#i'm mostly ok but that last bit makes me so fucking feral

[thatsmylog]

was only going to have a little amuse-bouche of speirs being all What at dealing with people peopling but speirs gifs are v moreish

anyway here's two more i don't make the rules

[just-null-cult]

your yan!noritoshi is so wisnwonwpwjw RAAAHHHH going absolutely feral ... i want him . ive had so many thoughts abt him as like a yandere n then i saw your art n absolutely lost it /pos

IM ALL EARS, BABY!!!!!!!!!!!

GOD FUCK OKAY, HOLD ON, I ALSO HAVE SOME RAMBLES AND THOUGHTS ABOUT YANDERE NORITOSHI BUT IM GOING TO PUT THEM UNDER THE CUT.

I AM IN NO WAY RESPONSIBLE FOR UNLEASHING MY TJOUGHTS OFFICER. IT WAS MY GLORIOUS CULT MEMBER RIGHT HERE.

MERRY OCTOBER YALL

[disclaimer: im not a writer, but I want to get better. think of this as my practice. it ended up being so fucking long, but i swear it's just rambles, not a fic]

[warning for blood under the cut? keep that in mind for future posts]

OKAY LETS GO.

Bro ok so. if I'm not too delusional (yet) and don’t see him as a yandere, then this guy (Noritoshi) is still a strict fuck. he'd put you on the same level of importance as his clan if not a bit higher. but only by a bit. Your relationship would gradually bloom into something meaningful to him that he’d cherish you wholeheartedly. Only then would you grow in importance to Noritoshi significantly. He'd keep his resolve and all those healthy green flags. Because honestly? Noritoshi is just a green flag, he's so sweet..

But let's twist that into a yandere setting. I don't even need to twist too much, Noritoshi as a yandere is way too fitting.

Noritoshi was abandoned by his mother as a child, thereby fueling his lifelong goals to do as she said and bring her back. He didn't even think on his own accord, nor did he try to find a different way, or even follow her! He accepted his fate and made it his mission to accomplish the goal he was given. Despite the intense pressure of his worth being determined by an ability he was born with and the high expectations from the Kamo clan, he perseveres. That is until [spoilers] Noritoshi is exiled by his clan because of some Kenajku shit. All his hard work and future goals were ripped away from him without a second thought in an instant. Noritoshi was always the second thought time and time again, and now left as a man with nothing but the failure of his desired future.

That wasn't even the yandere part, that was all canon, what the fuck.

Yandere Noritoshi is the type to cling to scraps... He reminds me of an obsessive and protective yandere. obsessive about you because you become his everything.. his goal, his will to keep going, the light at the end of the tunnel. he wants all of you, from the best parts of you to your worst. He's also protective, because he cant handle losing yet another person so important to him. He'd rather tear himself apart than lose you.

He also seems mostly self-aware but can overthink to the point of delusion. For example, you pat him on the back and tell him he did a great job on something. He knows it's nothing to dwell on, but why does he feel like there's more to your words? Should he read in between the lines? but there's only one line! From then on, his mind would reel until he landed on a favorable conclusion. You meant that he was the only one who did great. The others paled in comparison in your eyes therefore you must favor Noritoshi in some way.. right?

Since Noritoshi was pretty deprived of any emotional support, you won't even have to try too hard to get his heart thumping. If you were to give him even just a bit more attention and care than the average person, like making sure he's eating alright or remarking that he's paler than usual after restocking his blood bags, he's hooked. He's self-aware enough to realize his blooming fondness for you is one-sided, so he simply admires you. that is, at the start. Note that Noritoshi is still new to these feelings so he's.. awkward. It's really cute.

Though these moments were cute to you, they slowly became horribly blissful to Noritoshi. Poor you, completely unaware of how you're slowly corrupting him in, what he thinks, is the best way possible just by giving him your attention. He thinks you're the last and only person still believing in him, so much so that everything and everyone else slowly becomes minuscule in the grand seam of things. He feels happy around you, like he matters, like he has someone to trust, like he has someone who won't abandon him. Because of this, he sees you as a new goal. A new hope. Failing you is not an option. Disappointing you is not an option. Hell, even a frown from you is unacceptable in his eyes.

Noritoshi tries to cling to you at this point in his own way... He enjoys it when you speak to him, or even sit next to him, so much so that he seeks you out when you're not there. You'd feel eyes boring holes into the back of your head, a sense of being followed, sometimes seeing your shadow accompanied by another, every time you turn around to be surprised by a familiar face. His footsteps are so quiet that you barely notice Noritoshi walking around.

Unfortunately, due to Noritoshi’s inexperience, the only way he knows how to impress people is by being “perfect” a.k.a. his strict, pain in the ass, annoying heir shtick. He would be the type to get on your case, scold, coddle, nitpick, correct you, and practically look like he's trying to bully you when in reality he's trying to hear praise from you for "helping" you. He’s waiting for you to see the affection and adoration behind his nagging, is he not being obvious enough? oh well, at least your eyes are on him for now. When most people in Noritoshi's life have either put him second or flat-out abandoned him, he's satisfied with anything he can get from you. Though he'd prefer praise, the thought of your attention being given to another even for a second makes his stomach feel like it's tying in knots, so he settles for your annoyed tuts and glares.

Of course, after a while, you'd get tired of this and tell him to knock it off. Or some variation of what a decent human being would do like, “Do whatever you want, but don't meddle in people's business.”

