#sadistic prick he is and laughing at everyone

[itsdefinitely]

I need to know if you like ‘constantly having a tantrum’ Blinky like in watcher world or ‘I’m just gonna watch in the corner idc’ Blinky

why can't these concepts coexist

[solarwoniii]

꒰ PULCHRITUDINOUS ! ꒱ -- yang jungwon - ˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚

(dividers from here and here!)

✿ wc; 0.9k

✿ pairing; devil ! jungwon x fem ! angel ! reader

✿ genre; smut. absolute FILTH minors do not interact

✿ contains; supernatural themes (devil won angel reader), won is v teasing but soft dom, reader is extremely subby, pet names (angel, darling, kitten, ect.), sir kink, dumbification, degradation, dacryphilia, A LOT of corruption kink (reader is vv innocent) praise, squirting, creampie, slight breeding kink.

"that's it angel. you always do so well for me." jungwon's delicate, sadistic voice made your ears ring as you looked up at him. a sweet hiss pushing through his fangs as his length pushed painfully into you, inch-by-inch until you were filled to the hilt.

you couldn't believe it. you were making a deal with the devil.

"w-wonnie, i-"

"sir."

you gulped, as his fingers ran through your hair, "sir." you corrected yourself, biting your bottom lip as he slowly slid himself out of you, before thrusting back in again.

"tell me, kitten."

you whined as he leaned in, teeth closing around your earlobe as he gently bit down on it, "i-i just..." you squeezed your eyes shut, tears pricking at them from the stretch when he continued to move in and out of you, as you gripped onto his shoulder, "s-someone's gonna find us..!"

"will they?" he smiled at you, "well. that's too bad for you, darling."

"h-huh?" you blinked, "for me..? what about you?"

jungwon chuckled at you.

"oh, you're adorable, angel. do i really need to spell it out for you?" he said, before whispering into your ear, "everyone already knows me. a big, mean, scary monster, with the tendency to ruin pretty little things like you." he smirked, poking the end of your nose with his fingertip as he said the last word, "but you... you're just that. a pretty little thing. you've built yourself quite the reputation, haven't you? y/n l/n... a sugary-sweet, innocent, intelligent, pulchritudinous girl. what would someone think if they walked in and saw this perfect girl getting ruined all over devil cock like this?"

you let out a broken moan as he picked up the pace, tears racing down your cheeks. he cooed at you, "awh, don't cry kitten. it'll all be our little secret, hmm? i promise i won't tell a soul about how dirty you really are." his eyes flashed a bright shade of yellow as he leaned down to kiss your chest, finding your hardened nipple with his mouth and swirling his tongue around it before biting down on the sensitive bud. he fed off of the pleasureful whine he got out of you from it, "so sensitive. pretty baby's only this dumb and pathetic for me, aren't you?"

tears welled up in your eyes as you nodded your head desperately. it was as if he sent you into another dimension as he filled you up with such graceful impurity.

he was right. only you were truly at risk here. if anyone walked in on this, your entire reputation would be destroyed.

but you were too far gone to be worried about that, as your third orgasm of the night began to build up in your stomach. your fingers held tightly onto the sleeve of his leather jacket. jungwon smirked, his tongue protruding through his cheek as his sharp fangs reflected the moonlight from the window outside the window.

"gonna cum?" he asked you, his voice shaky and whispery as he leaned into your ear, asking you the vile and disgusting question without missing a beat.

your breath hitched in your throat, unable to respond to him other than with a long, whimpery string of moans, a tiny little 'yes sir' knotted to the end, which you only managed to cry out after much struggling.

he laughed darkly, licking a stripe up along the side of your ear as he gripped tightly onto your hips with his sharp claws, lifting you to a degree and pulling you onto his shaft as he met your hips halfway, "good. i'm gonna fill you up so good, yeah? you want that?"

you gasped and shuddered at this new angle, the tears now rolling down your cheeks as fast as raindrops on a window pane in a heavy rainstorm. you could feel so much more now, the way his bulbous head rubbed against your cervix when the base of his length reached the end made you feel foggy in the head, as you only nodded your head vigorously, "y-yes sir! please w-want you..!" you babbled drunkenly, intoxicated by his devilish intrusion.

jungwon smirked at your tearful desperation, "how dirty of you..." he whispered teasingly, "you want my devil babies in your pretty little angel pussy? hm?"

you weren't even really sure of the extent of what he was saying anymore, only gasp and nodding your head, feeling your opening clamp tightly down onto him, the stretch now even more satisfying as you felt your eyes roll back, your body arching off of the desk. "m' g-gonna..!"

he chuckled beneath his breath as he watched the knot snap before him, your entire body shaking as you gushed around him, making a real mess of the classroom desk, your words breaking into torn and fragmented moans and whimpers. you could feel your heartbeat thundering through your body, thighs dripping with essence as you gasped for air, eyelids heavy as he continued to chase his high, connecting his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

he let out a soft groan against your lips as he stilled his movements, his warm, pearlescent release filling you to the hilt as your eyelashes fluttered and your breath began to slow to a more fluid pace.

the both of you took a moment to calm down, before you opened your mouth to say something, but jungwon only grinned at you, hushing you gently.

"shh... i'll take care of you, sweet angel."

✿ taglist; @hunbun07 @metalchick529 @chewryy @iraa567 @jwchn @bunhoons !

[plutopitou]

◇ Cry for me

gojo satoru x female reader

genre: smut, angst

Gojo is not the type to love so easily. Every falling tear you spill he revels in like a moth to a flame. What did you have to do for him to stay? Easy. Just cry for him even harder. | MDNI 18+

word count: 1.4k

warnings: yandere!gojo, sadistic gojo, degradation, dacryphilia, dub/con, smut, rough sex, dumbification, not for the lighthearted, he’s mean oof, he has a god complex, you have an inferiority complex

im back everyone, please enjoy what rots my infected brain <3

“Go on..” he urges in a lulling whisper.

“Cry for me.”

He wanted to laugh in your face as your wails and whines wisp into the air- his favorite sound to hear out of you.

Gojo couldn’t help but admire just how beautiful you looked when you cried.

It fueled his stomach to spit such vile and callous words while pounding your sensitive pussy, watching the tears bubble up beneath your wet lashes as you latch onto him even harder to match his vicious thrusts.

Carnal instinct takes over to jackrabbit your aching hole with sharp plunges as your face becomes wet on your flush cheeks.

He holds a harsh grip on your chin, forcing you to meet his sweet and cold eyes. “Are you shy? Don’t look away from me..” He gasps out, his heavy breaths constricted from the sensation of fucking your soft plush body.

His words convey a playful tease but is laced with threat. You’re too fucked full to feel his energy shift to something more sinister. Your eyes feel heavy and your mind feels high. Feeling him slide in and out as you focus on his snow-white hair rustle against his pale sheen forehead.

Moaning and writhing beneath him, you’re entranced by his lean and milky body arch and maneuver in such an obscene manner that pleases you infinitely. The glimpse of his back muscles constricting and relaxing as he pushes forward another hard thrust leaves you aching.

Each pump into your soaking pussy has meaning.

He grips onto the soft, fragile flesh of your neck, sending shivers up your spine from the dominance of his touch.

Your vision is drunkenly hazy. His mouth is moving and you can barely make out the muffled words from his soft lips.

Look at you moan baby..

You gotta like this, don’t you?

C’mon, tell me sweetheart..

He liked you so much he just wanted to practically hurt you. Watching you mewl to stop while still begging for more as he bullies your insides was like pretending to throw a ball for an eager dog. You both loved every second of it.

It was so good he almost convinced you he actually loved you - loved by thee Satoru Gojo.

Gojo Satoru was not the type to love or be loved so easily.

He was a white rose with thorns. It irked him why you always seemed to not get the hint you were supposed to keep away.

Months of trying to redirect you away from his path, you still always ended up following his pace. His red flags looked green if you were infactuated enough.

Your fingers are pricked and you bled and bled trying to get a firm grip on the stem, no matter how much it hurt.

Can anyone really blame you for following him like a lost puppy?

Everyone knew a man like him belonged in the middle of a marble museum. He’s always been the main attraction. The center of an exhibit of a series of the most exquisite, bodily sculptures there is. He was the type to be guarded by red velvet rope, so tempting to be touched and admired by anyone who looked, but never touched. Tempting to run your finger through the cold and hard ridges of his abdomen and muscle that was attentively carved.

Satoru Gojo is a man that was carefully crafted by god himself.

A type of man rumored to have some of god’s power as well.

To think someone so divine as him would settle down after he got his fill was a joke. Did you think you were special?

Yet with every pump to your leaking hole you started to doubt if your uncertainty was warranted.

Gojo pulls out and rolls you onto your stomach, wasting no time as he pushed himself right back into your pussy with a gasp, squeezing his shaft from tip to base so good it makes him lightheaded. He grips the base root of your hair, keeping you flat down, the perfect position to keep fuck how he wants, how he needs.

Your eyes are lidded, a euphoric buzz down your body as your tears soak into the pillow..

“Look at your pretty pussy cry for me, too, baby..”

Gojo shuffles his hand to grip onto your lower pelvic, pushing and massaging your sensitive area. “Does it feel good right here, hm? Does it?” You flinch from the sudden arousel, fueling the claps of your skin and squelch of both your sex. You whine feeling yourself drip down your thigh to the white sheets below as you lazily try to push his hand away.

“Don’t you feel pathetic, sweetheart? How easy you make this?” He whispers against the shell of your ear, panting. “Does it feel good to be used like this? Like a fucking fleshlight?”

The sounds of his pelvis hitting your ass echos against the walls of the room, the sound bouncing back into your ears just as aggressively as he’s fucking you.

“Are you gonna be my good baby and hold all my cum in like one, too?”

“Mhm.. I wanna take all of it-“ You mumble, forcing yourself to sound coherent, face still laced with tears.

Tilting your head to the side you wanted to look at him. You wanted to see how he made you feel what you are feeling. How every light touch of his sent shivers down your back and every raspy word made your tummy flutter.

You could shed down that power into tiny fragments from one sensual look and didn’t even know.

He couldn’t let himself fall apart like this.

You yelp as he pushes your head back into the fluffy pillow before you can see past his shoulder. His force and sudden demeanor to not just make you moan, but to make you scream.

He revels in it.

Your pillow soaking in every teardrop and moan, muffled to try and hide your eager desperation. Your ass pushing back on his hard cock, both of your arousel building at the base.

His restricted moans vibrate down your sheen body. Gojo bends his arm to grip your neck, the light sensation of his abs hits your back with his carnal digs to kiss your cervix and give it a sweet gift.

“I want it, please, I want it.” You breathe. Your stream of tears roll down to his hand, and he found it erotic.

“Should I finish, huh? You want my cum, baby?” He prods. “You want me to cum right here?”

God, for your subservient nature there was no other place meant for you. You let this happen to yourself, and he never had a problem letting himself be a little selfish.

“Yeah, you’re gonna take all of it. It’s the least you could do..” Through your encased ecstasy you can hear Gojo’s brief repeated mumbles of just how much you owe him this.

Such a compromising position you were in yet you’re the one still begging.

Gojo couldn’t stop himself from wanting to send himself over the edge. He basked in that euphoric feeling of rapture with every drop of his cum pushed into your pussy, letting his hips roll back in for safe measure.

Little drips of your cum mixed with his seeps out the corners of your hole.

Lifting his weight off your back, you roll to the side in exhaustion. Catching your breath, you feel a sudden clasp on your hand.

He softly guides your fingers down to where your cum is mixed, letting the soft pads run through your slippery folds. Such a lewd position he puts you in. You can feel where his cum runs down your thigh.

Gasping, Gojo pushes your fingers into yourself. “What do you say?” He murmurs softly. His face can be read as expressionless, but his words are condescending.

For a second, you wonder how many more tears you have to spill until he realizes they are more than what he thinks.

Did you have to bottle them up in a jar as a gift for him to see you will give everything you have for his assurance and love?

It is a rocky climb up the pedestal of which he is the center of.

All you wanted was to be by his side.

He watches you carefully for your next choice of words, following the last stray tear tumbling down your flushed cheek.

“Thank you.”

These past couple months have been so rough for me mentally, i struggled to write but im glad I was able to finish this :)

This was inspired by twice’s cry for me who I recently saw on tour and they were amazing.

Ok love you guys hopefully I can finish Dabi, sorry for the absence, I will work harder!

Please like, follow and reblog ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ༄

[jester089]

…Can I have the digital circus gang with an s/o who kicks Jax’s a$$ when he goes too far in his ‘pranks’. So like, they’ll let a few remarks, jabs and ‘lighter’ pranks through if they don’t actually hurt anyone. But things like infesting Ragatha’s room with bugs, tormenting Pomni about her situation/mental state, breaking Gangle’s mask, stealing and hiding Zooble’s parts, demolishing Kinger’s impenetrable fortress or even royally messing up Caine’s adventures or shows for a laugh will get him in all sorts of trouble.

Sorry for the long request, rewatched TADC after Helluva Boss’s newest episode (omg so gooooood) and wanted some revenge for how much of a prick Jax is to everyone.

A well deserved A&% kicking

FINALLY! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST! I HAVE WANTED TO KICK JAX'S TEETH IN SINCE HE TRIPPED RAGATHA AND PUSHED GANGLE IN THE MEET THE CHARACTERS TEASER! Don't take that as I don't want fluffy requests for him. Cause I do. I've just waiting for enough reason to write about this concept for a little while. Jax x Reader who fights back

Jax hated you. Well more then the others at least cause you were the only one who wouldn't just let him get away with any and everything. And he despised you for that. Because of his track record you don't trust him, and can come across as a little protective over the others when it comes to him. You all are literally trapped in a digital circus. You don't need more problems. And Jax is just a walking problem. One time he found a pair of scissors and cut up Gangle and hid her in a box that he buried outside. When you found out about it you comforted Gangle and helped her get Caine so she could be in one piece again. You kicked the absolute s&@# out of him once you were sure Gangle was at least kind of ok. You wish you could do some actual damage but sadly that isn't possible in the circus. So you left him tied up and with tape over his mouth quiet corner that no one visits. He deserves it. And the week and a half he was gone was really calm and enjoyable only reinforcing the fact that he makes living here so much harder then it needs to be. In the time he was gone you broke into his room to make sure he didn't have anything else he could use to hurt others. You took everything that could be a problem as well as all his keys, so he couldn't get into everywhere anymore. But good news is you have made the circus a much safer and calmer place. And Jax's "pranks" have slowed a ton cause he can't just do anything whenever he wants anymore. He actually has to think about it and be careful not to get caught. Bad news is because of you his more sadistic tendencies have spiked since he can't constantly vent them. So the "pranks" he does do are much more messed up. His "pranks" can be awful at the best of times, and with you he actually has a reason and want to cause problems and pain. So watch your back. Cause you've made enemies with the most sadistic person there. (I wrote this in like a minute. I get it's kind of short but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoyed!)

