#t0rture me

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

WHAT IF WHAT IF post torture cuddling bc poor jonie is so touch starved

Everything hurt. 

This was not a sensation that Jonas was unfamiliar with, but it was still far from pleasant nonetheless. Dealing with the constant ache of muscles and stiff joints and stinging open wounds had almost become something of a routine for him. By the time old bruises had faded to yellow, new ones were blooming from red to purple elsewhere. Scabs were ripped off faster than they could scar close. Headaches and stomachaches woke him hourly, only occasionally placated whenever Malik remembered that human bodies need sustenance to survive. Really, the pains that throbbed in varying intensities should be nothing new to his battered self.

But this was much worse than he had endured over the last six weeks. The coldness that drenched him was bone deep, icy water soaked in his clothes and hair and plastering them against his trembling skin. His teeth clattered painfully behind blue lips, feeling like he was chewing on ice cubes instead of his own exhales. Not even his breath could keep him warm if he tried, though it would hardly do him any good at this point. Shaking limbs couldn’t pull in to huddle at his core for warmth, instead having to seek out relief in the form of a southern serial killer with a new fascination with ice water submersion. 

Though maybe it wasn’t all bad considering how much worse Malik could have made it. The heir could have been left in the drained metal basin when he was done the impromptu photoshoot, surely succumbing to hypothermia overnight as a result. Malik could have refused to give him a towel for him to clumsily dry himself off with, barely making a difference for his sorry state but still removing most of the droplets running down his face. He could have been left to fight through the cold on his own, struggling to procure any amount of body heat no matter how tightly he curled into himself on the floor.

No, rather than prolonging his suffering like the older man was prone to doing, Malik had scooped the soggy boy up and dropped him in his lap, forcing Jonas’s bound arms to loop over his neck in a strange hug. The position had him flush against his captor’s chest, his thick sweater helping to absorb more of the freezing liquid off of his person. Beneath the black material was a delicious body heat that Jonas greedily tried to steal, nestling closer to the source as if he could merge with the warmth. If his icy skin bothered Malik from the few points of contact they had, the other man didn’t show it, content with having a trembling pretty boy caged within his crossed legs. Malik’s arms circled around him, further trapping in his wonderful heat to share with his favorite victim while he idly clicked through the pictures on his camera. Fond memories of mere minutes ago.

“I like this one,” Malik said, though Jonas moreso felt the comment from the vibration against his cheek. “You look so cute with your li’l nose all scrunched up like that.”

That was because Jonas was desperately trying not to inhale anymore water when he was able to be dunked under for a fourth time. Rather than acknowledging whatever sinister photo was displayed on the viewfinder, the poor boy squeezed his eyes shut as if he was hoping to conserve warmth in his orbitals as well. He pushed closer into Malik’s sternum, shuddering when he felt a burning hand card through his wet locks, separating a few tangles now that the knots had been loosened. It felt heavenly to have another touch melting away the freezing pain that gnawed every square inch of his body right down through the tissue. A few water drops were displaced from the petting, feeling like tiny electrical shocks each time they landed down his neck, but it was a small price to pay at this point. 

“We should send this one to your parents,” The hand that had been stroking Jonas’s hair trailed down to rub the back of his neck, fire hot fingers helping to create a wonderful friction of heat against the knobs of his spine. 

Jonas hummed, more accurately groaned, too enthralled by the warmth beating through him. Sure, whatever Malik wanted, as long as it meant he could soak up the offered comfort for a few more minutes. Regrettably, the hand left to tap through the rest of the picture catalog, eager to pick out a few more Pulitzer Prize winners to be shown off to clients and Jonas’s family alike. Or perhaps Malik would keep them all to himself, a personal treasure trove. It didn’t matter to Jonas. Nothing mattered to Jonas right now. All he cared about was his tormentor and his unfairly high body temperature. 

“What’d’ya think it’d be like if we tried boiling water next time?”

[whumpshaped]

*diagnoses you with whumpee syndrome*

[girlycocksleeve]

The only thing my clit is good for is to be punished. It deserves to be pumped and clamped and whipped and flogged. It deserves to have hot sauce and nettles and toothbrushes rubbed into it. It deserves to always be swollen and bruised and aching until I learn that my clit is not there for my pleasure.

If a superior decides I deserve pleasure, it should only come from having my pussy fucked.

[yrfavpuppyboi]

My lil tdick is so hard and sensitive rn i need to get tied up and have it torturedd >_< i needa have someone run sadistic 'expirements' on it for their entertainment. Hold ice on it, put numbimg cream on it, absolutely destroy it with insanely strong vibrators, pinch it, anything. Plz just torture my twitchy little tdick thats all its good forrr

[oniii-fans]

Park Do-han

[emmett-stone]

There wasn’t much more he could say, really. He’d already been at it for hours, begging for his life, and by this point Emmett was getting bored. Earlier in the night, it had been fun, as it always was. The empty threats of, “They’ll find me,” he’d said with shaky words. “They’ll—they’ll fingerprint me.”

Emmett had smiled, drill in hand, pushing the button once, twice, just for fun. Just to see the way it made him jump. “They’ll be finding parts of you for years,” Emmett said. “But I promise you, your hands will not be included in that.” His victim paled, and Emmett’s smile grew. But now, hours after, the light of morning teased the horizon, and Emmett had a lunch meeting at twelve. He needed to get a move on.

“I think we’ve both had enough, don’t you?” Emmett asked casually as he picked up the ax that had propped against the steel table to his left. The man sat there slumped over as much as he could be while still tied to the chair, duct tape across his lips. He’d managed to get it off a little over an hour ago, breaking the seal on the corner with a particularly powerful scream after Emmett had broken his kneecap with a sledge hammer. He was broken now Emmett thought, which was okay. That’s how he preferred his victims. After the hours they’d spent inside the warehouse together, he’d expect nothing else, really.

“You’ve taken up enough of my time tonight,” Emmett accused, because it was his fault. It was always their own fault. He just wanted to take the time to make sure they got what they deserved, every time. He was nothing if not thorough. Holding on by the haft, he spun the ax back and forth in his hand, intentionally careless with it the second it swung remotely near his victim’s leg. The freshly sharpened bit embedded itself in the soft skin, and the man in the chair coughed out a groan, fresh blood seeping out his nose while tears fell from his eyes. “Whoops,” Emmett laughed as he met his clouded gaze. His expression shifted into an overexaggerated pout of pity, though he knew he’d never actually be able to feel sorry for him or any of the others. “Oh, you poor thing,” he cooed, crouching down quickly to crowd him, nudging aside his shattered leg without thought to help himself closer. His victim lurched back as much as he could until both the rope and wooden chair stopped him from moving. Even bent down, Emmett’s intimidating frame towered over him, and he smiled as he stroked a gentle hand down the side of his victim’s face as he shook, dirt speckled sweat beading up along his forehead.