You KNOW he's going to be picking that apart in the middle of the night while looking up at the ceiling. What did you mean by that? Do you mean ANYTHING he wants? As long as he doesn’t bother anyone? Were you talking about yourself and everyone in general? Were you talking about someone specific? Did you leave it up for him to decide? Thoughts and questions circle in his head until he twists your words enough into something that he favors again. Ah, you allow him to do whatever he wants so long as he doesn't get in your way. But he wants to be alongside you... Did you mean in your way to the point of annoyance? Noted. From then on, Noritoshi's strictness softened into light nagging and bearable hovering. He'd knock it off completely through gritted teeth and furrowed brows if you threatened him with the silent treatment. He'll slowly start it up again until you begin ignoring him, only then will he get the hint and relax a bit. only until next time, of course.

The intensity of Noritoshi's coddling can fluctuate depending on your actions. (recklessness, obedience, shyness, etc.) it's his love language.

It's a completely different story if someone else decides to nag you as Noritoshi does... If someone scolds you, Noritoshi's on the offense. He's known for his occasional bluntness and sassy remarks, but this time... He's contradicting himself all in an attempt to get the other person to back away. If the one scolding you brings up points Noritoshi used in the past, he firmly denies them all and stands by your side. He'd rather sound hypocritical than let someone else care for you the way he does. Noritoshi stands in front of you, almost guarding you with his body and begins his barrage of deflective comments through his clenched jaw such as “That's not your place to say” “Shut it, they did no wrong.” “You don't know the reason why they did so, leave them alone.” and other things similar to that. Jeez, take your advice Noritoshi.. He’d argue and become antagonistic towards someone scolding you, even if it's exactly what he was about to do.

The same goes for someone who tries to be gentle with you to a lesser degree. It's nice that people see how wonderful you are, but having your smiles and kind words directed at anyone else other than Noritoshi is... Upsetting. The resentment gradually pools in the pit of his stomach and suddenly finds himself impulsively moving towards you and this "friend." He stands in between you and the kind person, trying his best to conceal his sneers. He wants nothing more than to have the third party get swallowed up by the ground or hit by a car, but he keeps his composure. Noritoshi sternly states how he’ll handle everything from then on and gives the third party a glare that's much more hateful than usual… Finally! Noritoshi has you to himself again! All is right in the world once more...

Noritoshi has always been on a very tight rope... Any wrong step and it’s going to snap. The more Noritoshi gets attached to you, the easier it is to convince himself that it's okay to cross certain lines to make sure you're safe with him. Even if that line he’s crossing, includes murder. It'd happen quicker if he caught feelings after the whole incident with the Kamo clan. You'd be the only thing he has left, the only thing he'd cling onto with every fiber of his being, emotionally and sometimes physically.

And like every fairy tale, a problem unconventionally shows itself much to Noritoshi's dismay... Noritoshi is shown to be prideful at times. Because of this, he'd try to conceal his more embarrassing emotions and reactions towards you. He wants to be seen as someone strong you can rely on, a steady pillar to your stability, someone who will do anything you wish at the drop of a hat, but it’s almost impossible to execute when he feels like he's nothing but putty in your hands at the slightest sign of positive reciprocation.

If Noritoshi felt his face heating up because your laugh caught him off guard, he'd turn his head to hide how that simple action made him nearly melt into mush. If your hand brushed against his, he'd quickly swipe it away. Not because he doesn't want to touch you, but because you'd feel how shaky and sweaty his palms got with just a graze. Noritoshi's gaze always lingers on his bow if you ever touch it causing his aim to decline in accuracy significantly.

He mentally curses himself out every time he pulls away from you because he knows he's sending mixed signals. Noritoshi loves you endlessly, but please spare his fragile heart. Your presence overwhelms him like no other, and he's utterly conflicted on how to act. He can handle being by your side like he wants, but the second your 100% focus is on him and only him, he’ll start to squirm under your gaze. Noritoshi wants to impress you! Stop being so mesmerizing for just a second so he can gather his thoughts and not embarrass himself! A-ah, but don't look away!!!

Tl;dr Noritoshi as a yandere is needy and petty as hell, but will explode if he gets an ounce of affection! He’s also! A creepy hopeless romantic who sends you mixed signals!

[moodymisty]

Is it just me or would tech be SOOSOS into using toys for getting himself off? Like he’d be doing experiments and research all of THAT just to get super lost into them…

OK SO

I'm aboutta go feral on all of you lmao this is like a top tier headcanon and it just makes me LSDJFLSDJLJDS*dialupinternetnoise*

This was originally going to be bulletpoint headcanons, but it spiraled out of control quickly

Now I touched on this a smidge in my Kink HCs but I am totally all for this. I cannot for the life of me find who wrote it, but I remember reading a fic where Tech makes toys for himself and you and sends a video of him using his. I'm all for the 'Tech is a little sex freak' club

…Anyways, here's a little juice

Relationships: Tech/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Sex toys(fleshlight), Phone/holocom sex, mutual masturbation, brief mentions of squirting, Solo naughtiness in the Marauder's cockpit

When Tech had first presented a few of his ideas, you hadn’t really expected it to get this, intense. But then again one thing you’ve learned about Tech is that research is research, and that he’s surfed parts of the Holonet even you haven’t.

He’s a kinky bastard; If you needed to explain it without all the flowery language.

There hasn’t been a thing he’s been against trying yet, nor does he ever stick into a default routine. And when he’s in the technical mood, he tends to get creative.

You've had a toy before sure, gotten used a few times but mostly just stays tucked away. After Tech? That drawer was full, each one an experiment to try and make you tick.

It was quite the surprise however to figure out he has more than a few of his own, as he’s trying to pick your brain and his own.

It's not quite surprising after you think about it for awhile however; Given he is cooped up in a ship for cycles at a time with basically no privacy, and a good bit of hormones. It makes you feel just a little bad abut the suggestive messages you've sent him before, when he was lightyears away and really couldn't do anything about it.

