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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Treat You 2

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, violence, mentions of abuse, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (Tall!reader)

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Part of The Club AU

Right before you leave, you notice the young barista in his jacket with a canvas knapsack slung over his shoulder. You keep your head down as you leave the porcelain mug on the counter and head out. It’s been about two hours, spent sipping cold tea and dreading your return home.

As you come out onto the street, the wind billows around you violently. The autumn whips at your clothing as you cling to the collar of your jacket to keep it out You shiver as leaves crunch under your soles and those of other pedestrians hurrying by.

You turn onto the street with the night club. A few employees disappear behind the heavy doors as they prepare to start the evening shift. The sky dims with each step, shadows pooling beneath parked cars and behind light poles.

You turn your head, sensing something looming behind you. Your heart picks up and you turn straight again. Once more you look across the street, searching for one of the burly bouncers. There’s a man in his black jacket but he’s thoroughly distracted by a girl with a stuffed animal in her arms, waving at him as she noisily chatters.

You veer towards the curb, acting as if you’re going to cross, taking the excuse to look up and down the street. There’s no one there, just you and your paranoia. Why are you so afraid of the dark when your father’s waiting for you at home?

You shudder and carry on. Another day wasted hiding away. You’ll have to catch up on your projects tonight. Your job isn’t much but it’s the only one you could find without college. Even Dairy Queen didn’t call you back. Online work captioning videos; simple enough but pays about the same.

As you reach your street, you peek over your shoulder again. It’s as if your steps are in a perpetual echo yet no one’s there. You’re tired. It’s been a long, endless day. The rude awakening of your father breaking dishes had your adrenaline spike too early.

You dig out your keys and find the grated front door on the old brick walkup. You shoulder inside, your heel hitting the door and kicking it wider. You drag your feet and wait for the heavy door to slam. It doesn’t. Not when you think it will.

It sounds almost like someone caught the door. You stop at the base of the stairwell and look back. Again, no one.

You shake your head and continue on. You brace yourself for what comes next. Down the hall, you stop at the door. You listen and hear the television blaring. Gently, you slide the key into the slot and twist.

Quiet, quiet. You enter and take off your shoes on the matter. You unzip your coat as your father’s lounge chair creaks. You tiptoe by the doorway of the front room, head bowed.

“That you?” He growls.

You stop short, “dad.”

“Where ya been? Staying out late.”

“It’s six.”

“I didn’t ask the time,” he retorts.

“Sorry–”

“Place stinks. You didn’t take the trash out.”

You look at him as he sits in the glare of the television. The old 60s serial plays loudly as his eyes don’t leave the screen. It’s like he’s hypnotised by the screen. He’s docile like this, distracted.

“I’ll take it out.”

“Damn right you will. I’m fucking starving too. Been waiting on my dinner since five.”

“Okay, dad, I’ll make some Kraft Dinner,” you offer.

“Put some hot dogs in it,” he demands.

“Well, dad, we gotta save those so we have dinner tomorrow–”

“Shut up!” He whips his beer can at you, its contents splashing over the carpet, “I bought the damn things so do what I fucking tell you.”

His voice thunders louder with each word. You push your shoulders up and shrink down, “I will, I will. I’ll get the trash first.”

“You come in her, back talking me, after you made me fucking WAIT!”

“Dad, please–”

“One more word and I’m going to get out of my fucking chair,” he warns.

You back away. It’s better to just do what he says. You won’t ever tell him you paid for the groceries that week since he didn’t have enough for the electric. No, he can sit in his beer-stained throne as you play his jester.

You tie up the garbage bag and pull it out of the bin. You carry it to the door and angle it out into the hall. It smells like cigarette butts and something rancid. As you come out, you nearly walk straight into someone else.

You wince and press yourself to the door as you shut it behind you. You blink as you recognise the man. How could that be possible?

“Uh, sorry, do you know where 2F is? I’m just dropping something off for my buddy’s nan,” the barista asks.

Does he not know you? Maybe you overestimated his kindness. Why would he remember you? He just sees a customer to coax a tip out of. You are so dumb.

“I…” you point down the hall. It’s right around the corner but you didn’t know an old woman lived there. You suppose you don’t pay much attention to your neighbours.

“Thanks, I… you know me, right? Peter, from the cafe?”

Oh, he does remember.

You shrug and look down at the garbage in your hand. “Hey, you want me to take that? I’m just slipping what I got in the slot before I head back out so–”

You shake your head and sidle away from him. It feels like too much of a coincidence but you’re well assured that you could never be that special to anyone. He wouldn’t follow you there. Just like your father says, you’re stupid and ugly and worthless.

“Alright, well, I hope you have a good night,” he chimes, “maybe I’ll see you on my way out.”

You don’t say anything as you turn and quickly carry the garbage down the hall. It’s not just the stench wanting you to get it out of there. You go down the stairs without looking back and burst out into the brisk evening.

