#he is fucking miserable in his abuse

[superconductivebean]

#560: Hogwarts Inquires - III

That's hit me.

MC was worried Solomon might turn her and Sebastian in to the Headmaster and they'd be expelled.

But what would Solomon's evidence be and why would Black ever care without any caught-on-scene for anything really, especially, when Solomon is easily annoyed by simply everything about his nephew.

Besides, even if he would have somehow convinced Black to look into the matter, who could guarantee him that his supposed wish to come true -- if we assume MC was right about him turning them in and that he wouldn't back down on his word (which I believe to be the actual truth, as Solomon was trying to put down / kill the both of them, MC and Sebastian, rather than to have them expelled or worse, sent to Azkaban; that's… the supposed sense of mercy this man has is absolutely vile).

But. Behind MC were Fig, as her mentor (and he would never let the opportunity of finishing his and Miriam's work slip away), also a person of trust to Black, and Sharp, as someone really worried about MC and who I think to be allied with Fig, therefore in the know to some great extent, and subsequently interested in keeping MC out of trouble, at least, of this particular sort, for Fig's sake.

Howevor, even if the toughest defense imaginable would be breached by sheer stubbornness of this man, even after a tactical retreat to Dinah&Matilda duo, what would be the evidence and why would Solomon be sure, that knowing his temper, whatever it was Sebastian took possession of was worth a legillimens from any investigator or, if Black wouldn't let anyone in, Sharp or Dinah.

You know. People who are entangled with Eleazar's inquiries about goblin activities and are likely in support of whatever party that fights goblins back. They wouldn't ever not to condemn the usage of Unforgivables, howevor, but would they cater to Solomon's vile wishes? Doubtful. They'd rather fight him off than let him do justice himself because killing someone for the sake of THEIR OWN good -- what really the fuck is wrong with you Solomon.

Back to evidence.

The Book could've easily be hidden by a third party.

The Relic, too.

But. If we're to jump forward to the dungeon, where it was already too late to change Sebastian's mind and Solomon came across The Evidence…

He destroyed the only evidence he had on them right away… The destruction of the Book would be the only a matter of Anne getting inside the dungeon and, enraged by the extent of it all and by how far Sebastian was ready to dwell, would have still casted Incendio.

The only solid ground would be the usage of Unforgivables. Which Black secretly or not so secretly do not condemn; he doesn't judge MC when she uses any of them in front of him. Meaning, Solomon's only option would be going straight to the Ministry, as Black would likely approve of that Imperio, but.

Given how reluctant was the Ministry. Given the fact Sebastian hadn't harmed anyone. Solomon doesn't have A N Y grounds to imprison him or convince anyone of Sebastian's danger to anyone. He doesn't have a chance on MC either, or he'd face Fig, who can contact the Minister directly at seemingly any time, and Sharp, likely being a man who might have a few things to say to anyone who're live in a disbelief of any cure existence and although it's not a crime, who're also induce that disbelief on unwilling or dependent others.

#днявочка #днявочка: hlegacy #eng tag #hogwarts inquires - en #i got angy with solomon again im sorry #i might've overlooked something but please allow me to enjoy the thought ofhim being absolutely petty in his attempts to ruin anybody's lif #anybody's life that is not impaled with malaise or curse #he is fucking miserable in his abuse #hashtag saveanne #she was only sorry about his death because two reasons one practical and the other sentimental #1) living without a legal guardian can cause legal troubles #2) abusers often make their abusees fully dependent on them emotionally #she was living under one roof with this man for so long she believed him and she gave up because he just... said so? #i dont believe a single thing this man has to say about her life or her injury / curse #even if there is no cure you cannot tell the uncarable there is no cure why would you want to worsen their life this vile way #and bash out on their ray of sunshine like _that_ and in front of a new person in hogwarts; a home to them #also remember that anne was the most reckless / wicked / unhinged? of the former slytherin trio #solomon could've broke her into this state for the same reason he dislikes sebastian so much. solomon might had never liked his brother #and seeing him in his children... well... how. fucking. PETTY. #i disdain this man so much. #you have NO IDEA.

[poisonousquinzel]

thinking about just how likely it is that Batman was the only person Harley told about having suicidal thoughts whilst in Arkham in Detective Comics #831

"I was seriously considering hanging sheets from the light in my cell and doing the maximum checkout when I heard this voice..."

Detective Comics #831

and how he knew when she strapped that bomb to herself in Batman (2016) #100 that he had to go after her because she was going let herself die in an attempt to end Joker's rampage for good but that she refused to physically do it because he didn't want to her Kill him and he told her that so she's found a middle ground

"We don't need to end it this way. He needs to be locked back up."

that she'd rather die than keep living with his presence in the world haunting her, haunting Them.

That if he did choose Joker, she wasn't going to disarm the bomb herself.

"Honey. You're talking to the wrong girl if you think he's not dangerous locked up in Arkham. It's like I said. That's not good enough for me. Not anymore."

the way he yells for her as she leaves.

"You're only going to get to one of us in time, Bats. Who's it going to be?"

"Harley!"

the way the two men stare at each other in the way they have so many times before, in those moments when Joker stayed or prioritized their fight over her. the way he knew Joker loved the thrill of it all and thought it was funny, thought there was No way Batman would leave him and that this game had to end as according to the rules. And that Batman would do so, he would follow the rules and save him. The way he immediately assumed Batman would choose him, choose his life and choose to stay and disarm the bomb.

And how Batman didn't do that. How Batman walked away from him, leaving him to die or escape or whatever, because He was choosing Harley and her safety and prioritizing her life over him.

The way he stared him in the eyes before choosing the woman Joker had always left to die over him. The way that it was always Him, it was never a question if he would choose Batman over her, but when faced with that type of scenario, Joker is the one that gets left behind to die.

The way she literally woke up in the hospital instead of them having a scene just outside after he removed it. because she didn't intend to live in one of the two options. the way the bomb probably did go off to some capacity because you don't just end up in the hospital knocked out for a week.

Him saying that he's glad she's okay, after everything they've been through, this war and Everything else. and the way he didn't brush off her concern

"I'm glad you're okay."

"Are you?"

"I had to bury my father again today. I did it with my family."

i just, i can't,,,,, i cant

#have i told yall how much i love batquinn because i really fuckin do #they make me miserable and emotional in all the best ways #we deserve more well written content with them FUCK #and like she COULD have killed that fuckin man when she shot in through the eye but she didn't because she knows how he feels about Murder #even tho j*ker had exposed his identity and was about to horrifically disfigure him in such a similar way to how he permanently changed her #and led her to believe he was going to do AGAIN #during the rebirth death in the family arc when she thought he was going to carve off her face #like she had such a solid reason to just kill him and she could have defended it to batman but she still didn't break that rule #that she knew meant so much to him because shes trying and she doesn't want to ruin the budding trust they've got #and just #i cant #i cannot do it y'all #AND SHE KNOWS HE'S BRUCE AND SHE DIDN'T MAKE A BIG DEAL OUT OF IT BECAUSE IT WASN'T SOMETHING BATMAN WANTED EXPOSED #BUT SHE KNEW SHE KNOWS #she heard J*ker say it right before she shot him #and like that just also something she knows he didn't want her or anyone (let alone fucking j*ker) knowing so her aiming for a non deathblo #just #tw abuse mention #tw clown boy #tw blood #tw suicide mention #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #batman #bruce wayne #dc comics #batquinn #♧ comic thoughts ♧ #♢ meta & analysis ♢

