#sinful asks

OH MOST OF THEM, but they’d all go about it differently.

NSFW 18+

Sinister: He’s not even shy about it. He pulled them off of you, and there’s a good chance you’re not getting them back unless he likes them enough that he wants to see you in them again—but there’s also a good chance that he literally ripped them off, so you couldn’t wear them again anyway. His job is… we’ll say paid very well, so he’ll happily just buy new for you. The fancy expensive kind (exactly to his personal tastes. He likes knowing that the other variants know who bought it for you when they see you in it). Doesn’t see the issue.

If you haven’t slept with him, he’s less likely to specifically steal your panties. He lives across the hall from you, pining away, but if he breaks into your apartment he’s more likely to leave things behind than he is to steal anything. Little gifts that fit in with stuff you have, but you can’t remember buying. Or if he’s really worked up, you might wind up with a human heart oozing blood in the middle of your bed. (That said, he’s on his very best behavior at first in an attempt not to scare you off until you’re too endeared to him to run away, so he’ll only do this if he’s desperate. It’s a very high display of affection for him)

Mohawk: He’s another one who is more likely to take them during/after sex. Very much a *puts your panties in his pocket and tells you, “You’re not getting these back,”* kind of guy.

If you haven’t had sex with him, but you have him in your apartment for any other reason, if he happens to see a pair of your panties (either you let him explore and he wandered into your bedroom, you’re folding laundry, whatever the case may be) he will hold them up for you to see and flat out tell you he’s taking them. This is his idea of flirting. He thinks he’s charming. (And he feels like if you’re willing to fuck him after this kind of behavior that you’re less likely to leave him, since you already have some idea of what a shit he is)

Lensless: Honestly not a big panty thief. If you have sex with him and end up leaving your panties behind, he’ll keep them and probably use them to jerk off (might even put them in his mouth as a gag), but he’s less likely to actively steal them.

If you haven’t had sex with him, he’s not likely to steal them. If there’s a laundry mix up of some kind and he ends up with a pair of your panties, he’s coming straight to your door to give them back… and he’s grinning like the devil at your blushing face when he does.

Shiesty: Like Mohawk, he’s another proud panty thief who makes a show of keeping them as a trophy if he decides to steal them after you fuck him. Has a big grin when he does it—he will hold them high over your head if you try to snatch them back from him. Unlike Mohawk, he may actually give them back to you eventually. That said, he’s stealing another pair. He does this specifically to piss you off, but he still wants you to wear the cute panties he likes, so he won’t hold them hostage forever.

If you haven’t had sex with him, he’s not stealing your panties. If he’s in any position to see your panties when they’re not on you (a laundry situation perhaps), he’ll pick them up and look at them, imagine how you look in them, but then he’ll put them back before you know what he’s doing. He very much hopes to see you in them at some point to compare with his imagination.

Omni: If you’ve had sex with him, he’s unlikely to steal them. If you leave them behind, he’s actually likely to wash them with his laundry and give them back to you. He loves this, because it’s a great excuse to subtly talk to you about sex again, while still looking like the good guy for returning them to you.

If you haven’t had sex with him, he’s actually more likely to steal them if presented with the opportunity (particularly a laundry incident). He’s definitely using them to jerk off. He will try to sneak them back to you after you do start having sex with him, though. He’d be fucking mortified if you ever found out.

Markus: The least likely to steal your panties regardless of whether you’ve had sex or not. They’re just clothing, he doesn’t care. He’s more focused on taking them off of you than he is on keeping trophies. That said, he is one of the worst offenders when it comes to ripping them. If you’re having sex with him, he does not recognize or care if they’re expensive. If you don’t want them torn off of your body like tissue paper, take them off before he gets the chance, dear god.

Retro: WORST OFFENDER. Will proudly steal them from you almost every time you have sex. Even if you have sex away from the apartment, even if you’re wearing a dress or a skirt, he will make you go commando for the whole trip back. This little freak keeps a whole drawer for just panties that he’s stolen from you. If you find the drawer and find panties that went missing before you were fucking him, he has zero shame about it. He doesn’t see what the big deal is since you ended up fucking him anyway.

If you HAVEN’T had sex with him yet, he WILL break into your apartment while you’re not home to steal your panties (he broke in while you were sleeping once just to find Sinister standing over you like a fucking sleep paralysis demon. It was scary, and he does not want a repeat). The first thing he does in your apartment is sift through your underwear drawer, then he’ll walk around feeling the fabric between his fingers while he studies your apartment for what you like, how you’re feeling, any information he can glean about you. Empty fridge? There’s a good chance he could run into you at you at the nearest grocery store, so he’s going to hang out there in the hopes of making the meeting feel natural. Keeps your panties in his pocket while he’s stalking you, and will have full conversations with you while your panties are in his fucking pocket.

