#hoodie is fucking merciless

[lordprettyflackotara]

betrayed || masky

tw: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. abuse? masky beats the shit out of you, gun play for like five seconds, choking, hate sex, breeding, size kink

a/n: everyone do me a favor and pretend the plot to this isn’t kinda all over the place

“You fucking bitch!”

Masky’s voice was hoarse, his fist colliding with your nose once more. You had lost track of time of how long you’d been here, your head hanging as you gasped for air. The beating was one you could handle, Slenderman having trained you well, but the guilt Masky was attempting to make you feel was something you couldn’t have prepared for. “After all these years, you’re going to betray us? You’re going to leave? To do what? Work for Trenderman?!” He hissed. He stomped before you, gripping the handles of your wooden chair with his gloved hands. His eyes were cold and merciless, peering at you from behind the mask he refused to take off. Your hands were bound behind you, the chains rattling as you attempted to breath with them wrapped around your ribcage.

Trenderman had offered you a position at his mansion. You’d continue being a proxy, but you’d be under his management instead of Slender’s. The Trenderman mansion was a more poised and mindful group of creeps, his proxies the same way. Cat Hunter and Kate had been assigned to him first, them being gifts from Slender. However they lacked leadership. That’s where you came in. Slender had four proxies including you, Trenderman had two. You were the newest member. It only made sense to formally invite you to lead the duo. Trenderman was classy like that, he wasn’t going to force you to do anything. Plus it would make him even with his brother, something he knew Slenderman would understand.

However, Masky did not understand.

Masky had discovered your invitation, as well as your agreement scribbled on it. It enraged him, leading him to drag you into his hellish chambers. The proxies were not afraid to torture someone and you were no exception. Toby and Hoodie were unaware of your choice, but Masky’s interpretation was betrayal. “After everything i’ve done for you, you leave to go be an uppity proxy for the goddamn Trender mansion?!” Masky snarled. The brunette had saved you time and time again. Being a female proxy with some sanity left meant you were a target, constantly. On missions, to the creeps. He fought off all of them for you. “What’s he offering you huh? To be the group leader?” He questioned. You briefly managed to meet his gaze, before looking back down as you panted.

You were sure one of your ribs was cracked, if not at the very least bruised to hell. Masky didn’t know how to control his anger, you knew that. Thats why you didn’t tell him or anyone except for Slender. You knew Slenderman let his mansion residents do pretty much whatever they wanted, but he was bound to his word. You knew he wouldn’t talk. What you hadn’t accounted for was Masky’s snooping. He had gone into your room, searching for you to join him for training. An ominous red envelope sat on your dresser and Masky will admit it, he couldn’t resist the temptation to open it. His lack of will power landed you covered in sweat and blood, the light bulb that dimly illuminated the room flickering. “So that’s it. None of us matter, as long as you’re in a position of power,” He concluded. He swiftly turned around, grabbing his small wooden chair and chucking it against the concrete wall.

The wood shattered into chips, causing you to cringe at the loud noise. “After everything i’ve done for you. Do you think taking a stab wound from Candypop was easy? Huh? All because he looked at you funny?” Masky rambled. You managed to clear your throat, swallowing the remaining saliva and blood that occupied your mouth. “You’re a shit leader Masky. You handle all of your problems just like this. Hot headed and without logic,” You hissed. Masky glared at the floor below, bracing himself against the concrete wall. “Let’s face it. Without Hoodie you wouldn’t know how to do shit. You may be the muscle but he’s the brains. You’re not the leader, you’re the fucking puppet for the puppeteer!” You yelled, venom lacing your words. Masky turned toward you suddenly, grabbing you by the collar of your shirt. “Dont forget what you are princess. You’re a proxy just like the rest of us. This isn’t a promotion. You’re still going to be a filthy slave just like the rest of us. Do you really think it’s smart to burn bridges with the people you’re going to spend entirety with?” Masky seethed.

You shuddered under the feeling of his gloves, the material rough as you boldly stared back at him. He noticed the slight shift in your facial expression, the way your willpower was cracking. He chuckled darkly, a sadistic grin spreading across his lips under his mask. “Cmon princess I thought you were smart. Don’t tell me you really thought you were climbing up the corporate ladder,” Masky said. You wanted better. You wanted something better for yourself. Trenderman’s mansion seemed like a way out. A way to have some sort of structure and honor, even if your freedom was stripped away. “Fuck you Masky. You’re just pissed your hard work hasn’t paid off,” You growled. The brunette stood up, glaring down at you. You could feel blood droplets still trickling down your nose, threatening to spill over your lips. Masky grabbed your face, wiping his gloved thumb over the crimson paint.

You hated how flustered his touch made you, his large hands for once demonstrating some form of compassion. You snapped out of your trance, cringing at his tough. “Dont touch me,” You snapped, jerking your head away from him. Masky gritted his teeth, before smacking you across the face. This time you could taste blood, the metallic flavor dancing across your tastebuds. You choked, gasping for air as you spat onto the floor. “You call yourself a proxy? Unchain me and fight me like a man you bastard!” You hissed. Truthfully you didn’t know how much damage you could inflict in your position. You expected your nose to be broken somehow, blunt force trauma causing your nose to become a faucet. Your ribs were fucked, your jaw was popped just almost out of its socket. You were also sweaty, tired, and hungry. However you knew without a shadow of a doubt Masky was taking it easy on you. You had been tasked to torture people together. You knew what the sick fuck could do.

“You wanna fight? Fine. Prove to me you deserve to be a leader,” Masky grumbled. He huffed behind you, undoing your shackles. The chain clanked to the floor, immediately relief washing over your bruised wrist. The minute you were free, you caught Masky off guard. You swiped around him, grabbing his gun that was tucked into his back waistband. You knew exactly where he kept it, you didn’t need any other attack. You pointed the gun directly at his temple, backing him against the wall. He slowly raised his hands, scrawling at you from behind the mask. “Pathetic. I expected more from you,” You spat. Forcefully you grabbed his mask off his face, revealing the hateful expression he wore proudly. “You betrayed us. You betrayed me,” Masky argued. You took the end of the gun, removing it from his temple and shoving it past his lips. “Open your mouth or i’ll break your teeth in,” You threatened. In an odd way you liked this, humiliating him like this. After how much he had put you through, putting the end of a gun in his mouth was the least you could get away with.

Masky stared wide eyed as he loosened his jaw, allowing the gun to go inside of his mouth. There was something about it, something erotic he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the danger that he knew his gun brought. Or the amount of blood that the weapon had produced. Or maybe it was the determined stare you were giving him, your eyebrows furrowed and face hardened. You were so cute like this, so angry. You were always feisty, Masky knew that was a character trait of yours long before you joined his little band of misfits. And honestly, with the blood dripping down your face and messy hair, he had never been more turned on his life. You picked up on the subtle body language changes Masky was making, the sight causing you to raise your furrowed eyebrows. His face was turning a light tint of pink. “What’s your problem?” You asked, genuinely confused. You glanced down, Masky’s boner visible through his jeans. “What the fuck-” You whispered. Masky used your shock to his advantage, swiftly flipping you both around.

He disarmed his gun from you, pinning you against the wall. Lazily he tossed the weapon aside, using his hands to corner you. “Enough games princess. Let’s face it. We’ve always had tension. It’s always been you and me. The late night car rides when we’re the only ones awake. The way we make each other coffee. I see the way you look at me. You can’t lie,” Masky hissed. He wedged his knee in between your thighs, rubbing up against your clothed cunt. “You wanna up and leave? You wanna leave me?” He asked. For a brief moment he looked upset, insulted even. “The real betrayal is not you trying to leave, it’s you trying to leave and act like there’s nothing between us princess,” He snarled. His face hardened once more, your core beginning to throb from the pressure his knee was providing. “Please, just let me have a taste of heaven once,” He mumbled lowly. You stared up at him, grabbing handfuls of his jacket. You pulled him towards you, pressing your blood stained lips against his. His lips were rough against yours, desperate and hungry.

How long had he waited for this? To grab your waist, tugging at the hem of your shirt. You both were like feral animals, tearing at each other clothes. “Someone’s eager, hmm?” Masky teased, relieved to see you match his energy. You pushed him, forcing to sit down in the chair you once sat in. You straddled his hips, rolling them against his aching cock. “Fucking hell princess, you’re killing me here,” Masky groaned. His large hands gripped your ass, squeezing it harshly. Your shirt was long discarded, your hands beginning to fiddle with the clip of your bra. “Please, allow me,” Masky grinned, reaching around and unclipping your bra in a swift motion. He began peppering kisses against your chest, your hips continuing to roll against his. “I didn’t think you’d even know what a bra was, you’re such a virgin,” You smirked, tilting your head back. Masky began sucking at your breast, purposefully missing your exposed hardened nipples. He was littering your skin with marks, his chocolate eyes never straying from yours. He released your skin with a pop, his lips a darker pink. “I don’t fuck like one, but you’ll find that out first hand,” He argued.

Finally he brought your left nipple to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. He had waited so long to hear that mouth of yours moan his name, your head tilted back and his name falling off of your tongue. You were soaking through your panties, the dampness forming a wet spot through your shorts and onto Masky’s jeans. “Fuck, Masky,” You whined, his tongue swirling around your nipple. He grunted as he grabbed you, throwing you onto the hard concrete floor before crawling on top of you. “You’re such an inconsiderate asshole,” You gritted through your teeth, lifting your hips to help him remove your shorts. Masky tossed them aside carelessly, before undoing his belt. The sound of clinking metal sent a shiver of anticipation down your spine. “Funny, coming from the traitor,” He huffed. He shoved down his jeans and boxers, his hard cock visibly twitching as Masky eyed your cunt. He leaned over you, his breath hot against your ear as the concrete pricked at your bare back. “In all my fantasies i’ve eaten you out for hours, made you squirm beneath me and beg for more. But if i’m being honest with myself, your betrayal has never made me want to fuck you more. I’m not going to wait,” Masky whispered.

His teeth grazed your earlobe, causing you to shiver as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your swollen sex. You whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Brace yourself princess,” He grumbled, before abruptly shoving himself inside of you. You gasped, your eyes wide and staring at the flickering lightbulb above as he split you in half. Your nails dug into his back, the sharp pain making him grit his teeth. “You can take it. I know you can,” He grunted, pushing himself in further. Your gummy walls were clinging to him, milking his cock in further even as you struggled to take him. Your body was screaming in an odd mixture of pain and pleasure, Masky’s lips pecking sloppy kisses against your ear and down to your neck. “I fucking hate you Masky. I always have. I hate the way you make me feel,” You confessed. You screwed your eyes shut as your body began to relax, Masky’s lips not letting up for a second. “You wanna know why i’m transferring to Trender’s? I refuse to fall in love with you. You sick twisted fuck,” You admitted, your last insult turning into a groan as Masky bottomed out inside of you. He lifted himself, just enough to where he was hovering over you. “I hate you too princess. But don’t lie to yourself. I feel the way you’re squeezing me. It’s a little too late for that,” Masky barked, before slowly moving his hips.

You moaned as he began to snap his hips into yours, your legs wrapping around his waist. His gloved hand came to your throat, viscously beginning to choke you. You gasped, your moans becoming restricted as he fucked you. “You’re such a fucking whore. You know that? Those little shorts you wear on missions. You think i’m the only one who noticed?” Masky rambled. His anger fueled his thrust, his cock abusing your g spot with each thrust. He choked you harder, your groans becoming choked sounds as he plowed into you. “Toby jerks off to you behind closed doors. Did you know that? And Hoodie has secretly recorded you showering so many times I can’t recall how many of those shitty cameras i’ve destroyed,” Masky continued, His eyes were full of darkness and rage, staring down at you intimidatingly. Your nails sank deeper into his back, Masky’s cock twitching at the sensation. He began to fuck you harder, releasing your throat and relishing in the sight of you gasping for air. “You’re never gonna forget me, i’m not going to let you,” Masky grumbled. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, listening to you mercilessly moan his name. It was the sweetest mantra he had ever heard and he attempted to ingrain it into his memory as he fucked you.

“I’m gonna fill you to the fuckin brim with my cum. You wanna play games? You’ll never get rid of me. I’ll leave you with a kid that looks just like me,” Masky groaned. Your walls squeezed his tighter, a sadistic smirk forming across his lips. “Oh you like that you sick little slut? Being bred by me? Why didn’t you just say so?” He questioned mockingly. You could feel your own orgasm approaching quickly, his filthy words making you come closer and closer to the edge of euphoria. “Masky, please, so close,” You whined, your fingers now entangling themselves with his thick brown hair. Masky rewrapped his fingers around your throat, pushing you down further against the pavement as he grunted into your neck. This was humiliating and borderline disgusting, yet you were on a high not even Slenderman himself could ruin. Your orgasm was sudden, Masky’s thrust not halting for a second as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your brain didn’t have time to process anything, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as your walls milked Masky to his own high. Your name fell off of his lips as he came buried inside of you, both of you panting messes as his seed painted your inner walls.

