Nurse (technically serves under Dr. Smiley, so she's like a plus one to his contract)
Jane : Assassin (Even though she resides on the Over World's forest, Slender has direct contact with him
Masky, Hoodie and Toby run three diffrent parts of Slender's Order.
Masky usually handles the Runners and Assassin's. The gives them their orders.
The Assassin's are:
Jeff : He sometimes acts as Judge if Masky isn't present. (Which sometimes is a problem, as he likes to sign off on just any contract)
Eyeless Jack : he's an odd one, but loyal. (E.J. acts as a double edged sword, as his skills are flexible. A doctor, in training and an Assassin)
The Puppeteer : Sometimes he'll forget to turn in his bounties
Runners are usually the ones that handle low level drug runs and smaller Assassin assignments. These people usually answer to Jeff, though loyal to Slender overall Masky/Tim usually leaves them to Jeff.
Runners are:
Smile.Dog : As a Hellhound, he comes off as the least suspected with dealing drugs
Jason the Toymaker : With his abilities, he's able to use his "toys" as physical Runners. He sends them off with the product, retrieve the money and return to Jason.
Nina : Not the fastest of Runners, but she's loyal as hell to Jeff, so it works out.
They also have a good hold of the Drug and Arms dealings in Undertow and Upper World.
BEN is usually in charge of their Drug Deals. And since Nathan is mostly in constant contract, Masky/Tim let's Nathan be ringleader of most Arms Dealing.
Alot of the Creeps have two forms:
A Creep form and a Human form.
In their Creep forms, they are usually working. The Human forms are used for being in the Upper World. To blend in and what not.
Masky/Tim and Hoodie/Brian also have parts of their drug ring in the Upper World.
The Network
The Network is the term used for the teleportation ability that Slender and Zalgo allow their Orders to use.
The Network is connected to all domains in the Undertow. For the Upper World, there are certain entrances that can only be used by individuals within each Order. And both Orders have special safehouses for their own to use. The Network also connects to the center of the Undertow. The base of it sits in the middle of the Undertow's capital. Think of Yggdrasil, with many reaching branches. Or a brain with all the neuron connections.
The Creeps use this as a way to travel between realms. Slender's Creeps, travel through going into forests. The Boss believes in having an escape root, through the trees. And Slender sees them as a safehaven. He also gave his Creeps a bit of his own power in order to conjure up the portals through the Network. Plus the Creeps need sometime to transform into their human forms, save for the few that were born human or have human like appearances. This includes Creeps like Masky/Tim, Toby, Hoodie/Brian, Third Base (Doby), Cody, Nina, Jeff, Jane, Nathan and a few others. This is because in the Undertow, they usually keep their Creep form as a constant. But if their going up to murder their Creep form remains as their appearance.
Zalgo's army, usually use door ways within his domain to travel. He enjoys not having to walk too far for his destinations.
The running of the Upper World Varies. Most things are ran by humans, but the ones that have the most power have made deals with Zalgo to be his "employees". In reality, their just other pawns to cause Slender and the rest of the Mansion problems.
This is just some beginning stuff. I'll add more lore later.
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king-killaway · 2 years
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There's something so inherently queer about horror movies, which is probably why I was drawn to them even from a young age before I realized I was lgbt+.
Whether its because of the "you're not a monster, just misunderstood" aspect, or even the "you became something monstrous because of abuse".
And this phenomenon is partly due to the fact that horror is queer, because for a very long time the only way queerness could be represented was through a villain. But it's more than that. Horror is the destruction of the normal, taking the status quo and flipping it so far on its head that it just doesn't exist anymore.
Horror allows for sexuality to be portrayed outside of heteronormative society. It's also plays a commentary on how heteronormative society destroys queer people.
Take the movie Scream for example. The two villains are both a tragedy and a social commentary on how awful it is for young boys to be subjected to heteronormative toxic masculinity, how their not allowed to exist emotionally even towards their mothers, being told that the only emotions they can feel is rage and hate. How that line of thinking ends in violence against women, violence against heterosexual men, because their so far stuck in the closet that their seemingly only option is violence. Pure jealousy against the "normal". How the two's relationship can only be allowed to flourish through the butchery of the abusers around them.
Jennifer's Body is another example in how awful it is for society to treat women in particular like they're nothing but sex objects. How one woman's rape turned her into something disgusting and unlovable. Yet she is still able to find love, in another woman. She takes delight in tearing down men who would rape her again, men who have no respect for the women around them. And she does this by literally eating them, a direct mirroring of how they only see her body as something to satisfy an urge.
The Adam's Family is another amazing example. The Adam's are seen as something dark, despicable, sinners because of their inability to act "normal". People fear them, people want to swindle them out of their property, make them just go away. Yet, one of the best examples of a healthy relationship is between Tiss and Gomez. Their children aren't forced into unattainable standards. Wednesday isnt forced to be girly, or feminine, yet she still is a girl. Men aren't shunned for having "unmasculine" emotions, they cry, depend on those around them. They're allowed to just be. And yet the world still hates them.
Women and men equally are allowed to be sexual without punishment. Women can be sexually without losing their own power. Men are allowed to be sexual without being the one in charge. The roles often get reversed and when they aren't its almost always looked down upon by the story.
Hell even Silence of the Lambs explicitly says in the movie that "transsexuals aren't violent people, they simply wish to exist." One of the first movies to accurately portray the difference between a villain dressing up as the opposite sex for a violent sexual fantasy and actual transgender/transsexual people just wanting to live their life without hate. And that's coming from the mouth of HANNIBAL LECTER a literal villain that eats people. Bill is demonized because he is violent without reason and his scape goat is transgender people, not because he THINKS he's a woman.
Horror movies are and always will be for queer folk. And any dude bro who thinks otherwise has never had to question the status quo. But for the people who are bullied and abused because of it, their release, their comeuppance, will always be with the villains of horror.
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chenqingssuibian · 2 years
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lwj is a bitch, but he's MY bitch.
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sweettodo · 3 years
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beggars can’t be choosers.
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levi ackerman x reader x eren jaeger.
includes : threesome, cockwarming, edging/denied orgasm, oral, swearing. whole lotta smut, not a lotta plot.
wc : 4k.
synopsis : a promiscuous sequel. eren knows you’re missing levi and him, and he’s gonna help out his desperate little friend to get the captains attention.
✰ a / n ,, thank you for almost 1,000 followers, i love you all ! <33.
The night after it all transpired- you were like a new woman, the unusual smile on your face made the others query your motives when you appeared at breakfast, lunch, and dinner, even on missions.
'What has her so lively?'
You were fulfilled, there was nothing that could top that night- that night was the embodiment of your fantasies. Both your Captain and long time friend, with you right in the middle.
For the most part, your affairs with the two dwelled to be the same, your comrades still unable to tell something had gone down between the three of you. Eren invariably sat next to you; you teased each other just like always and your Captain still treated you like a peon.
Though not even you could disagree to the fact that you were like an addict, just itching to be touched like a pervert, you longed for the littlest bit of attention- per usual. And it was more painful when Eren purposely chose to torment you, little pokes and prods, long hugs and squeezes sent you over the moon, this was a game to him, and he played it good.
You didn't concede this to Eren, but he could tell you had these twisted ideas in your mind without a word needing to be spoken, watching you doze off into space. Whilst your mind was filled with vile notions of that night- at every waking moment of the day- Eren much less thought about that evening with Captain Levi involved, he would rather make his own remembrances with you.
Giving your feelings the time to fester meant nearly dropping to your knees if anyone so little as gave you a high five.
And Eren loves to use this to further his objective, he finds it a good source of entertainment to watch you shiver, or whine because, ‘she doesn’t even hide it, she wants me so bad.’
On one end, Captan Levi was his usual cold self, and you still flirted with him... For the joke.
While on the other end, he liked it- of course, he did, he liked the chivalry enough to drag you into his office and show you how much he liked your trifling behavior.
Whether he liked it or not, he found himself thinking about it too. Not enough to divert his attention on more crucial aspects of his life and job of course, nor did he act on his thoughts.
It was so pitiful, laying in bed looking at your ceiling as you touched yourself- for what felt like hours- feeling both of them filling you up and giving you what you yearned for. The feeling almost too real, and you yearned to feel it again. You needed it again, no matter the cost.
Your mind filled with only Levi Ackerman and Eren Jaeger.
"What are you thinking about?"
Breaking out of your reverie, seeing Connie parking his rear in the dining halls bench, "oh, nothin' just tired." He hums in response, slowly nodding.
"Dreamin’ about me, I hope."
"Only in your wildest dreams, Springer."
Jean, who's sitting beside his friend and throwing a loose arm over his shoulder, "who'd be daydreaming about you?" he cackles, Connie shoving his best friends’ arm off of him and frowning.
"Don't worry Jean, I have enough love for the both of you."
"I don't-"
"You love it though, right, horse face?" peeking a look to your side, the familiar brunette is claiming his seat next to you, grinning at his friend who's flustered and kicking Eren under the table.
Jean struggles to play it cool, rolling his eyes and tossing his hands behind his head, "I already have someone on my mind."
"Shucks, I can't play around with you anymore?" wriggling your eyebrows, devilish smile growing on your face, Jean shakes his head.
"Nope, doesn't work on me anymore."
Connie interjects, "don't listen to em', he's always gonna be a slave for your little flirts."
"Am not!"
"Yeah, you are, everyone knows it."
Armin and Mikasa walk into the arguing, giving each other a side-eye before hesitantly settling at the table, hearing Jean try to defend himself against his friends, "guys, no need to yell so early in the morning." Armin hushes, sighing.
"Jean, you know you love it."
"Even Armin likes it!" Eren laughs, pointing at his best friend, "he won't deny it either!"
Armin smiles cheekily, scratching the back of his head, "we're not talking about myself right now."
You had a skill, almost like it was an art- reeling any man in as you pleased, and they loved it, who wouldn't?
You suck in a corner of your bottom lip, looking down at your lap.
"Why are you be so loud, Eren?"
The table instantly falls mute, heads darting to face the man in charge, "sorry Cap."
"I want you all outside in ten minutes, be on time."
As quick as he comes, he's gone, not looking at you indifferently. 'This was seriously going to be a one-time thing?'
"You look antsy, y/n." Eren leans over to your ear, "what's on your mind?" he asks, you look at him, he knew exactly what was on your mind.
"You know what's on my mind, Eren,” smug look on his lips, patting your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, "don't tease me, Jaeger." You mutter, placing your hand on top of his own to remove it from your leg.
"Y'know, now all of a sudden you don't like it when I touch you because it makes you think of that night, it's obvious."
Your eyes squinting to scowl at him, glancing around to see if anyone had heard what he said; they didn't, all of them either throwing away garbage or talking amongst themselves, "why don't you just stir things up again? You want to, I can tell."
You sit there silently, allowing him to rev up your engine, this was something you craved to feel, he wanted to see you act up, enticing him and his friends, "do what you did before, Captain is bound to give you what you want."
You listened to every word he said, his hand still on your thigh as you closed your legs, squeezing them together as your body throbbed, he was right, and you were desperate, "why don't you go tell him how much you want it?"
You lick your chapped lips, throat bone dry as you're uncomfortably struggling to find words, "Eren," he flashes you a smile, 'she's falling apart with just me looking at her.'
"I can't tell him anything, and you better not either," you grit, eventually gaining some self-control, standing from your seat as he remains in his, "shouldn't we go? Everyone else is gone."
Eren stands, stepping over the bench as he takes a look around, the room was nearly empty, "Levi's gonna be mad at us, maybe he'll even punish you if you're lucky."
You shake your head, "just let me help you," you gaze up at him whilst the two of you follow behind your friends, "I can help you get what you want."
You pondered the offer, "yeah?"
He smiles, "of course," Eren tried to contain himself, even the idea of having you under him made his dick twitch under his belt.
"What do you have in mind?" you spoke, he hummed quietly, "wanna' get me in trouble?"
The tension between the two of you rose, holding your breath as you reached the empty field for sparring, he nodded his head, "of course I do."
You brainstormed, how to get attention from your Captain, but what you didn't know was Eren was already putting his plan into motion, already telling your friends what would land you right in his bed.
Hours later, the time dinner came around, the table was just like the ordinary, chatting and eating after a long day of activities; but unbeknownst to you, Eren was counting the seconds before the Captain would come storming into the room.
During the day, while you sparred with Jean, Eren found himself talking to Connie right in front of the men in charge- both Erwin and Levi listened in as Eren purposely filled Connie's ear with intentions you had. Vile thoughts, Levi and Erwin looking at each other, the Commander blown away, 'yeah, she said to me she wanted Captain to chain her up and everything, torture her, even,’
'Are you serious?' Eren nodded slyly.
‘That’s y/n for you, kinky, isnt she?’ crossing his arms.
'She is one freaky bastard- better not let Captain find out.'
But- to no avail, it was a little too late for that.
"Y/n,"
His voice split through the talkative room in an instant, voice booming as you quickly looked up, swallowing your food, "Eren, Y/n, my office- now."
Connie and Eren exchanged looks and you caught them, "what's that look for?"
"Don't worry about it lets just go."
Levi had already left the dining hall, you walked beside Eren, "what did you do, Eren?"
"Nothing." He defends, shrugging as you inched closer to the familiar wooden door.
Eren stopped in front of the door, he wasted no time, knuckles knocking on the old wood, "calm down, it's all fine."
Letting out a sigh, hearing his voice on the other side of the entrance, the two of you slipping past the doorframe and right into his office, he sat there, arms crossed in his chair, "do you have anything you'd like to say for yourself?"
Before you get the chance to speak, Eren perks up, "what do you mean, Captain?"
"Y/n?"
You choked, throat dry from the awkwardness in the room, "I'm confused on what you mean, sir." Levi scoffed, shaking his head. He was angry, nearly incensed as he watched you shuffle around, your eyes stuck on your feet.