[irregularbillcipher]

i was thinking about that one au i mentioned a while ago of "human bill redemption happens but kryptos actually gets humanized and tossed into gravity falls first" which i said was mostly an excuse to have some wild character interactions but also. oh my god kryptos and ford's dynamic would be So Much

like ford sees this dude who is so attached to bill and is convinced that somehow bill cares about him and even that bill loves him which is So Obviously Incorrect and is just understandably projecting so hard onto this dude that he basically sees as a mistreated devotee. so he's trying so hard to not snap at kryptos no matter how awful he's being and to not be cruel to him and to try to get him to understand how awful bill is because he really just sees him as someone who Just Doesn't Understand how bad bill was; he sees him as a victim bill couldn't have cared about it because the idea of him being anything else is messy and terrifying. he doesn't want to grapple with the idea that bill could care about someone genuinely, he doesn't want to deal with the idea that bill could hold fondness for people

the realization that bill was a manipulator who never had his best interests at heart and never really cared about him was so important to his healing process and he shouldn't have to dissect the internal motivations of his abuser! and he's right, he shouldn't, but now there's this guy here who claims that bill cares about him and he can't stop projecting. because if he takes kryptos at his word then he acknowledges that bill could care for people and either he wasn't good enough for someone claiming to be a friend to care about, or worse, bill did care about him in some way and still treated him that awfully

and if he doesn't believe kryptos? then kryptos is yet another victim of bill's manipulation in which case ford just can't find it in himself, with the guy powerless and confused in a new form and a dimension he doesn't really know, to ignore him and cast him to the side. he shouldn't be responsible for bill's awfulness and he knows that, but he can't abandon someone he sees as a victim of bill when the guy is right in front of him and saying stuff that makes his stomach churn

and then there's kryptos who just hates ford so fucking much. and he has no right to! he has absolutely no right to, he's fucking deranged for being angry at the guy bill abused for... being abused by bill and not being okay with it but kryptos sucks!!! he's not a good person!!! and Nobody Gets Bill Like He Does and he's so angry that this guy who knew him for less than a fucking mortal lifespan is claiming to know his closest friend for literally trillions of years better than he does, to know what their relationship actually was better than he does

and he's quieter about it than he wants to be because he's at the mercy of the pineses and doesn't want to snap too much and risk his very mortal self but he's passive aggressive and plants all these doubts in ford's head because god ford, he liked you, don't you know how rare it is for him to like you? and you killed him anyway, you're really alright with looking at someone who liked you and helping to kill them? and you're really gonna tell me that the only person who ever actually loved me didn't really love me, what's wrong with you? is that supposed to help me? that the only person who ever cared about me was apparently lying? that's supposed to make me less miserable? maybe when bill told you that nobody else actually cared about you it was a lie but it wasn't a lie for me and i know that because he was the first person to ever be nice to me. great that you had your brothers, great that you had your ma, great that you had fiddleford-- i didn't. good for you that you had a few people in your life before him who cared about you, i didn't. he was the first person who cared and the only one who stuck around-- i remember what our mortal lives were like, and he couldn't get anything out of me by keeping me around, there was nothing he could have been using me for, so don't assume our relationships were the same. stop trying to make this easy for yourself-- bill loved me, he liked you, and you don't get to make this easy for yourself by saying he just wasn't capable of it

and it's just through passing, biting, mostly-calm-sounding comments every so often, conversations where kryptos doesn't even raise his voice, but he doesn't let up, because he's just so unjustifiably angry at this guy for being worried for him and for hating bill

#like kryptos IS more a co-collaborator than a victim but ford is correct that the stuff he's saying is Concerning #and his devotion to bill is Concerning! the fact that bill and kryptos genuinely care about each other #does not actually make it super healthy! not abusive=/= healthy and it's so understandable for ford to project and be worried! #but kryptos is just so fucking angry and ford is projecting so hard that it's just miserable for both of them #yeah andy you're right bill was the first person to be nice to you and he does genuinely care about you #the fact that you act like his fucking guard dog and want to see his abuse victim dead for the crime of Not Liking Bill is deranged #and ford being sympathetic to you is far more than you deserve

[bravevolunteer]

michael's physical fate mirroring his emotional trauma is so perfectly engineered to make me fucking insane and that choice was not intentional at AAAALLLL

#love writing a character with barely any/absolutely terrible source material with the rawest fucking concepts and symbolic threads ever. #it doesn't make me lose my mind at all #michael who has his insides hollowed out who is LITERALLY piloted around like a puppet only to be abandoned a shell of who he once was. #doomed to live on as something awful to stay hidden in shadows to despise looking in the mirror the sheer dissociation and dissonance that #comes with it. it is such a good symbolic mirror to how grief trauma and abuse has effected him how he can't look in the mirror without #seeing william. FEELING used after being beckoned to the warehouse under the promise of doing good and being of use and maybe even approved #of or loved only to have the last shred of a possible life taken from him. whatever william Intended in bringing michael to SL can you #imagine how emotionally devastating grappling with it was on TOP of literally fucking rotting. no wonder he finally decided on revenge. #this has been ping ponging around my brain all day and i could just let it keep spiraling sorry #⁂ ･ﾟ: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc

[textualviolence]

the thing that makes lan xichen jgy's true love is the fact that he in no way ressembles his dad. Unfortunately this also makes him unfuckable.

#enter nmj with his giant sword calling jgy a miserable worm so dishonorable he has no right to live #it just makes any crumb of approval that much more valuable. now jgy's on the floor begging just to be allowed to sit in his presence #a second with no active abuse feels like a tender caress #if he can get nmj to fuck him under those conditions theres no way he's ever even thinking about anything else #sorry whats that nonabusive sex with my loving soulmate who'll treat me with care and attention and listen to my needs? #unsexy. wheres my stand in father who will make me cry before during and after as i beg him for forgiveness for everything ive ever done

[one-winged-dreams]

Sometimes I just return to men that have these really fucking weird and skewed views on how they view and indulge in love and I plaster myself against the glass like

THAT ONE

I WANT THAT ONE

#i don't mean in like a creepy abusive way where one of them is miserable and being actively damaged #i mean like this man has NO FUCKING WAY of being normal about love because he either has never experienced it #or his views are being impaired by something from trauma to -gestures vaguely at whatever happened to nel- #and i CRAVE interesting dynamics and ways to navigate them #i just have to sink me teeth into something like that sometimes #just know it's not any pr/sh/p/// bullshit #i joke about not being normal but i at least can navigate a standard adult moral compass

[finexbright]

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#thinking thoughts that harry might actually be leaving his label and management and the whole three contract deal #wasn't a rumour at all because like what the fuck is actually happening #really fucking sorry but even if harry was straight. or wasn't with louis. he would NOT be dating this woman after everything #like every single person can see just how vile she is and how she's barely keeping up with her own lies #if you really want me to believe that harry is dating this woman who has no shred of self awareness #and has such a twisted view of things. and has been so cruel to so many people on set. and has supported #an actual abuser. and has looked down on one of the most respected actresses in hollywood rn. and has been spinning lies #then i honestly don't know what to tell you #i don't know how much truth there is to the nanny story but there was this quote about how she's fame hungry and how much she cares about #what other people and she's only with harry because of his fame and i think that was the only truth in that article #i don't know what sort of a hellish deal she negotiated with harry/his team but she was really fucking clever with it because what the fuck #convinced she doesn't have a team or publicist or whatever and that she's been pulling strings all along. anyways for fuck's sake #free harry from this mess and do you know what let him disappear for some time while she digs her own grave for her career #like you guys do see that she's been in the industry for over 20 years and has had so many career changes #acting/producing/directing etc and the thing that's gotten her the most fame is this pr stunt. is her bearding. says a lot about her #priorities and who she is as a person and if after all this you still think that harry is actually with her or that he's not #miserable with her. then boy do i have news for you. i don't claim to know him or whatever but like. any decent human would see through #her facade and back the fuck away. like any self respecting person would've seen her world of lies and said nope. i care about my life and #career goodbye. so yeah anyways hope this ends soon and hope she vanishes because it's clear that her career in hollywood is done for

[hellscape-halogens]

PEOPLE WHO CHANGE JOBS AS MUCH AS YOU END UP HOMELESS, ALONE, AND ON DRUGS. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.

#traumacore #drugcore #ventcore #ms paint #original art #this is the exact thing my father told me when i lost my job (which i had kept for almost a year at that point) due to covid and the fact #that i was not yet fully vaccinated... i had maybe 2 or 3 jobs before that. i fucking hate my father #I hope he goes the rest of his miserable fucking life filled with regret and I hope he hates himself. I hope he is in agony knowing he was #even WORSE than his own abusive parents. I hope he goes to bed every night crying and knowing exactly how he went wrong and still being #unable to do a damn thing about it because he's a quivering fucking pussy ass coward. who speaks to their kid in the way that he spoke to m #who in their right mind treats their kid like that? praises them one minute #and in the same breath tells them that they will never amount to anything? what a fucking loser and a coward. i hope he rots in hell. #all his children hate him and want nothing or minimal to do with him!!! I hope his heart breaks until the day he fucking dies. #he is a fucking coward and a pussy and a disgraceful excuse for a human being and an even more pathetic excuse for a “father” #EAT SHIT YOU FUCKING SELF HATING PROJECTING CLOSET CASE #SOME DAY YOU WILL ACHE LIKE I ACHE #that last part was a Hole reference btw

[daisies-on-a-cup]

actually you know what if you make will's dad an abusive parent i cant say i trust you much

