Hola, Doomers! Ask and thou shalt receive: here be the June of Doom 2026 prompt list for all your doomsday planning! All the good stuff's below the cut!
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Summary: Natasha and her girlfriend find themselves captured and at the mercy of an individual who wants nothing more than to break the Black Widow. And what better way to do that then torture the woman she loves in front of her while she is helpless?
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, torture (beatings, injury, blood, tools used to inflict harm), happy ending
Word count: 2,278
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The first thing you become aware of as you slip back into consciousness is the ringing in your ears, the pain in the side of your head and a strain in your shoulders. When you manage to open your eyes you find yourself staring up at your own hands which are chained up above you with the other end of the chain is wrapped around a large pipe, which explains why your shoulders ache.
You grunt softly as you readjust yourself, trying to get a better look at your surroundings. And that's when your gaze lands on your girlfriend Natasha, who is in the same predicament you are. Only she's still unconscious. You try to move closer to her with the intent to wake her, but the length of the chain doesn't allow much movement. You tug on them in frustration but of course they don't give, which leaves you with only one option
"Natasha" you call out in a harsh whisper, trying not to get your captor's attention. But she doesn't stir, so you try a different approach, "Tasha"
She groans and her eyes slowly open, it takes her a moment to actually come to and understand her surroundings but once she does her posture shifts and she tests the strength of the chains. Her eyes fall on you then, chained up just as she was and her gaze hardens
"Are you hurt?" she asks, her voice soft
You shake your head, "Nothing serious, bump on the head, strain in my shoulders"
She nods, "Yeah, me too. How long was I out?"
"Not sure, I was out too. Only came to about five minutes ago"
The heavy metal door to the room swings open then, letting in the bright UV-light from the hallway. You blink rapidly, trying to focus on the figure that lingers in the doorway. But right now all you can tell with certainty is that it's a man
"Ah, you're awake" he says almost gleefully, a thick Russian accent wrapped around his words, "Good"
He takes a few steps further into the room allowing you to see him now. He's tall, well built, middle aged, has a crooked nose that tells its been broken at least once, and has a scar across his left cheek. If you weren't in this situation you probably would have laughed, he looked like every modern Mafia stereotype rolled together. Ironic considering he was mafia
"They say you don't have a heart, Black Widow" he says, making your attention snap back to him, "Cold, calculated, an assassin through and through."
Her jaw clenches at his comment and she tries hard not to glance at you. He seems to notice this and smirks, taking a step closer to her. Close enough to touch her. He grabs her chin and forces her to look at you
"But see, your pretty girlfriend there tells me that's not true" he says, letting her go and stepping towards you
"Don't touch her" Natasha tells him, her voice firmer and darker than you've ever heard it, "I swear if you harm her- "
But he cuts her off with a laugh, "I am not afraid of you. I have you chained, you are defenseless"
Its your turn to laugh then, "She is never defenseless"
"We shall see" he sneers. Then your head snaps back due to a well placed punch. You can taste blood in your mouth and can tell your lip is split
"You son of a bitch!" Natasha growls, surging forward only to be stopped by the chains
He laughs and grabs a fistful of your hair, "I have hardly even begun"
You hiss at the sharp tug but don't flinch away from him, you know it's better to not show fear in these situations. You hold eye contact with him, which only makes him tighten his hold on your hair, but you don't flinch. He smirks at this and lets you go
"I am going to enjoy this" he mumbles to himself as he steps back slightly
He throws a punch that lands against your ribs, causing the breath to leave your lungs. And before you can suck in more air he punches you in your stomach, making you let out an oomph noise
"Enough!" Nat shouts, her voice wavering slightly
He sneers as he turns around and Natasha braces herself as he approaches her, "You are not in control here, I am! I say when it is enough!"
His fist connects with her cheek and she easily rolls with the punch. She'd taken hits before, worse hits too, this was nothing to her. And if it kept him from hitting you again then it was worth it. Unfortunately for her, he knows her game, and he has no intentions of playing into it.
He harshly grabs her chin a second time, "I can do whatever I want, and you can do nothing about it. Remember that"
He releases her and heads over to a small table in the corner of the room. The table hadn't seemed important earlier upon waking up, but now you and Natasha can see that laid out on it's surface are multiple instruments to cause pain. Some rope, a hammer, a lighter, an assortment of pliers, a small billy club, and a few knives. The thought of him using any of those on you makes Natashas skin crawl and she knows she has to find a way out of this situation, and fast
He takes a moment to look over the tool before he settles on the club. He walks back over and without any hesitation strikes the side of your knee with it. The force of the hit causes your knee to buckle and you let out a shout of pain. Natasha clenches her jaw at the sound and once again tugs at the chains, willing them to give as he swings the club again. This time he strikes your side, the same one he had punched earlier. There's a distinct sharp pain in your ribs and you know at least one is fractured if not broken as you let out a shout
"Stop!" Natasha yells, "Just tell me what you're after. Is it intel? Are you using us as leverage against the team? Just, tell me what you want"
He smiles a sinister grin that allows you to see his poorly cared for teeth and he turns to look at her, "This is what I want. I don't need your secrets, and you'd never truly give them anyway. And I couldn't care less about the Avengers. I just want to break you, Widow"
"I will kill you for this, for hurting her. And I will enjoy it" she growls, rage taking over her features, "She is not a tool to be used against me"
"She is now" he states plainly, heading back over to the table. He sets the club down, grabbing a knife instead.
You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself for whatever was coming next. He cuts open your shirt, leaving you bare except for your bra. The sudden exposure of cold air makes you shiver, but what really chills you is the knife he presses gently against your skin
Natashas eyes widen in fear and she can feel her heart plummet, "No, wait!"