“I think I may stay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

[quackmiffy]

fucking him when he's sick :0

it’s so, so hot. that’s all he feels, warmth and wetness and heat.

alex reclines farther into the couch with the apples of his cheeks flushing and his hips bucking. he’s bundled up in a hoodie and sticky strands of hair are plastered to his forehead as he watches you go up, up, up and down, down, down.

“fuck me, baby. ohgod, feels so fuckin’ good, mmpf!!”

“yeah? i love riding you, ‘lex. you feel so hot, are you sure you want me to—“

“don’t stop, don’t! pleaseplease, ‘m feeling so much—ngh, better already…”

his words are punctuated with a loud sniffle as he pulls your wriggling hips closer; hips slotting together till he’s nestled deep inside you and whimpering. his mouth lazily runs over your tits, sucking on your nipples and moving you against his throbbing cock.

“ah, fuck. ‘m gonna cum like this, fuckk, baby—ohmygod. ‘m so close!”

your thighs burn as you work harder to work your cunt over alex’s dick. you’re so sloppy, barely able to hold yourself upright as you merciless bounce on his leaking tip. he goes in for a kiss, and you shake your head with an evil, knowing smirk.

“no—ugh! no kisses, remember? don’t wanna get me sick.”

“i-i can’t cum ‘nless i kiss you! please, mama, let me cum. i’m so hot, can feel ‘m gonna burst and fill you up!! please?”

he’s gleaning for a kiss and you grant his sick lips a sugary kiss. he was right, stomach flailing as he thrusts up into you before filling you with his cum. a strangled cry escapes alex as you fuck yourself back onto him with a soft smile. he goes practically boneless as he empties himself inside you; his eyes lidded, spent and exhausted.

“god, fuck. ‘m still sick, still so pent up. can we go one more time? pleaseee?…”

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Desperate Words and Black Hoodies

Content Includes: Hard!Dom Daddy Bang Chan x bratty sub!fem reader. Daddy is just used as a term of endearment, light degradation, praise, kissing, floor sex, desperate and needy sex scent play, aftercare, 18+ only.

Word Count: 900 words (give or take)

Requested By: @bangchanbabygirlx

'Use me'

You panted out with hesitation, gazing down at Chan's tense appearance and the frustration evident on his face.

A few steps forward and you wrapped your arms lovingly around Chan's neck, heat already rising from the lustful glare in his eyes.

'I'm here..let me release you stress, do whatever you need to feel good'

You gazed at him lovingly but the way his hands gripped your sides and the soft breaths and pants leaving his mouth gave you the confirmation in knowing your plan was working.

'Choose your words carefully baby girl'

His thumb ran over the bottom of your lip as he spoke, his growing smirk was matching the mischief in his eyes.

'You won't be able to take them back while I fuck you senseless'.

An eyebrow of yours quirked and a small smirk plastered across your mouth as you stared at Bang Chan straight in the eye, prodding the beast with a stick.

'Fuck...Me'

You could see the shift from bothered to predatory in seconds as a low growl emerged from Chan's throat, his hand quickly held the back of your nape, pulling your chin up towards him.

Teeth and saliva were pulled and pushed down your mouth and throat as the warmth of Chan's body pressed you against the wall, his hips grinding and his hands roaming all over your body.

'Daddy's baby girl' He groaned out in between pants and kisses, his hands pushing under your shirt and stroking all over your back.

'You just like being a brat for me, don't you?'

He pulled away just for a few moments to remove his hoodie from his torso, carelessly dropping it on the floor before cradling your face and kissing your face feverishly.

'Mmmm, you're Daddy's little bitch?'

A soft groan and whine was murmured into Chan's mouth but clearly it was not the reaction he wanted as his snaked an arm around your back, his other hand gripping the sides of your jaw, puckering your lips.

'I said...' He huffed, a twang of husk and depravity laced in his voice.

'Are you Daddy's little bitch?'

'Yes' You whimpered out, your heart racing and cunt aching from how small you felt under the merciless grip he had on you right now.

'Yes...what?'

'I'm...Daddy's little bitch...'

His grip softened but his smirk was wide and he stared at you like an animal who had successfully caught his prey.

'Good girl'

His tone was soft, leaning forward and pressing a gentle but loving kiss to your mouth as a reward.

'You're Daddy's good girl'.

With a grunt and a hefty sigh, Chan had your legs wrapped around his waist, fingers pressing into the meat of your thigh as he gently...'gently' laid your back down onto the softness of his hoodie.

'My baby girl wants to be used...I'll fuck you on the floor right now then yeah?'

'Want your cock inside of me...' You panted, aimlessly trying to remove your pants and underwear as Chan moved to remove his own.

The passion and need was too much so both of you ended up shirtless with fabric pulled down around each other's calves.

'My cock is aching right now to be inside of your wet cunt' He teased, the tip teasing your folds and his legs between yours.

'But I guess I can just fuck you like this if you won't say the right word for Daddy'.

Your chest and jaw was blushed scarlett and sweat was beading around your temples, as your hips hitched and bottom lip clenched between your teeth.

'Please...' You whispered, hands rubbing up and down his sides in eagerness.

'Mmm?' He leaned down, his head moving further into your neck.

'Say that again? I can't hear you?'

The mocking voice of his was only turning you on even more, your body almost quaking with how much you craved Chan to simply just be inside of you.

'Please...please Daddy...need your cock so bad'

Your whines and pleas were cut short by Chan pushing inside of you with one quick, clean and hard thrust.

'Ahhh!!'

A mixture of gasps was heard through the air as Chan immediately pulled his hips back all the way to the tip and snapped back again, the force of his thrusts causing you to slide against the material of his hoodie.

'Such a dirty girl for Daddy'

His praises were hoarse and heavenly to your ear, the harshness of his thrusts were softened by the way his fingers lovingly caressed your hair and his soft kisses planted across your cheek and neck.

'Daddy loves letting you warm his cock like this yeah? You'll let me fuck you anywhere and anytime right?'

His body was starting to shudder and twitch above you, the muscles flexing and tensing under your hands.

You could feel he was going to cum soon, he just needed that extra push.

'I'll let you do whatever you want to me' You panted in Chan's ear, wrapping your legs tighter around his hips, your teeth nipping his earlobe.

'Because I'm Daddy's baby girl...love how you take care of me'.

His hips spasmed and you could feel the warmth of his cum fill deep inside of you, a loud whimper was heard as his face was buried in your neck.

There was a moment of comfortable silence as you stroked your hands through Chan's sweaty hair, his arm sliding down to intertwine his free hand with yours, stroking the skin with his thumb in silent appreciation.

'You okay?' Chan murmured against your neck, nuzzling the space with his nose, engulfing himself with your natural scent.

'Yeah baby' You sighed in comfort,

'I'm okay'.

You kissed his cheek and leaned your head back so you could give him a soft smile, his eyes staring at you with so much love and care and you were sure he could feel the care you had for him too.

'We have to get up on this floor don't we?' He chuckled lightly, planting his knees down and pushing himself up on his wrists, detaching himself from you.

'If you don't want me to get cum on the floor then yeah...' You joked, pushing yourself up on your elbows.

Chan's eyes widened and you could see the lightbulb flash in his eyes, your eyebrow peaking in curiosity.

'Keep your legs together' He told you firmly as he helped you nudge your thighs together, grabbing the arm of the hoodie underneath you and pulling.

'I don't want to get cum on this hoodie, I want to wear it to the studio with me tomorrow?'

Your mouth opened in shock and a gasp of surprise filled the air.

'You can't do that!'

'Why not?' He clutched the hoodie to his chest, smiling at you playfully.

'It's my hoodie, yeah?'

It is a canonical event now that Chan is the type to say 'yeah?' in his Aussie accent during moments of filth.

It's so on-point and it makes me even more delusional.

The prompt was:

'Bang Chan taking his stress out on y/n with strength kink?'

And I feel this gave what it was meant to give.

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[creepsopasta]

playing games with some pastas

includes; eyeless jack, jeff the killer, hoodie, masky, ticci toby, homicidal liu, kagekao

eyeless jack:

- bit of a sore loser. not good with games that make him rage or online games

- voice chat with him is crazy!! he is literally foaming at the mouth yelling and cursing he is so bad at games :(

- “jack it’s gonna be okay” “FUCK you”

- he is not very kind about his losses

- most likely ends up throwing the control at the tv and breaking it (bad ending)

- whenever he ends up winning he’s ecstatic he does not stop talking about it and will brag about it to you exclusively. just go with it okay he needs it for his already shattered ego

- 0/10 experience would not do again.. okay maybe he would if you talked him into it and told him how much of a great player he is

- “i AM awesome aren’t i???” “yes you are <3”

- the more you play together the more he’ll learn to calm the fuck down and just enjoy himself

- still rages a lot tho

jeff the killer:

- plays board games like candyland and twister

- he’s a fucking shark he’s got all this shit down he knows how to win

- anyone who gets paired up with him for game night is 85% guaranteed to win (unfortunately there is someone out there who’s better than him)

- gets PISSED over not winning twister fucking furious he is literally the most flexible guy in this house he can do so much with his body

- monopoly is his favorite game. he esp loves to play with the younger pastas bc they believe anything he says and he thinks it’s hilarious

- “NOOOO PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY HOUSE” “your rent is $500,000, sally… it’s my house now”

- not a very avid video game player. he never really played a lot tbh

- good at everything EXCEPT connect four. do not make him play connect four he hates it he has terrible memories of it

- mastermind strategy planner. it’s a shame he doesn’t think this much at any other time

- boasts about it big time if you lose (you will probably lose) but might even try to let you win on purpose if he feels bad or sees you’re upset

hoodie:

- more of an arcade game guy. if you’re looking for like pinball games or pacman or space invaders or maze games or those weird money machines (that he kind of just. steals from) then he’s like great at all of them

- has spent hours honing his skills in his free time so you’ll be grinding for a while if you wanna beat him

- all the highest scores on the arcade machines are his. no one has topped them bc they’re fucking insane

- “wow you really have nothing better to do huh” [takes out gun] “that’s enough out of you jack can’t even fuckin move the joysticks around”

- tries to act like he isn’t competitive about it but he really super is

- thinks it’s just adorable that you think you can defeat him. no he will not be humbled by his lover of all people… that would make him a weak man

- goddamn merciless. no favors for anyone he revels in the rage he causes (see jack for more)

- if you’re a beginner he’ll take it easy on you until you learn the ropes and will offer tips but as time goes on he’s gonna be looking for a fight

- if he’s ever beaten, he will take it in grace and go straight from denial to acceptance

- does not rage that often. just hardcore practices until he’s like fucking unstoppable

masky:

- card player :(

- hates go fish tho he has such bad luck with it and everyone makes fun of him bc it’s like the universe does not want him to win

- good at boring ass stuff like solitaire or blackjack and if you ask him if he can play anything funner he’ll be like “oh so like rummy or spoons :]”

- no masky not like rummy or spoons… like uno or fucking play with some goddamn pokémon cards

- he’s so enthusiastic about it though so cmon just indulge him alright.. he literally has nobody else around him who’s into cards

- “okay so i win” “what… but we just started”

- he plays chess too!!! maybe you’ll find that more interesting?? he’s not very in touch with board games or anything this is the best he’s got

- deadass makes up his own rules if you don’t know anything about the game you’re playing

- “yeah so now you have to eat a rat. sorry babe”

- is never going to make fun of you if you suck at cards it’s not like he can beat jack in video games

ticci toby:

- dnd enjoyer he loves being the dm especially

- he, you, jeff, hoodie, lj, and occasionally masky have game nights and all you guys do is sit around the kitchen table trying not to curse each other out for doing stupid shit

- “c’mon guys this is supposed to be fun :(”

- doesn’t know that most of you have no idea how to play so he makes it super difficult

- has had to REPEATEDLY glue the die back together because jeff cannot stop snapping it in half

- “why does your dumbass partner always win this is fucking favoritism” “and then jeffery fell off a building and into the ocean 🥰”

- teaches you all you need to know about the game he will sit there for hours if he needs to just talking about the complexity of the rules

- he seems to have a lot of fun with it so everyone tries their best to not break the pieces or punch masky or yell at each other or punch masky

- better with snacks and drinks and lots of breaks so everyone can calm down and at least try to find some joy in the game

- 6/10 experience. would only try again without jeff at the table

homicidal liu:

- among us player… pisses everybody off bc he’s unfortunately very good at it and always imposter

- absolutely kills it (pun intended)

- no mercy he kills everyone including his loved ones this is a battle to the death and he is going to win goddamnit

- being imposter with him is some of the easiest shit bc he will carry the team entirely

- nothing to brag about tho since it’s a little space game and it’s really easy

- always knows who the imposter is if it’s not him he’s got some kind of foresight he will go out of his way to sabotage their chances at winning

- “would you love me more… if i killed someone for you 😇😇” “but you killed ME liu” “whoops”

- will stay with you for most of the game so he has an excuse for being innocent. once you are of no use to him he will stab you in the back

- relatively tame over voice chat. unless his brother happens to be there then it’s just jeff getting pissed off bc he can’t activate the reactor

- wakes you up at 2 am, phone in hand, smile on his face, asking “do you wanna play among us?”