#maybe this is controversial maybe its not #but i am TIRED of this interpretation of will's dad being some crazy abusive alcoholic who made will's childhood miserable #it doesnt make much sense and its that same thing i have with ppls interpretation of certain dc characters and their skin color #like. tell me WHY you think will's dad was/is abusive toward him. tell me about how you imagine will's childhood #and WHY you imagine it that way #is it bc will grew up poor? is it bc of some 'white-trash' southern stereotype you have in your head? #like tell me honestly and frankly bc otherwise i cant understand the choice to make his dad that way #i will fight tooth and nail to defend the good-will-dad hc bc the inverse of that makes me mad #giving will some 'tragic' backstory that involves parental abuse is in no way the compelling narrative you think it is #it actually detracts so much from will's character bc the POINT of his becoming is that he has ALWAYS been this way #nothing MADE will the way he is and the show literally follows will slow acceptance of that part of him #he's not 'dark' bc of some abusive childhood. that's not the connection we need to be making here and inserting this #cruel disparaging narrative that will's dad abused him with the only subtext being they were POOR is so fucked up #will graham

[evenstarfalls]

hate the fact that i accidentally headcanoned eli's middle name as john. "eliot john cardale he's named after his abusive dad that's so fucked up and awful" girl you made that up!!! you're misremembering they never said that anywhere!! you came up with the fucked up awful thing!!!

#I STILL BELIEVE IT TOO AND I HATE IT #when it's canon to me but i don't even want it to be canon to me it makes me so fucking miserable #i mean im pretty sure i made it up bc i couldn't find it anywhere correct me if i'm wrong #eli ever #vicious #vengeful #villains series #villains duology #ve schwab #he's done some heinous shit but i'll defend him changing his name with my life #ive always thought it was partially abt distancing himself from his abuser #and all the suffering he went through as a kid #tbf though #i'll also defend most of the heinous shit bc i love him #omg essay in the tags

[la0hu]

new york accent i'm dyin over hee-yah

#p #i hate this stupid 2000 piece fucking puzzle my sister brought. it feels like i'm being forced to do it too #bc otherwise she'll get upset if i don't do it w her. and she also gets upset if i spend time w miles bc she's jealous #but miles got sick anyway so i can't even hang out w him. also he has to do college apps rn so he's too busy anyway #also my mom is being insane and taking almost full control of his college app process probably under the excuse that he's sick #but anna was like talking about how mom is actually clinically insane and like. no offense but everyone in this family is fucking nuts #ESPECIALLY YOU!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME #i feel like i'm being watched and judged constantly around her. i can't fucking relax for a second. #somehow she even knows that i have a tumblr bc mom told her for some fucking reason so recently she was like #'are you on that blog? where you write about your /feelings/?' and laughed at me #like ok cool. never before have i been so glad there was a 12 year age gap between us so i didn't have to spend my adolescence w you #bc it was miserable enough between our judgmental mom and abusive unstable father

[tenok]

.

#another thing that drives me crazy us that some parts of fandom made ut hard for ne to enjoy things I like #for example when series 2 only came out I was invested into all edits with sad songs #about how Aziraphale loves angel!Crowley and demon!Crowley suffers #and than you came into tegs and apparently some people will argue that it's canon and not angsty au #*tags #and now it leaves bad taste in my mouth #or like. brainwashed Aziraphale ir Aziraphale that scared and under treat can be tasty concepts #while it's treated as 'what if' and not as 'it's clearly canon and we will build all our understanding of his character on it' #or Aziraphale's black and white thinking or him still believing that angels are (should be) inherently good and heavens are better than hel #I think it is canon! it did played it's part in final fifteen! but I can't say it because I think it's neutral or even lovable part of #Aziraphale as character (sure real life person would be insufferable with thanking like this. but also I would kill someone real who drives #like Crowley! who cares!) and you can't put it in tags without treating this either as flaw he will and *should* overcome #or proof of him being bad/stupid/abusive #like I don't care!! I want to say 'look at him my baby thinks he's the smartest and most holy being in this room' and boop his little nose #I can't even enjoy angsty headcanons about Crowley being miserable without Aziraphale #because one they treat this as being Aziraphale's fault and two it's again treated as canon #like I can take only so much fucs where Crowley lays face down into pool of his tears thinking that he's the poores lost puppy ever being #while not giving two fucks about Aziraphale being in danger him own being asshole to him in final fifteen and oh yes SECOND COMING AROUND #anyway yes I'm a weak link and should be eliminated yes yes #yrs I block and try to not engage and after some weeks I tentatively ready to enjoy *some* of this things again #but yes I still want to complain!! #no people doesn't do anything wrong bu engaging with canon the way they find enjoyable #I can't stress enough that it's a me problem #but of course my hatred turned onto imaginary enemy

[talentforlying]

10.     believe negatively shaped them into the person they are today.

10.     believe negatively shaped them into the person they are today.

chas chandler only ever wanted a simple life. john knew that about him less than five minutes into meeting him; could see the weariness weighing him down like a monkey on his back. sometimes he thinks it's why they became friends as fast as they did: that shared craving for the things they could never have. like freedom. like loving parents.

it made killing his mum for him a whole lot easier than it might've been otherwise.

second one for the list, right? he could've put it on business cards before he ever turned eighteen: witch slayer. mother killer. he tells himself there wasn't any other choice, and most days he even believes it; after all, facts are facts, and queenie was never going to let chas wriggle free, not when he was scared shitless of her and easy to boss around. john still remembers the night in that dingy kitchen when chas spilled his guts for the first time, every word pickled in despair, his face like he was halfway to being a ghost already. the first time he'd really wanted to give someone else a hug, though chas would have belted him if he'd tried. the first time something buzzed slick and bitter down the back of his tongue like murder and he decided to actually do something about it.

see, john had figured out years ago that the only person who was going to save him was himself, but that's 'cos his father didn't have magic powers — he was just a withered old shit with nothing better to do than work the knife in a little deeper every day, hoping his son would eventually crumble and do the job he didn't have the strength for. chas's mum, though, was fucking evil. you didn't save yourself from something as vast and untouchable as evil: you ducked down low in a corner and prayed that it passed you by.

but you could probably save someone else from it, if you were on the outside looking in. you could probably look at evil with a bit of clinical detachment when you knew it didn't really care about you, when you'd already been born bad and it saw something in you that made it primp and preen like it was looking in a mirror, instead of wanting to crush your balls just to see you squirm. queenie never liked him, but she knew he wasn't a MARK; there was nothing innocent in him for her and her sadistic fucking familiar to squeeze dry.

chas, though. chas had always been a good soul. not a fucking SAINT, mind — it was just that the same way john was born bad to good people, chas came from some divine provenance that slipped its grip and dropped him square in the center of hell instead of whatever average, boring, blessed crib he was meant to land in instead. or maybe god just thought it'd be funny to chuck an honest soul in the crucible fresh out the gate, and see what would come out the other side. either way, chas wasn't built to survive his mum, and she'd tweaked the design to make damn sure he couldn't even try.

so, saving a friend. that was the game. the first real game he ever played with magic, without needing to know a single fucking spell to do it. the first time he realized that he could do something good with something awful.

and winning, drowning queenie's familiar in the river with his bare hands, knowing it would kill her without him ever having to look in her fearful human eyes — taking life into his own hands, no matter if it was his or someone else's, as long as it felt the same amount of righteous — that was the first real fix.

being honest with himself, newcastle was inevitable from that first night in the kitchen, when chas put his head in his hands and looked ready to roll over and die. because john had always been a survivor, no matter the cost of living, and always figured that was the best way to be; figured if evil didn't mind him skimming a bit off the top, then maybe he could pay a few other people's ways, too.

it just took him too fucking long to ask what would happen to them if he ever failed to pay the tab.

@nightmarecountry / A MOMENT IN TIME PROMPTS

#nightmarecountry #murder / #murder cw #abuse mention / #abuse mention cw #me rattling constantine in my mind: it's about wanting to play war when the only person wearing body armor is you!!!! #it's about offering to split the check and then ordering the most expensive meal on the menu!!!! #it's about cycling around to doing the same things as the person you tried to save them from except they love you enough not to notice!!!! #anyway i never talk about queenie but i do think she fundamentally shaped constantine's arrogance in his abilities pre-newcastle #and also opened his eyes to the fact that he wasn't the only one with problems at home. the way she treated chas made him mind other people #whereas before he'd felt very isolated and very uniquely miserable bc he'd simply. never experienced anyone else's pain but his own #at least not in a way that they actually let themselves feel. not in a way that hurt them more than hardened them #so in a lot of ways it directly contributed to the newcastle incident. it made john Want to save people #it made him think he was the only one who Could #( headcanons. ) I'M JUST LIKE THE BASTARDS I'VE HATED ALL ME LIFE. #( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.