But he doesn't, he drags the blade down down your abdomen. Its not a stab, which does carry some relief to both you and Natasha, but it is still a painful gash. Tears slip down your cheeks as he repeats the action two more times to separate areas of your abdomen. Natasha's gaze is fixed on the blood that runs down your skin and soaks into the waistband of your pants
The man steps back a bit to get a good look at his work and that's the opening Natasha had been waiting for. She grabs the chain holding her to that pipe and uses her body as a pendulum, swinging herself forward with all her strength. She moves with grace and fluidity, and wraps her calves around the man's neck. He stumbles backward, surprised by her actions and this lets her pull him in closer, choking him with her thighs now. He makes a choked sound and flails, causing the knife to clatter to the floor
"I told you not to touch her" she hisses, squeezing his throat hard with her powerful muscles
His hands grapple at her legs, trying to pry her off, but it's really no use, he's already struggling for air. It doesn't take long for his eyes to roll back and hip body go limp. When she's absolutely certain he isn't faking it she lets him go and his unconscious body tumbles to the ground with a thud.
"Are you okay?" she asks you, her eyes filled with concern
You nod, "I'll be fine once we're out of here"
You can tell by her expression that she doesn't quite believe that, but she first has to focus on getting herself then you out of the chains, then she can worry about you. She looks back up above where the chain is secured and notices that the pipe that once held her chains up has become slightly loose, likely due to her using her entire weight to swing forward. And that works very well in her favor.
She grabs the chains again and starts to swing, and after a few swings uses her agility to swing herself upside down. She gets her feet wrapped around the same pipe she's chained to, making it shake and loosen even more. You watch in awe she starts to tug on it, using her strength and gravity to eventually yank the pipe free. She crashes to the ground hard and you wince at the sound. She lets out a groan as she rolls to her side
"Tasha!" you shout, "Are you okay?!"
She groans but slowly gets to her feet, "I'm alright"
Now free from the pipe the chain easily slips off her hands and she quickly makes her way over to you. She cups your face in her hands and brushes away some of your lingering tears
"It's okay detka(baby), I've got you" she whispers soothingly
She gives your lips a quick kiss, not minding the taste of blood from your split lip. Then she retreats from you and heads over to the table. She grabs the rope and one of the smaller knives. She heads over to the man and grabs the knife still laying on the floor. In one quick motion she slices across his neck and then as if she hadn't just ended a man's life she calmly walks back over to you. She uses the small knife to pick the lock on your chain in record time, and catches you before you hit the floor
She gently helps you sit down and does her best to treat your still bleeding cuts, "I'm sorry, its my fault this happened to you"
"Its not your fault Tasha, it's his and his alone" you assure her
She shakes her head and blinks back tears, "He hurt you to get to me"
"And now he's dead."you state, "You didn't let him hurt me Tasha, and you're the reason we're free now. This isn't your fault"
"It feels like it is" she quietly admits
"It isn't" you assure her again, squeezing her hand
She lets go after a few moments in order to look over the rest of your injuries and when she's satisfied that you're not at risk she gets up and searches the man. She finds a cellphone in his pocket and immediately calls the Tower for backup, knowing they can track the call to the location.. Before hanging up she stresses to them that she wants a medic too
She comes back over to you and sits down, then she ever so carefully pulls you into her lap. She holds you close but not tightly, she doesn't want to cause any pain to your bruised areas or cuts. You settle against her, finally letting yourself feel at ease and she buries her face into the crook of your neck
"For a second there, I thought I was going to lose you" she whispers, her voice strained, "I was so scared"
"I'll need patched up, but I'm okay, Tasha" you assure her, wrapping your arm around her, "I'm okay"
A few hours later you and Natasha have both been rescued, taken back to the Tower, and patched up in the med bay. You required some stitches, and knee brace and have been given pain medication to take while on your ordered bed rest. Which means you're currently cuddled up in bed with your girlfriend.
You're curled up against her, resting your head on her shoulder and hugging your arm around her waist. She has her arm wrapped around yours too and her thumb is currently rubbing soothing circles on your hip. The scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils, and its just the calming piece of normality you needed
"I love you" you murmur
She carefully tightens her hold, still being careful of your injuries, "I love you too, Y/n, so damn much. And if I had lost you today…."
"Shh Tasha, I'm okay. You didn't lose me, so don't go there mentally okay? Be here with me now, don't think about the what ifs"
"That's easier said than done" she admits softly
"I know" you tell her, reaching up to cup her cheek
Like a cat seeking affection she leans into your touch, "Just keep holding me"
CW: noncon touch (non-sexual), intimate/obsessive villain, injury, threats, established history between characters
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*~*~*~*
There was nowhere left to run; the alley ended in brick, and Villain blocked the exit with infuriating ease.
“Go on,” Villain said, spreading their arms slightly and smiling mockingly. “Try.”
The bait was obvious. They both knew it.
Hero still lunged sideways anyway.
Villain's arm snaked around their waist before they'd made it two steps, dragging them effortlessly back into reach. A harsh shove next and Hero was sent crashing into the brick wall hard enough for stars to burst across their vision.
Before they could recover, Villain’s hand slammed beside their head, caging them in.
Hero sucked in a rattling breath.
Villain stood too close for comfort now. Rain clung to their lashes. Hero could smell smoke and steel and the faint copper tang of blood.
“You know,” Villain said thoughtfully, “I was actually starting to feel insulted.”
Hero swallowed hard, throat bobbing. “—What?”
