Torture - Blog Posts

Anyways,

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

TORTURE AND SALLY AND CRUZ! WHY ARE YOU MAKING HIM WATCH!

I know I should’ve seen it coming but it still made me scared!

IT’S HELL IT’S HELL IT’S HELL IT’S HELL IT’S HELL IT’S HELL IT’S HELL!!!!!

OH THANKS FOR THE ENDING! I GUESS I’LL JUST ASSUME THE WORST OF HAPPENED TO THE THREE!

Okay...

Mater, call the spies and get a Maui hook and go save your friends,

Holley, get out the taser and shock the minions and help Mater get them out.

Finn, put eighteen holes inside of Axlerod.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRn2jDfsOsQ

Victim of the Labyrinth

Birthedstars

The forest echoed with a single woman's screams. Her fingers dug into the shoulders of the hero Theseus and another young man from the Labyrinth. The dirty, soiled dress she wore couldn’t cover the gargantuan load she carried nor the source of her suffering.

Her stomach, beneath a tainted gown, was covered with blood red streaks of stretch marks. It carried low and heavy on her, as if the skin could tear and fall off her at any moment. Between her legs, the battered lips of her pussy were stretched to white, beyond their limit. The head wasn't circular though, it was more rectangular, not suited for the canal of a human. Everyone who followed behind her could see it looked like the head of a calf with small bumps for horns.

Within each of Phaedra's screams held a desperate plea for Hera to help her. To let her survive. It felt as though they fell on deaf ears every time she felt the huge body of the Minotaur's baby crawl through her. The risk she took seducing the Minotaur to allow a few of them to escape made it so that Theseus was even here, but the pain coursing through her stretched thin belly was convincing her it was hardly worth it. She never predicted that the Minotaur could even impregnate her.

The trio, along with the other former prisoners burst into the camp.

A crowd had already gathered to observe the return of the hero who would slay the Minotaur. They had begun shouting Theseus' name once they'd recognized him and were promptly ignored.

"Hang on, Phaedra, we're almost there!" The young man said.

An audible pop came from Phaedra crotch, drowned by her screams. Her pussy nearly tore around the now crowned bull head. Drops of blood and water trailed beneath her.

Theseus and the young man rushed her out of sight of the crowd as quickly as they could. If the villagers found out what was being born, they would kill her before the huge child had the chance to.

Screaming and crying all the way, Phaedra was dragged to the village doctor. Upon entering, they looked upon a full clinic of sick and hurt prisoners of the Labyrinth from another group.

The doctor was young, only just taking the place of the former doctor who had passed. Despite that, her demeanor was hardly amateurish. She moved between beds swiftly before seeing the struggling Phaedra. She only took a quick glance at her twisted bump and her straining pussy before throwing out orders.

"Take her down stairs! I'll attend to her as soon as I can!" The doctor shouted.

The pair of men obeyed and ushered the struggling young woman down.

It was a fairly deep basement under the earth, away from prying eyes and could muffle the greater bouts of suffering Phaedra would have to endure.

Phaedra was left to writhe in pain for hours on the cot. She couldn’t stand, the baby had damaged her pelvis. She couldn’t move without a foot thrusting into a rib, bladder or finely stretched skin of her belly. She escaped one prison of the Labyrinth only to be put into the prison of the birthing bed.

After Pheadra was as settled as she could possibly be, Theseus left to help get the other survivors situated and ease the crowds of their desire to see the great hero.

"What's your name?" Phaedra asked between breaths.

"Nikos, just Nikos," the young man said, pouring another swig of water into her mouth.

"Thank you, Nikos, for staying with me," Phaedra's brow furrowed at the end, her stomach went rigid and the half crowned head quivered within tight confines of her pussy.

Nikos stayed by her side. Relieving her breasts of milk every time the pressure grew too great. He held her hand when spasms returned.

Phaedra could do nothing but grip Nikos' hand and shriek desperate pleas to Hera as her huge, unnatural stomach twisted and the shoulders of her Minotaur baby tore open her pussy

The Doctor finally came down to the basement.

"Ok, let's see what we have here," The Doctor immediately got between the struggling woman's legs and flipped the gown over the tower of a belly. "By the gods."

Phaedra's stomach had a distinct shine amongst the discoloration of her skin. Branches of veins and stretch marks covered her shifting bump. The Minotaur baby stretched her labia into a thin and fraying circle, most of its shoulders were out, still struggling to make an appearance.

"Please just get it out of me Doctor," Phaedra's head rolled back and forth on the bed as her belly started to harden.

"Ok, Nikos, I need to press on the top of her belly. Strong and firm when I que you," the Doctor instructed. "I'll pull on the head. Brace yourself, Phardra."

Nikos hesitantly put both hands on Phardra's hot and sweaty belly. Phaedra tried to control her breathing. Then, the doctor pulled.

"Now!"

Nikos pressed hard on Phaedra's belly and Pheadra pushed as hard as she could. The shoulders only slide forward a little, pulling Phaedra's pussy with it.

For an hour, the trio worked to get the baby out. It only left them tired and exhausted. Phaedra especially was on her last legs of energy. Her breathing shallow, pushes weak, the Doctor had very little choices but to continue without her help. Contraction or no contraction.

"You need to push, Nikos. You need to press down harder than before!" The Doctor commanded.

Phaedra's consciousness was dipping, but she heard that.

"Wait, n-no-"

She was soon shocked back to life by Nikos' giant push on her sore belly. The baby was sent careening through her ravaged pussy. Her entire body jerked, her back arched and belly constricted.

Her hips and canal had been kept full for nearly a day at this point and had finally adjusted to the shape of the Minotaur baby. Her legs were splayed out beyond what was normal for a birth, but that was a cost to be assessed and hopefully fixed later.

"Stop! You're hurting me! No more, no more, no more!" She clawed at Nikos' arms as he pressed.

Nikos didn't allow Phaedra's thrashing and begging to stop his efforts. Nor did it stop the doctor from digging her hands into Phaedra's tightly packed pussy and pulling at the baby's shoulders with all she could.

"S-stop! It hurts, it hurts too much!" She shrieked.

The baby slowly succumbed to every effort. The doctor's dragged the baby out of Phaedra's ravaged and now gaping wide pussy. A torrent of water came with it and Phaedra's belly shrank only a little.

Phaedra drank in heaps of air, her body still shaking from the effort.

She looked from behind her still massive bump to see the Doctor holding an absurdly large Minotaur baby. Luckily, it didn't have cloven feet like its father, but it still had its head. The trio had no clue what to do with the baby but all that mattered was that Phaedra rested and that the placenta was delivered safely.

Phaedra was just happy the ordeal was over.

When dawn broke, 3 hours after the placenta was delivered, Phaedra was weakly crying out for the doctor. Her body was still exhausted, but she was regaining a bit of strength.

"Something isn't-UGHHH, right!" Phaedra yelled.

The Doctor pressed on the underside of her bump. She examined her bump for a bit, then their brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?!" Phaedra cried out.

"I hear more than one heartbeat…two more besides your own, I believe," The Doctor said solemnly.

Phaedra couldn't believe what she had heard. But her body made sure to drive the truth into her skull. Her overtaxed stomach seized harder, her hips stung, her cervix ached, and her back constricted. She felt the familiar block of a head drive downward. Then her waters broke.

"NOOOOO NOT AGAIN!" Phaedra's eyes went wide. She clawed at Nikos' strong arms as her legs were forced wide and she was once again making her pussy full with a child of the Minotaur.

Yan!Patron!! ♡＾▽＾♡

A/N: I'll be making a masterlist and introduction soon! (˘³˘)♡

CW: gn!artist!reader, manipulation, stalking, candid photos, indebt!struggling!reader, kidnapping, murder, torture, handcuffing, and slight manipulation.

word count: 510!!

Yan!patron who commissions you weekly for a new piece of art every week or so. Either stating that it's to impress some rich folks or just to display around his mansion(s). No piece goes unanalyzed, he'll inspect the type of paint you use, how thick or thin the strokes were, the way you painted every detail with him in mind, all so adorable.

Yan!patron who is actually a really important figure in political and economical business. Not that he'd ever tell you, he uses a pen name whenever he contacts, though whoever is delivering your new piece actually has to deliver to his door. Even going as far as to order the delivery guy to wear gloves so their fingerprints don't ruin your precious work.

Yan!patron who has a whole room dedicated to you and your art, yes, you too. Candid photos he took of you painting and doing everyday things, it's not his fault he just happened to have a spare mansion coincidentally built recently near your lowly apartment! His favorite one (which is you looking like an angel while sleeping) is framed in old Amazon wood he gained at an auction.

Yan!patron who pays you more than your commissions ask for, but he takes so much pity on you! You're a struggling artist trying to balance bills, deadlines, and college debt! Why can't you let him spoil you?? (And in spoiling means little by little making you feel like you owe him something)

Yan!patron who only wants the best for you, which is why he kidnapped you. Look, he has hitmans on him all the time! What happens if people found out you were valuable to him? They could harm you!! He made sure that the basement is cleaned and there's to be no speck of dust to be found, following with a lavish bed and wardrobe (some which are from your own, and some that are Yan!patron's choice) that could be your old bedroom based on size. Not to mention your favorite flowers, a bathroom, and a pile of welcome gifts!

Yan!patron who treats you like glass, carefully stroking your red, tear stained cheeks like you also were a piece of art. So the saying that the artist was as beautiful as their art was true after all. Not to worry, you'll be out of your binds soon, just as soon as he finds you not wanting to escape.

Yan!patron who still makes you paint, having plenty of canvases and rich paints. Oil, acrylic, water colors, pastels, any you could imagine. He likes the self portraits you make for him, he'll have a room dedicated to those soon.

Yan!patron whose maids go missing after they say something distasteful or even go as far touch touch your art, how dare they? Can't they see your art surpasses the great mona lisa itself? Don't worry, they're not in the basement with you, isn't it great that Yan!patron has a Victorian mansion WITH a torture chamber? What a bargain!