He smiled at his reaction, seeing the fear in his eyes felt like he was injecting something directly into his veins. Emmett assessed him, a little sad at having to leave so soon, but knowing that he still needed time for clean up. He sighed theatrically, swinging the toe of the ax forward again, nicking his victim’s intact leg, just for fun. He knew he didn’t need any goodbyes as he held the handle firmly in both hands, swinging the weapon towards his throat like a baseball bat. It was almost a clean cut, but he’d done better. And in his early days, he’d definitely done worse. His head hung there, held on by threads of tendons and tissue, a shocked expression frozen on his face as a residual tear fell from his eye.

Emmett’s shirt was the first thing to go. It was useless, really, already being drenched in blood to care about it now, but it was part of the routine. Dismembering was always time consuming, but satisfying. He slid his earbuds in, unworried about the bloody fingerprints left behind as he pressed the side button to initiate songplay. A soft pattering filled his ears, along with the quick, friendly uptick of a guitar, followed soon after by bold trumpets. He closed his eyes, letting the upbeat song fill him, move him, a smile spreading hopelessly across his lips. Rivulets of blood dripped down his face and bare chest as he swayed elegantly back and forth as if at a ball, lost in the music. At the crescendo of the chorus, he took his second swing of the ax, slicing cleanly through still warm skin. As promised, he took his hands first, kicking them off to the side as a reminder to burn off the fingerprints once he had finished dismantling the corpse.

He swung the ax again, and again, and again, until his body ached from it. Until the body beneath him ceased to exist. Until he was drenched in the blood of this man who had the audacity to try to touch what he now considered his. The song was on an endless loop, replaying constantly as he worked away at ridding the scene of evidence. After hours, he gathered everything up in barrels, he made his way outside to his dug up kill kit, shuffling through the strewn about items for a rag to wipe his hands. He glanced over at the vats of hydrochloric acid behind him knowing his night wasn’t anywhere close to being done. His blood still hummed in his veins, high from the kill and the lingering scent of amber and vanilla from hours earlier. Closing his eyes, he basked in the break of dawn, listening as the early morning songbirds sweetly welcomed the light of a new day.

[kennysinthewoods]

more from hello kitty shoot 😘

praise me while you r@pe and t0rture me

[cyborgknight]

GUYS NEW AU ALERT HELP ME I LOVE MEGOP MEGOP IS WHAT KEEPS ME ALIVE I LOVE THEM

Y'all can ask any questions about this au in the ask box lmao I think I'm gonna stick to this au more on this account ;)

This is an au after the war!

The decepticons were a group of mostly lower class bots that started a revolution against the higher classes, demanding equality and better treatment. The autobots were a group of higher class bots that supported the decepticon cause but believed in peaceful protest instead of violence. Both factions fought against Cybertron's leaders, the original primes.

After the conflict ended, the autobots and decepticons joined to rebuild Cybertron and Megatron ended the decepticons and Optimus passed the matrix down. And they decided to raise a kid :D

(in my au, sparklings are created when both partners donate a piece of their spark and forge it together, creating a new and small spark. The sparkling's body is either created with spare parts or the spark (don't ask how lmao idk) "scans" both the parents and creates a body based on both the parents' features)

Optimus became the "stay at home dad" while Megs got a job at an office (which he says is absolute t0rture), quite the opposite of his former jobs lmao 💀

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

wh

whaddif

whaddif firefighter!malik had to carry me out of a burning building? (and it was homoerotic)

He carries you out of a burning building, laying you down somewhere safe and quiet before leaving

You lay there, thinking perhaps he went to get an oxygen mask or some burn treatments, but instead you start to smell smoke a few feet away

Malik has now set the second building on fire

[lulunothulu]

“A Bullseye to the Heart” (Ch. 7)

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Latina Reader

Blurb: After a small flashback episode, Jake decides it's best to take you home where you finally feel safe enough to show him your emotional and physical scars.

TW: (mild) talks of t0rture, scars, emotional stuff, fluff

Word Count: 1.9K

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Chapter 7

“Y/N?” You hear Jake whisper. You blink to find him searching your face, worry painted in his eyes. “Let’s get you home. Do you need help standing?”

You only nod. You couldn’t speak, let alone walk alone. What were you going to do to get out of the bar? How were you gonna drive home?

“I’m driving you home and having Bob drop off your car later,” he says. “Let me go tell Penny I’m taking you home.”

“No,” you croak. Your throat felt dry, almost spongy. You lick your lips before adding, “Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” he soothes. He pulls his phone out of his pocket, texting someone, and then placing a hand on the small of your back. “Can I touch you?”

You hesitate before nodding slowly. 

Jake hoists you up into his arms bridal-style before kicking the door open and walking you straight out the front door of Hard Deck, Bradley and Phoenix a few steps away. 

“What’s wrong?” Bradley asks, surveying you like his life depends on it.

“I’m taking her home,” Jake tells him.

“Why? What happened?” Bradley goes on to ask.

“She’ll call you guys tomorrow but right now, I need to get her somewhere quiet,” Jake tells them before turning toward them with a raised brow. “Can one of you open my car door?”

Phoenix opens the passenger seat door and watches as Jake sets you down, gently pulling the seat belt over you and strapping you in. Meanwhile, you’ve been solemn, barely blinking, and staring off into space. The only thing going through your mind is the day of the mission. 

Over and over, you think of the way the man had you tied up to a chair. How he had you beaten for not answering his questions. How he laughed when you finally broke down in sobs when you realized no one was going to save you. 

“Y/N?” you hear Bradley say softly. “Jake says he’s taking you home but I just want to hear it from you. Are you sure you want to go home?”

“I want him to take me to his house. I need to be alone,” you tell him in a monotone voice. “I don’t need the pitying looks you and Nat are giving me right now.”

“We just want what’s best for you,” Nat joins in. 

“I need to be left alone,” you spit. You knew the rage was meant for the man, but you couldn’t help yourself. Once it was out, it was easy to let it be.

“Okay, we’ll be here when you’re ready,” Bradley tells you.

“Don’t wait up,” you tell him before turning to Jake. “Take me home.”

*   *   *

Jake had never seen you so angry in the short amount of time he’d known you. The only time he’s seen you angry, that anger was directed at him. He didn’t know what made you flip the switch, but he knew he needed to get you home to relax. 

Pulling into his driveway, he glances at you in his passenger seat–distant and staring off into space again. 

He clears his throat before saying, “Can I carry you inside?”

“Sure,” you whisper. 

He jumps out of his truck before opening your door and helping you out of the seat belt, carrying you bridal-style again. With expert precision, he kicks the door handle to open the front door before closing it once he’s inside and carrying you into your room. Once you’re safe on the bed, he begins to rummage through the drawers of the cabinet, looking for something more comfortable for you to wear. When he sees that every single drawer is empty, he frowns and turns to you.

“Where are your oversized t-shirts?” he asks you. “And why aren’t you unpacked?”