The sound of his chair pushing backward sends shivers up your spine, he stands, "I don't know where to start with either of you."
"Tell him why you did it, y/n."
Your head practically spinning off your shoulders to face the man who stood beside you, "what do you mean, Jaeger?"
Your eyes bulging out of your head, squeezing your fists as you glared at Eren, "say it, cadet."
You looked at Levi in dismay, "I don't know what he's talking about, sir."
"I should've brought Connie in here too for listening to the bullshit you were spewing."
'Bullshit I was spewing?'
"All I was saying was what she told me, Cap."
"Yeah, apparently, y/n."
You meet eyes with your Captain as he's rounding his table, "you want it that bad?"
Avoiding his question, praying for him to step back, feeling weak from his intense glare, sending you into a nervous turmoil.
"Answer me."
You defended yourself, unable to give the boss an answer. Levi was mad, he was beyond humiliated at not only did Erwin hear your perverse ideas, but now big-mouth Connie. And he was fed up- once again- with your behavior.
He’s angrily stepping away from you and opening his bedroom door, "bring her, Jaeger."
Grabbing your wrist, Eren is nearly flinging you into the dimly lit bedroom, stumbling over your feet as the door is clicking shut. You rubbed your wrist, looking at Levi who stands before you, looking up at him.
His strong hands sitting you on the edge of his bed, his finger meeting under your chin and tilting your head up as you stared at him breathlessly, "you want things to be your way, right?"
You nodded, Eren standing next to your Captain, "things won't always go your way, cadet."
You gulped, the restriction growing under his grasp as he slid his hand down your neck, squeezing, "you're lucky I'm even doing this for you, you should be locked up."
Glancing at Eren, who's gradually unhooking his belt, "use this, Captain."
The leather belt being pulled from around Eren's waist and being placed in Levi's hand, he graciously seizes it and pushes you to get up, "lie down and be quiet, understood?"
Before reaching the other side of the bed, your captain is linking the material around your wrists behind your back and using his knee to push you on the bed, your body vulnerable as you can't catch your fall. Knees just barely hanging over the edge of the bed, someone's feet kicking your legs open.
"So I've been on your mind? because it sure seems it."
Digging your head into the sheets, you're nodding, "disgusting."
The weight of the bed plunges in front of your head, fingers entering your hair and pulling you up by the roots, "you think I'll be easy on you this time around?"
You shake your head, "no sir."
With Levi in front of you, Eren is using his foot to slip off your shoes, his hands crawling below your waist, blindly unbuttoning your jeans and tugging them down your thighs.
Pushing you onto your back, Levi is sliding off the bed and you're trying to blow your hair out of your face, Eren steps out of the Captains' way, Levi pushing your knees up and placing your feet on the bed, "you've been acting up again, misbehaving won't get you what you want, y/n."
"She probably wanted this to happen again."
You did, you prayed for it to happen again, but you didn't intend to be tied up, unable to do anything, "I didn't ask to be tied up, though," you muttered under your breath, pulling against the material.
Eren laughs, unbuttoning your blouse while your Captain pinned your legs against your stomach, squirming around under his tight grasp.
“You go around and tell everyone how desperate you are,” you feel his thumb slowly press against the sensitive nub concealed by only your thin underwear, “have you been thinking about us fucking you again, y/n?” calculatedly pushing his thumb up and down, applying more pressure while he keeps your leg in a firm grasp against your body.
“It’s disgusting, really.”
He knows you you hate to be teased, Levi knew if he had even given you a taste of what you begged for, you'd become greedy. Eren on the other hand was sadistic, he would tease and tease and tease, that's how he would get off.
You're caught up in the painstaking abuse of his thumb, not giving any thought to the question he had asked you. He stops, looking at you with a bitter glare, “didn't I ask you a question?” you whine, pressing your head deeper into the mattress.
“Yes, Captain- I've been thinking about you fucking me.”
He's gratified by your answer, knowing that the inquiry would humiliate you.
“Dirty- fuckin’ dirty.” He taunts, picking up where he left off. Levi stands beside his subordinate, Eren pressing your other leg up and finding his fingers hooking around the wet fabric, and trying to get a look at your cunt.
Eren moves out of the way, allowing Levi to push your body back farther, he lowers to his knees, leaning against the edge of the bed, “do you enjoy giving me a hard time?”
They never failed to get you under their complete control, your heart beating out of your chest whenever either of them gave you as little as a glance with their lust-filled eyes. It was so incredibly wrong, so immoral, but it was your guys’ thing, this was your little secret.
“You’ve always been such a troublesome girl.”
Weakly, you're shaking your head, trying to keep your breathing under control as his fingers are raking between your sopping folds, spreading them apart with his calloused index and middle finger, admiring your beautiful body. ‘God- if you weren't such a pest.’ Levi pushed those thoughts to the back of his head, you'd always be his little annoying flirt, nothing more- nothing less.
Though both Eren and Levi seemed to enjoy pleasuring you until numb, your captain knew he needed to instill some discipline, he couldn't let himself be seen as a push-over just because he couldn't stop thinking about how you squeezed his cock so perfectly.
The thought of his fingers being knuckle deep inside your pussy brought him close to reaching bliss in his jeans, you didn't even have to touch him.
Curving his fingers up into your tight, textured walls, feeling your heartbeat throb around his two fingers as he made sure to send shock waves throughout your body. The pad of his thumb rubbing deep and slow circles around your clit, each time he hit a nerve your legs twitching, he hit every spot.
Eren stood beside you, loosely pumping his cock in his fist, watching you squirm and cry out, trying to free yourself as your wrists were falling asleep from the weight of your body, “l-let me go, please.”
Levi and Eren dismissed your pleas, trying so desperately to close your legs from the strong thrusts of his fingers, the overstimulation making your back arch, sucking his fingers in for more, and more.
That coil tightening in your stomach was unmistakable, head spinning, moaning out blubbers of swears and incoherent words, “go on, cum.” They know how bad you've been waiting for this, both men knew it needed to happen again, it was sad seeing you feral like a dog looking for any sort of notoriety.
That's all you wanted to hear, selfishly pushing your quivering hips onto his fingers, he knew this would make you furious, Levi was ready to make your night hell.
All of it stopped. His digits pulling out of your clenching hole as he smirked, standing up onto his feet, pulling you farther and farther away from the peak of your climax.
Gasping like a fish out of water, lifting your head to see Levi on his feet, you sobbed, pain filling your body as you were so prepared, so close to releasing, “Captain,” crying, your foot shaking from the awful tension erected in your lower stomach, your pussy mindlessly twitching, trying to make up for lost touch.
He leans towards your face, gripping your jaw, slipping his slick-covered fingers down your tongue, “that's what happens when you aren't good, I'm sure you understand that, right?”
“Yes- sir.”
He pitties you, almost feeling bad for leaving you a mess in your tears and exertion, but Eren, on the other hand, loved it. “If you take good care of Eren, you might get what you want.”
Eren helps you up, keeping your wrists bound as he can now take advantage of your wet throat, “she knows how to take good care of us.” Eren praises, petting your head and peeling the stranded hairs out of your face, “you’ve always been so good to me.”
Levi scoffs, “besides when she's being a tease.”
Your captain unzips his pants, pushing them past his thighs.
Sitting on the bed and leaning his bare back against the bed frame, “come over here.”
Like a feeble idiot, you're bringing your body closer to his, he grabs you by your waist, lifting one leg and yanking you over his lap, Eren gets on the bed, his tip spilling precum, “you're gonna sit still while you help your friend out, yeah?”
Levi prepares his cock by stealing some of your slick and lubricating hmself with it, lifting your hips so he can ease you onto his cock.
Pushing yourself onto his hips only made him annoyed, “don't you dare,” you groan, he keeps you somewhat upright by keeping a hold on Erens belt.
Eren gripping the back of your head, directing your mouth onto his cock, your lips wrapping around his tip whilst looking in his pretty eyes, his thick eyebrows furrowed and twisted from the satisfaction your mouth is endowing his needy cock with.
Your tongue licking the bottom side of his cock as you pressed your throat until it was filled.
He just wants to hear you gag, messy face while your throat tightens around him, adjusting to his size.
Your pussy crying and burning from the lack of movement, your Captain torturing you, whining on Eren’s cock, hoping Levi would just move a little, although you knew better than to attempt anything.
Eren rocking his hips against your throat, spit spilling from your chin as he throat fucks you, Levi sees how good of a job you're doing, rutting his hips into your dripping cunt only once to keep you going- cueing you to hurry and swallow Erens load so you can convince them to fuck you.
Pulling out of your throat, strings of spit connecting to his cock as he stops himself from releasing down your throat.
Levi’s pleased with you, so he wants to reward you, ‘she’s suffered enough,’ he says to himself, fucking you on his cock just how you like it. Letting out whimpers of relief; by the time your Captain had decided to fuck you, the base of his cock had already been soaking from your slick trickling down and onto his pubic bone. Erens hand palming your perky tits, watching them bounce at the hands of you riding him.
Reversing on Levi’s cock meant Eren could see your pretty little face twist up, your mouth stuck open as you looked at the man in front of you, you were so precious- if anything- you deserved him, you deserved his affection, and he wanted to give it to you.
“Cap’ gonna cum,” you're body trying to curl up in a ball as he holds you from plunging forward, the movement of your hips bouncing back and forth on him, your ass slapping on his cock, the sound of skin loud, which he used as encouragement to plant his seed in you. Such a vicious noise as Levi keeps you still, rutting his hips into yours as he's pulling your head back by a handful of your hair. Your body left with shockwaves as he fucks any sort of knowledge, words, and sounds out of you; you're silent, mouth ajar as you're eventually worthy enough to reach your high.
Your head spinning, eyes being surrounded by a warm white as you're clenching around him to suck him in deeper, your holes twitching as you're frozen still from the orgasm erupting from your body.
Levi grunting as he fills you up with his load, thrusting his hips into you to plant his seed as deep as possible into your beaten little cunt.
“That's right, so pretty- I bet that felt good, didn't it?”
“It did- ‘need more, Eren.”
Eren smirks, face glowing with pride, so vulnerable you were, a girl with needs- his girl, and he had all the antidotes for your selfish little troubles. You were always so willing, truly, you were the perfect participant.
“I think I should untie her, what do you think?”
“Go on and do it, I think she deserves it.” a sigh of relief leaving your lungs as you're set free, rubbing your raw wrists while Eren is easing you on your back, his hands caressing every inch of your sore body, gently squeezing when he gets a good handful of your soft flesh. Up your thighs, under, your perfect waist and sides, he wanted it all-and he wanted you at his disposal.
And thankfully, you wanted them all to yourself too.
Eren knew he wouldn't last long, he's been waiting too long for you, so he doesn't spare any seconds, kneading your tits; giving each of them the right amount of attention, rolling your nipple between his fingers, lightly tugging as he's pushing past your little hole, “filled with so much cum already, you like bein’ a cocksleeve? You like being stuffed, huh?”
Nodding, “yes- I love it s’much, love it!”
Levi holds your wrists above your head.
Eyes rolling back, Erens cock drilling into you, your body shaking as he tears another orgasm out of you, you cried and screamed, Levi inserting his two fingers down your throat to shut you up as Hanges room was no more than ten feet away.
You loved it, you loved it so much- you loved being the center of their attention, you adored being their little ragdoll, how they could fuck you into oblivion so mercilessly, yet make sure you get your fix.
His cock knocking into you, hitting your cervix, which sent moans flying out of your throat, gripping his wrist tightly while he held your thigh up around his waist.
You deemed it your job to please them, to take care of them, and they felt the same- it was the implicit rule of this situationship.
Erens trying to instill as much self-control as he can bear to keep, but it's merely no use, he’s slipping, and fast. His cock constantly slamming into your nerves sent you into a spiral, every thrust fucked your eyes to the back of your head, “fuckin’ you stupid huh- I missed this tight cunt.” Eren spits, the sweat from his body dripping onto your sticky body as your pussy goes numb.
“I love your cock- love it s’much Eren,” your beautiful voice could alone bring both men to climax, he uses it as motivation to cum deep into your pussy. Levi wiped the drool from the side of your lip, along with your tears as he watched you.
Eren pulled out, light moans as he shivered, spilling his seed on your stomach, a mantra of your name falling from his tongue as he tried to regain control.
With you left fucked out on the bed as they got dressed, almost like a routine- you're left struggling to put your clothes on as Levi is trying to rush the two of you out of his room so he can strip his sheets.
“Don't get caught.” He's warning, seeing the two of you out, you're practically trudging through the corridors with Eren at your side as you feel more of a mixture of your cum soak through your underwear and legs, your jeans getting damp with each step you took.
Right as you neared the bedroom door, thankful to be able to strip yourself of your clothing in only a few minutes, Eren ensures you get to your room safely, but no one is that lucky- are they?
“Whatcha’ guys up to?”
Before catching a glimpse of your face, you're gasping and looking away, Eren turning around to see Connie and Jean, “busy?”
Eren laughs, casually speaking, “does it look like it?” he looks more or less as disheveled as you did, his hair falling from the hair tie, while you looked a mess.
“She looks like she just got hit by a bus.”
Your body barreling over in embarrassment, you find it hard to look at them, Jeans’ eyes doubling in size as he sees the unfamiliar piece of fabric in your hand.
“Is that- your bra?”