[hoonieshoney]

𓆩♱𓆪Synopsis: After years of torment, abuse and humiliation at the hands of your bully Park Sunghoon, you finally learned how to control your crying. He hates that. He can’t help it, he thinks you’re the prettiest when you cry. Looks like he’s going to have to think of other ways to make you cry.

𓆩♱𓆪Warnings: DARK CONTENT. Noncon/Dubcon, bullying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral (male rec), slapping, spanking, choking, dirty talk, cursing, smoking, degradation, creampie, hair pulling

𓆩♱𓆪Pairing: Bully!Sunghoon x Female Reader

𓆩♱𓆪Word Count: 6.6k

𓆩♱𓆪Taglist: @jooniesbears-blog @pockettwinzz @sunghoonsgff @jakeflvrs @snoopypupp @jwnghyuns @deobitifull l l @iveivory @acciojaeyun @lilyuwon @skylaly @stacey-stonem @nshmrarki

𓆩♱𓆪Part of the 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 but can be read as a stand alone; your choice!

[Author Note: thanks for being patient with me little ducklings. I’m happy to have you here and I hope you enjoy this! I appreciate every single one of your comments/likes/reblogs ❤️ ]

“Are you really crying right now?” He mused, his friends behind him laughing at you on your knees. You scramble quickly trying to pick up the last few papers that flew to the ground when you accidentally ran into Park Sunghoon.

“I said I was sorry..you-you don’t have to be so mean..” Silent tears stream down your face, avoiding his gaze as you continue to grab the papers. 

He crouches down and smirks at your tear stained cheeks, he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him. Big eyes stare into his sharp eyes as the tears continue to fall.His gaze was hard and dark, laced with amusement as he watched your trembling bottom lip and wet cheeks. 

“You’re such a fucking cry baby,” he sneers. 

You shake the memory out of your head watching Sunghoon enter the classroom with Lee Heeseung. You’ve known of him and his stuck up friends since the first day of college, he was apparently a wonderful person. He has lots of friends, he's a top student, his family comes from money, he has pretty girls hanging around him all the time. You never really saw that side of him. 

It was as if it was his personal mission to make you miserable. You bumped into him and fell straight onto your ass the first day of college and he made it his goal to make you cry every chance he got since that day. Branding you with the humiliating name, cry baby. Everyone knew who you were and they also loved to taunt you with the degrading name.

Thankfully, you grew out of that humiliating phase. Since starting your third year of college, it's almost like you’ve become numb to the constant name calling, tripping, pushing, and humiliation at his hands. You don’t cry anymore. You have no tears left to give him. Just one more year of college, and you’ll be free from ever having to see that smug little grin of his. 

“Hey cry baby, nice sweater.” A deep chuckle enters your right ear. You roll your eyes and focus on your laptop screen, you can see Sunghoon out of your peripheral vision as he starts to walk behind your seat to get to his seat. He grabs a handful of your sweater at the neck and pulls harshly causing your head to jerk back a little. 

He watched your face stay nonchalant and stare at the laptop in front of you. Rolling his eyes he lets go of the fabric and takes his seat next to his best friend Jake a few seats down. “I think you broke her,” the Australian muses. He looks at you again as you continue to type on your computer, not sparing him a second glance.

“Nah, she’s still a cry baby.”

“You haven’t made her cry in like two years, dude. I don’t think she carries that title anymore.”

He smirks at his friend, “I just need to be more creative is all.”

“You’re so down bad for her,” Jake laughs leaning back in his chair. “I don’t get it, you can have anyone you want on this campus. Why do you have such a hard on for her?”

“I don’t have a hard on for her.” Sunghoon sighs looking at you again, you’re still typing, your face in a concentrated pout.

“You can’t lie to us, you have those fuck me eyes everytime shes around.” Heeseung snorted, taking his seat with them. 

He looks at him and shrugs, “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

He’s lying. He does have the “fuck me” eyes everytime you’re around. He can’t help it, seeing you cry gives him a raging hard on. He usually doesn’t get his head wrapped around girls, but fuck, when you’re crying…it does something to him, it wakes something in him. And it’s been two fucking years since he’s seen those pretty eyes shed tears, and he’s slowly loosing his fucking mind. 

“Maybe you should try being nice to her, Hoon, girls like romantic shit.” Jake teases nudging him with his elbow. 

He cocks his head to the side and smirks at his friend, “ah, Jakey. I don’t want to be nice to her..” his eyes shifted to you again. “I want to fucking break her.”

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“How was class?” Your best friend and roommate Sunoo smiles at you when you leave your classroom. “Tiring, all I can think about is sleep.” You mumble as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.

“Yeah? We can have an early dinner and call it a night if you want?” 

“Early dinner sounds great, but I have to spend some time at the campus library tonight, I need to finish my research paper.” 

“Do you want me to go with you?” He smiles as you both walk in the direction of the building's exit. You shake your head, “No, I’ll be fine Sun, it’ll be boring for you.”

“I don’t mind, you’ve been so stressed lately, I just want you to take care of yourself.” He pulls you closer to him squeezing you.

“I know Sun, once this research paper is done I’ll take a break. Maybe we can take a mini trip somewhere.” You smile squeezing him back.

“It’s a deal babe, let's get some food in you so have some energy for your study session.”

Obnoxious laughter rings in your ears making you internally recoil, “don’t pay attention to them.” Sunoo mumbles leading you out of the building. 

“I never do.”

Sunghoon, Heeseung, and Jake shove themselves in between you and Sunoo knocking his backpack off his shoulder and your textbook out of your arms. “Oops! Sorry!” Sunghoon said dramatically, placing his hand over his heart with a faux shocked expression. 

“Asshole,” Sunoo mumbled, grabbing his backpack. Sunghoon’s face quickly turned hard as he cracked his neck to the side with a glare. “Did you say something?”

“No…”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

The three boys laugh, Sunghoon kicks your textbook further away before shooting you a wink and walking away with his friends. Who would have thought you’d still be dealing with immature bullies into adulthood? 

“You okay Sun?” 

He grabs your textbook and smiles softly, “I’m fine, come on. Let’s go home.”

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It's 9:40 in the evening when you finally look at the library clock. Looking around as you straighten your back and stretch your arms, you notice the library is empty. It was convenient that the campus library stayed open until midnight, the only inconvenience was the fact that it was usually empty and slightly eerie past eight pm. 

Must be his lucky day. 

“Well, well, well, look what we have here..” A taunting deep voice chuckles out. Of course. 

“What do you want, Sunghoon? I’m busy.” You don’t even look at him when you speak. Focusing your attention back to your laptop as you continue to type your research paper. 

“Can’t I just say hello to you?”

“No.” 

“Why not, cry baby?”

You finally spare him a small glance from your laptop to look at him. Both his palms are pressed on the table and he has that signature smug look on his face, his dark hair falling in front of his eyes. Rolling your eyes you look back down to your work. What was with this asshole?

“I haven’t cried in two years, Sunghoon. I don’t want to be called that anymore. And I don’t want to talk to you. There’s nothing I have to say to you.” You never break eye contact with your work as you bite every word at him. 

Walking over to you he stands behind you and places both of his hands on your shoulders roughly squeezing them. 

“You really need to learn some manners, cry baby. That was incredibly rude, I’m being nice here.”

His condescending tone caused something to snap inside of you and before you could think you scooted your chair from out under you, quickly knocking the back of the chair into his stomach causing him to groan out in surprise and pain. “I’m rude? Sunghoon, you’ve been nothing but a dick to me since the first day of classes. And now you expect me to sit here and be polite to you? Fuck you.”

Just as quickly as you snapped, at hearing your tone and words something snapped in him too. An eerie smile took his face, both canines fully exposed to you, before you could sit back down his hand was around your throat and pushing you up against the nearest bookshelf aggressively. The shelf shook on impact and a few books toppled over to the floor.

“O-Ow..S-Sung-”

“Shut the fuck up! You think you can get away with talking to me like that? You stupid bitch..” His tall frame towered over you, his hand keeping a tight grip on your throat restricting the airflow. Panic starts to rise, you try to escape his grasp but his hand only squeezes harder. Both your hands try to pry his large one off scratching at his smooth skin, he clicks his teeth and pulls you forward a little before slamming your back against the shelf again knocking more books off of the shelf. 