“They’re in my duffle bag,” you say, pointing to the bag on the floor. “I haven’t felt it was the…right time yet.”

Jake sighs when he can’t find them and instead walks into his room across the way, grabbing his favorite Texas Longhorns t-shirt and tossing it on the bed next to you. He goes back into your duffle bag and grabs a pair of what he thinks are pajama shorts before turning to you with a softness he only reserved for women he cared about. 

“I’m gonna help you get changed, is that okay?” he asks, holding his hands up.

He watches as your eyes widen and you hug your legs close to your chest, heart breaking at the sight of it all. 

“I promise, I won’t try anything,” he adds. 

“That’s not it,” you tell him. Confused, Jake frowns and sits on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to continue. 

You sigh and say, “I have scars.”

“That’s okay.”

“From when I was taken,” you whisper. 

“That’s okay, Y/N,” he tells you again. “I’m not easily squeamish.”

He watches you eye him, eyes narrowed and searching. You take a few deep breaths before nodding and straightening your legs. 

You stand before raising your hands, allowing him to pull your shirt up revealing the black bra you chose for the day but also the scars on your stomach. When you turn around to remove the bra, he has to hold in the sharp intake of air when he sees the lash marks up and down your back. 

He almost reaches out to touch one fo the scars but stops when you whisper, “You can put the shirt on now.”

Jake does, pulling the material down over your head and watching as you poke your arms through the sleeves. It was almost adorable how long and baggy the shirt was on you. He would say this had it been any other time, but now? It wasn’t the right time. 

“I’m gonna help with the pants, okay?” he tells you.

“Okay,” you respond. Turning back around to face Jake to find him already on his knees before you. 

The only time Jake has ever knelt before a woman was purely for sexual reasons but right now, it felt like the most vulnerable he could be–only for you. 

He tentatively reaches for the button of your jeans before pulling the zipper down and snaking the pants down your legs. His eyes remain on your jeans, only looking up and away after you’ve stepped out of them. He grabs the pajama shorts from the bed and keeps his eyes on the shorts. You place your hands on his shoulders and he tenses up at your touch. Not because he’s uncomfortable with you touching him, but because of how delicately you’re hodling him. 

Almost as if you didn’t want to be hurting him.

Jake instead focuses on the shorts before him as he glides them up your thighs, stopping when he sees a branding scar in the shape of a skull and bones on your right hip. 

“That was him,” you tell him. “My parting gift.”

Jake blinks away the anger bubbling up inside him and instead, finishes pulling the shorts up, tying them in place and holding your hips before looking up at you. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he says in a hushed voice.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not,” he tells you. “You didn’t deserve whatever it was you went through.”

He watches as your breath hitches before turning away. He watches in horror as your face crumples into sadness, tears beginning to fall from your cheeks. 

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” you tearfully admit. “After Nick hit me the other day, I’ve been dreaming about those nights. I can’t get them out of my mind and of course, if I tell my therapist, she’ll make me go in-patient again. I can’t go back there. I can’t.”

Jake stands, immediately scooping you into his arms and huggin g you like he’s never hugged anyone before. Your sobs ripple through the air and break his heart even more than it was before. 

“Why not? Would it be so bad?” he asks.

“They all think I’m crazy,” you hiccup. “I can’t stand the pitying look they give me. Which is also why I never tell Bradley or Nat anything. I don’t want them to worry.”

Jake smoothes your hair, rubbign small circles on your bicep with his fingers. He only nods into your hair and allows you to finish.

“God, I was such an asshole to them earlier,” you cry. “I can’t believe I let my anger just run like that. I should’ve–”

“You don’t have anything to worry about,” Jake interrupts. “They understand you’re going through something right now.”

“I shouldn’t have been so rude though,” you tell him. “I feel bad.”

“You’re just doing what you needed to do to keep your mind from breaking. Don’t ever apologize for that,” he tells you. He pulls you away from him, tilting your head up to face him. “You can be an asshole to me. I can take it.”

“I’m sorry I’m dumping all of my shit on you,” you say softly, wiping your eyes.

Jake smiles down at you before saying, “Come on, I have a good way to distract you from everything.”

*   *   *

Two hours and a few rounds of Mario Kart later, you’re screaming at Jake to let you win. 

“I don’t play nice, Sweetheart,” he laughs when you lose again. 

“I’ve lost every freaking round and I’m so mad!” you half yell and laugh.

“Sucks to suck, nerd,” Jake says, causing you to throw a pillow at his head and make him laugh harder. “Don’t mess with the master of Mario Kart.”

“I demand a rematch,” you tell him, crossing your arms over yoru chest. 

“Okay, do you like Uno?” he asks.

“Like it?” you smile. “You may be the master of Mario Kart, but I’m the queen of Uno.”

“Let’s see what you’re made of, Bullseye,” he says, pulling out a deck of Uno cards and shuffling them. 

“Let’s bet on the game,” you tell him. 

“Yeah?”

“If I win, you get us pizza for the night,” you smile. “But if you win, I’ll buy pizza.”

Jake pretends to think about it, making a show to tap his chin before smiling and saying, “Deal.”

One hour later

“I swear you cheated,” Jake says, tossing his pizza crust on the pizza box. 

You laugh and bite off a piece of your crust before saying, “I told you I was the queen of Uno.”

“You did tell me and I thought you were bluffing,” he chuckles. “Alright, what’re we doing next?”

“We can watch a movie,” you suggest.

“Sure, what’re you into?”

“I like all sorts of movies,” you tell him. 

“I have the perfect one for you,” he smiles mischeivously. 

Half way into The Conjuring, you’re bundled into a blanket and leaning on Jake when you say, “If they would’ve just left the house, none of this would be happening.”

“That’s true,” he agrees. 

“I hope you know, we’re gonna have to watch something else after this,” you tell him. 

“Why? Are you scared?” he teases.

“No, but I might have to sleep in the same room as you,” you nervously laugh.

“Sounds fine to me,” he tells you. 

You barely make it to the middle of Tangled when you’re fast asleep next to Jake, head resting on his shoulder. He smiles, watching you sleep so peacefully beside him. 

He moves forward, wrapping an arm around you and helping you lay on the couch. Jake brushes a few strands of hair away from your face before gently covering you with a blanket. 

However, before he can get too far, you grab his hand and whisper, “Please don’t leave.”

He smiles down at you, kissing your hand before sinking back down onto the carpeted floor. 

“I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

Next part here!!

Tags: @lonelysoul50 @akilatwt @russopalette @emma8895eb @djs8891

[salaciousdoll]

Walk Away- Mikey Sano

━━ ༉⁩༊ Pairings : Manjirou Sano x Fem!reader, Rindou Haitani x Fem!reader

━━ ༉⁩༊ Encapsulation : Manjirou was tired of you and did the only thing he could think of, but was it worth the pain in the end?