The Martyr

Chapter 6: Decorated        The cleanup had been humiliating. Hours after he had been left in that sorry state, another one of Lotor’s generals had entered the room. Tall and sleek, with an oddly colored pattern on her face, she wrinkled her nose in disgust as she approached the mortified paladin. “I’ve been asked to do a lot of things since I’ve worked for Lotor, but this might be one of the worst.”           Zethrid walked in after her, looking irritated “Stop complaining. Ezor, I’m the one who has to clean him up, your job is to spruce him up when I’m done.” She reached down and dragged Lance up by his hair, recoiling slightly when she saw his face.        Lance held on to her wrist, trying to keep on his feet. His throat hurt and his face stung from all the blows Lotor had inflicted upon him, but he would gladly deal with the pain if it meant he didn’t have to be seen like this. Noticing that Lance was on his feet, Zethrid shoved him forward, leading him out of the room and down the hallway, with Ezor following slowly behind, her arms clasped behind her head.        Keeping his head bowed, Lance didn’t immediately notice when they had entered a new room. It was only when he heard the footsteps come to a halt, that he looked up. He was standing in a beautiful, brightly lit bathroom. An enormous tub, the size of a small pond took up the entire back part of the room while the left wall was covered in gleaming counter space. On the right wall were several mounted shelves filled with all sorts of toiletries and products, and below that was a clean porcelain toilet, surround by even more counter space.           If Lance wasn’t in his current situation, he would have been itching to try this place out, but instead all he felt was fear. This was the first time he had been in this bathroom and so far, experience had told him that when Lotor was involved, new situations were never good. He stopped and looked hesitantly back at Zethrid and Ezor. “What are we doing here?” he asked, nervously shifting his weight between each leg.           Zethrid tsked, approaching the tub, “Lotor has ordered us to clean you up.” she replied as she turned the nozzle, allowing the tub to fill up. She grabbed a few bottles and placed three of them on the brim of the bathtub and opened the tops of the rest, placing a few drops of each into the heated water.            The moment it was full, Zethrid turned off the nozzle and shoved Lance forward, and he stumbled against the brim, falling to his knees. “Strip,” she ordered, and Lance felt his cheeks grow hot.           “Here…in front of you?” he asked gripping the edges of his ruined cloth. It had been hard enough to be forcibly stripped by Lotor, everything that had been done to him so far was degrading and uncomfortable, but it was all done by Lotor, another man, the idea that he was to strip down in front of two girls was much harder for him to stomach.        “Of course here, now stop asking questions, strip down and get in the bath. Or am I gonna have to force you?” Zethrid asked, balling her hands into fists, putting them up threateningly. Lance hesitated and then gripped the edges of the silk wrap, sliding it off of his waist and letting the soiled fabric fall to the floor. Cheek red, he covered his dick anxiously with his hands and slipped into the bathtub, crouching down in an effort to hide his length.        Despite the situation, Lance let out a soft moan and closed his eyes as his aching muscles began to relax. It had been ages since he was able to properly bath and after everything he had experience, it felt good. He didn’t have long to enjoy it however, as Zethrid suddenly crouched down beside him, grabbing one of the other bottles. He tensed and watched carefully as she squirted some soap into a sponge and began to lather it up, squeezing it between her fingers. For a moment, Lance thought she was going to hand it to him, but without warning, she reached forward, grabbing him by the upper arm.  He let out a yelp and he couldn’t help but flinch and pull away, causing her to tighten her grip and yank him back. Lance trembled in her grasp and Ezor, who had been watching from the corner, sighed and kneeled down beside Zethrid. “He’s kinda jumpy isn’t he? I thought he was the blue paladin.”        Zethrid, keeping a firm grip on Lance’s upper arm, began to scrub at his skin ignoring his protests, “For the past week and a half, he’s been Lotor’s plaything, how the hell would you be acting right now?”        Grimacing at the thought, Ezor stood up and nodded, “Alright, I get it. I’m gonna go get set up, Lotor wants him prepared for the video feed, so bring him in when you’re done.” Zethrid nodded and Ezor stood up and left the room as the other general began to scrub away the dried vomit and piss from Lance’s face and neck.        When he was finally washed, Lance was pulled out of the tub and dried off. He had to admit that it felt nice to be clean, but he was more anxious than ever before. ‘What the hell did that girl mean by prepared and what video feed?’ So many questions buzzed in his mind but he wasn’t given any time to voice them as Zethrid yanked off his towel and pulled him out into the hallway, leading him to yet another new room.        In a futile attempt to keep himself covered, Lancc walked slightly hunched, hands cupped around his member, but before he knew it, he was shoved into a much darker and smaller room. The floors and walls were black and an overhead light was shining brightly down upon a metal, salon style chair, adorned with thick leather straps, grafted in the direct center of the room. It was this that Ezor stood next to, fingers drumming over a covered tray.        Lance’s heart leapt into his throat and he tried desperately to wrench his arms out of Zethrid’s grip to no avail. “Get the hell off of me! What is this?” he spat, as the general shoved him into the chair.     Ezor sighed and began strapping the blue paladin in, “Zethrid, can you gag him or something. I honestly don’t want my eardrums blown out when I start piercing him.”     Fear and dread washed over Lance at the smaller general’s words, “p-piercing?” he repeated, gulping down the bile that threatened to bubble over. “I don’t know what you-” he froze and his eyes widened as Ezor lifted the top off the tray revealing an assortment or needles, next to which was a bowl of intricately designed jewelry. “N-no!” he stuttered, struggling beginning anew. “No please, I’ll do anything, I’ll…” he bit his lips, fresh tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. If Keith saw him begging like that, he would probably be disgusted. Zethrid suddenly began wrapping a harness, complete with a medical gag, around his face, shoving the metallic piece past his lips. Unable to close his mouth, drool began to pour down his chin and his eyes bulged in fear.        Though he couldn’t speak, the gag did little to stifle his sobs, and he watched in terror, legs shaking uncontrollably as Ezor picked up a pair of piercing forceps and approached him slowly. Picking up the first and smallest of the needles, she clamped the forceps onto his left earlobe before placing the needle in the direct center. Lance tried to pull away but Zethrid grabbed him by the hair holding him steady. His body jolted as Ezor pushed the needle through his skin and a layer of goosebumps broke out along his arms. Picking up a small golden ring adorned with tiny blue sapphires, Ezor pulled the needle through his ear and pushed in the gold ring clamping it into to place.        Lance squirmed in his seat as his earlobe began to grow hot. It didn’t hurt too bad, but the shock of being pierced without his consent was enough to send a fresh wave of tears pouring down his face. Ignoring the blue paladin’s obvious distress, Ezor picked up a matching stud and placed the needle an inch above the previous piercing. Working diligently, over the next twenty minutes, she slowly mapped out his ears. On the left; the golden ring, topped with two matching sapphire studs, half an inch apart. Around the the shell of his ear were four golden studded rings, ending in a point. On the right; a single sapphire stone was placed at the tip of his cartilage, connected to a golden chain which ended in a glittering dangly collection off golden ropes, ending with sapphire stars.        When it was over, Lance was relieved. The pain hadn’t been too bad and he looked expectantly up at the two generals expecting to be released. His hopes were quickly dashed when Ezor picked up another needle, and the color drained from his face when she clamped the forceps at the bridge of his nose. Letting out a soft whimper as a small trickle of drool began to drip from his open mouth once again, he braced himself for the what was to come. This time the pain was much sharper and his back arched slightly as she pierced the needle through his skin, sliding in a pointed tipped golden bar.         Please, he thought desperately, shutting his eyes tightly, let it be over. Just let this end. His eyes shot open as Ezor pushed the forceps through the medical gag, clamping it tightly around his tongue. “N-nnngh,” he shook his head in protest but once again, Ezor showed no signs of remorse as she placed a much thicker needle on his tongue, suddenly sinking it through the thick muscle. The pain was much more intense and he sobbed, tugging fruitlessly at his binds. She placed another similarly themed ring through the hole and released the clamps.         Lance’s pain didn’t end for another two hours. Working quickly, Ezor pierced snake bites through his lips, a golden sun through his septum, and four sapphire stars above each eyebrow. His nipples were pierced and connected by a golden chain which dangled down, leading to nothing in particular and his navel was pierced with another sapphire ball.        A small collection of bloody tissues and used needles sat in a large bowl and only one needle and one piercing remained. Lance was laying motionless in the chair, drool pouring openly from his mouth, his eyes fixed on nothing in particular. “We’re almost done,” Ezor exclaimed, and Lance turned his head to fix her with a watery stare. He swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling exhausted and eager for the pain to end. However, the moment the forceps clamped around the head of his cock, a fresh wave of panic set in and his bloodshot eyes widened in fear. A thicker, slightly more heavyset needle was placed through the hole and ignoring his whimpers, she shoved it through. The pain was excruciating and it tore a silent scream from his throat. Taking advantage of the paladin’s shock, Ezor pushed through another golden piercing, connecting it the the chain dangling from his nipples.        Ezor sighed and began to clean up the mess, and Zethrid removed the gag from Lance’s mouth and face. Chest heaving, and pain and heat blossoming in his reddened cock, Lance looked down, tears cascading down his cheeks and he sobbed in defeat. “Please…” he sobbed, “No more.” Previous Ao3 Link

The Martyr

                        Chapter Five                     The Hand That Feeds       

It was dark. Lance wasn’t sure how long he had been chained up, but judging by the painful pangs of hunger that contracted in his stomach every few minutes, it had to have at least been a couple of days. After his assault, Lotor had returned to his room only once, to dress Lance in a blue silk wrap that hung loosely around his waist. But since then, Lance had seen neither hide nor hair of him. It would have been a safe bet that he had been forgotten if not for the daily visits from Zethrid, who made sure he was at the very least cleaned and given water. He supposed he should at the very least be grateful for that. Yet, he just couldn’t relax. Lotor’s ominous words echoed in his mind, and he just couldn’t shake the feeling that Lotor’s cruelty was only just beginning.

       ‘Don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.’ That’s what he’d said with that cruel and sickening smile on his face. And, it wasn’t just the words themselves, it was the way he said them - with such a sadistic inflection that it almost seemed like what he had planned was way beyond any cruel or inhuman thing that Lance could imagine. That being said, what could be worse than being experimented on so he could carry Galran children? He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on such thoughts any longer. It was bad enough that he had been fucked mercilessly without his consent, the idea that he as a man could carry children was just too much.

       Instead Lance’s thoughts turned once again to escape and his team. Best case scenario he would manage to escape and somehow find his team in the deep recesses of space without his helmet or armor. That, or his team would bust in, kick Galran ass and rescue him. I could even deal with Keith teasing me for being caught, he thought with a small smile. An image of Keith’s scowling face came to his mind and a pang of longing gripped his chest. I miss him…I miss all of them.

       After a few moments of silence, Lance shook that thought from his head as well. There was no use focusing on such thoughts. He experimentally tugged at the binds around his wrist and ankles. Damn, they were still incredibly sturdy; there was no way he was going to be able to break them. His eyes instead focused on the wooden post that the binds were attached to. Maybe, if  he could just - the door suddenly hissed open, startling him out of his thoughts, and to his surprise Lotor walked into the room, wheeling in a covered silver cart.

       Lance’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “what the hell is that?” he snapped, glaring up at the prince.

       “Sharp tongued as ever I see,” Lotor replied dismissively, bringing the cart to a halt in front of Lance. “You would think after three days of solitary confinement with no food, we would have been able to scrape off that abrasive attitude of yours, but it appears you still have more of a lesson to learn. We’ll have to drill it into that head of yours before the end of the month or we may just have to postpone my plans,” he grinned, brushing Lance’s hair behind his ears.

       Lance recoiled at the prince’s touch and fear prickled in his chest, but he tried not to let it show. “You never answered my question, and what the hell kind of sick plans do you have for me, anyway? I already told you that I won’t betray my friends, so I don’t know why you’re even bothering with all of this.”

       Lotor chuckled in response to Lance’s bravado. “I will reveal my plans in due time, Blue. We have a few months before everything is prepared. In the meantime, let’s just enjoy the time we have together,” he purred, dragging a clawed hand underneath the silk wrap to caress Lance’s bare thigh. Lance flinched at the touch, acutely aware that his cock lay within reach, completely bare under the thin silk.

       Before Lance could voice his discomfort, Lotor removed his hand and returned his attention to the silver cart. Lance’s eyes followed Lotor’s movements suspiciously, watching intently as Lotor stood up, wheeled the cart over to the side of the bed where Lance was bound, and carefully lifted off the lid of the tray, setting it down on the bedside table.

       Craning his neck, Lance peered down at the tray. Inside a large, shallow, metallic plate was a yellowish brown substance, both grainy and soupy in texture. It smelled foul, and Lance only recognized it as food due to the spoon that was submerged into the disgusting slop. Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust. Lotor picked up the spoon and scooped up the thick mixture and brought it towards Lance’s mouth. “Eat, it wouldn’t do if you suddenly died before my plan was complete.”

       Lance recoiled in disgust, tilting his neck away from the spoon, gagging at the smell, “How about I don’t and say that I did?” he grimaced as Lotor followed Lance’s mouth with the spoon. Lance turned his head away once more, refusing to open his mouth.

       Lotor sighed and quickly untied Lance’s binds, ”I was hoping we could do this the easy way but it seems that I was wrong.” Relief flooded over Lance when Lotor placed the spoon back into the bowl, but it was short lived, as Lotor suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him into a sitting position and smacked him hard across the face. Stunned, Lance turned his head to face Lotor only to be smacked again, this time a little harder. Without warning, Lotor gripped Lance’s jaw, prying his mouth painfully open before grabbing the spoon once more and shoving it deep into Lance’s mouth, clattering it noisily against his teeth.

       The taste was revolting, almost like liquified medicine and he gagged as the bitter mixture hit his tongue, but before he had a chance to spit it up, Lotor slapped his hand hard against Lance’s throat, forcing him to swallow it down. Suddenly, he gripped his hair again slapping him hard across the face. “Are you going to behave Blue, or are all your meals going to be this difficult?” Lotor chuckled as Lance coughed and retched, trying to pull his hair out of the Galran’s iron grip.

        “S-stop I -” Lance wheezed, gripping Lotor’s wrist’s weakly before Lotor gripped his jaw and pushed another spoonful into his mouth, this time nearly shoving it down his throat. With the spoon still clamped between Lance’s teeth, the prince forced his mouth closed and once again, made him swallow the revolting blend by smacking his hand hard against his throat before letting go.