(Little heads up I updated my request rules so please check back before you request something. Thank you again!) xoxo, Jester

Edit: I'm so sorry. I didn't see TADC crew's S/O. I thought you wanted just like my ideas. I can re write this if you want.

[1-800-cr33py]

prey

just imagine HABIT/Evan showing you what he is and you don’t take it how he expects &lt;/3

CONTENT INCLUDES: Depictions of an unhealthy environment/relationship (please seek help if you re experiencing anything of this nature), stalking, gaslighting.

preface/author’s note: if you feel you are in any danger in any manner within any form of relationship, please seek out help. As an author, I merely want to achieve a realistic perspective and aftermath of a traumatic situation. But as a survivor of a situation similar to this, I ask that this work to not be consumed by anyone that is not in the right headspace. Please focus on yourself if you find yourself in an unstable or rocky mental space. You are loved.

His eyes weren’t the same anymore. You think that’s what hurt the most right now.

Evan, or whatever fucking thing that was waltzing around as what you thought was your boyfriend, stared down at you, his once warm eyes now cold, sharp. The eyes you once found yourself melting into every night now held some kind of sadist gleam behind them as your trembling hand rose to cover your now agape mouth. You wanted to speak, to acknowledge the gruesome scene before you, the gore he’d been so proud of, rambling on and on about how you’d live like him soon, just accept it. Evan, what you didn’t want to believe was Evan was crazed, practically foaming at the mouth as he rushed around the table, grabbing at your shoulders with a laugh; a frightening cackle was more like it. Despite your shocked state, you flinched away from your former lover’s touch, scared that if your skin made contact he’d..it would infect you as well. Swallowing the acid like spit, you finally brought your eyes to meet Evan’s.

That wasn’t him, that wasn’t the dog like man you’d fallen for all those years ago.

The thing that was before you was a sadistic creature. A parasite using your partner as its host.

Evan; It, cast an almost confused look your way, nearing closer as an airy laugh crept out of his throat, caked in gore among other things. In his eyes, you could see yourself, reduced to a trembling mess against the counter.

‘ Oh Plum, you’re shaking like a leaf! What’s wrong Sweetness? Scared? Oh I can smell it on you, you’ve never been so pretty-‘ It cackled, sick and loud. It was the kind of laugh that made your hair stand on end. A painful chill as you held eye contact with the ever so cheerful creature a mere inches from you face. You were to shaken, to lost within the greedy depths of shock and anguish that you didn’t feel the bruising grip crawling up your arms.

Looking back now, they felt like throned vines, leaving pricked marks upon your supple skin. Blood and bruises now marring your arms, arms that weren’t used to the harsh touches; touches he’d promise to not lay upon you.

But despite everything you’d grown used to, the Evan you’d grown used to, the fact finally settled within your pit.

Evan, your doglike lover, the one who made you breakfast after having slept over, or the same lover that traced shapes on your back as the thunder rumbled outside. That Evan was gone. The creature before may have had his features, his voice, but it wouldn’t be him again. It couldn’t fake his warmth, his happiness, his love. It could only use Evan’s body as a host, like a painful, blistering parasite that plagued everyone and everything around him, around It.

It’s cackling ceased as It’s grip tightened, leaving green bruises below his fingertips. Despite his shorter stature, It made quick work of making you feel small; It’s gaze intense and ablaze with something you couldn’t quite place, it wasn’t anger, it wasn’t quite disappointment. It mumbled something, jerking you towards It, mumbling something in your hair as you trembled.

“ Sweet baby, shhh. “ It cooed, slowly rocking you both back and forth. “ I know you want to run, he did too. Don’t, I’d hate to have to lock you away from everyone, Plum. ‘ he cackled lowly, taking his bloodstained fingers to tilt your head up, leaving a bloodied mark in its wake. “ You’d hate that to right, Rabbit? ‘ It purred, placing his forehead against your’s. It inhaled, to you, it seemed like he was trying to ground himself with your scent.

His hand roughly grabbed at your jaw, shaking it, almost in a disagreeing manner. Your eyes burned with angry tears, angry at yourself that you couldn’t change anything about your situation, you couldn’t change the thing before you. One could guess your anger was evident, because his grip on your jaw became painful, unbearably so.

“ You’re not going anywhere. You’re not leaving me until I get bored of you. “ It growled, and you shuddered a nod.

Now you knew what that was behind his eyes.

It was a bestial, inhuman emotion. One your mortal mind could not begin to comprehend, much less put into words.

{a/n, this is simply a writing practice, this is not proofread nor beta-read. Speaking of which I’m finally getting around to a taglist ^^ and I’ve finally made an art blog which I will talk about at a later date)

[akunya]

"sour mood."

pairings: floyd leech x m!reader

summary: you should know better by now - avoiding floyd always ends in punishment!

tw: CHOKING, asphyxiation, breathplay, exhibitionism. noncon/dubcon (not sure tbh), slight nsfw, groping. degradation, humiliation, etc. yandere!floyd?

notes: i wanted to write for twst for a long time, so here we are! of course i will still be writing for njsj and other things. please be kind. your hands feebly tried to grab at floyds wrists, choking as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. the rough bark of the tree felt as if it was stabbing your back, adding onto the discomfort of the mans hands wrapped around your neck like a collar. his knee forcefully spread your legs open.

when floyd had threatened to squeeze you, this was not what you expected.

“floyd, please, let go!” your voice wavered, panic settling when he would press a bit harder. it was all a game to him, the sadistic smile on his face reminding you just how different you two really were. he didn’t seem to care that you were struggling to breathe, giggling as he made a routine of squeezing tightly and letting you catch your breath.

“eh, but why, shrimpy? this is fun!” his laugh sent shivers down your spine. while jade had longer nails than floyd, the blunt ends of his fingertips digging into your throat hurt even more. he choked you out again, watching as you sniffled on the ground, having no choice. he seemed to stop just as you were about to become unconscious, your body becoming limp from the abuse and lack of oxygen. “look, now shrimpy’s neck is turning purple!” the eel seemed to find joy in your panic, your own hands grazing on your abused neck when he let go. you were terrified to look into a mirror later.

“i like playing with you, shrimpy. so why did you avoid me? it made me reaaaally sad, yknow!” he huffed, body towering over yours as he leaned in to speak. you took the chance to calm yourself down a bit, as much as you could anyways, sniffling. it didn’t matter if he kept his voice down or not. if a student even dared to look in your direction right now, you weren’t certain they’d make it out alive. you gulped, stuttering as floyd stared into your eyes for some sort of answer. voice dropping low, his pupils fixated on your own, glaring as he warned you. his hands hovered near your throat again.“tell meeee, before i make you hurt again.”

you weren’t stupid. you valued your life, so you quickly tried to stutter out a reply. that was, until floyds knee had dug into your crotch, cutting off your explanation into a pitiful whine.

the eels body shook with laughter, still towering over you as you covered your mouth. his knee didn’t move either, rubbing painfully against your cock as you tried to squirm away. if you weren't feeling shameful before, you were definitely feeling it now, wishing that you could become invisible. it was too embarrassing. “y/n, did you seriously get hard from me squeezing you? didn’t you want me to stop? shrimpy is a liar!” you shook your head, trying to deny his allegations as he pushed his knee further, groaning again from the feeling.

your head was dizzy enough from floyds punishment squeeze — his teasing aimed at your crotch only made your head spin even more. you weren't getting off to this.. right? maybe floyd is just messing with your head. your voice meekly protested, making him grin widely. "floyd, cut it out.." your voice was rough. “stop? i can’t stop now, shrimpy! what if i let you leave? then everyone will see how hard you are and laugh at you!” he was, in a twisted sense, sort of correct. whether you stayed or not, leaving would result in desperately failing at trying to hide the tent in your pants. if you stayed, however..

“shrimpy hasn’t been coming to see me lately, i should just leave you like this. it makes me really mad when i can’t bully you, yknow.” the mans voice dipped lowly, his smile dropping as he stared into your eyes. his gaze was intense. he didn’t have to explain further, you were reminded that he was upset and you wouldn’t make the same mistake of avoiding him again. the unspoken promise of your punishment being worse if you tried to think about leaving him was in the air, zipping your mouth shut. floyd had a habit of not being able to show his emotions properly, except for when he was angry. if his mood was sour, the entire campus knew.

and right now, his mood was definitely sour, no matter how much he would laugh and smile at your misery.

the only choice you had at this point was to give in. your throat felt dry, silent for a moment before finally speaking up. "im sorry, floyd. its my fault. i wont do it again, okay? please, let's at least go back to your room?" you tried to sound as gentle and calm as you could, masking your annoyance with the eel as he stared into your eyes. the bright gold in his pupils was unsettling to the say the least, however, you couldn't tear your gaze away from them. his face was neutral for a minute or two before he smiled again, his sharp teeth peeking out.

"no." floyd's hands went back to squeezing your throat. panic seeped into your bones, making your stomach drop. you coughed, voice struggling to come out as he laughed at you. "i don't believe you're sorry, shrimpy! you cant just ignore me for this long and pretend you feel bad when i caught you. im not dumb." his blunt nails dug into your precious skin, leaving crescent marks on top of the bruises starting to form. he had loosened his grip to let you breathe, heaving and gasping for air.

"besides, i don't think you want me to stop, y/n. you're really hard over this! haha, it's so gross!" the eel didn't bother to keep his voice down, laughing as you tried to close your legs to no avail. floyd was naturally bigger and stronger than you. avoiding him so much lately made you forget how easily he overpowered you in nearly every way, making you tremble in fear. unexpectedly, the man coo'ed at you, holding your face in his hands and forcing you to look up towards him.

"dont worry shrimpy! it wont hurt too much, okay? just stay still and take it aaaaall in."

[xxlea-nardoxx]

I have an entire word document filled with incorrect quotes of my AU and I'm going to make it everyones problem.

Don, Lee, Raphie and Mike are my AU turtles. The canon turtles are referred to by their normal nicknames.

Don: Say, would you consider yourself a masochist or sadist?

Raphie, deadpan: I’m a Turtle.

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Lee: Can I bother you for a second?

Raphie: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

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Mikey, trying his first ever cup of coffee: I am ENERGY!

Donnie, an avid coffee drinker, on his twelfth cup of the day: Someone slap me awake or I am literally going to fall into a coma in ten seconds.

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Don: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Raph: I’m sorry, I really flew off the handle back there. It was like the handle was a bald guy going really fast, and I was his toupée.

Don:*chokes on his coffee laughing*

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Raphie: Do you ever feel bugs on you when really there’s nothing there???

Donnie: Those are the ghosts of the bugs you killed before.

Raphie:*violently trembling*

Raph: *sobs*

Leo: You fucking scared them, you bitch.

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Raphie, upon meeting Raph for the first time: I've met a lot of pricks in my life, but you, Raph, are a fucking cactus.

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Don: If I fall down these stairs, I'm just going to lay down and accept my fate.

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Lee: I desire moisture.

Don: Please just say "I want water" like a normal person.

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Don, acting tough in front of the canon turtles: You guys don't want to mess with me.

Raphie: Yeah, Don will straight up cry in public. Don't try him.

Don: Exactly, I will straight up-

Don:

Don, tearing up: Raphie, why would you say that?!

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Don, looking over Raph’s shoulder: You can draw?

Raph, stops what he was doing: You can speak?!

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Lee, after reading the fanfiction he wrote and posted when he was ill: Editor's note: What the fuck?

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Raphie: Thought I was meowing back at my cats for the past hour, but it was just me and Lee meowing at each other from different rooms in the house.

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Lee: I do two things and two things only. I devastate sorry motherfuckers, and get shit done as an awesome leader.

Leo, sipping tea: I highly doubt that.

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Don: If you got arrested what would be the charges?

Lee: Theft.

Mikey&Mike: Disturbing the peace.

Raph&Raphie: Aggravated assault.

Leo: Arson.

Donnie: All of the above. In that order, probably.

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Leo, trying to comfort Don: What's the problem? Anxiety? Low self-esteem? Obsessive thoughts of random arson? I've been there.

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Lee: How do you connect with a fictional character?

Raph: What?

Mikey: What?

Donnie: What?

Leo: *pulls up a 500 slide presentation* I'm glad you asked.

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*Raphie and Lee looking at a locked gate into a park*

Raphie: Aw, it's closed already???

Lee: You know what they say.

Raphie: Please don’t-

Lee: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Raphie: Frick-

I'm so sorry for this.

[mr-voorhees-husband]

Some two-face please, good sir. >w>

heheHEHEHEHAHHAHAH

YESSSS

okay you didn't specify.. so I'm going all out and writing for my top two (because my top three include my version). Probably gonna be a longer post but... two-face deserves it <3

These are going to my thoughts, headcannons, and just a bunch of stuff w/ them <3

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of

mental illness, burning, trauma, etc, penguin almost dies, penguin in this is overall written as a bad dude but its only cause he only likes his spouse

Reader: Genderneutral, villain

Arkhamverse!Harvey Dent + Two-face

Oh good lord is this dude interesting.

So, Harvey and Two-face are obviously two separate entities in this version. But to some extent, they seem almost copasetic with eachother.

While Two-face is in charge most of the time in game, there's moments where Harvey peaks out, and oddly enough, Two-face lets him speak, sometimes even agreeing with him.