━━ ༉⁩༊ Warnings : Angst, heavy angst, no comfort( for Mikey), cheating implied, vi0lence, small t0rture descriptions( not on reader), oc names Yasire’, chubby reader, black reader, overall just angst and hurt, everyone in Bonten doesn’t like you except Rindou and maybe Ran, Rindou is a sweetheart in this, Rindou has feelings for you, Divorce talk/ settlement

━━ ༉⁩༊ Word Count : 3.6K

( This is an old ass draft and I wanted to post it to clear out my drafts so enjoy the heartbreak 😉)

You loved Manjiro Sano so much that you put aside anything and came to his aid, but would he do the same? Yes and No.

You were laying down on the bed waiting for your husband. You honestly were getting worried because it’s 4 am and he never is out no later than 2 am. He did call you and say that he was heading to the club with his men and that you should get some sleep, but you couldn’t help but to worry about him.

You were watching the 4am news when suddenly you saw something you wished you didn’t see, “ Breaking news, there was a violent shooting around 2 am this morning, leaving multiple deaths and 2 wounded heavily, sources says this is the effect of the gang violence between Bonten crime organization and CG crime organizat-”, The news reporter says with visuals of one of the nightclubs Bonten owns. It was a terrifying sight to see and you had to call Manjiro.

Meanwhile in the Bonten headquarters, Mikey was getting his wounds fixed while Kakucho was beside him doing the same thing. This was the worst hit they’ve gotten and they just knew someone was a traitor, and Ran was the first to point it out, it’s usually Sanzu. Bonten was secured and locked with the safety of their own club, so why would their enemy suddenly attack them when they didn’t even make it known they were showing up to the club they least visit.

Mikey was on the phone with Yasire’, his ex- wife. She was the one he truly cared and loved this entire time. Kakucho and the others even liked her more than you because she actually helped him, meanwhile to them it felt like you were a show off type of woman. They knew he needed someone like Yasire’ and not you.

“ Are you okay, Manjiro? Do you want me to come over there?”, Yasire’ says into the phone, already getting her keys.

Mikey almost smiled at that and was about to answer when suddenly your name popped up and he just let it ring as the doctor was patching up his stomach. He felt sick of you and he needed you to get out of his mind and life because you were draining him and he didn’t even have a reason for why you were draining him.

“ Mikey?”, Yasire’ asks, wondering why he suddenly showed the expression of irritation. He smiled again once he saw her face and voice on the other side of the FaceTime call, “ Huh, baby? Right, what were we talking about?”

Sanzu happily answered for him, “ Invite her over, I want some of her snacks out of her bag, the other one doesn’t carry good snacks like Yasire’ does.”, Sanzu says, earning a heavy sigh from Rindou.

Rindou was the only one who thought that you didn’t deserve this. He honestly thought you were great for Mikey. Mikey always smiles and laughs with you, but then again he does that with Yasire’ too. Only with you his smile and laugh was fake, anyone could see that but you, it seems. Rindou also thought you had a funny and beautiful personality matching your pretty ass face and body doesn’t matter what size you are either, they all needed a you in their lives, Mikey just didn’t cherish what he has.

Mikey chuckled, actually chuckled before speaking, “ Come over, we missed you.”

Yasire’ smiled before saying okay and hanging up the phone. She knew about you and still didn’t care because why would she, after all you took Mikey from her and now she took him back.

Mikey smiled at the phone and couldn’t wait for Yasire’ to come. Oh, how much he loves her. God, he wished he would choose differently.

You, on the other hand, was on your way to Bonten headquarters after getting a text from Rindou saying that they’re all okay and that Mikey’s fine and was here at the HQ. You originally texted all of them and the others ignored you or blocked you, meanwhile he didn’t.

You honestly didn’t know why Mikey didn’t answer his phone. You suddenly remembered that he doesn’t kiss you goodbye or say that he wants to take you out or make love to you like he always did for these past few months.

Maybe he was cheating? No. No. No. he’s hurt right now and you’re thinking about that, what was your problem? Is this why he hasn’t been really speaking to you, have you become insecure about this relationship with him.

You scratched the thoughts out your head and continued driving to their headquarters.

Yasire’ was already there and was now hugging everyone, “ Oh, I missed you all, how did you all get caught like this in the first place, you look like hell.”

Ran smiled while pouring himself a drink, “ That's because we were fighting for our lives cherry head, why red anyways?”

Yasire’ was about to answer when she got pulled on Mikey’s lap making him grunt in the process because of his wounds, “ Mikey! Anyways, because I wanted to try a new approach, you like it, slick back?”

Everyone laughed at her corny joke while Ran held up his glass, “ That's up for your husband to decide, isn’t that right Mikey?”

Mikey huffed before nodding, “ Mhmm, you look so damn good, I wish I could see you everyday and everynight, instead I’m stuck with her.” The way Mikey said her was supposed to offend you , but the others felt the venom from that word and felt like he was talking to them.

Mochi chuckled, “ Damn, Mikey, you really don’t like y/n, huh?”

Mikey chuckled a little before rubbing a hand over his face, “ You have no idea, she adds on to my stress and doesn't even know it. She constantly worries and nags about me like shut the hell up and just fuck me. Shit! She can’t even do that right.”

The men and the woman laughed at his response. Yasire’ spoke up, “ Why don’t you just drop the bitch, if she can’t even satisfy you why are you even with her?”

Mikey kissed Yasire’ on her lips a few times before answering, “ Why can’t I be with you? I never stopped loving you and hated that she was a temptation I couldn’t resist, now I’m trapped with the most boring and weakest person ever. Believe me, I gave the bitch a hint but she doesn’t even see it.”

Everyone laughed until suddenly they stopped when Rindou got up and paused from where he was standing looking at someone with full remorse for something he didn’t even do. Everyone looked from where he was looking and gasped when they saw you with the most tired expression they saw on your face.

You didn’t even want to cry in front of all of them because you knew they were faking with you since the night of that party. He never even holds you like that so you just silently stared at every last one of them.

Yasire’ and Mikey were too busy gripping and kissing each other to not realize everyone got quiet. They didn’t notice until Takeomi spoke up, “ Why are you here?”

You cleared your throat and walked in further with your hairstyle and clothes slightly wet from the rain outside, “ I wanted to see if you all were alright, looks like you all are, nice to see you Yasire’. I’ll be getting my clothes out of your room Mikey.”

“ Oh, don’t bother, I threw them out, I paid for them didn’t I? So you could kindly walk back out of here. Don’t make this harder than it has to be y/n.”, Mikey says with his usual threatening and dark voice.

You stepped back before taking one last look around the living room and at everyone before holding eye contact with the sympathetic eyes of Rindou. You smiled at him letting him know you forgive him and it was not his fault.

“ Okay.”, You say before turning back and heading out the door and past security. Meanwhile, the men and the woman were cheering loudly as you heard Mikey’s last words, “ Don’t let that woman anywhere near this place again, understand? If she comes back, kill her.”

