#It's not that hard to just not be a fucking bully

[gojosprettyprincess]

Tw - Katsuki is soo mean, rough sex, degradation n manhandling. Not proofread!

One thing about Katsuki, he's an impatient man, that's for sure. There wasn’t any “Katsuki can i try to ride you” or “pleaseee just let me do it by myself” none of that. He had enough of your shit.

He tsks mockingly, a derisive sound escaping his lips the moment his keen eyes detect that the rhythm of your alluring ass that’s bouncing on his cock becoming duller and slower. He's so fucking disappointed in himself for even giving you the chance to try and ride him.

How dumb.

What a waste of time.

He quickly grabs both of your supple asscheeks, his strong hands creating a sense of urgency as he firmly squeezes them, preventing you from moving away. He impatiently starts thrusting his hips up into you, entering you in one complete motion. The sudden force of his entire length, which you weren't even able to fit by yourself, invading your little pussy so easily made you squirm to quickly get a hold of his broad shoulders to steady yourself because you knew how fucking crazy he was when it came to with manhandling.

His crimson-red eyes locked onto your contouring features, swallowing up your adorable reactions with pure joy. He just loves bullying you like this. Katsuki was a wonderful partner, devoted, wealthy, and maybe not the most mature, but he was unquestionably aware of right from wrong when it comes to relationships. The only thing is, he’s just so so cruel and vulgar to you sometimes, especially during sex. Bakugou always had a huge ego and prideful personality so you can't say you were surprised before tangling yourself up with him.

When the early morning light streamed through the window, his routine began before even taking a bite of the breakfast you made, pumping your warm cunny full of cum before heading off to fulfill his manly responsibilities as a pro-hero. "Better keep my cum buried in this pussy, you got it?" he commanded sternly, his warm breath fanning against the delicate skin of your neck as you mewled at the harsh way the edge of the dinner table was digging into your poor abdomen. Crossing your thighs together so you could avoid any spillage of his sperm because you know he’d check when you go deliver his home-cooked lunch at his agency later in the day. And if you make one wrong move, you’ll be limping your way out of his agency.

Whether you like it or not, katsuki will always be mean when he’s fucking you. It’s a part of him, you’ve known that just by the way he acted. Always had an feisty attitude and angry issues with everyone around him but the difference is you fucking loved it, and of course he knew that, that’s why he indulges in it and constantly reminds you every single time how much of a horny little cock-whore you are, pussy slobbering uncontrollably all over his pretty cock like a nasty slut. The rim of your hole clinging onto his dick as if your life depended on it. It hasn’t even been five second since he walked through the door from work, still clad in his hero costume before his hard dick is nestled in his housewife's warm, runny sex.

Your pink panties slackly pulled to the side, revealing your tight hole for his vicious assault as he ruthlessly positioned himself to take advantage of your vulnerable state.

His gears and pants rubbing against the smooth flesh of your thighs, harshly marking it red. Poor Katsuki he couldn’t save a civilian from a villain attack today and now he’s so frustrated and mad so what better way to vent than abusing his pretty housewife’s comforting cunt? :(

“Tight fucking pussy, yer creaming all over me already. Bet you were thinking about my cock splitting you open the entire day, weren’t you princess?” He laughed tauntingly, his angry cock curving right into your g-spot making your toes curl in the air as his strong, big hands held an astonishingly tight grip on your waist to keep you off the floor while you bent over his marble counter. You always found it so sexy when Katsuki showed off his strength to you, after all, he’s one of the most strongest pro-heroes so of course he’d be unbelievably strong. You went crazy over it.

“Sukii– m’gonna fuck! Cum” you cried out, tears streaming down your eyes as his fat cock delved deeper into your core, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot over and over again, sending you into a daze as you lose your mind. “No, you fucking slut— always being such a greedy bitch. You’re not cumming until I’m ready to fill you up, ya hear me?” his tone was so serious, it sent shivers down your spine.

You quickly gripped the edge of the counter. Your soft, plush ass bouncing back against his hard pelvis with each forceful thrust. God, he loved the sight so much, he licked his lips at the delicious sight of the creamy mess you were creating, completely coating him and his balls with your juices. It made his cock throb against your walls at the lewd way your quirkless pussy was rightfully swallowing him in.

“Katsuki I–“ you stammered, struggling to find your words as fear washed over you. Your hole fluttered around him, you were seeing white at this point. Your inner muscles involuntarily clasped tightly around his length. You couldn’t help it, his cock was just so fucking long and thick, and well he knew how to skillfully use it that it made you become undone within five minutes. Your eyes bulged open with fear as the streaming white liquid from your cunt spattered onto his cock and thighs and onto his expensive marble floor. The action didn’t go unnoticed by him resulting in him quickly placing you down on the slick floor and violently smacking your fleshy ass, making it recoil against his touch as he groaned. “God, you’re such a dumb fucking slut, what did I tell you? Can’t even understand simple instructions that I give you”.

He swiftly extracted his cock from your soaked pussy and hoisted you over his huge shoulder before making his way to your shared bedroom. You cried out as your cunt twitched in anticipation as echoes of his firm, resounding spanks on your bruised ass reverberated through the room with each step he took, “M’gonna teach you a fucking lesson, better make sure this is the last time you fucking disobey me”.

[larathia]

I laugh, genuinely but bitterly, at news of this kind, because it's so predictable. It's the schoolyard bully writ large, with the same dynamics, the same outcome.

Most people, you see, don't want to Cause Trouble. They don't want to Make a Scene. And mostly they hope if they're quiet and polite and Let Things Go, and Be The Bigger Person, that whatever horrible shit is happening to them will get bored and go away.

And the bullies take that as permission. And they grind a little more, and a little more, until Most People are backed into a corner as far as they will go. And the bullies don't see any danger in this because hey, nothing's happened up till now, right? Why would that change?

But see, when people have nothing left to lose, they go in one of two directions. They break, or they go fucking berserk.

Now, statistically, probably 80 percent of people - who have been raised to obey the law, to be polite, to Let Things Slide...they'll break. No judgment, I've been one of the broken and still have the cracks. It's just how a lot of people are. We don't WANT to be the bad guy. And we're raised to think that fighting back "makes us just like they are" and "even a horrible human being doesn't deserve xyz" and we'll break. We'll even choose to break.

But then there's that 20 percent or so that once they're backed right into the corner, once it's clear there's nothing more left to give, nothing left that the bullies can take, they'll snap. They'll fight. They'll kill, too, because you've already taken so much from them that there isn't a punishment left that would actually make their situation worse, so why not? Why not fight?

When you're talking about a schoolyard, that means maybe one or two students. Half a dozen at the outside, that're pushed that hard, that snap violently.

When you're talking about millions of people, however, it astonishes me (in a darkly amused way) that these corporate bullies think the solution is to press down harder. It's like swatting a snowflake onto a budding avalanche that just needed a teeny tiny push.

I have to laugh that they think adding terrorism charges will deter people who've lost their families, lost their savings, lost their entire livelihood and reason for having one. It may delay immediate copycats. People inspired, but who still have something to lose. But it won't stop the flood.

...I wonder how long it'll be, before we have enough datapoints on this graph to compare it to the rise in school shootings since the 90s?

[coolingrosa]

ALSO WHILE IM AT IT

Stop blaming Dream for not knowing about the villagers. Yes, Nightmare was clearly hurt and being abused, but everyone forgets that DREAM WAS EIGHT YEARS OLD. He can not psychologically comprehend abuse- let along physical- and can hardly understand what bullying is. He’s an elementary schooler. He doesn’t know how to pick apart the signs of abuse from another eight year old who also doesn’t comprehend what is happening to him. Dream had no idea the apple incident could happen. He doesn’t even comprehend what depression is or mental health stuff at all. HE IS EIGHT. No matter the amount of signs, he is a child who is mentally incapable of noticing what’s happening to his brother, and it’s up to adults to notice stuff like that, but it’s the ADULTS who failed them.

They were both children, and yes, having Dream feel guilty as an adult for not noticing is a valid thought he’d have, but you yourself blaming him too is not. Even if Dream did somehow comprehend what was happening, HES EIGHT.

To give a better perspective on what eight year old milestones are and how little Dream could do with his mental capacity….

-they start to learn how to count by 2s (Dream likely couldn’t Read very well because nobody taught him)

-still are losing their baby teeth

-Have a black-and-white perspective much of the time. Things are either great or awful, ugly or beautiful, right or wrong. They focus on one trait or idea at a time. This makes it hard for them to understand complex issues. AHEM???