“All that running.” Villain clutched at their chest in mock offence, wearing the smile of someone thoroughly enjoying their own performance. “After everything we’ve been through?”
Hero shoved at them.
Villain's hand closed around their wrist.
Hero jerked back. The grip didn't budge.
Without looking away, Villain lifted their captured hand and pressed their palm to their own cheek.
Hero tried to pull free.
Villain's fingers tightened.
"See?" they said softly. "Was that so difficult?"
Hero yanked uselessly against their grip. “Let go!”
“But you’ve finally stopped pretending.” Villain practically purred, tightening their hold just enough to make Hero wince. “I’ve been waiting all night for this part.”
Hero hated the way their breathing hitched.
Hated that Villain heard it too.
The alley felt unbearably narrow now. Villain seemed to fill it entirely, leaving Hero nowhere to look but at them. Hero couldn’t think around them properly when they got like this—soft-voiced and intent and terrifyingly patient.
Villain leaned closer. “Tell me something,” they murmured. “When did you realise you weren’t winning?”
Hero glared at them silently.
Villain smiled again. “Was it when I dislocated your shoulder?” They brushed their fingers lightly against Hero’s arm and Hero flinched violently before they could stop themselves. Villain’s expression sharpened with delight. “No, wait. That was later.”
“Go to hell.”
“That’s not an answer.”
Hero’s knees nearly buckled as another wave of dizziness rolled through them. Villain’s grip steadied automatically at their waist before they could fall properly.
Hero scowled. The bastard was right, but they didn’t have to rub it in!
“And yet,” the bastard Villain continued anyway, voice deceptively soft, “you’re still trying so hard not to beg.”
Hero stiffened.
A slow smile spread across Villain’s face, sharp with satisfaction.
“Oh, you hate that word, don’t you?”
Hero’s face burned with anger despite the cold rain. “I’m not begging you for shit.”
“No?” Villain asked mildly.
Their hand slid up slowly, fingers curling around Hero’s throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there possessively enough to make Hero’s pulse jump beneath their palm.
“You always sound so pretty when you’re desperate.”
Hero’s stomach dropped.
“Don’t—”
“Do you remember last winter?” Villain interrupted, malice dancing across their face. “Warehouse district. You had a collapsed lung.” Their thumb brushed lightly against Hero’s pulse. “You could barely breathe. Kept looking at me like you thought I might actually let you die.”
Hero looked away.
Villain caught their jaw immediately and forced them back.
“Ah-ah. Stay with me.”
Their voice had gone warm now. Interested.
“You said please six times that night.”
Hero’s face twisted with humiliation. “Shut up.”
“And then,” Villain continued like they hadn’t spoken, “you grabbed my coat and said—”
“I said shut up.”
“‘Please don’t leave me here!’”
Hero shoved at them again, weaker this time. More irrational than forceful.
Villain barely moved.
“Oh, that hit a nerve.” Villain sounded delighted. “You remember.”
Hero wished they didn’t.
Villain watched the shame crawl slowly across their expression and looked damn near reverent about it.
“That’s the thing about you,” they murmured. “You act so righteous until you’re cornered.” Their grip tightened slightly against Hero’s throat. “Then suddenly you remember how badly you don’t want to die.”
Hero’s breathing had gone uneven now. They could hear it themselves. Fast and shallow and humiliatingly frightened.
Villain could definitely hear it too.
They leaned closer still. “Go on.”
Hero stared at them.
“Ask nicely.”
“No,” Hero said too quickly.
Villain’s smile turned vicious.
“Oh, that was pathetic.”
Hero’s chest tightened painfully.
They hated this.
Hated how Villain could peel them apart piece by piece until there was nothing left except raw fear and instinct and the desperate need to get out.
Villain studied them for another long moment before sighing softly.
“You know,” they said, “I was going to break your ribs.”
Hero looked up sharply at that. Villain, meanwhile, appeared far more interested in tracing the line of their throat.
“But now I’m reconsidering.” Their thumb traced Hero’s pulse again. “Because this is much more entertaining.”
Hero swallowed against the hand at their throat.
Villain watched the movement with open interest.
"Go on," Villain said quietly. "You already know what I'm asking for."
Hero closed their eyes.
The rain continued to fall. Their shoulder hurt. Their legs hurt. Everything hurt. Standing felt difficult. Thinking felt difficult. Villain's voice seemed to fill the entire alley, leaving no room for anything else.
“Please,” Hero said finally, the word scraping out broken and quiet.
Villain closed their eyes briefly like they were savouring it.
Hero immediately hated themselves for saying it.
Villain looked positively euphoric.
“Again.”
Hero’s face burned.
“...Don’t do this.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
The rain hammered against the alley around them. Somewhere far away, sirens wailed faintly through the city.
Hero’s legs shook harder.
Villain waited patiently.
They knew they’d win this eventually. The absolute certainty of it was unbearable.
Hero looked away first.
“Please,” they whispered again, voice breaking. “Just—give me another chance.”
Villain went still for half a heartbeat.
Then they laughed softly, the sound warm with genuine pleasure.“God,” they murmured. “I could listen to that for hours.”
*~*~*~*
Scribbled this in the dead of night under circumstances that my lawyer has advised me not to discuss 😡😤 am gonna whack him with his damn hammer
this was supposed to be June of Doom No. 3, but according to several unreliable sources, including "the date," it is June 7.
