#these fags are going to kill me i swear

[cursed-rat-of-homosexuality]

Wait

WHAT????

[devotedlystrangewizard]

the school arc to me is so good because it drags ciel out of his position as a powerful figure and literally places him in the shoes of the person he could have been. the circus arc ALSO drags him out of his position as big bad queens watch dog/head of the phantomhive estate but the school arc feels like a mockery of a future that never was. this is what he could have been had his parents not died. and even then its NOT because he will never be that kid.

he never was.

[acapelladitty]

can you write something homelander being all submissive and pleading with butcher?

with a cherry on top

Pairing: Billy Butcher/Homelander

Summary: Billy Butcher wants something and Homelander is going to give it to him.

(tw: humiliation, dom/sub dynamics, boot kink, mild painplay, begging, handjob, mild cbt, swearing, smut)

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The game, or whatever the fucked up dynamic that had bloomed and constantly reared its head to play out between them was called, had captured both men once again and Butcher hated how trapped his stiff cock felt against his jeans as he glared down at the blonde kneeling submissively between his feet.

"Way I see it, you have two choices here, cunt. You can either beg nicely for ol' Billy to sort you out right good, or you can keep that hole of yours all locked up and I think I'll just shoot off in your face and scamper. What'd ya think?"

His face flush with predatory arousal, every feature narrowed and sharp with the exception of his mouth as it hung slack with unchecked need, Homelander seemed incapable of verbalising any decision on his part as his words struggled to escape a rapidly-swallowing throat.

"I said," Butcher continued, lifting his heavy boot from the ground and placing the thick tread atop the unmistakable tent of Homelander's groin, "I wanna hear it. Don't tell me some cunt's got your tongue now. Can't shut you the fuck up most of the time."

The pressure of Butcher's leather boot pressing down on his neglected cock was almost too much for Homelander and his spine curled forward as he barely restrained the urge to buck his hips into the rough touch like a desperate whore.

"I could kill you."

His voice coming out an octave higher than he would have liked, Homelander licked his tongue sharply across his chapped lips. Inhaling, the woody scent of fresh sweat and cheap colonge made his head spin - the masculine smell of Butcher only tainted by the nasty aroma of some medicated balm that he had slathered some part of himself in.

Butcher, in fair response to the death threat, only pushed his boot down harder at the hissed words and Homelander couldn't hold back the stuttering growl which slipped free of his lips as his brow fell into an open scowl, anger and arousal warring for dominance of his handsome features.

"Sorry, what? Couldn't hear ya over the sound of you moaning like a cheap slag who puts out her hole for a packet of fags and some bacardi breezers."

Not really sure what those were, Homelander's expression flicked with confusion for a moment before falling into undisguised arousal once more as Butcher dropped to his haunches before him and replaced the stiff tread of his boot with his palm - his fingers cupping at Homelander's cock with so much pressure that it would have made a lesser man scream.

"Beg." Butcher repeated, his thick brows also furrowed into a scowl that brooked no argument as he savagely squeezed at Homelander's cock, knowing that the supe could take whatever he dished out.

Homelander, gasping and shuddering as his spine curled further forward with the discomfort, did exactly as told while a hot flush of shame painted his neck a lovely pink colour.

"Please."

Feigning ignorance, Butcher used his free hand to cup at his ear. "What was that?"

"William, please."

Using the familiar name, one so often dripping his absolute contempt for the arrogant fuck, Homelander winced at the total lack of any malice as he listened to his own whining plead.

"Please what? Don't tell me all that v running through your veins has made you stupid as all fuck. Let's hear it for daddy, sweetheart."

"Please, touch me." Homelander growled, the humiliation only adding to the painful arousal of his cock as his length twitched in Butcher's merciless hand. "Pull my cock out and, fuck, touch me. Please."

Surprisingly, Butcher complied and Homelander groaned as his cock was quickly snatched free of his suit and exposed to the cool air. Bearing only the slightest of reddened marks from where Butcher had dug his fingers in, his cock stood proudly as it jutted free of the healthy blonde pubes which ringed its base.

"Harder than an elephants tusk, eh? Well, ain't that a shame."

"William." Snapping the name like a slur, the slightest hint of amber flexed in the steely blue depths of Homelander's eyes as he once more was the subject of Butcher's humiliation. "If you don't-"

Forcing two of his fingers into Homelander's mouth, the action forcing Homelander to cough and flex his tongue against the thick invaders as his words were cut short, Butcher pressed his digits down until Honelander had relaxed past his initial panic.

"Shut the fuck up, pretty boy."

With a cheshire grin, Butcher indulged himself. His fingers keeping their iron grip against Homelander's jaw and tongue, his other hand circled around the base of Homelander's cock - fingers squeezing together roughly as he rubbed his dry hand along the length. It wasn't supposed to be bliss, his harshness and lack of lube making the friction almost painful, but Homelander writhed in place as his hips jerked of their own accord to push himself harder into Butcher's fist.

"That's right, fuck yourself daft, lad. It's all you'll be getting from me."

Butcher hissed the words, his head feeling light from just the sheer amount of power which thrunned through his veins as he held this dangerous creature in the palm of his hand. Literally. His own cock felt painfully trapped, every slight shift of his body making his length brush against the inside of his jeans like a lovers tease.

Oh, fuck this.

"I'm going to pull my fingers free of your mouth." Butcher explained, loosening his grip of Homelander's cock enough to allow the other man to pick up the pace slightly - a few strands of his blonde hair having fallen across his damp forehead. "And then I'm gonna replace them with something much bigger and almost as clean. If I catch even a brush of those teeth then I'll rip your cock off with my bare hands and use it to hang my bathroom towels. You hear me?"

Eyes glazed and dulled, his willful submission sending him to a docile place which made him a much more agreeable cunt than anything Butcher could hope for, Homelander nodded around his fingers and whined as Butcher's hand left his cock.

Butcher's hands were as steady as a surgeons as he stood to unzip his fly and a fresh smirk settled on his chapped hips as he set about giving the maniac who knelt at his knees something to really chew on.

[parisiterileymoon]

Angel dust x male reader

Set in the 40s, Im a sucker for a good forbidden romance. (We are all freinds of Dorothy here;])

C/W:mafia, period accurate homophobia, suggestive material(implied fornication), murder, someone gets dragged by the hair, major character death, guns, google translate Italian.

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Anthony. His name rolled of the tongue. Anthony. An~tho~ny. When you looked at him, your stomach twisted in knots. You both got out of having to serve in the war due to belonging to the mafia. If anyone found out about your little affaire, you would surely be killed. You looked down to see your beloved Tony curled in the fetal position away from you in bed. "What, was I that bad?" you asked him, only half joking. "Nah toots, I'm just tired. It's...damn what time is it?" "uhhh- how do you not have a clock somewhere in here?" you rolled out of bed with a thunk, pulling on a pair of boxers and looked for your watch. "HA! Found it. Itssss 1:00 AM? Good god!" you laugh, placing your watch back on the floor with the rest of your clothes. All of a sudden you hear footsteps. Not like light and quick like Molly's but heavy and slow like... Henry. Anthony's father. You see, Molly was the only person who knew about you and Anthony. You frantically look around, hopping into the closet. His father bursts into the room. "Anthony, who is in here." you watch your lover panic. "Nobody, pa! I swear! It's just me!" "Questa è una fottuta stronzata Anthony e lo sai, don't lie to me boy!" he begins to look around and his eyes land on the closet. It's as if he can stare straight through your soul. Your palms begin to sweat and tears well in your eyes. Henry pretty much tares the door of the closet off. He pushes you to the ground. "YOU! YOU TURNED MY SON INTO A QUEER" you look at Anthony, sweet Anthony. For a split second you look in his eyes and feel safe. But than Henry kicked you in the stomach and grabs your hair. "PA STOP HE DIDN'T DO NOTHIN'" Anthony cries and drops to the floor, cradling your face. Henry kicks him away from you and begins dragging you outside. "NO PLEASE- PLEASE LET ME GO I'M SORRY" Anthony tries to run after you but his father pulls a gun out of his back pocket "you step one foot closer to me and I shoot you and the fag." "no..." tony falls to his knees. "No pa please..." "anthony I'm gonna be ok" you say, crying. Henry Yanks your hair. "WHO SAID YOU COULD SPEAK QUEER" he pulls you outside and throws you into the mud. He points his gun at you. "No son of mine... No son if mine will be a damn queer. I'm doing the world a favor by making sure you turn no more good men. Any last words?" you look over Henry's shoulder at your lover, screaming and protesting for his father to stop, and you smile at him. "Anthony," you reach out for him "find me on the other side". The last thing you see is your beloved Tony sobbing as he falls for his knees, crying your name. Your life flashes before your eyes as you feel a sharp and unbearable pain in your head. Than, almost like magic, you feel an odd sence of peace. You feel warm and comforted. You see a light. It was almost blinding. Somehow you knew... This... This is heaven.