And then, it happens. His dark eyes twinkle watching your waterline brim with tears. Another eerie smile takes over as he moves his face closer to yours, he squeezes your neck a little harder, moving his face closer and you choke out a gurgled sound and let the tears spill over and stream down your red cheeks. This was different from any previous time he’s seen you cry, the panicked look on your face, your parted lips gasping for air, this feeling he had was new. 

He hums and takes in the delicious sight he’s been missing for two years. So this is what he has to do. His cock is twitching at the sight, but he wants to build this up. Rubbing the tip of his nose against yours he sighs, licking his lips he sticks his tongue and licks the stream of salty tears off both your cheeks. 

“See you later, cry baby.” He grins, throwing you to the floor. You land on your back and cough aggressively letting the airflow back into your lungs. Your back is now radiating with more pain from the impact of the wooden floor. He watches you for a few seconds with an unreadable look before he walks away.

This was different from every time before.

Oh cry baby, you’ve just opened Pandora's box. 

You lay for a few minutes replaying the events. He’s always been rough with you, but he’s never choked you before. He usually never went further than a shove to throw you off balance..but this?...he choked you..and licked your tears?

Sitting up, you cry. For the first time in two years, you sob into your hands at the assault just taken on your neck. What the fuck. Do you tell someone? He’s got connections everywhere, would they even believe you? Was this going to happen again?

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“Fuck..”You mumble rubbing the bruised skin of your neck looking in your vanity mirror. It’s sore and covered in shades of red and purple bruising. 

“You look out of it..are you okay?” Sunoo asks, startling you as he enters your bedroom. You jerk up the fabric of the turtleneck you’re wearing avoiding his gaze through the mirror, “isn’t it kind of warm for a turtleneck?”

Patting the sweater down on your neck more you shrug avoiding his worried gaze, “I feel cold.”

“You know I can tell when you’re lying right?” He sits on your bed with a piece of toast between his teeth. 

“I’m just tired and cold, I don’t know what you want me to say.”

He studies your face for a few seconds. The bags under your eyes are prominent, your hair is disheveled like you tossed and turned all night and didn’t bother brushing it out of exhaustion. He knows you’re lying, but he won’t push it, he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable. 

“I made extra breakfast, you should eat before class today.” He redirects the conversation showing you his toast. 

“I’m not really hungry Sun, I promise I’ll get a good lunch. I just need to get to class a little bit early today, I didn’t get much work done last night.” You place your backpack on your bruised back and wince slightly. Your back was also painted in bruised hues from the impact of the library floor. 

His eyebrows raise slightly, “really? You were gone for hours?” You can tell he’s studying your reactions and responses, you avoid his eyes again, if you looked into the eyes of your sweet best friend you knew the waterworks would be inevitable. 

Grabbing your backpack you give him a small smile still avoiding looking into his eyes, “It was hard to focus, I think going to class early will work out better.”

“Oh okay, well, be safe..please eat!” He calls out after you as you grab your keys and leave your shared apartment. 

You couldn’t sleep. You stayed up most of the night staring at the ceiling and replaying the events of the library. You never cried out of fear of him before, the tears were always out of frustration and embarrassment. But last night, the look in his eyes had you feeling genuine fear of him for the first time. 

Entering the campus building you feel relief, it's still twenty minutes before the scheduled class and only a few students were around. That is until you see a familiar tall frame in the hallway near the classroom you need to go to. He’s laughing at something Heeseung is showing him and Jake on his phone. Fear creeps on your skin causing goosebumps, surely he wouldn’t do anything in broad daylight, right?

You take your phone out of your back pocket and pretend to send a text as you keep your head hung low and walk quickly past the boys. Out of your peripheral vision they don’t seem to notice or pay attention to you. Entering the empty classroom you finally let the breath out that you’ve been holding in, walking to your seat.

“Are you avoiding me, cry baby?” His deep voice creeps up from the doorway. 

Fuck

“Sunghoon..I don’t want any trouble. I won’t tell anyone about the library..just please, leave me alone.” You whispered avoiding looking at him as you unpack your backpack. 

“Nice turtleneck,” you can hear the smugness in his tone and hear his footsteps approaching. He can see you tense up and it only adds to his excitement. 

“I just wanted to apologize,” He jumps up and sits on the desk next to your schoolwork. 

Apologize? Sunghoon wants to apologize?

“...Really?”

“Yeah, I got a little carried away last night..you just really hurt my feelings. I’m not good at rejection, especially from someone I really like.”

He was trying hard to keep his voice steady but he really wanted to laugh at how stupid he sounded. He watches your eyes finally look at him in confusion. 

“You like me? I don’t believe you...”

“I really do, I guess I’ve been a little immature at my approach. I’m like those little boys with a crush and pulling on the cute girls' pigtails to get their attention.” He tried really hard to make his smile soft but he really wanted to scoff at how much of a pathetic loser he sounded, he needed to make this believable. 

He watches your brows furrow with a cute pout.

“I think..you’re fucking with me. You choked me, Sunghoon.”

“You know you technically hit me first, baby. With the back of your chair, some would say I acted in self defense.” He said, trying to keep his tone light and playful. 

“I..that was an accident..” You shake your head looking at the floor.

His long fingers grabbed your chin gently forcing you to look at him. His gaze was soft, his pretty pink lips in a gentle smile, his face was close enough to yours to smell his toothpaste and the faint linger of cigarettes. 

“It still hurt me baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. But you meant to hurt me.” 

He watches your eyes widen and pink tint your face, he bites back the cocky grin he’s desperate to show. He knows he’s sending you mixed signals, he’s doing it on purpose. 

“You didn’t..you didn’t have to choke me and throw me on the floor.”

“I know baby, that was a fucked up thing I did. Let me make it up to you.” He ran his thumb across your bottom lip making it pout more. 

“How?”

“Meet me at Jake’s party tonight”

“I don’t go to those things. And I don’t trust you...”

“I know we’ve had a shaky past, baby, but how can we get past it if you won’t let me show you how sorry I am?”

“Why a party? Can’t we go out to dinner or something?”

Got ya, cry baby. You think this is a date, haha. 

“It’s a casual setting for us to get to know each other better. Make sure we’re really compatible before we do the other stuff.”

“I don’t know…”

Jake and Heeseung stand in the doorframe watching the scene with amused but confused smirks on their faces. 

“Don’t think about it too much, just meet me there.”

Another student enters the classroom, he releases your face and hops off the desk and walks to his seat with the two boys trailing behind. 

“I’ll be waiting for you.” He smiles at you before sitting down, leaving you more confused. 

“So it looks like things took a positive turn with your girl?” Heeseung smirked. 

“Yeah, are you paying her to talk to you or something.” Jake teased, causing Heeseung to laugh.

“Fuck off, I have a plan.”

“A plan? Oh fuck, this outta be good.” Heeseung smirked. 

“I have it all sorted boys. By the way..how is your angel doing? Haven’t seen her around school much anymore.” Sunghoon asked, cocking an eyebrow at his older friend trying to take the attention off of him.  

Heeseung’s smile turned wolfish, a small dangerous gleam in his eye. “She’s...taking the rest of the semester off. But, you’ll see her tonight at the party.”

“Why did she leave in the middle of the semester?” Jake asked, pulling his laptop out. “Don’t worry about it. We’re not here to talk about me and my girl. We’re here to talk about Hoon's lame ass plan.”

“Fuck off, asshole. I’m just playing with her head for a bit..”

“You’re such a sick fuck.” Jake laughed with Heeseung, throwing his head back. “Ah, poor girl.”

“So is Heeseung! He literally fucked the pastors daughter on a church altar.” Sunghoon rolled his eyes at his laughing friends. 

“That’s true, Heeseung you’re a sick fuck too!” Jake continued laughing clutching his stomach.

“You have no room to talk, you jerk off in your step sister's panties.” Heeseung scoffed. 

Jake stopped laughing but kept a playful smile on his lips. “I do, ahh, my pretty pretty step sister.” He hummed, closing his eyes.

“You’re the sick fuck.” Sunghoon mumbled. Jake’s step sister was really hot. 

“Anyways.” Heeseung interjected, “seriously man, what is your plan?”

“None of your concern.” Sunghoon shrugged. The two older boys looked at each other skeptically.

“What?” He was beginning to get annoyed. 

“We just don’t understand your motive here, man. Are you just trying to fuck her? Or is there something deeper going on?” Heeseung asked, leaning back on his desk chair.

Sunghoon sighed, “I’ll let you know that when I figure it out.

That was the truth. 