-sfill don’t have a full grasp of grammar in writing or speech

-just starting to learn to tie their shoes

He was a literal baby who didn’t know how to tie his shoes without help. Hoe the hell was he supposed to stop adults from abusing his brother? He couldn’t tell anyone, because all the adults besides Neil were against them. And also FUCK NEIL. Neil DISNT step in to help baby Nightmare, only Dream. FUCK THAT CAT. HE LET TWO EIGHT YEAR OLFS LIVE OUTSIDE AND GET ABUSED BY A VILLAGE OF ADULTS. HE IS NOT A GOOD FATHER FIGURE FOR DREAM HE DID NOTHING WHILE THEY WERE BEING ABUSED BESIDES GIVE DREAM ENCOURAGEMENT.

Edit: yeah apparently he was six so fuck y’all even more he’s a kindergartner I’m gonna kill someone that poor baby

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hello there,

i’ve been a follower & a big admirer of your work for quite some time now — so i thought, perhaps i could leave a suggestion down here for when (if) you have the time and inspiration ?

here is what i had in mind,

female reader who is a freshly transferred student at hogwarts, and someone who happened to become very close to regulus. close enough for their mutual attraction to be clear and their relationship labeled as somewhat of a talking stage.

which is why it’s only natural when slytherin skittles, as regulus’ best mates, feel it is their mission to make sure reader is a decent person and someone who would not leave his heart broken. after all, it’s not an interrogation if they ‘just so happened to stumble over her in the common room’ while regulus is away. or maybe it is. still, they are looking out for him.

anyways, feel free to shape the scenario however you see fit or not write it all if it’s not what you’d be interested in. i hope your day is going great and i’m sending you all the love and hugs ! xoxo

hi there darling, thank you so much for your kind words and request<33 i went with the skittles hounding regulus prior to meeting up with reader, hope that's alright with you, mwah

Words: 1.3k

Warnings/tags: not proofread, fem!reader, slytherin skittles focus, banter, barty and dorcas bully regulus a little, you're not an active part in this but are talked about, regulus is in love and embarrassed over his friends, reader's background prior to hogwarts is not addressed, seer!pandora

"Is it truly so hard to believe that someone other than you lot would dare be friends with me?"

The dorm erupted in various statements of "yeah, pretty much", "duh" and even Evan's "if what you have with her is a friendship, then I don't think we're friends, Reg."

Even on his worst days, Regulus was beyond grateful for the ragtag found family he had been swept into during his time in Slytherin. Barty who essentially picked him up one day and claimed him as his own, Evan with whom he found solace in the quiet, Dorcas who became the best verbal sparring partner he could ask for and Pandora who understood him better than he had ever thought possible – these were his people through and through.

Unfortunately, his people were kind of arseholes.

"It's taken us years to crack through your," – Barty, from where he was perched across Evan's lap, waved in Regulus' general direction with disdain – "stoicism, and you tell me this bird has you asking her out within a month? We have to believe that shit is some twisted dark magic."

"You would know all about twisted dark magic, wouldn't you, B?" Dorcas volleyed through a laugh, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively at him.

"Fuck off, Dorc, I thought you were with me on this!"

Evan playfully napped at Barty's ear when his passionate outburst turned its heat from Regulus to Dorcas.

“I can play for two teams." Dorcas seemed offended at Barty’s assumption of her loyalty, while Pandora sat beside her with an impervious smile, unaffected by the back and forth. “And don’t fucking call me that, Crouch.” 

Evan had to catch Barty’s foot by the ankle when he tried to launch it towards Dorcas in retaliation.

Regulus dropped his head into his hands with a groan. With Barty and Evan lounging on Barty's bed and Dorcas and Pandora on the floor in between, Regulus was left on the edge of his own bed, feeling awfully sorry for himself for having caring – if meddling – friends.

"Can you guys please be normal tonight?" he asked into his hands. Without looking up, he held a finger into the air to quell the argument about to fall off of Barty's tongue. "Don't. By normal I mean don't scare her off. Don't go asking weird or inappropriate or threatening questions, okay?"

"I simply cannot promise that." Both Dorcas and Evan gave Barty a wack to the leg and arm for his comment.

“I resent Barty at the moment, but yeah no, that’s going to be a tough ask, Reggie,” Dorcas amended.

Regulus eventually lifted his head to stare in near-defeat at his friends. "Listen. I... I like her, okay? Like proper, more than I thought I could. I want her to keep feeling comfortable around me, this is all still very... new to her."

He didn’t have to say that this was new to him, too. 

Pandora shifted in that way that alerted everyone to the fact she was about to speak – only when she spoke did Barty ever actually shut up. She smiled softly. "You're in love." She stated it plainly, a fact.

Regulus felt as if he had been punched in the gut by her assertion. "I– What?" he stumbled, gaze flashing quickly to spot the mirth and mischief on all of his friends' faces. With a steadying breath, he pressed his lips together and his palms to his knees. "That is way too soon to say, Dora. But I'd like to think I might eventually be. If you lot don't fuck it up for me." That last sentence was directed towards the bed opposite his with a light glare.

Barty threw his head back with a gleeful, almost screeching laughter and fully ignoring most of what Regulus had said. "This is going to be so fun!"

"We're not going to fuck it up," Dorcas translated Barty's sentence, with the dignity to wear a somewhat rueful smile. "Though, I will say, if she cannot handle these dynamics of ours, I question how she will be able to sustain a relationship with you."

That exact fear had been brewing in Regulus' stomach all day, ever since you agreed this morning to join him with his friends to Hogsmeade tonight after spending almost every day together in the library for the past month. Being with you was the highlight of his days, a quiet sort of ease settled into his bones, and he ached to extend it past dinnertime. What you had was special to him, something he feared to lose, though he did not dare voice it. He had no idea how to answer Dorcas' musings, but thankfully he didn't have to.

"Oh, she will," Pandora assured, breezily, as if this was a cosmic law.

"You’s seen her?" Evan questioned, looking at his sister with a gaze only she could decipher. She made a so-and-so head movement, which seemed to be a perfectly understandable answer to Evan.

Regulus supposed it was to him, too.

"Really, Reg, we're not going to scare her off or traumatise her or whatever else you're accusing us of here," Barty grumbled, as if relenting. He crawled out of Evan's lap to come hustle Regulus out of his perfectly comfortable seated position, slapping the sides of his arms when he stood. "We might interrogate her a little bit – but, hey, that's just to know that she deserves our little prince! And we'll be totally nice and polite or whatever."

"Reassuring, Barty." Regulus gave him an unimpressed glare, but the corners of his lips tugged at his best friend's familiar tactics.

"Great, 'cause that's not my strong suit you know!" Barty called out as he whipped around, grabbing his coat and bag in a flurry. “Pulling out the big guns just for you, Reggie.”

"Never thought I'd hear him admit that," Dorcas mumbled to herself, drawing a giggle from Pandora.

The rest of the group seemed to get the signal that it was about time to move outside, having been chattering away for the past half an hour after Regulus insisted on them getting ready early, lest they be late. "Finally heading out?" Evan questioned gleefully, not one to want to wait for long.

"Yeah. Just, again, please. Be cool." Regulus stressed it one final time, regarding them all sternly.

Barty gasped. "He said please!"

"Then we simply have to," Dorcas agreed.

With a roaring laughter, they opened the door and filtered out as if they were one large entity. Regulus supposed in some ways they were, which made him feel terribly sorry for you and what he was about to put you through.

And he knew he was a selfish man when he thought it next, but his blood warmed nonetheless as he hoped you liked him just as much as he did you – which would mean enough to withstand his friends' undoubtedly incoming interrogation.

Lucky for him, by the entrance of the Great Hall, where you had agreed to meet, you were standing in your favourite outfit and wringing your hands, eager to not just withstand but dance in that very storm.

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 . . . verse 9948e jìngyí x fem reader !! 🍒 : ﹙  grim reaper ˖ himbo character﹚

your brother's best friend is such an idiot - yet for some reason you can't stop staring at his d-d-d- face!

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Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who you view as just a silly himbo. You hear his loud laughing downstairs and cannot help but roll your eyes before you stuff your face back into your book. You watch how he steals your brother’s food and childishly insists it’s because he’s ‘growing.’ How he is so hellbent on that damn gym . . . why does he need any more muscle? He has plenty! You would know, you’ve stared at his arms, his toned v-line when he stretches, the way his body flexes subconsciously while he is doing everyday tasks.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who is the height of irritation with how he jokes and pokes fun at you though. How he ruffles your hair up or snatches your phone and holds it over your head. He’s known you since all of you were kids, it’s his duty to bully you like a big brother would, he claims! You wanna throw something at him. A chair. Yourself.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who you find to be so annoying, but is such a sweetheart around you! Always asks if you are doing alright, holds doors open and pulls out chairs for you. You snuck out to a party and didn’t want your brother to know and needed someone to come pick you up; Jìngyí was there. He carries the grocery bags for you if he catches you slaving your way along. He’s always there to offer you a lift. Everything. So why do you hate him so? It’s all playful, fun and games, it’s always been like that. Recently, you feel it becoming more genuine. Maybe it’s because. . .