A haze of perfume and putrefaction hung about the Lord like a shroud, the very air seeming to recoil with each breath he took. His eyes, venom-slick and glimmering with something far too awake, fixed on the Madam. The laughter that spilled from his throat was not joy, but a sound scraped from something cruel. He folded his hands over his front with mock serenity, spine straightening with a regal grace that made his smile all the more unnatural.

“Do I?” he crooned, voice dipped in amusement. He turned the question over in his mouth like a wine he already knew was poisoned. “What a tragic misreading…”

His shoulders lifted in a half-hearted shrug, a pantomime of indifference. “Misunderstood, I think, is the kinder term. I am but a humble Lord tending to modest dominions, practicing trades some might call... necessary.” He gestured to himself with mock humility, the motion laced with self-indulgence. “Would you label a surgeon mad for knowing where to cut?”

He moved toward her then in slow, deliberate steps that circled like coiling smoke. Not a predator hunting, no. Something worse. A thing that had already fed.

"That’s the song, isn’t it?” he murmured. “The chorus of fools. Gossiping, sniveling, squawking like roosters in a henhouse set aflame.”

He raised his hand and mimed a clucking beak, his voice shifting into a grotesque falsetto, mockery rippling with venom.

“Cluck… cluck… cluck…”

Then he dropped his hand, and with it, the mask of playfulness cracked just enough to let something darker seep through. He stopped inches from the Madam, close enough that she could feel the heat of his breath, sweet like honey, like fruit still ripe for the taking. He inhaled deeply, savouring her scent like incense in a temple desecrated long ago.

“Perhaps I am a madman,” he whispered, his lips brushing the edge of her stillness. “Or perhaps I’m the shape your fear takes when the candles go out…”

He clicked his tongue—a sharp, hollow sound that echoed too loud for the room.

“Care to see what I look like in the dark?”

Damn, that is such a high praise anon. Stop- you are making me weak, and making my week 🥹💙

Missionary. 100% ... while I would take anything...him over me while looking up at him? Perfect scenario 👌🏻

Oh my GOD

The one during invincible war, another during the sand dimension, and the one from Hey there, Neighbor

Came to me from a dream ♡

All three of em got me giggling and kicking my feet

AHHHHH <3 That sounds like the best dream

But you know I'm going to go lore-crazy about this.

Neighbor!Sinister and War!Sinister would be equally horrified by Wasteland!Sinister (keeping in mind that Neighbor!Sinister and Wasteland!Sinister have both been through the Invincible War, so War!Sinister is seeing two different versions of his future self)

War!Sinister thinks of himself as the leader of the variants, but he's fresh out of his own universe. This man has never had a friend in his life. The only things he knows are duty, pain, and Mary Shelley.

Neighbor!Sinister has friends now (at least Lensless, jury's out on the others), he's not alone anymore, but he still feels a responsibility to look out for the variants. He's still their leader, and trapped in this new world that has a very good reason to hate and fear them, he's desperately trying to keep them together. Strength in numbers. No one can fuck with them if they stick together. (No more of who he considers his new family can be picked off under his nose if he's there to make sure they're not. Neighbor is already on the path to becoming a hero by virtue of the fact that he includes Main Mark under the net of variants he has to protect)

Wasteland!Sinister made the difficult decision to start killing and eating the others in the hopes that some of them would survive and escape that barren hellscape. He didn't even believe he'd be the last man standing... and yet... He couldn't protect any of them. Not even from himself. He's broken, and he knows it. Especially when he's looking at two versions of himself who didn't have to go through that.

The idea of these three versions of this man interacting with each other is so dense to chew on, let alone trying to share MC.

I will say, I think Neighbor is marginally the strongest of the three, since he's War, but older (and still actively training), and he's well-fed on a balanced diet. He's also (relatively) sane, so he's able to think tactically, unlike Wasteland.

War would be disgusted by Wasteland at first—seeing himself in that condition, and Wasteland would be pissy about this, because, "You can't fucking judge me. I am you."

Neighbor would be horrified by what he would have become if the variants hadn't killed Angstrom and trapped themselves on this Earth. Wasteland is proof of how far he'd go to survive—evidence that he is the monster everyone says he is.