Would he find you? No. No he wouldn't.

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A/N: if you have any gripes, please comment! Constructive criticism is highly appreciated<3

[beah388love]

Over Protective Brothers…

18+ Minors DNI!!!

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Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!Reader

Summary: Times where my brothers were protective of me especially with Reggie or Ronnie.

Warnings: Swearing,allergies,gang,mention of gun!!!(please tell me if I missed any!!!)

Times where my brothers were protective of me especially with Reggie or Ronnie.

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Reggie knocked at the door.

My brother, Billy answered the door.

He stiffened when he saw Reggie. They hadn't been introduced yet, they had only met once at a club and didn't speak one on one with one another.

"Yeah?" Billy spoke and Reggie smiled.

"I'm uh- here for y/n? Is she in?" Reggie asked and Billy didn't answer.

"Right..well-" reggie got cut off by Billy.

"Where are you going with her?" Billy asked

"Just down to my club the uh- Esmeralda" reggie said and Billy didn't move an inch or show any emotion.

"What're y'a gonna do?" Billy spoke lowly.

"Just have a drink and talk y'know a date" reggie smiled but didn't get one back.

"What's that?" Billy said as he pointed to Reggie's blazer pocket that had a light outline of a gun.

"Oh-uh this?" Reggie awkwardly chuckled knowing billy saw the gun. He pulled out a fag from his pocket.

"No.the gun." Billy spoke threateningly.

"I-uh" reggie stuttered and didn't have any excuses.

"Give it" billy demanded and Reggie shook his head.

"It's for protection, y'know your a gangster too aren't y'a" reggie said and billy sighed.

"Yeah I am, but I'm not letting my sister go out with a fucking gun, a gangster but not a gun" billy stated.

Reggie handed Billy the gun and Billy gave him a fake smile.

Reggie gave one back.

"Billy? Is it Reggie?" You asked him and he nodded.

"If your not back by nine thirty, I'll kill him" Billy stated to you and you nodded with a smile.

"I know. I'll be back by nine" you smiled and left the door holding Reggie's hand.

"I don't think he likes me" reggie chuckled and you laughed.

"I don't know, he didn't even talk to my other boyfriends" you giggled and Reggie smirked.

"Other boyfriends aye?" Reggie teased and you blushed.

"They were all dicks though" you sighed.

——

Ronnie knocked at the door.

I opened it and was about to leave but my younger brother George stopped me.

I had only recently introduced my brothers to Reggie and Ronnie, although they knew them lightly from the ‘underworld’ .

"Y/n/n?" George said as he stopped me from leaving.

"Yes Georgie what's wrong?" I asked and he gave ron a confused look.

"Where're y'a goin?" Georgie asked me.

"I'm goin down to Carpenters Arms with the twins" I said and he nodded stiffly but lightly.

"When are y'a coming back?" George asked me and I smiled.

"About nine-ish" I said and he nodded.

"Be safe, love ya" Georgie smiled but didn't smile at Ron.

"I will Georgie, I love ya too" I smiled and left with Ron to the bar.

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Reggie knocked on the door.

"Who's that?" Johnny asked dolly and she shrugged her shoulders.

"Reg?" Johnny said as he opened the door and he smiled.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

"What're you doing here?"

"I uh- I'm takin bee out on a date" Reggie smiled and Johnny nodded

"Oi! Bee!" Johnny yelled up the stairs.

"I'm comin" you replied as you walked down the stairs.

Reggie smiled when he saw you.

"Hey reg..." you smiled up at him blushing.

"These are for you" Reggie stammered as he held the flowers out to you and Johnny pushed you back.

"Woah! Are those gladiolus?" Johnny asked as he held the flowers away from you.

"Uh- yeah I think so why?" Reggie asked worried and confused.

"She's allergic!" Johnny said quickly and chucked them away.

"Shit...I didn't mean to- I didn't know I'm sorry" Reggie said running his hand through his hair and you giggled.

"It's alright reg...i do puff up like a pufferfish though" you giggled making him laugh.

"God..is there anything else I should know?" He asked and you shook your head.

"Johnny I'm leaving now!" You shouted and he walked back to you.

"Be back before eleven yeah? Have a good time love ya" he said giving you a kiss on the head before you left and shut the door.

"I'm scared to give you anything now.." Reggie chuckled and you giggled.

"I'm fine reg! I'm only allergic to them nothing else, don't worry" you reassured him.

[fucksurass]

DEAD? Park!

Pt.3

Stan: Kenny...? You um-

Stan: Yesterday you were all... Weird? Now youre um.... Not..

Kyle: What hes trying to say is, What the hell happened after school yesterday because you actually look... Okay.

Stan: Yeah you dont look like a mess like after Pocket got here. You left insane and came back chillin. What happened?

Kenny: You mean apart from fucking Cartmans mom?

Cartman: WHAT KENNY- YOU- I HOPE YOU FALL ON YOUR POOR UGLY ASS-

Kenny: Im kidding! I read porn and imagined fucking her!

Cartman: THAT DOESNT MAKE IT ANY BETTER YOU DIRTY-

Kenny: And I said to myself, Im going crazy! No one died! Im just a little messed up right now because of stress! So I whipped out my weiner and started jacking it.

Cartman: Dear god, can Kenny please fall off his chair and bust his ass.

Kyle: Awe Kenny come on!!

Stan: Not what I wanted to hear today.

Kenny: What? At least im not acting crazy anymore. Id say this is normal.

Stan: ....

Cartman: ....

Kyle: ....

Kyle Cartman and Stan: Yeah hes got a point. Id believe it. Regular Kenny.

Kenny: Oh and those books arent gonna help you at all Stany boi. I suggest giving it up.

Stan: Come on dude... Let a man dream...

Kenny: Wendys probably a lesbian dude.

Kyle: Yeah she probably totally definitely is.

Stan: What...?

Kyle: Yeah... You should go for someone el-

Cartman: Faggot.

Kyle: Shut the fuck up Cartman!

Stan: Yeah! Wendys not a faggot! Im sure she'll come back. She always does...

Cartman: That went over your whole head, Stan.

Stan: What went over my head?

Kyle and Cartman: *face palm*

Mr. Garrison: Okay class.... Sadly and Unfortunately for me... Theres another.. New student-

Kenny: WAH thud! OW!!

Cartman: BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA THANK YOU GOD

Ze Mole: Fuck god!

Kenny: Stop laug- ....Mole..?

Garrison: You know him?

Stan: All four of us do! Hey man!

Garrison: Thats cool. Anyway say hello to Christofeet- Chris- Christophne something or other or- Just call him Ze Mole.

Ze Mole: I have returned on behalf of Gregory. I wanted to ask if La Resistance lived on after I- er left... For.. War?

Pip: Hello Mole!

Ze Mole: Ah... You are here..

Cartman: Yeah we all hate Pip too dont worry.

Ze Mole: Sure.

Stan: Kenny? Oh not again... I swear..

Kyle: What- Oh...

Mr. Garrison: Can we please sit down? Im still teaching. Who else in here is gay?

Cartman: STAN AND KAH- OW KAHL WHAT THE FUCK

Ze Mole: ...Why are you looking at me like zat Kenny? Stop.

Pip: In a matter of seconds, dear Mole, Kenny well have assumed your death.

Ze Mole: How-

Kenny: Okay I am seriously fucking positive we WATCHED that guy die!

Stan: Come on Kenny! You were doing great!

Kyle: You almost had it then you blew it!

Kenny: We watched it happen guys! Cartman didnt turn off the alarm and he got attacked by guard dogs-

Ze Mole: I hate guard dogs... What a terrible way to die! Do not wish zat on me!!

*CLANG*

Cartman: Haha! Sick!

Stan: Oh my god! Ze Mole killed Kenny!

Kyle: You french bastard!

Mr. Garrison: Please be careful with that thi-

Ze Mole: Was my mozer careful when she shot me in my leg while I vas still in ze womb?!

Mr. Garrison: ...I guess not.

Craig: Dude sit down! You killed Kenny!

Red: Whos Kenny-

Ze Mole: Do not worry.

Ze Mole: Though he dies, La Resistance lives on.

Cartman: Nobody gives a crap about Las resilience! Lets all just wait for the rats to consume Kennys body so we can continue naming all the fags in the classroom.

Mr. Garrison: Lets all listen to the fat kid.

Clyde: Guys im not a faggot...

