#shitplace

[oriisan]

[lifeandwhatnow1996]

Just returned

I finally got to taste the life in hell as one of my batch mates describes .

As expected I didn't like the life out there, who does even like the life out there, and asked my self why are there people who survives from this kind of situation.

Came from a place where every time you meet some one you will greet then ask if He wants some coffee. A place where every evening hits, your level of anxiety also hits. A place where everyone feels like a king and that he has a pawn by his side always.

Got to experience a lesson that they thought necessary for one but to me, they are not, you could still perform your job effectively without those experiences. It is not how rich the person is to experiences but it all depends to that kind of person as to how he will face the adversaries in life.

[bat-the-misfit]

every time i see someone asking a person's mbti type or the types of their ocs i get a mini heart attack bc they'll definitely go to that cursed website aaaaaaaaaaaaa

the best thing you can do is aska typologist to evaluate the person/character. that's the only way to have you question answered

[sambuchito]

not usa as the next host country can we not be free of that wretched shitplace once and for all

[aduah]

Me 5 days ago: time to create a KND blog just for KND related stuff!

Me today: THIS IS MY NEW MAIN I GUESS

lol saw ur post abt the limp wristed stuff. "limp wristed" and "fruitful" mean "🏳‍🌈" they r slang terms for 🏳‍🌈

DEYAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[filthy-baee]

My favorite drug | Drugdealer!Eddie Munson x Cheerleader!Reader

Summary: I just came here to the party for the drug(s)(dealer). Losely based on the song Drugs by UPSAHL.

Warnings: drugs, chocky!Eddie, smut, piv sex without protection (don´t do that shit or you will get pregnant...and die), subby!reader, kinda dom!eddie, choking, I surely forget something. Also this isn't proof read.

A/N: Damn, I don´t even remember when I last wrote a whole fanfiction. My other tumblr is pretty "big" with over 2000 followers, but I am kinda out of this fandom I wrote about, so I moved here with my writing. I hope you like it. Also english isn´t my first language so there will be some spelling and grammar errors - I am sorry!

You hated these parties. They were stupid and boring, just like the people who hosted them. The drugs were the only reason you even got here in the first place. To be honest, it was more the drugdealer that had your attention. You were both from totally different groups but every time you saw him your heart skipped a beat. You tried to talk with him as often as you could, even if he seemed surprised you did. Your friends always looked strange when you talked with him or were nice to him.

You couldn't explain it, but you had a massive crush on him actually. You were not sure if he will even come to this party but you hope he does. He has the best weed in town and most people in your age group take drugs, even if they would never admit it. So most of the time he is a welcome face at these kind of house parties.

„So you know, when school is over I will leave this shitplace and move states.“ You looked at the guy who talked with you, a small smile on your lips so you seemed interested. You nodded and took a sip from the beer in your hand. „Interesting.“ you lied and watched the people come and go through the door. The boy knew that you waited for someone, as he saw your eyes nearly glued to the front door, hoping to see the one you waited for. He came closer and said „Yeah well, I need to go now. Can I get a hug from you?“. You just shrugged your shoulders and gave him a quick hug. He smelled like awfully cheap cologne, beer and citrus. You hated the smell of citrus and your stomach turned at the smell. You padded his back and he removed his arms from you, getting the hint that the hug was over.

He waved at you, as he went through the door of the living room and disappeared from your sight. You waved back and took another sip from your beer. It was warm and tasted like shit actually. You don't even know why you drank that beer. You hated the taste of it, even if it would be cold. Also the feeling in your body from alcohol was just strange, you were more of a stoner. You walked around the house, you can't even remember who hosted this party. That's the good thing about being a cheerleader. You can you to any party and you are always welcome. You were on the search of a bathroom to calm down a little. Your body felt tense from the beer. As you walked around the house without any direction, you heard a familiar laugh. As you turned around you saw the reason you came here.

Eddie. Damn how can he look so fine? His leather jacket hugged his body perfectly and you let out the breath you didn't even know you were holding in. He makes you just so nervous. You fumbled with your fingers as you moved closer to him. He was talking with another cheerleader, but you didn't really know her that well. You just knew her name was Rebecca. She smiled at him as he gave her a small bag of weed. She gave him the money for the stuff and went away as fast as she could. You knew most people only talk with him, so they can get weed or other drugs. You hated these people. You wish they could see Eddie the way you see him.

“Hey Eddie.” You came closer to him and looked in his dark eyes. He smiled as he saw you. “Hey princess. What are you doing here? I thought you didn't like parties much?” Damn, he knew you. “Well I-” you started to speak as he watched you intensely. Your face grew redder every second, you could feel the blood rush in your cheeks. “Everything ok? You look a little red. Do you need some fresh air?” he asked and holds a hand to my forehead. “Damn. You are hot. I mean- your head is hot.” he stumbled around but was still smiling at you. He took your hand in his and pushed you through the front door. No one was around and you two were alone for the first time ever.

He still held your hand and Eddie lightly squeezed your hand. Your thighs rubbed involuntary together and you felt the familiar knot forming in your core. You felt so small compared to him. His broad shoulders and his dark features made your pussy clench around nothing. Eddie looked down at you and watched you intensely. “W-What?” you stammered and met his strong gaze. He smirks and rubs this thumb over your hand. “You are so cute. Do I make you flustered, Y/N? Now that we are alone?” You tried to appear calmer but you were so nervous. When he said such things it made you even wetter. You just nodded and bit your lower lip. He smirked, more to himself as to you. “Aw, the cute little cheerleader and the satanic freak, all alone in the dark. What if someone saw us like that? Me holding your cute little hand in mine, so close to each other?” Eddie stated and you gulped. He came even closer, your chests nearly touched. You squeezed his hand back and touched his broad chest with your other one. As he didn't pull away you came even closer. He pushed his leg between your thighs, nearly touching your wet core. He could feel the heat from between your legs.