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who has no idea that you have started dreaming about him. About those large, strong hands on your thighs. How they might squeeze and stretch you open. Just like how he’ll stretch you out on his cock. You know that he is big - you accidentally walked in on him changing. You wished your courage won and you threw yourself to his lap. But he’s so stupid! Would he even know how to please a girl?

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who caught you humping at your pillow. Ass flushed to your heels as you scrunch the sheets in front of you. The constant rock of your hips that gave him the perfect view of a wet patch forming on your panties. Were you grinding on a vibe? Seems like it. But what shot straight to his dick is the way you were moaning his name. Laced with cusses, pleads, ridicules. How dare he make you feel like this, how dare he make you want his cock soooo badly?

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who fucks you over that same pillow since you wanna whine so much. He spanks a broad hand on your thigh and yanks you back on every thrust. Watches how your flesh ripples as his cockhead bullies your cervix. He’s even bigger when he’s hard. Meaner too.

“Such a messy pussy you have here baby. She think of me a lot?”

Where’s the stupid, sweet boy you’ve known for years? Behind you. Hips grinding on your ass while his cock splits you open. A part of you wishes you could see how your gummy walls spasm and strain around the base of his dick, coated with a ring of cream at the base.

The vibrator has become his partner in crime. With the way Jìngyí weighs down on your poor, quivering body, your puffy clit humps against the pillow and pink vibe with every thrust. It makes your jaw drop as your drool coats the dark sheets that your fingers fist.

“J-Jìng - hhhh - J- pleeaaaa - hah!” You’d hate to say it, but you are being outmatched. Your pitiful cries are nothing in comparison to the wet squelches and slobbers of your fluttering cunt. She cries for him like he came back from war. Clings to him as though she wants to remember his shape for the rest of her life. And he sees that. He delights in it.

His voice, once hearty and light, now rumbles deep sins as he hunches over your prone position. “Sooooo wet for me. Yeah? Ah, so wet for your brother’s best friend? Yeah baby?” If anyone were to walk in, surely they wouldn’t see you at all. Only Jìngyí’s broad back and flexed arms. His hands cage your head and show the sheets on either side of your face no mercy either. The same way his balls smack against your swollen cunt like a punishment. A cum-filled reprimand.

“Y’know. . . I was beginning t’think youu hated me,”

He huffs out a laugh. Ragged. A groan quickly follows after and his hand retreats from the sheets to instead slam down on your jiggling thigh. Clap! It reaches under and grips onto your squished breast after. All the more leverage to fuck into you like an animal.

He sounds like one too. His heavy pants and deep grunts. “But thas’ not the - ah fucckk such a sweet pussy - not the case, huh? No. . .” His cold lips drag down the heat of your neck. Your scent is a drug he’s already hooked on. What more than to sink his teeth in?

“No. You ‘ere just - just pent up. Just cock hungry.” His chest crushes against your back. His thrusts shallow into messy, ruthless humps. Squeezing silky strings of cum and staining the sheets further. You’ll have to get ‘em all washed unless you want a cross-question from brother dearest.

“G-Gonna c- hic - gonna - Jìngyí - g-gonna ‘um-!”

“Y-You still remember how to?”

Damn him and his teases. Damn him and the way he’s made you dumb on his dick. You’re made acutely aware of just how strong he is. Guess those long-strung gym sessions count towards something.

Seems so with the way he flips you over like you weigh nothing. Brace your legs with his arms and shove them back. All the while his hips keep slamming against yours as though he’ll shatter if he stops. His filthy mouth sure as hell doesn’t stop either. Nice to see he still cannot shut up even when he’s ball’s deep inside of you.

He strikes you a grin. Maroon irises shrunk. He’s attacking your neck with kisses and making you see stars with every pummel of his cock. Every smear of his cum and yours all over your walls.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who explains it’s because he was ashamed. He thought he overstepped. He didn’t want to hurt you! He loves you, loved feeling you all over his hands and body. Fuck, he’s still dreaming of it. “Please don’t be mad at me - I just - I just . . . want to make sure you okay,” he pouts.

Of course you cum again. He can’t expect you not to when he’s fucking your cunt into next week. This time you claw at his broad shoulders and wretch a sob. In turn he groans and stuffs you full. He simply has to plug you up while you’re squirting all over. With a small click of his tongue and a - “messy girl.”

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who distanced himself after that day. You couldn’t believe it. He pounded you raw and now left like you hadn’t cum on his dick ten times and over? You confront him on it. Bunch up his shirt and yank him down to give him a piece of your mind. He was many things but you didn’t know he was a dog - why is he looking at you with puppy eyes?

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who you ride the face of in the empty gym bathroom as compensation for jumping to conclusions. He was sooo grateful for the sweet taste of your pussy smearing all over his face. You quickly learn that his tongue is just as devious. It fucks up into you like it’s his damn life’s mission. His lips suck on your clit like candy. His eyes roll back as though the mere feel of you grinding down on his face is gonna make him bust then and there - ( it did )

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who has to contain himself whenever he visits your brother. He adores your brother to bits, he does, but he doesn’t have the heart to tell him that the real reason he is visiting is because of those pretty skirts and tight shorts you have suddenly, conveniently, started wearing around the house. He will tell you however. Grunt it in your ear as he gives you a quick fingering over the kitchen sink when he came to ‘help you with the dishes’ while your brother ventured off upstairs after dinner. He makes sure to tell you what a whore you are while his fingers are pumping you to shaky knees and cum on the kitchen floor.

Brother’s friend Jìngyí !! 🍒 : who knows it’s wrong. You’re his friend’s little sister! But he wants you so bad. Needs you even more. He’ll settle for your warm pussy and drooling cries for now; but he wants to take you out on a actual date soon. Maybe to eat. So that he can show you that he wants more than just the squeeze of you around his cock - but your heart as well.

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.ೃ࿐ Hi guys..! Im back finally after MONTHS. Uhm yea ive been like hella busy but im hoping to get more fics nd stuff out soon!

Warnings; MINORS DNI pls.. , Basically clingy Eren , lowk hes weird nd yea, Afab reader..! Whatever this is, is under the cut!

clingy best friend Eren! Will always without fail go anywhere you’re going. One time you were on a girls night and the only way you could get out of your house without knocking eren out was bringing him with you. But it turned out fine because he was accepted a bit TOO well because well.. all of your friends want to fuck him!

clingy best friend Eren! Loves when you show him little pics of you with your pet(s) he loves all the Unnecessary spoiling you do to your pet(s).

clingy best friend Eren! Definitely sends you the stupidest freaking instagram reels or Tiktoks ever at the most ungodly hours. Mostly just to annoy you and also because he finds it so funny. (He has the humor of a teenage boy)

clingy best friend Eren! Most likely works a blue collar job / a trade (welding, the plant, construction, ect) so he makes MONEY. Before you guys got close he used to just waste whatever was left on his gold digger ex girlfriend but after he left her and met you he spoiled you ROTTEN

clingy best friend Eren! Loves when you call him over to your house just to pick out a cute outfit for a date, going out with your friends, work parties, parties, ect! It usually ends in him fucking you in every outfit before you go.

clingy best friend Eren! HATES when other men are around you. He will purposely embarrass you or intimidate the guy just so he can have you to himself. He has even gone as far as beating one of your dates up just so you could be “stood up” and come running to his door looking all pretty with tears streaming down your face

clingy best friend Eren! Fingered you so hard yet so soft after you ran to his doorstep making sure you see him as your ‘savior’.

“Mhm.. thats right cum on my fingers baby” he says with a smile as he watched your face contort and your back arch as you came. He then looked at you with a soft but sinister smile, peppering the back of your neck with kisses as he increased his pace feeling you tighten on his fingers. “Hah f-fuck ‘ren s’too much” he chuckles deeply at your muffled whines “no no s’not baby..” he says while pounding three of his big fingers into your tight cunt. Your hands are gripping onto his couch for dear life, your head is buryed into the armrest of his couch, and your drooling..? This is like the best lucid dream ever to Eren but its not a dream its real he’s pounding you so hard making you squirt without even putting his dick inside this is new and will definitely be happening again.

clingy best friend eren! Will give you aftercare and all the sweet cuddles and stuff after you came your brain out. Then for the next few weeks he bullies you for cumming so much for your best friend and your only savior is the fact he initiated it and that he came in his pants

༉‧₊˚. Hi guys! Uhm i fear this may be a horrible come back but yea imma start uploading on here and Ao3 maybe? But i lowk like this style of writing.. i think.

[dark-and-kawaii]

Rated M For Mature: You Look So Good On Your Knees For Him~ ♡

Toji Fushiguro, but it's him with those veiny hands of his wrapped around your delicate little neck, his fat cock threatening to cut off your air supply. A sick reminder that you belong to him and no one else.