- “liu, shut the fuck up and go back to sleep.” “ok.. :((”

kagekao:

- great at those games you play in your yard like frisbee or tag or hide n seek or maybe darts

- since the bitch can fly and run really fast it’s very unfair he pretty much cheats at everything and he thinks it’s funny

- frisbee with him is a literal field day. throws it so far you can’t find it ever again you’ll just have to buy a whole ass new one

- “what the FUCK kagekao” “🤷”

- laughs and makes fun of you for just not being as skilled as him maybe if you could fly you could beat him just get off the ground dumbass

- also likes to race but we all know how that’s gonna go (hint: he wins)

- unless he’s up against candy pop or something no one else really has a chance at beating him

- might help you a little bit if you’re struggling. like that one time he carried you up into the air and then dropped you because he thought it would be funny but then he couldn’t catch you in time so you ended up falling on lj and breaking one of your arms

- wrote you a little heartfelt letter about it later with a very fancy “sorry ❤️” in calligraphy and a few drawings of flowers (it did not help. your arm was still broken)

- really bad sport does NOT like to lose he will completely shut down

- little fuckin bastard

[themonotonysyndrome]

Mating Dance

Fic is based on this TikTok video.

Summary: Bright Eyes can't sleep and thus, makes it Vincent and Lovely problem.

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It's a beautiful evening and at long last, Vincent and his Lovely are settling in for bed in their brand new house.

Dinner was most excellent - perfectly cooked wagyu steaks prepared by Vincent that's paired with a glass of blood from a content 40-year-old. Lovely's favourite type. Their lover boy does so love spoiling them and they sure do love counting their blessing...

And reward said lover boy. But that's a story for another beautiful evening.

After the couple is all snug in bed tonight and Lovely is warm in Vincent's embrace, the Vampires suddenly hear a voice outside the master bedroom.

"I need to practice my dance for the ladies... I need to do my warm ups."

The couple freezes for a split second before -

"1...2...3..."

Lovely slowly tilt their chin up to look at their boyfriend. "Wait. Is that - "

Before Vincent could even open his mouth, that familiar voice became louder.

"1... 2... & 1... 2... hooooooooooold."

Then, absolute silence. Despite being a pair of undead, Vincent and Lovely held their breaths.

And then -

"Ladiiiiiiies! Hello! I see you looking for... a MALE!"

"I'm gonna tie that brat up and throw them in our store room." Vincent curses and immediately launches himself out of the bed. He then stomps to the window, leaving Lovely cackling.

The window shoves open. Vincent thrust his head outside to see Bright Eyes below, in their backyard, wearing pajamas which essentially comprise of Frederick's D.A.M.N hoodie, worn-out underwear AND NOTHING ELSE. NOT EVEN A PAIR OF SHOES. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM!?

"Bright! We are trying to sleep here!" Vincent howls just like Asher when he stubs his toe in wolf form with bits of cake all over his face. That's also a story for another beautiful evening. One with lots of alcohol needed.

"It is I!" Bright Eyes proclaimed with spread arms and uh, spread legs. Lovely gives them 7 out of 10 for their pose. Yeah, they couldn't deny their curiosity any longer and squeeze beside Vincent at the window to see the show.

"Oh, wow." Lovely giggles and clap their hands in applause.

"Don't entertain them, Lovely." Vincent whines; a headache is already pounding in his head. "That's how they keep coming back."

Merciless to his plight, Bright Eyes continues with their mating dance.

"I am... ADEQUAAAAAAATE."

"Interesting... interesting words there."

"And most likelyyyyyy... FERTILE!"

"Just what the ladies want."

"I have my own place and I keep it... TIIIDYYYYY!"

"You can't evict Sam from his own house, Bright!" Vincent hollers, forgetting that all 3 of them are Vampires with superhuman hearing. It's a good thing that they don't have any neighbours, or someone would've already called the cops. "Frederick would cry if he finds Sam tied up in Darlin' truck again!"

"I can't sleep!" Bright Eyes just screams in reply. "And that wasn't me this time!"

"Oh my god. I can't - I seriously can't deal with this, Lovely. I just want to go to bed." Vincent laments, trying and failing to massage the headache away. Do Sam and Frederick even know that Bright's here? Is it worth the effort to call them? Would they even pick up their phones?

Lovely just nudges their elbow lightly to his side. Their lips tug into a sweet smile. "C'mon, Vince. Are you seriously not gonna accept Bright's mating dance? Adequate. Fertile. A place of their own? I'm charmed!"

Poor Vincent looks like he's constipating. So Lovely takes over.

"Bright, honey, your insomnia acting up again?"

"I do not care who is gangstalking me. I will NOT take my meds!"

Lovely snorts while Vincent groans into his hands. "I take that as a yes. Do you want to sleep with us tonight?"

Bright Eyes pause to think the offer seriously. "Yeah, it's better than watching those dancing fruit videos and listen to Tinnitus National Anthem. I got that dog in me that Sam is trying to euthanize. It's getting old!"

"I don't even know what that means!" Vincent snaps. Still, he turns around to prepare some extra pillows, toiletries, and, most importantly, slippers.

Now it's Lovely's turn to coax Bright Eyes inside like a civilised being rather than through the window like a cat.

"What hate crimes that stairs committed?" Bright Eyes ask as they scowl at the smooth wall outside of the house. "Where the drain pipe? OSHA is gonna have an aneurysm."

"That's because the stairs are inside of the house, Bright." Lovely teases. "C'mon, through the front door we go."

Bright Eyes just grumbled but did as told.

The moment they entered the house, they screamed as Vincent carried them into his arms and ran to the bathroom so he could wash them. Like hell would he let their biblically accurate feet into his new floor and bed. Once clean and in Lovely's spare pajamas (Vincent is seriously contemplating burning Bright's underwear), it's Lovely's turn to carry a surly Bright into their bed.

"You need anything? Plushie? Softer pillows? Screaming Victorian landlords ambience with sounds of revolution for sleeping, relaxing and studying background?" Lovely cheerfully asks, busy tucking Bright in between them and Vincent. Impromptu sleepovers are so much fun!

"I need - "

"Here, have this McDonald Happy Meal toy that I got when I was 12." Vincent interrupts and attacks Bright with a cheap plastic toy called Shadow the Hedgehog. They squawked unattractively when it landed on their face.

The trio settled down, and the evening quieted down once more. Lovely and Vincent made sure to only fall asleep once Bright drifted off to the realm of dreams and Fortnite dancers. Warm and safe between those who only want them to be happy, whether Bright realises or not.

"Rest easy, Bright Eyes..."

[eriis97]

anshodhf why are your NSFW headcannons so good!! 😫 Is it okay to ask for Hoodie NSFW headcannons?

aaaaa am so happy you like it!

🗝️ — HOODIE X READER

💌 — NSFW HEADCANONS

⚠️ — mature content, praise and degradation together, mention of p size, public sex, mention of slapping and spitting, gender neutral reader (you/your pronouns), switch,

he’s usually quiet, but during sex he can be quite vocal. grunting, moaning, heavily breathing and murmuring

not that big but he does know how to give you pleasure, brian memorize all the places that make you shiver

he’s a switch leaning on domination. but doesn’t mind being a sub from time to time

doesn’t have much stamina, and needs to rest between turns. but he can go more than one round - usually two, three depending on the day but he falls sleep very fast after heheh

hoodie has a thing for doing it in the wild, put you against a three and fucking you merciless, not caring if someone will catch you

hoodie usually mixes praise and degradation. “doing so good for me, my little whore”

doesn’t really have a favorite position, but usually goes for reverse cowgirl or doggy style

touch him under a table while you’re having dinner with someone else and he’ll be the happiest man alive

loves slapping your ass and spitting into your mouth

definitely an ass guy

might accept being part of a threesome with you if he trusts the third person (could be masky or kate the chaser)

he’s not the jealous type, but enjoys when you get possessive over him and decides to show that you own him

[quackity1999]

< Purpled topples off, ears flattened and coughing. His second pair of arms tangles in his hoodie as he struggles to pry them free and regain control under Quackity, poorly struggling to throw him off. >

i’m a piece of shit!!!!? you blew up my house—- you blew up my house and here i am helping you!! what the fuck is wrong with you!!?

‹ He snaps his head around when he can’t get Quackity off and bites down on his arm. The muffled noise that follows sounds like a blurred "fuck you", and he sacrifices all manner of accuracy or focus in favour of lashing out. Blood in his teeth, he coughs out, >

i want to go home! i want to go home and instead i’m stuck here in this loud—- loud—- city and i hate it here i hate you you smell like feathers you smell weird and taste like dust and i i stupid stupid stupid

< Another blunt claw at Quackity that looks more pathetic than effective now. He’s desperately scrambling, somehow his voice coming faster than where he’s trying to get free. >

stupid

—- 🪻🛸 purpled

[ it's weird, because quackity is a talker before anything else. he's not like dream or technoblade or anyone who can confidently sidesweep the fuck out of whoever croses them. but in the midst of all his neurons and wires getting all tangled and redirected to something so instinctive— quackity finds himself feeling almost more agile.

sure, it'd be better to have his axe, but this isn't a situation that calls for it.

the avian has purpled somehow flipped so that quackity's got his knee shoved against the other's lower stomach, swooping wings flared out in all their golden terror. it's swift as all of quackity's ex-lover's rings collectively slam into purpled's jaw; merciless. ]

this was NEVER about you, purpled! jesus, how fucking dense do you have to be? you're crying like a bitch on the floor of my office— when you offered this in the first place! i don't even want your fucking help, you get that?

i don't want people to see me like this. i don't want people to find out how or where i nest, i don't want people picking up my fucking feathers when schlatt only ripped them out to wear them! i don't— i don't want to fucking deal with this stupid— humiliating fucking avian shit BY MYSELF, OKAY?

[thlayli-ra]

The WhumpWheel gave me: Barely Conscious... with CodyPunk pretty please? 🥺

Oh, go on then! 😁

Trick - 'Barely Conscious'

Characters - Cody Rhodes, CM Punk, The Rock, The Bloodline

Rating - Teen and up

Warnings - Physical assault, blood, whipping

The Chicago rain was bitter cold, as Cody discovered firsthand whilst lying face-down on the water-logged concrete, soaked to the bone in dripping wet clothes. His thin, button-down shirt had almost been torn right off his body, exposing his sun-cradled skin to the merciless elements and the arctic sting of the asphalt beneath him.

He couldn't move, couldn't run, could hardly even open his eyes, blinded by a concoction of rain and his own blood beading on his lashes. Pain throbbed in every part of his battered body, his head and stomach especially where the man who stood tall above him had beaten him ruthlessly.

The man had many different names. The Brahma Bull, the People's Champion, Rocky Maivia, the Great One, the Most Electrifying Man in all of Sport's Entertainment. The Rock. These days he was mainly called Dwayne Johnson, but since returning to the WWE, he insisted on being called The Final Boss.

And right now, he was showing Cody exactly why. He'd ambushed the younger man backstage at the end of Raw and pummelled him brutally, never once letting up as he threw Cody outside into the stormy night and slammed him into his own tour bus busting him open. It was then that he'd produced the weight belt, one he'd had specially crafted for this very occasion and flogged the helpless man with it until he lay on the brink of unconsciousness.

Out the corner of his eye, Cody could see his bus and the decal of his beloved dog Pharoah on the door. He felt a surge of relief that he wasn't there right now in case the brave husky saw his master's plight and came rushing to his rescue, putting himself in harm's way to face down the cruel brute.

Instead, someone far worse answered the call!

Cody's eyelids drooped for a moment and when they pulled back open, he spied a pair of baby pink sneakers blocking his view, a man in black jeans and a hoodie standing tall above him. The last piece of warmth in him turned ice cold and his fading mind began to scream in protest when he recognised his boyfriend, CM Punk, shielding him from the danger.

No! This can't be happening! Run, Punk, get away!

But his numb lips couldn't even form the words as the distinctive voice seeped into his ringing ears. 'Get the fuck out of here, Dwayne!'

The Rock gave a chuckle, amused at the audacity of the man who dared to stand up against him. 'Punk. It's been a while.' Punk tightened his fists, snarling at the larger man. 'I see nothing's changed.'

'I could say the same,' the tattooed man spat. 'Still strutting in like some big shot, trying to steal the spotlight.'

'It's my spotlight,' The Rock sneered. 'You're all just keeping it warm for me.'

'Nobody wants you here. Go back to Hollywood.'

'Big words coming from a big man,' Cody heard heavy footsteps coming closer and panicked. 'Especially when nobody wants you here either.'