       That was it for Lance who retched and threw up all over his lap and chest, letting the spoon clatter to the floor. Lotor looking disgusted, gripped Lance’s jaw again, this time landing a curled first against his cheek causing flecks of vomit and saliva to spatter against the wall. Lance, still heaving,  let out a choked sob, his face starting to swell where Lotor had punched him. With tears threatening to spill over, he looked back at Lotor who suddenly grabbed his face and forced his mouth open, but instead of scooping up more of the blend, lotor gathered a large spoonful of Lance’s own vomit and forced the spoon into his mouth. Lance gagged and fought against Lotor’s grip his eyes bulging and drool dripping out of the corners of his mouth.

       “Disgusting,” Lotor sneered. “Absolutely disgusting. I go through the trouble of fixing you a nutritious meal and you not only refuse my hospitality but you vomit all over yourself like some sick animal.” He forced Lance to swallow and immediately scooped up some more, pushing it against Lance’s mouth who gagged and tried to shove the spoon away. “Please stop I’ll - mmf,” he pleaded, only to be cut off as Lotor suddenly pushed Lance’s face into his own lap, smearing vomit over his face and bangs. Lance panicked as vomit filled his nose and airwaves, cutting off his breath and as he began to thrash, Lotor finally let go, watching as Lance retched and sobbed, gasping for air.     The prince’s eyes quirked up as an idea suddenly hit him, “Oh dear Blue,” he cooed, “you’ve made such an awful mess of yourself. Do you want to be rinsed off?”

       Lance shook his head, hot angry tears pouring down his cheeks. He knew from the very beginning how evil the prince was, especially after their last meeting. But he had no idea how disgusting and sadistic the prince could be until that very moment and he was not eager to find out what, “rinsed off,” meant. “N-no,” he choked, his shoulders shaking.

    “Oh come now, I insist,” Lotor pressed, untying Lance’s legs and yanking him off the bed by his hair. Lance yelped and tried to tug himself free, but Lotor pushed Lance down onto his knees, forcing him to kneel in front of him. To Lance’s horror, Lotor began to unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free and aiming it towards Lance’s ruined face.

    “N-no, don’t -” Lance started, only to be cut off as Lotor began to urinate onto his face. Lance was humiliated and disgusted and his cheeks burned with shame as Lotor emptied himself onto Lance’s face, causing a mix of vomit, piss and drool to slide down his neck and chest. When he was finished, he threw Lance to the side, who landed against the wall in a crumpled heap and began to sob.

    Grinning at the sight, Lotor turned, tucking himself back into his pants and began to head toward the exit. “I know that may have seemed harsh, Blue, but I assure it was a necessary learning opportunity. Maybe next time you’ll learn not to insult the hand that feeds.” And with that he left, leaving Lance to his own shame and despair.  Previous Ao3 Link

Martyrs

                                                      Chapter Four                                                             Used             Lance pulled desperately against his binds, pain blossoming in his already sore shoulders. He had to get out there, he just had to – the sound of footsteps, growing louder with each step echoed down the hallway, and panic rose in Lance’s throat when Lotor returned carrying a small, plastic bottle.     No- nononono- Please-  Lance thought desperately, squeezing his eyes shut. Gritting his teeth, tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, dripping down onto the pillows under his head.

       Ignoring the blue paladin’s tears, Lotor ripped the rest of Lance’s ruined suit and tossed it aside, leaving Lance spread eagle, naked and exposed. He then quickly popped the top off of the bottle and squirted a liberal amount of warm, sticky fluid between Lance’s cheeks, grinning lustfully. The prince freed himself from his pants once more, pulling them down around his thighs and began using the head of his cock to rub the lube around Lance’s tight hole.

       Lance’s eyes widened in fear, and he tensed up despite knowing he should relax to lessen the pain. Lotor chuckled and without a seconds thought, pushed the tip of his massive cock into Lance’s hole, marveling at its tightness. “Tell me, Blue,” he purred, sweat beading along his forehead, “how would you feel if I had the witch’s druids modify your body in order to bear offspring?” With a cruel laugh, he began to thrust, every bump and ridge rubbing against the paladin’s insides.        It hurt. Every muscle in Lance’s body tensed painfully and he opened his mouth in a silent scream. At the prince’s words, tears openly poured from Lance’s eyes and his teeth ground together in an attempt to muffle the sound of pain that threatened to rip from inside him. Yet, despite his effort, it tore free past his lips, hurting his throat in the process until it was red raw. Beads of blood knitted together around the massive intrusion, and every thrust coated Lotor’s length in blood. I-I’m gonna tear…. Lance thought desperately, trying to think of anything else but what Lotor was saying.

       Lotor shoved his knees underneath Lance, pushing his body upwards and straining the ropes in order to thrust in deeper. Noticing Lance’s distress and discomfort, he chuckled, “don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.”

       Lance didn’t like the sound of that, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it. Pleasure was starting to spike in between waves of pain, and it was becoming easier for Lotor to snap his hips forward without resistance. Lance moaned raggedly as Lotor began to fuck into him. “Such a good boy,” Lotor praised, leaning down to whisper into Lance’s ear, “taking me like this, and on your first time no less. You must be built for this.”       Lance sobbed, shaking his head back and forth, but Lotor quickly stilled the blue paladin’s movements. Placing his clawed hand against the side of Lance’s face, he shoved his head into the pillow, grunting as his hips pistoned back and forth. “You can try to deny it all you want,” he growled, a cruel smile playing over his lips, “but I think I’ll enjoy using you for a bit longer.”

       The tip of Lotor’s cock suddenly ghosted over Lance’s prostate, and his eyes shot open as a moan tore from his already raw throat. “N-no,” he gasped, as realization flashed behind Lotor’s eyes.

       “There..?” the prince mused, slowly pulling his hips back before snapping them forward repeatedly, pressing once again against Lance’s vulnerable spot.

       Cock twitching violently, white hot pleasure coursed throughout Lance’s body and his thrashing began anew, desperately trying to escape that feeling. He wouldn’t…no.. he couldn’t allow Lotor to make him cum. He was a paladin of Voltron, a defender of the universe, “f - ngh-a-AH!” his body shuddered violently and his back arched stretching his binds to their limit, as ribbons of cum shot out from his untouched member, splattering against his own chest.

       Lotor chuckled once again, and began fucking Lance mercilessly through his orgasm, revelling at how each spasm had Lance clutching tightly around him. He quickly picked up the speed, feeling a familiar warmth and pressure building in the pit of his stomach. After a few more thrust, Lotor suddenly shuddered as well, releasing his load deep inside the blue paladin, pumping him full of cum.

       Lance choked down a sob, shame washing over him. He had failed, he had allowed Lotor’s filthy cock to defile him and worse, he had cum without even being touched. I’m disgusting. Previous Ao3 Link

The Martyr

                                                         Chapter 2                                                        The Prisoner        Three days had passed since Lance had been unceremoniously dragged away from his first cell and relocated to a new one, and he was not enjoying the accommodations.         This new room was much colder than the last, and his body suit definitely wasn’t a replacement for a nice, warm sweater. On top of that, his shackles had been attached to a small ring on the wall, about four feet off the ground and making it impossible for him to sit down comfortably.        After three days of being strung up, his shoulders were feeling stiff and painful, and he had stopped struggling in order to free himself from unnecessary pain. That did not mean, however, that Lance was going to take this treatment on the chin. “RELEASE ME, YOU FUCKING LONG-HAIRED ASSWIPE! STOP IGNORING ME, I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME!” He roared at the closed door.        Lance had been pretty sure he was about to experience some sort of heinous torture when he first arrived but so far, he had just been locked in the room, and the only time the doors had opened was when Zethrid or one of Lotor’s other general’s came in to feed him and give him water. He supposed he should be grateful that they were feeding him, but still, being ignored was not sitting well with him at all.        Just when Lance had shouted himself hoarse and was about to give up, the doors suddenly slid open with a metallic hiss revealing Lotor, an amused grin spread over his face.

       “My my, Blue, you are quite the noisy one aren’t you?”

       Lance’s eyes narrowed and he curled his lips up in a disgusted sneer, “I didn’t want you to forget I was here! Release me at once or -” he suddenly faltered, or what? What the hell could he do while he was chained up like this?        Lotor chuckled and seemed to guess what the blue paladin was thinking, “I am afraid I can’t do that, however - ” he broke off suddenly, his eyes seeming to almost shine in the dim light. Slowly, he approached Lance, looking down at his body with an almost hungry look in his eye. Reaching out, he slid his hand down Lance’s side, admiring how his suit accentuated his form, “If you really don’t want to be alone I suppose I could -”        Lance didn’t let Lotor finish his sentence; he wasn’t oblivious, and the way that Lotor was looking at him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Without warning, he launched out as far as he could go, his head making contact with the prince’s with a sickening crunch.        Lotor stumbled backwards, swearing angrily and clutching his head. Pulling his hand away, he saw blood and growled. “ZETHRID!”        Lance glared at her as she tore into the room, blood trickling down his forehead; she surveyed the scene and approached Lotor, unable to hide the grin that was forming on her face.

       “Release him,” Lotor ordered, wiping the blood from his forehead, eyes narrowed in anger.

       “Yes, Sir,” she replied pulling the key from her hip and pushing it into the lock before standing back.

        Lance fell onto the ground, shoulders burning as he suddenly held out his hands to land. This was his chance! Lance prepared himself to roll forward and tackle Lotor, but before he could even move, fingers gripped Lance’s hair and dragged him to his feet. Lotor’s fist connected hard with his stomach, winding him. “Try that again and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk ever again, understand?” Lotor growled, twisting Lance’s face to look him in the eye, which turned out to be a mistake as Lance suddenly spat into it. Lotor froze, anger bubbling in his gut, and he brought his hand up as if to slap him. Lance flinched away, bracing himself, but when the blow never landed, he looked up. Lotor let go of him and he tutted loudly, “Oh Blue,” he sighed, wiping his face, “you really are a glutton for punishment, aren’t you?”        Before Lance could answer, Lotor turned to address his general. “Zethrid, take our guest to my chambers. It’s time he learned the true meaning of fear.”

——————- Chapter 1

The Martyr

                                                       Chapter one                                                          Captured

       Lance awoke with a start, the first thing he noticed was the pain, he hurt everywhere. His body was littered with cuts and bruises and he could feel that the hair that was stuck to his head was matted with sticky dried blood. The blue paladin’s breath was coming out in short wheezy pants, and he realized the he probably had a broken rib.

        He didn’t want to move but he knew he needed to get a look at his surroundings and figure out what had happened. He made a move as if to sit up, and panic rose inside him when he realized that his hands were shackled tightly behind him. Brain kicking into high alert, Lance curled his knees upward and lifted his upper body off the floor, ignoring the sudden spike of pain, looking frantically around him. What he saw made his heart sink.

        He was in a cold, empty, metal room, lit dimly by purple lights, A low electrical hum filled the air and displayed on the wall was a familiar sharp, four pointed symbol. He all alone, chained helplessly on a galra ship, he had been captured.

——————-

        Looking down at himself, Lance tried to piece together the events before his capture. They had gotten word from the Blade of Marmora that a distress signal had been sent from a ship somewhere in the Javeeno Star System. Knowing it was so close to where the Balmera and Shay were located, Hunk had immediately jumped at the chance, insisting they answer the call.

        Shiro however, was much more skeptical, though he agreed, only on the condition that they all go as a team, a decision that turned out to be good one, as the signal had turned out to be a trap. Before they had even gotten close, they had been intercepted by Lotor and his fleet. The last thing he remembered was a frenzied battle, a sudden flash of pain, and then nothing.

       He shook his aching head of the memory and glanced around, trying to think of a way to escape. He quickly noticed that his paladin armor, helmet and weapon had been confiscated and that he was wearing nothing but his skin tight body suit, a realization that made him feel uncomfortable and exposed. For comfort, his mind turned slowly to his team, he knew they would do everything in their power to find and rescue him, and that he would eventually be reunited with them, but with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, he realized that for the time being, he was on his own.