You're just his toy, something to play with... or so he says.

He fucking loves marking you up, making sure every fucker knows you're his dirty little cumslut. Toji gets off on hearing you whimper, your nails digging into his strong, muscular thighs as you try to deepthroat him like the good little slut you are. He wants to feel you choke on his cock, gasping for air, struggling to take every inch down your throat. That's what gets him rock hard, knowing you're his to use however he pleases- whenever he pleases.

Toji knows the power he has over you, the way your body is pliant and weak in his grip. Maybe it's because he just got done at the gym, maybe it's because he's so pent up with rage that he can hardly control himself, or maybe it’s that dark, twisted fantasy he's always had to bully that sweet body of yours- to watch you break and fall apart with his name and cock on your tongue.

Your head spins, your vision blurring as he forcefully plunges his length down your throat. With each thrust he can feel how your throat clenches around him, the vibrations of your whines. It’s so damn delicious, so intoxicating… It’s enough to make his head tilt back, a satisfied- almost drunk expression washing over his face.

“Fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, “Look at this mess. You can't even swallow my cock properly without crying,” his hands squeeze your neck tightly, constricting your airways fully- watching as you squirm, feeling his cock through your neck as he rams it deeper and deeper… moving your tonsils aside and wedging the head into the opening of your esophagus.

Until he finally feels it, that bulge in your throat- his tip and base pushing through it, his veins giving that stretched out throat of yours a hard, thick outline... making a perfect outline of his cock visible through your skin... Until your nose is buried against his pubic bone, your arms going limp, your eyes rolling back.

“Always so greedy for more until you have it. You should be careful what you wish for, doll. I know you wanted a taste of me, but I can tell you're getting more than ya bargained for, aren't ya?”

You could feel your spit rolling down your chin, pooling in his coarse dark pubes. He's right, this was far more than you could handle, but… the puddle between your thighs says you love this kind of treatment… Looking up at him with big teary eyes, he can see that drunk, glazed over look of yours. And you can see the sadistic gleam in his eye, the smirk curling his lip, his fingers still wrapped so tight around your throat.

And even though you can't speak, the silent plea you give him, the way your tongue runs up his length in a slow, messy way, tells him everything.

You want this.

Want him…

The pain, the pleasure, the humiliation of being used by him, abused by him, like a cheap whore.

You loved him, and he loved you.

Even if he would never admit it.

Because it was in the way his hands would grab and pinch and smack your ass. The way his mouth would bite and suck and lick every inch of your body. How he'd fuck you with the same intensity and ferocity when he fights. How he’d make sure you cum and gush and scream his name over and over. And how his cock would twitch inside you, filling you, breeding you with his cum until it spilled down your thighs as he whispers, “that’s my girl…”

Now, as you sit there, your mascara streaming down your cheeks, your throat stuffed with his meaty cock and soon a belly full of cum, you know deep down in your heart you'll never find anyone els can make you feel the same way.

[neallo]

hmm what if wammys secret Santa and mello and near got assigned to each other

HI thank you for this prompt, i love it ^_^ gently placing your fill below (~500 words) i may write the scene where they exchange their gifts, too, in which case i'll update this (& probably upload to AO3 <3)

When Mello receives his assignment for secret Santa, he sees it for what it is: an act of sabotage.

“Think about it, Matt,” he mutters to his best friend, pacing the length of the room they share. “Roger hates me. He knows I hate Near. He’s trying to set me up, right, because he thinks I’ll get Near something shitty, and then he’ll be able to give me extra chores or something for bullying him.”

“You pulled Near’s name from the hat,” Matt points out. “I’m not sure how Roger would’ve rigged that to happen.”

Mello waves his hand dismissively. “I can think of, like, a hundred ways to do it. It’s not that hard.” A pause. “Anyway, like I was saying, he thinks I’m gonna fall for it. He thinks I’m such a stupid piece of shit that I’ll just walk right into his trap, but that’s where he’s wrong.”

“What are you going to do?” Matt asks nervously.

“I,” Mello says, “am going to get Near a present that’s so good, and so thoughtful, that it completely blows his fucking mind. It’s going to be so good it changes his life. And then— and then, this is the best part, because Near’s just gonna get something small and dumb for whoever he has, and he’s gonna look like an idiot having to follow my gift.”

Matt says something in response to this, but Mello isn’t listening. His eyes are already on the prize— and he has work to do.

—

When Near receives his assignment for secret Santa, he counts himself lucky. He’s pleased, but apprehensive. Selecting and obtaining a gift Mello will enjoy may help him convey the depth of his care for the other boy, but it is not an easy task, and he is working under a short deadline. Christmas is in only ten days.

He takes to his duty with all the dedication he typically devotes to his studies. With the semester over, he has the time and energy to scrutinize what he knows about Mello, and to translate that information into a choice of gift. In the end, Near concludes that no one present will be satisfactory. Mello’s interests are diverse, and so must be Near’s offerings.

The days tick by, and Near crosses items off his list. He obtains an expensive notebook with buttery paper from a shop in town, and a beautiful fountain pen. He purchases several skeins of soft yarn and teaches himself to knit, producing a satisfactory scarf and something that almost looks like a hat. He throws the “hat” under his bed and obtains a pair of earmuffs to replace it.

This last purchase almost exhausts Near’s allowance stockpile. He frowns over the money he has left. It is not quite enough to pay for the box of chocolates he originally had his eye on, and he is not skilled enough to make confection from scratch. 

His intention was to work alone, but these are desperate times.

[mad-hatter-memes]

FunkyFrogBait Starters

A collection of dialogue prompts from the videos by FunkyFrogBait. Feel free to edit quotes as necessary.

TW: Swearing, threats, and suggestive references

"My fellow Caucasians astound us with their ingenuity yet again..."

"This is just an evil, evil thing to do with pasta..."

"No spaghetti for you, sir."

"I could be doing any number of things with my life, but I've chosen to share this moment with you...Don't you feel so special?"

"This feels very forbidden..."

"I don't know what this is but it's not fettucine!"

"I just scalded myself! That was uncomfortable..."

"To be clear...I would not feed this to a dog..."

"This esophagus is rated E for everything!"

"Aren't I a lucky little boy? Only 40% of these are broken!"

"Is this a complaint that I'm hearing? Spitters are quitters, [Name]."

"It's just you and me, [Name]. So...who's gonna union with you?"

"If there is a god, he has abandoned us for celestial milk and cigarettes."

"That looks like something that would leak out of an infected wound!"

"This looks like porridge was spilled on the floor of a gym locker room and left to ferment for forty days and forty nights!"

"Trying to boil Pringles to make mashed potatoes is like trying to send her flowers after she's already taken the kids."

"Hahahaha, that's really cute, how about you go fuck yourself?!"

"Being a dad seems pretty fun; All you have to do is sometimes remember their names and forget to pick them up from soccer practice. "

"Now, now, don't be hysterical, dear. This is a nearly painless procedure...For me anyways!"

"I have not been allowed around a glue gun since...The incident..."

"The caveman method usually works in my experience."

"Aw babe, your texture makes me wanna barf."

"Now the nice thing about turkey bacon is that you can eat it raw! I think..."

"This says says it serves twenty four people...They haven't met me."

"Hello, Mr. [Last Name]. I'm here to pick up your daughter."

"Please don't call the police...I know this a weird use of my free time but it's technically not illegal."

"I'm about to give myself an accidental haircut..."

"Can I just call up a priest and have him waterboard me...?"

"Whoookay...This makes me want to join a nunnery."

"Who up praying with they rosary right now?"

"STOP FINGERING EVERYTHING! I AM A CHILD OF GOD!"

"Girl, what foundation is that?! Not a pore in sight!"

"[Name], honey. You're already slaying, you don't need to slay innocent civilians."

"Where did they find this child? The Victorian Era?!"

"ASAB: Assigned Sidekick at Birth. How unfortunate..."

"Who is giving these children access to deadly weapons?! Hello?!"

"The kids like thirteen. Just throw a Roblox gift card as hard as you can and run in the opposite direction."

"[Character Name] is dead, [Muse Name]! And you're worried about the fidelity of this game to it's source material?!"

"Paint a picture for us, [Name]! Don't hold back!"

"I would've bully the fuck outta this kid. And I did musical theater!"

"Where are people getting all this Tannerite?! I want some!"

"Is the cockroach infestation required or optional?"

"I'm being manipulated by a gothic aesthetic and common sense!"

"Yikes! Don't show that to your grandma!"

"That's my heart after the hot girl in my Com Sci class tells me that our star signs are incompatible!"

"I really wouldn't talk how other people look if your eyebrows can't agree on what timezone they're in."

"Is god really rockin' with you? Sinner..."

"Let me eat my oreos in peace goddamnit!"