Before you could say anything he tilted your head up by pushing your chin up to meet his gaze. A small whimper escaped your throat at his casual dominance.

"Can I kiss you?" Eddie asked and before you answered him you crushed your lips to his. Your hand disappeared in his dark locks and his hands pulled you closer by your waist. His rings were cold against your skin and you moaned in his mouth. He dipped his tongue in your mouth and fought with yours for dominance. But he won easily. You didn't wanna make it so easy for him but you were putty in his hands. He bit your tongue and you let out a long moan as the pain hit you. "Damn you like it hard, huh? I knew it. Thought about biting you every damn time I saw you in your tiny cheerleader skirt. Marking your thighs up with my bitemarks." he whispered as his hands roamed over your body, holding your breasts lightly. He felt your nipples harden under his touch.

He nibbled at your throat biting down hard. You gasped at this feeling, fisting his hair to keep you steady.

"You wanna go to my place, princess?" Eddie asked as he touched your nipples through your shirt. "Yes please!" you mumbled. He grinned and picked you up by your waist. You felt his hard dick against your core and you nearly fainted. This is the best outcome for tonight you could have ever imagined.

The drive to his trailer was silent as you squirmed around in your seat as his hand trailed up and down your thighs. You tried to push your legs together, your cunt dripping down on the seat as his fingers found your wet folds. His grip tightened around the steering wheel, knuckels turning white.

You finally arrived at his trailer. He unbuckled your seatbelt and his and was on you in seconds. "Get in the back. Now!" he growled lowly and his gaze turned darker.

"Yes, Eddie!" you wimpered and got in the back of the van as fast as you could. You nearly hitted your head on the van if Eddie didn't helped you and held his hand over your head.

As your legs met the soft blanket on the floor you thought that maybe he had this thing planned for tonight. As if he could read your mind he grinned and said: "I hoped you would be around today. So I had some things prepared."

He was hovering over you in seconds. His mouth found yours and he held your wrists over your head. You were at his mercy and you loved every second of it. Your juices were running down to your legs, your panties sticking to your folds. Eddie kissed down your throat and bit down again, leaving a dark mark on your neck. You mewled and squirmed beneath him. His other hand wandered to your perky boobs. Eddie pushed it up so your bra was on free display. You thanked the gods that you wore a black lace bra tonight with a matching panty.

"Damn, look at this princess. And I thought I was prepared. For who do you wear this nice bra, huh? Tell me." he mumbled between kissing your skin down to your breasts. He released your wrists and his hands came down to your boobs, massaging your hard nipples through your thin bra. "Only for you, Eddie. I hoped you would be there at this party." you whined, legs closing around Eddies waist. His rough jeans tickled your soft thighs and you could feel his hard one at your core. You squirmed around, wanting to feel as much friction as possible.

Your hands found their way to Eddies Jeans, fumbling with his belt as you tried to open it. You were nervous, as it was a long time ago that you had some bedroom action. He took your hand in his, kissing your nuckles. This small gesture calmed your nerves as you relaxed into his touch. "We don't need to do this, if you are not ready, princess. I can wait." he whispered and looked you deep in your eyes.

"No please! I waited so long. Please Eddie!" Tears flow down your eyes, ruining your mascara. Eddie smears your eyeliner even further down your cheeks, kissing softly on the salty skin. "You don't know what you do to me,Y/N. Crying and begging for me. You are perfect." he mumbled against your skin, moving his hands down to your waist. He hasticly removes your soaked panties and shoves them into his backpocket. "They are mine now." he said before going down to your pussy. He licked a fat stripe from your aching hole to your clit. You gasped, fingers clenching around Eddies locks as you pulled him closer.

He ate your pussy like it is his favorite meal. He adored how you sounded, your sweet little moans and sobs driving him on even more. His finger dipped into your wet hole, squeezing him as he pushed a second one into you. You cried out, his fingers reaching your sweet spot perfectly. "Jesus H. Christ. You sound so hot, princess." he moaned against your core between his licks. You nearly hit your orgasm as he stopped licking your clit, your pussy cleanching around his fingers. He bit down on your thigh, buried deep inside your hole. He didn't stop fingering you, knuckles deep inside you at a fast pace. Just as he bit down again on your other thigh you came. You tried to shut your legs, but Eddie kept them open for you. His whole weight was on both of your legs. You were shaking beneath him, trying to calm down, as he rode you through your orgasm. He came to a still as he slowly removed his fingers, kissing the hickeys he left on your legs.

"Th-Thank you, Eddie." you whispered out of breath. You never came this fast before.

"Aww, she has some really good manners. Even thanks me. You are so cute." he said and kissed your lips. You tasted your own juices mixed with his staliva. You moaned into his mouth as you tried to open his belt again. "Atta, princess. This is all about you." he grinned and kissed your hand. "Eddie- Please, I wanna feel you inside me." you sobbed, cheeks black from all your mascara tears that streamed down your face.

He loved seeing you begging and crying. His hard cock hurt and Eddie wanted nothing more than to bury his dick into your tight cunt.