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Walking into Sunoo’s room you sit on his bed, grabbing a pillow and hugging it to your chest. His back is turned to you while he’s playing and cursing at a computer game.

“Something weird happened today, Sun.”

“Yeah? Tell me what FUCK-tell me what happened?” He says with his eyes still glued to the gaming screen.

“I think Sunghoon asked me out.”

The clicking of buttons on his computer abruptly stopped, the clink of his controller hitting the desk made you chew your bottom lip nervously. He swiveled his desk chair around to face you, with a confused and appalled expression on his face.

“Elaborate?”

“He apologized for…” you paused remembering not to tell him about the library incident “being an asshole these past few years. He said he was trying to get my attention because he likes me. He wants me to hang out with him tonight at Jake’s party.”

“You’re not going, right?”

“I don’t know…”

He stares at you for a minute and laughs humorlessly, “you’re not seriously considering meeting up with him? After everything? You’re willing to forget about all the torment he gave you because he gave you some bullshit confession and a pretty boy smile?”

“Sunoo..”

“No. You can’t be this stupid, it’s obviously a setup! He’s never spared you a second glance, now all of a sudden he likes you? It has to be a prank, he’s trying to humiliate you.”

His words hit you in the chest, you know he’s coming from a good place but it stings. The familiar pain of rejection resurfaces in your heart with its insecurities attached. Sunghoon is popular, he has no problem landing dates, and you? You were his amusement, maybe Sunoo was right, this was a setup. Still the lingering thoughts that maybe he could genuinely like you battle against the logical side of your brain. 

He sees the sadness on your face and immediately regrets the harshness of his words. 

“Shit, I didn’t mean it like that babe. He’s not a good-”

“It’s fine Sunoo, I’m gonna get some air.”

He sighs and watches you throw his pillow back on his bed and walk out of his bedroom. He didn’t mean to make you sad, but this whole situation with Sunghoon left a bad taste in his mouth, there was no way in hell Sunghoon liked you like that. 

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Your feet led you three blocks down to the familiar block of frat and sorority houses, the loud party music could be heard from the second block. Still clad in your turtle neck, jeans and sneakers you felt out of place looking at all the beautiful girls adorned in mini skirts and bright red lipstick. 

Maybe coming here was a mistake. Maybe Sunoo was right, this was a trap.

Your feet made the decision for you, led you inside the house. After a few minutes of walking around and no sight of Sunghoon you spot Heeseung with his girlfriend, who looked as out of place here as you did, talking to Jake. 

You walk over nervously, their conversation stops when they see you approaching. Heeseung’s girlfriend offers you a genuine sweet smile. Clearing your throat awkwardly, “sorry to interrupt, I was just looking for Sunghoon.” The two boys exchange a look. 

“He’s in one of the bedrooms, not sure which one, down that hall.” Jake answered, pointing to the hallway across the living room. 

“Thanks..”

Walking down the hallway you can see a dim light peeking from underneath one of the closed bedroom doors. Opening the door, your stomach drops and immediate bile rises in your throat at the sight in front of you. Sunghoon was sitting on the bed, legs spread wide, both palms on the bed,his pants pulled down on his thighs, and a cocky grin plastered on his face, like he was waiting for you. In front of him a girl was on her knees, you could hear the lewd slurping sounds from her mouth on his cock. His eyes bore into yours as you stood watching him get a blow job from this random girl.

He watched the tears fall down your cheeks and your mouth tremble. Ah, such a pretty fucking sight. It further proved his point, your pained tears were so much sweeter than your humiliation tears. 

“What’s wrong baby?” He asks sarcastically, tilting his head to the side. 

The girl on her knees looks at him and notices he’s not looking at her and pops her mouth off his cock to follow his line of vision. “Who is she?” She taunts looking at you up and down. 

“No one. Keep going.” He doesn’t even spare the girl on the floor a glance, she wraps her lips back around him as he continues to stare into you waiting for your next move.

Unable to stand the sight you turn on your heel and leave. Millions of thoughts running through your head. You were so fucking stupid, how could you for a second even think he would actually like you. He’s always hated you, you should've seen this coming. Sunoo was right. 

Leaving the party you fast walk outside desperate to get fresh air into your lungs, it felt like everything was tightening around you. You need to get home, the familiar faces of all of your tormentors were surrounding you, all murmuring and laughing at the familiar sight of tears on your face.

“Guess she’s still a cry baby.”

“Does she ever not cry?”

“She does this for attention.”

Jake and Heeseung stand in the corner watching the scene unfold. 

“Should we go check on her? She’s crying.”

Heeseung smiled at his sweet girlfriend kissing her temple, “No, angel. Sunghoon will take care of it.” 

As if on cue Sunghoon emerged from the hallway, Heeseung motioned to the front door with his chin letting him know where you went, he smiled at his friend before following you outside. 

“Where are you going, cry baby?” His taunting voice calls out to you, stopping in your tracks on the sidewalk you turn to face him. 

“Is that what this was? All of this just make me fucking cry? What the fuck is wrong with you?! I’m a human being, Sunghoon! I have feelings, I should have never believed your bull shit you stupid-”

Rolling his eyes, he wraps his hand around the back of your head, pulling you into a forceful heated kiss shutting you up. Your sudden gasp of surprise allows his tongue to slip into your mouth, massaging against yours as his teeth graze against your lower lip while he forcefully pushes you against a parked car successfully trapping you. 

He slips his leg between yours grinding it against your clothed cunt which snaps you back to your senses and you push him off of you with all your strength. His pretty pink lips swollen from the aggressive kiss.

“Stop doing this! You’re sending me mixed signals! Stop fucking with me! Just stop!” You yell.

You shove him again and start walking back to your apartment. You can hear his deep chuckle.

“Ahh, cry baby. If you walk away from me I’m going to have to chase you. And if I catch you, baby. It won’t be fun for you.”

The last sentence sounding more menacing then the rest of his statement only makes you walk away faster from him. He rubs his hands over his face letting a wide feral grin take over his face. 

It only took four long strides of his long legs to catch up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground. 

“Sunghoon! What the fuck!!“

He manhandled your body in between a bush and the wooden fence out of sight thanks to the cover of the nighttime. The loud music of the party only drowns out the sound of your voice. 

The panic on your face only fueling his dark desires more. He wanted to see just how much he could get you to cry. 

“Suck me off and I’ll leave you alone.” 

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Make me cum and I won’t bother you anymore.”

“I don't trust you.”

He grips your shoulders roughly and forces you on your knees in front of him.

“Shut up and open your mouth.”

You nervously watch him unzip his jeans and release his cock, it’s bigger than you thought. Probably the biggest you’ve ever seen. And you'd be lying if you said it didn't make your mouth water slightly.

“I don’t want to suck you off. You just had some sluts mouth on it, I’d rather not catch-“

A harsh smack on your cheek stops your rant,snapping your head to the side, the sting blistering on your skin.

“I wasn’t asking.”

He gripped your head by the crown of your hair forcing your face to look up at him, your cheek was red and you could feel the tears again but refused to let them fall, that’s what all this was about. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. He’d leave you alone if you got him off, that’s all you had to do. 

He pumped himself a few times before tapping the tip of his cock along your lips smearing the salty precum. He smirked watching you try to keep your face stern, he let the tip slip past your lips and you opened your mouth wider and wider with each inch of his intrusion. 

As he entered your throat and met his limit, you placed your palms against his thighs, gripping the waistband of his jeans as he led your mouth along his cock by the grip of your hair. You relaxed your jaw, keeping your tongue flat against his length as he bobbed your head up and down himself, his pelvis started to work hard as he started to fucked your stinging face. Despite your gags and coughs, he did not slow his pace, your nails started digging into the exposed skin of his thighs. He started to sink deeper than before trying to make your tears fall, to his dismay your eyes only watered clumping your eyelashes together. 

You wanted this to be over, you wanted to be done. You started stroking the remainder of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth to help him reach his release.You struggled to breath as he pushed more forcefully into your throat hitting your gag reflex aggressively. 

He rolls his eyes in annoyance, this isn’t how this was supposed to go.

“You’re fucking worthless, you can’t even suck my dick right.”

He yanks you off of him by your hair and you cough letting the air back into your lungs, with your spit and his precum dribbling down your chin.  

“Bend over.”

What. 

You shake your head, “n-no, you’re not fucking me.”

He scoffs, “like I said earlier. I wasn’t asking. Bend over.” 

“I’m saying no, Sunghoon.” You start to rise from your knees but his large hand grips the back of your neck and maneuvers your body back on the ground and flat on your stomach, with him kneeling over you.  