Pt. 2

Pt. 4

[metalmusicwhore]

vent post kinda? or maybe it’s a rant idk just feelings ig AUUGHH

I really REALLY don’t wanna fucking go back to school I’m actually so stressed out. I have like no friends even the ones I do have I haven’t talked to like all summer and this fucking cheer team im on is gonna be the end of me I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD. The girls are so fucking rude I have no ABSOLUTELY ZERO friends on the team nobody fucking talks to me the coaches yell constantly ANDFUCKING SINGLE ME OUTLILE MAAM MISS GIRRL THIS IS SIDELIND FUCKING CHEER IVE BEEN A COM CHEERLEADER FOR OVER FIVE YEARS DO FUCKING TELL ME HOWW TO DO SHIT YOU SAW ME AT NATIONALS DONT DO THIS SHIT TO ME YOU FUCKING WHORE IHATEYOU STOP FUCKING TELLING ME THIS IS HARDER THAN COMP CHEER ITS FUCKING KOR AHEOEBAMDD

I really wanna quit the team but I fucking can’t my parents won’t let me because they’ve already payed for it like I know it costed hella money but don’t you think my mental health and me still being alive matters more DONT YOU THINK THAT YOUR OWN KID YOUR FLESH AND BLOOD MATTERS MORE THAT PAPER WTF ACTUALLY WTF IVE BEEN DOING THIS SHIT FOR YEARS I WANT A BREAK IM SO TIRED OF IT EVERY TEAM IVE BEEN ON THE GIRLS ARE RUDE LAST TAM I WAS ON WAS BETTER BC I HAD MY BEST FRIEND BUT I MOVED AWAY AND NOW INHAVE NOBODY I CANT DO THIS SHIT ANYMORE LIKE I ACTUALLY CANT

MY MENTAL HEATH IS DEGRADING BC OF THIS MY SH PROBLEMS ARE COMING BACK AND I CANT EVEN TELL MY PARENTS BC THEY FUCKING YELL AT ME SAYING THAT IT HURTS THEM MORE THAT IT HURTS ME LIKE HHHUUUUUUUUUHHHHH WTF DO YOU MEAN YOU DICKHEADS WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE ACTUALLY WTF

IM SO TIRED OF FEELING THIS WAY I CANT GET AWAY FROM IT SSSIIGH HUGE FUCKING SIGH I JUSST WANT THINGS TO GO BACK TO NORMAL I JUST WANNA FEEL NORMAL BUT I FUCKING CANT IM LOSING SLEEP OVER THIS IM MOT EATING BC IM SO STRESSED ABOUT EVERYTHING

My parents tell me “you’re only a teenager you have the rest of your life to look ahead you don’t need to be stressed about anything” YES I DO YES I FUCKING DO YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO STRUGGLE LITERALLY STUGGLE TO NOT KYS EVERYDAY YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO GET MADE FUN OF FOR HAVING SH PROBLEMS YOU DONT KNOW WHAT UTS LILE TO HAVE UOUR OWN BROTHER RAT ON YOU ABT YOUR SH AND HAVE YOUR PARENTS YELL AT YOU FOR HOURS NOT EVEN HELING JUST YELLING AND MAKING YOU FEEL WORSE ABOUT EVERYTHING

THERES NOT GONNA BE THE REST OF MY LIFE IF THIS SHIT KEEPS UP I CANT EVEN TALK ABOUT IT MY MUM FUCKING LAUGHS IT OFF AND SAYS IM FUL OF SHIT LIKE I CANT HAVE MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES BITCH I FUCKING DO IVE HAD THEM FOR YEARS YOU FUCKING FAG WHY DONT YOU BELIVE ANYTHING I SAY AASUUUGGHHHHAHAKEHKWAOJDLSKALS MAKES ME SO MAD SO FUCKING MAD I CANT PUT IT INTO WORDSAAAAARRRGGGGGGGGAGAGEUJEJEKWKWORJDJN

I actually can’t fucking do this anymore I’m trying so fucking hard not to kms rn I’m so scared to do it but I can’t live like this anymore I can’t even talk about it without being yelled at I need help but I’m scared to talk about it with my parents BIGGEST FUCKING SIGH I HATE EVERYTHING RN I CANT BE HAPPY I CANT BE SAD I CANT DO ANYTHING PLEASE JUST KILL ME NOW IM NOT FUCKING JOKING ITS MY TIME TO GO ITS BEEN MY TIME TO GO IVE SERVED MY TIME ON THIS PLANET JUST FUCKING KILL ME ALREADY ITS NOT THAT FUCKING HARD PLEASE IM BEGGING AT THIS POINT I CANT LIVE LIKE THIS

[writing-now-andthen]

JD With A Humiliation Kink X Reader

@hugs4jd inspired me<3 (especially w the bit you said about bullying so I tried to use that)

Okay this is like an exploration of JDs kink and his feelings involving it followed by him telling you, about it

If anyone likes this and want to see more with anything specific they have in mind plzz request it (seriously if it's not on my will not write list, I'll probably do it)

F slur, swearing, Beetlejuice reference, reader teases/makes fun of him but he likes it, JD on receiving end

JDs pretty much been bullied at least a little bit at every school he's been to, it's typically a fun mix of him being a "fag" and jealousy over the fact that what makes pricks think he's too queer, only adds to his ability to pull chicks

Particularly ones that are a little more on the alt side, which I think Veronica would have been more of if she didn't been sucked in by the heathers (think a little more Lydia Deetz)

Anyway, he of course, has found some rather... Extreme ways to deal with assholes, so other then his burning hatred for the people who make life miserable simmering under the surface...

It doesn't bother him too much, in the way that he's not really hurt by it

However

There is this one thing

Now it doesn't happen anymore since he became armed and dangerous

But pre Westerburg there had been occasions where he's been shoved around a little, bullied either physically or verbally

And he can totally deal with it

With that said, he had a mild tendency to freeze up if too many people were paying attention to what was being said/done to him

I swear he's always been smooth as hell, it's just that mostly applies when one on one or maybe a small group, kinda weird because I think he'd be able to get in front of a crowd and give a speech because he'd be able to zone out and ignore all the people

He's way better at seeming chill when he's not nowadays

But anyway back to before

So yeah he would freeze up, he'd get very conscious of all the people, he'd get embarrassed

He started to notice that being embarrassed resulted in a certain reaction from him

If you're not catching on the reaction was arousal, and once he realized that, it started getting him super turned on

There was one instance where he popped a boner because of it and then got beat up for being queer

Was very happy when he got home to hear he was switching schools again

Didn't need to go back there after he got hard from that guy bullying him

"What? You like this, you freak?"

Has thought about it since then, it's kinda hot for him especially now that he's distanced himself from the whole event

He doesn't feel any shame about his kink, he's just embarrassed to tell you

I mean what if you think it's weird or you tell people about it

Thinks that would kill him

If he was just minding his business one day and someone said something about it to him, he'd kill them, but also he'd die

He could shoot all the blanks he wants but he knows people would still talk

Small Town and all

He thinks about you teasing him about it though

He gets off thinking about you making him admit what he likes

Now let's get to where he does tell you

Starts by saying there's this one thing he's into

Tries so hard to downplay it but he won't make eye contact with you

It's just uhh, he has this thing where he gets off on being embarrassed or humiliated, and now he'd like to change the subject, so were you thinking about seeing that movie that just came out?

Please don't let him change the subject you could have so much fun with right now

Tell him you think it's cute, he'll hide his face like you're making fun of him

You've never seen him like this

Don't let him hide his face, look at the way it gets dusted pink

"I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you?"

See him roll his eyes, but he won't say no

"so does that mean you're turned on right now?"

And see him splutter and look around the room

But nod his head yes, ever so slightly

He has a tendency to scratch the back of his neck when he gets shy or embarrassed

Honestly you could get him rock hard just by talking about his humiliation kink

And you do

You're going to ask him for specifics later but right now you're just going to tease him

Kind of a fantasy fulfilled for him because you start making him tell you how he's getting off on you embarrassing him

"Yes alright I like it, I'm getting off on you embarrassing me"

He says it defiantly but tell him how cute that is again and he's back to being flustered

Whisper something about it in his ear while you're in public and watch him try to hide how flustered he is

Be careful he's a little hesitant with public play

Really really scared of people finding out

Not that he's unwilling to do anything public

I very likely will make another one of these anyway so if you have something in mind you can request it

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[fandomz-brainrot]

Soft Boy (Katsuki Bakugou x Male Reader)

Originally posted June 4 2019

TW: Violence, homophobia, bullying, homophobic slurs

Reader's Pov   I was what you would call a soft boy. I was sensative, and way too empathetic for my own good. I wore makeup, loved cute aesthetics and flowers, and when I wasn't in my school uniform I sported oversized pastel sweaters and sky blue jeans.

You see, this would all be normal and fine if I hadn't been so STUPID and fall for the most arrogant, rude, and hot headed boy in the entirety of U.A: Katsuki Bakugou

Goddammit, I couldnt help myself. I mean, how could I? Just look at him! I thought he was perfect. And, I shouldn't. The bullies at school will just tease me more. They already know I'm gay, they'd probably use it as blackmail.