It was too late! A stampede rushed over Punk from behind, knocking him down to the ground. Cody whimpered out a pathetic 'no' as he lay there and watched his boyfriend being set upon by Solo Sikoa and his false Bloodline. Watched as Punk tried to protect his head with his arms as boots came stomping down on top of him, fists flying into every part of him and there was nothing either of them could do to stop the onslaught.

'Pick him up!' The Rock barked and the rabid animals stepped back from their prey, hauling him up onto his knees and holding his arms out to either side in iron grips. Punk tried to blink some of the haze away, his eyes finding Cody's, who was losing his own battle to the darkness.

'Look at you,' The Rock smirked, grasping Punk by the chin. 'Like I said before, you haven't changed. Still a fly in the ointment, nothing but an annoying little shit.' He glanced over his shoulder, addressing Cody. 'This your special guy, huh Cody? This your little sweetheart?'

Punk yanked his face free and wound back. Hocking up a great glob of spit, he fired it right at The Rock, hitting him square in the eye. A call-back to the exact same insult he had done in their match at Elimination Chamber all those years ago.

And just like back then. The Rock wiped the goop from his eye and locked a deathly glare onto the younger man. 'You really should know better by now.'

'I'm not afraid of you!' Punk gave one last act of defiance, all while Cody shivered with terror on the floor.

'The Rock don't give a damn. TURN HIM AROUND!' The men holding him obeyed, twisting Punk around until his back faced their overlord. 'Remove his sweater.'

Together, Tama Tonga and Tonga Loa seized the hem of Punk's hoodie and hauled it up over his head, leaving him in his sleeveless tee. No matter how much the tattooed man struggled, he could not break free from their grasp. Down on the floor, Cody tried to will his arm to move, to reach up and plead for Punk's life, for them to take him instead. But the blackness was creeping into his peripheral vision now. He would not last much longer.

The Rock's huge hand gripped the collar of Punk's tee and shredded it from his body, much like he had tried to do with Cody's button-down shirt, only this time he succeeded in removing it completely, leaving Punk's colourful body exposed from the waist up.

'You should know by now, Punk,' The Rock said again, as he coiled the heavy weight belt around his fist, testing the tough leather in his free hand. 'I beat you twice already, and that was back when you were in your prime. You were no match for me then, and you're no match for me now. But if you're not willing to listen then I'll gladly show you.'

The Rock pulled his arm back, the weight belt dangling from his fist. Punk writhed against the men holding him, yelling every profanity under the sun when-

A hand fell onto The Rock's shoe, hanging there limply. The older man paused and glanced down, finding Cody at his feet. It had taken every last ounce of strength for him to crawl over, he didn't even have enough in the tank to open his eyes and look up at the Final Boss, let alone beg for his lover's life.

'What?' The Rock's voice rumbled in his chest like a growl. 'What is it, you pile of trash?' The fingers feebly tried to grip tighter on his shoe but fell away again. 'You want The Rock to spare him, is that right? Show this little punk some mercy?'

The darkness was growing stronger but even so, Cody managed to wobble his head, desperately clinging to consciousness long enough to save the man he loved.

Something large and ominous bent down over him, its shadow throwing Cody away from the final flicker of light. 'Is The Rock's message not getting through to you? Do you not understand, you little bitch?' The face moved in closer, perfect, white teeth bared. 'The Final Boss... doesn't give a fuck about mercy!'

The shadow disappeared and a polished dress shoe smashed Cody in his broken ribs, flipping him onto his back. The icy rain lashed against his face and through the deluge he heard the whistle of leather snapping through the air, the grisly fwack of it colliding with tender flesh.

He heard the man he loved screaming.

And the tears began to flow from his eyes and the fresh wounds on his back burnt. Sensations that flared for a second before fading until the darkness claimed him entirely. He fell under, with the sound of Punk's anguished howls blaring in his skull.

'AHH!' Cody leapt up and found the space beside him in bed empty. He looked around the small bedroom in alarm. 'Punk? PUNK?'

Thumping footsteps and the door banged open, light spilling into the room and chasing away the shadows. Punk stood in the doorway in only a pair of loose shorts, cuts and bruises littering his body. His eyes were bulging with terror. 'Cody? What's wrong?'

The sight of his boyfriend instantly calmed him but all the same Cody leapt out of the bed and grabbed him by his bristled cheeks, feeling his solidness and warmth for himself. 'Oh, thank god,' he let out a shuddering sigh and kissed Punk on the lips. 'Where were you?'

'Couldn't sleep.' He replied, dazed from the scare. He thumbed behind him to the living area of Cody's tour bus where a mug of coffee and a book lay abandoned on the table, the book face down, spine open, discarded in a rush.

'For god's sake, you and your insomnia,' Cody cursed under his breath albeit with a small smile.

'You think I'd left or something?' There was hurt in his tone and it stung Cody so he quickly explained.

'No, no, nothing like that. I just... had a nightmare.'

'About me?'

'About us. And the Bloodline...'

'Oh, I get what-'

'And The Rock.'

Punk blinked at him. 'The Rock?' He scrunched up his face.

'He's back, Punk. At the end of the show, when you were still being seen to in the Trainer's Room, he showed up.'

Punk's bushy brows furrowed with growing concern. 'Did he hurt you?'

'No,' Cody shook his head, his thumb finding the large bandaid on his boyfriend's forehead and tenderly stroking it. 'No, he just stood there, but he was sending me a message.'

'He's out to finish what he started,' the tattooed man snarled. 'Well let him fucking try! I won't just stand around and let him beat you down like last time.'

Cody's chest grew tight. 'No,' he cried out. 'That's what I'm afraid of.' Punk's thin lips pursed together, turning white. 'Every time they want to get to me, they attack the people I care about. Kevin, Randy... they know they can't hurt me, so they hurt the ones I love instead.'

Punk gave a snort. 'I'm not scared of The Rock!'

And Cody's heart knotted tighter, a terrifying recollection of a moment in his dream manifesting into reality. 'I know you're not but I'm asking you, no, I'm begging you, not to let him get to you. Even if he ambushes me, assaults me, beats me down, you have to promise me that you will stay away.'

'Cody...' Punk shook his head sadly, cupping Cody's cheek with his large hand. 'I can't do that. What you're asking... it's impossible.'

It was. He knew it was. Punk was fiercely protective of those he cared about. It went against everything in his nature to let any harm happen to someone he loved. Cody knew this, because he was exactly the same.

He heaved a sigh of defeat. 'Fine then... just don't let him get his hands on you. Try to stay safe, ok?'

Punk quirked his brows. 'I can do that,' he said. 'Hell, I just about killed myself last night putting down a deranged Scotsman who's been on my ass for more than ten months. I'm not exactly in any rush to do it again. Getting stretched out a building gets real old real fast.'

They both gave a weak chuckle and Cody stroked his fingers through the greying bristles on Punk's cheeks. 'I love you so much.'

'I love you too. I'll always be there for you.'

'And I, you.'

The kissed each other again, shaking off any last lingering pangs of panic and when they pulled away, Cody gave a gentle tug on Punk's wrist. 'Come to bed,' he coaxed the older man. 'You need some real rest after that match.'

'I suppose,' he relinquished and followed his lover to their bed. 'I did just survive 'hell' after all.'

Cody laughed again but it was only a front, and as the pair snuggled into one another and began to drift off, Cody's mind couldn't stop replaying one last horrifying thought in his head over and over.

That his own personal hell was only just beginning!

[highwayorgantrade]

A Little Distraction

Pairing: gn!reader x Pelle

Word Count: 559

Warnings: Nothing I don't think? Pure fluff. Cursing. Reader is mentioned having like chin length/longer hair.

Summary: It's cold as fuck. Fr.

A/N: So, I know this character isn't nearly as popular as Carlisle, but I have an insane thirst for this man that just must be quenched. Also I don't know if it's unreasonably cold where y'all are, but here in the south, we're struggling. So, I came up with this little one shot/drabble while crying myself to sleep under 3 blankets.

When Pelle looked up from his sketchbook, he wished he could have taken a picture of what you looked like. A throw blanket was wrapped around your shoulders, and it was obvious that you were never giving his hoodie back. A solid pout was stuck on your face, and he would have laughed if you didn't look so pissed off.

"It's cold." You grumbled, pulling the blanket tighter around you.

"Pants might help." He quipped, setting his book and pencil on the stand next to the bed you two shared, and sat up to take in the sight better.

Ugh, pants?

It was freezing, and the wood floors and the thin walls of your apartment did not make your situation better. In the ten seconds you spent outside, the cold has gone past your skin and had infected your bones, you had tried eating hot food, and a scalding shower still hadn't drawn out the bite. But you would rather perish from the cold than wear pants to bed. You rolled your eyes at him, and gasped, a merciless smile replacing the pout.

"Don't you dare." He warned quietly. "Stay away from me."

You stalked your way closer to the bed, completely ignoring his warnings.

"I'm just getting into bed, Pelle, why are you so uptight?" You feigned innocence, but you both knew what you were about to do. He watched you with a close eye, calculating your movements. You got into bed, and as if on instinct, he stretched his arm out so you could lay your head on his chest.

"You're so warm." You cooed, running your hands over his shirt.

"Yes, my love, and I would like to stay that way, so please-." Pelle couldn't finish his sentence before you latched your feet on his upper thigh. "Oh, you little demon!" He tried to push you away, but it was no use. He sighed in defeat as you moved yourself as close to him as you could, sliding your hand under his shirt.

"The neighbors would think you were getting murdered from the way you cry." You taunted, deciding to push your limits a little more. Not that Pelle was ever the type to get angry, he would always go along with your little games. You had asked him once if you were annoying, and he had laughed, engulfed you in a tight hug, and kissed the top of your head before answering, "Absolutely."

"And yet I survive." He lifted your chin so you could look up at him, but you kissed him before he could pull you in. His facial hair scratched lightly against your face, and you smiled into the kiss. You shifted your weight on top of him, and his hands rested on your waist. When you pulled back, he tucked your hair behind your ear.

"Don't even tell me to get up, because it's not happening." You warned, and he chuckled while circling his thumbs on your thighs.

"Well, I would love to stay here, but," He glanced toward the open suitcases on the floor. "We have to finish packing."

"No, five more minutes." You groaned, and let your head fall into his chest.

"Min kärlek, I promise, my family will love you." He patted your thigh, and hooked your chin with his finger. "Come on, Sweden is waiting for you."

[kyusunyu]

SUNWOO ↳ “𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊”

a TBZ frat boyz series.

kim sunwoo x f!reader :: ex lovers/soulmate tropes

warnings: some explicit content 👀, hardly smutty. lots of feels though. (rough edit)

𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔥𝔬𝔱 𝔰𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔢𝔞𝔪 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔡𝔦𝔤𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴-𝔦𝔱-𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔪 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔪𝔢𝔢𝔱 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔬𝔫’𝔰 𝔣𝔲𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔫…

“Bite me.”

you were a realist.

far from delusional,

even if the stars aligned on a full moon night.

nothing could convince you to believe that a frat party would be a hell of a good time.

“I have too much shit.” you annunciate, yeeting a pencil in your best friend’s general direction. “Ask Mina. I’m sure she’d find sweaty people and an uncanny amount of booze fun.”

your model of a roommate sulks.

bummed you weren’t like the rest of the girls around here.

like who in their right mind would decline an invite to the biggest frat house in SK?

“Leave it to you to pass on a good time. Boo, tomatoes.”

you send her a merciless smile. “I feel less of a detriment to society this way. Have you seen me in anything other than sweats and a hoodie? It takes effort to look as good as you. Effort I cannot spare for myself.”

“Talk about dramatic.”

dramatics aside,

there was nothing that could possibly be done to drag you out of this dorm room and into the pits of hell called TBZ.

that godforsaken frathood might drive you off a cliff.

you’ll give them the benefit of the doubt.

they were far from hideous— a sight for sore eyes really.

intelligent, sociable, and athletic.

all 11 of them.

even if 2 happened to be both your exes.

once upon a time..

“Well, i’m leaving.” the gorgeous red head flips her hair, model figure hugged in the little black dress she sported. “If i’m not back by morning, send a search party. I love you! Don’t study too hard my little book worm.”

yes.

there were some perks to being roommates and best friend’s with your polar opposite.

a stable social life.

free clothes.

and invites to the biggest parties?

too bad you hardly found any of those to be useful to you.

“Hello?”

“Y/n?” her voice sounds irritated, slightly slurred and strained against the echoing music of the party. “Y/n, can you come get me? Fuck— these people are losers. I’m drunk.”

you grimace.

she’s upset.

it’s only midnight and of all people—

Taeri was upset.

“Did something happen?” you mumble sleepily, sitting up to turn on a light. “Are you okay? DId someone hurt you?”

too drunk to process the question, she groans. “Will you just please come and get me? I feel like I’m gonna explode.”