He pushed his jeans and boxers down to his legs and pulled you closer to him. Your skirt rose up to your waist exposing your dripping cunt. Eddie opened your legs further. "Are you sure you want this? I can't hold back when I am inside you, Y/N." he said seriously. "Yes! Please Eddie fuck me raw please!" you nearly screamed, pathetically waiting for his cock inside you.

He pushed slowly into your hole. You cry out, your eyes rolling into your head. "Fuck! Princess, you are so tight! And you let me in raw. Dirty little girl." he mumbled against your skin, burying his face in your neck. He bit down on your throat, a small gasp escaped your lungs. Eddie picked up his pace, balls deep inside your wet pussy. He threw your legs over his shoulders, hitting your sweet spot at a devilish pace. Your fingernails digged into his forearms, leaving small marks all over his leather jacket. It turned you even more on, that he didn't bother to remove his clothes.

Your orgasm builed up again. Your legs started shaking as Eddies fingers found your puffy clit and started to draw small circles, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Eddie-!" you cried, tears falling onto your cheeks as your second orgasm hit you. Your pussy cleanched around Eddies cock and with a few more strokes he came as well. He helped you ride out your orgasm, slowly lowering your shaky legs down to his side. He gave your lips a small kiss, removing his dick from your aching cunt.

He plopped down next to you and pulled you to his side. You cuddled with him, burying your face in his neck. Eddie pulled you closer and you threw your leg over his waist, trying to get as much body contact as you could. "Y/N, are you ok? Sorry if I bit you too hard or hurt you in any other way..." Eddie said, playing with the strands of your hair. "Eddie. This was the best sex I ever had. Please, don't apologize." you said, kissing his lips deeply. He was surprised that you still stayed. Most people just come and go to him for a fast quickie. But you stayed.

"Eddie- I...I really like you." you said proping yourself up on your elbows, so you could see his facial expressions. He pulled you closer by your throat lightly squeezing it as he pecked your lips. "Go on a date with me." Eddie whispered between kisses. Your core grew wetter with the sound of his voice and his rough hand lightly squeezing your throat. You nodded happily laying down on his chest again.

[soupedepates]

Emerens belongs to @hel-phoenyx and Eudoxe, Otto and Moses to @immaonaquest

TW mention of alcoholism and hints of child neglect

"Finally, you answer!" I shout while sitting on the asphalt in from of the bar. "Look, I need a ride to the airport like, ASAP."

"What the fuck did you do again", he whispers. "Where are you?"

"The crappy bar we used to go. The one with mad cheap booze and likely only populated with gangsters. Can you pick us up?"

"What do you mean by 'us'?"

"Me and the kids."

"What kids, yours? Since when do you have more than one kid?"

"Last time I checked, eleven years so far?"

" And you brought your eleven-year-old kids to this bar? No I don't wanna hear another word coming from that whore mouth, I'm on my way."

And Emerens hangs up. I throw my fag on the bin, then go back inside. Eudoxe and Andreas are playing cards with two grown-ass men who teach them the rules of what looks like poker while slurping their soda. I order another whiskey on the rocks, then pay the tab and sit back with the children.

"Are you winning, sons?"

They are sharing the same hand.

"I don't know, dad", Eudoxe says with a thrilled smile. "But so far it's the best vacation of my life!"

"'Tis barely a Tuesday afternoon", Andreas laughs, more accustomed to my antics.

I kiss them on the forehead, before smiling to the two men.

"Your boys are fast-learner", one says.

"I hope they're not bothering you, gentlemen", I respond with a smile.

"They're nice kids, gaijin, a pleasure to play with."

"I take back the 'gentlemen'."

And before this unfortunate encounter turns sour, Emerens appears in front of the bar. I take the boys by the collar and bring them outside with their luggage. Eudoxe is giggling, while Andreas comes to Emerens to bump fists. I know that stupid blond bitch, affectionately, is very good with kids. At least, with mine.

"Hurry up, gang, get in the car", he shouts. "You have a plane to jump in, we must be fast!"

I sit in the front seat while the children get on the back. Emerens turns on the engine, and soon enough we're headed to the airport.

"Who is the second one's mother?"

"Oh, Moses. You know her? She was insanely hot."

"Moses?!"

"Yeah, her."

He manages to avoid causing a car wreck.

"For fuck's sake Nicomaque! She is insane! She always was! You know that! Don't put your dick in crazy, idiot!"

"Look who's talking."

"What does 'dick' mean?" Eudoxe candidly asks.

"It's a penis", Andreas answers.

"Is Moses fine with the fact you took her very own child to that shitplace? And that you got fucking drunk while watching them?" Emerens almost screams, visibly upset.

"I just had a few drinks, I'm not drunk", I argue.

"He looks pretty sober to me, Emerens", adds Andreas. "He isn't slurring on his words nor puking all over the car!"

"Andy, sweetie, it's not because he is looking more decent than usual that this is okay. But is Moses okay with all of this?"

"Dad kidnapped me for the holidays", Eudoxe explains cheerfully.

"You what now?"

"It's not a kidnapping. Eudoxe came willingly and I am his father, like, legally. It's alright on the paper. Moses will probably hunt me down but hey, what's a good vacation without a bit of a chase?"

"You're making me an accomplice of a child kidnapping", he mutters. "Wasn't it for the kids on the back, I'll kill you on the spot."

"And you'd be right, but without me you'll get bored."

To his "tsk", I know it's touché. We complete each other, after all, will he admit it or not.

"And where are you bringing them?"

"Disneyland, Hope’s Peak pays good money and I try to be half of a good dad", I explain.

"In the US?"

"No, in France, I'm not an animal", I whisper while lighting a cigarette.

"Nicomaque dammit, there are kids in the car!"