What I'm getting to is simple, dating one means you date both. For some versions it might be different, where its just Harvey, scarred mentally and physically. But here its straight up a case of DID or major psychosis.

Despite his mood swings, Two-face is a surprisingly attentive partner. While he'll never admit it, it's mostly due to his fear of you leaving him and Harvy due to his side of the body.

He's not completely scarred, and he can't feel anything on his burns, so he can take kisses. (which he enjoys immensely, even if he doesn't actually feel them) but usually he'd pull away, muttering something about 'gonna get you all bloody' or 'all you're gonna taste is copper, doll'

His moods can swing drastically, though, which while mostly unsurprisingly, can ruin a day very quickly. Two-Face can be perfectly content in his office one minute, and be screaming and beating a lacky the next. Though, that should be said, that he never takes it out on you.

Two-Face would rather die than put his hands on you, even if he can lose his temper, he'll never let it be on you. If he does reach a peak, he tends to shove Harvey into the front and recluse into head space.

Harvey is a much easier man to date, maybe not love, but easier to put up with. He doesn't have mood swings like Two-face, nor does he really have a sadistic streak.

For the most part, he's the same, handsome, charismatic D.A that almost everyone had a crush on at some point (he's gotham's Ryan Reynolds) yet, there's a part of him that you know wasn't originally there

A part that despises the police, that despise the mobs, penguin, other villains. A side that wants to do nothing but tear this city down and rebuild it as he see fit. Its why he doesn't fight Two-face doing crime.

They of course wants you to be their partner in crime. They want a pretty little spouse to hold onto Harvey's arm, all dolled up while they lead the city like they're meant to. Someone to love and cherish, someone who doesn't mind the scars, who takes the good with the bad.

"Who's the eye candy?" You were leaned up against your boyfriend, holding his arm to your chest, good hand interlocked with you own. Two-face grumbled, turning to face the infamous villain, who's he'd begrudgingly agreed to work with. "Wait.. [V/N] is that you?"

"If it is?" Two-face barked out, instinctively sweeping you under his good arm. You didn't say anything yet, simply smiling as you leaned into his side. "Why do you want to know?"

Penguin laughed at that, making Two-face even angrier. Subconsciously, you squeezed his hand (which was technically Harvey's, though he wasn't fronting right now), doing your best to calm him. "Why do I want to know? The bats biggest threat next to that white face prick goes missing, just to turn out as your troph-"

Two-face shot before you could stop him, grabbing the shorter male by the collar of his shirt, resting his pistol at Penguin's chin in a silent threat. "Finsh that sentence, and I'll get my doll to flip my coin."

"Didn't expect [V/N] to be a throphy spouse." Penguin's shit eating grin didn't falter as you pulled the coin from Two-Face's pocket. Nor did he flinch when the metal was flipped, quite literally putting his life on the line. You caught it before it fell, laying it on the back of your palm.

"Good heads," you finally spoke up, grabbing the coin and resting it between your fingers, "he lives."

"Dammit." Harvey groaned alongside Two-face, and you decided it was best to not tell them you lied about the coin toss.

They just want you to love them like they love you!

JLA!Harvey Dent + Two-face

Listen. Hear me out.

He's funny.

Yeah I don't got much else to defend me, lets get to the headcannons.

So, I noticed this one doesn't really have a coin. Which is very, very interesting. Instead it seems like Harvey and Two-face are constantly fighting for control.

They are still separate beings in this though, but this makes me think they're both fronting together consistently. Maybe a bad case of being front-stuck together, or its due to both of them constantly fighting for control of the body.

Whatever it is, they don't get along, not nearly as much as Arkham!Two-face + Harvey

This Harvey is much more morally correct. He still has that 'crime is wrong' mentality, even while Two-face is committing it. Yet that isn't to say he's completely innocent. Specifically mentioning the scene where he and Two-face argue how to get out of the cuffs.

Harvey goes as far to offer another option, and even help Two-face escape, despite saying how he thought it was wrong when collecting the cash.

Harvey is the more respectful of the two (which is a bit obvious) and has a very big 'gentleman' mindset. He puts you on a bit of a pedestal, in his eyes you're the one good thing that happened too them since the accident.

In turn though, he is a bit... hesitant to let you and Two-face date. He doesn't believe you should be associated with such a villain, even if you used to be one, or currently are one.

He's a bit old-fashioned in the dating game, though. Heavily believes he (and in turn Two-face) should be the 'bread-winner' while you stay at home and be their pretty little spouse.

Two-face is. Heh. Good luck.

He's sleazy, he'll wolf whistle, he'll say some dirty pickup line that'd make the hardest guy go red. Not to say he'd do anything you don't like, he's a villain not a monster.

He's rude to Harvey at time, and has a pretty bad temper (read; anger issues to the max), but like Arkhamverse!Two-face, he'd never lay a hand on you. Again, he's a villain, not a monster.

Similar to Harvey, he's a bit of a gentleman. He likes to take you on lavish dates, with expensive food and delicious deserts. Only the best for you, which also means arguments with people who bother you is quite often.

Unlike Harvey though, Two-face wants to activity included in his work, he wants to bring you to Oswald's fancy party's and boast about the latest heist the two of you pulled. Even if you're their pretty little spouse, Two-face also wants you to be their badass partner-in-crime

Though, it isn't rare to find him and Harvey having a screaming match with eachother about if Two-face should be allowed to date you or not. The easiest way to deal with this is give them both a kiss on the cheek and assure Harvey you want to be with Two-face as much as you want to be with him.

"What have I told you before!? They're only with you because we share this body! Which, may I remind you, I don't exactly WANT!" Harvey's venom filled voice was a rare thing to behold. Often times, when a certain someone had crossed a line that Harvey thought you had.

"Oh yeah! Keep talking pretty boy, we both know they only got with you to get with me!" Sighing, you lowered your phone, slipping it in your pocket as you headed towards your screaming boyfriends. "Before you they were the baddest villain on the block, but oh no, the lawyer couldn't have that!"

You poked your head inside of your shared bedroom, Harvey and Two-face were standing at the foot of the bed, head swerving as one took over the body from the other. "It was for their own good! I can't have myself associated with two criminals, especially when you're trying to keep them doing crime!"

"Harvey," Their head swerved to face you, both looking equally surprised to see you, "Two-face."

"Darling-!"

"Dollface."

Ignoring the pet names, you walked closer, resting your hands on their shoulders. "Harvey," you repeated, leaning up to peck the side of his face, "I date Two-face because I love him as much as you."

Two-face's grin was wiped to a flustered smile as you kissed his cheek. "And Two-face, stop antagonizing Harvey."

"'Course Doll," Two-face smirked, "anything ya' want."

"As long as your happy." Harvey sighed, resting his hand on your side. "So am I."

"You two are lucky I love you."

For once, they agreed on something, both sharing a matching smile. "We know."

They have their quarrels, and arguments, but in the end they love you more than anything.

[books-and-catears]

Hey, Hey, Hey! It’s been a minute but I didn’t wanna spam ya with requests while you have life stuff to deal with ☺️

This is similar to my Savage!MC ask but the brothers reacting to MC snapping at them and defending Mammon before calling the brothers out whenever they go too hard on him. Let’s be real, Mammon just acts on his sin and gets punished but when Lucifer’s a prick and threatens MC; crickets.

When Beel eats everything and damn near causes everyone to starve as well as threw a tantrum and nearly injured MC over custard;everyone turns a blind eye.

Levi guilt trips and whine over the smallest things but says the worst insults to Mammon and tried to kill MC over TSL.

Asmo acts like he’s above everyone and prefers to tend to his looks than help others (such as during the castle tour) but he gets no scolding.

Belphie routinely harasses Luci with Satan (who loses his temper) AND they all either threatened/killed MC but should Mammon do anything, he’s the worst. Even though Mammon:

- Never threatened MC

- Does shit for his brothers when asked (he may joke of needing a grimm but he’s an Avatar of greed and still gets the job done)

- Is very loyal to them

- And is a good brother to take falls for them. He knows how to sacrifice for them and the slightest inconvenience gets him thrown under the bus

These guys ain’t shit and I wouldn’t wanna be around them until they learn how to treat him better and equally work on their flaws rather than rip on Mammon, who’s a whole ass victim despite being the second strongest brother who takes it because he genuinely loves his brothers yet gets shit on by them so much.

Ooh this savage MC has nothing but heart eyes for Mammon and it's adorable. Right this one is going to be angsty and it's going to sting. I'm doing this in a short story instead of a headcannon cause it just seems right that way. Hope that's okay?

It was just another one of those days Mammon tried to steal his brothers stuff and sell it again. Another day of being upside down and being laughed at. Normally he wouldn't care - it was the usual routine. But something seemed off this time.

"Mammon.. are you okay?" You approach him. He was rubbing his shoulders and arms as if to comfort the pain. He looked more tired and pained than usual.

"Ah I'm alright MC. Just the same old ya know?" He laughed. It sounded hollow yet it pierced your heart.

Enough. Enough of this. You weren't going to stand by and watch this happen again.

"You should rest." You place an arm on his shoulder and take him to his room. Making sure he's asleep, you leave. You have some problematic demons to deal with it.

"Ah MC? What brings you here? You seem rather disturbed." He asks as you storm into his study, fuming with anger.

"You tell me, you sadistic peacock." You had lost all sense of self-preservation and normalcy. Just echoing the rage in your brain.

"Excuse me?" Lucifer said, half-amused, half-shocked.

"Either you stop treating Mammon this way or I will make your life hell." You grit your teeth.

"I already have my brothers doing that what more will you do MC? Besides Mammon had it coming. He went stealing Levi's and Asmo's things again." Lucifer said nonchalantly.

"What do expect from the Avatar of Greed? He's just acting how he's cursed to. Just like the rest of you, nicompoops. Stop listening through the door and come inside." You said loudly.

The other brothers were still in the corridor nearby overhearing the whole thing. You could hear them gasp loudly at your boldness and scutter inside one by one.

"Now let me elaborate, so you rotten cucumbers understand me clearly." You cleared your throat.

Leviathan

"This little snake in tried to kill me because I may have known a little bit more about his favourite anime than him. Where's his punishment?" You point at Levi.

"MC I'm sorry...I couldn't help it was too new to me." Levi started. "But Mammon keeps stealing my things how is that fair-"

"And you keep throwing us into new kinds of disasters with your game hoarding problem."

"If you're still mad about the TSL incident I swear I take it all back-"

"Shut up snake, we know the reason. You're the Avatar of Envy. Getting jealous is your whole point. So you didn't get punished. Moving on..." Your finger now points to Satan. "This wild cat."

Satan

"He also threatened me cause I didn't want to make a pact with him. And when he actually flies off his handle, he wrecks his room and half the house down."

Satan seemed like he wanted to say something but he scowled and looked away.

"However I won't be too hard on him, cause he tries to keep his thing in check. And the whole reason he even has Wrath is because of Lucifer. So I get your hate towards Lucifer, but Mammon doesn't deserve any of it."

"MC you know I can't tolerate stupidity-" He grumbled.

"Oh must be hard looking in the mirror then, with all your failed pranks. And speaking of mirrors, this over- perfumed mannequin." You turn to Asmo.

Asmodeus

"How have I possibly hurt anyone MC? You know I stand for Love too right?" Asmo said, batting his pretty little eyes.

"For someone who stands for LOVE, if you can even call it that," You make a disgusted face, "You surely love making a mockery out of your elder brother and revel in his misery, you over- perfumed potato."

"But I never cause problems do I? Why must I be punished just for standing by?"

"Your high and mighty sense of worth is an illusion you live in. You dress up pretty and act social to validate yourself, trying to conceal the ugliness within. Truly you are nothing but Lust. Also you're the reason we almost got eaten by a giant snake." You shake your head. "Now speaking of eating..."

Beelzebub

"This giant food vaccum." You point to Beel. "He tried to eat me over a custard. Like excuse me? There's still plenty of food outside? And let's not forget that week we all had to eat cup ramen for a week cause he finished the whole pantry."

Beel softly muttered and apology and looked down.

"He even ate the walls and pillars once! Surely those renovations cost way more than however much Mammon steals? Where's his punishment?!"

"MC enough. He's sorry already." Beel's twin spoke up. You glared at him and smiled. "Don't worry I saved the best for last."

Belphegor

"This lazy murderous cow." You walk up to him slowly. "Not only does everyone have to your chores - you love causing chaos."

Belphie laughed, "That I do. But that's only with Lucifer. What else did I do?"

"Oh you want me to go there? I surely will." You say with a sting in your eye. "In your plan to avenge your sister, you killed what was left of her in the first timeline. And your brothers just stood by and watched. Where's your penance, you murder hornet?"

Belphie's eyes grew wide. Everyone looked shocked and uncomfortable. You never brought this up before now.

"But why bother asking you about it. I should be asking the ultimate punisher of this family." You turn to Lucifer.

Lucifer

"Ah! If it isn't Diavolo's pet dog! How is your master today? Does he treat you the way you treat Mammon? Is that why you come here to take your revenge on your little brother instead? Tell me Lucifer does Diavolo punish you then?"

"MC, I understand you maybe upset but you are crossing a line here." Lucifer stood up with a gutteral growl.

"Sit doggie. I didn't ask for you yet." You commanded. Lucifer sat back down as with great force. He stared at you flummoxed.

"Did you forget about the pacts already, you pompous goat? You have threatened and tried to kill me more than anyone else in this family so congratulations! I will use my pacts way more generously now." You mock bowed in gratitude.

"You might win in a fight against him but let me tell you this..." You stared back at the others.

"Mammon is the second strongest in this family. If he wanted to - if he REALLY wanted to, all of you would be turned to dust. He is stronger than all of you - but he hides it. He supresses his powers and his anger because he loves you too much. How could he ever hurt his little brothers?" You felt tears in your eyes at this point.

"AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY HIM? He's only acting on his sin! Just like the rest of you! Why must he be singled out and mocked at? I won't allow it. Never again."

"If you hurt Mammon again, I swear you will have to face me. And before you think you have a chance against me, do remember the pacts you all happily made with me I will not hesitate to use them against you dysfunctional lot-"

"MC... Stop." You felt Mammon hug you from behind.