We are ignoring this. Anyone attempting to inform me that a week of June has already passed will be launched directly into the sun. it all leads back to that glowing bastard eventually
General taglist (lmk if you want to be added or removed! <333): @stars-hide-our-fires
June of Doom 2025 | 15. "Please" (blindfold—fall—touch starved)
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Part 1
Hero didn’t realize they were falling until it was already too late. The world tilted, crooked and bent, and suddenly up was down and down was up—
Then, gentle hands caught them, steadying them with surprising ease.
“Hello, there,” said the Villain, voice smooth like silk and far too familiar.
Hero was too exhausted to muster annoyance. All they wanted was to postpone their inevitable collapse until they were back home, ideally face-down on the thin mattress in the corner of their room. But encounters with villains never ended with rest. Usually, they meant losing the little sleep Hero was allowed to have.
“Please,” they mumbled, blinking heavily. “I need to get home.”
“I’m here to help, love,” Villain patted them on the head. “You almost sound that you forgot my little promise.”
Oh. That.
Even though seeing Villain’s place was a tempting offer, Hero didn’t have time for that.
“I can’t,” they said, rubbing their eyes. “I have to be back at work in four hours.”
They checked their watch again, as if it would change anything. They really needed to go. Any second wasted here was another blow to their already sleep-deprived body.
“I called to your job and said you’re sick.”
“No you didn’t!”
“Yes I did. Told them you’ve come down with something nasty and shouldn't be out in this weather. They were quite sympathetic, actually.”
Hero fumbled for their phone, panic prickling up their spine. "You didn’t. You can’t just—this is bad, Villain. I need to fix this—"
Villain caught their wrists gently, pulling their hands away.
“People are dying, Villain.” Hero failed to keep their voice steady.
“Yes. And they’ll keep dying. With or without you running around. You can’t stop that.”
“But—“
“No buts. You don’t have to die with them today. Now, come.”
Hero didn’t know what urged them to comply, but they did. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the softness in Villain’s voice. Either way, they didn’t resist as Villain guided them to their car, almost savouring the gentle touch on their wrist.
Villain opened the driver’s side door and picked up two black cotton bands from the seat.
“The blindfold?” asked the Hero.
“So you do remember.”
“What is the second one for?”
“Your hands.”
“We didn’t agree on this.”
“I don’t want your picky fingers anywhere near the blindfold.”
This was stupid idea. Letting the Villain blindfold them, tie them up… they were stupid. Yet they turned and clasped their hands behind their back. “Don’t make me regret this.”
“I can’t promise that.”
The knot wasn’t anywhere near tight. Hero could probably wriggle out with little effort, if they wanted. They stayed put.
The ride was quite long, but the Hero suspected Villain took some unnecessary turns to further confuse them—not that it would be needed. Exhaustion fogged Hero’s thoughts until they couldn’t focus on anything except the quiet hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of bumps in the road.
At some point, they dozed off, the black blindfold grounding them in comfortable darkness—and soon after, they were rudely waken up again, when the car stopped and the humming sound of the engine died.
Hero felt Villains touch on their arms, as they guided them to lean forward, their fast fingers working on the binds to release their hands.
“And my eyes?”
“Not yet.”
They were helped out of the car, steady hands keeping them from stumbling as they were led forward.
“Careful. Stairs.”
Inside, once the door shut behind them, it finally weighted down on Hero what they have done: this was very, very stupid idea. They stood motionless, blindfolded, heart hammering. I’m so dead.
But the Villain quickly undid the knot on the blindfold. The soft piece of fabric slipped from their face and fell to their shoulders.
Hero blinked.
The space was... beautiful. All the windows were covered with blinds or heavy curtains, but the interior was spacious, clean, and warm. So unlike the chaos Hero usually associated with Villain’s name.
Villain gently took their hand and led them further in, to the bedroom. “On the bed.”
“Do you like bossing me around like that?”
“Very much.”
Hero laughed, startled by the sound of it. This was getting ridiculous. They shouldn’t be here. The villain shouldn’t be doing this.
But that was the thing about villains. They never cared about what they should or shouldn’t do.
Villain climbed onto the bed behind them and, with a quiet sigh, wrapped their arms around Hero’s torso.
Hero didn’t mean to lean into it… yet they did. They were so tired. Every muscle in their body ached, each bone felt brittle… and the Villain was so warm. They felt tickling breath on their neck, beautifully slow, even and calm.
“When you wake up,” Villain murmured, barely above a whisper. “I will make you watch a cheesy rom-com while I prepare you a breakfast.”
Hero laughed softly. It sounded perfect.
“You want to poison me?” they teased.
“Come on, again?” Villain’s hand moved, slowly rubbing circles into their shoulder blade.
“It is fair for me to assume-”
“Don’t be stupid.”
They shifted behind Hero, not pulling away. Just adjusting, pressing closer, like they could warm Hero from the outside in. Their hand settled at Hero’s chest now, over their heart. Hero’s never been held like this—ever. And they knew, by now, they would always let Villain tie their hands and cover their eyes, if it meant to be touched like this.
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Hello again! Has it been a whole year already? I swear, this year’s June of Doom ‘26 💚 has snuck up on me 😅 I’ve had a year to prepare and I have not even looked at the prompted properly until mid May. BUT! I haven’t done one of these bad boys since Kinktober, and I always love working on things for some of my (hopefully our) favourite ATJ blorbos who don’t get as much love as they deserve.
I’m doing the whole 30 day challenge again. This year’s focus will be on: Kraven the Hunter (2024), Bullet Train (2022), Nosferatu (2024), The Fall Guy (2024), 28 Years Later (2025), and Fuze (2026). I might try out a few other ATJ characters I haven’t tried before along the way, so keep an eye out for those if you are a fan of any other ATJ characters 🫶
This isn’t replacing the fic poll I put up in May asking what y’all wanted: I am currently working on a novel-length Tangerine x Reader fic with First Time vibes, which has been my most requested ask on Tumblr for about 18 months now, and has won a couple of polls. It’s the kind of fic that I want to fully write before I start dropping chapters, so, in the meantime… smaller fics and events!