        Leaning his head against the cool metal wall to find some relief from his aching head, Lance couldn’t help but think, ‘Whats gonna happene to me?’ As if on cue, the metal door suddenly opened with a metallic hiss, revealing his captor. “Lotor!” Lance hissed out, fixing the young prince with an icy glare. “Ah,” the silver haired galaran replied, a malicious grin spread across his face, “I believe you meant to say, Prince Lotor.” Strolling into the room with an air of confidence, he approached the blue paladin, who shuffled backwards against the wall, growling angrily.

        “Oh come now, is that any way for a Paladin of Voltron to act?” Lotor admonished, in an almost playful tone of voice.

       “As if I need to be told off by some spoiled exiled Prince!” Lance spat back, lifting himself off the ground to stand up, straining to free his arms which were still shackled behind his back.

       Though his face remained impassive, Lotor felt a spike of anger at the blue paladin’s words and he stared at Lance for a few seconds, before snapping his fingers and whipping his head around to look through the open door. One of his generals, Lance believed she was called Zethrid, entered the room and, after a quick and quiet exchange between the two, Zethrid strode forward and grabbed Lance by his hair, earning her a strangled yelp, and began to drag the blue paladin out of the room.

       Lotor watched the exchange leaning against the wall, an unfathomable grin on his face. “Come Blue,” he chuckled, straightening up to follow them, “let us show you the VIP treatment,” and with those final words, he left the room, shutting the door behind him.

Ok, yall asked for this…

Ok so basically in this au, the first book starts off with Luna and the secret alliance thingie (which actually has a purpose instead of just being filler and the idea of silkwings being against the alliance and is instead actually against them and they do shit abt it) ((but anyway-)) in this au she’s like, one of the big leaders and the book has her basically just doing rebel shit against the hivewings, raising tensions between the silkwings and hivewings and simultaneously bringing justice in some way, and eventually proving a bother enough for queen wasp to take over the hivewings and start, yah know, stopping, jailing and killing the found rebels and actually try and catch them and stuff, and shutting down meeting places and shit, bringing more tension.

So Luna, (who is instead blues slightly older half sis) basically doesn’t even have a chance to metamorphosis in this book, and is instead captured by the the hivewings in one of the raids. They jail her and blue, who was found as an accomplice, and are put in the cells with the fire silks (which they hadn’t known abt yet) bc high security ofc and bc blues father is a fire silk and he is suspected to be one too(Luna doesn’t have flame silk). After they learn abt fire silks and what the hivewings had been doing to them, they plan an escape.

So the escape goes to shit, theyre re-captured and Luna gets killed/executed for planning the escape and thats how book 1 ends

Book two starts off with cricket and she isn’t actually the “I shouldn’t be good but I am for plot reasons and love interest” and is actually pretty nieve and a little self centered, she hasn’t met blue or Luna at all so she’s still unbiased/more biased towards hivewings. Or that is until she meets sundew, one of the very few leaf wings still around, who had also happened to be assigned to follow cricket for gathering information for the leafwing rebellion (separate to the silkwings rebellion). Cricket finds out she’s being stalked and confronts sundew (who isn’t just a super “Im good at all things survival and thats all I need”) who messed up and gave herself away, and they pretty much hit it off.

Cricket gets a lot more educated abt the real silkwing/hivewing/leafwing situation through sundew, and cricket spys on the tribes to gather information for the leafwings.

They eventually are able to get in contact with the silkwing alliance, hoping for both alliances to join together, and find out about how one of their leaders (Luna) had been recently captured by the hivewings and before they can even decide to do anything they need their leader back. So cricket and sundew take off for the prisons in hope of finding Luna.

But when they get there they find Luna dead and a small group of tortured and enslaved silkwings in a highly secure prison with no way out and are horrified to find that hivewings are even worse that what they seemed to be. (End book 2)

Book 3 starts off with blue, and we get a recap on what happened after lunas death.

So basically they execute Luna, re-capture blue and the escapees and lock them up tighter than ever before. Blue ends up worse bc the hivewings think he is the main accomplice and they put him in a seperate cell, and like almost torture him?? Not really but, he has a far worse punishment than the rest.

So basically they torture him, and theyre like “this kids useless if he’s not a fire silk, so let’s just get him to metamorphosis early, see if he’s a flame silk, if he is we put him with the rest and if he ain’t then we can kill em off!” So they like, inject him with like special hormones that make him start to metamorphosis early and they find out he is a flame silk.

So he metamorphosises and we get a small time skip to close to the time when cricket and sundew get there and and in the middle of his little force induced goop coma, he gets interrupted by the guards splitting open his cocoon, mid metamorphosis may I remind you, so hes like only partially developed, and is forced into the rest of the silkwings cages. So basically hes like only slightly metamorphosised and is like a little deformed-ish, his wings are crumpled and unusable and the only thing he has is his flamesilk left, so he like can’t even fly now, which is like a silkwings only goal in life, so like hes left phisically mentally and spiritually broken, his sister dead, enslaved, his only defense (his silk) ripped away for resources, chained down, unable to move two feet and his wings, his last chance at true freedom, ripped away from him, not even able to metamorphosis on his own bodily accord, and now unable to ever fly again, with no second chance… well, you can see why he started to hate hivewings.

Not hate, despise. He fucking hated hivewings.

In the short time of him finally able to see through all their Bull shit he realizes that hivewings won’t change and have never been good to them, and he just fucking hates all of them.

So when cricket and sundew arrive, and he sees another hivewing, the only reason the doesn’t fucking maul her when they free him is bc sundews there. And well, it’s not like he can escape without them with the deformed wings and all. So he goes with them, dispite the hivewings presence and ends up traveling with them and the other flame silks back to the leafwing village.

They get to the village and shit, they do their thing, and blue finds himself more and more comfortable in the hivewings presence, dispite himself, and is more and more enraptured by her surprisingly calm and loving demeanor. Dont get him wrong he still fucking hates hivewings, but cricket has matured so much, she’s careing and loving and sympathetic, he can’t help but feel more and more whole around her. Not because she completes him, but because she helps him see that he is already whole dispite his wounds and scars,(his wings).

He doesn’t understand why he can’t hate her, and throughout the rest of the book they kinda pull toward each other more + more, and eventually at the end of the book they have their hugging-crying-i-love-you scene and they do their couple thing for the last two books.

Blue still hates what the hivewings did to him and his sister and tribe, but is now able to understand that they can change, and aren’t all just evil.

I don’t really have anything else for the last 2 books, or at least not yet, so yall have free reign for ideas and shit, and feel free to let me know if u guys want more!!

So yeee I love them actually so much

I’ll prob do more with this au and shit, so possibly stay tuned for that, other than that, If u you have any ideas for this au, or like it alr, feel free to do what u want with it! So art, reblog ideas, comment ideas or whatevs, fuckin love that shit, would be so fun.

Hope u guys like this, Ik it’s a long one this time, but I hope it like it!! Love yall frum the bottom of my heart, see yall next timeeee <<<3333333

Enemies to lovers blicket au

Chuuya's backstory is so insane because like, any one event from 15-Stormbringer would be enough to constitute a lesser man's entire tragic backstory. Heck, that one scene from Dead Apple where you learn six of his friends died would be enough to be a tragic backstory. Grew up on the streets, forced to become the leader of a group of children who only saw you as a weapon, struggling with your own humanity, betrayal, five friends being brutally murdered because of you, even the detective who wanted to bring him out of the Mafia dying could be enough of a backstory, and I haven't even gotten to the torture yet. But Chuuya's just special like that.

Chain the Past

by: fairystar111

Rating: Gen

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Summary:

Some people will do anything for the ones they love Throw away their morals just for the chance to see them again Others don't get that choice and are taken anyways

Characters: Katsuki Bakugou, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mezou Shouji, Eijirou Kirishima, Iida Tenya, Shinso Hitoshi, Tomura Shigaraki, Dabi | Touya Todoroki, Hawks | Keigo Takami, Spinner | Suuichi Iguchi, Kurogiri, Magne | Kenji Hikiishi, Mr.Compress | Sako Atsuhiro, Himiko Toga, Twice | Jin Bubaigawara.

CW/Tags: Kidnapping, Emotional Manipulation, Phycological Abuse, Possessive Behavior, Dehumanization, Humiliation, Torture, Prison, Rehabilitation, Non-Sexual Grooming.

Start/Previous/Next

After their capture on Mount Yama the rest of class 1-A were rounded up and brought to a large prison-like facility. To their surprise they were clothed, fed and each given places to sleep and times where they were allowed out of their rooms to see each other. Their living conditions were nowhere near as bad as they thought they would be, except for the heavy quirk suppressors around their ankles. Once a day they were all gathered in the common area and an instructor would come in to teach them classes on how they are going to reintegrate into society once released. They were taught about their new government they would be under once they were released and other careers available to them now that being heroes was off the table. They were told since they are children they are given more chances for rehabilitation than adults would have. But that doesn’t mean when they get out of here they can keep on rebelling forever. There have already been cases of former hero students being executed for continuous misbehavior. For example a couple months ago three former hero students from Shiketsue were executed despite being children because they kept trying to start mass rebellions and would not give up no matter how many times they were caught and brought in for reeducation. The class was told to think long and hard about their choices once their year of rehabilitation is over because their new government is not as soft as their old one. 

The remaining fifteen students were gathered in a circle on a large rug in the center of the common room listening intently to their instructor. In one month their reeducation will be over and they will need to decide what they will want to be doing going forward in life. They will all be enrolled in a public high school overseen by the government and will have to pick a new career their education will be tailored to. Since they were previously heroes their education will be closely monitored to make sure they stay on the right path. Which might sound overbearing but it's really a good thing apparently they will have much more opportunities to succeed in their chosen field than normal students since their government wants to deter any remaining heroes from rebelling any further.

“I want you to think about this clearly, you only have one more month left to decide your futures. I want to see you all succeed and grow past this part of your lives. I don’t want to see any of you killed for rebelling against the government. Now feel free to use the rest of your free time to discuss your chosen careers with each other. Those of you who are still not sure can always come and ask me for help.” Said their instructor, a kind older woman who treated them well despite their past status as criminals. They didn’t notice her sending a message out on her device as she walked out of the room. 

“So… what are we going to do?” Sero asked, breaking the silence their instructor had left behind.

“It’s not like there's much we can do, our only options are conform or die.” Jirou muttered bitterly. It’s not fair that they trained so hard to get into UA only for it all to be ripped away after a couple of months.

“Well I am not going to die like those Shiketsu students. Sorry guys but if the options are to live a normal life or die a hero then I'm out. I don’t know what I'm going to do but I don’t want to die.” Kaminari replied shamelessly. Even if his classmates want to go on to fight after their time is up he won't be joining them.

“You're giving up just like that?” Shinso asked, frustration bleeding into his voice. The rest of these damn kids didn't even have to try to get into the hero course and they're just quitting like it didn't even matter. While he actually had to fight for his rightful spot among them only for a war to break out a month later outlawing heroes. It's not fair.

“I mean yeah there's no more heroes left in the country to fight, all of them either died or fled during the war. What are we even supposed to do? We're just a bunch of first years who had a couple of months of hero training. We’d be killed instantly if we tried to fight against Shigaraki’s army.” Kaminari said, arms raised defensively. Don't get him wrong he would love to be a hero if he could but that's just not an option anymore.

“It's true. The fight is over. We lost. Get over it. We're just going to have to get used to this shit; this is the new normal there's no going back.” Bakugo barked. While it sucks that he’ll never get to be the number one hero, Katsuki prides himself on his adaptability. He’ll pick a new profession and be number one at that instead. Maybe he’ll go into the police force or be a chef who knows but whatever it is he'll kickass and be the number one in whatever field he puts his mind into.

“I know it's just… being a hero has always been my dream and I had worked so hard in the sports festival to be recognized by Aizawa only for it all to be ripped away as soon as I started my training. I just don't know what to do anymore.” Shinso snapped eyes teary and voice sounding choked up. Being a hero was his future, he doesn't have any family to go back to like most of these kids. He doesn’t want to start over and find a new dream because of this dream he found Aizawa and got to trained under him. The man even agreed to be his permanent foster placement for the rest of his time at UA when he found out his foster family was going to move him three hours away. He had come to look up to the man as a father figure but now that they can’t be heroes he doubts his mentor will want anything to do with him. He doesn’t even know where he is right now or what his new future will hold. 