 My thoughts continued to drift as I stared at Bakugou from accross the room. Realizing that someone could catch me staring, I quickly averted my gaze.

Bakugou's POV   I felt a pair of eyes staring at the back of my head. I turned my head to look at them, preparing myself to go off on them before I saw (E/C) eyes quickly dart away. A small blush crept onto my cheeks, and I quickly turned back, resting my head on my hands.

Dammit. Why did he make me like that? I guess I just found him so... Cute?? And perfect??? But I'm not gay. I swear I'm not.

 Soon enough class was over and the bell rang, multiple pairs of feet shuffling out of the doors. I stole a glace at (Y/N), feeling my cheeks heat once more.

 This was so stupid...

Reader's POV

I quickly walked out of the door, making sure everyone was far in front of me. During class I had written a note to Bakugou telling him how I felt during class. I was going to give it to him later.

 I took the piece of paper out of my pocket. It was pastel pink and I wrote in purple pen. I smiled softly at it, walking down the halls. It was lunch. I never really ate, so why be in the cafeteria surrounded by hundreds of other people, when there was really no need? I felt strong hands push me into the locker, making me fall to the ground.

I looked up to see one of my most frequent bullies, his friends around them. They smiled at me. "Whatcha got there, fag?" He asked, snatching the paper from my hands.

SHIT.

  I felt my eyes prick with tears as I saw his orange eyes dart over the paper. He chuckled darkly before showing it to his friends to let them skim over the paper. They all laughed.

  "Really? Bakugou? You really think HE would like YOU? He probably isn't even gay!! Who would like you anyway?!" He yelled. He kicked me in the stomach, continuing to insult and tease me.

  I couldn't help it. I began to sob loudly. "Awww, did we hurt your wittle feelwings, gay boy?" The leader taunted. "You're so fucking we-"

"HEY!!"

  I looked over to the voice that had stood up for me, only to see Katsuki Bakugou. "GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU BASTARDS!!" The blonde screamed, his red eyes burning with pure rage.

  The bullies panicked and ran. They knew how violent he could be.   Bakugou ran over to me, quickly looking over me for any major injuries, and I had managed to wipe away my tears and stop crying. "I swear, I'm going to kill them later..." He mumbled, brushing his hand against mine. I didn't know weather it was intentional or not, but I blushed. I smiled sheepishly at him. He smiled softly back.

  He noticed my note on the ground a few feet away. He picked it up and read it over carefully.

  I covered my face with my hands, tears starting to run down my cheeks again. This seemed to happen a lot. He finished reading and looked over to me. "I-I'm sorry..." I said quietly.

  He scooted over to me and helped me sit up. Cupping my face in his hands, he wiped away the tears. "You dont have to apologize... I... I feel the same way.." He avoided my eyes and instead stared at the ground.

  "W-wait, really?" I asked.

"Obviously!! Why wouldnt I? W-well, since we know we both know we have feelings for each other... Will you be my boyfriend..?" The hot headed douchebag asked.

  I smiled and hugged him, nodding. He pet my hair, and kissed the top of my head.

---

From that day on, Katsuki kept all of the bullies from hurting me. He only told a few people, since he cared too much about his reputation and our safety to risk letting the word go out publically.

  He only told his closest friends, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, and Denki.

  Since then, I've been the happiest I've ever been. And I honestly wouldn't settle for anything else.

[gregorovitch-adler]

A "Client"

TW: Homophobia and offensive language

--

There was a potential new client sitting on one of the chairs. A tall, lanky man with dark brown hair, in his sixtes. His hair were all slicked back, and he was still wearing his trenchcoat. He was staring at both Sherlock and John, who were sat in their respective armchairs.

"Tell us about your case in detail," said Sherlock, after he opened his eyes. His hands were steepled beneath his chin.

"My wife isn't home for hours altogether," he began in a coarse voice. "She barely pays attention to what I say. Sometimes she doesn't even come back at night from her work." He paused to look cautiously at both of them. Mr Holmes, I think she's having an affair."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and stared at John in disbelief. John was a bit amused and waited for Sherlock to start firing his deductions.

When Sherlock didn't say anything further to their client, John decided to step in. "What brings you here? How can we help you with that?"

"Exactly, are you suggesting we muck around in the whole London just to spy on your wife? This is even beneath the detectives working in Scotland Yard," Sherlock said.

The client glared at both of them. He looked pointedly at Sherlock, specially. "I didn't come here on my own. My friend suggested your names, saying that you two would be of some help, instead of uselessly sitting on your arses and judging everyone. Actually, I don't even know what I'm doing here," he said as he began to get up to leave. "It's a wastage of time with you two fags," he continued and was walking towards the door of their flat.

"What did you say?" They both asked indignantly, in unison.

He turned around to look in the general direction of John. "Oh, you heard me alright. There has been enough coverage about your love life in The Times." The man had turned to face both of them again with his nose scrunched and brows knitted. "I don't understand why people like you have to ruin our culture like this. Publicly being in a... homosexual relationship and all," he said and turned on his heel.

John marched towards the bloke and grabbed his shoulder to stop him. "You're the one who came here for help," John began. His voice was dangerously low. "You don't get to insult us in our own house. Besides, how is your pure, traditional, heterosexual marriage going for you? No wonder your wife doesn't come back. Who'd want to face a bitter and complete arsehole like you, everyday?"

The man was staring daggers at John. "Let go of me or I swear this won't end well!"

Sherlock got up from his chair. "Try touching him and I'll make sure your wife receives your obituary to your address, or wherever she might be at the given moment. I can easily make it look like an accident. Now that would make an intriguing case, wouldn't it?"

The man looked at Sherlock with his fists clenched, as though wanting to kill him. He roughly freed his grip from John and rushed to the door of their flat. "Fuck you," he said and left their place.

John stared at Sherlock as he slammed the door shut and locked it. Sherlock turned around to face John.

Their eyes locked and they quickly went close to each other so that John could pull Sherlock in for an embrace.

John wrapped his arms around Sherlock's waist. Sherlock placed a hand on John's waist and the other on his nape to hold him.

They both stayed silent for a while. Breathing quietly, holding onto each other.

"You don't regret being in this relationship now, do you?" asked Sherlock after sometime, breaking the heavy silence.

John looked up at Sherlock and could see nothing but vulnerability in his eyes.

John shook his head. "Of course not. Wouldn't trade what we have for anything in this world," John replied softly. "I just hate how damn entitled people can be. He was the one who needed help with his stupid problem."

"I know. I hate this too. Not everyone is going to celebrate us, it seems."

"That's true. But I'm not even expecting for that. Just some basic fucking respect." John buried his face in Sherlock's neck.

"I get it." Sherlock's fingers were running through John's hair.

John looked up at Sherlock with some uncertainty. Then he placed his palm on Sherlock's cheek and they both leaned in for a soft kiss. John tilted his head a bit and kissed Sherlock again.

They touched their foreheads together. "I'm so glad to have you with me," John said, gazing deeply into Sherlock's eyes. "That's all I could ask for."

Sherlock nodded. "I love you," he said in a heavily loaded tone. Sherlock traced his thumb along John's lower lip and pulled him in for one more kiss.

John found solace only in Sherlock's arms and nowhere else. The whole world may fall apart, but he knew that he would always have Sherlock with him.

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Prompt Bitter by @calaisreno

Thanks for the tag, @calaisreno !

Tagging: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely , @totallysilvergirl , etc.

[cowboy-lover69]

What are we (Paul Allen x Patrick Bateman)

18+

mentions of sex and the use of slurs

I wanted this to be longer just didn't have ideas

Paul and Patrick lay in bed, both staring up at the ceiling. Sitting in the usual awkward ‘what do we do now’ after sex thing. Something weird had happened the last time they slept together, and Paul could not stop thinking about it. whether it was in the heat of the moment or not Patirck said…. I love you. Paul shifted a bit sitting up. He propped himself up with one arm and faced Patrick. 

“What are we?” Paul asked with a semi-serious tone.

Patrick dreaded the day Paul would ask this question because he knew Paul was exactly the type to ask someone this. Patrick hated this because he was growing some small feelings for Paul, and this question only temped Patrick's worst part of himself. The type that wanted more out of whatever this was.

“Nothing, I hate you.” After saying that Patrick rolled over so he wasn't facing Paul anymore. 

Paul let himself drop back onto the bed and went back to staring at the ceiling. Then just like nails on a chalkboard to Patrick, Paul started speaking again. 

“You kn--” 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Patrick quickly interrupted. 

“It was a serious question” Paul muttered with an annoyed tone, just loud enough for Patrick to hear. 

Patrick rolled over and sat up. He shot a glare at Paul, then let out a sigh. 

“I don’t see why it matters,” Patrick says. 

Paul turns his head to look at Patrick

“I mean…. We.. this is just sex okay.” Patrick insists.  