I roll up the window.

"Better?"

He rips the cig out of my mouth and crushes it on my palm. Eh. Nice. I chuckle.

"You're a fucking piece of work", Emerens lets out in a sigh.

After a while in complete silence except for the occasional cussing of our driver, I notice the kids are now sound asleep. Good.

"Andreas is chubbier than last time. It is even more flagrant next to Eudoxe who is a twig. What are you feeding him?"

"We eat the same thing, I don't understand how he puts on weight," I admit. "Sure, he is an indoor kid, so was I, and I was pretty thin at his age. And you know how much my yaya was feeding me."

"Maquo, your diet is booze, coffee, tobacco and, eventually, some junk food. No wonder why you are so stupidly skinny even though you eat shit and don't do any exercise. Are you even cooking for him?"

I look away.

"Maquo, answer the question."

"What about I don't."

"From you to me, is it about Otto?"

"Take his name out of your mouth", I reply quickly, now with a burning feeling inside my stomach.

"Maquo, it's been years since it's over, and you sabotaged this relationship."

I light up a cigarette.

"If you want me to talk, let me have this one."

He sighs.

"Fine."

I draw on it and swallow the smoke.

"It's about Otto. Why should I better myself if he can't bear me at my worst?"

"That's a shitty take. What's shittier is that you have two very good reasons sleeping on the back seats."

"Look, I know you're judging. But that's not the same. And Andreas isn't a sad kid. We do things together."

"Such as?"

"Museums. Going to the library. Reading together. I help him with his homework even, when I am not wasted already. Colloquium too. And to the cinema, too."

"Colour me surprised. You're not a complete deadbeat."

"Bitch you thought. And I give him a ton of freedom. He can do whatever he wants."

"You're a fucking deadbeat, I take back the compliment", he says with disapproval. "Kids need structure."

"What for? Andreas is a smart boy, as smart as I was at his age, he can use some freedom."

"Yeah, like having an allowance, some screen time, and riding his bike to his friends' house on his own. Not being able to do jack shit knowing you don't care about it."

He sighs again.

"At least you're trying for the holidays. They will have a lovely time in Disneyland, memories for a lifetime. Don't spoil it for them."

[sup4cid-g-1rl]

i'm so damn tired of this shitplace of toxicity. i let myself be free and flow in my chaotic state internally, accepting myself with no guards and peaceholder role, clearing up your literal nasty shit place that is shared. you don't even say thank you and find an excuse of something u're embarresed of (like we all are) to lay all the anger of your shitlife on me??? instead of being embarrassed like a man without starting a loop of anger. you're suposed to be the support and the balance of the relationship, when in fact you are just a pure multi-faced lifer full of secrets; showing up when and how you want to, only to satisfy your own desires. that are just desires after all... but the way you treat them with such priority and disregard of all responsibilities makes them d i s g u s t i n g.

just ew.

see what happens when i let my guard down for once without trying to keep the balance for all.

they all cry, scream, put and remove masks and lay it all on me - the sponge... she will clear them out for us like she usually does or even better like she used to. let's lay it all on her and use the pureified energies to attack her again because she needs help and that's how we can help her. her - our sick child ahahaha truly.

yes that's all you know yes...that is justified to a point, to the point that YOU ARE CHOOSING TO KEEP YOUR MIND CLOSED AND JUSTIFY YOURSELF ON ALL ASPECTS THAT YOU DON'T LIKE with a proud foolishness or simply to shameful arrogance.

wow. I'm so proud i know how i don't want to be like. and I'm so proud for all the shit you put me through as i just get wiser. there is no stronger... wisdom is all there is, you learn it the easy way or the hard way.

the reason for it - our Karma from past lives as well as our Mission here.

you are truly lucky i'm in your "home".

bye

Shadow's Lady Shooter 2222

👹

[popontomarnie]

shmitt leaving ga

copper leaving boc*

mitch leaving toronto**

and me leaving the shitplace of my work

what a year

*well, not leaving technically, but still staying away from them

** i really hope he does

[quantumpoweredgoblinbrain]

I know I said my next post would be about politician branding. But he'll, I'm anonymous here, I don't have to think of my own brand.

So let me shit talk Israel.

I can't say anything smarter than what's already been said.

Israel is a fucking western implant made to uphold colonialist ideals in the middle east. Fuck that shitplace. It is everything capitalism stands for

[nekura-the-chaos-demon]

Sometimes I forget how great shitplace this is.

Couldn't with for better bullshit.

Than you Tumblr.

[houlebubo]

Tired of feeling tired all the time, I'm gonna make some serotonin, accept my feelings, overcome my anxiety, do the laundry and put up a positive fucking attitude because fuck negativity, there's thunder and lightning outside and the world isn't actually that bad

[princessofmerc]

I hope Jost helps Alex out of that shitplace (RBR) asap baby doesnt deserve that

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Can we talk how that whole witch story smells like a bad stereotypical shit?

Horrible sepia that will turn back time and move you to the 80ts. Or middle ages, hard to tell.

Making dumb faces while just breathing because breathing in the woods connects you to the NATUREEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SMELL THAT AIR, BITCHES

Let’s hold hands and pretend we are conencted.

TALK TO OUR HANDS. 

Also, what the fuck is wrong with their clothes? They look like poor librarians or English teachers.

Btw:

Nevermind....

What the fuck is this, i don’t know aka they want to show how much backward this village, town,w hatever is, because you know, all people from villages are horrible barbarians, who don’t get the amazing witches who just killed a man. So, they were kinda right about the witches...?