I’ll also be dropping some crossover fics that me and precisely 2 other people like (/lh /aff) as Tangerine x Sergei is just. In my head now 😌 With (and without) various Readers. I’ll also be keeping up with my regular weekly chapter of Devotee (Gladiator II, Caracalla x Reader x Geta) throughout June of Doom~
If you enjoy, please consider leaving a little like here, or even better, a kudos over on AO3 💚 I write for myself, but I edit for y’all 😅 Otherwise these would stay a semi-coherent mess on my PC.
Can’t wait for this year’s fics? Check out my 30 days, 30 fics June of Doom 2025 completed masterlist.
30 days, 30 fics: June of Doom 2026
Like my work? Check out my other fics and master lists. Primarily writing for Aaron Taylor Johnson, Fred Henchinger, Brad Pitt, and Mathew Baynton characters. Slash (canon x canon), het and gender neutral x Reader (never y/n). Some original works shared.
Day 01: Out of the ashes | Kraven the Hunter | M | Sergei/Dmitri | unfair fight
A year after Nikolai Kravinoff’s death, Sergei returns home expecting to find the remnants of his father’s empire crumbling apart. Instead, he finds Dmitri waiting for him.
Day 02: Let her go | 28 Years Later | T | Jamie/Isla | you have to let me go + drowning
On one rare lucid night, Isla asks Jamie for one final trip beyond the village walls – back to the shoreline where they once dreamed of surviving together.
Day 03: Don't look back | Fuze | M | Will/Karalis | deception + misunderstanding + trapped
After a decade of careful planning, Will and Karalis are finally free. When Will follows Karalis to his new reserve in hopes of finally putting into words whatever they have been dancing around for so long, he realises that Karalis has other plans.
Day 04: Say her name (not your goodbyes) | Nosferatu | T | Friedrich & Reader | I won’t leave you + dragged + blankets
Friedrich does not want to go on without his Anna. When Friedrich Harding walks into the crypt where Anna and their children lie, grief already consuming him, you refuse to allow him to surrender and join them in their final resting place.
Day 05: Hold on | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/GN!Reader | grief
Tangerine is ready to burn the whole train down after finding Lemon bleeding out in Kyoto. From the other end of the phone, you do everything you can to keep grief from turning him into a dead man walking.
Day 06: The cost of being kept | Kraven the Hunter | M | Dmitri & GN!Reader, Sergei/Reader | forced to watch
You have always known that Sergei would come for you, should someone be foolish enough to actually try and kidnap you. You just never expected to be taken alongside Sergei’s brother.
Day 07: The sound of Survival (1 of 3) | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/Ladybug | buried alive + can you hear me
When the shinkansen derails and Tangerine becomes trapped in the wreckage, he’s convinced this is how he and Lemon will reunite, until a voice through the wreckage gives him hope.
Day 08: Not random material (1 of 3) | Kraven the Hunter x Bullet Train | E | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | revenge + collared
You have always known that Nikolai does not pay randoms. Not for his boys. Not for anyone. When you are taken, survival is no longer something theoretical. Suddenly, the lessons meant to keep you alive begin to look a lot like preparation for something far worse.
Day 09: Damage control | The Fall Guy | T | Tom/Reader | I made a mistake + crying + broken glass
In the aftermath of Colt Seavers’ fall, you find Tom Ryder drunk, shaking, and ready to confess everything. Loving Tom has always meant cleaning up his messes – even when Tom himself is ready to confess his sins.
Day 10: Echoes of wreckage (2 of 3) | Bullet Train | T | Pairing | where am I? + handcuffs
Tangerine deals with the aftermath of the train derailment.
Day 11: Reasons to survive | MCU | T | Pietro/Reader | left for dead
You should have left once you pulled him from the rubble. Instead, you somehow end up babysitting a concussed Pietro Maximoff while he insists on flirting through the pain, the panic, and the dust still settling around you both.
Day 12: ??? | Fuze | M | Will/Reader | don’t life to me
Ten years after the loss of his squad in Afghanistan, Will starts slipping into a silence you can’t follow. You refuse to let him go without a fight.
Day 13: ??? | Nosferatu | M | Friedrich/Reader | I just want to forget
In the dim receiving rooms of a London brothel, Friedrich Harding comes seeking forgetfulness. Instead, you offer him privacy, quiet, and a hand to hold while the memories refuse to fade.
Day 14: ??? | Fuze | M | Will/Reader | you’ll have to do better than that + darkness + trembling
There is blood on the bed. Bruises already beginning to form around your throat. Terror in his eyes that has nothing to do with you and everything to do with the ghosts he brought home from Afghanistan. You have waited too long to get him back to let him run now.
Day 15: ??? (2 of 3) | Bullet Train x Kraven the Hunter | M | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | you’ll be ok. Maybe. + touch starved
Rescue comes from an unexpected place.
Day 16: ??? | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Reader | take me instead + kidnapping
There’s nobody in the world more important to Tangerine than Lemon is. Not even you. Somewhere between Covent Garden and Piccadilly Circus, you realise someone is following you. When the opportunity presents itself, you make your decision without hesitation. If only one of you gets to walk away safe, you already know who it has to be.
Day 17: ??? (3 of 3) | Bullet Train x Kraven the Hunter | M | Nikolai/Reader; Tangerine/Reader | I’m worried about you + nightmares
Tangerine helps you deal with the aftermath of captivity.