“Then why did you say what you did during sex? Surely that meant something, you don't just say that Batemen.”

Patrick felt a wave of mortification run through his body. Patrick shifted a bit so he was still facing Paul but now leaning in a bit. 

“It. didn't. Mean. anything. I swear Paul. trust me I would never in a million say that to another man, no less you.” Patrick scowled at Paul

This bruised Paul’s ego a bit so he decided to bite back.

“What you scared? Are you scared of not hiding yourself anymore? I mean I knew you were a coward but Christ… Batemen. As far as am concerned no amount of hiding that your a faggot makes you any less of one.” Paul's words were like venom. 

“Am not a faggot Paul. am just experimenting and by your logic you are just as much of a fag as I am.” Patrick had a nasty look on his face like he could kill Paul for saying such things, but Patrick knew better than to kill someone without some plan first.  

“At least I don’t hide it like a coward. I don’t go shouting it from the rooftops but I don’t hide behind women like you do. At least not anymore” Paul was fully sitting up at this point. He was sitting up confidently his muscles tensed and bent as he faced Patrick. 

“Am leaving.” Patrick at this point has had enough and started getting up and dressed. His clothes sitting messily on a chair and Paul's room.

“You know why I can’t… be who you think I am. Despite your seeming obsession with making me into it.” Patrick said as he stood in front of Paul's mirror getting dressed.

“I know why you won’t, but I simply don’t see your obsession with fitting in, With your friends and your work and your family.”

Patrick doesn’t respond until he finishes getting dressed. Patrick turns around to face Paul with a nasty glare on his face. 

“Don't call me Paul… consider this the last time we have sex. You are not worth ruining my life over”  Patrick walked out of Paul's room and then left the apartment. Paul heard the front door slam violently as Patrick left.

Paul was left with this hollow feeling of… well he didn’t know how to feel. It had all happened so fast. Unsure of what to do now Paul slinks back into bed and goes back to staring at the ceiling like there wasn't an empty spot next to him now.

Masterlist

[envihellbender]

Hunt!Sebastian paying John a visit

Characters: Sebastian Moran, John Sims

Verse: The Magnus Archives, TMA AU of Sebastian Moran / Moriarty (MorMor)

[CLICK]

THE ARCHIVIST

[HE SOUNDS A LITTLE SHAKEN, AS IF HE IS PACING UP AND DOWN AS HE IS TALKING.]

I found a tape on my desk. I have checked and double checked with security and with the CCTV coming into the building and everyone coming in or out of the building is accounted for. Was it posted here? It wasn’t in an envelope or anything. Maybe Ma- someone thought they were being helpful. But he- they wouldn’t open my mail, would they? Anyway. Here it is. Statement of Sebastian Moran. Regarding how he met James Moriarty.

[CLICK]

SEBASTIAN MORAN

I found one of your little tape recorders, Archivist, so thought I’d give you something to listen to. You know me. Basher Moran. Moriarty’s Tiger. The most feared sniper in Europe. Prince of London’s Underworld. That one is weird I think, if Moriarty’s the king, that would make me his son? Anyway. Yeah. It’s me, and I hear you’ve been tracking down me and Jimmy, listening to all our victim’s statements and all that. So I thought I’d give you something straight from the tiger’s mouth. There have been quite a few stories about how I met my Jimmy. Urban legends really. Is this one of them or is this a lie just to get under your skin? Only you’ll be able to tell, right Archivist?

Let’s quickly skip through the really boring stuff. Yeah, yeah, son of Augustus Moran and a servant he knocked up in his house in India. He actually had quite a few bastards you know, for some reason he took a shine to me and that’s not the compliment you think it is. He was a faggot, pretended not to be, and whether I killed the fat cunt or not is a little secret you already know the answer to, Archivist. Anyway, I’m the best shot you’ll ever find. Spent most of my teens at a shooting range and didn’t get sped through the army ranks cause of my surname. When your as brown as me and your dad dun’t wanna talk about you a name as common as Moran don’t help. So. I get quietly discharged cause if a nasty event that don’t have anything to do with this story, but you need to picture me as being out Army in my twenties and making a comfortable living selling my services. With a gun, by the way, not my dick sucking lips.

The thing about sniping, is it’s mostly waiting. You set yourself up somewhere high up and out of sight, if you’re good at it you can be low down and no one will find you. Sometimes it’s just you, snacks, drinks, your headphones, and that spare empty bottle you brought to piss in. Audiobooks are great for that. I got through all Chuck Palahniuk’s stories that way. Anyway. Got distracted. So. Most people assume Jimmy hired me, and nah, course he didn’t. He doesn’t do anything like a normal person. First, it was messages in my phone. A text message from a number that didn’t exist and any time I tried to call it instead all I got was a loud screeching noise. The text itself was just a set of coordinates and a time. I decided to ignore it, and five minutes after the deadline, I got left a voicemail without my phone ever had been rung. Weirdest thing about that? It was my voice.

Yeah. Apparently I had rang myself and left a message threatening me about what I would do to my eyeballs if I didn’t pay attention to the next text message. So that was fucking weird. But message received. The next time I got some coordinates I went straight there. First ones led me to a tube station. And when I looked at the train times screen, there was a message for me instead. No one else seemed to see it. But I swear to God it said “Moran. Go to the payphone I’ve marked.” Which is fucking annoying. God damn treasure trail without the treasure. Anyway, so I found it, and clever fuck had written “hi” with a heart drawn on it. Fucking fag. So when I got to it, it started ringing. I answered it and this soft lilting voice was in the other end.

He gave me a job. A good job. With a lot of money. And I said yeah, even though I asked why he didn’t just tell me instead that of playing some stupid game. He giggled and said it was fun. Now I get it. That’s just how he works. When you’re running around anxious and confused he’s feeding off you. That’s just a small way he gets a quick snack. So we went on like this for a while, giving me job after job. I got a bit sick of it, and whilst yeah the Web is really fucking powerful. But. Well, I’m the Hunt. And finding shit is what I do.

So I laid low for a while and between and during jobs I started tracking down my Jimmy. He knew, kept making jokes about how close I was. Maybe he thought I wouldn’t make it to him, maybe he wanted me to, or maybe he didn’t care. Honestly, Jimmy might not even know. Maybe he didn’t think about it. But. Eventually I found myself just outside of this big fancy flat building. One of the types in zone one where the front is fancy as fuck and the back is meeting the quota for affordable housing. I don’t care, if they live in the shithole they can’t pay me. I took the lift up to the top floor. The huge, massive, modern screen door greeted me when I got out. He has a penthouse you see, and the dramatic fuck has a spider web pattern all over it.

I was planning on being subtle, but the moment I got to the top floor, I heard a lilting giggle. I looked up to see a camera pointed directly at me. He didn’t say a word, just ended up with a click to show the door was open. I walked in. His house is pretty great but I’m not gonna tell you shit that might lead you to him. You know what’s funny? I hate spiders. I hate them. I hate them so much of course I noticed their was a lot hanging around my flat since this started. But I didn’t think they had anything to do with Jimmy. His penthouse though? Let’s just say he’s gone all out on the theme.

Anyway. I mostly came here to kill time because gotta shoot one of your librarians. Just some dickhead who stuck his nose where he shouldn’t. By the time you hear this, you might wanna make sure someone goes up to clean up. I knew this would be a great way to distract you. Once the statement started you wouldn’t be able to put it down. Hope you enjoyed my story, mate. There’s plenty more where that came from. My Jimmy? He’ll be in touch.

THE ARCHIVIST

[CLICK. HE SIGHS.]

Statement ends. Carson Throw was found with a very clean gunshot wound through his temples. The bullet was found lodged into a book about spider webs. Hardly subtle. There wasn’t much of a mess. Carson was very wrapped up in jobs for James Moriarty, nothing special just owed him a lot of money from card games and he was slowly trying to work off. It seems Carson tried to get out before his debt had been paid. As for what Moran and Moriarty want with me… Only time will tell.

[CLICK.]