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lockandkeyhyena · 2 years
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I have a theory for how Sprouts redemption arch might go in the series: I think at the beginning, hes going to be somewhat of a jerk, just getting in the main casts way, causing problems for them, just being more of an irritating menace than down right evil. However, itll soon be made apparent just how things around him are changing, and because of his attitude and how he acts, this is pushing other ponys away from him as they progress with society. Sprout will see this and at first attempt to pull things back to how they formerly were. All hes ever really known is to fear and hate unicorn and pegasus, so now being possibly surrounded by them would be a bit of a culture shock. Through his efforts to put things back to 'normal', he'll realize hes basically been left behind, now being seen as the odd one out. This could basically he the wakeup call he needs to realize what hes doing if wrong and possibly give him the incentive to change. Only, he doenst know how. He doenst know how to change and he doesnt know how to ask for help, because even if he wants to change, it's still worked into his brain that pegasus and unicorns are different. I headcannon that Sprout has a fear of change, and that what he did in the movie, while by no means excusable or right, were based on both wanting to make his mother proud, and from being under stress of being the new sheriff and having all this new events like being in charge and having a unicorn 'attack' thrown onto him at once. Him trying to fix how he see things and change himself would probably be pretty terrifying. This could essentially he, in a way, his punishment for what he did in the events of the movie. Hes an outcast who wants to be accepted again, and in trying to fix what he did, he gets frustrated and lashes out in ways that make him still seem like hes still in that old mindset. It isnt till someone, most likely a member of the main cast, is able to see through this and is the one to reach out the hoof to help him.
anon if his redemption doesn’t go exactly this way i will write this fic and i fucking swear on it
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scream-mans-friend · 2 years
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rip I’m also wading through job apps right now 😔✌️ good luck!!! I’d love to hear any tidbits you might like to share about Despite the Milestones though :))
Oh I def do!! Im gonna stick to things I probably won't touch on in the fic (bc I dont want to go over his entire life and would rather not make it more angsty)
Hitoshi managed to snap mic out of his paralysis on his own in one scene, but this was the first time he had done it- he had never said the command "stop" for "stop being frozen" before then and currently isnt strong enough to shake anyone out of their trance state on his own. There are two reasons why he hadn't tried it before: one, he's a baby. And two, after a while of getting frozen on her own, his mother instilled a fear of both freezing and unfreezing others into him.
A little more info about his mother- shes slightly older then hizashi, but not by much. She was about 22 when she had him. She didn't start out abusive, but after getting frozen for long periods of time by hitoshis quirk (which developed around the time he started to talk) she started to fear it and snap after she was frozen. She eventually muzzled him, but she quickly realized how fucked it was and gave him up. She's currently facing minor charges for the abuse she put him through, but bc she realized she was unfit to care for him due to his quirk and gave him up, she will not face a big punishment (bnhas systems r shown to be flawed in these ways and discriminatory towards certain quirks). She will eventually try to get partial custody when Hitoshi is older, but she will be rejected. Hitoshi will get to decide if he wants to pursue a relationship with her or not, and treats her like a distant aunt he occasionally meets with. Erasercloudmic takes turns supervising these visits.
Adapting an idea an anon had, but for a while, hitoshi figures that erasercloudmic used a quirk to have him, and that hes biologically all of theirs. He doesn't remember much from his early days and hizashi doesnt have pictures from before he got custody of hitoshi. He also decided it would be better to avoid showing Hitoshi pictures where he still has fresh muzzle marks, so this plays into hitoshis confusion when he finds out he has a mother. It never occurred to erasercloudmic to remind him of her when he was older jabshdksshsj. Hitoshi figures out that mic is his sole bio father due to the eyes, as well as his complaints about hitoshi looking more like oboro and shouta.
This is something i actually might write into the fic but. When hitoshi is older and their family is in a more stable place, erasercloudmic realizes that they'd like another kid someday- not right away, and they aren't sure if they'd want to use a quirk to have a child or adopt. After they realize this, Oboro and Shouta will privately tease mic by asking him to go out and make them another kid. Mic quickly grows tired of the joke, eventually jokes back that hes gonna make sure that hitoshis sibling doesn't look like the other two parents at all, so they better drop the idea.
Mic really worries about hitoshi having doubts about if mic wants him or not (after all, he is a lovechild that mic didn't know about for a while) so mic showers him with a lot of love during the times when he’s most anxious about it. Hitoshi gets the message loud and clear, he experiences brief doubts but in the end knows that hes wanted and loved.
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aetherarf · 3 years
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can i request diluc’s s/o trying to convince him to perform this song at the windblume festival
the s/o plays the guitar
kaeya plays the drums
rosaria plays the piano
and venti plays his lyre
anon... ur mind... bless....
also its been a long time since ive used tumblr outside of posting my writings, WHEN WAS PUTTING HYPERLINKS IN ASKS A THING?
[ i tweaked some of the ideas you offered... just read :) ]
this request killed me its so long. sorry if its weird.
[[ Summary: The wind embodies change, and with it, even the Harpastum festival must change... And you're intent on bringing the change.
Word Count: 4'855 ]]
Countless pages of sheet music, of instruments awkwardly acquired through countless means, songs written...
You looked over the mass of objects. It looked messy, but... hey, they weren't being used right now!
Harpastum had always been a great time for celebration, for bringing loud joy and exuberance... And you were in charge of heralding another change in the City of the Wind.
You intended on putting together a massive performance, a band all together to play music, and to gather Mondstadt to bear witness. However, there was a few problems with this..
You may have written all the music, but you were one person. You couldn't play all the instruments, even if you had reasonable grasp of all of them, and you definitely couldn't sing the lead part--Your voice just couldn't project well enough, as well as you couldn't hit the necessary notes.
You had a few weeks before it was time for you to put everyone on the stage... was that enough time?
... You'd have to figure it out then.
Maybe you could ask Barbara for help? She had her own concerts from time to time, as Mondstadt's Idol herself, so... She might know how to help.
... Sigh. The cathedral.
A quick walk through and a few questions with the sisters told you Barbara was taking a day off--of course, you were happy for her! She never was very good at taking care of herself, but it just left you frustrated with the fact that you truly were alone to figure this out...
You couldn't sit another minute amongst countless instruments that taunted you, so you sat on a bench, looking over the papers you carried with you...
You could take one of the spots... Whatever was left over, really, minus being the singer. Actually--you had an idea of who could be the singer, so you didn't really worry too much, that'd be the easiest of this whole ordeal... it was just... everything else.
"Yahoo! Wah-ACK!"
You jerked your head up, seeing Venti gliding right above you, then a spear shot over him, shooting through his windglider, destroying it as he crashed to the ground, rolling like a dropped sack of potatoes pushed down a hill, but just managing to jump up with a sigh.
"Dangit. Oh, hi!" He trotted over to you, as though he had not been nearly maimed by a sudden weapon, "Hey! What are you looking at?" He was still panting when he bent at the waist, not minding your personal space as he looked at the music, you panicked and pulled it to your chest.
"I-... Are you okay?" You asked, and Venti just shrugged, sitting down next to you.
"I've been worse. I just made a sister very angry at me... Nothing new!"
You looked at him oddly, only to hear the sound of feet stomping on the stone ground, and to see a sister standing over you--
No, over him.
"Bard," She said, harshly, "I could imprison you beneath the Knight headquarters this instant for this, you know."
Venti stood up, "Of course, but! Ack!" With one hand, he held onto his chest, and dramatically fell back, one hand holding the back of the bench, "You've already wounded me so... was this a suffecient enough punishment...?" He asked, dramatically rasping for death,
"Blegh..." He stumbled back, and fell over the back of the bench, his legs from the knee-down hanging over the top of it.
The woman just groaned, shaking her head and grabbing one of his legs, tossing it off to the side of the bench, hearing Venti go oomf! As he completely hit the ground, and the woman took the spot he was just sitting in.
"What do you have there?" She asked, looking over.
"Well, hello to you too, Rosaria."
Rosaria looked at your face--no emotion on her own, and she just repeated herself, "What do you have there?"
You handed over the papers, and she took, holding them with much more care than Venti ever would of--He already slung his arms over the back of the bench, his chin resting atop it so he could watch whatever you and Rosaria were doing, in a... metaphorically front row seat.
"I'm planning something for Harpastum. A... concert, like Barbara's. But I can't really find the people I need." You admitted, genuinely, and she flipped through it a little. Eventually, you noticed she was looking over the piano part.
"I see. Nothing to be concerned of, for me or for you." She set it down on the bench between the both of you, only for Venti to snatch it up, snooping through it as well.
"What do you mean?" You asked, watching Venti out of the corner of your eye.
"Well, you're not sharing anything dangerous with the bard-" She reached over, and flicked him right between the eyes.
"Owwie... you're mean." Venti pouted, for all of two seconds before he went back to reading through it all- the sheet music, the plans, the lyrics, all that.
"As well as the piano part looked simple enough... Don't bother asking the other sister," Rosaria leaned back, "But anyone who knows and has limber enough hands to keep up can play it."
"I like this trumpet part," Venti mentioned, idly, "It's... bouncy."
"Well, it's supposed to be... and if you two iike it so much..."
Both of them locked their gazes right on you,
"Would you be willing to just play a little? And-and if you like it, maybe play for the concert? it's not a big thing, I promise!"
There was a silence, before Venti shouted--loudly, "Of course! Even if it's different than normal, a bard always strives to entertain!"
He then dramatically fell behind the bench again, with a loud oomf.
You idly wonder how he's not permanently as purple as a grape from all the bumps and bruises he gets.
"... Hm. What's in it for me?"
You looked at her helplessly...
"... Conner has a special batch of wine brewing for Harpastum, meant to be drunk near-frozen... for the heat, you know? I can get Diluc to get you a bottle."
Rosaria's eyes widened.
"Wait, do I get wine too?" Venti asked, peeking over the back of the bench.
You sighed, "Everyone who performs will get a bottle of this special wine, I promise!"
Venti, again, cheered loudly.
"Hm," Rosaria hummed, "I'll try out playing the part, at least. Do you have a piano? I don't really want the other sisters to yell at me for playing such..." she raised her hands, doing air quotes, "violent music in the Cathedral."
"I do, I do," you stood up, more than a little excited, "It's at my place, come on! Fair warning, it's a bit of a mess, but it's not like I'm having the concert there."
"Meh, everything's messy at some point." Venti shrugged, and Rosaria simply said nothing, letting you lead the both of them forth...
Oh, this was all coming together!
...
By the time the three of you got there, the first thing you did was move the drums--ah, still needed a drummer, oh well. You moved them out of the way to give access to the piano, adjusting the drums to make it all the easier for whoever came next to play... and, tucked away, you pulled out the trumpet, all but shoving it into Venti's hands as Rosaria sat down.
On the piano, you set down Rosaria's part, and you placed a stand before Venti, setting the sheet music down for the trumpet there..
"Okay... Rosaria?" You looked over at her, and she just tilted her head to look at you, "How about you play your part--Venti, if you blow that in my ear, I will end you."
Venti, sheepishly, tucked the trumpet behind his back, "What? Why would I do that... Ehe..."
You glared at him, "Oh, and..." You fumbled around with the clutter, finding a metronome and setting it on top of the piano, setting it to the right beat...
And without prompting, Rosaria began playing, near slamming her fingertips onto the keys of the piano--nothing like the music that was played in the Cathedral, that was always gentle, loving tickling of the ivory keys, but this was loud and harsh, banging, as though demanding you to move.
"Perfect!" You couldn't help but shout out, making Rosaria hit a wrong key, and she jerked around to glare at you.
"... Sorry," you admitted, "But, oh my goodness... It's perfect! Please, please tell me you'll play!" You were ready to get down on your knees and beg...
She examined your expression...
"... Maybe. Assuming you can get everyone else. And I expect a sample of the wine before we get on stage."
"Of course, of course, that's-that's more than acceptable!"
"Heyyy..." Venti whined, "What about me?"
"Oh, right," Venti just withered at that statement, "Don't do that, now... your turn, Venti."
He perked up without an issue, pressing the trumpet to his lips, and you flipped the sheet music to its first page--
And it was loud, each note forced out with excitement and enthusiasm, Venti all but dancing as he played, even as both his hands were on the trumpet itself, bouncing where he stood--
The music sounded just as excited as he looked.
"Perfect!"
Once again, you made one of your bandmates [ Oh, bandmates! This is really coming together! ] jump, and play a wrong note.
You couldn't be bothered to care!
"Okay, okay! That leaves... That leaves the drums and the guitar..."
You looked at both, focusing on them... "I can play both, but..."
You sighed, withering again at the realization that you were still just at the beginning.
"Not at once..."
Venti looked over the drums curiously for a moment... And smiled.
"I have an idea-"
"You're not going to play them with your feet, Venti."
"THAT WASN'T MY IDEA... Even if it's totally a great idea. But--isnt there a particular Cavalry Captain who was raised in a rich family? They do love teaching their children the musical arts..." Venti hummed.
You stared blankly for a moment, "Kae...ya? Do you actually think he knows how to play, well, anything?"
"Duh, he's a rich boy!" Venti shouted, "Sure, Diluc is the actual rich boy, but we all know he'd rather kiss a Hilichurl than go on stage!"
... You hoped not.
"Well, I suppose it's worth a shot. Do you two want to come with me?"
"Sure!"
"I've got nothing better to do."
What a merry little band you've gotten, all parading your way down to the Knight's headquarters.
It didn't take long to find the office Kaeya was in, all three of you filtering in, all but surrounding his desk, and Kaeya looked up suspiciously, setting down the pen in hand.
"I'd ask if this was an intervention about my drinking, but none of you are able to say anything about it."
Venti, "Hey!"
Rosaria, "Fair."
You just huffed.
"No, this isn't an intervention... yet," You knew Diluc had been getting worried about Kaeya's drinking as of late, but this wasn't the time nor the place, "We have a little... performance going on for the Harpastum, and a little bird told me you know how to play a few instruments."
Kaeya's gaze turned to Venti, and he quirked a brow, before looking back at you, "Maybe... What's this performance?"
You bounced a little where you stood--this meant he might actually say yes! Maybe. Hopefully. Possibly.