“O-okay, just give me a couple—“

the call flat lines.

great.

the day has finally come that the stars aligned on a full moon night.

albeit, you still didn’t think the frat party was gonna be a good time,

but i guess you’ll bite.

it didn’t take long to wash up a little, whipping out one of Taeri’s hand me down’s.

10 minutes longer and you had your liner drawn and a simple red tint to your velvet lips.

you absolutely dreaded having to face the day you’d ever come to this—

a strapless top, tight jeans and mid height high heels.

but you had some class.

you weren’t gonna be a detriment to society by showing up in half ass pj’s.

“Hey.”

the hottie by the door makes a double take.

“H-hello.”

your forehead creases, eyes looking into the still much alive party. “Aren’t you gonna ask for my name, pretty boy?”

pretty boy doesn’t respond.

honestly, too stunned to answer.

because god damn.

god damn—

“Damnit.” Eric blinks furiously, wiping at his shirt upon spilling some of his drink. “Sorry, name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n, you’re on the list— Y/n?”

at this point, he’s completely disregarded his drink.

the rest spilling all over his thousand dollar shoes.

“Y/n.” you affirm with a slight chuckle. “Taeri called. Is she alright?”

no, of course she’s not.

the sole reason for her coming, being her ex boyfriend who happens to live here—

who undoubtedly was the cause of the phone call in the first place

“Well all hell hasn’t broke loose yet.” Eric manages to make it through a sentence. “You don’t normally come to these things, don’t you? Taeri said you’re not much of a party goer.”

“Great observation, pretty boy. I was summoned. If Taeri wasn’t in trouble, why’d she call me then?”

he aimlessly shrugs. “Hyunjae hasn’t touched your hot model bestie all night. I mean Sunwoo’s back in town so maybe—“

oh god.

OH MY GOD.

fucking hell on earth.

“Hey, didn’t you and Sunwoo—“

“No I don’t know a Sunwoo.” he elicits a pressed panicked grin by you. “And Sunwoo doesn’t know me. Are we understanding each other? Do I make myself clear, pretty boy.”

the pretty boy grins back. “Fucking crystal.”

you pray to the stars in the sky to disarrange.

you pray for anything but the storm that brews ahead.

you pray for the sake of your roommate,

that this was nothing but a coincidence.

“— that Sunwoo’s back in town, can you believe it?”

you refrain from putting that stranger into a chokehold.

wanting nothing but to be home in your covers.

you’re no cinderella but,

it’s past your damn bedtime.

“Where the fuck is she?” you mumble to yourself incoherently, searching the heavily intoxicated crowd for your best friend.

leave it to her to make you the damn search party.

these heels were killing you.

but those heels on you weren’t just killing you,

it was killing everyone else too.

“You won’t believe who just walked in.” Eric came back to his group of troublemakers, kissing his lips through a devious smirk. “God damn, you won’t believe me when I tell you. Who just walked through our fucking doors.”

Sunwoo’s a little less interested.

tired is a simple word to describe his current attitude.

he just got back into town, man.

it’s been a stressful week for him.

the last thing he wants to deal with was Eric’s crazed nonsense.

Hyunjae’s shoulder’s perk from on top of the counter. “If you’re talking about my god forsaken ex again, we’ve already crossed paths. Like fourth party in a row.”

“Not your ex.”

Eric’s feverish.

he’s only heard about the legend of y/n.

the closed-off maths geek Sunwoo had a boner for freshman year.

the hardly qualified best friend of the hottest model on campus.

“But she’s so fucking hot though.” Eric dreamily drools, nodding from the corner in which they gather. “She’s drop dead gorgeous, Sunwoo. How could a star soccer player like you, drop a once in a lifetime shot like that?”

“What the fuck are you on about, you— you’re kidding.”

the star soccer player can’t remember the last time he saw you.

well, to be fair, the last time he saw you,

you were in an oversized hoodie, worn-in sneakers, and sweats doubled your size.

now people are expecting him to believe his ex girlfriend stalked the halls of his house—

in stunning Louboutins nonetheless.

leather tight top hiked too far up the stomach, cleavage half out and bed hair making you look like a 5-star Michelin.

those heels.

the heels are killing him on you, he doesn’t know what to do.

“You’re fucking kidding.” Juyeon jumps from his seat, the rest of the males following suit like a pack of hungry wolves. “That’s her?”

Sangyeon whistles at all that. “I’ll be damned.”

Sunwoo can’t say a thing.

nope.

he’s not allowed to.

leave it to you to sweep the entire party of their feet right after he did.

“Taeri!” you call, unbeknownst to the lingering eyes around you. “Taeri, where are you!”

your heels click at the tiles,

excusing yourself in the crowd like the prim you are.

noting to run as soon as you find,

“Kim Sunwoo.”

your breath’s taken away.

haphazard and eyes blown out of their sockets.

you can’t run if he’s the one that finds you.

“Sunwoo, I—“

he doesn’t let you manage even a word.

clearly won’t let you say a thing.

not that you weren’t allowed to.

after all,

he’s the one that got away.

“Not you.” you tear his hands from tugging on your wrists. “Of anyone in this damn frat house, not you, Kim Sunwoo. I want absolutely nothing to do with you.”

leave it to Sunwoo to look at you like the mad man he is.

the hot shot playboy of IST,

this was your sumptuous ex boyfriend.

your only ex boyfriend.

“— the last thing I want to see. Get away from me.”

his eyes roll and he pins you to the wall of his bedroom,

making sure to lock the door behind you.

“The last thing I want to see is my beloved ex girlfriend showing up half naked at one of my frat parties. But life’s unfair isn’t it?”

he elicits a pitiful snort and you dare yourself to retort back. “The thought never bothered you before when you begged me to be your damn side piece, once upon a time.”

“Once upon a time, you were mine. Let me make myself very clear, you were my girl. And right now, I don’t get that luxury— i’m not allowed to call you that.”

“If you’re looking for permission, you’re far from it. I’m not here for you, i’m here for Taeri.”

Sunwoo’s never liked that girl.

always trying to get you to wear the skankiest clothes.

present you like a centerpiece.

taking you whenever she wanted.

(she had her work cut for her)

when all he wanted was you all to himself.

“Trying to prove yourself by being hotter than her?”

you pry his body off of you,

heated.

absolutely heated you could explode.

“Trying to prove myself by not being a damn joke. Isn’t that what I was to you, once upon a time Kim Sunwoo? The reason you dropped me because I could never prove myself to be the girlfriend in Kim Sunwoo’s hot fucking life.”

his chest rises and falls as fast as his blood boils.

he always loved firing you up.

you were so hot, he couldn’t tell you why.

but he always wanted to strip you out of your oversized clothes and get you completely naked anyway.

the thrill of seeing you naked being a blessing in disguise.

right now,

you were already half way there.

“I loved you.”

“Loved me?” you laugh incredulously. “The sex was good but other than that, what can you say you loved about me? Other than lying to my face, nearly ripping out my hair, telling me your cock only belonged to me? But digging it inside other women like that didn’t matter at all.”

he’s taken by surprise.

that dirty mouth of yours.

he’s been needing a stress relief.

and suddenly, he’s not that stressed about any of his circumstances.

especially the ones he faces right now.

in fact, he’s more laxed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

“Still thinking about my cock, are you?”

“Yours and 5 others, baby. It stopped being all about—“

his lips crash against yours and the wall is suddenly your best friend.

so much for Taeri—

god, Kim Sunwoo was just so irresistible.

“You.” he growls into your lips while ripping off his shirt. “It’s always been all about you, hasn’t it?”

an arduous moan escapes your tethered lips,

melting in the hands of your inconceivable ex boyfriend.

“Im gonna make those 5 others look like training wheels, baby. I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to.”

it’s been 2 years.

you weren’t gonna wallow over your breakup with Sunwoo forever.

yes, you’ve slept with other people but damn.

other people will never be Kim Sunwoo.

“I won’t even have to beg for you to be my side piece when i’m finished with you.”

Taeri and Hyunjae were fine.

Taeri was upset but hey,

Hyunjae beat you to it anyway.

while Sunwoo’s beating into you,

Taeri stops to look at her ex, “Have you seen y/n? She said she was gonna come get me.”

Taeri’s never really liked Sunwoo for you either.

he was always possessive.

always center of fucking attention.

too big and mighty for her little know it all.

but god damn.

if there was anyone who made you happier than she’s ever seen you,

it was that poor unfortunate soul.

“She’s gonna eat him alive.” Taeri chuckles with her hand on her ex’s lap. “Poor thing, y/n’s balled up her anger for him for years. You think he’s gonna be okay?”

that was the thrill of you, you know.

always one step ahead of everyone else,

Sunwoo had to put a leash on you.

he was so tired of chasing,

“You’ve let go, Sunwoo.” you’re hyperventilating over his broad chest. “Where’s all that control you had now?”

you were gonna be the death of him.

he had to juggle loving you, paying the frat, his soccer career—

“I’m sorry.”

3 rounds later and Sunwoo’s spent.

ravishing in your beauty,

the yearning of something he didn’t think he needed in a long time.

you made him the happiest man alive once upon a time.

“I don’t deserve you.”

3 rounds later and you were convinced.

ravishing in his warmth and comfort—

you haven’t felt this content in a long time.

“You deserved all of me.”

you loved him.

god you loved him and you don’t know how to stop.

2 years later and he’s still the man you love.

“I loved your wide smile. I craved your touch. I wanted your attention every damn day and you deserved every minute of having me. I loved everything about you, Kim Sunwoo. But you made that decision to let me go a long time ago.”

he kisses the places your tears stain,

fingers shakily threading through your now long hair.

“I was tired of convincing myself all of that were true. Tell me, baby. What else did you love about me?”

you catch your breath, nose brushed against his.

“Your eyes. Your nose. Your dick.”

his throaty laugh fills your ears like music on christmas morning. “What else, baby?”

you lean in, humming against his cheek.

eyes shut in absolute bliss.

remembering the subtle scent of bergamot and sage that stained his skin.

“Your lips? The way they move when you kiss me. How they feel when you tell me you love me.”

his arms clasp around your hips.

high on your euphoria with you pressed against him like this.

the stars were in his favor tonight.

perfectly aligned in the sky when he finally tells you,

“I love you.”

you’re convinced he’s joking.

you have to convince yourself he was making you a joke.

but Sunwoo holds you like he’s gonna lose you.

afraid you were gonna let go.

“I’ll never deserve you but i’ll love you for the rest of my life if I have to in order to convince myself I do.”

“What do you love about me, Kim Sunwoo?”

the full moon is in your favor.

illuminating the room just enough to meet his colorful eyes.

just enough color to remember how he looked at you once upon a time.

“That you’ll be the only girl that I get to love in my entire life. I don’t want to be with anyone else but you, baby. Not even if the stars start crossing in the sky.”

you a side piece?

hardly.

no, Kim Sunwoo never left your side.

he was like an overbearing parasite,

only having to move elsewhere when he wanted to be on top.

or when he kneels in front of you to ask you to be his wife.

and to think he would’ve had to beg once upon a time.

@kyusunyu / @kpopinesss / @atinybitofau

[lordprettyflackotara]

decode || ticci toby || part two

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+. tw: overstimulation, brief descriptions of blood? moral delima , choking, toby’s a lil rough but it’s okay

Toby did not come back to see you.

It wasn’t anything personal. If anything it was for your own good.

Toby thought he did a good job at attempting to forget you. It had been a few months, the sound of your voice beginning to disappear in his memories. He had protected you by not mentioning you to anyone around him. His continuous obedience made The Operator completely forget about you. This didn’t stop Toby from wondering though. How you were, what did your dreams actually mean, what kind of attachment did the two of you have? He steered clear of the missions revolving around the forest. He opted to take on more complex tasks in the city. These tasks were much more hard for him considering his gruff appearance was far from traditional. He couldn’t explain why he wanted to switch either, Masky and Hoodie figuring he must be sick and unable to feel it.

Toby never really had an opinion on anything, nevertheless a preference when it came to missions. He did what he did when instructed and went on about his day. The Operator didn’t think much about it at all, while Masky and Hoodie came up with their own conspiracy theories. The longer Toby stayed away from the woods, away from you, the better things would be. That was of course, until he was forced to run into the forest for cover.

He zipped through the trees, grunting as he held onto his leg. The bastard that was supposed to be his target had more backup than he had anticipated. Physically Toby couldn’t feel the pain, but the blood gushing out of his leg indicated he wouldn’t be able to escape much more if he kept applying pressure to his right leg by walking. Toby scanned the area, his vision beginning to see multi colored specs from the blood loss. The mansion was no where near here. He dug in his pocket, scrambling to grab the cell phone Ben had custom made for him. The glass was shattered from irresponsible care, his thumb shaking as he tried to power it on. The screen failed to flash to life, causing Toby to panic. He was careless as always, not charging the stupid magical block.