“It’ll be alright Shinso. We’ll find new dreams to pursue together! I want to be a dancer or maybe an idol! I'm not sure yet but we'll figure it out together!” Mina said with a smile on her face, clasping a comforting hand on the boy's shoulder trying to lift the room's sullen mood.

“Yeah! If I can't be a hero I want to be a professional baker and open my own bakery.” Satou said confident in his choice. He loved baking just as much as being a hero and had planned to do it as a side gig anyway.

“I was torn between being a hero and a musician back in middle school. I guess the choice is clear now.” Jirou voiced her opinion, still bitter at the lack of choice they were being given.

“I wouldn’t mind being a veterinarian or being a wildlife rehabilitator.” Koda whispered. Even if he can't be a hero he’d still like to use his quirk to help as many animals as he can.

“I’d like to continue training in martial arts so maybe running my own dojo can be the career for me.” Ojiro added. 

“Guys it's great that you are all optimistic about your futures but are we really just going to move on and forget our friends who were taken and are being held captive by the League of Villains?! That is so not manly.” Kirishima interrupted, outraged that they could leave their friends on their own when they needed their help most.

“It's not like we want to forget about them shitty hair but we don’t exactly have the manpower to break them out or the authority to even visit them. Those fuckers are being kept under lock and key by the league. We’ll probably never see them again.” Bakugo growled. Of course shitty Deku had to get himself kidnapped by the most powerful man in the world after Katsuki had promised All Might he would look out for him. Now how's he supposed to keep his promise when he can’t find the fucker?

“I too wish to see my dear friends but there is simply no way for us to have access to them.” Tenya said solemnly, his entire friend group had been taken, not a single member left behind except for him.

“Now I wouldn't say that. ” the raspy voice of Shigaraki Tomura  interrupted their conversation, as the man himself walked through the doorway with the rest of his band of misfits. A thick blanket of silence poured over the room as they were subjected to the scrutinizing stares of their jailors. The villains had clearly been eavesdropping on their conversation.

“What cat got your tongue? You were all so lively just a second ago. Where are the brave little tots I remember seeing fighting on the battlefield?” Compress purred, teasing smile widening when he saw the kiddies begin to tremble and move closer to each other.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Bakugo demanded the only one of his classmates brave enough to speak.

“What can’t an evil overlord visit his prisoners. You all shouldnt be so frightened unless you were planning on doing something naughty. You wouldn't be trying to invoke my wrath would you? I’m sure you heard all about the Shiketsu bra-AK! Hey what was that for?!” Shigaraki whined when Dabi kicked him in the shins. Okay maybe he was getting a little carried away. But it was just so fun to see former heroes turn into trembling little pups at his feet.

“Tomura, stop scaring the brats, we don't need them wetting themselves before we tell them our offer.” Dabi groaned, snorting at the pout Tomura sent his way.

“Dabi, don't kick your brother. Tomura, stop glaring at him, he does have a point.” Kurogiri scolded his boys. No matter how old they get, his brats still bicker like children.

“Fine you heard him brats, we have a proposition for you to consider since you're going to be finishing your program soon.” Tomura said with a serious face no sign of the pout he had on earlier. 

“What kind of proposition?” Bakugo asked with a sneer.

“Well there is a third option besides living a ‘normal life or dying a hero’ you could become our guards. As a guard the most important job you will have will be watching over our children. We're delegating this task to you lot because you are already trusted and liked by the children in our care and are young enough to be raised and molded into ruthless loyal guard dogs ready to serve in protecting our brats. You’ll also have other tasks but those are dependent on your master so they vary from person to person since each one of us will be personally training you one on one. Any volunteers? We prefer you to come willingly but if not we've already set our eyes on a few of you.” Tomura explained, eyes lazily gliding up and down Bakugo’s form.

“Question: if we accept your proposition, will we still be able to roam freely in the outside world to visit our families and such?” Iida asked, considering the proposition but not willing to abandon his family.

“You're not going to slaves brats, you're going to complete your schooling and training with us in dorms at our manor but you will still have free time and days off when you are not needed. Then eventually when you are old enough you will be paid a salary and have a set schedule. Any more questions?” Dabi replied.

“Will we still be able to be regular friends with them?” Kirishima questioned.

“To a certain extent you will be, it'll be good for them to be around more people their age. The whole reason you are being picked at all is because you have had a previous friendship with our kids. But you won’t just be hanging out with them, you will be working so you’ll have to be on guard and ready to attack and protect. You can’t do that if you are fooling around. This is a job, you are now their subordinate, things will be different. You also can not under any circumstances interfere with their training. When you are guarding them you are not allowed to speak about or react to any of the changes you see. There will be serious consequences if any of you cause any regression to the training they already received.” Tomura answered harshly. Izuku is already hard enough to deal with as is, he doesn't need these brats ruining his progress.

“Now which of you would like to serve in protecting our children?” Kurogiri asked. The mist man had no interest in guards for himself; he's just here to keep his kids in check and pick up a surprise for a friend. 

Silence washed over the room fifteen sets of eyes warily watching each other, silently wondering who would be stupid enough to volunteer for something like that? The league basically just want attack animals. Why can't they just use noumus instead? Why do they have to be the ones to do it?

“I'll do it,” Katsuki barked. He was only doing this to fulfill All Might's dying wish. It’s like he actually cares about the nerd or anything…

“And which one of us would you like to be your master?” Compress asked. 

“Tch as if I'd have a master… I'll take the hands bastard since he's the one keeping Dek- Izuku.” Katsuki muttered not liking that he has to bow down to shitty villains just to keep his promise to All Might.

“Hmm, are you sure you can handle me? If you're going to be guarding my little brother you're going to be put through the most intense and brutal training of your life until I decide you're ready to serve. You better think twice before agreeing because I'll drag you through the depths of hell and just when you think it can't get any worse you'll be pushed even farther.” Shigaraki said with a cruel smile on his face. Once he's through with that ill mannered pup he'll be the picture of obedience. 

“Tch everything I do is A+, I can take anything you throw at me and come out on top. You want a guard, I'll be his undefeatable champion. I’ll kill anyone or anything standing in his way and I'll do it without breaking a sweat.” The vulgar boy snarled. Katsuki has always been the best at everything all his life if this crusty fucker wants a guard he’ll be the best damn guard that ever lived.

“Very well I expect you to live up to those standards.” Tomura smirked, pleased with the boy's words, motioning him to come stand by his side. He's had his eye on Bakugou since the Sports Festival, he knows a vicious beast when he sees one and that boy has the potential to be a real danger. He’s glad the heroes didn't have enough time to properly train him on their side now he can train him to be a ferocious guard dog loyal only to him. 

“Well one down four to go…” Spinner spoke slightly jealous that Shigaraki got the most feral kid out of the bunch to be his guard. 

The rest of the kids looked angsty about having four more of their classmates being taken by the League especially since guards will be taken to live in dorms with the league, they'll likely never see those chosen again. 

“I would also like to volunteer to protect one of my classmates.” Tenya spoke loudly, cutting through the silence. 

“Oh I know! I know! You're Ochaco’s friend huh, you want to serve us right?” Toga announce bouncing up and down. She had seen pictures of this classmate along with Izu-chan on Ochaco’s phone.

“Yes If I may,” Tenya said bowing. He had failed to protect his brother from villains in the past. He will not allow anymore harm to come to his friends even if they can’t be heroes anymore Tenya will still find a way to protect them.

“What do you think dad?” Toga asked Twice. In her opinion any of these kids could be turned into something dangerous with enough training but she’ll leave it up to her dad to make the final decision. She trusts his judgment most.

“Hmm I don’t know, he doesn't look too strong. He’s too weak, no way are we taking him! I'm not sure he'll be able to protect Ochako when we're away. She’ll get killed with him guarding her! ” Jin answered honestly. The blue haired boy looked lanky and pale, lacking any real muscle or strength.

“He does look kinda shrimpy...” Toga said, the boy in question wilting under the scrutinizing eyes of the father-daughter duo.

“Hey now, don't be too mean! He may not look like much after months in captivity but he comes from the Iida family. They were a long line of powerful heroes who utilized speed to fight. I'm sure you can train the kid to be a proper knight to protect your precious little princess.” Hawks teased knowing Jin was being overly judgmental because of his tendency to be super overprotective over Ochaco. The man was usually kind to all except when it came to matters regarding his little princess; anyone who wanted to interact with her had to go through him first.

“If it's his quirk you don't like I can always switch it for something else. He will just take longer to train with a brand new quirk rather than one he’s had all his life.” Shigaraki offered, watching the boy’s face pale in horror at the possibility of having his quirk taken from him.

“Thanks Shiggy! We should do that! ” Twice thanked the young man before turning to face the boy with an uncharacteristically serious face.

“Will you be Ochaco’s sword and shield? He’s too soft and wimpy! Will you train until you are worn down to your bones and collapse for her? Of course he can't! Will you be able to neutralize enemies quickly and efficiently on your own? He looks like he couldn't even kill a bug! Are you willing to do anything it takes to keep my daughter safe? Yeah are you? ” The blonde man said in a grave tone despite his alter ego blurting out contradictions.

“Yes sir, I am willing to put my life on the line to ensure Uraraka’s safety.” Tenya responded earnestly.

“Alright I'm taking a chance on you kid, don't make me regret it. He totally will! ” Jin replied.

While Twice and Toga were busy interrogating Iida off to the side, a soft apprehensive voice spoke up. 

“Um If I may I would like to volunteer to be Todoroki’s guard” Yoayorozu meekly spoke up ignoring the looks her classmates were throwing her way. She knows she probably has lived the easiest life out of all her classmates and if she doesn't volunteer she could continue to live as a carefree heiress but she just can’t do it anymore. All her life she has been part of the upper crust. In that kind life people turn a blind eye to abuse so long as the abuser is rich and powerful. She’s seen the Todoroki family at many events throughout her life, she seen the way people's eyes glossed over the bruised bodies and constant flinching; she even did it herself though she was just a child. She won’t do it any longer, this time she’ll stand up and protect him even if it's years too late. It's the least she can do for never speaking up before, Shouto deserves to be protected and she'll be the one to do it. 

“Eh? What’s a cutesy little thing like you going to do against an enemy? How are you going to protect Shouto when you can’t even protect yourself? I've seen the footage of you at the sports fest. You were eliminated within seconds by Kei’s fledgling. How can I trust you not to be killed within seconds and leave Shouto defenseless against an enemy?” Dabi sneered, honestly most of the brats looked pretty weak but these were the cream of the crop of hero students, they were predicted to be this generation's most powerful line of heroes. A class is only as strong as their weakest link so even if this girl is the weakest out of the bunch she’ll at least be better than any outsider he could hire for the job. Plus she’s still young and malleable; she can be raised and molded to be anything his heart desires. 

“I c-can protect him! I-i promise I will this time! I ca-” The raven haired girl stuttered pathetically,

“You’ll what? What can a pathetic little tyke like you even do?” Dabi snarked. Huh maybe it’s a good thing she can look so pathetic. She'll be able to look like an easy target before going in for a kill; the kid might be useful after all.

“I can create many things with my quirk to fight, capture or…neutralize. If you just let me prove myself to you-” Yaoyorozu’s frantic rambling was cut off by Keigo once again coming to the defense of the former hero students. He needs them to put their trust in him after all he will be helping most of them with their training. He needs them to believe that he is on their side and still the Hawks they used to know.

“Sheesh Dabi have a little faith in her, she's the Yaoyorozu heir. Her quirk is creation: she can create anything she knows the chemical composition of. If we train her to use it properly it will be like she is using multiple quirks without all the negative side effects the noumus get. She’ll be able to create any weapon or poison you could think of and more. She’ll have a versatile unpredictable fighting style that won't be able to be countered easily.” Keigo boasted about the girl's potential to his mate.

“C’mon Touya, stop ragging on the poor thing. She’ll need a lot of training but I'm sure she can do it.” Keigo murmured into his mate's ear.