Relaxing after a relatively uneventful day the sudden ring of your Holcomm can’t be anyone else, so you quickly roll over in your bed to grab it from the nightstand and answer it.

“Tech!” He’s secretly delighted at the way you sound so happy just to hear from him, leaning back in the pilot’s seat.

“How are you today? I made sure to call during the evening so I didn’t wake you from sleep on accident.” 'How sweet of him' you think, laying back into your comfortable position reclined in bed.

“I should be asking how things are for you; You’re the one heading to a war zone.” Tech points a finger up into the air, even though he knows you can’t see him.

“Leaving, actually.” That sends a massive amount of relief through your body, knowing he’s safe for the time being.

“Well I should be congratulating you then, have a party planned?” Tech could only wish each mission got a congratulations afterwards. The way you laugh at your own joke is adorable; He compares it to the sound of music.

“No parties are needed. Though I am sure no one would complain about you cooking again, if you wish to do so.” That gets and audible reaction, and you’re leaning up in your bed as you think. The last time you cooked for them, which was one of the first times you’d cooked for anyone you’d thought it had went horribly, but apparently not; If Tech was asking for an encore.

“I saw this new recipe I wanted to try recently, so maybe I’ll try it on you guys. It looked sooooo good, my mouth was watering.” You let you an ‘mmmm’ moan after, clearly thinking about the food you had in mind.

Tech is thinking as well, like always; However his train of thought has now suddenly changed tracks.

That moan sounded so sweet and cute, like the ones he loves to pull from you. You do it sometimes while he’s fucking you, but he gets the sweetest, most desperate ones when he’s eating you out; Sucking on your clit while you writhe and plead to him.

The last time he’d been using one of his inventions on you, adding to the overstimulation that had you crying and squirting on his brand new toy, while nearly passing out.

Maker he wanted to see that again, but he has a few standard days to wait until they’re landed.

His cock however doesn’t seem to have nearly the same patience, as he feels himself stir against his thigh.

“I am sure Wrecker would be more than interested in trying whatever you make. Try and keep things low on spices for Hunter’s portion however, please.” The strong scent of spices often make Hunter at worst grow terrible headaches, and at best send him into a sneezing fit.

“Noted. I’ll do my best, don’t you worry.” Getting up from the pilots seat Tech leaves for a split second, rushing to grab something from his bunk. He can still hear you, just taking a moment to lift up the thin mattress and snag something.

It’s hidden in a safe compartment underneath the mattress of his bunk. He’s the only one who knows it’s there; As he made it to hide various things that he didn’t want anyone breaking. As well as whatever he doesn’t want anyone to see.

It mostly housed a few of his more, illicit inventions, as there was no better place to hide the toys you’ve made custom for you and your lover in a ship as small as the Marauder. There was one or two from before you’d met him as well; As Tech was just as full of testosterone as the rest of the clones, and needed release at times.

He remembers first making them; Delving the holonet for ideas, and tweaking based on the ‘feedback’ after each use. They worked, but not that he had a taste of your warm, tight pussy, he didn’t want anything else.

He manages to get one of them out and take it back to the cockpit without any of his brothers noticing, all dead asleep after the mission. He locks the cockpit door and sits back down in the chair, sitting his comm device on the edge of the control panel close by. You hadn’t noticed he was gone, just assuming he was fiddling with setting on the ship for a moment.

“How’s everyone else doing? All come out ok?” As he’s removing some of his armor he glances at the comm device, feeling the way his cock strains against his body glove.

“Oh, they’re all well. None of us were seriously hurt. But I am not aware of the state of any regs that were working in tandem.” He’s half hard, and it doesn’t take long after he wraps his gloved hand around his cock and gives it a few tender strokes that he’s fully erect, precum leaking from his tip. His face feels hot, spreading his thighs more to give himself room as he leans against the back of the seat.

“Good. I don’t know what I’d do if one of you guys got hurt.” You don’t know his brothers too well yet; You chat with them sometimes, play one of those games on the holonet with Wrecker, but he likes that you care anyways. He hums in response to you, but has to try hard to keep it from sounding suspicious.

This’ll only take a minute, he just needs that release that’s suddenly overtaking him.

Tech’s little ‘invention’ is self lubricating, so he doesn’t need to worry at all; Focusing on keeping his voice silent as he feels the tight, artificial pussy wrap around his cock. He has to keep his sentences short now, as too long and you might catch on to the way his voice is shaking, or the soft wet sounds of him jerking himself off.

“We will be fine. We have a 100% success rate.” You give an unconvinced hum, meanwhile Tech has to bite the inside of his cheek so hard it hurts, as his cock twitches inside his artificially made pussy.

It’s good; He designed it to be so. Warm and soft and tight around him, but it isn’t you. He can’t feel your hands, your breath on his skin, the way your nails scratch his shoulders or arms and hear how you moan his name when you’re close to cumming.

“But it might not be that way forever, and I know you guys can be reckless. I just, you can’t fault me for worryi-”

In the heat of the moment Tech let’s out a soft groan, before his body suddenly jerks in fear trying to stop it. You’d caught it, brow furrowing as you look at your comm. Lips slightly parted you think for a moment; No, you’d heard that right.

“Tech? Are you…?”

He freezes, cock still throbbing in the artificial wetness of his handmade toy. He can tell by the tone of your voice you knew what he was doing, and he’d failed to catch his moan fast enough. He thinks for a moment, trying to gather his wits to formulate some sort of apology.