"Mammon? I thought you were asleep." You say looking back at him. His tears were misty but his smile more full.

"And I thought I was supposed to protect ya, human! And you're out here protecting me..." Mammon trailed off and held you closer.

"We can protect each other."

[felswritingfire]

That april brain rot with the three in one brain cell hit me with all the emotions. Would you be willing to write a continuation with the boys getting revenge for the reader?? I am out for some blood 😾😾😾😾

I... I may have gone off the deep end with this lmao.

But, Ace, Deuce, Grim, and everyone else in Heartlabyul have a tad bit of Yandere tendency, hope you don't mind jslkdfjldkf

The first part if anyone's curious!

TW: Yandere tendencies; descriptions of violence; Cussing; Possessiveness; Threats

It wasn't easy finding him- the bastard who did this. Ace had to do some fine digging to find out where he ran off to and even then he needed Cater's help (who didn't mind one bit, he was almost too eager) to find him hiding in the Dwarves house that the four of you officially became friends at.

Ace scowls at this realization, watching as the student cowered and squirmed under Deuce's shoe. "Oi, Juice-"

"What?" It probably came out a lot harder than Deuce was intending, but Ace really didn't mind, he understood the feeling.

It took a moment for Ace to continue, his sharp eyes taking in the way the boy whimpered in pain as Deuce dug his heel deeper into his spine. "Don't beat him up here-" he gestured around, waiting as green-blue eyes took in the familiar cob webs and worn wood- "got too many good memories and all that mushy stuff, you know?"

Duece nodded, his gaze dull as it focused back on the boy. "Yeah. But where are we gonna go?"

They stood there mulling over their limited options before they heard a snicker. Turning to Grim who floated behind them, Ace raised an eyebrow. "What? You got an idea, Raccoon?"

"Of course the Great Grim has an idea!" Grim kept snickering as his hind feet touched the ground, walking over to the trembling figure on the floor. His pupils where almost pin pricks as he stared down at him. "Why not take him to the cave?"

"C- cave?" The boy trembled, a bit of red dribbling from his split lip from where Deuce had socked him.

Ace let out a laugh- something mean and ugly. "We could! Just tie him up and wait for that thing to come and rip him to shreds right?"

Deuce hummed. "But Riddle told us not to do anything too nasty."

Ace slung an arm over his friend's shoulder, red eyes leering down at the round eyes of the boy. "He also said nothing that could be our fault- and, how would it be our fault if goldilocks here pulled some stupid shit and decided to fuck with some sort of monster, hm?"

Deuce's eyebrows twitched. His grin turned wicked as he nodded, "yeah, some dumbass thinking they're all that and getting screwed over... it'd be a pretty likely story."

Grim nodded, floating just above the above the boy's terrified face. "And we wouldn't even have to try!"

"W-why?" The student suddenly cried out. Ace couldn't help but stare down at him, the air suddenly getting tense. "Why are you all doing this?"

"What? Are you stupid?" Grim hissed, suddenly scratching the student's eye making him yelp. "You hurt my henchman, there's no other reason!"

"Hench-" he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut tight- "you mean (Y/N)?"

"'You mean (Y/N)?'- who else are we talking about, idiot?"

"Who else did you hurt as badly as them, huh?" Deuce leaned down, grabbing a fistful of the boy's hair, yanking him back hard. The boy winced.

"They- they-" he licked his lips, wheezing for air- "they said no! They should have said yes, it would have been so much easier! We- we're meant to be-" his shaking words bleed into a sudden groan as the fist holding his blond strands tightened to the point that Deuce's leather gloves groaned in protest.

Ace threw his head back laughing, "meant to be? Bull- fucking- shit! You don't know anything about them!" The boy opened his mouth to say something when the side of a polished shoe ended up slamming into his teeth. "You wanna know who does know them? Us. We pretty much now everything about them. If they belonged-" he snorted- "together with anyone, it'd be fucking us."

He reveled at the rage that flashed in those blue eyes, the sheer audacity this idiot had thinking he was something important to you made another snort leave Ace's throat.

Deuce growled, his lips curling. "What're you so pissed about? Is it because Ace is right? That they barely knew your name and then rejected you? What'd you expect?" Deuce suddenly slammed their head down against the rotting floor board and the boy let out a pained shout, Grim giggling in the background. "You expect them to run into your arms? Huh? Dumbass!" He reared his head back and slammed it back down again. There was a worrisome crack, but none of them seemed to care.

"We..." The student whimpered. "We were meant to be something... They would have learned to love me. They would have..."

Grim let out another hiss, blue flames flicking out of the corners of his mouth. "They would have nothin'! My henchman is my henchman! You can't have them! I'll burn you to a crisp if I have to!"

"Don't burn him alive, idiot raccoon." Ace said, grabbing the cat by the back of the scruff. "Remember, we let the monster have it's way with him, remember?"

"Monster?" The familiar voice made the group jump. Ace turned to see Riddle, Trey, and Cater standing in the dilapidated doorway. Riddle's eyebrows raised as he took a step towards them. "There're monsters here?"

"Yeah!" Grim said, a little too happy, "Big and scary! It has a pickaxe!"

"And you're thinking about... giving this one to it?"

"Why not?" Ace shrugged, his eyes shining with a sadistic malice as his gaze floated between the student (who was barely moving now, he figured that he might have been knocked out). "It'd be easy to come up with an excuse as to why he was out here-"

"It really would!" Cater suddenly chimed in, a grin on his lips, "I went diving through his files, turns out he's not as much of a goody-goody as he wants everyone to think!" He pulls out his phone, tapping at his screen before leaning over and showing it to Riddle who's eyebrows raised and eyes widened as he skimmed over the words.

"Ditching- causing multiple fights-" he mumbled, his eyes narrowing the further he went.

"Yep! It'd be really simple!"

"And he deserves it!" Deuce declared, "after everything he put (Y/N) through..." his face twisted into something angry, pupils dilating. "He deserves ten times worse."

"I agree," Trey said, nodding. A sage smile on his face, while he rolled up his sleeves (he had forgone his jacket and vest, only in the thin white undershirt of his uniform tucked into the belted waist of his pants). "So, let's get to doing that, if that's alright with you, dorm leader?"

Riddle nods. "It's only right." His steely eyes open slowly to reveal the rage boiling in them. "Hurting someone so important. It only deserves the most fitting punishment."

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[adulting-sucks]

Enemy

Chapter 9 of The Neighborhood Series

Summary: A new player hits town, causing destruction along the way. New alliances are formed.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY-DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT; Non-con; death of minor character; murder; PLEASE DO NOT READ IF ANY IF THIS BOTHERS YOU Starts immediately under the cut

AN: Sorry it took a hot minute to get this one done. The block was real.

Fucking little bitch, Freezy thought to himself, dropping his cigarette butt and stamping out, his eyes trained on their house. Fucking Lee and Fucking Bucky. Fucking cunt bitch who turned on him. He knew he shouldn’t have trusted her because you can never trust a walking pussy. The only one of those who was worth anything was dead.

His puppy. Fucking Lee Bodecker.

He pulled out his phone, his mind made up, and fired off a text to the last person he ever thought he would ask for help. This man made Pronge look like a kitten, his resume full of any kill if the price was right, with nothing and no one off limits.

“It’s Pronge,” he spat into the phone when the man answered. “I have a job for you.” This was the last person he ever wanted to work with but he was left with no other options.

He clenched his jaw as he listened to this asshole laugh. This was the abso-fucking-lutely last dick he wanted to deal with, but he’d run out of options. Ghost had fucked him over, Lee was still alive, and his Puppy was sitting in the freezer in his truck because he couldn’t part with her just yet.

“Yeah, yeah, I got it. I have one stipulation: I get to end Lee once you’ve killed everyone else he loves,” Freezy said as he saw the very man he was talking about cross his line of sight. Fucking cocksucker. He didn’t know how it was going to happen, he just knew he was going to make him suffer. It wouldn't be a quick and clean death, like his puppy. No, it would be painful and tortuous; Lee would be begging to die.

Freezy’s attention was brought back to the conversation at hand as the obnoxious voice brought him back into reality. “Yeah, I hear ya. Get your ass out here, we’ll discuss payment and plans. I don’t care, just get here as soon as you’re done.”

He heard that fucking laugh again and lost his temper.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that dumbass name, you cocksucking ass face?” Freezy screamed into the phone, his face and neck red as his blood pressure soared. This was really his last option? This fucking douchebag was his last resort.

Freezy slammed his phone, squeezing so hard he cracked the screen. That little bitch was going to pay. Because of her, he had to call the most sadistic son of a bitch alive.

He reached into his front pocket, grabbed and lit another smoke, and continued staring at the house. He watched the lights go out, one by one, his anger growing. They get to sleep, they get to fuck, they get to live, and his Puppy doesn’t. Fucking pricks were going to get everything they deserved, along with that traiterous cunt who betrayed him.

He finished his smoke, dropping and stamping the butt out, his anger palpable, squeezing the long forgotten phone until he heard it crack. Great. Another fucking thing he would need to take care of.

He turned and started walking towards his home, wondering if this was the right way to head. Ari and Kemp recommended this course of action, the former wanting to get rid of Bucky and Lee for good, the latter just needing some fresh meat.

Hopefully this worked out, but somewhere in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but feel this was the start of the end, for all of them. The neighborhood had been slowly dividing for years; if it was the beginning of the end, the victor had yet to be determined.

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Lloyd laughed as he hung up his phone and returned to his job at hand. Lloyd knew he was a last resort hire, with good reason though. He didn’t spare anyone. If there were any bodies in the area of where his assignment was, he didn’t stop until every last breath had been taken.

He kneeled down, his face inches from the feared mobster king, the same mobster king that spit in face two weeks ago. Lloyd had warned him, but apparently Mr. Mob needed a demonstration.

“See, sunshine, I warned you. This could have all been handled differently, but you had to be an asshole and make fun of my mustache.” Lloyd smiled as he ran the barrel of his gun down the tear stained cheeks of his victim.

“Had you just been polite, we could have handled all of this the easy way, but you chose the hard way.” Lloyd stood up, pausing to zip and button his slacks.

“Your wife didn’t have to suffer, but after the shit you pulled, you needed to be taught a lesson.” He walked over to the bed, running his head down the cheek of the lifeless woman, her eyes already cloudy with death.

“I’ll tell ya, she had a sweet pussy. I could have spent hours fucking her. She enjoyed it, my friend. You heard her cum, crying because she had never had an orgasm that intense before.”

Lloyd walked back over to the king, dropped down and whispered “I guess I don’t know my own strength. But I couldn’t stop strangling her when her cunt was squeezing and milking my cock so tightly.”

Lloyd placed his gun on the man’s forehead, pulled the trigger, dropping two in the man’s brain. He started to wipe the blood of his gun when he heard steps behind him. He turned to see the young daughter standing in front of him, her cream nightie hanging on every curve.

“Come on, Kitten. It’s time to go,’ he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her out. He lit a smoke as the walked to the door, and just as he shut it, he dropped his lighter, igniting the house which was engulfed in flames after just a few minutes.

They got into his car, and headed towards his next job. He was looking forward to this one. Lee and Bucky had been the biggest fun killjoys he had ever met, killing with ethics. It was a juxtaposition, killing invalidated ethics. This was going to be his favorite job to date.

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“Okay, Sunshine, you got me here, what now?” Lloyd asked, lighting a cigarette. Freezy rolled his eyes, regretting his choice instantly. He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his head starting to pound. Lloyd pulled out a stool, taking a seat at the counter, the girl held at his feet.

“I told you not to call me that, you psychotic piece of shit,” Freezy snapped, grabbing the smoke from Lloyd’s hand. Freezy made his way to the fridge and pulled out two beers, opening them and handing one to his guest.

Lloyd snickered, taking a drink of his beer. “Calm down, ice cream man. You got me here, let’s go over the plan. Also, this Kitten down here, I brought her as a present for you.” Lloyd pulled her up by her hair, tears streaming down her cheeks as sobs wracked her body. “She’s prettier than you’re used to, but she’s still a nice and young twenty four year old, tight pussy.”

“I don’t want this fucking bitch, why the fuck didn’t you kill her?” Freezy asked with annoyance, the girl’s crying making him angry. He stalked over to her, grabbing her hair from Lloyd and threw her back against the wall.

“Shut the fuck up, you whiny cunt,” he spat his other hand curling around her neck. There was something about a crying bitch that he absolutely hated, but for some reason, this little bitch made him want to fuck her face.

She spit in his face, her hand slapping him across the cheek. Lloyd let out a howl as Freezy wiped his face, his hand tightening around her throat.

“You stupid, fucking bitch!” he screamed, his hand forcing her back down the wall until she landed on her knees. He undid his belt, dropping his pants around his ankles along with his boxers, his cock hard, the tip red and dripping. “You want to act like a fucking cunt, I’ll show you the only thing you’re good for, you fucking cumdumpster.”

She refused to open her mouth, staring up defiantly at Freezy, anger burning through her features. Freezy slapped her with the tip of rock hard cock, yet she still refused, tightening her lips even more.

“Okay, you want to be a cunt, I’ll treat you like one. I was going to take it a little easy on you; instead I’ll treat you like the whore you are,” Freezy said, squeezing her nose close while holding her mouth closed simultaneously. When she couldn’t take another second, she started to tap on his leg. He released her lips, not even giving her a chance to take a breath before he shoved his cock into her mouth as far as it would go.

“Do you hear this fucking slut choking on my dick?” Freezy asked Lloyd, his hands in her hair as he moved her up and down his cock, slowly sliding down her throat. He looked over at Lloyd who had his pants down, cock in hand, languidly stroking up and down as he watched, gliding over his tip to gather precum.

Freezy glanced down and almost lost all control. Staring up at him, her face was covered in tears and streaks of her makeup, drool falling out of her mouth, her nose pressed to his pubis.

Freezy fisted his hands in her hair, fucking her face with no concern for her, barely giving her time to take a breath before he was pushing his cock down her throat again. He was coming close to his end, her face and Lloyd’s moans turning him on even more. It wasn’t even that he was attracted to Lloyd, it was the fact that his face fucking made another man lose control.