"W-well, I've composed some music, it's... Not so much a ballad, but closer to how Barbara sings. It's meant to have a lead singer, a guitarist, a drummer," you nodded to Rosaria, "A pianist," and then to Venti, "And someone on the trumpet."
"So... where do you want me?"
You stared hoplessly.
"... Anywhere."
Venti lightly tapped your arm, speaking in a low voice, hiding his mouth from Kaeya with one flat hand, "Don't sound so desperate."
"I am desperate." You whispered back, less secretive about it.
"Hm... So, paint me a picture," he leaned back in his seat, "What's the whole setup?"
You, exasperatedly, explained it all.
There was supposed to be a lead singer--sadly, you couldn't take the role despite all your hard work, simply because your voice didn't work with what you needed--and behind, or perhaps, beside the lead singer was the accompanying band. The whole concert wasn't supposed to be terribly long, just to whet the appetite of the audience. If it went well, this could be a great sign for your future, and honestly, you just wanted to see the joy you could bring to others.
Kaeya didn't say anything, just humming, nodding every so often, as you spoke... until, he smiled.
"Alright. I'm in. I can take the drums--I always did like percussion... But I don't exactly have a set of my own."
"Oh!" You were beaming, "I have-I have a set, I have all the instruments at my place, and... and I can play the guitar, so..."
You lead the group, all the way back to your place, giving Kaeya a few minutes to adjust to it, and you had the guitar in your hands, and you all managed to, barely, play the first few seconds of it, before it got a little cluttered...
But if you all could already do a little together, with little to no practice...
Well, you only needed time and the lead singer, and that was the easiest of your troubles... after all, how could he say no to you.
...
"No."
Diluc had his arms folded over his chest, nearly glaring at you after you proposed the idea, and you were stunned for a second, expecting him to say yes immediately, you didn't really have a back up response in mind.
"No...?" You asked again, softly.
"I don't like being in... the metaphorical or literal spotlight. You know this."
You did, but...
"Diluc, you're perfect for the spot... And it won't be long, I promise! If it goes bad, you never have to do it again... I already have the other spots fulfilled..."
Diluc's gazed softened a little, and he looked away from you.
"You can't expect me to be your saving grace all the time," he, gently, scolded, "It's not fair for you to plan me into things without my consent."
You were... stunned.
He was right, but...
"... I know." You admitted, "I know, I know, it was selfish... but I really, really need you... Can you, just... Give me one chance? And just do this for me?"
Diluc's hands twitched.
"I'll consider it. I don't think I'd be as good of a match for the spot as you'd think." He admitted, genuinely.
"It's made for you... how about this--I get you the sheet music with the lyrics, and... you don't have to see the rest of the band yet. You can just... try it out on your own? See how it feels? If you truly hate it, then you don't have to."
There was a moment of silence, and Diluc was adjusting his gloves--a clear sign that he was, truly, thinking about it.
"Fine."
From anyone else, the word would have seemed stern, but it just sounded so soft coming from him.
"I have to go see someone... Just leave it on my desk and I'll go through it."
Oh, oh, you could only hope he'd end up showing...
Hope, hope, hope...
...
And you did hope, even if you were worried. More than once you'd come home, hearing him singing his lines oh-so beautifully, but as you tried to stealthily get closer, he always heard your footsteps, no matter how careful you were and went silent, denying he had ever once sung.
Did he really hate the idea so much?
... Didn't matter. It was time to practice, and Kaeya was setting everyone off, tapping his drumsticks together to set up a beat--
"One, two, three, four!"
And everyone was playing together--of course, it wasn't perfect, but it was good. They were managing to work together, and it sounded just as good, no, better than you had hoped... Of course it would sound better with all the parts together, instead of just each all on their own.
All it needed was a little more practice, and the lead singer.
You just desperately hoped that it was all going to end up alright.
The song ended, and Kaeya was half panting--he really did go all out with the drums, Venti even opted to sitting on the ground, and as far as you could tell, despite the fast paced music and the high demand for energy, she didn't seem to have broken a sweat.
"That's... oh boy, yeah, we're going to need practice." Kaeya said, half hunched over, "I forgot how much energy this took."
"We have a few weeks, still." You tried to console him, "Everyone should be ready by then."
"Even your mystery singer?" Rosaria asked.
"Yeah, you keep saying you have one, but... it's alright if you don't. I don't think I could take the part and drum, but I can probably find someone..."
"No, I do, I do!" You insisted.
You hoped.
Only time would tell.
...
You sat there, head in your hands...
It was today, and Diluc and Kaeya left weeks ago. Venti sat beside you, his hand on your back, and Rosaria paced back and forth.
"I'm going to kill them," Rosaria declared, "I'm going to kill both of them for ditching like this, for doing this to you. To all of us."
It seemed, maybe, she was all torn up about this... in her own way--Of course, this had bonded everyone together, but...
"I just..." You sighed, and Rosaria stopped in her tracks. You couldn't help the tears that came to your eyes, "I worked so hard... and Kaeya nor Diluc didn't even tell me where he went..."
"Oh... No, no, it's nothing bad, I promise." Venti reassured, "There was a threat... I-I can't really tell you everything, or else I'm dead, but he didn't just leave because of this, I promise."
"But Kaeya, as well?" You looked at Venti's face...
"He went with Diluc."
"How do you know?" Rosaria glared at him.
"W-Well, I helped them get a ride... It was quite a dire situation, you know!"
He was lying, but you didn't care. Maybe he was just lying to make it hurt a little bit less.
"I'm sure, once one comes, the other will be here too..."
"I can't reschedule this," you sighed, "Everyone was so excited... I can't just... give up..."
Venti hugged you close, letting you rest your head on his shoulder...
You were so caught up that you didn't even hear the footsteps approaching,
"About time, assholes."
"Hey, I didn't mean to disappear like that!"
A shadow came over you, and you lifted your head, seeing Diluc standing there--
"Are you-OOMF!"
You leapt at Diluc, almost causing him to fall back onto his ass, but he was able to hold you close, keeping you both from falling.
"Diluc... I was so scared, I was so worried..." You buried your face into his coat, "Don't leave like that ever again."
For a moment, he was silent, looking around as everyone was looking at him... But, gently, he pried you off of him,
"Hey," he said, softly, "We still have a concert to put on."
You stared at him, confused, before it all hit you at once, "Oh, oh my gods, you're right! Oh, we-we need to set up, no, no we need to practice... you two are... okay to play, right?"
Kaeya looked over at Diluc curiously, "Two...?"
"I meant, are you okay to play?" You detached from Diluc entirely, trying to focus on him.
"Honestly, I'm about ready to die, but one concert before I do isn't the end of the world." He joked, "Now... Let's get practicing. I'm rusty and I don't want to fuck this up."
"... I'll be getting things ready for you." Diluc said, feeling forgotten amongst the chaos.
"Right, and..." You pressed a kiss to Diluc's cheek, "Thank you."
It only took one more moment for you to focus back on the others, bringing them all to where they'd practice...
You wondered, was Diluc really intending on just showing up last minute?
Did he ever practice?
Well...
You were about to find out.
...
Everyone was set up. The instruments, everyone was dressed in suits--even Rosaria and yourself. Rosaria insisted she did not want to wear a dress, and you decided that since everyone else was wearing a suit, you'd wear one as well, appearing uniformly.
It was unbuttoned a little further than what was considered professional, but... hey, it looked good, even if Rosaria really looked like she was about to commit an accidental act of public indecency...
Everyone was there, except...
Him.
"Do you actually have that lead singer?" Rosaria asked, addressing the elephant in the room, "He hasn't been in a single one of our rehearsals..."
"Of course I do, he's just..." You hesitated, "He's not the most social. I promise, I promise... That he'll show."
There was a silence, you couldn't help but just sit there... Wondering in terror if, despite everything, Diluc wasn't going to show. You knew he was mad about you planning him into it without his consent, or even knowledge, but... Was he really going to punish you like this?
It was a bit cruel, but you couldn't blame him. You sat down, and sighed, head in your hands. Venti trotted over, sitting beside you and setting his hand on your back.
"It'll go great, singer or no singer." He reassured, "We've worked so hard, we can do it even if you dumb singer stands you up."
"Don't call him dumb," you scolded, lightly, "We... just... I don't know. I put him in a bad spot." You admitted, genuinely, seeing how Kaeya and Rosaria walked over, "He might be mad at me."
"Well, you're human." Kaeya reassured, "You mess up. If he can't accept that you'll mess up and cause problems sometimes, maybe he's a bit too rough on you."
"Yeah... and-I did apologize, I know I did wrong, but... We talked about it, and I'm working on not doing something so spontaneous again... But he also knows this means... a lot to me."
A moment of silence, and Kaeya got down on one knee, tilting your chin up to look at him.
"Hey sweetness," he said, softly, "It's alright. We're going to make him regret not showing, alright?"
Rosaria kneeled beside him, "We'll do it together, then I'll do it personally."
You sighed... then chuckled softly, pushing yourself to your feet.
"Thank you. With or without Mister No-Show, the show will go on." You declared... sure, it wasn't what was expected, but you can make it work..!
You hoped.
"Apologies... I'm not late, am I?"
You spun on your heel to look at who just walked in, Diluc... Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.
And, as expected, he dressed perfectly.
A fine suit, somewhat similar to Kaeya's, however even if he had just as many buttons undone as Kaeya did over his chest, exposing just enough to make it interesting... it felt so much more... taunting when it was on him.
He even had a little bit of make-up on, some blush on his cheeks, eyeliner, some bright red lipstick that matched his hair, that was done up in a high ponytail...
"Rosaria, you owe me a drink." Kaeya said, and the woman just sighed.
"I'll just pay you."
You looked back at them, barely able to tear your eyes off of him.
"What?" You asked, "Did... Did you guys really make a bet over who the singer was?"
Kaeya just smiled, "Of course. Who would it be, rather than our lovely Master Diluc?" He gestured to Diluc, who didn't seem pleased in the slightest.
"Albedo." Rosaria said, flatly. "But it figures he'd scare us all."
You had a hard time imagining Albedo singing in a concert, but you could argue the same about Diluc.
"Well, it doesn't matter," He shot a glance at Rosaria, "I hope you're ready," Kaeya spun the drumsticks around in his hands, walking back over to the drum set, "Because we're about to start."
"Shouldn't we get a rehearsal with our singer, though?" Venti looked at the concealing curtain--it muffled their conversation, but it wouldn't muffle them all playing.
"We don't want them to hear a rehearsal, we want the first thing they hear to be our best." You declared. "Diluc ... You're ready for this, right?"
You were terrified he was going to mess this up--after all ... He may not have practiced at all!
"Of course," he held your hand, "I know how much this means to you. Now... let's get this started.
...
Lights blaring, the instruments deafening him from all angles, Diluc just counted the beats in his head, trying to keep in tune with it all... Oh, he felt like he could die right here.
No dying.
No giving up.
The show must go on.
Microphone in hand, he began--
"It's a wonderful life-"
He held his hand out to the crowd,
"Please could you kiss my name,"
For the single, not even full beat he had, he blew a kiss to the audience, hearing shouting in turn,
"When the music's oh-ver?"
With the following words, he gesturing to the lights above,
"Turn off the lights,"
They even managed to flicker,
"It was such a sweet time, could you pray for me, my friend?"
He held his hand to his chest,
"It's starting over tiime,
Take oh-ver the night, take over the blue time-
If you heard that screaming shout in your miiind!
Take oh-ver the shine, take oh-ver the shooting star,
All I was talking 'bout was musiiiiiic!"
Even if he could barely even hear, the crowd just exploded before him, the lights too bright for him to see it--
But he wasn't done yet.
The concert continued until it all finally met its end, Diluc panting desperately, getting those gulps of sweet air back into his lungs, looking briefly back at the others, seeing how they, themselves, were full of excitement and joy, even Venti was cheering as though he was part of the audience--not a single one of the entire band was left without being completely exhausted and winded, and Diluc felt that the desire to crash right onto the ground wasn't exclusive to him.
The cheering from the audience was slowly muffled as the curtain closed, signalling the end of this exhausting ordeal.
They all left their instruments on the stage, and walked backstage. Rosaria was the first to start guzzling water, and then she sat down with a huff. Venti just sat down on the floor, leaving the others to nearly trip over him.
Diluc walked backstage last, after everyone else had gotten in, and he was breathing heavily.
"Diluc," Kaeya said, "Holy fuck, I didn't know you could sing like that."
"I didn't either," Diluc admitted, genuine. You jumped at him, hugging him tight.
"Diluc... that was insane! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You cheered, and he just huffed.
"I know this means a lot to you," he said, softly, and you backed off from the hug... something about him seemed off.
He was swaying a little from side to side, like he wasn't entirely there.
"I think," Diluc said, slowly, "I just need to lie down."
Kaeya was motionless for a second, then his eye shot open and he dove at Diluc, just barely catching him before he crashed to the ground, completely limp in Kaeya's arms,
"Diluc!" You were horrified, and Kaeya just unbent his knees from catching Diluc in an awkward position. "Kaeya... what-"
"He's fine," Kaeya said plainly, shifting to haul Diluc over his shoulder better, "Big liar, he didn't outgrow this."
He brought Diluc over to a table, and you pulled out the chair so Kaeya could have him sit, positioning him so his arms were folded over the table, and he gently set his head on his arms.
"Outgrow this?" You asked, eyeing Diluc cautiously.
"Mhm," Kaeya hummed, "I guess he never told you."
"No, I'm still... confused."
Kaeya folded his arms over his chest, "Well... When Diluc gets overwhelmed, he usually hates it, right?"
You nodded,
"Then he just curls up and tries to hide from whatever's messing with him. But--If he's having a good time? He gets overwhelmed and excited and... then he just passes out. That was the code--I think I just need to lie down, he said that as a kid right before he passed out."