“I, I am so sorry love I was just-“ You let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m only mad I can’t see you.” The notion surprises Tech, but he doesn't complain. If anything his hand continues using his own invention to fuck himself, trying to swallow the noise he makes as the artificial flesh wraps tightly around his cock.

You can only hear it ever so slightly, as the comm mic only picks it up less than half of the time. But now that you know, you can't help the way that your cunt throbs, forcing your thighs to twitch together in an attempt to lessen the feeling.

When that doesn't work you give in, a hand sliding down your body under the blanket to slip into your underwear, fingers quickly becoming soaked. You hadn't realized how wet you'd gotten until you, but Tech's voice had always done that to you.

"I share the same, sentiment." Tech feels almost out of breath, while you softly sigh as your fingers slip between your pussy lips.

“You have those photos I sent, at least.” He does, a few from when you’d felt a little confident enough to give him something for when he was alone in hyperspace.

“Have you used them?” Your fingers dive into the tight heat of your cunt and while it feels good, it’s nowhere near as deep as Tech’s long fingers can do. Or tongue, as he's proven to you time after time. He was clumsy for course, but he's also a quick learner.

Tech knows the answer; He absolutely has, when he manages to get a moment alone. They’re nowhere near the real thing but it’s enough that he can zone out and fantasize, while he makes use of a rare moment when there isn't something that immediately needs doing.

“Yes, I have.” You wish he’d send some of himself, one day.

Hand below the sheets you slowly rub your clit, listening to him on the other side of the comm. You’re sure he can hear you to, since you have no need to be as muffled as him. He's attempting to be quiet however, as the last thing he wants to do is wake anyone. So he swallows a shaky moan, brow furrowing at the way his cock twitches. He's so close, just a tiny bit more.

His hand shakes and looses the rhythm he had, almost frantically trying to chase that peak. He needs it, needs that chemical rush and warm feeling.

"Make sure to save some for me, ok? Because I want you to fuck me senseless the moment you land."

Your sentence and the way your tone, despite sounding erotic distinctly shakes from your own pleasure, alights his brain in so many thoughts as the hand holding his own invention stills. He spills cum into it, breath shaking as he sighs feeling the incredible release of so much tension.

The sound of it and knowing sends a jolt down your spine, but you wish for nothing more for him to be doing that inside of you.

It makes your fingers pull from inside of you and go back to your clit teasing and chasing that feeling, hearing Tech mumble to himself. You can't quite hear what he's saying, though it's in part to you not paying full attention and the heartbeat in your ears.

The way your stomach tightens even more has your toes curling, before it all releases and your cunt tightens around nothing. Tech feels his body stir at the sound of you cumming, but manages to avoid anymore illicit thoughts. He wants to save them for when he’s with you, listening to the sound of your soft panting. He doesn't want to hear anymore of this over a shoddy comm, he wants to be there.

Pulling your hand out of your underwear you adjust your hips slightly, feeling that- well you are temporarily satisfied, that desire isn’t truly quenched. Your heart has settled back comfortably behind your ribs instead of pounding against your collarbone when you speak up.

“I miss you.” You say. Tech is listening to hear if any one besides him on the ship is awake, and is relieved to hear no movement at all. It helps, that Wrecker is both a dead sleeper, and a loud one.

“I do as well. I also have a new project I wish to try on you, when we are planetside.” You let out an embarrassed groan, remembering what had happened the last time he said that.

“Tech, the last time I squirted all over you it was a mess and-" You clap your mouth shut when Tech suddenly interrupts you.

“Yes, and I wish to make it happen again.” Your legs rub together under your blankets.

“With the sciences it is proper to test your theory multiple times; Which I plan to do.”

[ihatebnha]

🦊hello! It's been while, so sorry! Life been busy. Hope everything is going well for you!

At anyrate. I just read your annoying Dilf Bakugou headcanons. And last night I read your pierced dick Bakugou posts. And idk, I might be crazy, or my weird adhd brain is at it again but hear me out.

Dilf kiri who, despite everything going for him and him not being THAT much older than you (I'm picturing like 12-15yrs. Roughly) is still a little insecure about dating and landing you! Like dating never was the easiest thing for him, probably cause the man is basically a golden retriever with shark teeth and so maybe he had a couple bad experiences with people who took advantage of him and his pro hero fame etc.

But things are going good with you, even Bakugou approves of you which is always a good sign when you can win the gremlin over! So anyway. One night he's out with you and your friends. Once again, a little bit of insecurity pops up. Just a little. Mostly cause he wonders why you aren't dating any of these guys your own age, even though you've assured him you are very very happy with him.

One way or another you and your friends and kiri end up at a piercing shop and in a small bout of alcohol fueled insecurity kiri gets his dick pierced. He wants to be fun and spontaneous with you and your friends (note, you probably walk away from this excursion with the same amount of holes and ink or lack thereof as you went into it with) so anyhow!

A few days later and poor man is horny! He loves his sexy girlfriend and he can't fuck you and getting hard hurts and it just is kinda shitty. You finally press him for why he got it in the first place and when he tells you you assure him he is fine just the way he is and doesn't need to do the stupid shit your friend do! There is a good chance that is part of the reason you do not wanna date any of them!

But you tell him he can just take it out and let it heal closed if it's so bad. But man are you happy when he decides to tough it out and keep it.

God I hope this sounds ok. I don't wanna make kiri sound like a huge bundle of insecurity but since he does have those past experiences and he'd be significantly older and stuff it seems ok. But like feel free to ignore! And don't feel like ya gotta write a bunch or anything. Just wanna share the thrist.

Mmmm Foxie, this scenario is so sweet🥺🥺🥺... 