Day 18: ??? | 28 Years Later | T | Jamie/Reader | how long have you been like this?
You were supposed to turn three seconds after the bite. It’s been nearly three months.
Day 19: ??? | Bullet Train | T | Tangerine/Ladybug | carry + regret + (mistaken) major character death + whatever happens…
Ladybug is halfway to drinking himself unconscious in a Kyoto izakaya when a dead man walks back into his life. Tangerine just wants to know what the hell he did in a past life to deserve this.
Day 20: ??? | Kraven the Hunter | T | Sergei/Reader | I’ll be fine
When you find Sergei injured, alone, and bleeding on the forest floor with the poachers that did this still out there, you know what you have to do.
Day 21: ??? | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | heatwave + dissociation
The hottest day of the year leaves London sweltering beneath an endless blue sky. In your kitchen, Will stares out the window and disappears somewhere thousands of miles away.
Day 22: ??? (3 of 3) | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Ladybug | you’re still you + disability + recovery
Tangerine struggles to adapt to his injuries.
Day 23: ??? | Project Hail Mary x The Fall Guy | T | Colt & Ryland; Colt/Tom | unreliable + you promised + plea
“I’m so, so very angry at you right now, Ryland. You promised. Me and you against the world. It’s only been a year, and you’ve already missed so much. Fuck. That’s… give me a second, that’s not really… sunk in yet. You’re going to miss everything. I was wrong. I can’t do this.”
Day 24: ??? | Nosferatu | M | Friedrich/Reader | drugged + locked door
When Friedrich hears that you have been indulging in an improper pastime, he takes steps to ensure that such unseemly behaviour does not continue.
Day 25: ??? (1 of 3) | Bullet Train | E | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | this is all my fault + confession + pushed away
Eighteen months after walking away from Tangerine and the mess he made of your relationship, you wake up handcuffed to your own bed with your ex standing over you like nothing ever changed.
Day 26: ??? (2 of 3) | Bullet Train | E | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | you’re only making it worse + obsession
When Ladybug returns to find a new guest in Tangerine’s safehouse, he decides it’s time to set a few things straight.
Day 27: ??? (series part 1 and 3) | Kraven the Hunter | E | Sergei/Reader | you’re pathetic + kneeling + muzzled
“Maybe you’re more of a sweet puppy than a pathetic little stray after all.”
Day 28: ??? (3 of 3) | Bullet Train | M | Tangerine/Reader/Ladybug | obsession
You and Ladybug can at least agree on one thing: Tangerine means everything.
Day 29: ??? | Nocturnal Animals | M | Ray/Reader | trust me + forbidden love + doubt
The chain is long enough to let you pretend. Long enough to reach the doorway, but not the outside. . Long enough to make you obedient. Long enough to give you hope.
Day 30:??? | Fuze | T | Will/Reader | I thought you were dead
After months of being treated like a suspect in the wake of the London explosion, you finally track your missing husband down to Karalis’ nature reserve – and discover that Will never intended for you to find him at all. Furious, heartbroken, and very much not ready to forgive him, you decide that if Will wants his marriage back, he is going to have to earn it.
June of Doom 13: Electrocution + August of Whump 8: Defiance
Masterlist
CW: Electric torture
“You could avoid this, you know. Just do what I want and you won’t have to go through anything more.”
Whumpee just snarled in response.
Whumper shrugged lightly, as if they were agreeing to disagree on what ice cream flavor was the best instead of deciding to torture someone over a totally reasonable lack of cooperation.
Whumper flipped a switch. Whumpee screamed as pain ripped through them. They saw stars. They lost control of their movement as their muscles spasmed.
It went on for several seconds that felt like hours, and then Whumper flipped it back off.
“Changed your mind yet?”
No, Whumpee thought, but didn’t deign to give them an answer. Whumper took their silence as the negative it was.
Again, white, searing pain, and a loss of control over their own body as the electricity ran through them.
“You gonna cooperate now?” Whumper checked in.
Whumpee called Whumper a choice insult, in a voice that was now significantly weaker than their will.
The soreness of muscles overtaxed by electrical stimulation was drowned out by a brighter, more acute pain as Whumper shocked them again. “I can do this a lot longer than you,” Whumper said before turning it off once more. “Either you can give in to me, or we can continue until you lose consciousness.”
Whumpee glared. There wouldn’t be much point in feigning unconsciousness if their reaction to the next bout of electricity would give them away anyway. But they weren’t giving in to this. They would have to hope unconsciousness came sooner rather than later.
Juneofdoom 2025: 18 “How long have you been like this?” @juneofdoom
No one’s POV.:
“I really think you should go home, Innie”, Seungmin hummed, guiding the younger to sit down at the desk of the studio. The pair had been practicing their lines for the upcoming album for barely an hour but Jeongin’s voice already sounded strained and he had started coughing frequently about ten minutes ago. Handing the maknae his water bottle, Seungmin frowned: “What’s going on? You seemed fine earlier?” – “I dunno”, Jeongin muttered, clearing his throat, “I did feel fine earlier. What is happening to me?” – “Hm, what exactly are you feeling?”, the older hummed, brushing the backs of his fingers against Jeongin’s forehead. Closing his eyes, the maknae breathed: “I feel really weak and shaky all of a sudden, my head hurts and I dunno why my throat is so meh.” – “You’re really warm and you sure you felt alright this morning”, Seungmin pushed, rubbing the other’s back when he started coughing again. With a defeated nod, Jeongin slumped back in his seat and rasped: “Honestly, I really wanna go home and lay down.”