"But," you argued, "I've never seen that."
Kaeya shrugged, "We thought he outgrew it, but I guess he just hasn't had a chance to get that excited in a long time."
"... Do you think," you said, worriedly, "He hated this?"
"No," Kaeya set his hand on Diluc's back, gently rubbing a small circle between his shoulderblades, "He loved it, trust me.
"... He'll be okay. Just give him some time to recover."
If you looked close enough, you could see him smiling.
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The orchard
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Word count: 4k
Written: August 20, 2021
Warnings: Blood, Violence, Manipulation (?), Kidnapping, Cursing, Mentions of death, Implied mentions of torture, Yandere/Possessive behavior, Repitition of words/phrases, little bit of dreamxreader,
Something Sam x fem!reader (or gender neutral reader) maybe they started dating after dream got put in prison but as things seemed to keep getting more dangerous (Tommy’s death, ghostbur’s death, quackity’s torture, etc) Sam get progressively more possessive. Maybe he makes reader be by his side at literally all times or puts her on some type of house arrest or whatever, but reader goes against whatever rules he’s set and Sam just snaps. Kidnaps reader and puts her in the prison where some punishments might be endured because reader fights him and yells at him, that kind of thing lol
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Your eyes softened when they fell upon the creeper hybrid sitting at the front desk. He seemed a little nervous, shuffling around a bit. Which was understandable, it was his first day and nobody else quite knew how to act with Dream gone. “Sam,” you called out approaching him. His head shot up to you, visibly relaxing.
"Honey,“ that nickname of his melted your heart.
You held up a basket, smiling. "I thought we could have a picnic,” you said. He smiled at the thoughtful action. Sam pushed aside some stuff on his desk allowing you to sit on top of it. Happily you sat upon his desk pulling out assorted foods for the both of you, your feet swinging.
“You know I didn’t think I’d be the one running this place,” he said looking down at his sandwich. He picked a piece of lettuce off, dropping it on his plate. “Sam, you built this place. You’re the most qualified to be in charge,” you assured him, a hand reaching over to rest atop his. He glanced up at you, smiling a sharp grin. Your confidence in him gave Sam some strength. “I love you more than anything (y/n),” you leaned forward pressing a soft kiss amongst his green freckles. A gentle blush appearing on his cheeks. The both of you repeated each other’s sentences as time went on. He loved you more than anything.
He was the most qualified to run through prison. When Tommy died something inside of Sam snapped. The prison was no longer safe to anyone. Sam wouldn’t let anyone in, even you. And when Tommy was revived he repeated it like a mantra. He was qualified. He was qualified? He was qualified. “Hey Sam,” you called out into your living room. “I’m going out,” there was a shift of something and in a second he was in the doorway. “Wait, where are you going?” He asked. He looked worried. “Im…going to hang out with George and maybe stop by Niki’s on the way back?” “Can I come with?” Sam asked. You were silent for a second before nodding.
“I suppose so, but isnt this your day off? Wouldn’t you rather be here and relax?” Sam had already been gathering his stuff and was ready to go as you finished speaking.
"Nope,“ he smiled. Shrugging you left,, Sam in tow. You had chalked it up to just missing you and wanting to be close. But this was just the beginning. Almost everytime you went out he wanted to come with, he never spoke to who ever you visited but always was on guard. Next Sam was always weirded out about Quackity. When you said you were going to check up on the beloved duck hybrid he almost screamed no at you. You had froze hand on the doorknob that day. Sam had never raised his voice at you. "Wait (y/n),” you moved past him shakily. “N-no it’s fine, I’ll just stay here,” you set your things down and went back to the bedroom.
Sam could only describe it as a wounded puppy. He had never yelled or raised his voice. No matter if he was upset by something you did or not. So what changed? It was only Quackity. But Quackity was dangerous and you needed to be kept safe. He didn’t mean to make you upset, but it was for your own good. “I don’t think you should go out at night anymore,” he had said in passing. You ended up dropping all the laundry you were about to do. “Move to the island with me,” you noticed on the way there just how far away it was from everything. “I think you should just stay here and I’ll bring your friends to you,” this is when you called it ridiculous. Enough was enough. Waking up one morning you decided that you were going to confront Sam about this behavior.
This house didn’t feel like home. It was almost like. A prison. You gathered some things and headed to pandora’s vault. He was at the front desk dressed in his usual warden attire. “Sam,” his head snapped up. “(Y/n)? You’re not supposed to be here you’re supposed to be on the-” “Island?” You cut him off. He stood slightly from his chair. “This crazy behavior needs to stop Sam,” you could see his eyebrows furrow under his helmet. Reaching up slowly he removed it from his head.
“It’s not crazy behavior (y/n), this is to keep you safe,"
"keep me safe? Sam all you’ve done is keep me prisoner on a faraway island. I miss seeing my friends, I miss being able to go have fun with them without you breathing down my neck. I want to be able to go out during the night and hunt mobs with them,” slowly he was coming closer. You hadn’t realized how much he towered over you until now. “You need to be kept safe, I’m doing this for you,” just as you suspected. Not a single word probably made it through. You scoffed before turning away.
“We’re done Sam. I’m not- I’m not dealing with this any longer, you can’t control what I do with my life like you do to Dream,"
"you’re not leaving this prison,” he said causing you to stop walking.
“What?"
"Im not going to let you leave this prison,” Sam’s voice had gone darker.
A bitter bite to his tone, like icey steel. He pulled out his trident. “I think you should stay here now, for your safety,” You couldn’t believe the words that came out of Sam’s mouth. “You cant- Sam that’s kidnapping,” slowly you back away. He studied the trident in his hands, tossing it lightly before catching it again.
“It’s the only way to keep you safe,"
when the trident was out of his hands again you took that fraction of a second he was distracted and bolted. You didn’t get far through the prison before you heard the whoosh of the trident. A choked gasp ripped through your throat. Sam had thrown the trident perfectly to pin you to the wall. The trident fit around your neck perfectly. You struggled trying to push the weapon embedded in the wall. "Sam,” you grunted trying to get free. Your fingers grasped the blue metal, it slipping out of your touch every time.
He approached looking down upon you. His hand gently brushed some hair out of your face. “I promise nothing will happen to you,” the trident moved from the wall and he pulled you into a headlock. “Sam,” you gasped, your airway being cutoff. “Shh,” he hushed you softly, pressing a kiss against the side of your head, but you could barely feel it. You clawed at his arm weakly, black spots appearing in your vision. Sam lowered you to the ground gently, your body finally going limp. “No harm will ever come to you again,” he said softly. Sam gathered up your body bringing you elsewhere. When you woke up your throat felt bruised and was on fire. You tried to rub the blurry vision out of your eyes. The room you were in was obsidian, no windows, and a single door.
“Sam?” Your voice croaked, it was incredibly soft. Almost inaudible. The door opened slowly. Sam appearing in your vision. He handed you something, without thinking about it you took it gulping it down. Water. Then the panic set in. You were in a cell in the prison. “Sam?!” Your voice now louder but still scratched. “Sam let me out right now,” “N-no you don’t understand (y/n) it isn’t safe out here,” Sam’s shaky voice came from behind the door.
He had left as soon as he had come in. “You can’t keep me in here, they’ll come for me,” You said stumbling out of the bed. Your hand on the wall for support. The obsidian was surprisingly cold to the touch. “Who will?” Sam’s question haunted you. You hadn’t seen friends in weeks. It was true he had kept you away from everyone. Nobody would notice you gone. “They’ll pass by the cell and know, they’ll know that I’m here,” you stood next to the door now. “This is a hidden cell, far away from the others, only I know where it is,” Sam finally said.
“Fuck you,” you could hear the heartbreak on the other side of the door. “(Y/n)-” “No, fuck you. Fuck you. Let me out right now,” your fist pounded against the metal door. It was silent on the other side. “Sam!” You hit your hand on the door again. “Sam let me out now, ” you screamed at him. You heard a small cough and the clear of a throat. But the only other person who was in the prison was “Dream?” You called out looking at your wall. You noticed a vent at the bottom of the wall.
“(Y/n), How are you in the prison?” He asked confused, his voice flowing from it.
"Sam put me in here, something about keeping me safe,“ it was quiet on the other side of the vent. In fact it was silent for days. You had taken his silence as a chance to search around the room. Sam had put all of your favorite things in here.
As your fingers traced over one of the books a bit of dust rubbed off. This book had been here for a while. How long had this room been here? How long had Sam been planning this? You sunk to the floor ready to vomit. Your door opened slightly revealing Sam. "Come on, we’re going on a walk,” at first you had thought that would mean outside the prison, but how foolish of you. It was just the courtyard. You had lost track of time already. Had it been two weeks? Three? After your walk with Sam you stood by the vent. “Dream I don’t want to be in here, please there’s got to be some way out,” you begged.
There was still no response. You took your shoe off your foot and threw it angrily at the wall. It hit with a small smack and fell to the ground. “Satisfying now. Boring later,” Dream hummed. “You dumb idiot help me get out of here,” you hissed. You did not have time for his games. He had obviously been in the prison longer than anyone else, he has to have a slight idea on how to get out. You didn’t know how much longer it was an hour, two, three, maybe fifteen minutes but Dream finally knocked slightly on the wall clearing his throat.
“Are you awake?” He asked softly. “Yeah. Why?” He sighed. “I think I might have an idea,” you scrambled from your sitting position over to the vent. “Will it work?” You asked. Dream hesitated for a moment. “I don’t know, but I want you to play along,” “Wait what?” You thought he was going to give you an actual plan. “He wants you safe right? Sam would never hurt you, he loves you too much. So he’ll want to keep you happy. Just play along for a while, and then that will be your time to strike,” he said. You leaned your forehead against the wall.
“Isn’t that manipulation?"
"Isn’t this kidnapping?” He shot back.
You internally agreed with Dream. You sighed and sunk to the ground again. The rock still surprisingly cold. “I can try, but get ready to witness my horrible acting skills,” you heard Dream shift around on the other side. “You don’t have to act though. You love him don’t you?” Did you? This was a difficult question. Of course you loved him but in love? After this? You couldn’t tell. “What I’m trying to say is, be yourself. Do whatever it is he wants. Within reason of course,” you smiled. “thanks Dream. If you weren’t such a manipulative asshole you might make a nice friend,” he snorted at your statement. “Same back at you if you weren’t a needy bitch,” you roll your eyes.
You leaned over to your bed grabbing the book you had left there this morning. Dream perked up on his side of the wall. He recognized that sound to be paper. He licked his lips slightly. “Is that a book?” Your voice was hesitant but agreed. “Yeah it’s a book I was reading, why?” “Could you- could you maybe read it to me?” There was a rustle of paper on your side, Dream waited for your refusal. To his surprise however you started reading the words from the very beginning.
Dream laid on the floor listening to you read. It was relaxing. Finally a moment of clarity and serenity in this hellhole. You must have fallen asleep like that, the book had slipped out of your hand. Dream’s words echoed through your head. You heard footsteps approaching your cell. Sam must have been bringing you some food. Your door opened and sure enough he was. He set down a plate on the table. “Sam?” He winced as if he already knew what you were going to say. “Thank you,” your voice was soft. Sam look up at you repeating what you said questioning.
“Yes thank you for keeping me safe,” gulping you continued, standing up off the ground.
“Although I don’t agree with being kept in the prison I understand you just want no harm to come to me,” Sam looked as if a bunch of weight had been lifted off his shoulders. “Of course,” in a few quick strides he was right in front of you. His hands cupped your cheeks gently, pressing his lips against yours. For a moment you were free, he felt like home. A reminder of what the good times had been like, but when he pulled away the reality of the situation came crashing down again. You had to get out of here. You heard the door click shut. Dream started talking the second he left.
“Hey (y/n)? Could we finish that book from last night?” He asked.
Shaking the thoughts away you pulled the book off the floor trying to remember where you had left off. With the help of Dream you resumed half way through the book.
When you had finished reading it there was some shuffling on the other side. “This bar seems pretty wide,” he hummed. Leaning down yourself you saw what he was talking about, and him. One of Dream’s glowing green eyes was looking back at you. But there was an unusual softness reflected in them. He coughed and lifted his head up. “Can you stick your hand through?” Dream asked. You blinked. “What?” “Nevermind, forget I asked,” “No, wait, I can try,” you were able to move your hand past the bar and to what you assumed was the other side of Dream’s cell.
You felt his hesitant touch. His fingers were a bit rough. You let him lock your fingers together. It was comforting. This became a new thing for the both of you. You would read books to him and he would hold your hand, giving comforting touches. There were days that Dream would tell you about the early days of the smp. Times he had with George and Sapnap. The early battles with Wilbur and Tommy. It was true Dream had done very questionable things but the person you were seeing here was a bit different.
“It’s late (y/n),” Dream whispered he started pulling away.
“No wait, please,” you desperately tried to grab his hand again. In a heartbeat his hand was in yours again. “Rest, please,” he murmured. You felt him shift your hand and he pressed a small kiss against your knuckles. You felt your cheeks heat up at the small action. “O-okay,” he let go allowing you to remove your arm from the vent. Dream made everything a bit more bearable. But you couldn’t live the rest of your life like this.
“We have to get out of here,” you whispered one night, trying to reach your hand through the little iron bars. “We?” With a small squish noise you fit through. Very gently his hand brushed over yours. Fingers locking “Yes, I’m going to get you out as well,” you felt his hand started to leave yours, desperately you grasped onto him. “(Y/n), you remember the apparently horrible things I’ve done. And I hope you know I’m just going to do more, I don’t plan on stopping. Not until I get what I want,” he said. You shook your head even though he couldn’t see it. “I don’t care. I don’t care at this point,” his thumb stroked over the back of your hand. “I might have an idea,” you said hesitantly.