As he felt her jaw tighten, her eyes started to roll into the back of her head, and he couldn’t hold back. His hips started to falter, his fists tightening in her hair, holding her head in place as he emptied his spend down her throat, staying sheathed as he pumped more and more, until she had swallowed every last drop.

He turned his head to see Lloyd cum at that exact same moment, his cum landing on his hand and shirt, his head thrown back as he panted. He glanced over at Freezy as he started to wipe his hand, shooting the other man a wink with a smile.

“Told you she’d be good for something, didn’t I, Sunshine?” he said, his tone condescending. Freezy removed his half hard dick from her mouth, pulled his pants up and tucked himself back in as he rolled his eyes. He needed him, Freezy kept reminding himself.

“Yeah, yeah, what are you going to do with the bitch now?” Freezy asked as he lit a smoke, exhaling directly in Lloyd’s face. The girl refused to look at either of the men, her tears now dry. Lloyd walked over, kneeling to face level, and stared her directly in her eyes.

“I think me and this pretty piece right here, are going to fuck. I am going to fuck her so full of my cum, she’ll be dripping it for days, i’ll feed her the cum right off of the floor. And once her cunt is nice and full, I’ll move to that tight little asshole. I bet no one has ever fucked your sweet, virgin ass, have they, prettty?”

When she refused to acknowledge him, Lloyd grabbed her hair and pulled her up, forcing her to look at him while he was speaking.

“I said, we are going to have some-“ Lloyd started before she spat on his cheek. She raised her arms, clawing his face like a wild animal, refusing to let Lloyd destroy her without a fight.

As the blood dripped down from the numerous scratches, Lloyd smiled, wiping his finger through the wounds.

“Oh, Kitten. You are a spicy one, I’ll give you that.” He pinned her back against the wall, his knee pushed between her legs, forcing them open. His hand climbed higher and higher, his fingers brushing her pussy on the outside of her panties.

“I was going to try and make this fun for you, but now, well now I’m just going to fuck you then kill you,” Lloyd sneered as he ripped her panties off and threw them to the side.

He placed one leg over his arm which was braced on the wall, his other hand lining his dick up before he slid in ruthlessly. He moved his free hand to her neck, squeezing as he fucked her relentlessly, not caring that she wasn’t wet or ready.

He continued fucking her brutally, her pussy tearing and bleeding, his cock large and destructive. He squeezed harder and harder, not realizing that he was strangling her. He came with a yell, and gave one last squeeze, snapping her neck.

Lloyd dropped her body, uncaring of where she fell, wholly satisfied that his dick was covered in her blood. He tucked himself back in and moved over to sit on the couch.

Freezy continued smoking, and took a sip of the whisky he’d poured while Lloyd was otherwise engaged. He picked up his phone, calling Kemp.

“Kemp’s coming over to grab her body, let’s start planning,” Freezy said, draining his tumbler and stamping out his smoke. He moved to his kitchen table where he had maps and schematics set.

“Whatever you need, Sunshine,” Lloyd replied, loving how irritated Freezy got. They were so involved in their planning, they missed Kemp coming over and grabbing the girl.

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Jake Jensen was always prepared, whether for the best or the worst, he always had a plan. Which is why he installed “extra” hidden security when he set up the audio and visual system around the neighborhood.

No one knew about his extra measures, but being CIA, one could say Jake had grown a little paranoid. It was solely for protecting the one he loved, he told himself, especially after the Lee and Pronge debacle.

Jake sat down, a heavy sigh escaping his lips, and pulled up all footage for the last few weeks. He’d been away on a mission and hadn’t been able to check in, so he had a long night of watching ahead of him.

Jake hated leaving his wife for any length of time, but this seemed to be longer than ever before. He didn’t trust anyone to take care of her the way he did, so he locked the house up, advising her not to leave. Not that she ever would. Having gone through being stalked before Jake “saved” her left her somewhat of an agoraphobic.

Jake had been a little more cautious since the girl, the one Ari beat the shit out of, arrived and was taken by Bucky. There was something he couldn’t put his finger on, something not right about the entire situation.

Just as he was getting settled, his doorbell rang, the camera pulling up on one of his screens. Fuck, he thought to himself as he saw who was on his doorstep. Colin Shea. Last thing Jake needed was the cop hanging around.

He locked his computer and headed to the door, plastering a fake smile on his face as he opened his front door. “Hey buddy! Come on in!” Jake stepped to the side to allow Shea entrance, trying as hard as he could to keep the irritation out of his voice.

“Hey, I’m so sorry to come over so late and unannounced,” Shea said as he stepped past Jake. The look of concern on Shea’s face was enough to cause Jake’s irritation right out, only to be replaced by concern.

“Yeah, man, no problem, What’s got you so worried?” Jake asked. He guided Shea to his living room, hoping the doorbell hadn’t woken his wife. He offered the cop a drink, Shea accepting the bottle of beer Jake brought him.

“I don’t know where to start, but something big is going down, and I don’t want to be caught in the middle of it,” Colin said, taking a long pull off the beer in his hand. “I know we aren’t the most law abiding people living here, but after Bucky took that girl in, things have been tense. Ari is more cruel than ever, Ransom following Ari’s lead. You are the only other one here that doesn’t hurt his wife. I’m hoping I can trust you.”

Jake looked at Colin, his eyes roaming the other man’s face as he took a drink from his beer, “What kind of things have you been noticing?” Jake asked, ready to mentally bookmark everything from this conversation so he could compare it to his footage.

Colin hands Jake a disc, stands up, and makes his way towards the door, “This is everything I’ve been able to dig up on who lives here, background checks on all. Do with it what you will, but if you are as disgusted as I am, then we need to find and fix the problem.”

“Yeah, okay, Let’s head to my office and take a look,” Jake said as he stood up, heading down the hall, Colin on his heels. Jake popped in the disc, immediately sickened at what played on the screen. He wanted to stop watching immediately but knew he couldn’t.

“I wasn’t sure who I could trust,” Colin said, turning his head away from the screens. He’d already watched the horrifying images once, he wasn’t sure he could stomach a second time.

Jake removed his glasses, setting them on the desk once the video stopped. He had known there was something going on, but he wasn’t used to this level of violence. He looked at Colin, his resolve forming. He knew what side he was on, and now he knew Colin was too.

“We have to stop this, and we only have one choice on how.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose, the tension moving from his shoulders and neck up to his head. He put his glasses back on, seeing Colin nod his head in agreement.

“Let’s go see them,” Colin said, his voice defeated. He knew he was a massive hypocrite, a cop who turned a blind eye to the happenings in this neighborhood, but he still had a sense of moral obligation for things that just weren’t right.

Colin stood, but Jake had a different plan at the moment. Jake wanted to comb through his extra security footage, just wanting more proof to present, because if they were wrong, the innocents would suffer, not the guilty. He offered to put on a pot of coffee as Colin said he was staying to help. The two men agreed on one thing: they had to protect their wives at any cost.

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“We have to figure out our next step,” Bucky said as he and Lee sat at the kitchen table, blueprints of the neighborhood open before them. “He has to know Ghost betrayed him by now, and if the rumors are true, he’s out for blood.”

“Wait, what rumors?” Lee asked. It had been a little bit since he’d worked a job, not quite ready to leave you just yet. Lee stood up, heading to the fridge, grabbing two beers. He handed one to Bucky, twisting the top off and taking a long pull.

Bucky opened his beer, taking a drink before answering the other man. “Word is he’s brought in the worst of the wor-”

“Tell me he didn’t bring in who I think you’re going to say,” the brothers heard coming from the stairs behind them. They’d been so deep into their conversation, they never heard Ghost come down.

“What are you doing up, little one?” Bucky asked, standing to kiss her, leaving her snuggled in his embrace. She pulled away, looking up at him, worry etched in every feature. “It’s just a rumor, we don’t know anything yet.” Bucky pulled Ghost onto his lap, her body relaxing as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. “If it is true, we’ll handle it.”

“If it is true, this is my fault,” Ghost replied, hopping off Bucky’s lap, heading to grab a drink. “I should have found a different way in. I knew Freezy was dangerous, but I honestly didn’t think he would go to this extreme.”

An alarm sounded, the security system in the front alerting everyone to the presence of someone on the property. Bucky pulled out his phone to check the screen, handing it to Lee.

“It’s Shea and Jensen,” Bucky said, moving Ghost off his lap as he stood. He and Lee walked towards the front porch, each stopping to grab one of the many guns they had hidden throughout the house.

“What the fuck are they doing here so late?” Lee said, a hard edge creeping into his voice. He clicked off the safety, cocking the gun, dropping one in the chamber. He looked back at Bucky who nodded, confirming he was ready.

Ghost heard you coming down the stairs, the doorbell having woke you. You handed Ghost her gun, your knife in hand and ready. Lee and Bucky were at the door, unaware you were behind them.

Lee opened the door, His gun pointed at Jake’s head while Bucky aimed his gun at Colin. Shea and Jensen had their hands up, making sure to let Lee and Bucky know they were unarmed and not there as a threat.

“What can we do for you two? Bucky said, his eyes never leaving the two. He and Lee stepped aside, allowing the two to enter, guns still trained on both heads, Colin and Jake completely aware that these two would not miss.

“We need to talk,” Jake started, his hand holding a disc. He handed it over to Lee, making sure to move slowly. Lee and Bucky looked at each other, signaling for the two to sit on the couch. Bucky popped the disc into his laptop situated on the coffee table.

Ghost had tried keeping you away knowing Lee and Bucky would not be happy about this, but finally compromised by allowing you to sit on the stairs and listen. You couldn’t see anything on the disc, and for that, Ghost was at least thankful. The audio was going to be hard enough.

“This is pretty gruesome, just to warn you,” Colin said. Jake nodded in agreement, waiting for Lee and Bucky to start the footage. None of the men saw nor heard you two slowly making your way down the stairs.

The men watched the screen, horrified by what was playing. “Where did you get this?” Lee asked, stomach twisted at the scene before him.

“I obtained the footage of Lloyd in the warehouse from the surveillance cameras posted around the building.” Colin said. “We’ve had our eyes on it for a while, tonight just happened to be the night we actually caught something.”

“The other stuff, with Freezy, Lloyd and the girl is from the extra security I had installed in Pronge’s house,” Jake offered next. “I installed the cameras after the incident at the barbeque a few years ago. I didn’t fully trust him.” Jake rubbed his hand on the back of his neck anxiously.

“When, when is this footage from?” Lee asked, his voice low and lethal. He looked at Jake and Colin, his nostrils flaring. “When the fuck did he get here?” Lee looked over at Bucky, the brothers sharing an unspoken conversation.

“Today as far as I can tell,” Shea replied as he lit a smoke, exhaling deeply. “No one else in the department has seen the footage, I managed to grab this before they could. Figured the neighborhood didn’t need the extra attention.”

“No one has access to my footage, so we’re the only ones who know what happened at Pronge’s,” Jake confirmed as he paced nervously around the room. “We came here right after. This isn’t right, what they’re doing isn’t right.”

The men all turned, hearing you and Ghost walk into the room. Bucky moved to Ghost, Lee to you. “What do we do now?” you whispered, clutching Lee tightly as if you’d float away. Ghost looked up at Bucky, then over to Jake and Shea.

“Now, we prepare for a war,” Ghost said. Bucky nodded, dropping a kiss on her head. “Lloyd is the worst of the worst; he’s the one everyone is scared of, and it’s going to take all of us to take him down. We are going to need to start planning immediately. And make no mistake: this is going to be bloody.”

“We can go to my house, I have a private room, no additional security. Grab your weapons, meet over there as soon as you are ready.” Jake said, as he and Colin moved towards the door. The men gave one last nod, and headed out, leaving you all to get prepared.

@kitty1960 @cjand10 @potato-with-hair @bubblespeare

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Eight: Nice

Mentions of: Knives, threats, Frank being an asshole, and also the zombie apocalypse bcs Bill

A/N: Here’s another chapter for y’all

Tags: @prettycutebunny @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Once again, you awoke, thankfully with that horrible aching feeling gone, numbed down to the occasional dull pains in your body, and a heavy fatigue. You’re laying on a dirty old mattress, new bandages wrapped around your stomach, your tank top slightly raised above it. Someone must’ve changed them while you were asleep.

Where are you? Your memory’s a little fuzzy. The last thing you remember was fixing Susie up, helping her walk through the woods, then seeing that Ski Lodge and taking her there

“Well, look who’s finally up.” A familiar voice greeted. Sitting up, you looked in front of you, finding Frank, standing there.

He’s leaning up against the door frame, tossing his switchblade before flipping it around his hand. You move backward, a look of distrust crossing your face. “What the hell, were you watching me sleep?”

“Watch your tone, and no, I just got here a couple of minutes ago. I was waiting for you to wake up.” He warned, but his voice seemed softer and had less of a harsh edge to it like it normally does.

“What do you want from me?” You sat up straight, eyeing the door behind him. He’s blocking all of your exits, and you can’t help but feel trapped.

How can you trust him when he’s lied to you before? When all he’s done is kill you and insult you? You know he didn’t have a choice, but still, he doesn’t have to be such a prick all the time.

“Susie told us everything. The others are all out in trials right now, and she wanted to say Thanks, so…”

Everything? As in everything everything? Including the fact that you tried to kill her? You can’t help but feel like there’s something else Frank wants to say, something else he wants to do. Maybe hurt you for hurting one of his own, or something like that.

“That’s it?” You asked, still unsure if you should trust him. “Uhm, yeah? What else were you expecting?”

“Well, it seems like every time we talk, I end up dying. And you’re normally a lot more angry and stabby.” You told him.

He paused, looking up at you, before pulling the blade out. Slowly, he walked over to you, with the butterfly knife hovering over your face. He moved even closer, before gently tracing it down your cheek.

“That does sound fun, doesn’t it? Killing you again? Who knows, maybe the third time’s a charm, and you’ll actually stay dead.” He remarked coldly, and you glared at him, too tired to move. It wouldn’t be smart, anyways, he could cut your throat with the snap of his wrist.

Then, he pulled away, laughing hysterically. “You should’ve seen the look on your face. That was pure gold. I’m just fucking with you, babe. I’m not gonna kill you. Wouldn’t wanna upset Susie when we just got her back.”