Hearing this statement from their usually workaholic maknae was enough to ring the alarm bells for Seungmin and he quickly called a cab to take the younger back to his dorm. “Do you want me to text Chan-hyung and let him know?”, he offered but unsurprisingly, Jeongin shook his head and mumbled: “Don’t wanna worry hyung. Not with the approaching deadlines. What am I gonna do if my voice keeps fucking up? I won’t be able to record well.” – “That’s something we’ll figure out when the time comes”, Seungmin reminded, grabbing both of their backpacks, “Let’s focus on getting you home first and then we can think about the rest. I will have to text manager-nim though. If your fever keeps rising at this pace, he’ll have to make some changes to your schedule.”
“Hyung, the only illness coming on this fast would be the flu…”, Jeongin whispered as he collapsed into his seat, sluggishly fumbling with his seatbelt. Biting his lip, Seungmin nodded. The thought had already crossed his mind. That was also why he had decided to accompany the younger to the apartment he shared with Chan. If it was really the flu, Jeongin would be declining further and at a rapid pace. There was no way he could leave the younger to his own devices. Tapping around on his phone, Seungmin muttered: “I know, Innie. Manager-nim thinks so too. We’ll work something out, don’t worry about it. All you need to focus on, is resting and recovering well. Have you been taking your vitamins?” – “I-I think so? Might have forgotten once or twice with how busy we were but yeah”, the younger mumbled as he closed his eyes. The movement of the car making him dizzy.
By the time they arrived, Jeongin could barely keep himself on his feet, most of his weight being supported by Seungmin, who had slung the younger’s arm across his shoulders. “My head’s killing me”, Jeongin groaned slumping against the wall of the elevator as the doors closed with a much too loud ‘ding’. Luckily, the members visited each other so frequently, that they knew each other’s door codes, so that Seungmin could let them both in. Guiding the maknae to the couch, he hummed: “Let me take off your shoes and then I’ll help you to bed.” – “Please make it stop, hyung”, Jeongin whimpered, covering his face. It was hard to tell, whether the glossy look in his eyes were tears or his fever showing. Seungmin’s heart ached for his dongsaeng but there was little he could do, so he gently tugged the sneakers off the other’s feet and hoisted him up.
“Do you wanna change your clothes?”, Seungmin offered when they made it to Jeongin’s room. The maknae shook his head and breathed: “Jus’ bed. Sleep.” – “Alright, here. Lay down”, Seungmin cooed, easing the younger down on the edge of the mattress, “I really do think, I should call Chan-hyung though. Manager-nim probably already told him. Maybe that’s why your phone has been buzzing like that all the time.” With Jeongin too out of it to argue, Seungmin helped him lay down properly and dialed Chan’s number while he went to fetch some medicine. Unsurprisingly, the leader already knew the gist of what was happening and promised he’d come home as early as possible and finish editing at home, so he could keep an eye on their dongsaeng. Seungmin would have to return to the company building though because his schedules too had been altered in an attempt to accommodate Jeongin, so the maknae would be alone for a couple of hours.
To make sure, Jeongin would handle it alright, Seungmin made him take his medicine and adjusted the a/c in his bedroom, leaving the younger with a cold cloth on his forehead and his phone charging on the nightstand next to his water bottle. “Innie?”, he tried, “I need to go back but Chan-hyung will only be a couple more hours, yeah? Rest well.” Unsure whether Jeongin had heard him or was already too far into dreamland, Seungmin also wrote him a note and stuck it to his dongsaeng’s phone before leaving to get back to work.
To Chan’s surprise, the place was dark and quiet when he returned. He had expected Jeongin to be curled up on the couch, a comfort movie playing to distract himself from his misery but no, not a sound to be heard. Quietly kicking off his shoes, Chan left his laptop on the dining table and made his way to his dongsaeng’s room. The pitiful sounds Jeongin made in his sleep still surprised him though and he gently felt the boy’s forehead, wincing at the heat. He startled when the younger glanced up at him. “Hey, Innie”, the leader whispered, “How’re you feeling?” – “You’re home, hyung? How was your flight?”, Jeongin yawned, voice low and crackling with congestion. Furrowing his brows, Chan muttered: “Which flight? I was at the studio, love.” – “With Minho-hyung, right? He was gonna make dumplings.” – “I was with Changbin and Jisung today. When did he say that?”, the leader hummed, earning a tired shrug, “You’re a little out of it, huh? How long have you been like this?” – “Like wha’?”, Jeongin yawned, massaging his throat.
“Your temperature is through the roof. How are you feeling?”, Chan cooed worriedly. The water bottle still sat untouched on the nightstand. Handing it to Jeongin, Chan encouraged: “Here, drink something. Your brain is fried.” – “Like chicken?”, the maknae pouted but obediently finished half of his drink. Running his fingers through Jeongin’s hair, the leader smiled: “You still didn’t tell me how you feel.” – “You asked me…? Oh… I’m okay. Everything hurts though, head, throat, body, …”, Jeongin slurred, “The water is nice on my throat.” – “You can finish it, I’ll get you more if you need more”, Chan promised, “Are you hungry, Innie?” Shaking his head, the younger closed his eyes. “You could have another dose of medicine if we got something in your tummy”, the Aussie reasoned but Jeongin shook his head again.