“...Fine, I’ll take her but you need to get a tougher guard for your chick. I doubt she’ll be enough to protect both of them.” He’d prefer a more fierce and self assured brat rather than the trembling insecure pup at his feet but based on Keigo’s analysis she could prove to be useful. She's going to need a lot of training before she could be considered a guard, especially on her personality and how she carries herself. He can already tell she's quite delicate and insecure and that will not do; She’ll need to be trained ruthlessly to get the results he’s looking for. No one will be able to tell that she was once a spoiled prissy little thing when he’s through with her.

This went on for a while, each maining member vetting and prodding each child to see if they would make suitable bodyguards. Eventually Hawks decided on Shouji for his strength and reconnaissance skills. While Spinner went with Kirishima for his strength and conviction. Magne decided against getting a guard claiming she would get too attached and make them her kid instead. And Mr.Compress chose not to pick from this group claiming that Monoma would not react well to having a kid from this class guarding him.

Just as the remaining members of class 1-A were going to release a sigh of relief at not being chosen, a sentence was uttered that shot icy dread through their stomachs.

“Don’t relax just yet little heroes, we're not done here. We still need one more of you.” Dabi taunted.

“What?! But you said you would only needed five of us to be guards.” Kaminari shouted in indignation, letting out a frightened squeak when crimson eyes turned towards him. 

“We never said we were only going to take five kids, we just said we needed five guards.” Hawks spoke playfully. 

“What will you do with those you take if you are not hiring them?” Iida asked as the remaining eleven kids stayed silent in terror at the possibility of what they might face.

“Calm down brats, we're just picking up something we missed the first time around. Kurogiri hurry up and get the kid you're looking for. I'd like to get the brats settled in the dorms and ready to train as soon as possible.” Tomura whined impatiently.

“Patience Tomura. I will be done soon enough.”The mist man tutted, patting the boy's head. Golden eyes crinkling fondly when he felt the boy lean into the touch before turning to look at the lilac haired boy.. 

“Shinso Hitoshi, please come forward. To start off I want to offer my sincerest apologies for separating you from your father. At the time of your capture I was not aware you belonged to Shouta or I would have taken you along with him. As your uncle I have failed you and for that I am sorry.” The mist man’s eyes crinkled in adoration as he eyed the boy. He looked like a miniature Shouta, he even had the eye bags and perpetually sleepy look on his face to match. 

“Um, it’s okay?” Shinso answered awkwardly, quite confused about what the man was talking about.

“Yes, Shouta told me all about you and how he was planning to adopt you. If I had known you were one of us, you would have never been brought to this facility.” In reality the man had overheard Shouta telling Hisashi his worries about the boy and decided to come get him as a surprise and an incentive for good behavior. Shouta still doesn't trust him, but soon enough he’ll fall, especially with the boy there to help.

“What exactly is one of us? I'm not a damn villain and I never will be!” Hitoshi shouted sick of being discriminated against for his quirk. 

Kurogiri could see why Shouta picked this boy; he's just as feisty as he was at that age. He was too cute like a sleepy kitten trying to look fierce but failing miserably. 

“You are a part of the family. You are part of our precious collection of children. If I had known you were one of ours, you would have been brought home and been cherished like all the other children have been. I'm sorry you've been in here for so long when you could have been home with us this whole time.” The man apologized sincerely, ignoring the horrified look on Shinso’s face. 

“Well don't dwell in the past, I'm fine here, I don't need to be coddled and locked away in an unknown location. You can just leave me here to finish my program and move on with my life.” The purple haired boy snapped harshly. If he’s being honest the man is really starting to creep him out. He wants nothing to do with whatever is happening to his classmates right now even if he could get to see Aizawa. He wished he could see his mentor again but not if it means he’s going to be locked away and “cherished”...whatever that means.

“You don't have a choice, you are coming home whether you like it or not. Now stay still.” Kurogiri spoke sternly as he pulled out a metal homing collar all their children wore. He thought the boy would be more excited to see Shouta, he was probably just anxious, Shouta struggled with anxiety when he was his age too. 

“What?! No, I'm not wearing that! I'm not a dog! And you don't get to decide where I go and what I do!” The boy shouted tears of frustration starting to build in his eyes. He didn’t want to be locked away in prison. He doesn't want government dogs breathing down his neck at school. He doesn't want to be locked away forever with these psychopaths. Why can’t everybody just leave him alone! He wants Aizawa back. He just wants his dad to make all the bad people go away.

“We own you, we decide everything for you. And I have decided that you need to come home and so you will.” Kurogiri spoke sternly, leaving no room for negotiation.

The man's voice was too calm, it was grating on Shinso’s ears, he was acting like Shinso was the crazy one for not wanting to be held captive for the rest of his life. For every step he took backwards the man followed forward patiently until his back hit the wall leaving no room for escape.

“Please you can't do this!” The boy cried, feeling the cold metal slide on the back of his neck. 

“I can and I will.” Kurogiri answered by clasping the collar shut and sedating the boy before he could have any more tantrums.

“I don’t…want to..go…” The boys cried as his vision faded and his body slumped forward into the waiting arms of his captor.

“Alright Tomura now we may leave.” Kurogiri spoke gently as he cradled the limp unconscious boy in his arms, opening a portal and motioning for the rest of the league to enter it. And they did each taking their prize leaving the remaining nine horrified kids behind marching forward never to be seen again. 

One year later…

They made it, they've been put through hell but they did it. They've managed to be adequate enough to the leagues standards to begin guarding their friends. The journey to becoming a guard was a tough one; they were constantly trained to the bone, humiliated, degraded, borderline tortured at times to get where they are. They've been trained to withstand the harshest conditions, go days without food or sleep, be able to fight deaf or blind, been forced to undergo procedures that put an inhuman amount stress on their bodies to force their quirks to evolve to their fullest potentials, they've had to learn to take a life as easily as breathing. And these are only some of the things they've had to endure. Dealing with this as well as full time schooling and their weird relationships with their captors almost broke many of them but they did it they're still standing tall and they won't fall, not when their friends need them most. They are nowhere near done with their training but they are at a sufficient level of training to start the job. 

They were lined up in the training room side by side, with each of their masters standing in front of them. 

“You did well brats, for a while there I thought you were going to drop dead or go insane. As a reward you will start officially on Monday you will be shadowing each of us and learning the ropes. Think of it as an internship. You still have a long way to go before you can be left to guard on your own.” Tomura said with something like pride shining in his eyes as he watched the brats perk up at the praise but none of them spoke a word. They've been trained to not speak unless spoken to directly. 

“Katsuki Bakugo come.” Tomura ordered, face incredibly smug when the boy did so without a thought.

“You exceeded my expectations. You completed the first portion of your training top of your class, you never broke nor faltered and for that you will be allowed to move forward and begin active duty.” Tomura spoke proudly. The boy was a fearsome predator, he took to his training like a fish in water. He never hesitated when using his quirk to blow skulls to pieces or fight to the brink of death. With his quirk evolved he was able to make explosions powerful enough to take out entire city blocks and release explosions from the soles of his feet. The boy's eyes had dimmed after his first kill; he almost lost all his spark but the light had come back after Tomura had spent some time praising and affirming that he was good and doing a good job. Who would have thought that such an aggressive boy would have such a weakness to physical affection and words of praise. Hero society had done quite some damage to the boy; it gave him both an inferiority and superiority complex that Tomura was happy to take advantage of. Now all he had to do was give the boy a head pat or tell him he did good and he’d practically melt.

“But first every dog needs their collar. Kneel.” Tomura smirked as the boy showed no reaction. 

Bakugo knows what this is, it's another one of their tests. He and his classmates have been through many before where they are humiliated, degraded, or downright mocked all to make them more apathetic and less reactive. He knows how to pass so he stays silent and keeps his eyes blank and facing forward. He doesn’t move a muscle as a thick black spiked leather collar is fastened around his neck with a garish silver bone shaped tag that reads Kacchan on one side and Shigaraki family guard on the other. He could feel his eyebrow begin to twitch in anger as he read the tag but quickly calmed himself down and smoothed out his expression. If Shigaraki saw how much this was bothering him he would never be allowed to see Izuku if he couldn’t keep his emotions in check. 

This happened to each of them one by one. They all were given accessories that boldly proclaimed them as property of the league and made the final bits of their dignity crumble away to dust . 

“Momo,” Dabi called out, nodding his head towards the spot in front of him, the girl followed the silent order instantly, silently stepping forward before kneeling at his feet. The scarred man had gotten tired of saying her mouthful of a last name and reluctantly began to use her first name after a couple of days training.

“You barely made the cut. You faltered almost every step of the way but somehow you're still standing. You never gave up and for that you’ll be allowed to move onto active duty with the rest of the brats. Don't make me regret it.” The girl had done poorly in almost all the training in the beginning. She had spiraled after her first kill so much that he thought he would have to find a new kid to train but despite it all she stood up and stayed strong. She learned she can release poisonous gasses from her skin and quickly kill someone if she covers their nose with the palm of her hand or sneakily slip poison into food or drinks of enemies. She also learned how to make various weapons in seconds and was trained to use them lethally and non-lethally. Dabi’s favorite being the flamethrower or missile launcher though he does really like the tank she can make through its impractical for most of the fighting they do. Through forceful quirk evolution she can now make things far larger than her own body like tanks or missiles big enough to bomb an enemy's entire territory. Just last week she blew up the hideout of a yakuza clan that had been stirring up trouble, killing everyone inside in one go. She has come quite far but she still has a long way to go in her training. 

“Yes sir,” The girl spoke softly, face flushing. It may not seem like it but this is high praise coming from Dabi. The collar fastened around her neck was lacy and delicate with a gold heart shaped tag with Momo engraved on the front and Himura family guard on the back. The style of the collar did not surprise her; it adds to the look her master wants her to have. She was a lethal beauty, trained to look innocent as can be but able to quickly neutralize enemies caught off guard by her allure.

“Come on Shouji, you know the deal.” The man spoke in a playful tone as he removed the boy's cloth mask and replaced it with a black leather face mask. The mask had a rectangular opening on the front with metal bars clearly displaying his mouth and a small metal plate on the side that simply read Takami family guard. It looked like something you would put on a dangerous animal. He knows the cut out was there to make him look more menacing but now everytime Shouji so much as spoke one of his biggest insecurities will be on show to everyone.

“You did well kid. I trust you can look after Fumi well. But don’t think you can slack off on your training just because you started guarding. I still want you to give me your all got it?”  The boy's strength was unmatched especially after his quirk was evolved he could  when he would wrap people up in his limbs and crush them like a boa constrictor and limitlessly create limbs and cut them off without flinching. Though Hawks favorite feature of his pet is what lies beneath his mask. Underneath the face covering Shouji was hiding a set of razor sharp teeth powerful enough to rip out an enemy's throat in seconds. 

“Yes sir” The multi armed boy replied solemnly, knife like teeth on display as he spoke. 

“Tenya Iida step forward. Run away! ” Twice ordered, the boy ran to take his place at his feet in a second. The boy despite his earlier scrawny state had bulked up quite easily once training had begun. He had been reluctant to kill in the beginning but after a punishment session with Toga he quickly changed his tune. He was taught how to use blades for fighting since his quirk is not as helpful for combat as others. After his quirk was evolved he sprouted another set of engines on the back of his arms to give him double the speed and force for attacks. He wasn't a powerhouse like some of the other kids but he doesn't need to be, he just needs to be able to hold off enemies long enough for reinforcements to arrive. 

“Ten-chan you can look after Ochaco now! Aren't you happy?” the girl squealed as she wrapped a leather choker around the boy's neck. The collar was red with a white lace border with a silver heart pendant dangling in the front that read Tenya on one side and Bubaigawara family guard on the other. The girl giggled as she saw Iida’s face flush in embarrassment at the collar she picked out for him. 

“Yes thank you both very much for this opportunity.” The boy replied, bowing his head towards the father and daughter. He hated his training and what he had to learn to do but this was his only way to see his friends so he had to do it. His friends need him now more than ever and he is going to protect them anyway he can even if he isn't a hero anymore.

“Kirishima, come up here for a sec. You did great, kid.” Spinner spoke as he put his chosen accessory around the boy's neck. The long silver chain had a dog tag on it with Shuichi family guard engraved into the metal. Spinner wasn't really into the same humiliating tactics the others used for training. He had been subjected to too much of that sort of stuff growing up as a mutant but the others were very adamant about putting a clear claim on the kids for their own safety so he decided on a simple chain for the redhead. Despite what it seems they really do like the kids and no one would dare put their hands on a child that is clearly property of the league. 