“You’re a sadistic asshole, you know that?” You spat bitterly, getting to your feet, and preparing to leave. “Well, you’re not exactly a charmer yourself, doll.”

You scoffed, right about to storm off, when Frank grabs your arm, pulling you back. “Wait. Again, Thanks, from everyone.”

“I don’t get why you guys are so thankful. I mean, I tried to kill her.” You admitted, still feeling guilty about the whole situation.

“Well, yeah. You could’ve just left her there, but you didn’t. Even after everything she said that you were kind to her, and helped her calm down a bit. So, we’re good now.” He explained.

“Uh, no. I’m glad you guys are thankful or whatever, but I’m only good with Susie. I don’t trust the rest of you. Especially not you, oh no. You and I are not on good terms.” You told him, before tearing your wrist away from his grip and walking off.

“Noted. See you around, toots!”

–

After a long and exhausting walk back to the campfire, you finally made it. You let yourself lay down and rest your head against the log, shutting your eyes and sighing.

“You look…rough.” A familiar voice said. Opening one eye, you spotted Bill, sitting on the log beside you. The familiar scent of cigarette smoke entered your nose, making it twitch slightly, but you couldn’t help but find it comforting.

You can’t believe how relieved you feel seeing him again. Plus, you can really use a smoke right now. “That’s a nice way of putting it. But yeah, I've had a long day. Are there even days here? You know what? I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, offering you a cigarette. Sitting up, you take it from him, letting him light the cigarette with his own.

“Not really…I kinda had to see some shit from the past that I didn’t want to see. And I had to see it from another perspective, which made it all worse. Like, at the moment, you think you’re doing the right thing, but seeing how you affect others it just…messes you up.”

He nodded with a solemn look on his face. He agreed. You’re sure he’s had his fair share of traumatizing experiences too, especially since he was in the military.

“You served, right? Was it the Vietnam war? Or- You don’t have to answer if you don’t want-”

“Don’t worry about it kid, and yeah, I did.” He replied. “My grandfather served during the Vietnam war, and my Dad did too. I think my grandfather also served during World War II, and the Korean War too. Hey, maybe you knew them.”

He reminds you a lot of your grandfather, and you have a good feeling you remind him of someone too. Maybe that’s why you get along so well.

He grinned, letting out a soft chuckle. “I hate to break it to you, kid, but I don’t think we’re from the same place.”

“Really? Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow, a curious look on your face.

“Well, where I’m from, things have all gone to shit.” Was all he said in response, piquing your curiosity.

“Oh come on, you’ve got to be more specific than that. Is the world ending or something? Nuclear warfare? The zombie apocalypse?” His expression changed at that, making you realize.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed, sitting straight up, an excited look on your face, much more energetic than once before. “Shhh, keep your voice down.”

“Okay, okay. But you’ve gotta tell me some stories sometime.”

[angry-geese]

Naoya Zenin x Reader

Warnings: nsfw / mdni. shameless smut. dom reader. pegging, edging, dirty talk, degredation, hickeys, biting/marking, fingering. not the healthiest relationship dynamic. Naoya kinda needs his own warning. afab reader.

a/n: this was inspired by this drabble i did a few days ago

Word Count: about 1.7k

There’s a soft knock at the door. Naoya doesn't wait before barging in.

Your laptop shuts with a soft click. Not that you were getting much work done anyway.

“Oh, sure, come on in,” the irritation in your voice is palpable.

Naoya was a menace. He’s still a menace, and it’s safe to say he always will be, though he gives you a wide berth. People notice the way he shys away from you, how he flinches at your voice. The dark, mouth shaped marks that he can’t quite hide under clothes. He talked about you. Often. How you were a half rate sorcerer. The venomous words he would spit were no secret to you. He was nothing if not a prideful, spiteful little man.

But he always came back.

“What the hell is this?” he tugs down his shirt collar, revealing a dark, mouth shape mark centered just on his collarbone.

“That's what you came to bother me about?” You ask. “It didn't seem to concern you when you were moaning under me like a wanton whore.”

His face is hardly an inch from yours when you stand. A look resembling rage fills his eyes. His breath is warm against your skin.

You grab his wrist, twisting his arm uncomfortably behind his back. He can handle a little manhandling; he’s certainly survived worse. Your hand plants on the back of his head, shoving it into the desk, your hips flush to his. He grunts as his cheek presses against the cold, antique wood. He uses his free arm to try to press himself up, though to no avail. In terms of strength, he typically has a bit of leverage against you.

“You crazy bitch,” he spits, “let me go!”

“If you hate this so much then why are you getting hard?” You press your knee between his legs, purposefully grinding your thigh against his growing erection.

Your chest presses against his back as you lean forward to grab something. Lube. His eyes widen as something hard presses against his back; a hard, rather cold weight. Leave it to you to keep that thing on you at all times. Your free hand presses under the waistband of his pants, shoving them down his hips.

You warm the lube up in your hands for a moment before working it over the surface of the strap. Your free hand moves between his legs. He freezes for a moment, as if he's shocked by the movement of your hands. There’s no hiding the way his face heats up. Unconsciously he widens his stance, allowing you better access. Your index and middle finger press into him. Your grip on his arm loosens. Both his hands press into the desk in a feeble attempt to hold himself up. He grunts when you stroke a particularly sensitive spot.

“It’s cold,” he says.

“Then warm it up for me.”

Once again you grab the lube, letting it flood over your fingers and his tight hole. Your fingers pump into him, his back arching. He gasps and stiffens. You've hit his prostate. Your free hand strokes his cock, a feeble attempt to get him to relax. Though it works, he's a bit stiff. His size is rather impressive, though you suppose it makes up for something. Over the past few weeks you’ve figured out all the little spots to prod and poke that just make him squirm.

“It's a shame such a nice cock is attached to such a horrible person,” you say.

“It’s a shame you’re such a bitch-”

A small, choked gasp leaves him as the tip of the strap presses into him. With the lube and prep, his tight hole takes it easily. Little does everyone know, the perpetual stick up Naoya’s ass is you.

He puts up little resistance as you pull him into your lap. Your fingers work under—yours now—shirt, tugging it over his head. His chest is flushed, and littered with hickeys. You trace your nails along the crescent shaped marks left by your teeth.

“What would everyone think if they knew you liked getting fucked with a strap bigger than your own cock?” Your grip tightens. “Sit. Still.”

He stiffens. To ease some tension, he bounces his leg.

“I should get you a collar,” you say, “maybe a leash too. Something I can drag you around with. I'm thinking red would be a good color.”

Your hand buries in his hair, gently tugging his head back. A noise resembling pain leaves him. The kiss you press to his jaw is uncharacteristically soft, making goosebumps rise along his shoulder. You run your tongue across the shell of his ear, causing him to shudder. Blush dusts the tips of his ears and nose, leaving his cheeks and chest splotchy.

“You would like that,” your lips just barely brush across his neck, “wouldn't you?”

“You bitch.”

“If you have such a problem with it, why aren't you trying harder to leave?” You ask, leaning forward to nip at his ear. “You have your safeword. Use it if this is so terrible.”

You reach past him to open your laptop back up, resuming your work. It's not the most time sensitive project. Really you could pawn this thing off on someone else. But anything to ignore him, make him squirm a bit.

He doesn't like being ignored. He’s not used to it. A man like him has rarely been told no in his life.

"It brings me great joy to see your eyes fill with desperation," a dark laugh follows your comment. His cock twitches.

“Fuck. You.” He hisses.

“Yes, that's what you’re doing,” your teeth find the junction where his neck meets his shoulder, biting hard. The little whimper that leaves him sends a heat straight to your core. It's stifled, and strangled sounding.

The wetness between your thighs is undeniable. Being with Naoya brings out a sadistic little streak in you; one that rarely sees the light of day. You angle your hips to make it impossible for him to sit still very long, shifting your position ever so slightly. If he does notice, he says nothing about it. Sweat beads in his hairline. Occasionally you lean down to suck more dark marks into his shoulder. Most are barely just beginning to fade. What's one more?

“I never said not to make any noise.” You say. “I want to hear you whimper.”

You give his thigh a squeeze. Your hand wraps around his leaking cock, giving it slow pumps. You don't want to neglect him too much. He squirms as he nears his release, rocking back against the strap. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes from the mix of pain and pleasure.

He mutters out a curse when you pull your hand away.

“If you want me to touch you, then beg,” you say.

“I'm not going to-” a short, undignified moan leaves him as you thrust up into him. His hands plant on your thighs to help steady himself.

Every cell of your being is begging you to fuck him over your desk. Your nails drag up the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, kneading at the soft flesh. You run a finger up the underside of his cock, over the sensitive vein that runs up the bottom. Naoya’s throat has a strange dryness to it. He runs his tongue over his glossy bottom lip. His breathing is shallow, stopping entirely when you grip his chin and pull him to face you.

You nibble at his bottom lip until he allows your tongue into his mouth. The kiss you pull him into is needy, and intense, though rather soft. If there’s one thing he admires about you, it's the fire that burns behind your eyes.

You pull away with an audible pop! A string of saliva connects your lips and his. His eyes are glossy, the expression behind them is unreadable. The warmth of your skin spreads to him in a not entirely unpleasant way. He finds himself slowly leaning into you.

“Please,” he says.

It seems he’s given in completely; his face flushed, lips swollen, eyes glossy. He loses all will to hold in his moans. He puts up no fight as you press his head into the desk. His hands grip onto the edge so tight his knuckles turn white.

“There’s my good boy,” you coo, leaning down to lick a stripe up his cheek, “see? That wasn't so hard.”

“Please,” he says, a bit louder this time.

“Please what?”

Though he can’t see your face, he can hear your grin in the way you speak. He can feel every ridge and fake vein of the strap as you fuck into him. A string of moans and pleads and apologies spills past his lips.

“Please fuck me.”

Your left hand reaches to pump his painfully hard cock. Precum weeps from the head, spilling onto your hand. There’s no hiding the way he cries out your name. The lewd noises of your hips slapping his fills the air, just barely drowned out by his moans.

It doesn't take him long to reach orgasm. His words are no longer coherent, forming high pitched whines that send a shock of need straight down your spine. You’ve been torturing him long enough you’re surprised he’s lasted this long.

Hot ropes of his cum pour into your hand. It's thin and runny, not to mention there's lots of it.

There’s no fight left in him as you pull him back into your lap. The warmth of your body is welcome, and oddly comforting to his fucked-out, shaky form. Your strong arms snake around him, pulling him into your chest.

His grip on your wrist is soft as he pulls your left hand to his mouth, his lips wrapping around your index and middle finger. A strand of saliva and cum drips from the corner of his mouth as his tongue swirls around the digits. He takes care to not drip any of it onto your clothes, though his effort is in vain.

“You’re disgusting,” you say.

And though you can't really see it, he gives a slight nod.

[enderwoah]

ORIGINS SMP HEADCANONS (because i love them): SEASON TWO EDITION BAYBEEE

(this is really long ENJOY :gun:)

tommy

he is phil's son smile

phil's most recent son at least

he's got like one more somewhere

he picked this one up off the dangerous streets a few years ago and he's been sticking with phil ever since

his wings are small- not too small to fly, but they're untrained to the point where it would take a lot or work to get him off the ground

but at first, he didn't really seem to want to learn all that much?

(he has three scars on his face- all from trying to learn how to fly when he was younger)

(he gave up after the third one)

("if at first you don't succeed; try, try again" is his motto, and he tried all three times)

but!! phil and wilbur are very persuasive :) and now that he knows he can fly, he's not going to rest until he does

he's a little manipulative to get what he wants sometimes, but can you blame someone that lived on the street for so long?

he had to do that to survive! it's not his fault.

(it's a great excuse.)

he laughs like a kookaburra amen

he squawks when he gets scared

he chirps. he tries not to because it makes phil go absolutely bird-brained but he does sometimes and he hates it.

tubbo

NOW'S YOUR CHANCE TO BE A B[GUNSHOTS]

god he is. so fucking annoying (/rp)

he simply does not know when to stop

he ignores social cues to see when someone is annoyed

(see: he can read social cues. he does read social cues. when you get annoyed that's when he starts being more annoying, because you're more likely to give him what he wants to get him to shut the fuck up.)

he loves talking to (at) people, especially people he doesn't really know that well

so he's trying to be friends with ranboo, but the absolute prick keeps trying to avoid any actual conversations, so that's not working

he buzzes when he gets excited-happy

his fingertips are completely blackened and horrendously sharp, functioning as ten individual stingers

they don't do any actual damage but he's working on that

techno

wither hybrid (??)

how can you be a wither hybrid?? nobody got down and dirty with the wither

he's an experiment

the reason we haven't seen him yet? he's staying away from the main area of the smp

he doesn't want to ruin its natural beauty with his withering effect, so he keeps to himself on the outskirts of the smp

which sucks

withers get health from killing things

he's not fully a wither, so he gets energy from being around people and sort of draining their life force a little bit

he feels terrible when he's with just one person because they are Literally his life support and it makes the person feel like shit

when he's with a big group of people its great!! he only has to take a little bit from everyone and its barely noticable!!

but then there's the wither part. so he has to stay away.

he's always tired

always exhausted

he's a farmer, so taking it from animals works, but god does he miss people

but he can only visit a few times and for very short

(he's afraid that one of these days he'll get so bad that the next time he sees someone he'll accidentally kill them)

(it already happened once. he's blessed that he's been forgiven, even made friends with by the victims, but he doubts he'll be able to pull that off again with no consequences like last time)

wilbur

phantlings are dead elytrians, and given that wilbur was phil's son...he's a phantling

he died in the late 50s and was a librarian when he was alive, so he's very possessive (ha) over all of his things

you should never ask to "borrow" anything from him, he will hound you about it until you give it back

it's best to just say that you want something from him to keep

even if youre going to give it back

just for your own peace of mind

phantlings can feel fear and get a genuine feeling of elation from scaring people

of course, sometimes its unwelcome (feeling large amounts of fear from someone they care about in a bad way just makes them pissed)

but for the most part, wilbur loves appearing in the corner of people's visions just to jumpscare them a few minutes later

all in good fun, of course!! it's just hilarious :)

being the lighthearted, fun guy he is, he's not particularly secretive about his method of death

"how did i die? well, it all started -- ended -- on november 16th, 1958!"