Burying his face in his pillow, Jeongin tried to muffle the grating cough that tore up his throat but Chan could still hear how painful it had to be. The eldest nudged him with the water bottle and cooed: “Come on, maknae-yah. Finish your drink and then I’ll go find you some lozenges for your throat.” – “Can’t you just put me out of my misery, hyung?”, Jeongin choked out, scrubbing his face with a strained laugh. Had Chan not known the younger as long as he had, he might even have been fooled by the boy’s attempts at hiding his tears but he wasn’t. “Sorry, Innie, no can do”, the leader smiled as he wrapped his arm around Jeongin’s shoulders, “I’ll do my best to make it better though, yeah? We still have some leftover rice. You’re gonna eat that and then, we’ll get you medicated and all cozy on the couch with a movie to distract you while we wait for the medicine to kick in.”
“You didn’t mention the dizziness”, Chan commented, arms wrapped tightly around Jeongin’s waist to keep him from toppling over. Nails desperately digging into his hyung’s biceps, Jeongin whimpered: “I didn’t know. For fuck’s sake, I was fine this morning.” With relative ease, Chan picked the younger up and carried him to the couch, instructing: “Stay put. I’ll get some rice.” Shivering pathetically, Jeongin drew his knees up to his chest and pulled the quilt off the back of the couch to wrap it around his shoulders. He didn’t even realize he had started to cry until he felt Chan’s hands on his cheeks, brushing away the tears. “What’s wrong?”, the leader frowned, hands still cupping Jeongin’s fever-flushed cheeks, “Talk to me, Innie. How can I help?” – “I-I”, the maknae hiccupped, “I jus’ feel s-so bad.” His breath caught in his throat, sending him into a painful coughing fit.
“Hyung, the comeback”, Jeongin cried once he had caught his breath. Shaking his head, Chan sighed: “Don’t worry about the comeback for now, Innie. Hyungs will figure that out. All you need to do is take it easy and get better. Stressing out isn’t going to help with that.” – “But-“ – “No buts”, the Aussie denied, “We’ll do just fine. We’ve handled members getting sick shortly before or during comebacks. With how things have been going, we’re perfectly on time so far, so we can figure it out.” Covering his face with his sleeve, Jeongin sniffled: “Isn’t that hard when you gotta be here with me because I can’t even remember to drink some fucking water by myself?” – “Oh, your brain is starting to function again”, Chan chuckled, “So it was mainly dehydration. Thank goodness. Innie, first of all, you’re more important than work, secondly, I got my laptop and will catch up on work when you sleep and thirdly, the flu is no joke. I don’t blame you for being out of it but let’s see if we can bring that fever down a bit, so you can rest more comfortably.”
Though his appetite was none existent, Jeongin forced down a few bites of rice because he didn’t want to inconvenience Chan further. He obediently swallowed the pill the leader handed him and startled when he was pulled into a tight hug. “Stop overthinking”, Chan warned, resting his chin atop his dongsaeng’s head, “I can hear your mind racing from here. Everything will work out, I promise.” With a hoarse sigh, Jeongin relaxed into his hyung’s embrace and breathed: “I know and I trust you it will, I jus’ – I can’t help it.” – “Do you want me to make you some tea? Your throat sounds shredded”, the leader offered but Jeongin shook his head, mumbling: “Can you jus’ stay like this for a little? If it doesn’t delay your work too much.” – “Oh, it won’t. Don’t worry”, Chan beamed as he tightened his hold on the maknae, “I’ll gladly stay like this, however long you want me to.”
"God fucking damn it!" Hero slammed their foot against the door of their cell, the metal clanging loudly in their ears. "I swear to fuck, if you don't open this door right now-!"
They slammed their foot again. And again. And again. "Superhero, if you don't let me out right now-!"
They refused to cry, even out of frustration. Even if they were angry tears, Hero would not shed them. This wasn't fair... This wasn't fair, goddammit! Superhero did not get to teach Hero all the things they knew, only to lock them up using those same techniques. Superhero had no right to betray them, after they showed so much care for them. And Superhero certainly had no right to tell them that humanity was good and that heroes served to protect, only to back out of their promise when it mattered the most. They had no right.
When their feet were tired, Hero decided to pound their fists, not caring how much it hurt. After a while, they decided to take a short break and slammed their head against the door gently and exhaled loudly.
Are there even any guards outside? Or has Superhero abandoned me completely?
"It's no use, young one."
Hero jumped and swished their head behind them. Their eyes focused on the dark corner of the cell, their heart nearly jumping out of their throat when they realized someone was there, sitting in the corner, watching.
"Who are you and how long have you been there?" Hero demanded, getting goosebumps at the thought of not noticing someone watching her try repeatedly and fail to gather someone's attention. Especially in a small cell like this.
The figure let out a small chuckle. "Oh dear. I did not realize the heroes would've forgotten me so quickly."
Hero's eyes widened and they took a small step back. "Supervillain."
The figure grinned and stood up slowly, taking their time as Hero followed their movements with wide eyes. "That's right." The long figure of the villain stretched with a satisfied groan, their eyes meeting the hero's.
"But, but you disappeared." Hero's voice was meek to their own ears. Supervillain grinned.
"Is that what your beloved mentor told you?"
At the mention of Superhero Hero felt another wave of rage washed over them. "Yeah." They growled. "...Of course they did." They huffed and turned away, tears threatening to spill at this other act of betrayal. To lock them up was one thing. But to lock them up with Supervillain, of all people. That was a new level of low.
"There's no need to be afraid." Hero flinched at the sudden hand on their shoulder. "I believe we're on the same side now."
"Hah." The hero sniffed and wiped their eyes quickly. "Apparently."
The most feared villain Hero knew mercifully ignored their tears. Their hand stayed on their shoulder, squeezing slightly.
"Not to worry," they could feel the other's smile and shivered, "I have a plan."