“Sunghoon! I said no! Stop!”

He lands a harsh snack on your ass making you squeal and try to move away from him but his grip on the back of your neck is tight. He uses his free hand to jerk down your jeans and panties down to your knees exposing you to him. 

“Stop!” 

The panic in your voice makes his already painful cock twitch even more. He needs to make you cry, he has to hear it and see it. He knocks your knees apart with his and smirks seeing the strings of arousal sticking to your thighs. 

“Wow, did sucking my cock get you that horny? You’re disgusting.”

Using his free hand he runs the pads of his fingers through your slick folds smearing the arousal. You can’t stop the whimper that leaves your lips at the sensation of his warm fingers. 

He finally released the grip on the back of your neck, you scrambled to your hands and knees steadying yourself on your shaky limbs. His large hands startled you as he ran them along the length of your exposed thighs, kneading your ass and spreading your cheeks for a better look at your leaking pussy. 

“Wow, you’re really getting off on this, fucking slut.”

His hand comes down hard on your ass again, you let out another pained another yelp focusing on the heat radiating out from your stinging pain on your ass cheek. You bit your lip hard to stop the tears, you weren’t used to this type of rough treatment, and he wasn’t giving you time to catch your breath.

You could feel the prod of his cock against your thigh. He guided his tip along your thighs smearing the spit and precum on the red marked skin until he reached your entrance, hovering there as his hand spread on your lower back tapping his fingers on your spine. 

“I want you to cry.”

“I’m not going to.”

“Wanna bet, baby?”

You lifted your head, looking over your shoulder nervously at him. His eyes were darker than normal, with an almost predatory glint to them. His mouth was in a firm line watching you, waiting for your reaction. 

“Fuck you, Sunghoon.” 

He clicked his teeth and took a deep breath.

“Fine, I’ll just make you.”

He smacked your ass again and pushed inside roughly, allowing you no time to adjust as he filled you entirely. The stretch of his cock was overwhelming, he gripped your hips tightly keeping you in place as your body tried to instinctively crawl away. You dropped your head down to the dirt as you let out a pained whine. 

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.

He smirks watching you hide your face, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back into you with an animalistic groan.

He continues his harsh thrusts, allowing a moment between each to jolt your body further into the ground. He moved one of his hands to the middle of your shoulder blades pressing the top half of your body more into the dirt making your lower half arch more.

Your pussy was starting to adjust to his size and you tried to hide the noises that so desperately wanted to come out. Murmuring in delight as each of his thrusts against your sensitive walls sent a sick thrill up your spine.

He scoffed at the amount of slick that was leaking out of your hole. He wanted you to enjoy this, but he wanted to enjoy it more. He let go of your hip and grabbed a fistful of your hair yanking you upward so your back was flush against his chest. He releases your hair and gripped your bruised neck and squeezes it forcing you to look up at him, your eyes were glassy, one cheek has the red imprint of his harsh slap and the other cheek covered in dirt from his forceful pushing into the ground. 

He smiles at the lewd sight and uses his other hand to trace down your stomach and down to your swollen clit as he mercilessly starts rubbing the sensitive bud. 

The overwhelming sensations have your brain going hazy, everything around you turning foggy only able to focus on the pleasure. A small sob finally breaks through and tears spill down your dirtied cheeks. He squeezes your sore throat harder and you choke out a sob, finally fully crying in front him. 

His voice sounded like he was underwater as he spoke to you, “this is all you’re good for. Just a worthless little cocksleeve.” His excitement building more seeing more pained fat tears spill down the apples of your cheeks.

He kept his strong grip on your throat, hammering into you as you helplessly bounced against him, a withdrawn moan rising as an orgasm shook you out of nowhere making your knees tremble. He feels you clench around him followed by the dripping of your release on his cock. He doesn’t stop rubbing your swollen bud. 

“Did you seriously just cum? God, you’re so fucking pathetic.” 

He grunted loudly as his motions on you never wavered after your orgasm. Your ass was burning from the hard continuous claps of his skin slamming against yours. His pace kept steady as you tried to wiggle away, it was starting to become agonizing and you sobbed harder as your pussy throbbed in overstimulation.

“H-hu-hurts..”

He laughs breathlessly and pinches your swollen clit brutally. You wail and try to move but his hand on your throat tightens again, restring more airflow from you. 

“It’s supposed to hurt, cry baby..”

The sound of your sniffling and sobbing only fueling the predatory hunger deep in his belly. He can feel his own orgasm approaching. He rubs your tender clit again causing another high pitched wail as he starts to fuck into you faster and harder jolting your body against his chest. 

Your eyes are fighting to stay open with the only noises leaving your mouth are whines and gurgles from his choking. 

With a ragged breath, he releases a hard full thrust that sends his cock slamming against your cervix, sending his cum shooting out in spurts against your womb. His cum feels heavy in your belly, almost straining.

He waits to catch his breath and let his sore cock soften before he releases his grip on you letting you fall forward into the dirt. Standing up he jerks his pants back up he takes a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and lights one while you lay there defeated, watching his and your intermixed cum spilling from your pulsing cunt.

He snaps a quick photo on his phone before grabbing your phone and finding Sunoo’s number and dialing it.

“Hey! Where are you it’s getting late and I’m worr-“

“It’s Sunghoon.” He smiles watching your legs twitch. 

“..where is she?”

“Jake’s house, come pick her up.”

“What the fuck dude? Is she okay?!”

He takes a drag out of his cigarette and fixes your dirty jeans back on you, giving you some decency.

“She’s behind the bush near the sidewalk. She can’t walk.” He smirks and hangs up the phone tossing it next to you on the ground. 

You watch him through heavy eyelids barely able to comprehend what he’s saying, you watch him mumble something to you before smiling, patting your head and walking away. The sobs start again. 

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“So how did it go?” Jake asks, sipping his coffee looking at Sunghoon. “Yeah, did you fuck her?” Heeseung smirks.

“Of course I did.”

“How was it?” Jake grins leaning forward on the cafe table in excitement.

“Fuck.. I’m not gonna lie, her pussy was the best I ever had.”

The boys laugh and pat his back triumphantly.

“You dating her?”

“No, but her pussy will only remember my cock with how hard I dicked her down.” He smirks.

“Heeseung said the same shit, now he’s obsessed with his girl.” Jake laughed.

“What can I say? My angel is perfect.” Heeseung smiled, twirling a silver band around his pinky finger. 

“So she’s up for grabs?” Jake asks Sunghoon, while licking his bottom lip.

Sunghoon’s smile turned into a snarl and his eyes immediately hardened into an icy glare. 

“Jake. You go near her and I’ll cut your fucking dick off.”

“And you’re not dating her?” Heeseung smirked, crossing his arms. 

Jake raised his hands in defense with a sheepish grin, “message received. She’s off limits.” 

“You have your own girl to worry about Jake..speaking of which..” Sunghoon’s eyes flicker out the cafe window as he spots Jake’s step sister with Lee Felix walking hand in hand across the street. 

“Didn’t know she was dating Lee,” he gestured in their direction. Jake’s eyes follow his line of vision and a mischievous grin creeps on his soft features.

“Ah, not for long.” 

Sunghoon watches his best friend's eyes glimmer with a familiar possessive glint. 

“Do what you need to man, take what's yours.” Heeseung smiled, leaning forward on the table with a predatory glint in his eyes. 

Jake smirked looking back at his two friends, keeping his voice low but with a playful hint to it. “Well, what kind of step brother would I be to let my step sister date such a loser.”

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A/N: This is shorter than the others, only because after Jake's and Jay's parts there will be a part two of Crybaby!