He gripped it in his hand, continuing to limp deeper into the woods. In the distance he could hear yelling, the men seemingly too scared to chase after him in the eerie forest. Toby was becoming light headed, his tattered jeans soaked with crimson as he struggled to carry himself. Without any other option, Toby had one simple thought: he was fucked. He had lost one of his axes in battle, having thrown it at an opponents skull. He was down a weapon and possibly bleeding out. If he was smart he would’ve stopped running, allowing his leg to stay still. At least then he could’ve tied something around it to try to prevent the blood loss. But his well being never came first. As a proxy, your responsibility was to never be found. Dead or not.

Toby had no doubt he had out ran his pursuers, but the risk of being found in the forest by an explorer was too risky. He leaned against a tree, his vision becoming more dazed by the moment. He was tragically dizzy, his hand scraping against the bark of the oak tree before hitting the ground as he sank into unconsciousness.

\/

Slowly blinking his eyes the sun was bright and merciless, causing him to screw his eyes shut before blinking rapidly. He forced himself to sit up, surprised to see himself in a living room. He pushed himself up all of the way, his jeans discarded and leg bandaged. "You look like shit,” You commented. His gaze landed on you, your legs crossed and a cup of tea in your hand. “Cup of tea on the table for you. Chamomile,” You offered. Toby couldn’t believe his eyes, seeing you right in front of him. He felt rather stiff, awkwardly popping his shoulders as he rolled them down his back. He reached over, grabbing the cup of tea with a shaky hand. “How’d you find m-me?” Toby asked. You shrugged, sipping your tea. “You ended up in my neck of the woods,” You replied. If it weren’t for Toby’s shock he would’ve chuckled, all of the forest belonged to The Operator.

“My turn, how’d you get shot in the leg?” You asked, looking at Toby over the rim of your teacup. Toby blinked, realizing his goggles were no longer over his eyes. “Assignment g-g-gone wrong. How do y-you know medical s-shit?” Toby questioned. You tilted your head to the side, setting your cup of tea aside. “What are you? An assassin?” You countered. Toby rolled his eyes, frowning. “W-what are you? A d-doctor?” He quipped. You leaned back in your chair, smoothing down your pajama pants decorated with little dogs. “Well played. How about I ask you something much more important?” You suggested. Toby set down his teacup on your coffee table, noting it was made of glass.

“What happened to your face?”

Your question made Toby’s blood run cold, his eyes widening. He brought his fingertips to his gashed cheek, feeling the breeze of the AC. While knocked out you had taken off his mask. Toby went to spring at you, unable to feel his wounded leg and falling over. He fell onto the floor, grunting in frustration as he glanced down at his leg. You quickly crouched down next to him, cupping his wounded face with your small hand. “Hey, calm down, I just want to help you,” You say softly. Toby pushed himself up, shoving away your helping hand as he forced himself to stand. “Y-you can’t help me. I’m a m-motherfucking p-proxy,” He spat. You stood up as well, your eyebrows furrowed as Toby struggled to stay standing upright. “Is that what this means?” You asked. You grabbed his hand, flipping it over so that his palm was exposed. You had taken off his soiled bandages, revealing the chewed away flesh from him gnawing at his hands. However it also revealed something you found much more concerning, the proxy symbol carved into the palm of his hand. “Y-Yes. It’s also w-why I must leave,” Toby said, pulling his hand away from yours. He tried to reason with himself. Your intentions seemed pure, you saved him when you didn’t have to.

You didn’t understand and truthfully you couldn’t, Toby could never tell you about his life. You could never be apart of anything that involved him. If you did it promised you death, something Toby didn’t want for you. You grabbed his arm as he hobbled over to the dining room, noticing his clothes were cleaned and folded, sitting on the table. Your grasp made him willingly stop, his chocolate eyes meeting yours. “How do you not feel that? Your leg? The bullet broke into eight pieces. I had to extract it myself,” You asked. Toby stopped in his place. He sighed, realizing he might as well answer truthfully since you’d seen all of his secrets. “I-I don’t feel p-pain. Some sort of n-neurological disorder,” He answered honestly. You released his arm, watching him unfold his clothes. Toby felt bad for a brief moment, having you go through all of this effort for nothing in return. “There’s something that keeps drawing us to one another. I know you feel it,” You said. Toby paused for a moment, knowing the tug at his heart strings made your statement true. But he couldn’t risk it. Not only was everyone in his life dangerous, but he himself was a hazard.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” Toby argued. You grabbed his shoulder, turning him around to face you. “Yes you do! You’re telling me you get shot and somehow conveniently i’m there? I haven’t seen you in months and you don’t even thank me-” You began rambling, your rant being cut off by Toby’s lips pressing against yours. Teeth clashed with teeth, the kiss hot and heavy as he brought you closer to him. Toby couldn’t think, he refused to think. If he allowed himself to have anymore thoughts revolving you, it would become an infatuation. He’d become obsessed with the fantasies, obsessed with making them a reality. But there was no reality where the two of you could be together. The closest that he could get, was allowing himself to have you just this once. He guided you towards the dining room table, watching you jump up as his lips trailed down your neck. He began sucking harshly at the skin, nipping at it with his teeth. He liked the way you shuddered under the sensation. “I’m g-gonna thank you. T-then we’re d-done,” Toby huffed, feeling his cock growing hard in his boxers.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. He quickly unclipped your bra, knowing time was running short. The proxies and/or The Operator were definitely looking for him by now. He leaned down, peppering your chest with kisses before tossing the bra aside. He brought himself to your left nipple, taking it in his mouth eagerly. You groaned, his spare hand slithering down to your clothed cunt. “F-fuck-” You whimpered, bucking your hips against his hand. Toby could feel his cock aching, dying to allow himself to fully have you. But he couldn’t and he wouldn’t. “I c-can’t fuck you. B-but you’re gonna cum on my face,” He panted, releasing your nipple with a pop. He pushed you to lay back on the table, his hands fiddling with undressing you. Toby lowered himself onto his knees, ignoring the pressure he may have been applying to his wound.

He could feel the bandage soaking with fresh blood, something Toby willingly ignored. It would give him an excuse to stay longer and it wasn’t like he could feel it anyways. Toby grabbed your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. The brunette was nothing if not a determined, even if he wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. “S-such a pretty p-p-pussy,” He purred. You could feel your face flush pink, your hand finding his shaggy hair. Toby buried himself into your folds, mimicking what he had seen during porn. He listened to your body cues intently, noting which licks and sucks made you squirm the most. Toby couldn’t imagine anything hotter than making you cum in his face. It was not only a thank you, but also a memory he could look back on for the rest of his existence. His large hands kept your thighs pried open, his slender fingers digging into your plush skin. Toby didn’t really have any grasp of what being too rough was like, considering bruises were beginning to form from his harsh grip.

He lapped and sucked at your clit, making mental notes of what made you moan louder for him. His name sounded like heaven falling off of your tongue. Your unholy noises were shameless, echoing off of the walls. “T-Toby, please use your fingers, or something, please,” You whined, your soft eyes fluttered shut. Toby unsurely brought two of his fingers to your sopping wet entrance, briefly pulling away from your slick. He tried to listen to your body’s cues, your walls immediately clinging to his fingers and pulling them in further. You groaned at the stretch, your body trembling. Toby noted how tight your cunt was, compared to anything he had encountered in previous experiences. He spread his fingers out with a scissoring motion, before experimenting with how to make you feel the best way possible. To Toby it felt awkward, him trying to navigate the best way to ruin you. But you thought he was teasing, purposefully drawing out the experience. It was when he curled his fingers your back arched off of the table.

Bingo.

Toby curled his fingers again, grinning as your body reacted just the way he wanted it to. “You like that huh?” Toby asked mockingly, before reattaching his lips to your clit. He sucked harshly at the bud, finger fucking you as fast as he could. Your moans were incoherent babbles, your heart racing as the knot in your stomach tightened. “Oh my f- shit,” You moaned, your thighs tightening around Toby’s head. You bit your bottom lip, attempting to maintain some kind of composure as Toby devoured your cunt. Your attempt was cut short, your orgasm suddenly crashing over you as you came on Toby’s face. This didn’t stop the brunette, his fingers fucking you through your orgasm. It was only when he was running out of breath he pulled away from your clit. “Cmere,” He grumbled lowly, rising to his feet. His fingers continued to abuse your g spot, your sights dazed as you sat up. With his spare hand he grabbed your throat, squeezing the sides of it tenderly. You whined, the restriction of your airway only making you feel more euphoric. “Y-you like that? You l-like when I treat you like my p-p-personal whore?” Toby asked. He liked seeing how blown your pupils were with lust, your thighs trembling as he overstimulated you.

“It’s too much,” You whimpered, gasping as his grip on your throat tightened. He could feel your walls flutter around his fingers, Toby grinning sadistically as he shoved in a third digit. “T-too much? Cmon w-whore. Give me one m-more,” Toby commanded. You tilted your head back as brought you closer and closer to the edge. You tried to squeeze your thighs shut, Toby’s hand temporarily abandoning your cunt and slapping your thigh. “O-open em bitch,” He growled. You did as instructed with trembling legs, Tory abruptly shoving three fingers back inside of you. You finally met his dark gaze, his eyes filled with something far more sinister than you could understand as he glared down at you. You grabbed onto his wrist as you came again, your body shaking as you released again. Toby was going to continue, his own desires overriding your own, until a ringing from your doorbell made him stop dead in his tracks. He tried to not look as horrified as he felt, the brunette immediately pulling away. You swallowed, trying to get yourself pulled together as Toby scrambled to grab his clothes.

The doorbell rang again, this time causing him to hobble around hopelessly. You grabbed the remainder of his clothes, handing it to him. “Shh, go in the bathroom. It’s probably just a salesman or something,” You whispered. You guided him to your bathroom, shoving him inside. Toby grumbled to himself unhappily as he shoved on his clothes, realizing he left his axe on your dining room table. In the faint distance Toby could hear static, his heart dropping as he realized the fun was over. Without another thought he slipped on his boots and goggles, climbing out of the bathroom window and darting towards the woods.

[lakesbian]

what... what happened to monster pulse...

>looking online for webcomics to read >find this one called monster pulse that has apparently already been completed and looks like it has an interesting premise >start reading >over the course of years of updates the art becomes better and better and the narrative improves significantly, the character dynamics are meaningful and nuanced and interesting, all of the plot threads come together really well over time and i have absolutely no memorable complaints with the writing >there's a funny april fool's update where the comic is briefly written as if it were a worse/more generic action strip with cheaper writing >the character i was kind of wishfully envisioning getting baby butch vibes from at the start of the story even begins actually dressing in boys clothes and her new design is really cute and endearing >suspicious at first because i've been burned before but her relationship to gender is well written >i have high hopes of lesbianism at first because she turns down a boy in a weirdgirl way but they even manage to sell me on her liking a boy because of a well-written conversation w/ her crush where she talks about liking being bald because she's just, like, completely outside of beauty and it's not something she has to worry about living up to she can just Be Herself >plot starts wrapping up and i'm like great all they have to do is stick a solid 7/10 on the landing and it's a highly recommendable webcomic >plot reaches fantastic natural endpoint 10/10 > > >IT KEEPS GOING >utterly merciless character assassinations one after another ive dedicated hours to this ive gotten so cheerful and hopeful about it and now i crumble into devastation as i announce each subsequent assassination i'm talking character arcs that spent the entire long ass webcomic being built up being entirely subverted out of fucking nowhere. it's like liveblogging an 80-car pileup. gnc girl has suddenly magically decided that actually she just needed to recognize that she could be beautiful even while bald and has put on a cartoonishly pink skirt and bunny hoodie. protagonist who has an incredibly complicated relationship to her heart monster goes from genuinely debating letting her die to "i wouldnt give her up for ANYTHING <333" power of friendship for no apparent reason. etc. etc. to quote myself in the moment "to be clear about the scope of fuckupery here they Character Assassinated the masc girl and it's actually only the third or fourth worst mistake." <- briefly after this message i bumped it down to Fifth worst mistake. character with her brain as her monster has an entire arc where the point is another character learning they can't "save" her from her monster because she is her brain/they need to think more carefully about what they perceive as the "real" her ends up concluding her arc by out of fucking nowhere saying "ive let my real self lie dormant" Et Cetera. >genuinely entirely reminiscent of the prior bad-on-purpose april fools strip but like unironically with no self awareness >never even adequately summarized what was wrong w it in a coherent write up because i was too mad to think about it for more than 3.4 seconds at a time >i hope the fences we mended. fall down beneath their own weight. and i h

[the-fiction-witch]

Alley

Media Accused

Character Jake Murry

Couple Jake X Reader

Rating Smut

Concept Alley Toll

Smut semi-non-consensual / fingering / full sex / raw sex / seed

I turned the key in my locker adding the keys to my bag as usual, I forced my backpack over my shoulder holding my folders tight as I headed down the corridor and out the grim grey doors. As usual, the sky was overcast and occasionally raining piddled scattered across the ground along with litter and other such dirt. I followed the path as usual watching the odd cars go by, under a few off-ramps, past the dull estates and past many boys on bikes. That was pretty normal around here even if it made me nervous. I was close to home on the last leg as the rain began again so I headed down the alley towards home. A shortcut I used daily passed the large industrial dumpster for the shops around here, the walls covered in graffiti. But I stopped short frozen as I saw someone there behind the dumpster clearly waiting. I knew him even though his pulled hood but I just kept walking trying not to make eye contact. He wore red Converse, odd socks, skinny black jeans with a few rough fraying holes, some type of shirt I couldn't see, and his grey zip-up hoodie with the hood pulled up over his face, But as I passed him I heard his voice

"Hummm looky what we have here" he smirked his hand grabbing my arm "I knew waiting a little longer after the met would be beneficial for me" he whispered in my ear "Uummm don't you look delectable" he smirked pinching my ass thought my skirt

"I need to get home Jake-"

"You will. When I'm done. You see there's a toll on this alley now darling. And it's time you pay up" he smirked forcing me against the wall 

"Jake what are you-" I began but he didn't stop he closed the gap between us pushing me tight to the wall so much so my folders in hand pressed onto the brickwork enough that it punched holes in the cheap plastic he smirked and began pressing little kisses to my neck and his hands tugged up more skirt "Jake!"