You felt it, you felt the salty tears coming out your eyes as you got in and started the car. You tried to get your tears out of your eyes before you started driving, so you sat there. Just like that, Yasire’ won after all these years. She never liked you since you met Mikey and supposedly stole him from her when in reality, they were broken up. You were neutral but her—she hated you.

You seen the glimpse of admiration in Mikey’s eyes when he looked at her in contrast to his dull black eyes when he looked at you. You thought you were helping him since he was back to eating like the old Mikey and his eyebags weren’t as heavy as they were. Turns out you weren’t the one helping at all, it was Yasire’ all along.

You pulled out the driveway when suddenly Rindou came out and everyone else came out after him and started waving at you in mockery. Meanwhile, he wanted to comfort you. He was closer to you than he was to Yasire’, he was going to call you later for sure.

You hurried and pulled off with anger, sadness, and resentment filled in your heart and tears streaming down your face. You tried to wipe them as you moved down the road. You stopped at a red light and collected your tears before an expensive car rode past since it was turning at the other light, firing bullets aimed at your car. They’ve been watching you since you came out of Bonten’s HQ. They didn’t know who it was in the car because of the tinted windows, all they wanted was revenge.

Three bullets hit you, one in your arm. Another in your side and another one in your shoulder. You thought this car was bulletproof since Mikey said it was, turned out he lied about that but why? Did he want you dead that bad? Damn!

The car pulled off and someone who was walking nearby called an ambulance for you. You felt like this was your last day on earth. What a shitty way to leave this world huh? When you meet with the afterlife, you gotta ask them why they chose this death for you.

You started thinking about your family and friends.

“ Y/n would you help me with this”, your mother says while cooking in the kitchen for your birthday. You almost smacked your lips because you honestly hated cooking with her, she’s too strict in the kitchen.

“ Get that paprika out of the cabinet and put it on this meat, when you put it on the meat, sprinkle just a good amount, not too much, not too little now.”, You mother says as you did what she told her.

Your little niece and nephew came running in the kitchen laughing and playing when your mother held up the spatula cursing them out, “ Let me tell y’all something, stop running in my goddamn kitchen, y’all better be lucky I didn’t put on the cake yet. Now, would you two please go sit down somewhere.”

You laughed at them playing and hitting each other while leaving the kitchen before your mother spoke up again, “ I tell you, those two act just like you and your brother and sister did. All three of y’all irritated the hell out of me, but I love you all to death. Always remember that.”

You heard a deep voice call your name, but you just wanted to keep walking to the end of the path where the light was until you suddenly got dragged back. In reality, you were now being carried to the ambulance truck with Rindou by your side with tears in his eyes while his brother called everyone else in the background.

You felt a hand reach for your hand as they strapped you to the stretcher and multiple sayings of “hang on” and “ I’m gonna be right behind you”. You knew the voice and wanted to smile but couldn’t because you needed to breathe.

Rindou felt like he couldn’t even think because you just got hurt by the enemy and Mikey or anyone else aren’t really believing it. The only reason he knew it was because his brother had everyone on speaker.

When he heard Yasire’ giggle, he lost it, “ Ran! Hang up the phone, there’s no use in talking to stupid bitches, now let’s go before I really put a hit out on Yasire’, I’m feeling murderous right now and she’s gonna be my main target and right now I don’t give a fuck how mi-”

“ Ok!”, Ran yells before hanging up the phone quickly. He smirked at Rindou, “ I knew you liked y/n, I knew it.”

Rindou ignored him and got in their car while Ran got in the passenger seat. He pulled off thinking about you and only you. Did he like you? Only time will tell now.

When Rindou found out you were in a coma, he went on a binge of drinking and partying. He couldn’t handle it, he wanted to tell you everything he’s been meaning to say to you the day you came back after the vacation that you and Mikey had. He could see the sadness upon your posture, but it didn’t match your facial expression which showed happiness and gleefulness.

Another thing he hated is when the guys talked about you in an I’ll manner in front of Yasire’ and other women they were around. He especially hated it when they did it in front of him too. He always leaves the room when Mikey speaks about you. He used to hide his words but later on, Mikey words became more bitter making him have to bite his lip in order to not get killed, so he just leaves the room.

He visits you everyday and was the only one to visit until now when he saw Mikey with flowers and the rest of the men he mainly be around behind him when he entered with his own flowers and stories to tell. He never told Mikey and the others anything about what hospital you were at, only his brother, which means his brother spilled the beans. He had to because of the look he’s giving Rindou now.

Yasire’ was nowhere to be seen because just a few days ago, they learned that she was the one who put the hit out on Bonten. She was working beside her husband from Bonten’s rival gang. She used Mikey and Bonten, but had to pay the price in the most nastiest way.

Her face was torn off and fingers were gone, Rindou was the one torturing her this time while her husband now has flies flying over his body from Sanzu torturing him while laughing at his pleas. Mikey was stunned that he turned away and left the room. He was double crossed and this is his first time too.

“ Y/n, look I brought these flowers for you. I was hoping you’d be awake, but you’re in a coma…Tell me Rindou, why are you bringing my wife flowers and hiding where she stays?”, Mikey asks prior to turning around to face an irritated Rindou at the entrance.

Mikey continued not even letting him get a word out, “ She’s mine. Don’t you dare think about getting with her or near her. How dare you try to hide her in a unknown hospital when we own the fucking hospital Rin, how stupid could you b-”

Rindou couldn’t respond because he was watching your fingers move and finally your strangled voice called out to someone he never thought you would say.

“ Rin.”, You say before Mikey eyes widened at his wife speaking, only calling out the wrong name. Everyone else sighed in relief when they heard your annoying little voice again. They may not have liked you but that didn’t mean they didn’t have some “respect” for you.

Rindou hurried and grabbed your hand as you turned your head to him with low and tired eyes, “ Rin? That’s you? Thank you for watching over me and talking to me. You were the main reason I held on for this long. By the way, how long has it been?”

Rindou smiled before sucking up his tears, not wanting to cry in front of his comrades and his boss, especially over his wife who he didn’t get a chance to divorce yet, “ It’s been two months, n/n.”

Everyone paused because he never called you a nickname before so why now. Did he have a death wish?

You tried to smile but ended up coughing, which made him hurry to bring the cup of water to your mouth, but you laughed because they were little coughs, “ God Rindou! I’m okay, I just need to breathe, slow down and sit down, I’ll talk to you soon.”

Rindou nodded before sitting down and moving his leg up and down anxiously. He knew he could either be turned down or shot for you. He didn’t want any of that.

You slowly moved your head to Mikey, “ You. Why are you here? You cause me this pain, look at me Mikey! Look!”

Mikey couldn’t look at you because he turned the chair to the wall and sat down, staring at it with silent tears. He couldn’t face you, not after putting you through hell and back.

“ And you all! Why the hell are y’all here, hmm? Did you come here to laugh or take pictures, which one?”, you ask, trying to keep your sentences short so you don’t have to do a lot of talking.