#enhypen smut #enha smut #enhypen hard hours #park sunghoon #park sunghoon smut #park sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #kpop smut

[unproduciblesmackdown]

also quite the illustration in wags being like "'not asking permission' - wags" and plowing through someone expressing a physical boundary but he was already intending to use physical violence & violation & assumed corresponding distress as a tool to get his way....amidst the typicality, "correctness," permissibility of all that around here like five times an hour

#winston billions #and in all ways like the [oh well but at least it's Not That Bad(tm)] / some theoretical peak lasting physical harm....not that relevant #not unlike how billions didn't need to put all that effort into supposedly not yet going ''yeah prince is the worst ofc'' in s6 #like oh he repeatedly took advantage of someone (not a cis man) he's ceo of; early 20s/abt the age of his kids so he could have sex #but then we have to be going ''oh but well at least it's Not That Bad'' like yeah wow & that doesn't matter That Much / make it That Good #it's all operating on the same logic & principles & that is the issue; there'll always be some theoretical worse instance.... #and what's it do for what's deemed [worse instances] to then just use that against ''lesser'' instances #rian out here apparently w/no idea abt power but also somehow aware she has to assert Fault for it herself thinking emoticon #but also rian being clueless / continuing not to think abt shit at all / maybe thinking fucking an old man makes her Mature is all like #more stuff that doesn't quite coalesce into anything consistent & instead is all incompletely gestured at as some Explanation Aggregate #sorry i've noticed that this is a leaking bag of gravel labeled ''rian'' and not a character #anyways. and wendy Would do aba & ppl Do already give the organic aba & it's abusive. check the ''not abt ppl's wellbeing'' & the ppl who #get to be In Charge of anyone else & the ''corrected'' ppl Not getting to be treated as people #rian's treatment of winston....all the Aggressive behavior only allowed to Some & that serves to get those people's ways #all the demeaning treatment directed at ppl so that someone can try using them as a stepstool for their feelings / ego #&/or simply to try to get their [being a person] to stop being a roadblock to their existence aligning w/only what you want from them #next episode sure could be about how Actually This Place Is Horrible For Its Own Employees; it has been; it'll continue to be.... #like a great time to deal with that. if wendy wants to consider if she's actually not doing anything Good here then like time for that too #might convince everyone else to (a) not quit for their own sakes & maybe even also (b) see wendy to make her feel better. again. #but maybe we still lose winston as the guy who (a) gets to peace out & (b) is just having one of the more miserable times over there #taylor's busier; sometimes in englander; no tmc niche; not close enough to tuk to chat; dollar bill's here; rian won't let him speak.... #and whether taylor Themself being unable to convince winston to return gets them thinking abt things & stuff. not like they've been unaware #at all of this Environment being hostile & miserable lol but nobody just kind of matter of factly wanders out w/o Basically being pushed... #& it's been a minute since they were a fellow nonboss employee. & maybe Winston quitting just shakes up assumptions & then why not question #more things & like; even if they suppose they're fine enough for Now & Could be happy w/a billion or their own place or something like #maybe you too can just walk out you can leave w/o having been forced to some Crisis Breaking Point about it #and not spend years more at the sunk cost factory of more problems worse times etc etc....a concept #&/or idk maybe also just pondering like oh also the way people here or anywhere are negatively affected even if you werent paying attention #this is all still operating off the one theory though of course #but also the actual text of this post needs no further canon info or context to be True / about what it is lmao. wags die challenge

[purplesuitcowboy]

tw: rape, incest, abuse

look at the tw, please don't read this if that's not what you're looking for because that's what this is.

Lindsey heard her mother, Carol, before she saw her. She was yelling at Lindsey before she'd even gotten to her room. It was a regular occurrence in the household. Her mother, though, had finally reached her breaking point. She stormed into her daughter's room and grabbed her by her hair, pulling her out into the living room where her step father, Frank, was calmly waiting on the couch. Trying to avoid getting her hair yanked out of her scalp, Lindsey hunched over stumbled awkwardly behind her mother.

"I won't have it any more. You will learn respect," her mother yelled at her, hands planted firmly on her hips.

She was deposited on the floor in front of her step fathers feet. Lindsey tried to stand but was pushed down to her knees.

"No, you can stay right there," her mother hold her, holding her firmly by the shoulder. "Grounding you hasn't fixed your attitude but I know something that will."

Her mother nodded at Frank and he nonchalantly got up, sauntering over to them. He stopped in front of Lindsey and fished his thick cock out of his jeans. Lindsey's eyes widened at the sight of it. She'd always found her step father attractive even if he was a massive asshole but she didn't realize that his cock was huge. She felt warmth bloom between her legs as she looked at it. Under different circumstances, she'd be dying to get a fat cock like that inside of her. He rubbed the thick mushroom head of his dick against her soft lips, smearing precum on her mouth. Lindsey tried to jerk her head back to get away but her mother stopped her, pushing her head into Frank's waiting cock.

Reluctantly, she opened her lips and Frank quickly thrust his cock into her mouth. He placed a hand on her head, holding her still as he roughly fucked her mouth. Lindsey gagged and sputtered on his cock, split leaking down her chin and on to her chest. Whenever it got to be too much and she tried to jerk her head away, her mother held the back of her head to keep her in place. The whole while Lindsey's pussy throbbed and ached, seemingly begging her to rub her clit and provide her some relief.

"That's it. Be a good girl and suck your step-daddy's dick. It's hard to be a disrespectful cunt with a mouth full of cock, huh? You don't want to behave? That's okay," her mother said, voice turning sickly sweet. "I'll just let your step father fuck you until you change your mind."

The best Lindsey could do was cast a baleful look in her mothers direction. The threat of her glare was significantly reduced by her current predicament, her teary eyes and spit soaked mouth were less than intimidating. Suddenly, Frank grabbed the back of her head, pulling her face towards him. His cock filled her throat and Lindsey writhed, trying to get away but trapped. He came with a grunt, filling her mouth with his salty cum. It felt like he came an eternity. Little pricks of color dotted Lindsey's vision as she struggled to remain upright. He released her and she jerked her head way, sputtering and coughing as she tried to catch her breath. Carol smiled at her husband.

"How was that?"

He nodded in response to Carol's question but his eyes remained on Lindsey who sat miserably on the floor.

"I don't think, I'm done with her yet," he told Carol. Somehow, her smile seemed to grow wider and she reach down to stroke his cock, jerking it until he was hard again. Assuming they were distracted, Lindsey tried to make a break for her room but they caught her before she had left the living room, working together to drag her to the couch. Frank plopped down and Carol shoved Lindsey so she fell onto his lap. After a bit of a shuffle, they pulled down her panties and sat her down on Frank's cock. Lindsey grunted as her tight pussy was suddenly filled with Frank's thick cock.

"Fuck," Frank said with a groan, thrusting lazily into Lindsey's cunt. "That's good pussy. She's nice and wet too, fucking slut."

The room was quickly filled with the "slck, slck, slck" sound of Lindsey's wet cunt as her step father fucked her. Carol bend down and watched, delighted, as her husbands cock stretched out her daughters little pussy. Lindsey tried not to moan, she didn't want to give them the satisfaction, but she couldn't help the whimpers and sighs that escaped her lips as she bounced on her step father's cock.

"Look at that, nice and creamy," Carol purred as she reached down to rub her daughters clit. Lindsey tried not to cum, her body tensed as she tried to resist the pleasurable sensations. Despite her resistance, their combined ministrations the feeling quickly overtook her. It was like being swept away in a wave pool. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body with overcome by the force of her orgasm. Frank thrust's go frantic as he cums inside of her cunt. The pleasure made her nice and pliant, and she sagged against her step father's body. Satisfied, Carol left the two of them on the couch to get dinner started.

Frank kept Lindsey on his cock as he relaxed on the couch. One hand, he slipped up Lindsey's top so he could grope at her perky tits and play with her nipples. With the other, he toyed lazily with her clit, working her up to orgasm over and over again to keep her wet and desperate but never letting her cum.

"Maybe next time," he says, tugging particularly hard on her nipple." I'll fuck you in front of a mirror so we can both watch those tits bounce."

Eventually, he got annoyed with her whines and whimpers. He pushes her face down into the couch cushions and using her head to prop himself up, roughly fucks her cunt until he cums, depositing another load into her womb. Finally given more stimulation, Lindsey easily orgasms, shaking under him as she cums. By the time dinner was finished, she was a sticky mess, desperate to take a shower and change clothes.

Lindsey assumed that when she woke up the next day, this whole mess would be over - her mother would be satisfied that with her weird punishment and Frank would leave her alone. She was quickly proven wrong on this front when early in the morning, Frank slipped into her bed and slid his hand into her panties, rubbing her sensitive clit with his thick fingers. He got her nice and wet before he fucked her again, pulling her panties to the side and easily slipping his cock into her wet cunt. Thoughtlessly, Lindsey rubbed her clit until she came on her step daddy's dick. Like usual, he came inside, filling her cunt with his seed, but fell asleep in her bed with his dick nestled in her wet folds.

To her horror and embarrassment, Lindsey quickly found herself craving her step dad's dick. She found herself day dreaming about him walking in on her while she was showering or brushing her teeth, bending her over the nearest piece of furniture and fucking her until he filled her cunt with his cum. She never got to experience that particular fantasy but he fucked her plenty. He particularly enjoyed having her cock warm him while he watched football.

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