She is a witch or a hobbit? She lives under the hill, after all. For the past... 30 years?

Oh wait, in a CAVE. Also, making dumb faces while connecting to the universe because she does that all day long.

BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD

Like seriously, this is the most typical, stereotypical witch shit you can imagine. Ridiculous slash embarrassing. 

Witches: bad clothes, horrible hair, wandering throught the forests doing nothing, holding hands, burrning shit, outcasts, live in shitplaces, bad village people don’t like them :(, doing wierd shit that makes no sense.

Give me a breaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak

[sweetchup]

Family

Type: Chrollo x reader

Au?: Family Au? Ish? But still takes place in normal HxH

Word count: 3000+

Warnings: Mature content, Abandonment, Disownment, Non-Con, Smut, Voyerism, little bondage, breeding kink (if you squint), no protection and Yandere

This isn’t how you imagined the day before your 22nd birthday to go. Yet here you were, sitting in your small two bedroom apartment with your two sons, well adoptive sons, who were playing on the floor quietly. The quietness is almost peaceful and comfy, even with the cramped space the cheap place provided. But you couldn’t just ignore the elephant in the room.

Legs spread and body leaned back into the Sofa. You would’ve thought Chrollo Lucilfer lived here based on how calmed he was. His eyes weren’t trained on one of his favorite books either, instead they were watching, observing, the boys on the ground, his sons, his itsy bitsy spiders.

You couldn’t deny it either. As you look at them, the resemblance was uncanny. The twins were basically almost identical copies of the young man. Except for a few minor differences.

Rubbing your temple, you close your eyes. How did you get into the mess exactly? Oh yeah the day after the twins were born.

———————

Fingers cold, clothes wet and throat hoarse, you stood out in your driveway in the rain. This wasn’t how you pictured your first couple of days out of high school to go. Your face and body stained with the cries from the sky, it was raining so much tonight that it was even hard to see what was even in front of you.

“You can’t do that to them! It’s wrong Melissa! Mom, come on we need to stop her!” You shout, not letting go onto your sister's arm.

“(Y/n) stop. You need to let it go” Your father orders from the door of your house, your mother in his arms distraught. Her body visibly shaking at the event turning out in front of her.

“Let it go. Let it go?!? You are seriously going to allow her to sell her newborn children, your grandchildren to meteor city? To that shitplace?”

Your older sister, Melissa, yanks her arm from your grasp. She glares at you backing away.

“It’s where they belong in the first place!”

Melissa gestures back at the old truck on the street. Next to the truck stood a man in a hazmat like suit holding the crying twins in his rubbery arms. You lost it and pulled Melissa by her shirt.

“Fucking excuse me?!?”

She shoves you away and into a puddle on the ground.

“You don’t understand (y/n)! They are monsters just like their father. We need—“

“Who says they are?! They literally got born yesterday.”

“(Y/n)—“

“No!! You are being selfish!! It wasn’t their fault you decided to go on a fun adventure and get knocked up by the leader of the phantom troupe! You—“

“(Y/n) that’s enough!” Your father yells, “the decision has been made.”

You ball your fist in the dirty water. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair! They hadn’t done anything wrong. Melissa was being selfish.

She thought it was all fun and games being with the leader of the phantom troupe. Getting her bubblegum brains fucked out by Mr bad boy. Yet when it came to being responsible for what she had done and made, she couldn’t do it. She just didn’t want to go through the trouble.You know what. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck everyone.

Cursing under your breath, you stand up and dig into your pocket. Pulling out a wad of cash you chuck half to your sister and walk over to the man who has the twins.

Without a word you hold out the money as he looks at you. He looks at his partner next to him who grabs the cash. The man counts the money and nods. You quickly grab the wet and crying twins into your arms, backing away from the men.

Sadly you look down at the pair as the wiggle in your arms from the rain. You need to get them to warmth quickly before they get sick. Taking a look at your house, you walk inside.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) (L/n)!! What in the world are you doing?!” Your mother shouts and follows after you.

———————

Now here you were, 4 years later, in this apartment. You had just finished High School when the babies were born, kicked out when you took the twins in and have been on your own since then.

Well until now, of course. You had come home from taking the kids out on a small toy shopping trip to see Chrollo sitting on your couch. It had seemed he had finally tracked you and the twins down, though you weren’t hiding from him anyways. You knew it would be futile to escape from an A-list bounty criminal like him, it would just waste money and time, and you were smarter than that.

“Mom!”

You look over at the eldest of the twins who had called your name. It wasn’t the best time to choose to talk but you can’t do much about it now.

“Hmm? What wrong August?” You say, getting off the couch and sitting on the ground next to the boy. The boy looks at chrollo suspiciously before looking at you

”Can I have shiny?” He whispers, like it’s a secret.

“Shiny?” You parrot back, “Oh! You mean my Keys?” August hushes you like he doesn’t want Chrollo to know.

Reaching into your back pocket you grab the keys. You palm them in your hand before letting them dangle out in front of the young boy; jingling as they drop.

“You want to play with my keys August?”

August’s eyes sparkle and he claps his hands with glee as you hand them to him.

“Thanks mom!” He shouts walking over to the rest of his toys.

You smile as you look at the young boy. August was the eldest of the twins, and even though he was still so young he was very mischievous. In a simple sense three ways to describe him were he was playful, a little sneaky and truly a little thief, especially when it came to the many shiny objects around the house. He loved to take them and hide them in his many secret places so he could keep them all to himself.