Sanzu being the smart ass he is spoke up, “ I mean we could have but then I don’t want anyone like y-”

Mikey stood up at the same time as Rindou and they both scared Sanzu because of the look they were giving him. Mikey pointed a finger to the door, “ Out. All of you!”

Most of them sighed before touching your covered feet or tilting their heads on the way out, meanwhile Rindou stayed where he was making his brother, who was the last one to stop to try to grab him. He suddenly snatched away from Ran and declared he’s staying no matter what. Ran sighed before stepping out and closing the door— standing right beside it just in case anything goes down between his brother and his boss, Mikey.

Mikey gave Rindou a stare that had malicious intent and you could feel it, so you spoke up, “ What could you possibly say that he can’t hear?”

“ Y/n, let’s not do this and just come home with me.”, Mikey says, taking your hand.

Rindou laughed before speaking up, “ How dare you? How dare you act like you care about her just because the other girl slipped up and fucked you over. Now you want to come back to her.”

Mikey snapped his head to Rindou, “ I’m speaking to my wife! Are you going against me!” Rindou did nothing but laughed until you spoke up, “ He's Not going against you, Mikey. Rindou, baby, can you step out for a minute? I’ll yell if he tries to strangle me while I’m at my weakest.” It was a joke but Rindou took it seriously while Mikey's facial expression dropped in disbelief and sadness. Did you always think he’ll do that to you? And why are you calling Rindou baby?

Rindou smiled when he saw you nod your head before stepping out with a smile on his face at the word baby until he was slapped in the back of his head by Ran, who was shaking his head at his little brother.

Inside the room, You and Mikey stared at each other in utter silence.

He was about to speak when you suddenly spoke before him, “ I want a divorce!”

He was stunned as he gulped down his fear that was laced as spit, “ Y-”

You shook your head, “ No, don’t argue, just agree and get out. It’s for my mental health and I refuse to be with someone who treated me like shit because let me ask if she would’ve never betrayed Bonten, would you still be with her?”

Mikey tried to walk to you but you held up your hand, so he spoke instead, “ Y/n, plea-”

“ Manjiro shut the fuck up and answer the fucking question!”, You yelled in anger and exhaustion.

Mikey gulped before looking away and nodding his head confirming not only his answer but his divorce too. He was letting you go because he knew he was bringing you pain when you said your final words to him.

“ Great! That’s all I needed. The divorce papers will be sent to your office. Goodbye Mikey, it was a glorious ride, now see yourself out please and send Rindou in.”, You say not caring about his hurt expression.

Mikey slowly trudged to the door and opened it but not before stopping to say one last thing while Rindou was standing at the door opening, “ Have a good life y/n, you were the one who made me happy all this time. I was blinded before and now I’ve gotten my happiness taken from me again.”

He then looked at Rindou with hatred and admiration in his eyes, “ Take care of y/n for me, Rindou.” On his way out he thought heavily about you and Rindou. He wanted to know what was so special about Rindou, he found out while sitting on the bench outside the hospital with tears in his dead eyes : it was the love and care he gave you that he couldn’t give you. He will always hate himself for giving you and Rindou the chance to love each other, but it’s for your own good.

━━ ༉⁩༊ Tagging: @dejwrites @eiflawriting @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @bontens-angel @bontensbabygirl @celi-xxmoon @ushijimasslut @Nalyana @cryingchild83 @mikeys-gf @anyahlator

[oddsconvert]

Are there any vampire whump stories or blogs you can recommend?

Here are a few of my absolute faves off the top of my head!!!

'Kane and Jim' - @whumpsday

'Cat and Mouse' - @t0rture-me

'A Death in the Family' - @pigeonwhumps

'Magnanimous Moonrise / Savage Sunset' - @not-a-space-alien

I KNOW I'm missing some but I'm in scrambled post-work brain </3 Please feel free to reblog with any of your own recommendation's and PLEASE I BEG, promote your own vampire stories!

[oneshlut]

Ok, ok ok… Can I request Yandere!Dr. Flug x Fem!Reader, please? You describe the reactions of the characters so interestingly that I wanted to write to you, but already about the yandere doctor. Thank you in advance, you are amazing.

A/N: oooh yesyes!! thank you sooo much for the compliments, they mean so much to me !! yanderes are some of my favs to write, thanks a bunches for requesting! (also, whamo! mitski ref in the title!)

Bag of Bones (Yandere!Dr. Flug x Fem!Reader) [Headcanons]

Rules For Requesting

Characters I Will Write For

Masterlist

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mentions of bl0od, d3ath, lethal injections, execution, and t0rture, Subjects like toxic relationships, kidnapp!ng, posessive/obsessive behaviors, and toxic worshipping and degrading(on his part), General dead dove contents.

Summary: Yandere headcanons for Dr. Flug with a Fem!Reader. General hcs for kidnapp!ng, crushing, etc.

Someone like Dr. Flug definitely seems harmless. Pathetic, wimpy, and afraid. Labels that have been given to him all his life. Labels that only you never assigned him. Well, he's never lived up to those names. Not completely. Underneath his trembling form hid a dangerous man, who could kill you at the snap of his fingers if he really wanted to. Not like he would! You do have to remember, though, that he still is a villain. For plenty good reason.

But, yes. I'm sorry, but the moment he realized his murderous lovesick tendencies, you've immediately set yourself up for danger. Flug would never hurt you, but he's not saying he wouldn't hurt anyone to have you.

With the baseline of knowing he is sick, twisted, and much more than he seems--lets dig more into how he behaves, shall we? He's quite tame with you at first. If you didn't know any better, Dr. Flug would be as normal as ever in your eyes. He's pretty good at bottling up his obsession. This definitely comes into play as his obsession with you grows stronger by the day.

He's unsure of his feelings towards you at first. Dr. Flug soon recognizes it as love, and he can't get enough of you. He begins with small signs, such as asking you for help in his lab when he really doesn't need it. You also notice that he just happens to show up in the same room that you'd walk into. You viewed it as nothing but coincidence.

Flug grows increasingly worried for you as weeks pass, him still relishing in this new feeling. Unfortunately, this feeling did come with a bit of.. protectiveness, on his part. He still wanted you to visit his lab, yes, but.. maybe he could make his lab a bit more safe? Dr. Flug didn't want you to get hurt by something of his creation. The only thing worse than that would be if someone else hurt you. Which wouldn't happen. He hopes so, at least.

One day, though, he made a mistake. Flug had let you go on a mission with him, and a hero had hurt you. Whether it was a major or minor injury, he didn't care. Someone hurt you--your soft, delicate skin, your sweet smile, the sparkle in your eyes.. your eyes seemed dull now. And something in him sparked a fire that was trying to burn for weeks now.

Suddenly, the normally panicked mood that hung over his mindset completely disappeared. He didn't have time to overthink ever little thing he does--not now. But he didn't want to.. strike, not.. yet.