[alinedreams]

A few more pearls from yours truly, for writing reference:

Forgetting the word in Portuguese AND English alike and then having to do gestures and mimicry until I remember the word in either Spanish or Japanese (which are languages I'm not as fluent in) and I'm like 😐

Mess up with "in", "on", "at" and "by" all the time because the Pirtuguese versions for those can have switcharoos sometimes

Exaggerate on "that"s because Portuguese uses words which would translate to it a whole darn lot

Saying "in special" (which doesn't exist in English, Ive been informed) instead of "specially"/"especially" because "em especial" and "especialmente" work under different contexts in Portuguese

Switching "error" and "mistake" all the time (when appliable) because Portuguese DOES NOT have different words for both (and in fact it does lead to some serious mess ups because we end up seeing every little mistake as the same as medical errors and vice-versa)

Sometimes literally translating ENGLISH IDIOMS to Portuguese despite Portuguese being my natural language, much to the confusion of plenty of IRL people

Sometimes not finding a term in Portuguese and having to use one in English to express my exact feelings at the moment ("awkward" and "creepy" being very good examples of precise English feelings that aren't as precise in Portuguese) and vice-versa ("nostalgia" just doesn't work as well with "saudade" under several contexts, the vibe ends up being very off)

Struggling with the fact "yonder" isn't nowhere near as used as "lá" and having to conflate both "ali" and "lá" as "there"; And yes, that's something Japanese people also struggle with, with ここ (koko), そこ (soko) and あそこ (asoko) meaning the same as "aqui", "ali" and "lá", or rather, "here", "there" and "there" again (or rather, the criminally underused "yonder", which is something that should definitely come back into mainstream English)

Accidentally misusing slang, swear words and even slurs because of heavy cultural differences (trust me, "viado" can be used in a far more endearing/friendly tone than "fag" depending on context, sure, but it's ALSO a slur and sometimes we forget homophobia exists and mistranslate the word, causing a lot of Very Troublesome Consequences; and yes, オカマ (okama) goes in a third, more hecked up vein in which it's ALSO used as an official gender vernacular by part of the community but is still very much a slur against gay men; the closest equivalent I can work here that would tie somewhat to both cases is "queer"). By the way? I learned the hard way that "bitch" is, under certain contexts, an unfair translation to "puta" and "whore" is a heavier word than "bitch" and would be a far more accurate translation in those contexts. "Bitch" would be somewhat more accurately translated as "vadia", which is slightly less heavy than "puta". Trust me, misunderstanding and misusing slangs, swear words and slurs is a great source of literary conflict when applied correctly.

Having trouble with puns. Like, trying to translate a pun or wordplay in a Portuguese post or news article to English and vice-versa so people around me can understand what the heck is going on is... Downright impossible. I have to literally explain the joke, which is an excellent way of killing the joke! But, in this case, it's akin to just pointing at an already dead horse and explaining why it died.

Pronouncing words of a foreign language with the correct accent, causing much confusion to the speakers of the target language I'm using at the moment. Did you believe most people here in Brazil spell "app"'s every single letter like it's an acronym ("apepê") and WILL look weird at you if you use the correct pronunciation? Did you know my name is spelled more like "ah-leen" than "a line"? Did you know 怖い (kowai) and 可愛い (kawaii) are almost indistinguishable under some thick American accents but quite differently pronounced in Japanese? All of those are prone to be "comedy ensue" moments.

im going to have a stroke

[eggcompany]

Blue Sugar Part Two

TW: Homophobic Slurs

Karen knew as soon as she saw Billy that something was wrong with her puppy. He had this look in his eyes, feet lazy against the floor like his shoes were too heavy, and he was quiet. He was quiet as she stripped him down, fixing his necklace when it got caught in his hair. He just wasn’t… right. 

She had the wand set out but he just didn’t look up to it. She was right, of course. Intuition. 

He curled up in her lap, keeping his tight green briefs on as he hid his face in her neck. She hugged him, running her hands up and down his spine. He just huffed and moved impossibly closer, body full of stress, hiding his face in the chair. 

“What’s wrong puppy? Tell me why you're all huffy.” She asked, turning so her breath fanned over his ear. His breath caught, hiccuping with a sob, he turned his face to look at her. She pulled back to take in the look on his face. Devastation. 

“I let Eddie Munson fuck me.” He confessed, releasing all the tears and sobs he’d been holding in. He moved so he sat across her lap instead of straddling it as he cried. He was pathetic and he knew it, crying like a baby over sleeping with someone. It made his chest hurt more than it already did. 

There were gasps and whispers around the room, Karen’s eyes widened in surprise. She just held the crying boy, petting him, trying to calm him.

“I’m not a-a fucking fag-got.” Billy sobbed out. It wasn’t backed with hate or lined with a sick disgust. It was like he was trying to convince everyone else, himself. His hands twisted the fabric of Karen’s blouse, desperate for an anchor. 

“We know. We know you're not. Did you… go all the way?” Karen asked once she cleared her throat. Looking down at his glittering blue eyes. Billy sniffed and nodded, leaning his head against her collarbone. 

“I went to his trailer to buy some pot and we ended up smoking and I get all… horny, when I’m high. And we just ended up having sex. Like… sex.” Billy explained and remembered how it happened. Eddie’s hands rolling the joints, his tongue poking out from his soft lips, his room all smokey and warm, his body even warmer…

“Did you want to?” Karen asked, the question holding so much more meaning. It caused the air in the room to still, all eyes on Billy as he shook, shame heavy on his face. 

“Yeah” He whispered so quietly it was nearly impossible to catch. He shook as he cried, shame and guilt crushing him for days finally letting up the more he said, the more he confessed. He felt like a baby, fucking pathetic as he clung to Mrs. Wheeler. But it was almost euphoric, freeing in a way. 

“Did you like it?” Karen asked, voice a bit louder, a bit more upbeat knowing it was consensual. Billy swallowed as he felt his cock twitch. All the images of that night coming back. He spoke against her skin, voice low and heavy. 

“Felt so fucking good and and he was so good at it and he was nice and he was gentle and his…um… thing felt so big. And his hands were so big and rough but like a good rough and his lips… Been thinking about it since it happened.” Billy said and shifted, he could swear he could still feel it. The way he felt loose and aching. But then he felt his stomach flip. 

“I just fucking left after. We did it and I just fucking left. Stuff dripping out of me and my legs felt all weird and I drove stupid and I ended up ruining my jeans and- and, fuck, I’m fucking stupid.” Billy finished as a fresh set of tears started falling from his eyes. He couldn’t help but feel bad about it, the look on Eddie’s face when he stepped out of the bathroom with a wet cloth and Billy was stumbling out the door with just his jeans on. Those stupid brown eyes, they looked so sad, they made Billy want to stay. Haunting him, every time he got close, those stupid big brown eyes looked back at him. And it killed him. 

“You’re not stupid puppy. You’re just confused. You got scared, which is okay, and you left. I bet he didn’t even get mad huh? Have you talked to him?” Karen asked and rocked side to side a bit, arms wrapped around Billy’s ever warm body. He just sniffed, one hand winding its way to wipe at his nose. 

“He just acted like it didn’t happen. Like he doesn’t remember. I can’t stop thinking about it. Can’t look at him.” Billy said, thinking of each time him and Munson ran into each other. He couldn’t stand to see him. Couldn’t stand to see his wild hair or his stupid tight jeans. Couldn’t stand to hear his voice, to hear him humming. Couldn’t stand catching the smell of his cologne and weed when they passed each other. Eddie just smiled at him, looking at him with that stupid face. Billy hated it. He loved it. 

“Why don’t you try again, come back, tell us, and we can help you better.” Karen knew it was wrong to play with the boy’s head. She knew Billy trusted them to guide him. But Billy was their toy to play with. Her toy to introduce more taboo things to. 

“I could- could do that. But I’m shit with words… you know that, Ma” Billy said and sat up, looking at Mrs. Wheeler. His eyes were sparkling, blue ocean waters catching the sunlight. She looked around, the other women’s eyes were all full of hunger. Like they were all thinking of the same thing. 

“You could record it. Maybe the audio would be enough. You can just try to explain it.” Karen said and Billy looked down at his own hands, fidgeting in front of his waistband. 

“I can… I have a camera” Billy said quietly. He remembered the camcorder that his step-mom had gotten, the big clunky thing that his dad hated and thought was a waste of money so they never used it. The stupid camera that came with a stand. He knew how to use it. How to record the tapes. 

He felt nervous, hoping it wasn’t wrong. But that was washed away when he looked up and saw Mrs. Wheelers smile and the other women’s happy claps and agreements rang out. 

“That would be perfect. We can make sure you’re doing it right.” Karen said and Billy smiled back, pleased that he was doing something right. He loved doing it right. 

-0-0-0-0-0-

Billy handed over the tape. He was loose from the joint he’d smoked while he was pacing in his room. He knew he should be anxious, but he just wasn’t. He handed over the tape easily from his jacket pocket. This wasn’t the Wheeler house but it was nighttime, they had to watch the tape somewhere secluded. So in this basement with a door locked upstairs with a sleeping man another floor up, he handed over his more embarrassing moments. 

He stripped out of his clothes, his loose boxers and socks covering him. He curled up on the floor between pedicured feet, under a soft blue blanket. It didn’t smell like Karen but that was okay when Mrs. Wheeler leaned down to kiss his forehead. He fell into a trance as a hand ran through his hair, scratching at his scalp. 

He heard the clicking of the buttons on the box TV, pulling the blanket closer around him, as if it would protect him from what was about to be seen. He felt sick, not the good kind of humiliated sick, but like he could puke. Like he could just die and sink through the cold concrete floor. 

