#bring that fucker back to eye level 👀

[thesevenwondersofawitch]

The Brothers Sun e6

Charles going nuts with sunscreen after he found a weird mole is relatable af😂

NO BRUCE DON'T INVITE GRACE SHE'S SKETCHY

The fact Bruce won the shooting game is great 3

Annnnnd Alexis is having them watched

Love the karaoke😂

FUCK YOU BIG SUN

It was absolutely gut wrenching to watch as Mama Sun learned of her sisters death🥺😭

Oh, I think Mama Sun is about to rain hellfire on these assholes, maybe even her husband because he had ONE JOB

Damn, Charles was 14 when it happened?🥺

The way the mom was staring at him makes me think it was a planned kill by the parents, judging by how the mom looks strained when the dad tells Charles to protect the family

Oh, so that's why they call him Chairleg Sun

The way the mom smiled at first at him, but had tears in her eyes and then tried to hug him, taking him away from the body🥺

I get that it was better to save one son, but maybe if the mother had stayed, she could've saved both her sons🥺

The way Bruce startles when Charles asks how he is😂

The way Bruce is asking Charles to use his words first to try and get TK back😂

I fully expect Grace to be apart or maybe even the head of The Boxers, it would also track because of how her parents were trafficked (maybe with the help of the Jade Dragons)

OH SHIT THE PEEPING GUARD BOYS ARE DEAD

Grace totally killed them

Especially with how she's trying to get Bruce to leave with her

My theory has been reinforced by the way she was looking at June

OH SHIT

The red bracelets!

I was right!! Heck yeah (also poor Bruce)

I bet one of the guys is the son that wrote to Alexis

The way the chair kept bouncing back at him😂

Damn👀 okay Grace's story is dark and shit and I get where she's coming from, but murder is still wrong

She wants to kill Charles🥺

Damn, she's pointing a gun at Bruce

DON'T BELIEVE HER PROMISES SHE'S A BACKSTABBER

Tense moment

Bruce: "Get me paper and a pen."

Grace, pointing to the paper and pen right in front of him: "It's right there."

I'm crying the way he called her, inviting her over and she lied to him🥺 my poor guy just wants to cook and have someone to love🥺

Oh wow, poor TK👀

Charles didn't use words first and you know what? I don't plan him

Me: *watching Charles beat up a bunch of people* GO GET EM SWEETIE

There's a second level 😂

Wow, he's a good golfer 😁

The way he's choosing the golf club to kill the guy😂

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww my boy, he's picturing the first man he killed 🥺😭

I'm crying with you Charles😭

TK as Charles helps him walk: "You're an asshole, Charles."

Charles: "I know." We Stan a self aware king

I had a totally normal reaction to seeing Michelle sitting all pretty as a man sung to her

I'm getting the vibe these two loved each other but we're kept apart because of work 👀 and you know what? I hope she either divorces or kills his (Big Sun's) ass. She had one request! That he contact her if something ever happened to her family.

FUCK YEAH! Poison THAT MOTHER FUCKER

Hell yeah, you tell him Queen, you take that assholes empire And rule like the Queen you are!

Oh, did she bring him out of his coma? I thought she killed him but him shaking his fist at her retreating form has changed things.

[ihatebnha]

"power hungry bakugo hero elite who abuses his power" 👀👀👀👀

STOPPP i'm embarrassed i used the word "power" in a sentence TWICE!!! but...

(warning: mostly abt bakugo and less abt you, abuse of power, dub con but it's mostly intimidation)

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What was I was thinking was like... in a world where Deku doesn't get into UA, who is there to humble Bakugo? Who is there to redirect his anger, challenge him, forgive him?

In the ways that Deku (and only Deku) helps him come to terms with those parts of him, as well as the severe inferiority complex and perfectionism he harbors... what happens when that growth is taken away, and what kind of man are you left with?

Let's just say I don't think Bakugo gets any kinder. Or any more self aware. Or any less... arrogant. In fact, without a Deku, those part of him just grow and grow and grow until you're left with some kind of... tyrant.

He easily graduates at the top of his class and shoots up the hero charts. Opens his own agency quick, fills it with sidekicks even quicker. In the way that heroes do, he schmoozes with the commission, politicians, anyone who can make him rank higher, give him unquestionable status.

And in the meantime, he fights villains. And he fights villains. And he fights villains... competing with an equally callous Todoroki to eradicate any source of injustice... but also heavily enforce the status quo.

Obviously... he's successful. To the point where there's hardly any crime or quirk abuse left. But of course... then he just starts going for the low level fruit, the things that cops are meant to handle: people stealing to survive, vandals, minor infractions.

And when lawsuit after lawsuit rains down upon him... nothing ever ends up happening, because the government loves him so.

He wants more.

I think maybe... you're a paper pusher at the agency. Cute little secretary who draws up files or hands out medical supplies. You didn't really want to take the job, but now that the city is divided between heroes and everyone else... it is the safest place to be.