When Dr. Flug gets mad, he gets scary. Not in the way he was almost constantly angry with Demencia, no, this was a.. spiteful anger. That's the anger that made him the most dangerous. As mentioned before, he could choose when he wanted to be dangerous at any moment. And that moment was now.

Euthanasia could work, but it was too.. painless. Maybe something a bit more lethal would be better. He decided to create his own serum. If he injected the syringe with it in just the right spot in the neck, the hero would be suffering for hours. Perhaps days.. They would be gasping for air they couldn't receive, practically chugging their own blood, yet forced to stay awake during the whole process. Perfect, was it not?

Okay, he may have gone a little bit overboard. But in the end, he knew it would be worth it. You never found out. Why would you? He was much too careful for that. Dr. Flug simply played along, hearing the hero's name announced dead on the news with you. He played a fool, acting surprised. And it was enough to fool you.

Afterwards, though, he felt amazing. To completely get rid of someone's existence.. it was freeing. And the hero deserved it, anyway. The only obstacle in the way now was the challenge of having you to himself. With Dr. Flug's self-esteem, this goal was made generally impossible.

Though, a new idea came to him. A horrible, new, great idea. If Flug wanted you to himself, there was only one other way that came to him. There's no way you'd like him back, he was probably still pathetic in your eyes. So instead, he chose the more obvious choice of just whisking you away. Chloroform should do the trick, right..?

Waking up in Flug's dimly lit lab, tied to an office chair, not remembering the past 12 hours of your life was.. an experience. A horrifying one, at that. What did you even do to him that would make him want to kill you? You were nothing but nice to him, and.. part of you was actually starting to grow attached to him. You started to regret ever becoming a villain in the first place..

That was, until Dr. Flug tried his best to calm your nerves, explaining how he didn't want to hurt you. You could almost hear the sorrow in his voice, almost like he was hurt that you would even think that he would ever want to harm you. Noticing you were now significantly more calmer than before, he began relishing in the fact that you were now his.

Off the bat, he begins overloading you with compliments. Now that you know he likes you, he starts treating you like some sort of goddess. Ignoring the fact that he's holding you hostage, he treats you pretty well! He brings you in 3 meals a day from outside, gives you a warm bed to sleep in at night, all so that he makes sure you know he loves you. Another thing Flug does is make sure 5.0.5. doesn't see you. This portion is a bit difficult, but he gets by, and 5.0.5. just thinks you must've moved away. How peacefully ignorant.

For now, he intends on keeping you here until you gain some sort of stockholm syndrome, or until he finds a better place to keep you without the risk of you escaping. You find yourself wondering how long you're gonna last here.

[hello-summ3r]

reader, who is part of task force 141 is wrongly accused of being a traitor. but for some reason, despite all the torture they endured, they still forgive them.

hi guys :D im still quite new to tumblr and this is my first fic im gonna be starting. i have written before on ao3, wattpad, notes (for practise), a failed unfinished book so hopefully this will go well!

writers block may happen at some point because im kinda planning for it to be a series, if not, just a one-part fic. chances are, i wont have the energy to proof-read so if there are mistakes, please dont mind it :)

i got this idea from @ghostslittlegf . i have reblogged the post that they made that gave me the inspiration. <3

anyways, enough rambling, enjoy! <33

!tw! : t0rture, mentions of g0re, abvse, swearing, foul language, manipulation

part 1

it wasn't you. not your fault.

days pass, and all sense of time was lost for you. you don't know how long you have been bound to this chair for, and the same nauseating scent of old blood and soil was not making it any better.

the task force placed you in a holding cell underground. the entire place was empty; it was just you, and the chilling, hollow echoes of whatever slight movement you bore from the tight knots gnawing at your wrists and ankles. your skin was blistering from the constant friction of the jagged ropes and stinging. fear was eating you alive, consuming more and more of you as each day passed. hell, it felt like an eternity down here.

the task force, the previous week, had encountered a leak in information that meant the entire team was put under danger. they were sure it was someone within the base, as nobody else would just have access to such private information.

one day, you were just in the gym training when a few men took you aside, captain price at their heels. his eyes were dark and you could see levels of anger rising inside him. you were confused, obviously. had you done anything wrong? no, you hadn't. the next thing you knew, you were here. bound and restricted.

but you didn't do anything?

"you will tell us the truth, is that clear?" price spat as he bent down to meet your eye-level. behind him were 3 other people with pistols in their hand, loaded. you couldn't make out their faces as it was dimly lit.

"truth? what do you mean?" you question, utterly confused and a little scared of this situation. your eyes dart around the cell. you've never been down here before, and everything seems so foreign. the walls were slightly cracked, the large bricks uneven in placement. moss grew from the cracks, and the stench of wet soil creeped into your nose. it was cold and damp, and disgusting. these were the holding cells you never wanted to go down into, yet here you were, forced to be in one as a prisoner.

"dont play dumb." price sneered, his face closer to yours. you backed away instinctively, looking away to avoid his gaze.

"i really don't know what you mean..." you reply with some thought whilst slightly shaking your head, trying to make sense of this whole situation. price grabs at the arm-rests of the chair with some force. it startles you but you listen to him carefully.

"we know you betrayed us. that information that got leaked? yeah, well now the entire base is in danger. we're sabotaged, all because one little birdie decided to run their traitor mouths to enemy bases." he says, sing-songingly on the last part.

your eyes widen a little at such an accusation. never would you even think of betraying the task force. they were like family to you, and the accusation sickened you deeply. even the thought was sickening. "what? you're accusing me? but why!? what's your evidence?" you desperately pry for answers. all this was so sudden.

"oh, evidence? there's plenty of evidence, sweetheart." he replies, a sarcastic and irritated chuckle woven into his speech. he stands back up and looks back at the men behind him. he nods and they walk towards you.

"what? price...what are they doing?" you cry, your voice shaking and unstable out of fear. you watch as one walks behind you, the other two standing in front on either side. price walks away, pulling the cell door open and leaving.

"price? price! captain!" you yell, but no-one answers other than your screams that reverberate emptily off the cold, damp stone.

you wake to the sound of your cell door sliding open. it slams forcefully when it reaches the other side, which jolts you back into your senses. you blink away your exhaustion and look up at the dark figure that walks towards you. you try make out their face, and distinguish them as simon.

"simon...is that you?" you weakly mutter. your body was on the edge of breaking from the week-long physical and mental torture you had to endure.

he doesn't say anything and just walks towards you. his demeanor seemed calm and stoic but you knew what was about to happen. you took a deep breath to the best of your ability, your ribs hurting in the process, as you anticipated what he was going to do to you.

"listen, we've been a'this for a week now. you still refuse to tell us the truth. we've been too gentle with you. now, tell us the truth. or else i'll 'ave to resort to more...brutal ways." he stared at you, his gaze of pure rage that he managed to keep controlled.