Your keys were one of his favorites. His all time favorite even. You didn’t know why and neither did he. All you could guess was it was due to you allowing him to play with it ever since he was a little baby.

“Hmm? Kao? What’s wrong?” You ask, looking at the small boy peering from under the coffee table. Kao’s silver eyes just stare at you and he only responds by blinking once.

Kao was the opposite of August, sure he was mischievous at times as well, those two could be quite a handful, but he was very quiet and liked to keep to himself compared to his brother. Due to him liking to be quiet he had created a bit of a habit of doing this Morse code type of thing with his eyes. One blink means no, two blinks means yes and many blinks means I don’t know. Then there were also the many expressions with his eyes that he would be added to those blinks. Like an angry gleam in his eyes with a yes blink could translate to “Ugh fine” while a glossy sad eye with a I don’t know blink could translate to “mommy. I don’t know.” Or “Hold me.”

Right now Kao only blinked once and he has blank eyes so he said “nothing’s wrong”.

“Oh ok Kao. Is there anything I can get you?”

Kao opens up his arms and blinks twice for yes.

With a small whisper he says “cuddle.”

He was so cute sometimes. You coo at the young boy, pulling him gentle from under the table. As soon as Kao is in your lap, he rubs up into your soft sweater. After a couple more rubs and moving around he lets out a soft sigh, deeming he was comfortable and happy.

“Hey! Let me join!! I wanna cuddle mom!” August yells and sprints from his pile of things. With his running start he jumps, more like cannonball, into your lap. You groan as August lands. Here we go again. Or maybe not?

You had expected Kao to huff and claw at August. He usually does it when he believes his older brother is being a nuisance or being too rough with you. Yet you instead see that Kao is ignoring his brother and is having a staring contest with Chrollo.

Crap… you were so distracted by the kids that you forgot Chrollo was even in the room.

.

.

You kind of wondered how long this could go on. Chrollo seemed like a tough shell to crack.

.

“Cuddle” Kao requests suddenly. Startling everyone in the room.

Kao's request causes Chrollo to raise an eyebrow at the young boy. You however just sat there astonished. You couldn’t believe Kao had invited Chrollo for a hug. Kao hates strangers. It took the young boy over two months to allow any of the other children or staff at the daycare to even approach him.

You hear a creak from the coach and watch as Mr Edgelord himself, Chrollo, stands up and approaches your group. He was totally an Edgelord though with his long leather cross jacket, slick back hair and pale white skin. He looked like BotchedTopic hurled all over him. I mean that wasn’t bad he was clearly handsome, hell he was a 10 out of 10 in your book, but you just couldn’t wrap your head around how your blonde, fake and plastic like sister went and got knocked up by this guy.

Chrollo sits down on the floor next to you and goes to grab the boy from your lap but Kao only shuffles away. Chrollo pauses and looks amused at the young boy and tries again but the same thing happens. Chrollo looks at you to see if you know what’s going on.

With knitted eyebrows you look down at Kao. “Kao what’s wrong? Don’t you want to cuddle with dad?”

He blinks no but repeats “Cuddle”

You don’t understand. But August seemed to because he lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Yeah mom cuddle!”

You laugh, confused, and look at August. “August what are you and Kao talking about?”

“Mom!! It’s obvious! you have to cuddle with dad!!”

You blink a couple of times in shock before going beet red as Kao nods his head.

You sputter out incoherent words before taking a deep breath and in a soft voice say, “August, Chrollo and I aren’t together, together. We just can’t cuddle randomly.”

As you finish you see August’s face drop and Kao looking sad. Then for the first time in a while Kao actually says a full sentence.

“But...but the other mommys and daddys do it. The other kids tell us all the time.”

You are shocked silent. So that’s why. You hadn’t even thought of the fact that Kao and August are the only two at the daycare that don’t have a dad. You didn’t even think about what was being said by other kids or if they even noticed. Man this was a situation you had gotten yourself into.

Sighing you look up at chrollo. You don’t want to do it but you know it would make them happy. Pulling Kao and August off your lap you turn to chrollo.

Sheepishly you look at him in the eyes and, amused, he nods.

Holding onto his shoulder you sit lightly on his lap. You still wanted to keep distance between you two so you leaned a little bit above his chest and sat on his thigh instead. You thought it would be a good plan, though Chrollo had decided on other things. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you right against his chest and into his lap.

Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest and face was on fire. In a sad attempt to hide it from him you put your head on his shoulder, hiding your face using his fur collar.

August is heard giggling happily so you know your plan has worked and the two children are no longer sad. Listening, since you can’t hear them, you hear the two children move around and hear August whispering. You knit your eyebrows in confusion when you feel a large soft fabric put over the two of you.

“Thank you. That was kind of you two to give us a blanket” Chrollo says to the boys. His warm breath tingling against your skin.

As you sit there, stiffly, you hear the boys converse a little more, well mostly Chrollo and August. They just exchange a couple of questions to get to know each other before two pairs of footsteps are heard walking away and a door closes. Kao and August must have gone to their rooms to play.

Ever so silently, you pull yourself slightly off of Chrollo’s lap and look down the hallway to confirm that the two boys are gone. You sigh in relief when it was true but you are suddenly cut off.

You struggle as you are pounced upon and pinned down to the floor by Chrollo. With one hand holding your hands above your head and the other hand tying a cloth around your mouth, you were in a tough spot.

Your insults and cries are muffled against the fabric made gag. Chrollo hushes you as he bounds your hands above your head.

“Now, Now, (y/n), no need to cause a scene.” He says which only causes you to glare. He chuckles at your look, “Don’t worry I’ll make this quick for us.”