"I'M GONNA START POWERWASHING THE CEILING!"

"You know what crybaby fumblefingers? At this point you owe me money. Hand over twenty, pretty boy!

"Why is she beckoning me ominously...?"

"That's because you've been selected for ritual sacrifice, [Name]. You know how they are this time of the month..."

"Do you have family, [Name]? Anyone you'd be particularly devastated to lose in a violent and sudden way?"

"You know what, [Name]? I'd probably punch you over a Hot Wheels too!"

"I see god's law not as a restriction...but a challenge!"

"I am deeply dissatisfied with my life choices and I am NOT afraid to make that your problem at five o' clock in the morning!"

"I hope one of your family members is in a car accident this week!"

"It's fucking terrible and I'm overcome by a desire to kill James Corden for some reason!"

"I'm sorry...Do you think mother earth is just lactating blue raspberry surprise, bitch?!"

[notkakashihatake]

I CANNOT stop thinking about Genma...

(shit ton of Genma headcanons under the read more)

Nowhere Kid from another nation who doesn't know what the hell he wants out of life besides love, peace and acceptance...

some of his family defects to Konoha with the idea to give him a better life/future so he's already got a rough start as an Outsider

plus he's got this kekkei genkei that people say is disgusting beyond belief because he's literally gotta spit loogies on people in order to use it

bullied as fuck because of it so he's labeled as an outcast x2

he gets assigned to Team Choza, bullied for getting the Fat Sensei, bullied for getting one of the Prestigious Royal Clans Sensei, with a foreigner who can't use anything other than Taijutsu and another guy who's supposed to be a fellow 10 y/o but he's got the vocabulary and vernacular of someone from the 1950's and dresses like it too

literally GROOMED for the role of JONIN SQUAD COMMANDER/LEADER from the age of 13 onward (a la Shikamaru except his dad isn't around to stabilize him so he puts his whole heart and soul into this ideology)

"Protect and serve everyone else before yourself" becomes his life motto on the battlefield and personality

"Obey the Hokage if you want to protect your family"

"Serve Konoha as a whole if you want to protect your friends and fellow shinobi"

"Actions speak louder than words," as he learns the hard way that anyone and everyone will make the promise to serve, protect, and defend their allies, friends, family, and loved ones. He quickly learns the contrary that though a lot of people might say it, they don't have the strength, knowledge, or prowess to make good on those words, so it's actions that make a difference and not what comes out of peoples' mouths...

"Yeah you say that, but--" is Genma's actual catchphrase to all his friends and comrades, almost everyone except Raido, Aoba and a handful of others who aren't a few years his junior. His genin missions were spent protecting kids from Kurama's attack, locating missing children from Orochimaru's various labs, and attempting to spread peace on behalf of Konoha through his Hokage-mandated travels once the stress of being a teenage soldier finally threatened to break him and Hiruzen had no choice but to send him out to expand his horizons and worldview beyond Kill Maim Destroy Protect & Serve...

IDK MAN THAT'S A LOT OF PRESSURE TO BE UNDER and i feel for the dude so bad. plus he's cute as hell and i'm sure so many people wanted to lock him down with a ring and a promise of a peaceful future but he's just Not Built For The Domestic Life......

Domesticity was something he never got to experience so it's a far more horrifying concept to tackle than a battlefield full of bloodshed and lifeless bodies...

[thefemmefatalexo]

Toji SMAU - When love was always there

Chapter 9 - Behind closed doors

Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.

warnings: cursing, sexual language, mentions of bullying

an: I hope you guys can understand him a little better now… (please stop telling me to just kill him off LMAOOO 😭). I also wanted to mention that none of the relationships I write about will be perfect because that’s just not realistic. Dark times are upon us my babies but things will get better…. one day…. hopefully…. Smooches 💋💋💋

{chapter 8} ; {next}

taglist: @jinxiewritings

࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

You knock on Toji’s apartment door, your pulse racing in a mix of nerves and anger. You don’t even know why you’re here. After everything he said—everything he did—why should you care about his busted knuckles or his bruised ego? But still, here you are, a bag of first-aid supplies in hand, waiting for him to open the door.

When it swings open, Toji stands there, leaning casually against the frame. His dark eyes sweep over you, and his mouth pulls into a smirk. “The hell you want?”

You push past him without answering, stepping into the small, sparsely furnished space. The smell of antiseptic and cigarette smoke hangs faintly in the air. You drop the bag onto his coffee table and turn to face him.

“You’re hurt,” you say simply.

“So what?” He shuts the door with a deliberate click and crosses his arms, leaning against it. “I didn’t ask you to come.”

“Someone has to take care of you,” you reply, already pulling supplies out of the bag. “Since you clearly won’t.”

He scoffs, sauntering over to the couch but making no move to sit. “You always gotta play the nurse, huh? Like you’re so damn perfect.”

“I’m not doing this to feel perfect,” you snap, glaring at him. “I’m doing it because you’re too stupid to take care of yourself.”

Toji snorts but finally sits down, sprawling out with a casual arrogance that sets your teeth on edge. “Whatever. Make it quick.”

You kneel in front of him, taking his hand and inspecting the bruised and bloodied knuckles. The silence between you is heavy, broken only by the faint hiss of antiseptic as you clean the wound. His hand is stiff in yours, tense but not pulling away.

“You gonna tell me what happened?” you ask quietly, not looking up.

“What’s it to you?” he says, his voice laced with irritation.

“It’s not like you to get detention. Not anymore, at least.”

He lets out a humorless laugh. “Maybe I felt like knockin’ Gojo’s pretty face in.”

You pause, glancing up at him. “Why?”

“Why not?” His gaze meets yours, hard and unyielding. “You seem real concerned about him, though. You two fuckin’ or somethin’?”

Your eyes widen, heat rushing to your cheeks. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I’m just askin’,” he says, leaning back with a smug grin. “Since he’s always all over you. Thought maybe you finally gave it up to him.”

“Shut up, Toji,” you snap, your voice trembling with anger.

“Why?” he taunts, his smirk growing. “You embarrassed? Or maybe you don’t like that I called it out.”

You stand abruptly, tossing the first-aid kit onto the couch beside him. “You’re such a dick, you know that? I come here to help you, and this is how you treat me?”

“I didn’t ask you to come,” he shoots back, his voice rising. “You just showed up like you always do, thinkin’ you can fix everything. Like you can fix me.”

Your breath catches, his words cutting deeper than you’d like to admit. “I’m not trying to fix you,” you say quietly.

“Bullshit,” he spits, standing to face you. “You’ve been tryin’ to fix me since we were kids. Always actin’ like you’re some kinda saint, like you’re better than me. Like you’re better than everybody.”

“That’s not true,” you argue, your voice trembling.

“Yes, it is,” he growls, stepping closer. “You think I didn’t notice? You think I didn’t see the way you treated me? Like some charity case you could pat yourself on the back for. Poor little Toji, right? Poor, angry, stupid Toji.”

You shake your head, tears stinging your eyes. “That’s not how it was. I just wanted to be your friend.”

“Friend?” he laughs bitterly. “You forced me to be your friend. I didn’t want you around, but you didn’t care. You kept comin’ back, smilin’ like an idiot, actin’ like everything was fine. And then one day, you just stopped. Guess you got tired of playin’ with your little project, huh?”

Your throat tightens, and you can barely get the words out. “I stopped because you made my life hell, Toji. You bullied me. You tormented me every chance you got.”

“Maybe you deserved it,” he snaps, his voice cold and cutting.

The words hit you like a slap, and you take a step back, your hands trembling. “You’re a selfish asshole,” you say, your voice breaking. “You’ve always been one.”

“Yeah? Well, maybe I got my reasons,” he shoots back, his voice rising.

“Then tell me!” you yell, tears streaming down your face now. “Tell me why you’ve been such a goddamn nightmare!”

He freezes for a moment, his chest heaving as he stares at you, his jaw tight. And then, suddenly, he explodes.

“You wanna know why?” he shouts, his voice raw and shaking. “Because you don’t know when to leave shit alone! You don’t know when to leave me alone! I didn’t want your kindness, or your pity, or whatever the hell you were sellin’. But you kept pushin’. Kept actin’ like you were so much better than me, like you could fix me. And it pissed me off, okay? It pissed me off because I knew it wasn’t real. I knew you’d get tired of me eventually, just like everybody else.”

You stand there, stunned, as his words wash over you.

“And you know what the worst part is?” he continues, his voice breaking. “You did get tired of me. You left, just like I knew you would. So don’t stand there and act like you’re some innocent little angel, ‘cause you’re not.”

You open your mouth to respond, but he cuts you off with a sharp gesture.

“Get the fuck out,” he snaps, his voice cold and final.

“Toji—”

“I said get out!” he yells, his voice echoing through the small apartment.