It’s also making me imagine like, dilf!Kiri who still has all his insecurities being with you, except that in this case, he actually used to be a kind of a partier... so when you end up at the piercing shop, he’s just like... “Yeah, I’ll get a piercing...” and doesn’t even flinch when thinking about OR getting it. 

And when you get home and ask him about it, he’s definitely confessing he just did it not to seem like an old man, but at the same time, I can also see him pulling out a picture from his early Pro Hero (maybe with the Bakusquad 👀) days of him with nipple piercings LMAO... 

But omg you’re right, he definitely regrets it a couple days in when it really hits him that keeping it means you can’t fuck (and when he complains to Bakugo, he has to laugh at him, having already been through it himself).

ON ANOTHER NOTE THO, this whole thing is making me kind of feral because now I’m thinking about dilf!Kiri being this big and strong and tough hero... who isn’t exactly insecure about himself, but definitely questions your relationship sometimes... so you really have to show him off and boss him around sometimes to get him back to his usual self. 

Like whenever you go on double or triple dates with your friends, this means waving around his credit card and making him pay for everyone, or sitting on his lap very casually while you talk, arms around his neck... even making him pick you up from or drop you off at hangouts in his shiny red sportscar... 

(He’s all shy when he waves to you, too.) 

I don’t know, though... I just want to show him off until all my friends are jealous... and Kiri knows he’s worth it. BLEHHH. 

Anyway, ily @katsukis-foxie6!!!

[faepunkprince]

*Gets out the popcorn*

Tell us about Valentine's revenge streak, what'd he do to the people who hurt him? As many gory details as you want 🙂

Oop ok so I dunno how much detail I'm gonna put in but im stickin this under a readmore

This got long and is dark, this is your warning. Heavy topics ahead.

Now, recovery for him took quite a while, but the hatred and rage he felt at what they put him through stayed so fresh. He almost considered not going back for revenge, but something in him had snapped going through all of that. They'd taken any bit of innocence he'd had left, had left him broken and mostly dead and the repeated, constant abuse was enough to fully break something inside.

He tracks down some of the ones loosely connected at first. Those ones are quick, but the feeling of their blood on his hands is exhilarating, it makes him crave more. He's not an experienced killer yet but by the time he'll make it to the ones higher up he will be. Valentine's goddamn near feral, tracking them down one by one and getting increasingly more twisted in how he kills them.

Getting to the more memorable ones, he starts taking his time with them. Catches them off guard, keeps them in filthy conditions, locked up tight. He hadn't bothered replacing his eye yet, hadn't had the money, but that's fine, he uses that to his advantage.

Gets in the first ones face, an off-kilter grin on his lips, and the terror that inspires fuels such a lovely reaction, his tone taunting he states " haven't even touched you and you're already screamin. Best save your breath, gonna be here a minute!"

Valentine only keeps him as long as it takes to get information on the ones in charge, truly in charge, and while he does still kill him, it's still fairly quick. He's on to the next, more and more frenzied the closer he gets, more and more vicious and brutal. Breaking bones, fueled by them screaming and begging for mercy. Every time one of them begs it sets him off, and where the Valentine yall know might just get it over with quick (if he needed to kill) dark au Valentine only gets more vicious when they beg, cuts into them harsher, kicks and punches or beating them with a weapon, unable to keep from asking them if they'd ever bothered to give him any mercy.

"Mercy?! Mercy?! Did you bother to give that chained up kid any mercy?! Did you think for a second while you beat me that it might bite you in the ass? For a fuckin instant did you feel sick when you heard me scream? You got off on hearing me beg and plead! But I get it now! Oh, don't you beg so fuckin pretty, go ahead, give me more!"

That one dies as he's in that rage and he's so pissed afterward he breaks his hand punching the wall, and quickly its on to the next. Valentine considers briefly going after everyone they'd sold his body to, but he's got no real way of figuring out everyone, so he let's that go. But, he's running out of men. It had only been three or four people directly in charge of keeping him there and hurting him, one man in particular called the shots. Going through contact info, he sends the man a grisly gift, a promise. A piece of his friend, an anonymously sent clip of his begging. He delights in the panic he gets in response.

Second to last man he lures in, but it's harder for him this time. He struggles, despite all the anger, this one fights back, pins him down and has him frantic, in his head. The man taunts and teases him, pins his arm behind him, wrenching it painfully, and the way he handles him had Valentine completely outside himself. He doesn't remember what happened or how after that, but he comes to with blood and flesh in his teeth, new marks on his own body, but absolutely covered in blood that isn't his. The corpse is in pieces, mangled, like a wild animal had gotten ahold of it. There's no way to identify who it was, and the sheer amount of gore and viscera gets to him, shakes him to his core.

He knew going after revenge like this is fucked up, he knew he was doing horrible things but he never thought he could do something like that. He almost goes home, shaken, but that night he has another horrible night terror about what they did to him and he knows he isn't their first victim.

For them, for the kids that didn't make it, he'll continue on. He settles right back into that terrifyingly comfortable headspace, that urge to hurt coming back at the thought of another person being forced to live through the things he went through those years. He's making the world safer. He's doing the right thing. He spends time agonizing all while still tracking him, spends time healing, spiraling deeper and deeper. He wants this. He wants to lash out.

He likes it.

Finally, the one responsible for luring him in- Duc Angevin, the only one he knew by name. By the time he gets to Angevin he's completely spiraled, fully within the grips of paranoia and rage with the misplaced belief that ridding the world of Duc Angevin would make everything better- would make him better, he takes Duc back to the scene of the crime, ignores the itching under his skin at the sight, ignores the stains still there on the concrete. The way his skin crawls, and he feels the familiar haze over him just at the sight, it makes him sick to his stomach, but this is all part of the ritual to make him better, he just has to tough it out a few days, thats all.