“What is it?”
"I’m going to try and trap Sam in here,“ Dream’s movement froze.
"You think that will work?"
"One way to find out,” you replied.
You both said your goodnights. As you laid in bed you decided tomorrow would be the day, all you had to do was trap Sam and you both would be free of this place. The first thing that you noticed is that Sam did not accompany you for your walk today, it was Punz in his place. The next thing you noticed was the vent connecting your cell to Dream’s was gone. “No,” you rushed over to its previous spot. “No, no, no ” you continued muttering to yourself in disbelief. Your cell door opened.
“You took advantage of my kindness (y/n),"
"no, no, no, what did you do?"
You pointed at the missing vents location. The wall seemingly untouched, as if the vent had never existed in the first place. "He was filling your head with bad ideas, dangerous ones,” you whipped around on Sam shoving him. “Bring the vent back, let me speak to him, do it now,”. He sighed. “As your lover, I only care-” “you’re not my anything Sam, I don’t belong to you. We ended the second you started to control my life,” Sam was silent. The only movement in the room was the furrowing of Sam’s eyebrows.
He snapped his face mask over his mouth before grabbing you. “S-sam? What are you doing?” There was no answer. A glint of silver shone in your eyes, he was holding a small knife. In a flash Sam had you against the ground. “Get off! Get off of me!” One of his hands pushed your head against the ground, one of your arms trapped under his knee. Tears brimmed the corners of your eyes. You yelped as his dagger made contact with your collar bone.
“Please, Sam I’m sorry,” you begged he didn’t listen.
And began carving into your skin. God it burned. You felt the blood drip down your chest. Sam got up silently when he was done and left. Ignoring the sobs that came from you. Shakily you moved over to the mirror that sam had left, in the reflection you saw his name carved into your skin.
You took a spare cloth and attempted to dab up all the blood. He came back later that night having no apparent memory of this happening. “(Y/n),” he gasped setting your dinner down on the table near your bed. Sam tried to approach you but stopped as you flinched away from him. “Does it hurt?” He asked softly. You nodded stiffly eyes flickering to his helmet. Sam seemed to follow your line of sight and removed the netherite piece. He moved to sit on the bed next to you. You threw yourself onto his back hugged him from behind, arms lazily thrown over his shoulders. He relaxed into your touch.
“I hope you understand why I did it,” Sam spoke softly.
You nodded your head against him. He sighed happily as your fingers threaded through his hair playing with it gently. “I missed this,” he murmured. You hummed in response noticing his eyes had closed. Slowly you moved one of your arms lining it up with his throat. Sam didn’t even know what hit him.
Suddenly his air was being cut off as you locked your arms around him. Although you were much smaller than him and probably weaker, the way you had your arms locked guaranteed he wouldn’t escape. Sam kicked his legs struggling to breath until he finally stopped moving. With a grunt you pushed him off of you. You didn’t know how much time you had so you grabbed his key cards and keys. Slipping on your shoes you locked Sam into your cell and rushed through the prison attempting to get to Dream. It was a bit tricky seeing as how you had never seen the process of visiting the maximum prison cell but it was something neither of you would ever have to see again.
You pulled the lever allowing the lava to stop falling. You could see Dream on the other side. He seemed surprised to see all of you instead of just an eye or a hand. You sent to platform over allowing him to come over safely. Slowly Dream came to stand in front of you. He was taller than you remember. “We have to hurry I don’t know how-” his hand came up to cup your cheek. “just, let me admire for a moment,” he said. Dream stared at you for a moment before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
When he pulled away he smiled a bit. A genuine smile.
“Show me the way,"
you helped Dream maneuver your way out of the prison. With shutting some of the doors behind you there was no way for Sam to get out, at least not for a while. You gripped Dream’s hand closely, he was pulling you away from the prison deep into the forest. Both of you running for your lives. You slowed down after a while catching your breath. "Were you serious about continuing all of that stuff? all the manipulation and the fighting and-” the look he gave cut you off. “I will never do what Sam did to you,” he said. Dream brought you closer to him, his eyes drifting down.
You already knew what he spotted. “Did he-” “it’s fine doesn’t hurt anymore, can’t even feel it,” a glare upon Dream’s face, but it certainly wasn’t meant for you. “I should kill him,” his thumb gently ran over the wound. “Let’s focus on killing later and running now,” you suggested. Dream grinned pulling your hand in his again. You both bolted, deeper, hoping Sam would have no chance at catching up. A shadow passed the moon causing you to gasp. “Dream,” he stopped running, you gripped onto his arm. He must have used his trident. Sam was only a few feet away. A look of disappointment on his face.
God you hated when he looked like that, it made you feel so guilty. But that didn’t matter anymore. This was not the Sam you loved. “(Y/n)… I don’t understand. Why would you leave? After everything I’ve done for you,” your eyes narrowed at him. “Everything you’ve done? Everything you’ve done?! You locked me away. You took me away from all of my friends and pets. You tried to control every aspect of my life, carving this in me” you yelled at him, pointing at the scab of his name.
"What do you think Dream will do to you, (y/n)?“ Sam growled.
"You’ve let him free, now he’s just going to throw you away,” Dream was still half expecting you to agree, but was surprised when you pulled yourself closer. A bit of pride swelled in his chest. Sam’s eyes narrowed in on Dream’s protective stance and the way you clung on him. “I see…” Sam’s trident appeared menacingly in his hands. “I think it’s time I finally did as Quackity suggested,” he said. “Dream. Your final life is mine,"
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the-wayward-arc · 3 years
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Commission done for a friend. (WARNING! GORE AND TORTURE ARE MENTIONED AND INVOLVED)
Their plan had failed. Kidnap the Arc heir and get the ransom. Easy. Of course, the child put up a fight and force had to be used. Necessary. But then they came, Tyrian and a man known simply as the Hound. Both of them were her mistress's top men in the Grimm syndicate. Why did they attack them? Why were her and her three other associates tied up in the middle of the clearing? Cinder wanted answers and she needed them now!
"I just wanna go home." She looked to the five year old Arc heir, he was clinging to the Hound for dear life, his eyes closed tightly as tears ran down his face.
"Hey! What's going on here!? Why'd you ruin our job?!" The fourth member of Cinder's team yelled out, Bron. A swift kick to the jaw from Tyrian was his only answer. Bron coughed, spitting a tooth as he glared at the uncomfortably quiet assassin. Cinder knew Tyrian, he was never this quiet! He always had something to say! Before she could ponder more, lights could be seen approaching from the tree line along with the sounds of Engines.
An armored limousine flanked by four hummers, two on each side drove up, their lights nearly blinding. Their headlights were turned off but the floodlights on top of each hummer was turned on. They all recognized the vehicles, they were all Grimm syndicate vehicles. Though the limousine in the center, they all knew who that was. Cinder had a small smile on her face. The occupants of the Hummers exited their vehicles, they all looked ready to fight a war. Decked out in full military apparel from their military rifles to the various tactical gear, the only striking things separating them from any actual military branch was their black and red uniform color and their bone white metallic masks. Apathy squad. That was the name of this particular group of Grimm syndicate soldiers. Only used for the extreme of issues and commanded only by on-
Two people exited the driver and passenger sides of the limo. Hazel and his older sister Gretchen Rainart, both dressed in suits. All four watched Gretchen walk to the end of the Limo, opening as someone stepped out, someone they all recognized; Salem, the head of the Grimm Syndicate. She was strikingly beautiful given her age, platinum pale blonde hair kept in half undone bun style. Fair skin with vein like tattoos spreading all over them, a tradition she once stated was part of her family for those that became the heads. Her light blue eyes fixated on the bound for as she walked over to them gracefully. Her heels kicking rocks as she walked over.
"Ha! You idiots are in for it now! Once the boss lady hears you messed up our job, there will hell to p-"
"Aunty Salem!" Bron stopped talking, all four of them froze as they saw the hound put the young boy down as he ran with a limp to Salem. She brought herself down to one knee, arms opened as a loving smile that none had ever seen before was on her face. The boy hugged her tightly as she did the same, her arms wrapping around him as she kissed his forehead.
"Shhhhh, it's okay my sweet knight. I'm here. Your aunty is here." She said with a soothing motherly voice, soothing the crying boy as she sent a death glare at all four of the bound men.
"I *hic* scared Aunty! They said they would *hic* kill me. That they would come after everyone." He cried as he buried his face into her chest, crying.
"Мой маленький рыцарь(my little knight), I'm here now. You were so brave, I'm proud of you for being brave. Aunty is gonna make the bad people go away okay?" She said, a chill of pure fear running down all their spines.
"M-Mistre-" cinder tried to rise, to tell her Mistress this was a misunderstanding! Only for the butt of a rifle to hit her back down. She looked to see an Apathy soldier behind her, they had surrounded them. All their rifles pointed at them. She looked at the crying boy, then to Salem. This boy. The sole male of the Arc family was Salem's nephew. He was her family...a family they all just threatened.
"Stay down." The soldier stated.
"Jaune, why are you limping and who gave you that black eye?" She asked him, Bron and Mercury stiffened as Jaune pointed at them.
"The man with the silver hair hit my legs hard because I tried to run away. He said if I did it again, he was gonna make sure I could never walk again." He told her. Mercury looked at Salem, her glare terrifying him. Then he glared at Cinder, the one who decided to go against Salem's orders.
He rose up, "DAMN YOU CIND-" the butt of rifle slamming against his jaw sent him to the ground, two soldiers picking him up and putting back onto his knees.
"Silence! You will speak only if Salem allows it!"
"who gave you that black eye?" She asked him, ignoring the commotion as she moved locks of Jaune's hair to get a better view of his eye. Her anger rising as she could see the outlines of a fist among the swelling. He pointed at Bron.
"He did." Tears started forming and it broke Salem's heart to see her nepphew had gone through so much pain, the redness on his wrist did not go unnoticed. "H-he said h-he would kill me and our f-family. Saying h-he would do bad s-stuff to m-momma and my sisters."
Bron's mouth was dry. He couldnt speak to defend himself. What the boy said was true. Of course he was just stating it to keep the kid in line but he didnt know that. Not would Salem care if he didn't mean it. Salem looked at him, there was death promised behind that stare.
"You arm, why is it like that?" It was Cinder's turn to stiffen more than she already did. She kidnapped and beaten Salem's nephew. Threatened his family with death or well Salem's family.
"T-to keep me in the room. The metal hurt when I tried to get out of it. She gave me a knife and said I could leave if I just cut off my hand." Cinder didn't dare look up. She knew they had screwed up immensely. There was no mercy. No way to talk themselves out of it. There was only punishment.
"Gretchen," the older woman stepped forward, "take Jaune into the Limo, give him water and some snacks. Hes had quite an ordeal."
"Yes ma'am." The giant of a woman extend her arms out as the boy hugged Salem tighter. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, whispering in his ear as he nodded. He allowed Gretchen to carry him as she began to walk away. Salem slowly walking towards the four.
"Wait!" Jaune cried, causing Salem to immediately turn her head with concern. Gretchen walked towards Salem. "Aunty, the girl with the green hair...she was nice to me. She gave me food and played a game with me." Salem looked at Emerald, the girl not wanting to look back.
"Is that so."
"Yeah! She was nice to me, when the man over there punched me, she wiped away my tears and tried to make the pain go away." Emerald smiled a bit, internally thanking the boy for remembering. Cinder however was seething with anger. She didnt know Emerald was doing this!
"I see, go rest now мой маленький детеныш(my little cub), I'll be there shortly." Salem turned away, waiting for the door to the Limo to slam shut. Once it did, she looked at Cinder.
"Cinder," there venom and anger in her voice, despit her calmness. Gone was that motherly tone. "What were your orders hmm?"
"Mistress, please just all-" a hard slapped shut her mouth. She looked at Salem, seeing her hand raised with a glare. "What. Were. Your. Orders?"
"T-to S-stand by and wait for your orders." She answered, recovering from the slap.
"What did you do instead?"
"We acted on our own."
"And?"
Cinder clenched her teeth. "We kidnapped the Arc heir and held him for ransom..."
Salem look towards Bron as she walked over to him. Two soldiers bring the bound man to his feet.
"let me see your hands." She commanded, holding her own hand.
"Ma'am, T-this was all Cinder's idea! If we had know-" a fist to the gut by one of the soldiers silenced him. Salem still waiting for him to show her his hands. The two guards did for him, Salem examining his right knuckle and seeing it was somewhat red. Her anger rose more, knowing what he had done to Jaune.
"This the fist you used? Hazel." The large man immediately walked over, clasping Bron's fist into his own before crushing with all his strength, a sickening crunch was herd as Bron screamed in pain, his fingers all broke with a few bones poking out. "His punishment isnt over yet, stand him up." The soldiers immediately raised the man up, cutting his bound hands as he went grasp the broken one.
The others looked at Salem as she walked in front of them, then hearing the snarling and growling. All their eyes widened when they saw three large wolf like creatures. Beowolves, The result of the Grimm syndicate cross breeding Russian bear dogs with Wolves, to create vicious attack dogs to be sold. The dogs were large, with jet black fur and vicious fangs as they snarled. They charged at the 3 bound people only to be stopped by their chain leashes.
"Каблук!" The dogs immediately sat down, looking at the one who ordered, Salem. She looked at Bron who looked back fearfully.
"I have done everything in my power to ensure my family is never involved in the other side of our business. From bribing officials, forcing others to look the other way, to even assassinations against anyone that looked at my family the wrong way. Then you four," she looked at them all, seeing their fear. "Decide to act on your own, kidnap my sweet nephew and make him endure pain that I worked extremely hard to ensure he would never experience!" She shouted, making them all flinch. "Bron, you threatened to kill him. You threatened to kill MY family. To do unsavory things to my not only niece but my great nieces as well." She walked forward, the man trying to back away only to be stopped by Hazel.