"i'm innocent...i truly have nothing to say." you mumble, knowing it wasn't going to change anything.

suddenly, you feel the brute force of simon's fist against your cheek. you go limp at the pain of the punch, but you bite back tears.

"tell. me. the. truth." he demands, his voice becoming more stern and loud.

"i really don't have anything...i promise you the evidence against me are forged, and the accusations are false!" you whine, voice breaking.

another punch.

"i forgive you all for this...once you find out i'm truly innocent." you mumble with a sob in your voice, a warm, twitching smile on your face as tears brim in your eyes.

simon's eyes only narrow at you.

"i don't give a shit for whatever trickery you're pulling right now. i want the truth! so spit it out!" he demands again, just below a yell. you look away as you try contain your tears from the pain.

"i wont hesitate you batter you right now. i won't go easy like i did before, just a harsh hit here and there. tell the truth! the truth!" he yells this time, but you stay silent. your lip quivers as you try think of what to say, as you truly had no 'truth' to confess. you're not the traitor, you're innocent.

another hard blow hits your face, then another, and another. the abuse slowly turns into a result of his anger. simon had his denials, but the evidence changed his mind immediately. he was mad, infuriated that you betrayed the entire team, or at least, he thought.

"i'll forgive you, i promise." you choke under your breaking breath, trickles of blood running down from your nose and mouth.

"the truth!" he yells again before delivering another hit.

"i'll forgive you all...no matter what."

[minamcnab]

When I'm lonely, when life gets stressful, when I'm confused and disappointed 4n4 always waits for me. Even when I betray her for a few weeks she'll still be there. I let her t0rture me because she's the only one who cares for me when I need comfort.

Life would be so lonely without her. The only toxic relationship worth staying ✨

[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 12

Vader x Reader

a/n: IM BACK AGAIN lolll HAPPY HALLOWEEN GUYS!!! this one is getting into the territory of the vader comics- so just to update u: the timeline is after empire strikes back, so vader has met luke by now…. i hope u enjoy! and thanks for the support:)

Time to meet the Emperor

warnings: cursing, light t0rture, angst, harm, cannon typical violence

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The room was thick with palpable tension; Vader cringed with every step he took on the way to the Emperor’ throne. 

The sides of the room were lined with the emperor’s red guards, storm troopers, and other officials; today was definitely the day he was going to be made an example of. 

“Good evening, Master” he bowed to the cloaked figure in front of him. 

“Greetings Apprentice” he responded with that gravely voice Vader hated. 

“What matters have I been called to discuss?” Vader asked, slowly rising. 

Palpatine didn't immediately answer, instead he slowly rose from his throne and began to pace.

“The sith know that fear leads to anger…”

Vader felt his stomach drop, he hated hearing that.

“Anger leads to hate…”

Bright yellow eyes twitched under his helmet’s lenses. 

“And hate leads to strength…but you, my friend.” Papainte finally stopped in front of him 

“…Have simply wallowed in grief. You need to start all over again…”

Vader shifted his weight slightly as he felt a change in the force. 

“...With fear!” Palpatine growled with a disturbing smile as electricity shot from his withered fingertips.

Vader stepped back and ignited the red saber that was always by his side.

“At Least you are not too far gone that you forget to defend yourself” his master mocked. 

“Why? Why do you attack me master?” he asked, worriedly. 

“You were to turn Skywalker to the dark side” another in the room added.

Vader was too engaged with his master, he couldn't quite tell who was speaking. 

“Instead you let him escape. You were summoned to report to your emperor, but instead you left on a personal mission.”

Vader clenched his jaw as he felt the emperor’s electricity overpowering him. 

“You discovered a group of rebels led by a handmaiden on senator Amidala, whom you should have slaughtered, instead you let her escape.”

These men would never understand him. They would never try to either. 

“At best failure, at worst…treason”

The emperor halted in electrocuting his apprentice and spoke with a smile, “and what do we do with traitors?”

“We kill them”. 

Before he could answer Palpatine lifted him off of his feet with a powerful force chokehold.

Vader knew this wasn’t going to end well, even so he struggled against the emperor’s grasp as he clawed at the invisible hold around his throat. 

“But how can this be? You were the chosen one, were you not?” Palpatine asked mockingly as Vader convulsed at the electricity his master shot through his body.

“Destined to bring balance to the force!” Palpatine exclaimed.

He felt every piercing volt of electricity that coursed through his tired veins; he couldn’t hold on much longer.

“You are but a tool, Lord Vader… one that can be discarded once it no longer functions” his words pierced right through Vader's stone cold heart. He was nothing.

“You…you lied.” Vader managed to grit through his teeth.

“T-told me padme- told me I..” he struggled as Palpatine tightened his grip. 

The emperor monologued for a moment, but Vader couldn’t make out exactly what he said. 

“Let me teach you that fear again… maybe that will bring you back to power” he said with a sinister smile. 

Vader screamed as searing pain shot throughout his broken body. Palpatine had just crushed three of his prosthetic limbs as well as striking his chest box so his life support began to short circuit. He fell to the floor with a hard thud and howled in pain. He was at the mercy of his master. 

As he processed what had just happened, he realized his helmet had cracked as well; through the crack his pale, damaged skin and the piercing yellow of his left eye was now visible to any who dare look upon him. 

Palpatine emerged from the smoke and steam coming from the broken suit, “You must find yourself again, old friend. You must relearn the primary power above all else…”

Vader winced as the loose wires from his ports scraped the floor.

“or you must die”

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The intense heat of the gaseous planet suffocated Vader's senses as he faded in and out of consciousness while a pair of troopers dragged him across the rocky shores by the stumps of his arms. After Palpatine damaged his suit, the life support system was being faulty and the lack of oxygen was affecting the sith, but he was well aware of where he was… Mustafar.

what a cruel destination. 

His shoulders ached from the weight of his body and his legs were being raked over the hot coals of the shore. Soon he was harshly thrown down the slope heading towards the river of lava. A painfully familiar scene. 

He groaned in agony as his sore body rolled down the incline, resting him in a nearly identical spot he had been years before. His chest began to heave and lungs tightened as the traumatizing memories fled back to his broken mind. 

“The last time you were broken…I found you…and I rebuilt you” Palpatine’s sinister voice hackled as Vader suffered. 

The sith attempted to speak but the painfully familiar burn of Mustafar’s molten flames licked at his damaged stumps. He threw his head back against the hard shore and cried out; his left arm desperately grasping at the gravel beneath him.  

“This time…” Palpatine began.

How could one be so cruel?

“You must rebuild yourself” he smiled maniacally, before pulling Vader’s saber from his belt, “without this”.

Vader was left with the haunting view of the people who were supposed to be on his side, once more leaving him to burn on the scorching shores of the gaseous planet. 

how he longed for death.

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a/n: sorry this one is kinda short, but i kinda love how it turned out :) i have more coming soon and thanks again for sticking around!!

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