Duc naturally pleads for him not to do this, trips over himself trying to tell him it wasn't his idea, to which Valentine snaps and says he doesn't want to hear it.

It starts slow, this time its intimate, at one point Valentine's even sitting on Duc's lap in a mockery of how Duc had used him before, hands so gently on his face, thumb through the blood already there, a soft laugh bubbling up, right up until he digs his thumb into Angevin's eye, that laugh taking on a crazed edge. The way Duc screams thrills him- he remembers the pain, remembers how he'd screamed, and a scarily large part of him loves hearing it.

He keeps Duc alive for days, talks to him, makes him think he has a chance before he ultimately ends it, hesitating only a second before pulling the trigger. Yet instead of vindication he just feels.... empty.

A string of corpses and yet every shadow or loud sound still makes him jump. All these bodies and still he's sure every face on the street is someone who'd fucked himself while he was strung out. Taken advantage of him

Why didn't he feel better?

Valentine looks at Duc's corpse and wonders how many times he almost died. Why he's still alive now. Why was he saved? He flies into a rage again, mutilating the corpse as if it'll give him more answers. Faced with nothing, he nearly ends himself, but something in him resists.

He walks away further damaged than he was before and with much more blood on his hands, but he knows he doesn't have to check over his shoulder at every second. He returns to the city, deep in the grips of his drug and alcohol habit, and expects to die any day, his busy taken care of.

[orange-waterfalls]

Protect Me

Captain Magnum x gender neutral!reader

@obessionfanboy ty for the... request? Request! Ty for the request.

A/N: Me: *uses the exact same picture for two fics*. lol. It seemed to fit here as well and I was too lazy to go back and change the other one... uh this one's angsty, dude. Mostly angst. I had to add fluff at the end I'm SORRY. I had such a good time writing this, dude, I just... AHH. ok. ok I'm good. Rated T for torture, blood and gore(?).

Word Count: 3.2k

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Captain Magnum glared angrily towards the horizon as he clutched the wheel tightly. He'd never had a problem with other pirates before. But he never had anything to lose before. And then you came along.

You were his soft spot. His weakness. He knew people would take advantage of that, but he didn't think much of it.

And then they took you.

It all happened so fast. You were sitting next to him, singing a shanty he taught you while the others danced. He couldn't help but stare at your face. Your wonderful face… He found it hard to believe that you were his. Not like you belonged to him. You were your own person. But… you were his! It was too good to be true…

That part was right.

There was a sudden explosion from the left. You would've gone flying if Magnum hadn't caught you. He could barely see through the smoke, but he could make out a ship next to theirs. He led you to his cabin and put you inside.

"Stay here 'til I tell ye 'tis safe," he instructed softly. You grabbed his hand when he tried to walk away from you.

"What? No, I'm helping,"

"No, ye're not. Stay here."

"I'm useful!"

"I know ye be!"

"Then let me-"

"Y/N!" He grabbed your shoulders and looked you in the eyes. You stopped at his sudden authority. "I wants t' keep ye safe… please… I don't want t' lose ye." your eyes softened and you sighed.

"Ok. I'll stay here," you smiled. He kissed your forehead and closed the door. You figured, at least, you could hide a bit better. You found a large barrel in the back of the room. You thought that'd be as good a place as any.

Captain Magnum fought off opposing pirates on the deck with the rest of the crew. His size helped an awful lot. He was much larger and stronger than the other pirates. He batted them away like flies. His ex-first-mate ran up next to him.

"Captain, where be Y/N?" He asked over the gunshots and cannonfire. He had been salty over the fact that you'd been made first mate, but you soon got along. He started thinking of you as a little sibling, so he wanted you to be safe just as much as the captain did.

"Safe in me cabin, don't worry," Magnum answered. The ex…(look, imma just call him… John. His name is John now) John looked over at Magnum's cabin to make sure you were actually safe.

"Uh… Captain?" He called for his attention. Magnum looked at him. He was pointing towards the open door of his quarters.

"Oh, no, no, no, no," he mumbled under his breath as he ran over to the open door. He threw the stuff to and fro, not caring what he broke, trying to find you.

"Oh, God," John whispered. Magnum whipped around to him, finding him staring to the side. He ran over to see what he was looking at. There you were.

Tied up.

In the arms of the enemy.

Magnum couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it. He'd lost you. He'd failed you. He wanted to keep you safe… that's all he wanted to do.

"Um... I found... I found this attached t' th' wall..." John said and handed a letter to the Captain. He gently took it.

"If you want them back, you'll follow these directions…"

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You sat staring blankly at the ocean while the pirates drank and cheered all around you. You were tied to the mast in the center of the ship, unable to move your arms. You were sitting. The captain of the ship walked over to you.

"Oh, come on, now. Lighten up!" he shouted. "We be good scallywags... Right fellas?!" the entire crewed bellowed out a "yeah" that shook you to your core.

"What you are is a bunch of squiffy miscreants who need to let me the fuck go," You snarled. You had picked up a bit of pirate slang while on the ship. You learned that "squiffy" meant "stupid" and "miscreant" meant "villain".

"Oh, I see we 'ave a brave one here," the captain chuckled darkly. You turned your head away from him, but he grabbed your chin and turned you back towards him. "I don't reckon ye understand... I be-" his villainous monologue was cut off by you biting his thumb. He yelled out and stumbled back.

"Fuck you, dickhead!" You shouted.