“Thank you sir!” Kirishima beamed. He really lucked out when it came to mentors from what he’s seen. Spinner is much kinder than the rest of the league. While the training was still bad he didn't like killing or having his quirk evolved, the gecko man hadn’t been as cruel as the others were to their kids. He had been trained in both swordsmanship and close quarters combat. Through his quirk evolution he could shed excess rocky shards of his body and launch them like projectiles. His body was basically indestructible now; they had tested that theory almost too thoroughly; he could take one of Yoayorozu’s missiles to the chest with only minor cracking. While he lacked long range attacks he could take almost any damage without getting hurt. 

“Alright brats get back in line!” Shigaraki barked, watching proudly as the kids orderly lined up backs straight and eyes facing forward. It looked as if they were statues. 

“From this point on there is no room for mistakes. You are going to be taking care of what is most precious to us. I expect perfection and obedience from all of you. If you step even a toe out of line you will be replaced and will never see your little friends again. With that in mind you will start tomorrow so training will be cut short. You may retreat to your dorms to rest.” Tomura ordered. Honestly he was exaggerating quite a bit if he’s being honest. He and the rest of the league have gotten pretty attached to their little guards but they can't know that. Sometimes they would slip up and smile at them fondly when they learned a new attack or ruffle their hair when they did well and the brats would get such a bewildered expression on their faces like they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. They can’t know yet they need to think they are expandable and replaceable by the time they find out it'll be too late. Being favored by the league is something you never want and can never escape…

As they marched out of the training room with only one thing on their minds: I will protect you no matter the cost…even if you hate me for it.

Start/Previous/Next

Shifty was faced with his worst nightmare; he was back in the hands of scientists. He turned into his mind for solace; remembering a past that had changed his life for the better.

Jason was asking her to choose. Mother or child But how could she?

Rereading Skulduggery Pleasant is sometimes painful.

Stefanie (first book) : I suppose this is a big deal for you, huh? Finding out that your gods really existed?

Skulduggery : Ah, but we don't know that. ...

Told by the men who gets tortured a few books later by these gods ...

He’s done it over ten times now send help

My friend keeps spamming the raid shadow legends add and I can’t get him to stop I’m in constant pain and my life is going to shit because of it my wife left and took the kids because of it please help-

Kidnapping whump can be so good, theres so many options,,,

Do they get drugged and wake up in an unfamiliar place?? Do they get a gun dug into their back and a whispered threat to comply?? Do they get jumped on the street and manhandled into a van??

What about once they’re there?? How do they react?? Are they stoic and unbreakable?? Defiant and quippy?? Or are they terrified, begging to be let go?? Do they cry?? Scream?? Or stay silent no matter what??

And what do their captors want?? Information?? Does b tell?? Or perhaps they want to send a message, to hurt someone close to b. Or maybe its personal, maybe they just want b.

What do they do to b?? Just rough them up a bit?? A couple strong punches or kicks?? Some threats, maybe?? Or do they go further?? Broken fingers, water boarding, whips?? Severed toes, extracted teeth, eye puncture?? Do they condition them or use non con or dehumanize them??

How does it end?? Are they rescued by their team, friends, caretaker or even enemy?? Do they escape on their own or with other victims?? Are they set free, after the captors are done with them?? Does their story end with the sweet release of death?? Or does it never end??

Ahhhhh, kidnapping,,,

((Any feedback is greatly appreciated!))

“The most disrespected person in America is the Black Woman. The most unprotected person in America is the Black Woman. The most neglected person in America is the Black Woman.”

-Malcolm X (1962)

(Originally made on insta by @michaelabalogun)

[Multiple people have pointed out that the Sojourner Truth speech isn’t accurate. Interesting none of you bother recommending other resources to spread awareness of what it’s like to be a Black Woman while you are pulling attention away from the main point–Black Women need to be recognized. If you have such a problem with how accurate the speech is, just know I looked into it and apparently she approved the second version which also expresses how she’s feeling. Let’s move on or pm me and I can list some alternatives if it’s weighing on your mind.]

Something, something... Angst art :>

I played a bit with the filters on the second one

Also Wraith I will write my part as soon as my pretty little head will be so kind and remember what I wanted to write yesterday

Also I know I didn't quote Nightmare perfectly but I drew this at like 10 pm yesterday and I remembered it wrong pretend that's what he said-

Wrote something based on the idea Cray and I thought of:

Desperation wasn't new to Killer. It was what drove him into madness in the first place, filled his soul with so much Hate that he scarecely recognized himself as a Monster. Sometimes, he'd find himself lost in the hallways of the castle while his soul melted like those DT-riddled amalgams.

And he knew Nightmare wasn't far behind, hands and claws grasping at his shoulders and throat, whispering all of his sins like a Judge. It wasn't rare to see Killer hunched against a wall and sob so hard he choked on his own breath.

He'd remember Cross try making his way to him - or was that Horror? - and say something muddled but stop. Maybe they realized he was a lost cause and gave up trying. Or Nightmare simply selt them away. He can't quite tell with how his sockets flood with liquid Hate.

Sometimes, he seeks Nightmare out before an episode, when he can feel it in the back of his mind and thrumming in his soul. Staggering into Nightmare's office and collapsing at his feet as his legs gave out.

If there was one thing he did remember, it was the way Nightmare smiled at him. Like someone sick with pleasure at seeing another in pain. It was a mean smile, one he'd made all the time before the episodes came more frequently. It was a wonder Nightmare still sent him on missions. Maybe he liked watching Killer try to take lives before seizing up.

"Killer."

His head tilts up from his spot on the dark carpet, knees rubbed raw from kneeling.

"Who allowed your thoughts to wander. Pay attention."

With that, punishment came swift and agonizing - a tentacle had shot itself right through his ribs and forced his body to tilt back as he was pinned in place.

"AAAAGH!!! Uhhhnn...! Hah... hah.....hah... sorry...." He grunts out, pain shocking through his bones with every faux breath.

Every moan of pain was met with a slow twist of the tendril, never once giving Killer a moment of reprieve.

"Mm. You came to my office to hurt. Don't waste my generosity."

Killer slowly grins, he cant help it. Yeah... He deserved this. He needed it. Someone to keep hurting him. Because after all that fucked up stuff he did, maybe it was about time he paid for it.

Another tentacle shot through him, and his head was thrown back as he screamed. He screamed and eailed until his throat was hoarse and no sound could escape. Nightmare's laughter quickly filled the silence instead, his twisted glee replacing his bloodcurdling screeching.

Any would have thought this was torture beyond measure, a fate anyone would do anything to avoid meeting again.

But they knew. They both knew.

He would come back for more.

The team watching their weakest and youngest be tortured by whumper, whumpee’s screams echoing against the walls as they beg for them to stop.

Vs

The team watching their stoic leader be tortured by whumper, swallowing down their pain with grunts and gasps, which only angers whumper further.

Tie your whumpee up by their wrists, rough rope digging into their skin. Then whip them, over and over, until their legs give out and they slump against the post. Until each breath is a ragged, desperate gasp, until the world spins around them and stars to fade in and out of focus, until all they can hear is the snap of the whip and their own blood dripping on the ground.

Swapfell Brothers x Reader (That Bitch) Chapter 2

*WARNING* (Contains gore, torture, and sexual themes)