Your chest tightens as you grab your bag and head for the door, tears blurring your vision. You don’t look back as you step outside, the sound of the door slamming behind you ringing in your ears.

[dylannsboy]

I was designed to kill not to be loved maybe it's different in another universe I wish I wasn't the bad person and I always fuck things up nothing I do is enough I give my all for ppl but they're never satisfied it's like I'm too much but at the same time not enough no one ever focuses on my accomplishments only my mistakes and things I do wrong. I wish I wasn't some stupid loser that is going to end up alone Im already planning my death so if you guys ever see a post saying goodbye and if I don't post or text back in a month I'm dead I made a promise to myself at 13 that id be dead before 18 and I'm keeping that promise this life isn't worth living. It's been filled with nothing but hatred anger sadness and nothing good. I try to find a way to stay but it's getting too hard I've been suffering all my life I don't even remember the time I was truly happy even in elementary I was lonely and always sad BCS of the bullying I received. My parents have never told me they're proud of me so I feel like I can't accomplish anything BCS I'll never be noticed Im never noticed anyways Ive never heard my mum have love in her voice when talking to me but I've heard her have love in her voice when talking to other children/people. What's wrong with me why am I not good enough. No matter how I try it's never good enough so I'm just tired of fighting I just want love and to feel needed so this is I guess a vent and a prewarning of my su!c!de.

[f0point5]

So this exists lol Max is Judas apparently 🤣🤣

I love this 😂

And you know what it absolutely fits with George’s martyr personality lol

It will never not be funny that George went in so hard saying Max is a psychopath who bullies the whole grid and George is just standing up for the rule of law and the rest of the grid did not give one single fuck and clowned him till he had to be quiet

[auspicioustidings]

Chapter 2. Designation Aid

Masterlist (inc Content Warnings)

February

Hale was looking lean. Not unexpected, phase 2 always saw recruits lose weight given they were all surviving in the jungle. Still, that didn’t mean Kyle Garrick had to like it.

It’d been 9 weeks since Captain Price had first tried to fail her and here she was, still in this. For the first phase she probably had no idea the tension she caused in pack 141. They fought constantly. Gaz was in reluctant agreement that omegas shouldn’t be front line SAS, but at the same time he didn’t think it was his place to stop her when she was here legally. The screaming matches were the worst with Ghost because he was the biggest bully to her.

It came to a head when she passed phase 1. Ghost went nuclear at him, blamed him for being too soft with her. He tried not to take it personally, not when he knew Ghost’s history with omegas. But then Soap’s bond went dark.

Tav was the best of them, but his empathy was meaning that the vitriolic anger that was poisoning the pack bonds were hitting him hardest. So they sat as a pack and sorted things out.

The agreement was that they’d all lay off during phase 2. Gaz had been sure she wouldn’t make it and he felt like a dick for thinking it, but this was no place for an omega. It was no place for fucking anyone, miserable and starving out here. And yet she only had a week to go. Fuck.

He had been so arrogantly sure this would be where she failed that he’d agreed that if everyone just left her alone this phase that they could handle phase 3 as a pack. Evasion and tactical questioning. He’d agreed they’d be the ones hunting her down and torturing her. It was the last phase, the last opportunity to make sure this omega didn’t make it into the SAS, and he knew that his pack would go as hard as they needed to make her quit.

She was never supposed to get this far. He couldn’t understand it at all because he was observant and he saw that she was quietly struggling. Not with how hard this was, but with how she was denying omega comfort. After the first week her kit had been changed and while she accepted the better fitting and weight distributing body armour, she’d not taken the blanket.

It was a pathetic thing, but it would have at least been some minimal comfort to her biology. He had been poised and ready to kick the first one of the other recruits who tried to claim a blanket was special treatment out on their arse, but she never gave them the chance since she left it back at base in the UK.

God he wanted to force her to take something with any ounce of softness, any shred of comforting aura for an omega. It wouldn’t make her any less tough to cater to her biology. But then what did he expect? Hale was already getting a metric ton of shit for her designation, it made sense she wouldn’t be looking to invite anymore. But she was going to wind up getting sick at this rate.

“Hale!”

He immediately regretting barking out her name when she started to jog over. She was, as he had come to accept even if it was massively inconvenient at this time, a beautiful woman. At least to him. Some of her features weren’t the omega ideal. No little pert nose, instead a strong line that he had noticed had a little hole in one side, he thought from a piercing at one point. She had thick hair that was always braided back onto her head and he ignored the instinct to start whining like a child because he wanted to see what it looked like down. Thick eyebrows, long eyelashes that framed eyes that were looking more sunken in these days.

Of course Hale would manage to still make his stupid alpha side purr in the middle of a jungle on a diet and work regime meant to starve and exhaust her. He felt like a fucking caveman around her sometimes. He didn’t have particularly strong alpha instincts when it came to all the aggression and claiming and competition. It was the lesser cherished alpha traits of care taking and nurturing that were strong in him, so seeing an omega this poorly looked after made him feel nauseous.

And fuck, now she was looking up at him with that raised eyebrow and stubborn gaze. Waiting for him to reveal why he had even called her over, which was unfortunate because he didn’t have a good answer.

“Where’s your blanket?”

“Sir?”

“You were issued a blanket.”

She was suspicious, he could see that. Not that any of them had given her any reason to think them anything but alpha elitist pricks.

“Yes sir. Nobody else was issued a blanket and I do not intend to give myself any advantage over the rest of my team.”

Stubborn omega.

“Should I go ahead and confiscate Sergeant MacTavish’s knee brace? How about Sladowski’s glasses? While we’re at it, none of the beta’s get rut or heat blockers, so how about we just remove all of those so nobody has an advantage?”

She stayed quiet because she couldn’t really do much else. He was a senior officer and he knew he wasn’t being in any way gentle in how he spoke to her. It was how he spoke to all the recruits.

“What’s your designation Hale?”

“An omega” she mumbled.

“What was that?”

“An omega, sir.”

“And if there were any other omegas on the team, they’d have been given a blanket as well. You are of no use if you fall the fuck apart because you want to prove something instead of taking a designation aid. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.”

How was he supposed to survive this omega? Her eyes met his and there was such ferocity in them. He wanted to see what she was like when she wasn’t fighting. Was there a pack at home who took care of her? What was she like when she was around people she trusted and felt safe and cared for?

His traitorous cock partly disagreed, because it thoroughly enjoyed the defiant spark in those eyes. His dumb hind brain was all fantasies about how she would fight for control, how sometimes he might give it to her but sometimes he might fight back until she was loose and languid and those eyes had went all wide and soft.

Oh he was so fucked. He needed to check with medical if his scent and rut suppressants were working properly. Thinking about it there hadn’t been anything done to check if being in close proximity to an omega was having an affect and it probably should have been something being monitored. Did her previous team need to up their dosage?

“Is that everything sir?”

He was such a git. She looked so uncomfortable and of course she would be, he had just given her a dressing down and reminded her of her designation at the same time. It was his job as her superior officer, but it made him feel like shit none the less. Why did she have to be so fucking stubborn?

He swore under his breath and grabbed her arm to yank her around the side of the rickety base anyone who wasn’t a recruit was using, out of sight of any eyes. It wasn’t until she was against the wall and he was looming over her that he realised he was scaring her.

“This isn’t… has anyone…?” he asked, feeling like the air has just been knocked out of him.

Why did she look like that? Like she was frozen in fear but resigned to whatever horror she had imagined this was?

“I’m not here for that. I will report you and if it gets buried I will take it to court.”

Fierce little thing. He wanted to rampage and find out exactly why she seemed to have this line prepared and practiced. He wasn’t an idiot, the military was not a place for good people. Not that it would ever be confirmed, but the 141 had murdered some of their own in cold blood on ops before because they knew the higher ups would continue to hide the monsters in their own ranks. There wasn’t room here for due process, justice had been given by his hand before and he didn’t regret it.

But she didn’t trust him and he couldn’t force her to. To her he was another alpha who would protect his own. One day maybe, one day she’d give him names. Only of course she wouldn’t, she was going to tough out phase 2 and then he was going to ruin her in phase 3. She’d be gone.

“Good. Anyone gives you this kind of trouble you have my full permission to put a bullet in them Hale. That’s not what this is.”

She cleared her throat, eyes flickering to the ground. Damn it. He both hated seeing her seem unsure of herself and found it fascinating. It was the most omega she had looked since she’d barreled into trials.

“I’m not saying this to besmirch your designation Hale, but you’re going to crash out if you keep trying to fight it. Your team will start feeling it as well, they’re hard wired to be agitated around an omega in distress. We train that out of them as best we can, but it’s a situation we should be trying to avoid when possible.”

He took a breath and then took a step back, giving her space and leaving the decision in her hands. His posture was open and he knew he was pumping out soothing alpha pheromones. It was probably wildly unprofessional, but she hadn’t taken the fucking blanket and she needed something.