Bakugo, Dynamight, is the kind of boss who you see but never speak to. He's always busy in his own quarters, or out about on the strip doing... what he does. He passes by you occasionally, glances at you, and then carries on. Things are fine, work is fine.

Then your station is moved, your services are requested elsewhere. From a slightly lowly desk job to... working on the top floor?

(You stare at the email. It's titled "URGENT TRANSFER.")

Turns out, however... things aren't much different... just that your desk is now crammed into the tiny hallway to the side of Dynamight's office. One-way mirrored walls, his way.

I could waste more time talking about it. I won't.

Just that suddenly, instead of first aid and auto-correct, you're being asked to bring coffee to his office. Suddenly, your uniform requirements go from slacks and nice sneakers to short skirts and shiny shoes. Suddenly... you are being told to sit on his lap.

You could say no. You really could. He's a hero, and heroes, no matter how corrupt, are heroes; with enough self-assured goodness in them not to take from and violently abuse those they deem innocent.

Still, you can never bring yourself to utter the words, to turn away from the prowess behind each request, the glint in his eye, the warning.

("There's a lot of bad fuckers out there, you know," he says. His voice is raspy, and his eyes are dark. He sits, lounges, on his office chair like a lazy, jungle panther, his thighs spread, his head tilted back. "Be something good for me, will you, baby doll?")

And when he asks for you to kiss him, it's hard not to pretend that his mouth doesn't taste like blood.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

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- a very thirsty azog fucker 😳

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Open Your Eyes

Warnings: enslavement, collaring, noncon, forced orgasm, orc black speech, knife play, little bit of blood, humiliation, Azog the Defiler

You are exhausted, so deeply that your bones ache and you've forced a top of his warg to keep up with the pack. The Defiler won't let another carry you. You are his to defile, alone his scent shall cling to your broken body and only his hand shall do the breaking.

It's not pity for you when they finally stop. They have closed in on their prey after a week of tracking them through the forest. You recognise this place, but perhaps your eyes are playing tricks on you. They wouldn't venture so close to your people's home. Surely not because, they would attack this pack of orcs and then you would be rescued.

You could finally rest.

Azog dismounts his beast and you fall off, your body crumbling beneath you in the dirt. The rich soil and damp leaves smell of home, of summer spent training with rangers and foraging for mushrooms with your friend. Your mind must truly be broken because there is no way you are here. And yet when your body refuses to move, you drift off to sleep. The pack leaves you exposed to the elements while they settle into camp, and you dream for the first time in a long time about home.

You are yanked from sleep. It's disorienting, you would never be ripped from your bed like this at home. But the hand, the collar cutting into flesh around your throat bring reality crashing back to you. You aren't home. Azog drags you up to your hands and knees, forcing you to stay in that position.

It's exposed, shameful and open for all the pack to see, but it's not new. This abuse wasn't something you expected of the orc. It's terrifying on another level, it's terrifying because you like it, how much your body reacts to the way he grips your collar to keep you still while he slams his cock into your pliant body.

Azog is brutal. The weapon pierced through his arm is set right against your underarm. Every thrust into your body has it scraping against your skin and it makes you mewl a pathetic weak sound. He growls and grunts and snarls.

"Mas snaga."

He cuts off your air with another yank on your collar. Your eyes flutter shut and you moan. Suddenly, he changes position, pulls you up against his chest and the new angle of his cock buried inside you makes stars burst behind your eyes. You moan, even as the shame twists in your belly. Your muscles are drawn in tight and you feel an altogether different ache.

The metal of his blade teases your skin, nicks the soft flesh of your stomach, but it only increases the pleasure. You refuse to open your eyes. You can't. Not when you are close to finding pleasure in your hellish existence. Azog growls are muffled against your ear, where his teeth threaten to rip it off with how hard his bite is.

His flesh hand moves to your nipple. Your heaving chest practical begs for his attention. He pinches the peak and your vision goes white. Pleasure crashes over your body so quickly you choke on your scream. He grunts one final time, plunging his cock into you so deep you feel it in your throat.

"Hontum ugil lat, snaga."

He lifts your head up to sunlight streaming through the tree tops and you're flooded with a warmth you've missed for months. But it all comes crashing when your eyes are forced open by a shake of your head.

Rangers.

Rangers dressed in your people's color and the sigil of the king's men across their chest. You're home and your people are so close. You raise a shaking, desperate hand out to them, the words all jumbled up on your tongue as you try to beg for their help, but they retreat. With their weapons still drawn they run deeper into the forest away from you and closer to your home. They abandon you to the orcs, to the Defiler.

"Nyzzuv ånr rupgruüz, nyzärrz ruzghür udaz öthgødr, nyzärrz ruzdhråmzub udaz öthgødr. Brüüz bärg borzothotḧguür."

You are nothing, your fear is mine, your flesh is mine. For all eternity.