"Quiet." He demanded "The other boys hear you they'll come looking and if they see you like this then they'll want a piece too. So if you just want me you'll keep quiet" he smirked his hand slipping under my skirt to stroke my panties "ummm wet already darling" he growled slipping his hand under my panties stroking me softly before he dove his fingers inside me moving them mercilessly inside me often rubbing on my clit all while evilly chuckling in my ear any time he forced a reaction out of me 

“Jake I need to get home” I told him 

“You’ll get home when I’m done with you” he growled between kisses on my neck his hand reaching up to grasp my breast slipping between the buttons of my shirts uniform and slipping under my bra “fuck-” he groans pulling his hand away and undoing his jeans before quickly pushing inside me 

“Ahh! Jake!” 

“Quiet darling” he growled grabbing my hip and mercilessly pounding inside me I did my best not to scream from the pleasure but he was so merciless with me with so little regard for me at all until he suddenly pulled out and pushed my skirt up high and let his seed cascade over my lower back and ass “I’ve missed you darling” he gasps licking and then kissing my cheek 

“I missed you too”

“Go on little bunny hop on home” he says fixing my panties and skirt but not cleaning me up at all pulling away to do his jeans back up 

“Thank you” I said fixing myself a little 

“You busy tonight?”

“I have homework Jake”

“Alright, fine I’ll see you around darling” he smirked giving my head a kiss before he headed out the alley. 

[stormcried]

TWO WEEKS BEFORE MEETING NEW FAMILY

Drake's body sat against a wall. His bottom on a wooden crate totally not endorsed by Mammon. It's the same song and dance every week or so. The arena fights. His arms folded against his chest. The heat sweltered against the teenager's hair. His humanoid face could sweat, but his upper and lower body couldn't. Funny how that worked out, didn't it? Yet, here he is. Doing the same thing. And for what? For a small chance at fame and fortune? For a chance to BE someone? Drake knows this is his only calling. His only chance to make himself of someone. He's been doing this for the last three weeks now. And people in the Wrath ring were starting to catch on easily. They were starting to actually see him. That's all he ever wanted. To be seen. To be anything. He's even got a new title. That meant something... right?

Drake's burning orange gaze glanced up to the door that leads to the arena itself. As if trying to mentally prepare himself. What could happen? Who would he face? It's always such a gamble with Wrath. Most of the time, he's fighting buff Imps or Hellborn. No other sinner would usually be caught living in this fucking wasteland. Except for Drake. There's only like... one or two metropolitan cities in Wrath, but, it's not really ruled by anyone as far as he's aware. That's where he's been getting his food and drink supplies. Mostly alcohol. Trying to drink himself to remember none of what he did, but they always reappeared. The memories, he meant. Drake knows that he can't linger much longer in here. He's got a fight to get to.

Hopping off of the wooden crate, with the sigil of Mammon on it, looking at it for a moment. This guy is everywhere. Weird. He shakes the feeling off. He needs to ready himself, regardless of who he faces. Drake untucked the pink, dirtied scarf that was reduced to a more darker pink due to how dirty and scuffed up it is. He needed to use his cash to find a repair shop. Next would be his hoodie and his tee. The last thing he needed was to bloody and dirty his clothes any more then he did. His topless body showcasing that hardened rock-like body. The glowing veins of his internal heat dimming in and out. He had a lava soak yesterday before he came back to the ring. Leaving his torso clothing in a clump on the crate, Drake inhales... and exhales deep. It's time.

"IN THIS CORNER... WE HAVE A RETURNING FIGURE ALL YOU FUCKERS MIGHT RECOGNIZE! OUR RISING STAR IN THE MAKING, TAKING DOWN TWO OF OUR TOUGHEST SONS OF BITCHES! GIVE YOUR HANDS FOR OUR YOUNGEST FIGHTER, COMING FROM WRATH ITSELF, SPITFIRE!"

Opening the door to the melting heat of Wrath's sun shining down upon him. Would Drake 'Spitfire' Conningway enter on the sandy dirt of the arena. Built like one of those old coliseums. Crowd cheers. Some booed. He didn't care. He's here to just get his paycheck. The last two cash rewards we absolute garbage. Most of the crowd sea of red with black and white. Imp spectators in this shithole. Drake's body shivered lightly with a anxiety he usually felt in this setting. Anything could happen. His heart racing, making his glow fade in and out faster.

"AND IN THIS CORNER, COMING FROM THE RING OF GREED DO WE HAVE OUR ALSO RETURNING CHAMPION. WATERSPIKE! THIS MERCILESS FUCK TEARING THE THROATS OF MANY FOES BEFORE HIM! WILL HE KEEP HIS TITLE OF RETURNING CHAMPION? OR WILL HE CHOKE ON HIS OWN BLOOD? WELCOME! TO WRATH'S ANNUAL DEATH MATCH. WE HAVE HIGH BIDDERS IN THE CROWD TODAY! THINGS DO NOT LOOK GOOD FOR YOUNG SPITFIRE. NO LOVE FOR WRATH, EH?"

"Oh shut th' fuck up..." Drake murmured in annoyance. Exiting the adjacent door some feet away from Drake would be a big son of a bitch. Greed Hellborn. Usual shark guys. His scales colored a dark blue like the ocean. No wonder why he's called Waterspike. Eyes colored a light orange. Scales a greyish color from the looks of it. Cracked sharp teeth littered his gums. This guy is bigger then Drake. He's not going to back down. Drake's took down adults before. He's killed one here and nearly killed another in this arena. He just had to bide his time. A snort comes from Waterspike.

"Damn. THIS is what took down two of Wrath's champions? I'm a little insulted that this ain't tougher. Well... more bigger." A shot at Drake's age AND height. Waterspike continued. "Heh. Ain' everyday I face a Sinner. Ya'll somes of bitches think you have it all, dontcha? I ain' afraid t'kill a kid. I'm representin' Greed. Ya got there, squirt?"

This guy talked too fucking much. Drake spat on the ground leaving a steamed splat on the dirt. "I frankly don' give a shit, dude. I don' give a shit who y'are. I'm just here t'make money. Nothin' else." Drake retorted. A chortle follows Waterspike.

"Y'got balls kid! Too bad y'ain' gonna live long enough to see yerself grow up."

"ALRIGHTY ALRIGHTY. I'M SURE YOU TWO CAN KISS AND MAKE UP LATER. WE GOT A FIGHT TO GET TO. GET TO YOUR CORNERS!" And so they did. Drake turned around and walked towards his door that he went to. Waterspike went to his adjacent door. His foot pressing against the dirt. Drake's bare foot pressing against the ground too. Then, Drake bounced up and down with his fists in the air, as if to hype himself up to the adrenaline rushing in his body. The only sounds were the cheers and screams of the Imp and Hellborn audience. "ALRIGHT, LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD. 3...2...1... GET YOUR ASSES IN THERE AND KILL EACH OTHER!" The announcers voice ringing the large golden bell on the wall chimes. And in they go.

Drake made the first move wasting no time. His body sliding to the side as they would feel each other up. Moving around the ring, Waterspike looked vicious as all hell. This guy ain't messing around. Good. That meant he wouldn't be either. "C'mon kid, I wanna see what you got." Waterspike taunted. A furrowed expression on the teenagers face. "Don' you worry. I got plenty for ya." And so, Drake charges and makes a attempt on the first throw of his rock fist. A easy dodge from Waterspike follows. "Damn! Too slow! Guess bein' made of rock is hard, huh?" Drake growled. "I... SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Drake tries again. Throwing another two to three swings at Waterspike. He's just backing up from the punches. "Shit, kid. I almost feel bad for ya. Wanna know what a real punch looks like? Here I'LL SHOW YA."

Waterspike gripped Drake by the throat, picking him off the ground easily. He could EASILY snap the kids neck. But, Waterspike wanted to give the crowd a good fight. And this would be too easy money. And easily would a larger fist send the sinner skyrocketing across the dirt landing onto his back. Screams of amazement and cheering followed. Drake's world a daze. This guy hits HARD. Drake gritted his teeth, shaking off the pain for now. Since it was a clear shot to his humanoid face, the pain is there... also a bloodied nose already. Lava poured from his nostril landing onto the dirt. A laugh. "Aww... did I make ya bleed already? Should've stuck to playin' dolls kid. Yer in the big boys game now." Drake spat the taste of iron and lava off of his tongue. He gets back up. Not wanting this day to be his last. Drake grunted. "I ain' done yet, y'bitch." Drake growls.

"OOO... EVEN FROM A PUNCH LIKE THAT, HE'S NOT GIVING UP! TOUGH AS ROCK, AMIRIGHT FOLKS?" The announcers voice chimed through the speakers. Drake's burning gaze held onto Waterspike. They circled around one another again, Drake's pulse racing. He can't rely on his abilities to save him. He needed to play this game the right way, otherwise he's going to get screwed out of his paycheck. The longer the fight and bids, the better his pay would be. Waterspike made the first move, throwing his fist down to try and slug Drake into the ground, however the teenager easily throws himself to the side. Drake found a opening as a sudden fist would make it's way against Waterspike's side, his punch as hard as it could be. Only a laugh from Waterspike.

"Y'tryna tickle me? I thought you were supposed to be tough like rocks! Dissapointin'." A hard backhand of the opponent sent Drake to the floor sliding him against the dirt. This guy is just mere bulk. Drake isn't going to last much longer if he can't find a actual weakness. Drake punches the ground to get himself back up. His bloodied nose leaving droplets of orange into the sand. Drake staggered to his feet. He's always known how to fight. He had to teach himself when he was alive. More like petty scrap brawls and dirty fighting. But, that's about it. Drake's last two opponents were Imps. The lowest of the low. And now having to fight a REAL Hellborn? This is going to be hard.

Drake figured the only way he's going to best this guy, is to target that snout and face. He thinks that's the best option he's got. Drake's back on his feet, now having a actual battle plan of how to tackle Waterspike, he thinks. Drake thrusts himself forward swinging after swing, only landing one lucky shot to the side of Waterspike's face. "Damn! I actually SORTA felt that one!" He spits out a tooth. After all, he got punched by a literal rocky hand against a jaw. "My turn." Drake's hair would be gripped harshly, making him cry out in pain. Only to have his face thrown to the dirt landing hard on his face. More blood... Drake also thinks he's broken a tooth too. Drake's body wheezing trying to shake everything off. "C'mon kid, make this interesting. You're a wrath sinner and you're gettin' yer ass kicked by a HELLBORN. C'mon. You've got more in ya this this, right?" Drake is starting to get annoyed by this dumbasses talking. Drake would shudder and bring his palms to the dirt, forcing himself to be pushed up.

"Yer startin' t' bore me. Should just kill ya right here n'now." Drake's... not DONE. 'Spitfire' would pull himself to his feet. "I... SAID... SHUT.. THE FUCK UP." A instant headbutt would follow to Waterspike's snout sending a splatter of black blood onto his forehead and face mixing with lava blood sending Waterspike stumbling backwards in pain. Drake rubbed his forehead knowing there'd be a bruise on there. A growl follows the Greed hellborn. "Now YA PISSED ME OFF." Drake's throat is gripped again, and easily thrown like a rag doll against the wall. A sudden 'splinter' noise follows Drake's body. Meaning a cracked rock part. Blood would spill. "Shit!" Drake mustered out. Lava coated the wall. They're both bloodied now at least.