While you were taken aback by his comment, Chrollo grabs onto the waistline of your pants and panties and pulls them off in one quick swoop.

You weren’t going to allow him to use you this though. No way in hell. While he was unbuckling his pants you take your leg and kick him in the face as hard you can knocking him over.

Wiggling away, you pull your bounded hands to your face to take the gag off. Finally off you try to shout.

“Au—“

But you couldn’t even finish a word as Chrollo had pushed you face first into the floor and held you there. Wiggling around you can’t get the muscular man off of you. Cursing at yourself for being so stupid and naive to let this man into your house, you go to shout again.

“Ack—“ You are cut off again as chrollo shoves two of his fingers into your mouth. Your eyes water, you gag slightly at the foreign object in your mouth. You hear Chrollo chuckles above you. He brings his head to the crook of your neck and starts biting and sucking at any possible skin he can get at.

“Hmm… maybe I should’ve let you call out. I wonder what the boys would’ve said seeing you in this position.” He mumbles out against your neck.

You freeze in your tracks, balling your fist in absolute furry. How dare he. How absolutely dare Chrollo say that in a situation like this. Using them as some sort of hostage. Bargain.

But at the same time, you couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t, no you never want them to have to walk in to see this. The threat had work. You were trapped.

Chrollo takes his fingers out of your mouth and spreads your legs. You shiver as he runs his fingers up and down your slit; spreading the wetness he found there. He chuckles and pulls his fingers away wrapping them around his length instead. He gives himself a couple of testing pumps for good measure and aligns himself up. You take a deep breath as he starts to push his length in. Choking on your breath and gritting your teeth you try to keep yourself quiet to not show you were in pain. Finally bottoming out, Chrollo groans into your ear.

“I'm your first huh? I feel very honored.” It seemed your attempts at playing it cool hadn’t worked on him.

“Shut the fuck up you bastard” you curse lightly out at him. Though you regret saying that as Chrollo suddenly pulls his length all the way out before pounding back into you. You moan lightly out into the crook of your arm, from the pain and pleasure.

“I don’t think I heard what you said (y/n). Do you think you can repeat that?” He says calmly. You could practically hear the smirk on his face when he said that.

Not going to give up to him you try to answer back but are cut off as he starts off at a rough pace as if he was trying to pound you into the ground. The sounds of slapping and lewd noises fill the room as you try your best to keep quiet. It was pointless though because even with your mouth being blocked with your arm you were still loud.

“F-fuck-k Chrollo-o slower. Slower. You’r-re making too-ohh much noise.”

You hear chrollo humm above you in consideration. He pauses and flips you onto your back, entering you again. You think maybe he listened to you for once, but are proven wrong real quick when he sets a fast pace.

You reach up pushing against his chest trying to get him off, in a sorry attempt to get him off. Sure this made less slapping and lewd noises but with this position his length was just getting deeper, making it hard for you to be quiet.

“Mom?”

You freeze to the bone. You look to see that thankfully August wasn’t actually standing here and was still in his room. The only problem is that now you have to answer the boys while being pounded into by chrollo. And you damn well know he isn’t going to take a pause for you to do so.

“Y-yes August? What’s up?”

“Can we have pizza for dinner tonight?” He whines from his room, “I’m not in the mood for chicken.”

“Why-y of course. I’ll make it as soon as I can.”

“Actually, August we have other plans”

You looked shocked up at Chrollo. What in the world was he planning now? He puts one of his hands up to your face, slightly skimming your cheek. Your shiver at the touch and go to bite his hand but stop when he changes his pace. You mewl and pant as his now change of pace, with harsh and slower thrusts, bash constantly into your g-spot. Biting your lip, you shake your head at chrollo, asking for any mercy.

“Huh? But we want pizza.”

“Oh it’s not that it’s just.” Chrollo takes a minute to think, “It’s just I adore the way your mother takes care of you two. Calm, well-kept and so sweet. It causes my heart to ache just by watching you three.”

Chrollo pauses for a second. Letting out a soft groan as his thrust went frantic, he seemed to be close as well. You tried to hold on but you just couldn’t keep it in any longer. You felt the pit in your stomach finally burst causing a wave of pleasure to fill your veins.

Shaking in pleasure and dazed you feel chrollo let out a few more thrust before joining you as well. Letting out a low groan as he filled you up with his warm cum.

Letting out a couple of pants you both try to compose yourself. Now pulled out, chrollo zips himself up and wraps you in a blanket before hugging you into your chest. Absolutely exhausted and sore you don’t fight back.

“I still don’t understand dad.”

Crap you totally forgot about August. It also didn’t help that you couldn’t do much in the state, you probably couldn’t even walk correctly.

Chrollo laughs, “I see. Well I talked to your mother and we decided that you all, you, Kao and your mother, are going to stay with my friends and I. We are going to all travel together as one big group and we need to leave tonight to catch the quickest flight. So we are going to have dinner at the airport instead.”

You looked shocked at Chrollo. This man must be out of his mind. No way you would willingly allow you or the boys to go with him. Especially since his friends were probably the other troupe members.

You hear quick frantic footsteps and see August and Kao are sprinting from their room. Both are gleaming with happiness; even Kao had a small smile on his face.

“REALLY DAD?!? We are staying ALL together?!” August shouts out excited; doing a little spin at ‘all’.

“Why of course! That not all—“

“NOT ALL!!”

Chrollo hushes the boy and places a hand on your head. The sweet action causing a shivery go up your spine.

“Your mother has actually also agreed to being my wife and the mother of another of my children. A little sister or brother for you two.”