"i walked out of the library late, since i took the shift for my wife since she was feeling sick and i worked there anyways,"

"the streets were dark and only lit up by gaslamps...and out of an alley...appeared..........."

techno.

he didn't mean it. wilbur isn't at all mad at him (anymore)

he was starving. he didn't know that one touch would be enough to fully revitalize him...

and murder wilbur where he stood.

sneeg

has details on everyone on the server

you Cannot Hide Shit From Sneeg

its impossible

if you find of his any shittly little mouse holes then you're doomed

you find one and there are twenty more

he's under your floorboards while you're having your important discussion about trapping the nether roof

sucks to suck ig??

he seems to be the favourite of many, which is weird since he rarely goes out of his way to actually talk to many people

he's the only person that tubbo doesn't actively try to annoy (or maybe he just doesn't find tubbo's antics all that annoying)

he's the only person that ranboo stays around (or maybe he stays around ranboo- he and Phil seem to be the only ones not off-put by his slightly sadistic and whiny demeanour (not counting tubbo, who annoys him anyways)

phil seems to be more protective of him than he thinks is normal (he lets sneeg ride on his shoulder while travelling, so he doesn't really complain)

niki is completely protective over him (again, not complaining)

contrary to popular believe, he does not get high from sugar

if anything he gets

high-per

(get it)

(high-per)

(hyper)

he's literally just a nine-year old getting a sugar rush leave him alone

phil

take the normal "bird-brain" headcanons and multiply it by like sixty-four

and you've got origins phil

he can't see glass- or, rather, he can, but it doesn't register that 'hey, this is a solid surface i am going to slam into'

its very funny for everyone else but he's pretty sure he has permanent brain damage from the blunt force trauma

if there is ANYONE on the server who dares to chirp, bird or no, they must understand that they are signing away their privacy and giving phil the right to go absolutely bonkers over them momma bird style

(shoutout to tommy, wilbur, ranboo, and fundy for having to suffer through this)

"oh??? you don't have wings?? you don't have feathers?? omg?? then what's this im preening?? what do you mean im just braiding your hair?? nono this is preening smile"

god help you if you dare to have wings

poor tommy, wilbur, sneeg, and tubbo

phil can't help himself alright

do you think he wants to be any sort of protective over sneegsnag?

no!! but he cant stop himself!! sneeg might damage his wings if he keeps flying those super long distances!!! nnnno! carry the bug man!!!

it's weird, he's always had that protective sense over ranboo, too

but ranboo very obviously doesn't have wings, so he doesn't get it...

ranboo

yes ur a peasant

yes ur poor

yes im cooler than u

what r u gonna do about it

the enderdragon's son! partially a dragon, partially enderman, partially human (don't ask, his other mom is a hybrid), all spoiled brat!

given that he has a ton of dragon genes, he's extremely possessive over his stuff and Yes He Does Do The Hoarding Thing

he has a pile of rings and gold chains and necklaces and most of his jewellery hidden underneath his bed

(if you ask him, no, he doesn't)

not to wear

just to Have

one time, fundy stole one (1) bracelet from the hoard and ranboo was sent into a panic for a good 24 hours

he wouldn't leave his cave and kept counting and recounting as if that'd make the missing piece reappear

(when fundy had to give it back because of the guilt, he expected to get his face bitten off)

(instead, he just watched as the prince was flooded with relief, telling him to get the hell out and nothing more)

it's weird, he has so much gold and even a crown, and yet here he is

living with all those people ^^^

truth be told, the enderdragon isn't a very nice dragon

nor is she a very kind queen

nor was the other queen

nor was her son

there was a mutiny in the end, leading to the dragon queen and her wife being killed brutally by the crowd of angered people

they went after their son next, who had ordered executions and worked servants to the bone just as much as they had

they cut off his wings in the middle of the square

he was sure he was going to die until a random person (a peasant) jumped up and yelled at them for publicly torturing a child

but ranboo didn't really catch all of it, given he was delirious from pain

he got to get some stuff quickly and escape with his life

this wasn't too long ago, either, so he's still trying to...adjust...to people talking rudely to him

(he's also trying to adjust to not having wings)

(hence why he hurls himself off the edges of cliffs and then has to teleport to the bottom instead of glide. he keeps forgetting.)

[cayofdreams]

Establishing the Monocracy

~(Brat!Reader x Bakugou)~

Words: 3.4k

Rating: 🌊 18+, Smut

Warnings/Tags: cunnilingus, teasing, slight degradation

Notes: I was writing this req and just got inspired cuz Bakugou. Ended up being somewhat a preface to my Down with the Monocracy (which ofc is not a req reading to enjoy this)

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“Ohhh~! Yeah baby, right there!! So good!!”

The obnoxious moaning of the actress through your phone’s speakers made Bakugou quickly turn around from his desk to glare bullets into you. You were sitting on his bed, looking nonchalantly at the events transpiring on the screen. 

The two of you were supposed to go out later to hangout with friends so you stopped by his place to kill time. Two hours of time. A normal occurrence for you considering you liked to annoy your friend-and-rival whenever you could, and admittedly his surprisingly cozy room was comfortable to just laze around in.  Usually you’d read manga while he did whatever but Mina had sent you a rather vulgar clip with the caption ‘how i hope my night ends 😝😝!!’.

“Oi! What the fuck are you looking at in my room?! Turn that shit off!” More than the fact that you were boldly watching porn in his vicinity, he was more perplexed at how you were still playing the video after he called you out. “Why the fuck are you watching that?!”

“I just don’t get it.” Scratching your head, you continued to look quizzingly at the actress’ performance. “I mean, people actually find this stuff arousing?”

“Are you just gonna ignore my question?!”

“Oh my goodness, calm down. Mina sent me a video. She’s acting like its the hottest thing ever but it isn’t entertaining at all.” You rolled your eyes before concentrating once more on your phone’s screen. 

Finding it useless to ask if it was normal for friends to send porn to each other he instead questioned just what you were looking at to elicit such a response from you.  

“What? You used to some kind of extravagant sex or some shit?”

“No. Rather what’s happening here is extravagant. Literally no one does this in real life. It’s so unrealistic.”

A million questions ran through Bakugou’s head at this moment. Why were you watching porn in his room? What the fuck kind of porn is so bizarre that a deviant like you is confused? And Jesus were to trying to start something right now? Was he literally in a shitty porn introduction and didn’t know it? 

“Fuck~!! Hyahhh!! I’m gonna cummm~~!!!”

The sounds of the video continued to penetrate through Bakugou’s room. Mentally he was annoyed at the fact that he just wanted to get ahead on some paperwork before going out and your idiocy was preventing that, but physically the boner that was rising in his pants was only more and more intrigued. The woman he’d been undressing with his eyes for longest of times was now in his room, laying on his bed, watching porn.

“I mean seriously, only an idiot could think guys do this.”

“What the hell crazy shit are you looking at??”

“That thing that’s in like every porn. Where the guy is like licking her down there. Cunnilingus, if you will.”

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you. “You mean eating pussy?”

“Oh my god…you’re so vulgar.” Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, back faced towards Bakugou.

“You’re the fucking one in my room watching-“ As he glanced at your figure, he wondered just what the fuck you were getting at. Were you weirdly trying to seduce him? By playing porn and then pretending as if you were inexperienced in oral sex just for his sexual interest in you to pique? Were you trying to sexually outsmart him? Bakugou chuckled as he got up and walked towards you. “You think you’re so fucking sneaky, huh?”

You felt the increasing weight on the bed as Bakugou pressed his knee into the mattress to close his torso in on you. “What?” Quirking your eyebrow and turning towards him, you pondered his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know what you’re doing.” Bakugou gripped his fingers around the collar of your shirt, forcing you to directly face him. “Since you pissed me off, I’m not doing shit with you even if you asked nicely.” He let go of you to walk back toward his desk, slumping himself in the chair. “Pretending like guys aren’t lining up to worship your pussy with their tongue just to get me to pity you. Pathetic.”

You paused as you analyzed his mood. Clearly he was upset at you, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. “I agree that I should be worshipped but I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and shot a glare at you. “There’s no fucking way you’re gonna sit here and tell me some loser hasn’t been down on you. Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“Mmm…yeah.”

“And you fucked, yeah?”

“We had sexual relations, yes.”

“And he never went down on you?”

“No. He said it wasn’t necessary.”

“W-What?”

“Well, he said since I’m quote-on-quote, horny all the time, it wasn’t necessary.”

Bakugou knew you were a trickster of sorts, but the way you just nonchalantly talked about your bitch of a boyfriend like it was normal told him you weren’t lying. Did someone like you, the prissiest, most self-absorbed chick in the universe really date someone who wouldn’t go down on you. Fuck, did you miss out.

Or rather, the bastard missed out.

Some snobbish prick didn’t hop on the chance to make you squirm under them? The one chance they’d probably have in asserting their rightful dominance over you, and they were too fucking stupid to not take it? It’d be a lie to say that when Bakugou saw those soft plushy thighs of yours peeking out from under your tight skirts he didn’t fantasize about the dripping mess he could create underneath.

Hell, you practically put your pussy on display whenever you wore those so-called ‘athletic’ shorts that helped you move faster as you’d claim. Bullshit. As if you weren’t tempting every loser in your vicinity with those faint imprints of your pussy lips through those shorts. Fuck, if he had known the whole time you were dating that piece of shit that he wasn’t going down on you, he would’ve fucking shown you what you were missing out on.

Well he wasn’t going to make the same shitty mistake as your boyfriend.

With a small curl of his lips, he cocked an eyebrow towards you. “You wanna find out what you missed out on?”

“Huh?”

“What your shitty ex was too stupid to not do, you want me to do it?”

After taking a moment to process Bakugou’s advances, you erupted into laughter. “No way!”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Here he was, practically stripping his ego away for you, and you were just going to laugh in his face? Refusing his incredibly generous offer? Nevermind the sadistic value he’d receive from having you completely fall apart under him, it was still you who’d reap most the benefits. 

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stifle your snickers. “Okay, and I suppose you’re going to make me scream obnoxiously like the girl in that video, are you?” You face turned from amused to stern. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already had sex and its nothing like what’s portrayed in that silly pornography. I’m sure it’s the same for- what do you call it? ‘Going down’? So, don’t even waste my time, Bakugou.”

Bakugou chuckled at your ignorance. Not only had you not had the pleasure of your pussy being smothered by some bastard’s tongue, but he wasn’t even fucking you properly? You poor thing. Honestly, he was a little offended you were only just now relaying this information onto him.

While you were trying to go back to whatever random things you were doing on your phone before Mina interrupted you, Bakugou strode back over to his bed, this time climbing on top of it, maneuvering your thighs so that he’d be seated between them.

“Oh no, did I awaken the challenger part of you? I’ve said what I said now get off.” You tried to kick you foot at him but he caught your ankle in his grip.

“Going against your weak excuse of a boyfriend is hardly a challenge, princess.”

“Oh ho-ho, so getting me to actually feel pleasure from what-ever you’re about to do is the challenge?”

“That’s not a challenge either.”

Sucking your teeth, you hastily took off your skirt and spread your thighs for him. “Fine. You have one chance, Ba-KA-gou.”

“Tch. Just do me favor and-“ Bakugou placed your hands around your knees and further spread your thighs apart. “keep ‘em fuckin’ spread.”

Rolling your eyes, you silently complied. You weren’t shy in the least about your body but the way Bakugou was intently zeroing in on the clothed folds of your pussy made your breath a bit shaky. 

Just when you were about to say something about his odd silence you felt the soft peck of his lips on your thigh. That peck was slowly followed by another, this time slightly closer to your center. As you tried to ease your breathing each peck made you more wet than the previous. By the time Bakugou was at the lining of your panties, you were practically pooling through the fabric. Smirking at your trembling he looked up at you.

“Shy?”

“N-No! You’re just incredibly slow. I bet you’re just h-hesitating because you don’t know how to- Owwch!” Bakugou had sunk his teeth into the softness of your thighs. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you kick your heel into his back in retaliation. “What was that for?! You brute!”

“You’re getting on me about going slow but you’ve been the one wasting everyone’s time, Y/N.” He stroked the tip of his index finger along the slit of your panties, making more of your juices spill through the fabric. “Dating some shitty asshole when you could’ve been wetting this glorious cock the whole time.” He circled his finger around the clothed hood of your clit, reveling in the broken whimpers you couldn’t help but let out. “So now I’m gonna take allll the fucking time I want. So just lay there and try to make this a challenge for me.”

Bakugou then wrapped his lips around your pussy, soaking his saliva through your panties. He wasn’t even directly touching you but the rampant motions of his hot tongue through the now drenched cloth made your hips squirm underneath him. He went back and forth from licking to sucking you over your panties, pausing when you quivered too much or moaned too loud. He didn’t want to accidentally make you cum before his main act.

Unconsciously, you had let go of your knees to glide your fingers through his spikey locks, slightly pulling him forward as if he’d be able to ghost his tongue through your panties. He looked back up at you, pleased with your erotically joyous face.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands there? You’re distracting me.”

Letting out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a whine, you re-placed your hands around your knees.

“So surprisingly obedient.” Bakugou slipped his finger around the crotch of your panties, gliding his knuckle around your swelled clit. “Probably because you’re just desperate to have your pussy played with. What a slut.” He increased the pressure of his knuckle around your clit and the feeling of it made you lean your head back against Bakugou’s pillows. “How about you tell me what you want, princess?”

Regulating your breathing enough to form a sentence you rose your head again to meet his vermillion eyes. “G-Go down on me. Prick.”

“Go? Huh? Where? In a car? Fucking clarify.”

You clicked your tongue and turned your head, annoyed at his feigning. Seeing as how you’d require a little encouragement, Bakugou pressed a kiss against clothed pussy, rubbing the tip of his nose where your clit would lie directly underneath. “C’mon. You’re college educated, right? Use your fucking vocabulary.”