"WELL LOOK AT THAT! SPITFIRE'S FINALLY GOT HIMSELF A GOOD SHOT. WAS STARTING TO THINK HE LOST HIS EDGE." Drake shook off the pain. Drake is at least getting somewhere. Drake's fists came back up to his face. Showing he's still in this fight. Waterspike, enraged would begin his own onslaught of swings towards Drake's body. Drake found it a bit easier to dodge those since he could tell that Waterspike is getting more angry. Emotions ran high in this kind of place. Another shot easily finds Drake's cheek sending him staggering back to his knees for a moment, but Drake had no time to register it. He had to get out of the way of the bruised knuckles of Waterspike. Drake too is getting desperate. This is going on far too long. Drake's limits being tested now.

Slam after slam, Drake is finding it harder to maneuver around it. Teeth gnashed at his body as if threatening to snap him in half. Of course if he DID that, Waterspike would've choked on Lava blood. Which is death for the both of them. Drake's body slammed to the side again by a large tail, thrusted against the ground harshly where Drake's body would curl up a bit. He's losing too much heat. Too much movement and energy is cost effective on his body which is WHY he had did a bath soak yesterday, but, he's losing a lot of blood, his lava supply. So, That meant he's losing more energy. Drake had to end this, otherwise he's going to die here. From Waterspike or from his own lava loss. Drake can't play around anymore. Drake coughed a few bits of magma from his throat splattering the ground.

"Guess y'had enough, huh? Hate t'say it kid. But this was a fuckin' disappointing fight. You should've just stayed where you belonged." Waterspike's foot raised above Drake's head to crush his skull. And Drake... didn't move... not for a moment. Drake's blood becoming hotter and hotter at this point. Smoke began to emit from the crevices of his wrists, wisping like it were being cooked. Drake's irises burning a brighter orange color. His body glowing a more orange-yellow that outshined his rock exterior. As soon as Waterspike would shove his foot down, Drake shoved himself out of the way. Pure, untainted anger and rage burning his blood. Boiling and bubbling. Orange glowing from his eyes didn't even register anything in front of him. Only that gritted, and bare teeth expression. Waterspike raising his brow. "You still want more? Then come on, you little fuck! I can do this all day!" Waterspike again, charged towards Drake, however, Drake made NO attempts to move out of the way. His eyes focused only on Waterspike raising his jaws to snap his head clean off. And yet, with one simple stroke, the jaws miss... and a bubbling, magma coated fist found itself onto Waterspike... no.. not onto... INTO.

Drake's body adjusted itself in a swift motion, punching a hole STRAIGHT THROUGH Waterspike. Gasping, gurgling noises could be heard from Waterspike. His stomach the main area that Drake's magma coated fist made its way into. Blood coughed and splattered onto Drake's hair and forehead. His rage stated expression still etched onto the teenagers face. Letting his arm sit there for a moment. Letting the Greed Shark's intestines cook alive, only for Drake to forcefully pull his arm back out. Stained with organs and blood. Waterspike stumbled backwards... the crowd went absolutely silent. Gasping and gagging for words. However, found none. Drake still stood there. Menacing, and letting the shark die on his own. Holding his intestines that were blackened and burnt. Only for the larger shark to fall down, lifeless. Blood pooling around the shark with his eyes rolled back. Drake too... fell onto his back. Exhuastion overwhelming now. The smoke state gone, only leaving a very dim and lightly flickering teenager in its wake.

"I...SATAN FUCKING SHIT! ITS OVER! I DON'T BELIEVE IT! SPITFIRE CAME OUT ON TOP! SOME SORT OF... POWER RESERVE INSIDE OF HIM! WRATH WINS!" And the crowd cheered/ Many those who betted on Waterspike booing and leaving their seats in a fit of rage. Drake's battle over. Panting and wheezing in the adrenaline still rushing through his body. Drake's forehead and chest covered in blood of his own and Waterspike's blackened blood. He needed a break for a little while... maybe for a good while... hopefully the cash he'd get would be worth it. After all, he just toppled a literal champion of these fighting pits. So; maybe the bets he got would be satisfying too. Drake just... closes his eyes for a moment.. letting the sun of Wrath soaked his body. Making him feel SO alive in this moment. Maybe that's why he did these... just to feel alive in some sort of way.

[deathfavor]

@kyukicho​​​​ said:  ╳ senma either way

send  ╳ for my muse to take a bullet/blade for yours Version 1: Reverse

  Shuji Hanma has never been afraid of death. Not in a thought of hubris  —  not with an ego so large that it has made kings and emperors forget that they were mortal. He simply has never been afraid that one day he will die. That one second and it could all be over. It is a freedom that lets him chase his adrenaline rushes without fear or hesitation where others stall. Ironic that through all of the deaths and near deaths he’s seen, it’s never been him. Not once.  He’s gotten badly hurt before, sure, but nothing that brings death to visit him. 

 So it isn’t surprising that Hanma’s impudent smile doesn’t so much as flicker even when faced with a weapon pointed at him. Seems someone’s afraid enough of the reaper to bring a gun to a fist fight. He can’t blame them. Doesn’t mean Hanma doesn’t think it’s any better though. Guns never seemed to end well. If they think it will scare Hanma they’re about to be sorely mistaken. They better aim well or -

   Gunpowder, echoing shots, pain. That’s how this should be. Gunpowder? Check. Echoing shots and ringing ears? Check. Pain? . . .  No. There is no pain, no reaction, and everyone seems confused for a second until Hanma sees exactly why the pain never came. It wasn’t a bad shot. It’s just that someone intervened.

   No one should be intervening for Hanma. He’s dumbfounded for a moment, unable to process this reality for a few seconds as he watches them crumble to the ground. No one seems certain what to do.

   “  Senju?  “  Her name feels strangely heavy on his tongue, slow and uncharacteristically uncertain.

   He stares at her form, and then it blurs. One moment its Senju, the next it is Kisaki’s mangled corpse, and then Senju again. Both traced to the guns. This is why guns were stupid. Hanma’s previously lazy, relaxed expression suddenly sharpens and the air turns deadly still in wait of the reaper’s judgement. His judgement comes in the form of cracking bones and screams, when bored antics turn serious and Hanma’s merciless violence starts to get a taste of blood. The whole fucking alleyway reeks of blood but Hanma turns back to Senju, settles beside her to try to look at the bloody injury. It doesn’t seem life threatening but....it’s bad.

     “  Shit. That was a dumb fucking thing for you to do.  “  Hanma pulls off the hoodie he was wearing and presses it to the wound. ( And really it should be common sense, you’d think the gangs would learn but they never had. )  Why? He wants to know, and at the same time, doesn’t. He’s not afraid of the answer. He just...  “  Don’t move. Fuck.  “  The hospital isn’t that far away. It might be faster to do that than try to call for an ambulance. 

    “  I’m going to pick you up. Taking you to the hospital.  “  He sure as hell can’t do anything. “  This might hurt.  “  He mutters to her, brows furrowed for a moment in concentration as he tries to figure out the best way to pick her up. And when he does? It’s done carefully, to minimize the inevitable pain.

[taughtdefense]

“Hey, me and my boyfriend saw you from across the bar and we really hate your vibe. We're gonna fight you.”

the night air feels cool against your skin, but it doesn’t do much to calm the fire burning inside you. that fire, that darkness, is always there now—ever since you fully embraced cobra kai. fully embraced who you are. your humanity is off. you don’t care about much. people outside of your circle even less so. tory, talia, sav, ciro, jaime, theo, tory's sisters. a few others, depending on your mood for the day.

you’re leaning against a car in the parking lot of the flagship dojo, dressed in black sweatpants & a hoodie, blending into the shadows. training at the dojo is over. you were the last one to leave, like usual. sensei silver left while you were still training with the high-tech dummy. but it’s never really over. the mindset stays with you, the hunger for violence simmering just beneath the surface. you notice august & rhydian approaching, both in casual clothes, but you know that they’re in miyagi-do. it’s in the way they walk, the stiffness in their shoulders, the same pathetic need for balance & honor. you’re already bored.

they stop a few feet away, just out of arm’s reach. august opens his mouth, & what comes out is laughable.

"hey, me & my boyfriend saw you from across the bar & we really hate your vibe. we're gonna fight you." @familyabsconded says.

for a second, you don’t respond. the words hang in the air, almost too ridiculous to process. then a slow smirk spreads across your face, a dark one, something cold lurking just beneath the surface. you push off the car, taking a step forward. they want a fight? august really doesn’t know who he’s talking to.

rhydian’s probably here to make sure august doesn’t get too badly hurt.

who knows? maybe he’ll only be mopping up his boyfriend’s skull just a little bit.

"you hate my vibe?" you say, your voice low, almost teasing. you take another step forward, & you can feel the tension rolling off them. august might try to stand tall, but rhydian is already looking nervous, eyes darting between you & his boyfriend. "you’re both going to fight me? way i see it, you’re proof that evolution can go in reverse."

they’re in over their heads. at least one of them has the sense to know it.

but you don’t care. in fact, you thrive on it. the old you, the one who might’ve hesitated or thought twice before striking, the Alternate you who holds onto his bonds with the other versions of his friends is long gone, dead, buried. now? there’s only the king cobra—the part of you that’s ruthless, merciless, & cold. you don’t care about their fear, or their reasoning. they’ve just handed you an excuse to let loose, & that’s all you need.

the tension between you all is thick now, practically suffocating. you can see rhydian shift, second-guessing everything that led them to this moment. you feed off that doubt, that fear coming from your eldritch friend. it only makes the fire burn hotter inside you. you twist it, absorbing it, turning it into more rage for yourself.

for a split second, rhydian looks genuinely terrified he might die. ...not like it wouldn’t be the first time he’s died by your emotionless hands. both of you know that.

"robby used to be cobra kai," you say in a cold, detached voice, as if you're reciting the weather instead of talking about your ex-boyfriend, watching their reactions closely. rhydian’s face tightens at the mention of robby’s name. they know him, know exactly who he was before he betrayed everyone in cobra kai… & then tried to return to the "good" side as if nothing happened, like he never left, never shared important, coveted & downright sacred miyagi-do secrets with cobra kai to win a fucking tournament. robby left cobra kai a while ago, claiming to both you & tory during your breakup that he didn’t want to see everyone stay brainwashed. he ended things with you & tory, leaving you to confront the fear that haunted you—that everything you once cared about might fall apart again. in the car ride home to your apartment, you could feel the weight of her silence beside you. tory stared out the window, tears welling in her eyes, a mix of anger & hurt swirling in her expression. your emotional feedback loop became too much, amplified to the max & then catapulted to further extremes. it certainly wasn’t helped by tory’s emotions. you felt like you were going to die, & you just... didn’t want to deal with the heartache & the anger & the pain anymore. you flipped your humanity switch off, desperate to push away the pain. but now? you’ve fully embraced what cobra kai taught you: no weakness, no mercy. the moment you turned off your humanity, the darkness finally made sense.

he left, & now you’re forced to bear witness to the weight of the pieces he shattered—not just of tory, but of the dojo without yours & robby's joint leadership. kyler is apparently hoping to take the title of king cobra away from you, being the one & only, like he has a snowball's chance in hell of actually succeeding. you saw how extreme tory was pushing herself during today's training, always demanding more. the world shows no mercy, so why should we? her sisters noticed, naturally. kenny, too. "but he should learn that just because he left doesn't mean that some of us here aren't pissed with him over it."

you take a step forward, letting the weight of your presence fill the space between you. rhydian tenses, his hand curling around the back of august’s shirt, ready to run. everything is sharper now, your mind clear, focused on the fight. robby’s departure was meant to be a new beginning, a chance for you to redefine yourself—but that was before. now, you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be—ruthless, merciless, & in control.

your humanity switch is a helluva thing. such a small phrase for an all-consuming thing.

your creators would be proud.

"you’ll both get it soon enough," you say with a dark smirk, voice cold. "but me?" you step closer again, eyes remaining ice-cold. "i don’t need to learn anything."

you can see the flicker of doubt in rhydian’s eyes now, his nerves much more palpable, but he’s still trying to stand his ground. stupid. you lean in slightly, voice dropping even lower. "i don’t fight for honor, or balance, or because it’s right. i fight to protect myself from do-gooders like you who want to start shit with me. i fight to win."

rhydian shifts again, clearly uncomfortable now, probably wondering how they got here. but it’s too late for second thoughts. you’re too far gone, the darkness inside you too strong to pull back. they asked for this. they stepped into your space, & now you’re going to show them exactly what that means.

"you had your chance to walk away, or maybe you, august, because i assume this was your plan?, should have thought twice before coming over here," you say, your voice soft but dripping with menace. "but now? now i’m gonna enjoy this."

rhydian fully looks like he’s ready to bolt, but you’re not giving them an out. not now. you take one last step forward, your face entirely emotionless, your presence overwhelming, filling the space between you with something heavy, something dangerous.

"you think you can just waltz over here, pick a fight, then leave?" you say, voice barely more than a whisper, feeling the pulse of adrenaline, the electric current that surges through you right before any & all fights. the king cobra inside you is roaring, hungry for violence, & you’re more than ready to unleash weeks of pent-up rage. "that’s not how this works. the only way you’re leaving is by ambulance... or coroner."