"Ow, wha' in Davy Jones' locker! Are ye feral or somethin'?" He hissed as he cradled his bleeding hand. You bared your teeth and growled like a wild animal. The crew all stepped back. He looked at them, then turned to you. "I don't take disrespect lightly. I bet we can fix that courage o' yers…" he snapped and two men untied you from the pole. You kicked them and ran towards the plank at the side of the ship. You turned towards them as they stepped towards you.

"Don't move! I'll jump! I will!" You warned. The captain held out his hand for the crew to stop walking.

"Listen, kid, we be plannin' on holdin' ye fer ransom against Captain Magnum. If he gets here 'n ye're dead? Well, then, we be jus' gonna kill 'im 'n his crew, 'n take thar loot fer ourselves. Ye wouldna like that, now would ye?" He asked. You frowned and looked at the water below before sighing and walking back onto the deck. "Yeah, that's wha' I thought." You could hear the smirk in his voice and it made you sick. A particularly large man with an eyepatch led you under the deck. He closed the hatch and pulled out a knife. Your eyes widened as you stumbled back and fell onto the floor. You started to hyperventilate and tried to move away from him. He sighed.

"This will hurt less if ye jus' sit thar 'n take it."

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The crew finally arrived where they were told to go. Captain Magnum instructed two crewmates to bring a chest full of treasure. John ran up to him.

"But, Captain, can't we try 'n-" he began.

"Would ye rather 'ave treasure or 'ave Y/N back?" He responded bluntly. John opened his mouth, but sighed when he realized he had nothing to argue.

They walked into an abandoned building and entered a room that looked like it used to be a ballroom. The opposing captain sat in a velvet chair at the top of some stairs.

"Well, well, well! Look who finally decided t' show up! One eyed Jack was gettin' tired…" he mocked. Magnum clenched his fists at the implication that something happened to you.

"I brought yer treasure. Give me back me first mate," he glowered.

"Oh, come on now. Why so serious? Can nah we chat first? How was yer day?" The captain laughed. Magnum's crew all took out guns and pointed them at the opposing crew. The captain rolled his eyes.

"Alright, fine, take yer mate. They was so borin'. They barely even screamed durin' th' torture…"

Magnum could feel his face heat up in anger. His body went cold as he saw a large man drop your limp body in front of him. He breathed shakily as he saw the blood all over you. He could see tears stream down your face. Your breathing was shallow and your eyes were closed. Jack and another crewmate lifted you up and carried you back to the ship. Magnum refused to look up from the floor.

"Now, hand o'er th' chest, Magnum," the captain said in a sing-song voice. Two crewmates started sliding the chest over to the opposite crew, but Magnum blocked them with his log-leg.

"Fight me fer it." Magnum demanded.

"Pardon?"

"If ye're such a good pirate, then fight me fer th' chest."

"Wha'? No! That wasn't th' deal!"

"I guess if ye're too scared…" The pirate clenched his fists for a moment before smirking.

"Alright, then, Captain, ye've got yourself a deal." Both men stood in the center of the room. "Good ole-fashioned duel?" Magnum nodded and took out his pistol. The other captain did the same. One eyed Jack stood back a bit, and leaned over to Captain Magnum, covering his mouth with his hand and whispering something in his ear. The other captain didn't think much of it. His first mate would never do anything to harm him.

One-eyed Jack counted to ten paces, but the opposing captain turned before he finished. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, thinking he'd caught Magnum off-guard. His grin fell when he saw Magnum already pointing his pistol. Both men fired, but in his panic, the other captain missed. Magnum did not. The captain fell, screaming and holding his shoulder. Magnum looked down at him for a moment before putting his pistol away and lifting the chest, taking it back to the ship. His crew followed. The other captain sat on the floor, breathing heavily as blood gushed out of the wound. One-eyed Jack leaned down to him.

"Wha' in Davy Jones' locker did ye say t' 'im?!" The captain yelled. One-eyed Jack took the Captain's hat and put it on his own head.

"That ye always turn at 9, cap'n," he monotoned. The captain stared at him in disbelief as the larger man patted his good shoulder and left him there to bleed.

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Captain Magnum stared at you from across his cabin as John patched you up. You stared blankly into space, and it was making him nervous. You hadn't said a single word since you got back. You'd barely even moved. He'd tried to get you to eat something but you just sat, staring. He was worried.

Jack finished with the last bandage and patted your arm.

"Feel better soon, kid," he whispered. You made no response. He sighed and nodded to the captain as he left. Magnum slowly walked over to you and sat in the chair by the bed.

"A-Ahoy, beauty... How... How are ye doin'?" He stuttered. You didn't respond. "How much... Does it hurt?" Still nothing. "Are ye okay?" You made absolutely no effort to make any sort of sign to let him know anything. He felt his stomach tighten when he realized you were probably in shock or… traumatized or… something. He felt tears stinging his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He needed to be strong. For you.

"Ye... ye needs t' eat. Ye... prolly lost a lot o' blood. Ye needs t' eat." he said desperately. He sat a plate down in front of you. Nothing. "I'll... Be here if ye wants t' talk. I won't weigh anchor. I promise I won't." He moved to the other side of the room again, wanting to give you space.

You didn't move for the rest of the day. It had gotten dark, and two meals had passed. You hadn't moved an inch. You just sat staring into space. He tried to initiate conversation a few times, but stopped when he finally figured out you weren't going to respond anytime soon. When night came around, he figured he'd get into bed with you. You did close your eyes as he laid you down and held you close to his chest.

"I love ye," he whispered against your head. You didn't respond.

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You made no effort to get up in the morning. Magnum had to sit you up against the wall himself. He brought you breakfast and tried to coerce you into eating again. When that didn't work, he tried to feed you. He held a piece of food up against your mouth. You did nothing, even when he practically begged you to eat something. You did, however, let the water slide down your throat when he tilted your head back and poured. He figured that was good, so he left you alone. Not once did he leave the room when you were going through this. He stated by your side the whole time and left Jack in charge of the ship. He talked to you, knowing you wouldn't answer. He didn't even know if you could hear him. It didn't look like you could.