Your boss heard raps on her front door. She scoffed and stood up from the couch. Her husband left an hour ago, and she was getting ready to call her lover to come over; she was a little more than annoyed. She swung the door open. A short skeleton with a large, threatening grin stood on her front stoop. She audibly groaned, “What do you want you Halloween prop reject?!” She snapped. “Greetings, bitch.” Before she could reply, Sans grabbed her arm, and in a split second, they teleported to the basement. Sans cast his blue magic onto her and threw her onto a bed. “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” She shrieked. “LET ME GO THIS INSTANT!” Her limbs were forced to spread like a starfish; “Pap!” On cue, Slim with a rope coiled around his arm tied her wrists and ankles to the bedposts. “She’s tied, M’lord.” Slim stated. “Perfect. Keep an eye on her, I’m going back to the house.”  Sans released his magic grip on her soul and blipped out of sight. She thrashed like a fish hooked on a fishing line all the while screaming. “LISTEN HERE YOU FILTHY FUCKING BASTARD-!” Pap slapped a strip of duct tape over her mouth cutting off her sentence. “My apologies, but Milady requested to hear you scream personally,” Pap explained. Pap reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pair of scissors. “She also wishes for you to be nude.” Your boss let out a muffled protest, at least, that’s what Slim thinks, but he can’t understand her clearly. He snipped off her tight shirt and tore her denim shorts. The cool, damp air causing goosebumps to bloom across her skin. Then he cut the straps of her bra and he cut both sides of her panties, removing them both and tossing the scraps into the corner. Her body flushed with shame and embarrassment as a surge of panic gripped her as Pap’s eyes roamed her body. “You’re a good-looking woman… However, my wife is truly the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, and I can’t ever imagine getting aroused for any other woman than her.” He pulled out a box of cigarettes and his lighter. He lit one and calmly smoked as he watched her in amusement as she struggled within her binds. She was starting to tear up, how could this be happening? He took one last drag, and without warning pressed the cigarette butt onto her stomach, causing her to jerk and let out a sharp muffled cry. It left a circular red burn on her smooth skin. “Just a little something to take the edge off.” He spoke in a dark tone. She only continued to whimper and shake, as if she was violently cold. Sans blipped back into the basement, holding a toolbox. “M’lord, everything go smoothly?” “Yes, everything has been taken care of.” Sans glared daggers at the prisoner and approached the right side of the bed as she tried to shrink away from his gaze. He dropped the toolbox by the bedside with a *BAM* and leaned in close to her face, “You’re crying already? I would have thought a heartless bitch like you would be putting up more of a fight.” Sans mocked. He ripped the duct tape off of her mouth, taking a small patch of her skin with it, causing her to choke back a whine from the after sting. “Got anything to say to a “prop reject””? He snarled. “Please! Let me go! I’m sorry I called you that! I’ll do anything!” She pleaded. “Oh, this isn’t about what you called me on your front step, this is about what has been going on for months.” “M-months, but, I don’t know who you are!” “But you do know our wife, (Y/N).” The wheels in her head began to turn more quickly, realizing that this was an act of revenge. “P-please, I’m sorry! I’m-!” Sans ignored her and smacked the tape back onto her mouth. He strolled over to his brother. “Heard anything from (Y/N)?” Sans asked. “I did, she sent a text to me saying she was on her way back,” Slim responded just as the two skeletons and the prisoner heard the front door open. “Sans! Papy!” A familiar voice rang. Slim and Sans smiled. “Our lady is back.” You stepped into the house, and shut the door behind you; letting out a comfortable sigh as you placed your bags of new clothes and goodies on the kitchen counter. For a moment, you waited for someone to reply, but there was no answer. You knew they were home, Pap said so when he texted you back. As soon as you thought that, your phone beeped. You pulled it from your purse. It was a text… “In the basement.” Your heart began to pound, though not in fear, but in anticipation. Did they really do it?  You stepped closer to the basement door. A shiver rippled through your body as you grasped the basement doorknob and slowly opened it. You saw Sans at the bottom of the stairs looking up at you with a smile. You beamed at him, closed the door behind you and descended the stairs. At the bottom, you smooched Sans on his teeth. “Welcome home, my dear, did you enjoy your shopping spree?” “Very much, thank you! But you called me here for a reason.” You explained. “Indeed we did.” Sans slung an arm around your waist and turned you to see the center of the room. Your eyes widened, and you placed your hands over your mouth in astonishment. There she was…tied up on a rickety bed, naked, with tears streaming down her face as she screamed against the tape. Sans chuckled at your expression. “Do you like it?” He asked. You removed your hands from your mouth. “It’s exactly as I envisioned.” You replied in awe. You and Sans stepped closer to the bed. The bitch was whimpering against her tape and stared at you with pleading eyes. You tilted your head in playful confusion. “What’s wrong? Have something to say to me?” You asked. You peeled the tape off her mouth, the tape came off easier after being torn off before. “People are going to look for me, my husband, my employees, when they realize I’m missing, you’ll be found out!” She tried to reason. “Oh, don’t fret. No one will put too much effort into finding you.” Sans assured. “What did you do?” You asked. “She’s been cheating on her husband.” Your boss gasped. “HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW THAT?!” She demanded. “We stalked you.” Slim stated nonchalantly.  “Anyway,” Sans started again. “I typed up a nice, long email about how you ran away to be with your lover. I also took the liberty to search through your photos and posted your nudes and those sex videos of you with your boy toy to your social media. I made sure to tag your parents and your husband.” Her face turned sheet white and was struck stupefied. “I even took all your clothes, your jewelry and most of the money from the safe to make it look more convincing. We will look through those later, and speaking of jewelry," Sans reached into his pocket. "Guess what I found?" He pulled out and held up your choker! "Sans, where did you find it?!" You gasped. "Turns out she didn't throw it away, I found it with her jewelry. Here, let me put it back on you." Sans slipped it around your neck and gently massaged your shoulders. "It looks best on you." He murmured lovingly into your ear. You giggled happily. Your boss was suddenly struck with rage and in a moment of poor judgement; “YOU DISGUSTING WHORE, I KNEW YOU WERE A FREAK ALL ALONG!” She screeched but was immediately punched in the face by Slim, punched so hard that when he pulled his fist away, her jaw was hanging helplessly. “DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO MY WIFE THAT WAY!” Papyrus roared right in her face. He raised his fist again to hit her, “Papyrus!” You called. He turned to you. “That was very satisfying, but look at her stats.” Her HP at max was 20, she was now at 14. “Let’s take our time, it won’t be very fun if we kill her right away.” You explained and Slim nodded. “Can you reattach her jaw please?” Slim took her jaw and in one swift moment, clicked it back into place. “Let’s give her a moment to collect her bearings, you stunned her!” You proclaimed in wonder as you unlatched the toolbox and examined the tools before you. She remained stunned for about 20 seconds before she came around. “You okay now?” You asked. She didn’t speak, she only cried as the last bit of her bravery was winked out of existence. “Good, let’s start!” Slim held out the scissors that he used to cut off her clothing. "Perhaps you would like to use these?" He suggested. You pondered for a few moments, then an idea came to you. “First, let’s do something mostly harmless.” You announced. You grasped the scissors and held them up for her to see. “Let’s cut your hair.” You grabbed a bunch of her hair; her long, thick, bouncy locks that you always admired… too bad they were attached to such a bad person. She didn’t protest, she continued to sob and plead to be let go. You sloppily cut the hair and allowed the clumps fall to the floor. Once the hair was short enough, you placed the scissors on the floor and rummaged through the open toolbox before taking out a shaving razor. Using it, you shaved her head roughly, she grimaced and whimpered until her scalp was a bloody, patchy mess. You picked at the clogged razor, removing wet bloody hair until it was mostly clean. “Now your eyebrows!” You shaved off her eyebrows with a few hard strokes, slicing the skin from where her right eyebrow once was, blood oozing through. You smiled in satisfaction, dropping the razor to the floor and You picked up a hand mirror from the toolbox. “Now you’re the same as you are on the inside, hideous!” You hissed as you presented her reflection. Her whimpers increased in volume to wails as she saw herself. The right side of her face was completely swollen and bruised purple and black from Slim’s assault, her shaved head was turning red from the cuts you made on her scalp, and her eyebrows were now stuck in the blades of the razor. You cackled as you placed the mirror aside. “Alright…now let’s get into the senseless pain.” You proclaimed. Reaching into the toolbox again, “Can you guys untie her right wrist and hold her arm straight out?” Sans held her down with magic as Slim untied her wrist. Her arm was positioned as requested. “W-wait! What are you going to do?!” She yelled. You ignored her as you picked up the needle nosed pliers, and walked over to the outstretched hand. “Thank you.” You squeezed the handles so everyone could clearly see the pliers close and open. You kept eye contact with her as you moved the pliers’ closer to her fingernail. “W-W-WAIT, DON’T!! DON’T PLEASE!!” You slowly wedged the bottom jaw between her nail and her nail bed. She squealed as You gripped the handles and the pliers tightened, then you lifted the pliers up quickly, ripping the nail clean off the bed. She threw open her mouth and howled in agony. Sans and Pap had looks of awe on their faces. Being skeletons they lacked nails, not realizing how painful tearing off a nail could be, and both silently praised you at how clever you are. You grinned wickedly, discarding the nail on the floor, and moving to the next nail. You tore off the second, third. At the fourth nail, the nail cracked in half when you tried to remove it. You frowned…before shoving the pliers into the remains of the nail and tore it without any problem. Going on to the last nail and ripping it off without any issue. “Now the other hand!” “N—n-n-o, PLEASE!” You did the same with her left hand, only this time, pulling the nails off more slowly, dragging out her agony as long as possible. Unfortunately, she only has ten nails, you had to sadly stop. “I’ll do the toenails another day! For now, let’s cauterize those bloody nail beds.” You cooed, placing the pliers down and turned to Papyrus. “May I have your lighter?” You asked. Papyrus reached into his pants pocket and pulled it out. You took it. “Turn her hands upside down please.” You flicked on the lighter and slowly burned all ten nail beds. The searing white hot pain of her flesh being roasted, her screams made your own teeth rattle and your ears ring, yet you wanted to hear more. You burned the nail beds until they were charred black. “Maybe tomorrow I'll burn them off." You thought aloud tossing the lighter back to Slim. With your rage mostly extinguished, you examined her. So far, you think you were doing a good job. No hair on her head, no fingernails, charred fingertips, cut up, bloody, swollen, bruised and traumatized. You have been going easy on her so far, time to make her shriek so loudly it will wake the dead. As you ran your eyes over her body, wondering despite yourself what you should do, “Her feet? Maybe her legs… stomach?” you stopped at her breasts. You stared at the plump mounds… and gave them a sharp jab with your finger, causing her to wince. “You like to tease your fellow employees, including me, about our breasts; even though there is nothing wrong with them. Besides, who are you to judge us when we all know you have implants.” You remarked. She didn't speak. “Well then… I suppose you don’t mind me proving that theory… knife please!” “Wait, what?!” Sans handed you a sharpened paring knife. “W-wait!! Wait, I do have implants!” She cried out hurriedly in horror. “I know!” You pressed the knife to the underside of her right breast. “PLEASE! I BEG YOU PLEASE DON’T-AHHHHHH!!!” You pierced the skin and made a sloppy horizontal cut across. Blood began to flow like spilled crimson paint. You pinched her nipple and pulled the breast up. The bitch shrieked as she saw stars flash in front of her eyes. “Ooh, what’s this?” You asked yourself. The prisoner wasn’t listening as her chest felt like it was set on fire, like her fingertips. “I can’t grab it, hold on.” You sliced up the right side of her breast and folded the bloody flap of skin over like it was the cover of a book. “Well, look at this…” Your voice was garbled as her vision began to swim and blacken. She just witnessed you grab something and pull it out of her as she gave a gurgled breath, passing out from the torment. She suddenly woke up when a searing pain gripped her chest in its unforgiving jaws, she gasped but it proved to be an awful mistake as she felt like tiny razors digging into her chest, causing the stars to dance before her eyes once again. “Oh, you finally woke up.” Her gaze focused enough on you as you were holding what looked like a blob of jelly in your hand. Your prisoner was then struck horrified at realizing that- “I knew you had implants all along, and they are quite big too.” You picked up the mirror and gave her a clear view of her chest. Her eyes widened and her pupils shrunk to the size of pin dots as the image was presented before her. Her chest was an assortment of colors, purple and red and black and green and yellow. What was left of her breasts was stitched crudely back into place with cotton thread. She attempted to squirm but was seized with intense pain, forcing her to remain still. She stifled her sobs, willing herself not to cry.  “I’m no plastic surgeon, so I can’t fix your breasts.” You pouted. But don’t worry, I used hydrogen peroxide to clean you up! Now I’m going to wrap you up with gauze, can’t have you dying of infection, not when we are just getting started.” As you said that, you laid sterile gauze onto her wounds and secured it in place with surgical tape. “Alright, Pap, that’s enough healing.” She slowly turned her head to see the skeletons on the left side. Pap’s eye was glowing orange for a moment, but when you gave the orders, the glow faded. “You should thank him, while you were passed out, Papyrus noticed your HP was low, so out of the kindness of his soul, he healed you. Good thing he did, you would have died! Now you get to be with us longer!” Her face contorted with grief. "How long do you plan to keep me alive?" She moaned weakly. "As long as possible, so get cozy." You replied. You pressed another piece of gauze onto her chest. Your vengeance was not gone, not by a long shot. You would be back tomorrow with a new torture method, and the next day, and the next until she is nothing but a crippled, empty shell of her former, ugly glory. "You two can take everything upstairs and clean up. I'll be right behind you!" You said. Sans and Slim nodded and left as you finished up. As you stuck the last piece of surgical tape onto her, you observed her eyes. They no longer held a confident, mischievous shine... they were nullified. "You brought this upon yourself, you understand that right?" You spoke. She trembled, choked groans slipped from her throat as she held your gaze. "You could have been nice, and we could have been friends. I gave you months to apologize, to wipe the slate clean and to start over; but you pushed me to far this time. Even though I'm the one who inflicted your wounds, you're still the one in the wrong." "I-I-I'mmm...so... s-sor-r-ry." "No, you're not." You replied. "If I simply yelled at you, would you have said that you were sorry? No. You would have laughed in my face and fired me. Your apology to me now is nothing but wasted oxygen." You turned away and ambled to the stairs. "Get some rest, we'll be back tomorrow." You shot her an evil smile, and she finally broke into painful sobs. You ascended the stairs and opened the door. Stepping back out into the living room, you took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. The last rays of the evening sun poured through the windows, giving off a peaceful vibe as if the sun was completely unaware of the horror that happened in the dark. Sans and Slim were cleaning the last of the tools over by the kitchen sink. A feeling of exhilaration flared within you! This was exactly what you needed. The root of your recent grief was now at your mercy!  It felt wonderful! It made you feel powerful, confident, and... “That was an excellent session,” Sans said to his brother before noticing you. "Hello my dear, how are you?" He asked without turning to face you. “I'm fine. Hey, boys, how’s your energy?” Both skeletons dried their hands. “We’re fine, why?” Both of them turned to face you. They saw a look on your face, a look that they haven't seen for months. “Please fuck me.” You sighed blissfully. Lightly panting, a sheet of sweat coated your body, trembling, feeling sated and delightfully sore. Your honeypot throbbed as you felt their magic dribble out of you. Slim spooned you from behind, while Sans laid in front of you, stroking your warm cheeks. “That was amazing." You purred. Slim held you tighter and kissed the back of your neck. "When was the last time we made love?” You asked. “Weeks ago, when that wretched slut's abuse towards you began occurring more frequently.” Slim mumbled as he proceeded with rubbing small circles on your stomach. You picked up your head a little. "Was it really that long? I’m sorry.” “Don't be sorry, you got all the time in the world to make it up to us.” Sans chuckled. You laughed and gave Sans a kiss. “I don’t need to ask but to ease my nerves, is she tied down enough?” You questioned. “Don’t fret, Milady. I took great precaution when tying her, she isn't going anywhere." Slim hummed. “Who will feed her tomorrow?” You asked. “I’ll take care of it. It won't be hard, if she refuses to eat, I'll tell her that I'll rip all her teeth out." Sans explained. You chuckled and gave Sans another smooch; then you turned your head to smooch Slim as well. “You both are too good for me; how did I ever get so lucky?” You cooed. Sans ran his finger over your choker and sighed peacefully. "I often wonder the same thing." He admitted softly. "As do I." Slim crooned. Sans slowly sat up. "I'm going to take a shower, would you two care to join me?" You sat up as well, along with Slim. "Yes please!" You chimed. Sans got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. Slim stood up and gently scooped you up like he did on your honeymoon night. You curled your arms behind his neck and nuzzled him as he strolled to the bathroom with you in tote. You sighed happily and thought to yourself. "One year ago... I made the best decision of my life."