Wasteland would be so jealous of Neighbor, because he got to make friends... start a new life. He didn't have to kill and eat other versions of himself to survive.

When it comes to MC, Neighbor would be trying to rein in the other two.

Wasteland has been alone for so long that a kind touch would break him. He's also like... Nine Inch Nails | Closer. He wants to fuck MC like an animal. He's got all the desperation you see in Neighbor, but with a feral edge imposed on him by the horrors of the wasteland dimension. Neighbor would have to stop him from accidentally hurting MC in his enthusiasm.

War is still high strung and fresh out of a universe where he's the emperor of an entire world that fears him. There's not an ounce of chill in this man's body. He hasn't learned how to interact with people who aren't already scared of him, so he doesn't bother trying not to scare MC. Neighbor would have to stop him from hurting MC on purpose (in a way she didn't want—IE: breaking a leg to make sure she can't leave them). Neighbor would basically be scolding his younger self. "Jesus, was I really that much of a dick?"

HERE WE GO.

Sinister: No Nut November? He's never heard of that. Back in his world, he didn't exactly interact with average people much (got his powers at 12, accidentally killed his mom, Dad threw him headfirst into training. That's all his life really WAS right up until the point where he killed his dad in defense of his Earth. Then his life became an ungodly mix of a grief spiral since he just on purpose killed the only person who ever really cared about him, and the deep-rooted paranoia that Viltrum would be coming. He didn't really... have friends to joke around with. No Nut November is not a concept that he ever encountered). So now that he's dating MC? Someone tells him about NNN? Why the fuck would he on purpose keep his hands off of MC now that he's found someone he cares for who cares for him in return? He's going to look at that person like they just pissed in his cheerios. In fact, he's dragging MC off for a romantic night with roses and thorns purely out of spite for the person who suggested No Nut November. Pfft.

Mohawk: He's going to laugh in the person who suggested its face. But if that person suggests he can't do it? It's on. He's trying so hard. He really is. Cold showers. Ice baths. Anything to distract himself. But let's face it, is Mohawk's MC really going to play fair? Oh no, she just happened to drop that pencil in front of him while wearing those too-short sleep shorts. Totally not bait. He's not lasting a week.

Lensless: NNN CHAMPION. He's getting a chastity cage (let's just pretend that viltrumite dick wouldn't break the damn thing the second he gets hard). Unprompted. No one asked for this. He's suffering. He's enjoying the suffering. By the time November 30th rolls around, he is a needy, whimpering mess. When December 1st rolls around? Good lord. I hope MC doesn't plan on needing to walk for the next week.

Shiesty: Ha, fuck you. Similar to Mohawk in that he's going to laugh in the face of whoever suggested it, but unlike Mohawk he's not going to get baited into trying the challenge in the first place. He's putting an arm around MC, flipping off whoever suggested it, and going to go fuck immediately out of spite. You know what? They're fucking every day of November, multiple times even! Putting that viltrumite stamina to the test. No Nut November... What a joke.

Omni: A challenge to test his control? Oh no. Oh no. This man is taking this shit seriously. Too seriously. If MC is deliberately trying to make him lose the challenge, this man is going on a trip for the rest of November, hiding in the woods, or perhaps space, all by himself. Not touching himself? He can do that. Looking his lover in the eyes and telling her no when she's asking so nicely? God, he knows he'd fold so fast if he stayed. He's coming home December 1st, and the sex is going to be intense.

Markus: Intentionally go a whole month without sleeping with his lover? Why? Is it not enough that they have to be apart when he's on missions in space? No, he cherishes the time spent with her, and there is no way in Hell he's entertaining the idea. He's chalking it up as a baseless Earth tradition he refuses to participate in.

Retro: What? They don't think he can do it? He'll show them. The man is insufferable. If his lover seems perfectly content with not having sex, he's going to feel a little insecure about that, and he's going to start upping the ante. He's taking her on a series of nice dates to fancy places where he can wear the good silk button-ups that show off his forearms, he's leaving the top couple of buttons of his shirt undone. He's kissing her like he means it. It's no longer about No Nut November, it's about making her want it enough to beg for him. He won't break. If his lover folds? He's losing NNN, if she doesn't fold? It's going to go a whole lot longer than just November, because now it's a matter of pride. One of them has to give eventually... right?

Stats with a blindfold on being challenged to guess which variant is fucking her right now

THAT SOUNDS AMAZING.

I love the idea of thinking out what each of their reactions would be to MC getting them all right, or their individual reactions to Stats getting it wrong.