Every morning he sat you up, trying to ask how you were, eventually leaving you alone.

Every meal, he tried to feed you and eventually gave up, giving you water.

Every other hour he tried to make conversation, eventually realizing it wasn't working.

Every night he laid you down and held you close, saying I love you, eventually realizing you weren't going to say it back.

This went on for… days? Weeks? He'd lost track at this point. He barely slept at night because he wanted to make sure you wouldn't have nightmares. You had one or two, but mostly, you were fine. He didn't eat until you drank water, and he spent hours trying to feed you. He felt like his sanity was slipping every day you weren't alright.

One night, while he was holding you close as always, he said something different.

"I won't always be able t' protect ye, I know I won't. But I needs ye t' trust that I'll try me best," he paused, hoping you would respond. You didn't. He sighed. "I love ye…" he thought he felt you clutch onto his shirt as he was falling asleep. Nah. Couldn't be. He thought.

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He sat you up against the wall in the morning, as always. A crewmate brought food and sat in on the bed. He sighed as he watched you for a minute. Your eyes looked… better. Less dull. He shook his head, brushing it off as his imagination. He picked up the food and held it up to your mouth.

"Please, darlin', please. Jus'... Eat?" He begged. You didn't move. He looked down, feeling the tears. No. Not now. Be strong. He told himself. He took a deep breath and looked back up at you. You were sitting there, same position, with your mouth slightly open.

Wait…

Your mouth… was open! Only a bit, but it was open. Magnum felt his hand start to shake in excitement and joy, but he kept it down. He swallowed, deciding to push his luck.

"Well, ye can nah put grub in that wee space. Come on, open up!" he pushed. One side of your mouth upturned a bit, but fell back to its original position as you opened your mouth wider. Magnum smiled and breathed shakily as you chewed the food and swallowed.

You are the entire plate, and he gave you water like always. He sat on his knees, laying his head on his arms, watching you for any other movement. You glanced at him occasionally and that was like all the treasure in the world to him. He sat back in his chair and started talking again. You seemed to be listening, or at least paying attention to him, so he kept talking he made a joke at one point and you exhaled through your nose, grinning slightly. It was the most beautiful thing to him in that moment.

You would open your mouth to let him feed you for the next couple days, and you'd make small responses to things he'd tell you. You'd tilt your head slightly, raise your eyebrows a bit, he even got the occasional eye roll. He would watch you the whole time he talked just to see these little actions. They were what kept him going.

A few weeks after you'd started this, he'd stayed up all night trying to see you do something. He'd already fed you breakfast, and it'd be time for lunch soon. He sat at the other side of the cabin, looking at you. You sat straighter in the bed. You actively looked around instead of just staring at one place, and your fingers occasionally twitched when you saw something you found interesting. He tried to stay awake to feed you lunch, but he just couldn't. He fell asleep in the chair.

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He woke up feeling groggy, the way you do after a nap. His neck was sore and his back was stiff. His vision was blurry, and he groaned as he adjusted to the lighting of midday. His first thought was to look over and see what you were doing. You were just sitting there, eating…

You were eating?! You were eating!

You were picking up the food and putting it into your mouth, drinking too!

Magnum almost shot up from his chair as he realized this, making both the chair and the floor creak in protest. You looked over at him, eyes wide. In your eyes was confusion with a slight hint of fear. Magnum sat back down, hands clutching the armrests. You turned back to your food and continued eating, glancing at him in concern. He just sat there and watched you, wide eyed, a goofy smile on his face. When you finished your food and water, he sped over to the bed and plopped in the chair. You leaned back a bit, and you both sat there staring at each other for a solid minute. He cleared his throat.

"Ahoy, beauty!" He said in a raised voice. You winced, so he quieted down. "How are ye doin'?" He asked. You gave him a small smile and a thumbs up. Magnum felt his heart speed up and his breathing quicken.

"How much does it hurt?" You held your hand with your palm facing the ground, shaking it a bit. He nodded.

"Are ye okay?" You smiled again and nodded slightly. Magnum felt the tears again and let them fall. Your smile dropped as you set a gentle hand on his shoulder, shaking it slightly.

"I be okay, I be alright. 'tis alright. I be jus'... So, so happy ye're okay…" he reassured. You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder as he started talking. You participated a bit more during his storytelling, letting out little gasps and laughs and "oh"s and "eee"s and… it was a bit overwhelming for him. He hadn't heard this much out of you in months. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed it…

You ate your other meals on your own as he just watched you. You blushed and turned away from him a few times, which made him laugh.

A few days later, he'd decided that it'd be a good time to take you out onto the deck. The crew stopped what they were doing and looked at you in concern and surprise. Jack was in the middle of a story, and Magnum told him to continue. He kept watching you for any sign of anything bad, but smiled when you let out a snicker. The crew understood that you probably wouldn't want to talk about your… experience and left you alone about it. You still hadn't really talked, but they were happy with what you had done.

That night, Magnum got into bed with you, same as always. This time you turned and snuggled up into him yourself. He smiled at the affection he missed oh so much. He sighed and kissed your head, whispering the same thing he always did. This time, you responded.

"I love you more…" you whispered in a scratchy voice. He decided to push.

"More than wha'?" He asked. You don't answer for a moment and he worried.

"More than all the treasure and adventure in all the seven seas…" you finally stated. He smiled and pulled you close, holding you tight and never wanting to let go...