You go around the side of the building and swing the bag into the dumpster. You’ll have to go right back up or your dad will lose it. At least you can use that as an excuse if you see that guy again. ‘Sorry, gotta make dinner.’

#peter parker #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #peter parker x reader #drabble #treat you #series #au #the club au #spider-man #marvel #mcu

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burrotello · 1 month

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BOXER AU - OFFICIAL POSTER

They’re all not too sure what reward they’re fighting for, but gosh do they love doing it anyway!

#TADFC #tadc boxer!au #boxer!au #the amazing digital fight club #fight club au #pomni #ragatha #Kinger #gangle #zooble #jax #caine #tadc #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus #yes I was crazy enough to make an entire poster

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araneapeixes · 25 days

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lesbian bed death - goth girls are easy

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#fucking emergency. the girl at the bar is butch bait and she knows it and will use it to her advantage #i spend several hours shading this and then i realised it looks better flat #anyways this isnt the end of them in bars and clubs. i still have a very vivid image in my mind of karlach fucking shad in the bathroom #and i want to draw them as a band as well :))#and shadowheart and nocturne modern au. goddd #i could not come up with a better caption. but this song was my soundtrack to drawing this so!#bg3 #bg3 fanart #bg3 art #shadowheart #karlach #karlach cliffgate #lae'zel #baldurs gate 3 #fanart #art #shadowlach #shadowzel #bg3 modern au

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ithurtswhennn · 6 months

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Violet Summers 🔥🔥🔥

aka Violet Brandani

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j0ly0n · 7 months

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her: you better not be yuri fight club when i get home

my stupid ass:

#soapshipping #fight club #my art #see in this au it's not even crazy the narrator moved in with tyler so fast that's just lesbian behavior #or so ive heard #yuri fight club

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tibby-art · 2 months

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fight club au save me

#goodtimeswithscar #grian #hermitcraft #guy who has only seen fight club: wow this is just like fight club #art tag #fight club au

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camilleflyingrotten · 5 months

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#doctor who #nineth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #OCD club #This is a stupid AU #when a Doctor “dies” they become human and just end up their lives in some parallel universe #These three chose to live together #they're so chaotic they can manage to do somethg only when there's the three of them #They choose to call themselves by their number but they give each others shtty surnames

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r0ttkins · 8 months

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another old man to the collection of odd Usopp friend circle

now - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

#one piece #doodle #god usopp #usopp #shitpost #yasopp #chaser yasopp #dracule mihawk #one piece live action #OPLA #opla spoilers #usopp mihawk besties #usopp's bestie club au

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copepods · 1 year

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the demons. they’re coming for me (fic ideas that i will never write but theyre soso good i promise)

#university au where wilbur is back from a breakdown-induced gap year and he is desperate for a return to normalcy but nobody is treating him #the same way anymore. even his best friend tommy won’t talk to him. the only person treating him as normal is that one guy from debate club #who still fucking hates him #also there are cars. the cars are important #text

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gleafer · 4 months

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A snippet from my 80s romcom comic that’ll debut on my Patreon/Gleafer this spring!

Girls just wanna have fun, yo!

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keikakudom · 17 days

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quick spy x fam inspired radiostatic AU, more info under the cut :]

#hazbin hotel #my art #fanart #radiostatic #vox #alastor #i suppose i'll tag this as #au: a/v club #but rr will still be my main #i just did this for fun heh

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 7 months

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Carpe Noctem 18

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You gather up the remnants of your stint as a personal nurse. As you do, you feel a tug on your shirt hem. You look down as Lloyd pulls on you, trying to urge you closer.

"You just going to leave me like this?" He mopes.

"You're fine, you just need to chill--"

"Pfft, I can handle a few bruises," he scoffs, "I'm talking about what you did to me."

He looks towards his crotch and you follow his gaze. His bulge is made more obvious as he wiggles his hips. You have to stop from rolling your eyes as his juvenile behaviour. He might be a bit immature but he's not cruel like Johnny.

"Let me get this cleaned up--"

"But I need it now."

"Lloyd," you squeeze your handful, "enough."

"Oh yes, use your mommy voice--"

"I told you not to call me that," you tear away from him.

You glare at him, irked, a roil of agitation you've felt like no other. No one's ever made you feel so riled. Not like him. You fight to tamp down the strike of fire in you.

"Now, if you don't stop being so needy, you won't get anything at all."

He arches a brow and smirks, drawing his hand back to rest it on his stomach.

"And what do I get if I'm good?" He wonders.

You narrow your eyes. You don't want to say it out loud. Just the thought of appeasing him is exhausting. You really just want to lay down but you know you owe him. He kept you from spending the night in a cell with Johnny taunting you.

"Be a good boy and you'll find out," you reply tersely.

You see him quiver in excitement, like a puppy told he can go out and play fetch. You almost laugh. You turn and carry out the rubbish and the first aid kit.