You slowly turned your head towards him, the twitching agitation of your eyebrows only fueling him more. “Will you perform cunnil-“

“Finish that sentence and I’m leaving.”

Not wanting to test him on that threat, you reluctantly parted your lips. “…Eat my…” Bakugou licked stripe along your completely soaked panties, stopping to wiggle the tip his tongue against where your clit would be. “Mmnnn~…my pussy...”

“What? Can you fucking speak up? You can present shit in front of a whole audience but now you’re being as quiet as a damn mouse.”

“F-fuck…Bakugou. Damn you.” Your eyes became watery at the mix of humiliation and pressing desire to be touched directly. Were you really going to soil your ego for this bag of cockiness? Surely it wasn’t worth it. Is what your mind would probably say. But right now, your pussy wore the crown. And the queen was craving attention. “I want you to- to e-eat my pussy.”

Bakugou placed another bite on your inner thigh making your body jolt. “Can’t even add a damn ‘please’ to that? I’m sure your type was taught manners.”

“Pleeaassee~ Fuck! Please eat my pussy, Bakugou!”

A small burst of laughter left him as he slapped your thigh. “Well take ‘em off, princess.”

Begrudgingly taking off your panties, a shiny string of your wetness that connected you with the fabric broke as you threw them on the floor. Reassuming the previous positioning of your thighs, your now bare pussy was left open and vulnerable to your rival.

He leaned down to hover over your pussy, his nose trickling against the hood of your clit. You were already so wet for him. Your pussy was just glistening with juices that begged for tending to. Steadying his position between your thighs he glanced at you one more time. “You better not move.” He then licked a stripe up your folds, stimulating your clit in the process.

“Hyaah~!” The feeling was too much for your somewhat-inexperienced pussy and caused you to involuntarily push Bakugou back with your feet. The annoyance of being stopped was promptly displaced with satisfaction as he peered at your pitiful form.

“What did I just fuckin’ say? Open your legs again.” His voice that was rasp with frustration didn’t match his look of sadistic gratification. You were giving him just the reaction he wanted. Did you really think your meek little pussy was any match for him? He had barely touched you and this is how you’re acting? And the fact you were still hesitating on presenting that little pussy to him again only drove him more eager to ravish you. 

“Dammit, Y/N. Do I have to do every fucking thing?” Bakugou pulled you up by the waist so that you were in a piledriver-like position, with your back arched and ass raised in the air, and of course your pussy now directly presented up towards him. The crook of your neck was nothing compared to his tight grip around your hips, the squish of your flesh plunging from between his fingers. You couldn’t even use your legs to fight against him as his grip was too secure. “All I’m doing for you, and you can’t even follow simple fucking directions.

“’C-Cuz it felt too-Hmmnngh~!” You were cut off by the ravaging of Bakugou’s tongue over your pussy folds. He went back and forth from slurping up your juices to flicking his tongue over and over on your clit. If you weren’t already embarrassed by the position you were in, the absolute filthy sounds Bakugou was making with his mouth were achieving that. “Hnnggh~Baku…Bakugou!” You tried flailing your legs around in the air but Bakugou quickly grasped them in his hands. 

He ran his nails down the silky surface of your thighs, making for a sweetly masochistic pleasure mixed with his obscene lapping at your pussy. Continuing his gorging on your sweet pussy, he could feel you shaking from below him. He looked down below at your face, chucking into your pussy at how wretchedly delirious you looked.

“Gonna cum?” You vehemently shook your head no despite the swelling you felt within your pelvis. He slithered his hands down to glide them up your shirt, lifting up your bra above your soft breasts. “Well I’m not fucking stopping until you do. So give me something to play with until then.”

Bakugou roughly kneaded at your breasts between his fingers, squeezing them to hear your pitchy whines at the pain. The mix of his saliva and your slippery essence drooled from your pussy to pool at your tummy and breasts. He gathered a bit of the mixture and slicked his fingers in circles on your nipples. The erotic feeling of it sent a surge of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ahahnn~ Bakugou…I-I’m gonna cumm~”

He locked eyes with you, continuing to slick his tongue around your clit. “From what?” Boosting your urgency to reply, he pinched a little harder at your nipples. “Tell me what you’re gonna cum from, princess.”

“F-From you eating my pussy~! From Katsuki eating my pussy~!!” The sounds of hearing you use his name for the first time made him pink in the cheeks and twitch in his boxers. Bakugou came up from between your hips, enticed to make you say more lewd things. You were rarely one to speak vulgarly so he’d make the best of your blissed-out state.

“Ahaha-! You sound like those silly pornos!” Not thinking your face could feel even more hot, you felt your cheeks rise with even more heat at his teasing. Bakugou took one of the hands from your breasts and palmed it against your slippery folds. “You still think every guy is like your stupid fucking ex, Y/N?” He ran his palm back and forth against your slit to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Noo~! Katsuki is so m-much better! Katsuki is sooo much better than my stupid ex~!”

He chuckled at your admittance, but of course, he couldn’t leave it there. “I’m kinda the fuckin’ best, aren’t I?”

“Hmmnn~! Yesss! ~the best! K-Katsuki is the bessst~!”

“You wanna cum on my tongue?”

“Please! Please let me-! Please let me cum on your tongue, Katsuki~!”

“You better fuckin’ listen to me and stay still, then. And don’t look away from me.”

Bakugou threw you back on the bed before lying on his stomach to place himself once more at your quivering pussy. Making sure your eyes were locked with his, he enveloped your folds within his mouth, sucking directly on your clit. He not only feasted on your pussy, but on the entranced look in your eyes. Your e/c eyes that looked at him like he was the only one that could gratify your carnal desires.

And from now on, he’d be sure he was the only one.

You gripped your fingers at the bed sheets beneath you as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The intensity of Bakugou’s tongue coupled with his eye contact was sending you over the edge more fiercely than any pathetic ex or cheap sex toy ever could. “Ohhhmygodd~ Fuckkk-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m-“

Forced to break eye contact with the unconscious jerk of your head back on the pillows, your pussy convulsed violently around Bakugou’s tongue. “Katsukiii~!” If you had to say, this was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced. All at the hands- or tongue rather- of Bakugou Katsuki. Your ego would surely be disappointed in you choosing your pussy over it.

Bakugou slowly licked his tongue up and down your folds as you came down from your high. The corners of his lips lifted into a devious smile at your disheveled appearance. When your body finally stopped trembling, he completely separated his mouth from you and slid his body on top of yours to be face-to-face with you.

Silently, without care of you still gasping for air, he pressed his lips against yours, eventually intensifying the kiss with the slip of his tongue between your lips. Happily obliging, you glided your tongue against his as your fingers slithered up to once again fumble with his locks of hair. The taste of you on his tongue almost seemed sensual as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sliding his hand up to gently grip at your jaw, he separated his lips from yours, licking away the chain of saliva that still connected the two of you. As he sat upright to take his shirt off, he looked down at you, embellished with yearning to relieve his own build-up.

“Should I prove you wrong on fucking too before we hang out with those losers?”

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[retrogalwrites]

Shigaraki x cow girl!reader

Title: “Dark side of the MilkyWay” / see on ao3

summary: You are a hero with a cow quirk, and Shigaraki captures you for himself.

Warnings: noncon, dubcon, kidnapping, dehumanization, humiliation, Incel behavior, Shigaraki being a crusty bastard

Other contents: Lactation, breastfeeding, milking, tiddies, mating press, breeding

words: 1518

The shackles around your wrists that kept your arms above your head were the first thing you noticed after waking up, then the pounding ache all through your body. Your body...the realization that you were naked shook you off that drowsy state into full alert, breasts and pussy completely exposed the the cold air. Panic arose to your heart, fear and despair, all of those ugly emotions which you tried to control at the best of your ability, like you had done so many times before in the face of danger and the unknown. You had to get yourself together if you hoped to escape such a dire situation.

As a sense of calm started to set in, you noticed other things, like the soft bed you were bound to, the darkness of the room that seemed to be practically empty. It took hours before you heard the door click open, and while you were expecting a villain to greet you, you certainly did not expect to see the head of the infamous Leage of Villains.

Shigaraki Tomura himself was grinning down at you as he hurriedly walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

"Seems like everyone's favorite cow is finally up." He sneered, delighted eyes leering at your bare, heaving breasts and pussy so shamelessly that you were pulling your arms as hard as you could in a useless attempt to break off your shackles. Shigaraki only laughed, one of his hands reaching for your head, roughly grabbing one of your horns and forcing your head down, you made a little mooing sound out of pain.

"Holy shit, you really are basically powerless." Shigaraki cackled, his voice ragged and hoarse. Letting go of your horn, he circled the bed taking in the sight of your naked body, a bulge straining his pants already. "That's right, you are nothing but a cow with massive, lewd tits. Who the hell gave you the genius idea of becoming a hero, huh?"

The pained, fearful expression on your face did not match the bravery in your voice. "That's not true, I help people, that's what matters!" You pulled your arms again, the shackles still held you down without sign of giving out. Shigaraki laughed again, a horrible sound that sent shivers down your spine, tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you did your best not to let those tears fall.

"That's real funny, honestly. You should be aware that you're only popular because people love cute animal girls with big tits like you. Admit that you're just a joke, you dumb bitch."

His words stung, pierced your heart until it bled, yet you refused to believe him, refused to let him break you down.

"That's not true, I—"

"I'm the same as them though, as soon as I saw you on the news running around in a tight outfit like some fanservice bait, I knew what I wanted to do with you." He completely ignored you, continuing his cruel speech, his face twisted in a expression of pure sadistic lust.

"Make you mine."

Shigaraki was quickly then getting on the bed. You squirmed and raised your leg to try kicking him off, but he caught you by the ankle. Squeezing down the frail joint, he held you with four fingers, fifth digit almost gracing your skin mockingly. You froze, terrified that he was going to turn you into dust, realizing how powerless you indeed were in that moment.

"If I were you, I'd behave like a good girl, and maybe you'll get out of this alive." Dangling hope above your head like that was so cruel. "I know your fat tits are probably way bigger than your brain, but I'm sure even you can understand what I'm saying."

True to that statement, in that instant you almost understood that there was no salvation, and it felt like enlightenment. Your little ears flopped down, broken hearted, a small moo resonated from your throat.

Shigaraki let go of your ankle and, sensing no more resistance from you, the villain was crawling on top of you and crushing you under his weight. The first thing he did then, was to bury his face in between your ample cleavage. You heard him groan against your chest, the tip of his clothed cock rutting against your naked pussy. Shigaraki's hands gropped the soft flesh to squeeze your breasts against the sides of his face, making them jiggle and bounce. You whimpered at the painful stimulation on your sensitive breasts, squirming as your tail swayed around to signal your distress.

Looking up, he growled against your skin. "These slutty tits are so lewd, you should've tried your luck in adult videos instead of playing hero, dumb cow." His breath tickled your skin, it was scorching hot.

"I've always wondered if you got any milk in these jugs." He squeezed your breasts again, a lot harder, that you bit your lip trying not to cry out loud. Your attempt only seemed to amuse the villain.

"Guess I have to find out."

And before you could process the implications, his mouth was already latched to one of your nipples. His lips engulfed the hard nub as he sucked hard, cheeks hollowing like a vacuum around your nipple. You screamed, the stimulation too strong to hold it in anymore, but he wasn't satisfied at all yet. Shigaraki kept sucking, hand massing and squeezing your breasts until you were a whimpering mess and the sweet taste of milk was finally on his tongue.

"Moohhh~!!"

The moans echoed in the room as milk from your tits squirted into Shigaraki's greedy mouth, and he suckled hungrily, drinking up the liquid. You had milked yourself before out of need, when your breasts became too swollen as a side effect of your quirk, but this was the first time someone else had squeezed the milk out of you. It was like your entire body was on fire. A feverish pitch that was making your head spin, the heat soon pooling at your stomach, thighs rubbing together, the wetness that had started leaking out of your hole before you even realized.

When Shigaraki pulled away from your abused nipple, his spit and your milk mixed together as they dribbled down your skin. You felt filthy, but the lewd sight made Shigaraki more excited than ever.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore." He hissed through his teeth, pulling back to free his aching erection from the tightness of his pants. You couldn't help gawking at the sight of him, thick cock swollen and impossibly hard, supple head almost purple with a bead of white precum smeared on the tip.

"Wait, please..." You shook your head, begging with your eyes and words for a shred of compassion. Of course, you found none. "Please..."

"That's right, keep begging."

Grabbing the back of your knees, Shigaraki pushed your legs against your chest, breasts spilling between them. He positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance before burying his length all the way to the hilt into your pussy.

You screamed, and mooed, the feeling of being so full was something beyond simply good or bad, it was absolutely maddening, like your pussy had been always meant for that purpose.

Your velvety walls sucked him in, squeezed around him as you adjusted to the size and Shigaraki was cussing, barely remembering to hold your legs with only four fingers as he started thrusting in and out you. "Fuck, so tight...shit..." That small crack in his power, and it almost felt like the smallest of victories in a war you had already lost.

Because the better he felt inside you, the harder he thrusted, until the tip of his cock was hitting the entrance of your cervix, making your toes curl and a certain pressure to knot on your stomach, a build up that was threatening to break your mind.

"I'm gonna give you a nice creampie," He laughed, looking down at you with those red, evil eyes. "I'll breed you like the cow you are, so don't waste a single drop!"

You mooed, feeling yourself overwhelmed by your own orgasm that his words barely registered in your brain. More milk squirted from your tits as your pussy clenched down on Shigaraki's cock, choking his dick in a grip so tight like it wanted his seed just as bad.

"Fuck!!"

He was cumming hard into your pussy, cock throbbing as sticky semen poured into your womb in copious amounts, filling you up with his seed until you were completely stuffed with cum.

A sudden beam of light hit you in the face, the door of the room had been open and the smell of smoke and fire filled your nostrils. You were barely conscious to see properly who it was, only caught the glimpse of black hair.

"Don't you know how to knock?"

"Oops, my bad." You heard his voice, dark and hoarse. "I just felt a weird, sudden craving for milk."

"Right, of course you did."

You could almost hear the smirks on their faces.