Gaz hadn’t expected her to take the unspoken offer, but he should have known her well enough by now to know even if she was stubborn, she did genuinely want to do well. Her commitment to the cause was more important to her than her pride he thought and she shakily stepped into his space.

This was a bad idea. The worst idea. Unprofessional. Should really just let her and the team suffer the consequences of her decision not to take the designation aid rather than act as one himself.

Didn’t stop him from carefully wrapping this omega in his arms and letting a deep purr vibrate through his chest. Although letting was maybe not the word, because the purr would have started up whether he willed it or not with her tucked against him.

Fuck. This was so messy. What he should be doing is encouraging the team of recruits to act like a proper team, to use the fact that there was an omega amongst alphas to their advantage. Not anything sexual, but just this. It was soothing, this kind of contact. There was plenty of science behind how purring between designations improved performance, mental fortitude and health outcomes.

Didn’t stop him from being a selfish wanker and taking this for himself instead. There was the softest purr coming from her, almost timid. It had been so long since he had an omega purr for him, thinking about it he was pretty sure the last time it had been his uncle at his mum’s funeral. He’d been a mess and he had been the only thing to keep him from losing it.

Neither of them spoke. This was just business after all, that’s what he kept telling himself even as his body and mind relaxed and his alpha stretched out, delighted with how warm a feeling this was. That’s what he kept telling himself when Hale let out a shuddering sigh of relief as she was finally given the comfort she needed.

Yes, there were times in the field it would be denied. He had been an alpha surrounded by alphas for long enough to know how much it fucked them all up to not have the soothing presence of an omega or the leveling presence of a beta for months at a time. It was why Price was constantly pushing for more betas to be in the SAS, looking to make sure each team had at least one that they could work with.

Sometimes he wondered if they were in the right about omegas being in the SAS. But then he thought about what would happen if she was deprived of any comfort for as long as they tended to be. Omegas, whether they liked it or not, needed it more. They got sicker faster than the other designations when they had to go without what they needed.

It wasn’t something he wanted to think about too long because it was complicated and uncomfortable to think through all the possible scenarios. Right now he just wanted her to be fucking safe. He was a terrible soldier to let an omega affect him this much.

“When we touch back down at home base you’re going to take the blanket Hale. Tell me.”

He resisted the urge to hold her close when she unwrapped herself from him and took a step back to stand straight.

“When we touch back down at home base I will take a designation aid sir.”

He bit back the ‘good girl’ that wanted to spill from his lips.

“Get back to your post.”

“Yes, sir.”

-

Charu was mad at herself. She ironically took pride in not being controlled by her pride, and yet Sergeant Garrick had been right. Not taking that stupid blanket had been fuelled by nothing but stubborn pride. It would have helped her stay level. Probably wouldn’t have been enough to avoid getting sick and exhausted, all of them were sick and exhausted, but it at least would have stopped it from getting as bad.

She didn’t like being an omega, but she wouldn’t say she hated it. She hated how other people viewed her because of it. She hated the assumption that she was somehow less than. She hated that the team she was with would be able to give themselves an advantage from doing the same as her and the Sergeant had done, but none of them would be willing to admit weakness in the form of benefiting from the comfort. Not that she could say shit given that’s exactly what she had done not taking the blanket.

The alphas she had historically met in the military would never be caught admitting that having an omega around was good for them. It wasn’t all the omega that benefited, the alpha got a lot out of it as well. Hell, they would never even admit that having a beta on every team had been proven to make a team better at their jobs and proven to make everyone on the team happier.

And she had to accept that she was struggling to admit that she would be better off with alphas and betas around. It made her feel weak, but ignoring it made her actually weak. Even after one little nuzzle with an alpha she was feeling stronger, more calm and alert.

She groaned in embarrassment. Why did it have to be stupid handsome Sergeant Garrick? At least the Captain and Lieutenant were so unbelievably horrible and the other Sergeant so bad at flirting that it would have made the cuddle a little less… urgh. She had to admit it, it would have been a little less… arousing.

Sue her, Kyle Garrick was such a gorgeous alpha. Firm but not aggressive in the way she had come to know military alphas to be, only an edge of ruggedness to his handsomeness that made him feel safe and a frankly disrespectfully stunning smile. It wasn’t like she was the only one affected, half of the damn recruits had a crush on him.

But she knew fine well who his pack was so even if her omega was twitterpated and he hadn’t been anywhere near the level of awful as the rest of them it didn't matter. And he was a senior officer, so absolutely not.

She wondered what his scent was, imagining something comforting. It was a nice little reprieve from the fucking misery of the jungle even if it didn’t last long since they were already on to the next impossible hike.

At least she was Hale now. The first month they were all only a number and a colour, she had been Red 4. There had been 220 of them at the start, and now nearly 2 months later nearing the end of phase 2 it was down to 10. 2 people had went home half dead, one of them shot. No dummy rounds for this, it was all live ammunition.

She knew this might be for nothing. They’d ask the instructors in a week if they’d feel safe with her on their team and if all of them said no she was out. Maybe Garrick would say yes, but she didn’t think the rest of the 141 would. They’d given her hell phase 1 and more or less ignored her phase 2. But then they were all 10 of them pretty much ignored for this phase, left to see if they could work together.

She didn’t actually mind the 9 alphas she was with. Mostly because at this point a lot of the fight was gone, they were all just trying to survive. Weston and Singh were right wankers, had given her a hard time from the start. Most of them just half ignored her until they couldn’t. Sully and Sani were sort of allies. The two of them hadn’t ever been outright hostile to her, even at the start. She could more or less trust that they’d work with her.

She sort of suspected they might be together. As a female alpha, Patience Sani was also an outsider here. Her and Lewis Sully knew each other when this started and they had been attached at the hip since then. Charu was very much on the outside of the two of them, but she liked them well enough.

If she had to pick who was going to make it to the end, her top would either be Sani or Weston - as much as she hated the latter he was shit hot at combat and was a tactical genius. Singh was good too, but they all knew he was both stealing rations and had tried to get her caught by a stray bullet on purpose even if nobody said it out loud.

She wondered who exactly had her back because soon after that incident he had staggered back to the group with a busted up face and what she was fairly certain were at least a few cracked ribs. Poor guy was even more miserable than the rest of them given the constant pain he was in. Could have been a coincidence she supposed.

One more week until judgement. Fuck she hoped one of them voted in her favour.

-

March

“Because more will come if we don’t do this right.”

Soap loved Ghost. Scent matches between alphas were rare, but the first time he had scented Ghost it had rammed into him like a freight train.

They’d already been involved by the time they were around one another off scent suppressants. Not full sex, they were alphas at the end of the day. Even if he had a miserable number of shameful wanks in the shower thinking about taking cock in his arse rather than his mouth, it was too submissive for him to ever go through with it.

He already knew he wasn’t a good alpha sometimes. He fought against the urges he got on occasion to just relax into soft things, to cuddle up and purr for his pack. That wasn’t what alphas did with alphas.

Blow jobs and wanking off were fine though. At this point it was really just polite when they were out on long, lonely missions.

Even now he was so surprised whenever he was treated to Ghost’s scent. The man was rough around the edges and crude as anything, but his scent was at odds with his personality. Decadent, rich red wine warmed by the sun. It put him right in a vineyard somewhere as the sun dipped low, all languid and flushed with expensive alcohol.

Ghost had laughed when he first caught Soap’s scent. Sauna. He smelled like a sauna, dry heat on wood. It was the thing that bound pack 141, all warm scents. Was a nightmare when they were mad, everything smelled scorched and ashy.

All this to say that truly, Soap did love Simon Riley. It did not stop him from sinking a fist into his stupid fucking face and splitting his knuckles on the mask.

Because more will come if we don’t do this right.

That had been his justification for going against his pack and saying that he would feel safe with Charu Hale on his team. She’d passed stage 2 because of him. They were going to hunt her down, drag her to a basement and break her because of him.

Because he needed to set an example so no more omegas would apply.

Soap didn’t particularly like Hale, but Christ he didn’t think this was right. They were supposed to be trying to get all of the recruits to quit in reality because sending someone out on their kind of jobs who wasn’t unbreakable was going to end in mass carnage, so it wasn’t so much that they’d be hunting her or doing the whole ‘interrogation’. They’d done that to people before.

It was that he knew they weren’t going to be fair at all. They were going to give her far more hell than any alpha or the rare beta that passed through trials and they all knew it. Why couldn’t they just have sent her home now?

She made him uncomfortable and he was unsure what it was. He’d die to fuck her sure, had tried to flirt the pants off of her with no success the first few weeks, but it was more than that. He was just so… angry at her sometimes. He had been born all hard edges and destined to blow shit up and while he was fine with it, he couldn’t believe she would have the opportunity to have a cosy, safe existence and she would throw it away.