You put everything away as you chew your lip. All you have to do is get him off and you'll be free to go hide under a blanket. The more you think about that end, the wore your eyes want to droop. You suppress a yawn and return to the living room.

Somehow, you're not surprised at how you find Lloyd. As bold as ever, he lays stark naked across the couch cushions, his anticipation rigid and twitching. Right, not talking him down.

"Come on, sugar cookie, get your man," he looks back at you with a wink, folding his arms behind his head against the couch, "your turn."

You stomp over to him and feel another stir. It's a confusing mingle of intrigue and irritation. You both want to strangle him and ride him. You don't understand him. More so, you don't understand yourself. You've never been driven by that part of yourself.

You sit on the edge of the couch by his hip and he reaches to grope you through your shirt. No patience, no shame, he kneads you with a growl.

"What's on the menu first, mom--"

You cover his mouth with your palm, smothering that word from his lips. He grunts but doesn't fight it. You push his hand from your chest and put on your fiercest face. It's probably ridiculous.

You grab his dick with your free hand and squeeze. He squirms and lets out a more pathetic noise. His eyes go wide as you keep your palm sealed over his mouth. You hush him as you stroke him to his tip and back down to his base.

His forehead ripples as you work him slowly. There's something you enjoy about watching him struggle, about the tension in his neck and jaw, and the way his voice seems to slip from him without control. As you pump him, his chest flexes and the muscles in his stomach tighten, defining each more clearly beneath the skin.

You can't help a grin as his lashes lower and puffs through his nose. You feel the tingle deep in you, brewing to a storm as your hand quickens without a thought. You let yourself sink into his shock and desire. You pretend your someone else, someone who know exactly what they want and takes it.

He wraps his hand around your wrist but you don't let your hand move from his mouth. He growls and pushes his hand back, muscles clenching as he arches into your hand. You stroke him faster and faster, your power over him encouraging your pace.

As you bring your hand up, your rub your thumb over his tip. He lets out a squeak and you do it again, each pump adding a swirl around his head. He squeezes your wrist and grunts.

He spasm and shakes and a sudden warm deluge spills over your hand, slickening your palm as you continue to work him. He lets go of your arm and whimpers, grabbing at your other hand as he stops you. He cups your hand between both of his and rips his face out from under your other.

"Woah, woah," he gurgles, "that's-- too much--"

You tilt your head and let out a snort. Really, he's telling you it's too much? This man who has been nothing less than more than enough since you met. You lean forward and slide your hand out from under his and cradle his sack. The vein in his forehead surges and he coughs.

"That's not your choice, baby," you say, carried away in the heat of the moment, the coil in your stomach, and the awareness of the mess on your hand.

"Baby cakes--"

"Ah, I don't wanna hear you," you pull away from him and stand, almost in a trance as the words come to you as if written in some unfound part of your mind, "get on your back," you demand as you unbutton your jeans.

He stutters and nods, sliding down so he's flat on his back, watching you with eagerness as he runs his hands up his stomach.

"What are you going to do to me?" He asks with a wide grin.

You step out of your pants, your fingers curling and opening again. You come closer and grab a hand of the hair on the top of his head and pull him down. You lift your knee over his face and press it to the cushion. You slip your other leg up, straddling just above him.

"Oh, yes--"

"If you're not going to shut up, then I'll just have to make you," you snip and lower yourself, sighing at the melding of cool and warm as his mouth opens to your cunt.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #drabble #series #the club au #au

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burrotello · 1 month

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BADABING BADABOOM

BOXER AU MASTERPOST

INFO CARDS + LINEUP

Official Works:

Official poster

Character Card Template

Little Blips:

(Showtime) After a fight

(Boxer Pomni) First design

BOUNDARIES + Q/A

“Can I draw fanart/OCs in this AU?”

Of course you can!! I’d love to see any and everything you do! There’s complete creative liberty when it comes to that, as long as it’s fun!! Though, please don’t send any OCs in my ask box, they can easily get eaten! Please just tag me in a post so I can see!

“Is it allowed to write fanfics?”

YES! I’d love to see what you all come up with!! Please please send any fan work to me!

“Can I create NSFW for this AU?”

I don’t mind, but please keep in mind that I’m a minor! If you do anything, please keep it to yourself or privately! I should not be able to see it at all, so do not send it to me or post it publicly. Please regulate your space properly!

“Can we make ships for your AU?”

Absolutely!! Though keep in mind that some are canon to the au and some are not! That doesn’t mean it isn’t allowed!! Showtime will be an exclusive ship of the au, but I don’t mind seeing otherwise! OC x Canon is allowed!!

(More will be added in the future the further I get into development! Keep an eye out!)

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital fight club #tadc boxer!au #boxer!au #fight club au #pomni #caine #ragatha #kinger #jax #gangle #zooble #tadc #tadc fanart #the amazing digital circus fanart

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lueduar01 · 29 days

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