But this is what they wanted, what Ma wanted. It’s what made them happy. He made them happy. That’s why they loved him.

[beah388love]

Torture

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist Legend Masterlist

Pairing: Reggie Kray x Fem!reader

Summary: Another gang torture you and Reggie tries to find you and when he does…

Warnings: Stabbing,Blood,Bad language,Burning cigarettes on person,Whipping with a belt,murder/killing?,carving initials on thigh,beating,punching,slapping,smashed glass,cutting someone with glass,reader nearly dies,reader is injured,injuries,reader takes medicine,stabbing,swearing,knives,guns,hammers!!!!!

(Please Tell me if I missed any warnings!!!)

It was late, I went out for a drink with my best friend, Dorothy and since it was getting quite late we decided to leave the club and go home.

The only problem is, is she lives on the other road from me so once I drop her off, I would have to walk home for awhile on my own.

"Bye dot" i smiled and she gave me a hug before I left her door step and carried on walking down the road all the way to the one dark alleyway I would have to pass.

I sheepishly walked down the alleyway and I was met with two men half way down.

"Looks like we've got compa'ny Charlie" one of them smirked.

"Yeah it does, what's a pretty gal like you doing here all alone?" He asked me.

"I'm not alone" I said and they looked at each other before chuckling when they saw no one behind me.

"Oh really?" They smirked and I nodded.

"My boyfriend, Reggie kray is coming to pick me up right now as we speak" I said and they smirked again.

"Well what a small world, because we were actually looking for krays gal" they smirked at me as they came closer to me and I yelled.

"Get off me! stop it!" I yelled and they laughed before one of them grabbed me by the arm and punched me in the back of the head knocking me out.

I woke up and I felt dizzy until I woke myself up more when I felt chains on my wrists and ankles along with the cold stone floor I was on.

I pulled on the chains and began panicking when another guy walks in.

"Ello Y/n, how are you?" He asks me with a smile and I don't answer. He blew his fag smoke in my face

"Now we aren't gonna hurt you, well we're not gonna kill you" he laughed and I kicked his shins since he was close enough to me.

"Ah! You fucking bitch!" He spat as he slapped me across the face and kicked me repeatedly on the waist as I cried out.

He took his fag from his lips and burned the hot ash onto my stomach making me hiss.

"Freddie! C'mere" he shouted and another man walked in.

"Let's show her what real pain feels like.." he said to Fred with a smirk as they both walked over to me.

———

Reggie's POV-

"You alright Sheila?" I lightly waved at her and she nodded with a smile.

"Albie! Y/n’s 'ouse" I said as I got into the car and albie nodded.

"I heard she went out last night" Albert said to me as he focused on the road.

"Oh really?" I asked since this was new information.

"Mhm, went down to the esters club" he said and I nodded along.

Albert parked outside Bees house and I went and knocked on the door to be met with a quick and worried Jimmy and Daniel Nash and Y/n’s friend Dorothy.

"Everything Alright?" I asked them jokingly.

"No reg! It's not alright! Y/n’s not come back since 6 O'clock yesterday" Jimmy half yelled.

"What?" I said worried.

"We went down to esters club and we left around 10 ish and we were both fine and she dropped me off home and I haven't seen her since, but she must've had to have went up the alley" Dorothy explained.

"Have you checked the alley?" I asked them panicked.

"Of course we've checked the fucking alley! We checked every fucking road around here!" Daniel yelled at me and Jimmy held a hand on his chest.

"Alright, well I'm gonna go look around" I said and quickly got back into the car.

"You alri-" albie was speaking but I cut him off.

"Go up to the end of the alley way" I said sternly and he nodded.

I quickly got out of the car and sprinted up the alley and something caught my eye.

An earring..the same diamond ones I got Y/n for her birthday this year, I picked it up and held it in a fist before putting it in my blazer pocket.

I was about to leave before I saw something else.

A tie clip.

But not any tie clip, a bright red one with three black lines I knew who this belonged to.

Charlie fucking Foreman.

"I've gotta get my brother" I spoke and Albie nodded as he drove to Ron's trailer.

I knocked on the door and Ron groaned.

"Yeah?" He said tiredly and I ignored him.

"Foreman, he's got Y/n" I huffed out quickly and Ron's posture stiffened as he rushed to the car with me.

"Albie! Klington Road down the second alleyway" I demanded and he nodded quickly as he drove off when me and Ron got in the car.

I held onto y/ns earring in my pocket the whole ride there.

———

"Fucking useless Whore" they spat as they left the room.

They tortured me.

They not only did that, they slapped me, kicked me, punched me, he carved his initials on my thigh.

He grabbed my leg and stabbed me in the thigh, blood pouring out of my leg and he twisted it inside before yanking it out and chucking it on the floor.

He whipped me with his belt and he smashed a glass at me.

Leaving me cut,bleeding,bruised, beaten.

I was so tired.

I was bleeding profusely and I was so sore.

I laid there and I couldn't help but cry my heart out.

My throat sore from screaming and shouting.

———

Reggie's POV-

We parked outside we had guns and knives between the two of us.

I walked into the broken down flat and i instantly heard muffled cries.

I busted down the door and I was met with about ten men.

They were weaponless.

Idiots.

Ron smirked as he grabbed his two hammers and threw them at two of the mens heads that then instantly died.

I fought two at the same time dodging mostly all there shots besides two that caused a bloody cut on the cheek.

I saw Charlie escape through the window but I didn't care I just wanted Y/n in this moment of time.

Ron sorted out most of them whilst I went looking for Y/n.

And then I heard it again the muffled cries.

I saw a door and opened it to be met with Y/n.

Bruised and bleeding with fag burns all over along with cuts and whip marks all over her too.

She was left in a white ripped gown that was blood-stained all over.

She was chained, I would've broken the chains but if I did it would have hurt her wrists and ankles.

"Reg! I've got a key" Ronnie said but went quiet when he saw the state of his best friend Y/n.

"Y/n?" He said and i ignored him and quickly took the key off of him and quickly undone all the chains.

Ron took his coat off and helped me wrap her in it.

I picked her up swiftly and placed her in my lap in the car while Ron and Albie were in the front.

Alberts face dropped when he saw Y/n and he quickly drove to the hospital.

Once she was taken by the doctors and she was situated and helped.

She was fast asleep in a hospital bed.

I stayed with her the entire two days she was asleep.

I left Ron in charge for those two days.

I was so anxious I didn't even know I could feel this type of emotion.

I was holding her bruised hand and was staring at her sadly until she slowly woke up.

"Y/n?" I said and she looked at me confused.

"What happened?" She asked me hoarsely.

"Charlie foreman, he hurt you pretty bad dove" I spoke slowly and softly and she went wide eyed.

She must've remembered what happened.

She began sobbing and I hugged her gently so I didn't hurt her.

———

It had been three days since then and nothing got better, Y/n was just continuously crying and if she wasn't she had cried herself to sleep.

She wouldn't eat anything, she wouldn't talk about anything either.

I was holding Y/n in my arms until someone knocked at the door and Y/n jumped which made me frown. She was so feisty I hated seeing her so..frightened. She wouldn't even go near Ron.

She only let me or her mum and dad go near her.

"Sh sh.. it's okay it's just Albie 'member, I need to talk to him about something" I spoke softly and she nodded before I gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"Don't go..please" she begged silently and I frowned.

"I'll be two minutes I promise" I said and held out my pinky finger and she looked at my pinky before my face debatably before connecting her pinky and shaking it making me smile.

I walked downstairs and opened the door.

"Member how y'a told me Y/n ain't talking so you can't help her or comfort her and Charlie legged it" Albert whispered and I nodded.

"Well it sounds bad but I found footage from inside the flat so we'll know about what they did to Y/n and where Charlie went" Albert said and I nodded.

"I'll be out in a minute Albie wait for me in the car" I whispered and he nodded and I shut the door.

I walked back upstairs to Y/n.

"Dove..I'm not leaving you alone but I have to do something really important, life threatening" I said and her eyes began to well up again and she began to shake.

"Sh sh.. im not leaving you alone. Im getting your dad and uncles to come round to protect you, they haven't seen you yet have they, they need to know your okay" I said and she nodded as she wiped her tears.

Y/n was still bruised and she had scars and bandages cuts but she could still walk shortly so I helped her to the car.

"I love you dove" I said softly as she rested her head under my chin.

"I love you too Reggie" she spoke quietly from her croaky voice but she still said my name how she always does. I don't know what she does but I love when she calls me Reggie it's not like how everyone else does it..it's different...it makes me smile.

"How have you been Y/n? You been alright" Albie asked her.

"Yeah I feel better" she answered and I frowned when I felt her wince when I accidentally held her bruised hand.