It’s silent in the room and you looked stunned at Chrollo. You felt sick to your stomach. This man WAS out of his mind. He was absolutely bonkers. Insane! A sociopath!

Suddenly, you are jumped upon twice. Blinking you looked stunned at your kids in your lap. Tears and snot rolling down both of their faces like waterfalls. You reach out to them, holding them tightly to you.

“K-Kao? August? Are you ok? What’s wrong?” August pulls away from your clutches, sniffling.

“M-m-mom,” August babbles out trying to rub the tears off his face, “I’m so-o-o happy! I’m SO happy”

“Wha—“

“Family-y” Kao mutters into your neck, “H-Happy family.”

You go to say something but are cut off as Chrollo pecks your lips. He looks at the boys and pets August’s head.

“Yes boys. We are one big happy….

family…”

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Dear Penpal,

Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia

Character: Shigaraki Tomura / Tenko Shimura

Prompt: Childhood friends to enemies

A/N: It has been much too long. Hello. 

Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 

Tenko, I think I made a grave mistake…

As with most stories this one hit you out of nowhere. Feeling your body slam into the wall you groaned, the buzz of the alcohol leaving your body as you were now fighting the stars that you were seeing, finding that the dim lightening of the alley was of precious little help as you tried to fight your aggressor.

“Your wallet. Now,” the attacker commanded and somewhere you instinctively reached out to the pocket in which you carried it before retreating, another groan escaping you as you were pushed further up against the wall, your breath choking.

“Haven’t I made myself clear enough?” the voice continued to whisper. It was muffled behind the mask, distorted even, telling you that they had prepared themselves well. Along with the way they had you locked in, it were the signs of an experienced robber and you cursed your luck.

A small-time criminal and yet here you were, struggling despite all of the ‘basic’ training you had gone through to be able to work together with the heroes without being a liability. Lessons on which you drew a blank now that you were actually faced with the thing that seemed so far away for someone as simple as you.

Just a simple turn of the corner. You had just exited out of the bar, waving off Kuro’s concerns for your safety and here you were. Locked in the arms of a petty crime that was trying to pry you off your wallet. A wallet that wasn’t worth much now after spending your night in a bar, but it was worth something to you and there was a pride you felt you needed to uphold.

“Well, what is it going to be?”

The voice was getting impatient as the hold on you shook, as if trying to intimidate you further into giving into the demands made. Wincing you tried to fight back, but found that your chances for that were diminishing as a second figure joined you in the alley.

“Pathetic,” the new figure speaks and squinting against the bright backlight that comes from the main street you vaguely make out a slumped and hooded figure, somewhat reminiscent but yet you didn’t dare to hope as the figure approaches you so leisurely, hands in his pockets and the general body language screaming; apathy.

“Call the police,” you manage to croak out anyway and the figure freezes, pausing in their approach before the body shakes and a low rumble escapes, a sardonic laugh follows and to your horror you recognise it as it belonging to T.S.

“They won’t come, dumbass. They never do. Neither will your precious heroes come,” he speaks slowly as he approaches and you aggressor holds on tighter against you, earning a wince from your lips as they pull you back further into the alley.

“If you know, bugger off,” they try to threaten, but it falls on deafman’s ears as T.S. approaches closer, hands still hidden away, but the unmistakable glint of anger in his eyes seem to glow as he eyes your robber, a dangerous air radiating off him.

“What did ya say, scum?” T.S. speaks slowly, but you can tell the growl he has as his hand reaches for the back of his neck, scratching the skin there once more. It fills the alley with the ominous sound of scabs coming loose and nails going across dry skin. You hear your captor gulp as they let go of you, backing off as they raise their arms into the air.

“Look, we don’t have to fight. I can give you half of what this brat has in the wallet,” your attacker negotiates and T.S. scoffs, ignoring you entirely as he steps closer to the other.

“Pathetic,” T.S. simply repeats once more.

It was the first time you had ever seen T.S. touch something with all five fingers of his hand. Where he always carefully made sure to keep one finger lifted you watched how the man shoved a complete hand into the face of your attacker and the consequences that followed as the skin brittled away and the person disintegrated before he could even as much as scream.

You didn’t need to wait for adrenaline to fade away, or another reality check of the location you were in to reach your next conclusion. The quirk you had witnessed fit the description perfectly of the S-ranked villain you had been investigating with the rest of the team. A sense of horror and dread sank in as you slowly realised how T.S., no Shigaraki had known who you were all this while, but you had no clue as you had fraternised with them, drank together and even spent time as friends.

His earlier hostility had been reasonable, it deigned upon you.

“Even someone as stupid as you are should have figured out who I’m by now,” Shigaraki speaks, finally pulling off his hoodie as he faces you. The scratched upon skin, the scabs that never healed, the red hostile eyes and the split lips. Unconsciously you held your breath as you faced the villain you were supposed to fight from the safe confines of your office, not meet on the street after a good night’s drink. Not like this.

Shigaraki scoffs at your reaction, his eye rolling as he reaches out for you, uncaring of the way you flinch, apathetic for the way you tremble as four fingers wrap around your wrist and yank you up.

“Go, go tell everyone that it was me who saved you from this shitplace.” His voice is harsh and his words are hissed as he talks down on you, pulling you closer ominously as he stares you down. “See what shitty hero will believe you. I guarantee you there will be none. Not even one that you can share a drink with,” he says and the dread and fear and anxiety inside of you morph and mix as you know that he is speaking the truth.

Tenko, I drank with Tomura Shigaraki. Of all people.