"Ma'am! Please!" He begged. "It was Cinder's idea! Please you have to believe me!" He cried, tears running down his face but it didn't faze Salem. She snarled at him.
"Run."
"W-wah?" He asked through sobs.
"Run. You have 3 seconds." She said, turning around. "3..." the beowolves stood up and bron knew what was going to happen. He stepped back, breaking into a sprint towards the treeline. "2..." he ran, as fast as he could. Praying to any god that would listen to save him. "1." Salem turned around, "Убийство.(Kill)" The beowolves immediately broke into a run, free of their chains as they chased after their prey.
Bron ran, he could hear the barking from the canines. He ran, despite his lungs burning. He had to keep going! He had to survive! He wasnt going to die here! He- a Beowolf lunged onto his back, pushing to the ground, before he could react they were on him. Biting into his flesh, ripping chunks off as he tried to fight back. One grabbing a hold of his broken hand and violently tugging at it, he screaming as one bit into his exposed stomach, a chunk being ripped off due to the powerful jaws.
Salem looked at the surviving three as they listened to their former teammate being ripped apart. His screamings echoing throughout the forest. Screams for help. To make the pain stop. Forgiveness. There was no forgiveness. No mercy. They had brought the wrath of the devil himself onto themselves. Mercury could clearly hear the flesh being torn off as the screams died down before silence.
"Возвращение!" A soldier yelled. Within a few minutes, the canines came running out, all three recoiled as they saw each one of them was covered in blood. In their jaws, each held a piece of Bron. One held his mauled tattooed arm, bits of flesh hanging loosely off it. The other held what looked like intestines in its mouth but the other was the worst. A piece of Bron's face was held firmly in its jaws, his lone eye hanging out of the half torn socket. Emerald couldn't hold it in and vomited. Cinder tried her best to stay composed despite the brutality she had just heard and seeing its aftermath. Mercury was shaking, the assassins always the one doing the killing. Now he was on the other end.
"Emerald. The kindness you showed my nephew will not go unnoticed, your punishment will not be as severe. But you will still be punished, just not now. Others are ahead of you." Salem stated as she walked past Emerald. Silently thanking Jaune.
"Mercury." She looked at the young assassin as he looked away.
"Look at me." He still looked away. Immediately a soldier grabbed his head and forced him to look at Salem. He could've sworn her blue eyes were gone, replaced by a pair of glowing blood red ones. He blinked and her eyes were normal.
"You beat Nephew's legs. To ensure he couldnt run far. You threatened to make sure he couldn't walk again if he tried to run again. Am I correct?"
Mercury could only nod. He dare not lie.
"You will not die today. No, I still have need of you. But you will be punished and it will be the way you threatened my sweet boy." Mercury's eyes went wide as the soldiers grabbed him, throwing to the ground and started to tie his legs above the knee caps, a piece of wood placed between his legs, also above the knee caps as it painfully forced his legs to spread apart despite being bound. The soldiers held him down.
"Make him experience the pain he brought upon my nephew." She ordered, before Mercury could say anything, something was shoved in his mouth.
"You may wanna bite down my dear Mercury, or else you'll bite off your tongue." She told him as a large soldier walked foward, a sledgehammer in hand. Mercury eyes widened as the soldier raised the sledgehammer high and immediately brought it down to the side of Mercury's right leg. Forcing the limb to bend into the wood. He screamed into the leather as the hammer came down again onto his right leg, another swing and another followed until his right leg was a right angle. His bones sticking out.
Emerald shut her eyes as the soldier repeated the same action onto the other leg. Salem unfazed by any of it as she looked at Cinder. Each sickening hit of flesh tearing and bone breaking made her flinch. Eventually it stopped and she looked at the gnarled form that was Mercury, he had passed long ago from the pain.
"Treat his wounds. Make sure he lives." The soldiers bowed before taking the broken assassin away. The beowolves were still gnawing their prizes.
"Take Emerald away, put her in one of the vehicles."
"Yes ma'am." One soldier stated as he picked the thief by the arm and forced her away. She dared not look at Salem or Cinder. Cinder glared at her as she was led away.
"Cinder. You have no one to blame but yourself." Salem snarled as Cinder looked at her. She was immediately brought to her feet to look at her boss.
"Ma'am! Please, I acted on how you taught me! To take the chance when it presented itself!" Cinder told her, hoping she can get out of this.
Tyrian walked forward, holding a long box in front of him with both hands. Salem turned around, opening the box's latched lid carefully to reveal a sword Nestle in soft fabric.
"Crocea Mors. This sword has been in my family since the time of the Roman Empire. During the reign of Julius Caesar. It was his sword, then it was melted down by one his descendants and reforged into the sword you see now. Carried by our ancestor Joan of Arc before her death." She waved the sword a bit, holding it up high as she inspected it. "Each Arc since then has held onto the sword, swearing upon it to protect our family no matter what. To honor our promises we make. To ensure any foe who stands before us falls. It will be Jaune's soon. When he comes of age, it will be his." She looked at Cinder. "You harmed my family Cinder. I had such high Hope's for you as well, but you still have some uses to me, so I won't kill you."
That didnt make Cinder feel better. "Raise your right arm out Cinder." She ordered, at first Cinder didn't. Salem looked at Hazel as the man stepped forward and forced her to. Cinder tried to fight back, but to no avail due to the man's strength.
"Mistress! Please! It won't happen again! I promise!" She pleaded, Salem handed the sword to the hound, as he raised the blade above Cinder's arm, right above elbow.
"Oh my sweet Cinder. I know. But what was it you said to my nephew?" The Hound raised the blade higher. "The only way to get out was to cut off your hand?" The blade came down In one swift motion. Severing Cinder's arm. Cinder fell to her knees, shocked. She looked at her severed limp limb as it was thrown towards the canines as they began to rip it apart. Then down to her stump, blood pouring out. The shakily looked at Salem, who simply cleaned the blood off the blade before carefully placing it back into secured holder. She began to walk away, as the pain finally registered to Cinder. She screamed and flayed on the ground as she tried to stop the bleeding.
"Go, make sure she lives. She still has uses to me." She told the soldiers. The canines were put back into their cages as Hazel opened the door for Salem. She saw Jaune was fast asleep, hugging into Gretchen, Salem extend her arms out, wanting to hold the small child. She cradled him as snuggled into her, a sweet smile on her face as she alerted her niece that he was Safe and the proper authorities were dealing with the people involved. She slowly ran her fingers over his swollen eye, then looking at his wounded wrist. "The bad people are gone now, I'll always protect you my sweet knight." She kissed his forehead as they drove away, the sound Cinder screaming could faintly be heard.
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imagineurfavs · 4 years
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2PM Taecyeon - A-Z
“Hi! New follower here~ I'm glad to find someone who still write about 2PM. Can you do a from A-Z, for Taecyeon, please? Thank you” “could you do an a-z Taecyeon please” “Hi~ Can I request a "A-Z" for 2PM Taecyeon, please? I think you've done it for all the members but him ;___;. Thank yooou”
(A/N im yet to do chansungs either lol my mans always been forgotten about ;;;;)
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theres a severe lack of 2pm gifs on tumblr dgsdg its sad...so heres some wet taec lmao
A - Aftercare Taec is a simple man; aftercare would probably only consist of handling you a towel and getting you both cleaned up. After that he just wants to lay with you and talk about how much you love each other lol, he gets super mushy.
B - Body Part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner) On himself, he likes his chest, he loves how its the first place your hands go whenever you kiss him. On you, he likes your legs, how the wrap around his waist as hes pounding into you, or how they clamp around his face as he’s eating you out.
C - Cum Prefers to cum inside of you, it’s just easier. If not then there’s no telling where it’s gonna land tbh; I feel like he produces a fair amount and it just kinda...goes everywhere
D - Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs) Just once. He wants you to be the dominant one. Just one time so he can get a feeling of what it’s like. He’s so used to being the one in total control he wants to see you with that power over him for a change 
E - Experience I mean...he’s in his 30′s lol of course he’s gonna have experience. Out of the members though I’d say he maybe has the most. Let’s just say you'll be in expert hands lol 
F - Favourite Position Anything where he can stay in control. Probably ends up being missionary bc he likes to be able to keep you pinned underneath him, or doggy so he can keep the pace how he likes.
G - Goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous etc) Definitely more serious. He keeps all the cuddlyness for afterwards, but for now he’s got goals in mind of getting you both off and he wont relax until he’s accomplished those.
H - Hair (how well groomed are they) Keeps it cleaned up and tidy but like, it’s not super well groomed.
I - Intimacy (how are they during the moment, romantic aspect) This is a tough one, bc Taec is like 3000% man lmao, he just gives off super dominant vibes. But he’s also super cuddly and loving, so I guess it really depends on the day lol
J - Jack Off (Masturbation) Pretty often, every other day or so. You’ll be able to tell exactly what he doing whenever he phones you at night, he’s big into phone sex lol
K - Kinks (one of more of their kinks) Now, I wouldn’t say he’s an outright dom, but he does utilise a lot of the same practices they do lol, just without any of the punishment, he can’t bring himself to punish anyone lmao. He likes to be firmly in control.
L - Location (Favourite places to do the do) Aside from the bedroom, he loves having sex in the bath. It’s a lot more romantic than the shower, but also a lot more difficult to pull off, so it’s not something that happens that often lmao.
M - Motivation (What turns them on) He’s a sucker for dirty talk, whisper something saucy in his ear and hell just d i e. Especially if yall are in public, he loves to hear you being 
N - NO (something they won't do, turn offs) As dominant as he can be, I dont really think he’d be into anything along the lines of degradation etc. He just feels like it crosses the line into actually being mean, which he’d never wanna be
O - Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He really goes all out with oral, he jut loves how you taste and could honestly stay between your legs for hours. He’ll hold you down by your hips and just go to town lmao.
P - Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc) For sure on the rougher end of things. 
Q - Quickies (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc) They’re a somewhat regular occurrence just bc of how busy he always is. Quickies always end up being a lot rougher and more frantic than regular sessions
R - Risk (are they down to experiment, do they take risks?) As long as it isnt anything that can end up with any “real world” problems like injuries, getting caught etc. he’d be down.
S - Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last? etc) I feel like this guy has pretty much unlimited energy when it comes to sex lol. He can go as long as you need, for as many rounds as you can handle lmao
T - Toy (do they own toys do they use them on a partner or on themselves?) I dont think using toys would be something he’d ever initiate on his own, he’s got enough confidence in his own skills to where he kinda thinks they're a little pointless. But if it’s something you really wanna do, he’d comply. 
U - Unfair (how much they like to tease) He loves like, subtle teasing. He’ll send you sweaty gym pics during the day asking like “how am I looking babe?” even though he’s totally aware of what he looks like smh. However, he absolutely cannot handle being teased himself, if you even attempt to tease him, he’ll just totally take control and remind you whos in charge.
V - Volume (how loud are they, what type of sounds they make) BOOOY HE’S LOUD. I feel like he’s a type to almost lowkey growl oof nice. Lots and lots of swearing and low moans of your name.
W - Wild Card (a random headcannon) Loves loves loves having his hair pulled. It’s such a specific feeling he just cant get enough of. It’s to the point where he’ll put your hands in his hair at any given chance he gets, the harder he feels you pull, the more he knows he’s doing a good job
X - X-ray (what's going on inside those pants) I don’t think it’s surprise to anyone when i say that Taec probably is packing lol, he’s just a large guy in general so... 7/7.5 inches give or take, and pretty thick
Y - Yearning (How high is their sex drive) Pretty high, or at least on the higher side of average. Around 4ish times a week most likely
Z - Zzz... (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Even if he’s totally spent, if he sees you not totally satisfied he wont rest until he knows you’ve been sufficiently taken care of lmao. After that, he’s totally out cold
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daddynegandesires · 3 years
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My little runaway pt. 3
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(Summary: after returning back to the sacutuary negan leaves on one of his runs only to come back to an unexpected turn of events.)
⚠Warning: strong language, angst, physical fighting, smut⚠
Mature content
3 days later
Its been days since negan has been out on his run youve been helping out around the sanctuary cleaning and cooking for everyone. You have been letting people slide without using their points for food and other activities. The point system always seemed like a dumb idea to you never seemed fair to have people earn points just for things they desperately needed. Finishing up the dishes in the kitchen you heard everyone in the dining hall go silent. You walked around the corner to see everyone on their knees..negan must have arrived you kept yourself hidden in the kitchen knowing you havent been exactly following by his rules since he has been gone. Quietly finishing putting up the dishes you sneak outside around back moments before negan suddenly bursts outside.
"(Y/n)....where are you!!" Negan began pacing around looking for you when he turned the corner to see you leaning up against the wall
"You!..."
Negan charged up to you grabbing you by the throat slamming you against the wall.
"What is with you!?" You said clearly before getting all of the air stuck from entering into you
Negan began to drag you back inside infront of all saviors throwing you on the floor with a loud thump as your body hit the ground.
" i want everyone to see whos in charge here and its me!! Not her..me...im sorry you guys have to witness this the hard way....but you leave me no other choice..rules are rules!" negan gripped lucille tightly raising her above his head
You were sitting on the concrete floor still trying to comprehend everything that is going on and, in a sudden flash you were struck across the arm. A sharp shooting pain bursted throughout my whole body causing me to scream in agony. Blood was rushing down your arm you covered it with your hand feeling it seep between your fingers. You were now laying on the floor crying infront of everyone feeling humiliated while negan stood there with a nasty grin. He began to get ready to strike you again. The bat slashed across your arm again this time harder and more painful feeling of the barbwire sinking into your flesh ripping it off. You tried to protect your face with your hands before he could get another swing in. Blood now splattered all over negan your screams now filled the building of the sanctuary
"Negan stop!" Dwight stepped infront of negan blocking you
Negans eyes grew black as he realized what dwight was doing. He knew he was getting his fair share of punishment too for stepping up.