"Sorry dove" I whispered into her ear and she gave me a kiss on the chin to show I was forgiven.

We got to her house and was met with Johnny.

"Y/n!" He called out and instantly held her in his arms.

"God! what happened?" Johnny stiffened when he saw the bruised and cuts, scars, burns all over her .

Johnny looked at me and I shook my head as to not talk about it.

Ronnie came to the door and also took Y/n in for a hug and took her inside.

"Take care of her, I've gotta take care of some business regarding who did this, she needs to take this medicine three times a day." I said and handed Johnny the bottle.

"Who did that.." Johnny said angrily and I sighed.

"Y/n’s more important right now, take care of her alright?" I said to him and he nodded still angry.

"Thank you for saving her, we're here to help you reg, we may not show it because she's like our daughter but, we are" Johnny said sternly and I nodded before going back to the car.

———

I was sat in front of the screen, with Albert beside me and Ron behind me.

We watched the clip start with Charlie walking in the room and Freddie coming in too.

They punched her and slapped her and kicked her.

They burned her with fags as she screamed in pain.

Even more so when Charlie would burn the fag out in her open wounds.

Charlie picked her up and grabbed her leg as he then stabbed the knife into her which made Albert look away. He couldn't bare to see it since this was Y/n, our Y/n.

She was crying and screaming in pain as he stabbed her.

He then threw her to the ground and spat on her before he went to leave and she cried out a half-yell "You Bastard!" He then grabbed a glass and threw it at her as it then shattered into pieces attacking her skin.

It was gruesome. I was angry.

All I saw was red.

Then when we arrived in the footage, Charlie then ran out the window and he left and he went to the Mormons club.

I grabbed a gun and a blade, and a knife before I got up and headed down to the club.

It was late so no one was around but Charlie..he was definitely still there, he knew he shouldn't. Of done what he did.

Ron followed me with a hammer and a knife in his coat pockets.

I slammed open the club door that said closed.

And I was met with Charlie.

In the corner of the club he was about to run away but I stopped him by grabbing him and quickly wrapping my hand around his neck.

Chocking him but not killing him.

"Your gonna apologise and your gonna pay" I said before slashing him all over his body with the blade I had.

Ron stabbed him in the leg and he cried out in pain.

"Enough" I said and Charlie's eyes relaxed but were still widened.

"Put him in the boot" I ordered and Ron nodded before doing as I said, as he began tying him up.

Ron took him to the club and chained him to the wall out the back.

Whilst I walked to Y/n’s house.

———

"What happened?" Ronnie asked me and I shrugged I didn't want to say what he did to me it felt like it was going to happen again if I did. But I knew they had to know i trusted them after all.

"I- they tortured me- " I cried out and Johnny grew mad but Ronnie, Ronnie took me into his arms and held me as I cried.

"They burned me and cut me and threw glass at me" I cried out.

"But then Reggie and Ronnie came and they saved me" i said and Ronnie looked at me.

"They saved you?" He asked me and I nodded.

Then there was a knock at the door and i jumped and Ronnie comforted me whilst Johnny went and answered it to be met with Reggie.

"Is Y/n alright?" Reggie asked and johnny nodded before inviting Reggie in.

I slowly got up very unbalanced and I made my way to Reggie into the hallway and Reggie instantly hugged me.

"You alright dove?" He asked me and gave me a kiss on the head before I nodded.

"Y/n I've gotta to take you somewhere" reg asked me and I was confused but nodded.

"I love you two" I said and hugged johnny and Ronnie before leaving and they said they're goodbyes to me too.

Reggie took me to his club and I already felt panicked as to what he needed to show me.

He held me close and led me out back to where I saw Ron and Charlie.

Ron was slapping him across the face till his cheek was red raw.

"How dare you hurt her!" Ron yelled.

Reggie coughed and Ron looked over to us and Ron smiled when he saw me.

"You alright? You still in pain?" Ron asked me but I didn't answer I was too busy focusing on Charlie and making sure he was not going to be able to hurt me.

"Right you yeah? You are going to apologise to Y/n right now, and mean it" Reggie said sternly and slapped Charlie across the face and Charlie nodded profusely.

"I will, I will" He said and Reggie nodded.

"Dove, C'mere" Reggie motioned for me to walk over to where they were but I was so scared.

I felt like Charlie was going to escape and torture me again.

"He will not hurt you, I promise" Reggie said to me as he looked into my eyes.

I trusted Reggie so I nodded and walked over to them.

"Now? What does Charles have to say?" Reggie said and charlie looked up at me and apologised pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry please, I swear I'm sorry.. please" he repeated.

I didn't accept it but I liked to see him there pleading and begging for saving.

I liked it, I didn't but I did a part of me felt better.

" go back over to Ronnie dove" reg whispered to me and I nodded before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and walking away back over to Ron.

Ron held me closely as we watched Reggie tear Charlie limb from limb.

He broke his arms and legs and he stabbed him and cut him and he stabbed him in the face so many times he was unrecognisable.

Reggie spat on him before he walked over to me and Ron.

I gave him a kiss which made him smile.

Whilst Ron motioned to Albert to take care of what and just happened.

———

"Come on dove, its late I'm taking you home" Reggie said softly before he led us outside and he opened the car door for me and drove us home.

He instantly hugged me and he led us to our double bed and we laid there cuddling for hours and I quickly went back to my normal self in the next month.

I was feisty and funny and I was normal again.

Just how I loved it and how everyone else did.

[metalheadcowboy]

"Fuck did you just say?"

Shit. Steve sighed, hazy cigarette smoke seeping from his lips as he looked up towards the sky, grey clouds taunting the chance of rain, "Forget it," the brunette mumbled, a hint of sorrow and longing laced in the words.

This only seemed to anger Billy more, "Like hell I'll forget it," he retorted with an increasingly alarming tone, "Saying shit like that'll kill you one day, Harrington, saying stuff you don't mean haphazardly like it isn't worth a damn."

And maybe it was true that Steve hadn't thought about it much in the moment, but he'd be damned if he hadn't thought about it nearly every moment leading up to this one.

"And what if I do mean it, Billy?" he snapped, promptly plucking the cigarette they'd been passing from between his lips, throwing it to the ground mere seconds before the sole of his Nike crushed it flat.

He couldn't say he was much of a fighter anymore, those days had long past since he'd started hanging around the party, especially Eleven, wanting to set a good example or whatever it was his responsibility to do. But he'd be a liar if he said the younger teens doubt didn't light a fire inside if him.

"Trust me," the blonde started with a huffed out laugh before his voice went stone cold, "You don't." His gaze, borderline furious with a hint of disgust gave Steve a sick feeling in his gut, so much so that just looking at the other boy filled him up with dread.

If Steve didn't know Billy better he'd have though the teen was just in denial or really good at keeping up an act. But Steve knew Billy like the back of his hand, too well to know that he was dead serious. He pushed back the burning feeling in his nose akin to the signature sting of tears threatening to spill over and instead channeled his sadness into anger.

"How the hell do you know what I feel, Hargrove?" Steve grit with just enough edge that Billy visibly looked shocked, head spinning to look at his counter part, "Maybe I was an idiot for thinking you'd ever think the same about me, but you're the idiot if you think you know the first thing about what I'm feeling!" He was practically shaking with the force of his own emotions, half hovering over the old bucket he was using as a makeshift stool, but not quite standing.

Before he could even blink Billy rose from his own crate, the old wooden think toppling over with the weight of the backs of Billy's knees slamming into it, almost as much force as the blonde put into grabbing Steve by his collar and pushing him up against the sturdy brick of the alley behind Family Video.

They stood like that only for a second, breathing hard against each other for all the wrong reasons, Billy's baby blues clashing with Steve's own whiskey brown eyes to create a most toxic combination, "You don't love me, you just love having my dick up your ass, queer."

Billy's words cut like a knife, but only fueled Steve's rage, "Wouldn't exactly call sticking your dick in another man 'straight activity', fag," he spit, practically watching Billy fly off the handle, hitting a nerve.

He smiled, but in a sick sort of way as Billy's fist made contact with his nose, blood gushing out almost immediately down his chin, dripping onto his green work vest. Not having time to recover before the fist came back for seconds, this time slamming into the soft, vulnerable part of his left side, causing him to lose all control over his stance that he once had, falling to the ground once Billy let his shirt go.

Steve groaned, flopping onto his back, grimacing at the hefty "thud" his head made when it hit the asphalt. He weakly reached up to wipe at his nose, Billy rubbing at his knuckles all the same. Without another word the younger boy gave him one last look before striding away, pride still firmly intact while Steve's laid somewhere behind the dumpster.

And later he would go back in to Robin who would set his nose back in place and swear up and down to rock Billy's shit, but for now he just closed his eyes and basked in the small beginning droplets of rain soaking into his skin, shamefully wishing Billy were here to make it all okay again.