This was no place for an omega, why couldn’t she see that? And why did Ghost have to be so fucking tactical about everything to the point that he was icing his knuckles and stewing over the fact that maybe he was right?

If Hale was sent back now she’d go right back to the army and more omegas would try out. If they sent her back broken, it made a statement. If things got so bad so had to quit rather than them sending her back, it made a statement. One that made them monsters, but then what were they if not monsters who did horrible things for the greater good?

Time to be monsters.

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 20h of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: 20th of December, and another pretty thing waiting for you! I hope you will be able to enjoy it! <3

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Penny(SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1013 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: teasing, cunnilingus, edging, Penny is kind of being a bully!

Having Penny read to you was one of your favourite things in the world. It just had something so genuine about it to come home after a long day of doing farm work, your head finding home on your girlfriend’s lap after taking a long, much needed shower, just to find out what was going to happen in the next chapter of the book you were reading together. And, to be honest, there was this additional bonus of Penny not being able to hold her hands still completely, which often meant that her fingers were threading through your hair. It always helped you come down from a hard day of work, enough so that you often didn’t even make it to the end of the chapter, asleep on Penny’s lap before she could finish turning the pages. You were lucky, though, because your girlfriend had enough mercy to give you a quick summary over your morning coffees the next day. You would have never admitted it, but you found out more about those books you were reading over a steaming hot cup of coffee than when you were half-asleep on her lap, but neither of you seemed to mind too much.

Even now in winter, your little ritual persisted, with only a few little changes. The book had turned in some kind of advent calendar, offering a new story every day. Your outfits had grown a little cozier, and you weren’t usually half-asleep on her lap when she was reading to you – winter simply went easier on you than the other seasons, and asides from the few days you were mining, you usually were pretty much awake when being read to.

Today there was something a little different about your usual session, though. It was you holding the book in your hand, trying to read. That said, you were trying because that was all you were managing. You were stumbling over your words, eyes not properly focusing on them, no matter how much you blinked. To be fair, though, it wasn’t easy to read when your wife’s tongue was pressed against your cunt, licking long, steady drags through your folds, lips suckling at your clit with quick smack, smack, smacks just for her to lap at your twitchy hole, licking up the hot gush of slick with an eager hunger that made your thighs twitch.  But that wasn’t only thing that made focusing so hard, oh no. It was the fact that Penny stopped every. Single. Time. You stopped reading, and mercilessly so. Brown eyes looking up at you, eyebrow quirking in an expecting manner. “So? What happens next? I can’t hear you read,” she would tell you when your lips quivered, moan having interrupted your reading and tongue refusing to help forming the words your eyes were catching just barely. You would look back at her, about to ask if you seriously had to read on, but Penny wouldn’t have it. “If you stop reading, I will stop this, love. That was the deal.” And so you picked up the book again, finger frantically searching for where you had left off, tongue stumbling over the words as soon as Penny’s found your clit again. You knew she was a strict teacher, but holy fuck, this took it to the next level. Her lips wrapping around your clit as she nuzzled her head from side to side made your eyes roll, almost losing the thread you had so sloppily picked up again. You could feel your wife’s eyes on you as her tongue lapped up what you gave her, her face nuzzled into your cunt like she was starving, and you were the best meal served. Her hands were hooked around your legs, hands holding down your hips to make sure you couldn’t just take what you needed if you stopped reading. “A-and the snowman- Ohhhh Yoba, Penny, right there, pleasepleaseplease,” you gasped, feeling her tongue push into your weepy hole, just for her to stop the sweet, sweet laps. “What happened to the snowman, darling? I can’t wait to know.” How was she this calm and collected? You were falling apart under her tongue, and she was just so strict, not even giving in the slightest. She even licked her lips clean, head tilted to the side as she looked up at you, “simply~ can’t~ wait,” she cooed, tapping your clit with her fingers three times, smiling to herself when your thighs twitched with every tap. “Don’t want to know what happens to the snowman? I bet you do, maybe I should just read on if you can’t-“ “And the snowman wandered on, ready to start his big adventure. But little did he know, his adventure required…” The licks and laps on your cunt picked up again, making your back arch, the words on the page growing blurry again. Yoba, this dirty thing was spelling the letters you were reading to her on your cunt, and then she dared to look up at you so innocently. Like she didn’t exactly know what she was doing? Your hands gripped the book tighter, trying to follow the story of a stupid snowman, but your brain didn’t register a single word. You hoped he would melt, that his pathetic departure would drench this stupid book and free you of the task of reading, allow you to focus on the pleasure rafting through you- “Can’t focus, love?” Oh, she was devilish. Sweet on the outside and rotten dirty to the cor, at least in situations like these where she felt like was having the upper hand. To be completely honest, with the way her tongue was tormenting you, spelling on you like you were her very own textbook, she did. But she would be reading tomorrow, and then you would see how well she could focus with your tongue tormenting her cunt, maybe you would even use a toy on her-

“Darrrrrlingggg,” a sing-song voice chimed, “what did the snowman do next?” Holy fuck, this was going to be an orgasm you’d need to work for.

[the-perverse-library]

Sally was living the dream, corrupting horny souls into indulging in all their deepest, sluttiest fantasies all while cumming her brains out. Whenever a Koball wasn't slapping its cock on her face, she could see Tristan eagerly become the centre of a fuckmeat sandwich. The femboy dark elf drilling deep into the tight ass of the drooling Koball beneath him while getting his prostate bullied by the squealing Koball riding his fat fuckable ass. She knew that Tristan would definitely be renting out this game the moment they returned to the real world.

The red-headed witch released a moan, forcing all the fat-cocked monsters crawling all over her to cum instantly. Her freckled skin was smothered in crashing tidal waves of jizz and her belly practically tripled in size as her womb and stomach were filled to bursting. Sally eyed the nun explorer, saw her wide-eyed expression as the sweet virgin kept gawking at her, and Tristan. She could see the shame and jealousy on her face as the beautiful maiden's hands trembled as they hovered over her tits. "We're just here to clear out the Koball nest." Sally called out as she reached out to jack off two of the lizard monsters. "If you want, we'll split the reward three ways if you help us. I'll make sure to keep these creatures in check." Sally blew the nun a kiss. It will be our little secret, I promise! Sally psychically informed the explorer. You could have these two if you wanted, they're hard, hot, and just about ready to burst!

The Koballs were all lust-drunk messes. Their minds and bodies were overwhelmed, and pleasure seared and coursed through them like a heady drunk or an insanely powerful aphrodisiac. No matter how hard or how long their climaxes were, their balls always seemed to churn out even more! It was too much! Their hips were moving on their own as they tried to fuck every inch of the redheaded beauty that was taking almost the nest on herself. "C-CAN'T STOP... F-FUCKING! M-MUST.... K-K-KEEP FUCKING!!!" The Koball chief howled as he leapt onto Sally's face, held her hair in and stuffed his throbbing, jizz-drooling cock down her throat.

The pair with Tristan weren't doing any better. The one beneath Tristan was flailing wildly as the dark elf's fat cock was flattening his prostate and making him douse himself in cum. His brain was too fried to even think about trying to speak, all he could do was hump the ground and swallowed every fat load of cum that exploded out of his trembling cock. The one above Tristan was a wailing, drunken slut. His face was slack from constant pleasure as he battered his cockhead against Tristan's prostate, bathing it in Koball cum every time his balls slapped against the dark elf's own heavy nutsack. He'd never leave willingly, either he'd have to pass out or be pried off of this femboy's gorgeously fuckable ass.

Butt Staring - Tristan had found the copy of the game Lands of Luste in the library. He was gonna ask Sally if she had played it before, but seeing her putting the books on the lower shelf kinda distracted him.

@worldsoflustandwonder

Sally smirked as she felt someone's eyes land on her ass and stay there. She licked her lips as she arched her back and pushed her ass up and out, causing her denim shorts to groan as they tried to keep her fat ass contained.

"Well, ~hello~ there, darling; how can I help you today?" Sally flirtatiously asked as she blew a kiss to the dark-haired man shamelessly ogling her ass. "Oh~! Lands of Luste is my favourite. In fact, and I don't mean to brag, but I've even 1000% completed it." Sally purred as the store shivered, revealing posters and novelisations of her run-throughs of the game and some of the characters from the game. The biggest was a poster displaying a woman who looks nearly identical to Sally eating out a Desdemona on a pile of treasure, another was of a redheaded barbarian with a fat horsecock gaping and ruining Rubuzza's pussy, and even a picture of a fat-assed, redheaded rogue strapped to the underside of Brahna as she rides into battle.

"Y'know... we could go in the back and play it together if you really wanted." Sally offered Tristan as she finally, but slowly, got off of her knees.