"She cant take it.....negan she is your bestfriend she is bleeding out you are going to kill her!" Dwight yelled
Realizing what he had just done negan dropped lucille to the ground everything began to feel like it was in slow-motion and, my head was pounding. Negan pushed Dwight out of the way and scooped you up dripping blood all over his white shirt he rushed you to the doctor they had there. Busting in through the door he placed you down on the operating table the last thing you seen was negan staring back at you before everything went black.
*Nightmare*
"Fuck me harder..." You could feel yourself slowly buckling under him.
With every thrust negan was grunting louder his cock filled you up perfectly. The wetness of your pussy making that sexy sound he loved so much. You had almost forgotten that you were fucking in his and lucilles bed...which made you feel like a peice of shit. Lucille was in the hospital dying from cancer and negan said this was a way to help him "cope". I thought otherwise....
"Fuck you are so tight.....your pussy feels so fucking good" negan moaned biting at your neck slamming into your pussy faster.
You began to drag your nails down his back causing him to grunt out in pain he then grabbed you by the throat squeezing untill you let out small moans. He began fucking you faster you couls feel his cock swelling up inside of you getting him closer to the edge of blowing his load. He took his free hand gently rubbing it over your clit. Your moaning grew louder and louder the faster his fingers went.
"Negan.....how could you!" A faint voice called out.....
*end of Nightmare*
You suddenly woke up in a sweaty panic to only realize you were hooked up to IV monitor's. You began to raise yourself up when a sharp pain beamed through your arm causing you to cry out in pain you looked around the room and spotted negan in the chair beside you slumped over fast asleep. Everything that happended slwoly started coming back to you negan humiliating you infront of everyone and, almost killing you with lucille.
"Your up..." Neagn said in a raspy tired tone
You couldn't bring yourself to say anything to him not after what he just did to you he could have killed you!. All you could do was stare at him you didnt even know who you were staring at anymore all you knew is that you had to get out of here nothing will ever change with him. Ever.
Negan rose up from his seat moving over to the bed sitting down by you he raised up his hand to caress your face which caused you to flinch. His face looked full of guilt and sadness he was struggling to keep eye contact with you. You pushed his hand off of you shooting him a dirty look.
"I need you to leave....now" you spoke through gritted teeth turning your face away from him.
"I dont want anything to do with you ever again!!..im done with you..now get out!" A fire grew inside of you, your voice full of rage there was no other choice but to distance yourself from this moster. Negans face twitched at the words that had just came out of your mouth he looked at you one last time before stading up to grab Lucille. It felt like there was a knot in your throat it was hard for you to do this but it had to end this way.
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Its been weeks since me and negan have spoke let alone make eye contact with eachother. Ive been getting along with everyone nicely in the sanctuary even have been going on a few supply runs, not with negan course. My arm was almost fully healed but im left with an eye sore of a scar i have to deal with for the rest of my life. I cant forgive negan for what he did to me he went to far this time i can no longer put my trust in him. My night terrors have been increasingly bad lately i always end up tossing and turning all night. Dwight and i have actually been getting along with eachother and working as a team he has been keeping in touch with rick for me. Dwight isnt so fond of negan anymore either hes been sneaking around behind negans back giving information to Daryl.
I was in my room getting dressed when there was a sudden knock on my door it was dwight.
"Hey...how you doing?" He walked in leaving the door open behind him
"Im okay. Whats up?" I questioned, while sliding a knife into my belt loop
"Im not sure how to say this but we have to go on a run today wit-"
"Okay? Thats fine with me" i cut him off mid scentence while sliding on my leather jacket
"With negan..." He finished.
You took a deep breath in and ruffled your hair with your fingers annoyingly before letting your hands fall on your thighs causing it to make a slapping sound. Dwight stood there staring at the ground nervously waiting for you to respond.
"Okay then..." Letting out a deep sigh as much as you didnt want to be around negan you really didnt have any other choice right now. You and dwight left your room only to bump yourself into negan causing you both to grunt you just pushed right past him not saying anything making your way out to the truck ready to leave. Negan walks outside up to the truck you can hear him faintly whispering to someone. The door flings open and with one swift motion negan plops down in his seat slamming the door shut. You could feel negans eyes on you from the rearview mirror. Dwight hopped in the driver seat and drove off causing for an awkward silence untill we reached our destination.
"I gotcha.." Dwight said holding out his hand to help you out of the truck
All you could do was keep quiet and take the offer dwight was giving, negan as usual was standing there with a cocked smile ready at any moment to say some smartass bullshit. The three of us began to walk off when we came up on a pharmacy the windows were untouched, no broken glass all of the shelves look fully stocked Negan walked in tapping lucille on the counter giving warning to any walkers that could be inside. I followed behind him heading straight over to the medicine filling my bag up. All negan could do was walk around while watching me and dwight stock up on everything we needed.
"This place is a gold mine....untouched" negan said pacing back and forth
You were watching Negan gaze out of the front window of the building when we heard a yell come from the backroom we all quickly ran back there it was a man getting eaten by a walker, ripping his flesh off of his bones peice by peice.
"Put him out of his misery what are you waiting for!!?" You panicked yelling at negan
"Dwight ..." Negan said in a low tone
"You fucking coward!" You quickly pulled your gun out of your pocket pulling the trigger putting a bullet in the poor mans skull
"Wow....fiesty..." Negan said licking his bottom lip
"You fucking disgust me!...you are pathetic!!" You shoved your gun back into your pocket marching up to negan
"Dont excite me now darlin.." He let out a dirty grin slicking his hair back with his free hand
"Im so fucking tired of you...you act like you are the greatest man alive. You are a cheater! And a liar! Thats all you ever will be lucille would of never wanted this!" you screamed in his face before marching back to the truck. Negan and dwight came out to the truck shortly while gathering up the rest of the supplies. All you could do was sit with your arms crossed and a bitchy look on your face. Negan kept glacing at you out of the corner of his eye as if he had to keep watch over you.
When you arrived back at the sanctuary you rushed out of the truck storming off to your room slamming the door shut behind you. You were rumaging through the cabnets hoping to find a bottle of alcohol to calm yourself down with. The thoughts just kept floading through your head the night lucille died...you couldnt get negan cheating on her out of your mind you felt so guily so, disgusted with yourself...you were her bestfriend and you were fucking her husband. Grabbing ahold of the glass filled with dark brown alcohol you popped the lid off bringing it up to your lips. The smell of it almost stinging your nose, swallowing the alcohol it burned your throat a feeling you havent felt inawhile. Tears were streaming down your face as you slide down the wall behind you chugging down your drink. I just want to forget everything...
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curious-menace · 3 years
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Have I really ever requested one thing of you (the pegging telltale Riddler h/c)? Time to change that; let's see how the Eddies would respond to being told by their partner that they're a "bad boy" and "need to be punishment" (sexually, of course) - Pegging Anon.
I really enjoy these kinds of asks. honestly just give me a blank check for mayhem, unleash me upon the riddlers like a plague of locusts 
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Arkham! Riddler
please be careful with this riddler. He has problems reading peoples tone and if he thinks youre angry at him you're liable to send him into a panic.
he really doesn't like dirty talk. dont call him a slut or a whore or anything like that. Not only is it demeaning and humiliating( 2 things this riddler doesnt deal well with) its just a terrible way to get him to do what you want.
again, the idea of punishment in a sexy setting is a turn off for him. He’s afraid of being strangled or choked and he doesn't find being hit sexy.
to put it simply, this riddler reacts better to the carrot than the stick. if you want a good reaction out of him, praise and affection work better. call him a good boy, give him pets and rewards. 
IF you were to coax him into it, safeword, soft restraints and reassuring from you that everything will be ok, he’ll still probably cry. he might enjoy himself but the emotional stress will still leave him in an utter state.
i know some people use BDSM to cope with trauma but maybe dont try this on him. pitch the idea and let him mull it over. dont bring it up more than once or twice and let him decide
he always needs a lot of aftercare. he needs to be constantly reassured, not just after sex, that you love him , that he’s done well. lots of kisses and soft words and let him rest from the heavy stuff for a little while. 
Blacklight riddler
another riddler you need to tread carefully with. he’s a kinky shit but like...a soft kinky shit who bruises easily.
He wont need coaxing. its either a hell yes or a hell no and you shouldn't push that. He likes sex games but he’s got trauma, sometimes something that was fine yesterday is triggering today so please be gentle and respectful with him.
He doesnt mind being called a bad boy, just not too often. mix it up and don't patronise him all the time . you can tell him off without treating him like a kid. 
he likes edging and orgasm denial as a punishment. just dont ruin his orgasm or he wont let you do it again. 
please don't ever hit him during sex. a playful thump on the arm when he’s telling a bad joke is one thing but if you touch him roughly during the act, even if he knows its coming, he finds it triggering. 
He’s pretty exclusively a sub but don't think that means he’s into punishment all the time. mostly he just likes his dominant to take care of him.
BTAS Riddler
i feel like it would throw him for a loop. he’d be confused as all hell, even if you said it in a sexy voice he might not get the message.
 he’d probably scoff at the idea. the notion that he’s anything other than perfect is laughable. he’s certainly not some sort of bad boy. you should sit on his lap and get him on the same page as you. watch his mouth go dry and his eyes go wide as you explain all the things you're going to do to him for being bad. he’ll do his best to stay composed but we both know its you who’d be wearing the pants by the end of the conversation. 
he’d want to be tied up. he’ll be gibbering and rambling the entire time, desperately trying to stay in control of the situation.  He’ll try to do things for you but a gentle reminder that you’re in control and if he doesn't anything he’ll be punished more will have him biting his tongue. 
I think humiliation works best on this one. im imagining something with rope or his suits since he’s so fond of them. maybe try and make him cum while still clothed? maybe some shibari under his suit jacket? i’ll let you decide. 
he doesnt have a safeword bc he thinks its strictly a bdsm thing and refuses to admit he’s into that. he prefers to use the traffic light system. although you probably had to teach him that. before hand he was using some nonsense riddler made system involving humming different songs. ode to joy for fun/keep going and  vivaldi winter for slow down.  you will have to gently explain what a batshit insane idea that was. 
Original Riddler
I imagine he’d be into it, moreso initially than the others. He doesnt have so much emotional baggage and he’s game to try anything once. 
I dont know if he’d find the idea of punishment sexy but he’ll try it for you. he’d probably just prefer you to frame it as impact play or degradation or whatever “just because” you wanna try it. something about it being a meant as a punishment just seems weird to him 
he does like being called names but in a cute playful way. he’s not liable to take offence at anything you say, inside or outside the bedroom but digs at his appearance do sting a little. even if youre “in character” so to speak when you say them. just reassure him after that you dont really think those things.
He’s one of the tallest riddlers and also has zero shame so you’ll need to be inventive when thinking of punishments. tying him up could actually hurt him with his circulation, he runs around in glittery spandex all day anyway so good luck trying to humiliate him. 
Because he is so tall and strong, its hard to hurt him. you could try spanking him, ask him to count out the spanks and listen as his voice gets higher and more unsteady with each one. 
actually in that note and given his penchant for dress up maybe you could try sub/dom roleplay? pretend you're a doctor/nurse or something and you're punishing him for his bad diet? if the punishment thing doesn't work out at least you’ll both get a giggle out of it. 
Telltale Riddler
Oh he is absolutely going to fight you on this one “i think YOU'RE the one who needs punishing , love.” . if you want to punish him you’ll have to fight for that right
he’s never really subbed before he met you. He’s happy to show you how to punish a sub but he really needs practice letting someone else hold the reins.
he pretends he doesn't like dirty talk. if you get him riled up and start whispering filthy things in his ear he’s going to melt a little. 
I cant think of a specific he’d like or something he’d find egregiously offensive, so i think you've got a blank cheque for mayhem here. do what you like and he’ll tell you then and there if he’s into it or not.  
but no blinders or restraints though. he’s claustrophobic after being in that icebox. He IS an escapartist mind you. even if you put him in something he’ll have wiggled out of it before you can blink . he MIGHT tolerate something just there for aesthetics or because the fabric feels nice, like maybe his tie or your hair bow tied loosely around his arms.
in the same vein, he’s sensitive so maybe you could lightly torture him with some sensory stuff. ice cubes or wax play?
Zero year Riddler
i Cannot stress to you enough what a horny fuck this one is. at the mere MENTION of sexy punishment he’s like “oh yes punish me ive been bad “ wiggling his ass in the air like a target. will call you Daddy regardless of your gender because we all know he has  issues. 
He’s 100 percent going to lean into it, goad you and taunt you to punish him more, get angrier or hit him harder. he gets off on the pain, yes but he also just really enjoys being an insufferable shit. 
“EDWARD THIS IS PUNISHMENT YOU ARENT SUPPOSED TO ENJOY IT” - you, probably. 
i dont think the traditional sexy punishment things will work on this one. youre going to have to get creative. like tell him you are in charge of his wardrobe and death traps for the week. 
something that MIGHT work would be forcing him to wear a toy or even just some lingerie under his suit. He’s going to be embarrassed as all hell because this riddler is a big buff cheeto puff who takes his appearance seriously. BUT he cant deny the thrill of maybe the lace poking out over his waist band when he bends or the outline of a bralette being seen under his shirt, isnt a little arousing.
please dont be surprised when he turns around a week later and pulls this exact same shit on you. 
there you go nonnie !  this one was quite a lot of fun! i have a rule of trying not to write more than 6 points for each but it was hard to compress down this time around. so much variety in personality and temperament in the one character there's a lot to write about 
got something you wana talk about? send me an ask or a dm! im always game to talk about our favorite curious menace 💚💜
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