#i AM evil

[geekabilly006]

proof that your music taste is unoriginal and predictable and I know everything about you. the lines lead both ways.

#its a pattern #if you ever listened to lemon demon in your life your life will take turns #and turns will look like any of these #nothing is original #i am evil #lemon demon #will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #oingo boingo #jack stauber #they might be giants #talking heads #devo #tally hall #joe hawley #of montreal #miracle musical #kraftwerk

[polar-equinoxx]

~ last dance

…….

one /2

#i am evil #what did i freaking say #if i have to suffer so do you #why do i do this to myself #ms tg #ms art #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #top gun fanart

[hyperfixiation-station]

A Kiss And A Key Pt.2

TW: Blood, death, mentions of torture, injury, angst

Summary: You let Ghost escape...but now your trapped

Pairing: GhostxReader

PART 1

Of course, it wasn’t that simple. You did still have a job to complete. You began to collect every scrap of intelligence you could find, anything that sounded remotely interesting go tput on the drive. And then you were ready to leave. You planned it all out, preparing to slip out under the cover of darkness, when the guard changes. But life is never so easy.

It took them 3 days to figure out you were the one who let Ghost free, and when they did, all hell broke loose. You were dragged to interrogation, handcuffed to the table, and questioned for hours. You said nothing, and soon harsher methods were utilized to get you to talk.

You didn’t break. No matter what they did, you never said a word. You held your tongue through the beatings, the waterboardings, the white room, through your fingernails being removed, through stress positions, through electrocution. You would be proud of yourself, if you weren’t in so much pain. The only things keeping you from giving up was the fact that Price would raid the base if you missed your monthly rendezvous, which you would eventually, and the fact that you had gotten Ghost out.

You lay curled in your cell, back up against the wall in the fetal position when the door swings open. You automatically curl up tighter, bracing yourself in preparation for whatever was about to happen.

“I’ve got her!” You could tell he yelled it, but the sound is muffled in your ears. You shift slightly, unused to the sound in the quiet of your cell, and look up. A man crouches over you, his figure blurred and wavering. He looks familiar, but you are so exhausted and in too much pain to think about it.

“We’re gonna get ye outta here, okay little bird?” Soap winces at your bruised, malnourished form. Your clothes are in rags, and he can see your ribs through your skin, which is mottled with bruises, welts, and burn marks. His heart hurts as he sees the fear in your eyes when he touches you.

“Where’s…Ghost?” You rasp out, voice low and hoarse, “Di-did he…make it…out?”

“Oh little bird.” Soap says, and the look on his face tells you everything you need to know. It's like a rush of adrenaline washes over you, and suddenly everything becomes clear.

“What happened?” You whisper, sitting up despite the pain. He purses his lips, staring at you with tear-filled eyes.

“Soap please.” You beg, “What happened?”

“He’s gone.” Soap whispers, and it's like a rug has been pulled out from under you.

“Please.” you whisper hoarsely, the only thing you can say as your world spins out of control.

“Ah am so, so sorry.” He whispers, “There wis…there wis an issue wi’ extraction loue ‘n he…” You're not sure if he stopped talking or if you just can’t hear him over the roaring in your ears, but either way, you don’t hear what he has to say. Your brian shuts down, unable to take the news after the stress of the last month. No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no NO NO NO NO NO

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/N?” Soap grabs you as you slump forward, fear in his heart. His breathing eases a bit as he feels your weak-but-still-there pulse, and he scoops you up in his arms, rushing into the hallway. You are feather-light in his arms, just skin and bones as he carries you through the hallways, stepping over bodies and around debris until he reaches Price.

“Are they alive?” Price murmurs, his eyes taking in your limp, beaten form. His heart fills with guilt as he takes in your malnourished body, and not for the first time he curses the fact he ever asked you to do this.

“Fer now.” Soap gently hands you over to the medics, who strap you to a stretcher and load you into the transport, “They asked about Ghost.”

“What did you tell them?” Price’s voice is sharp.

“Th’ truth.”

“I shouldn’t have sent them on this op.” Price murmurs, changing from one painful subject to another.

“Ye shouldn’ta sent them wit' no back-up.” Soap says, slightly annoyed, “It’s against regulations and if they die, it's on yer conscience. Jus’ li’ Ghost.” He regrets saying it almost immediately as Price’s face falls, but he doesn’t take it back.

“I know.” Price says softly. He climbs into the driver's side of the truck and they drive back to base in silence.

“They’ll be okay.” The doctor says after hours of surgery, “But they have a long recovery ahead of them. They had a dislocated shoulder, fractured wrist, broken fingers, partially-healed broken ribs, multiple burn marks and contusions, a concussion, a major couple ear infection, and pneumonia. We also had to re-break their femur because it had started healing wrong, and we have them on an IV and feeding tube due to how malnourished they are. They should be coming out of anesthesia soon, if one of you wants to visit her.”

“Ah am goin’.” Soap says, rising to follow the doctor on shaky legs. He inhales sharply once they make it to your room, the sight of you lying unconscious in the sheets, surrounded by machines and wires and tubes hurting him.

“Hey little bird,” His voice cracks as he gently takes your pale hand, “Ah am goin’ tae wait for ye, okay?”

Your heart monitor beats steadily in the background, and for the first time since watching Ghost’s get shot down, Soap cries.

There will be a part 3, and, because I am a kind god, if you would like an alternative non-angst ending, I will write one <3

@alanalanalanalanalanna sorry I don't know how to do a tag list yet 😅

#cod x reader #major character death #cod fanfic #simon ghost riley #angst #ghost x reader #no beta we die like men #ghost fanfiction #cod #i am evil #suck it losers #dead dove do not eat

[pilotsandgays]

post breakup icemav but mav ends up in the hospital and mav still accidentally has ice on his emergency contact list. bonus points if they're not on good terms but as soon as ice hears the news he drops everything to see mav and doesn't leave his side, begging mav to stay alive

#i am evil #angst hours #i am a sucker for this trope ong #icemav #iceman #top gun #maverick #tom kazansky #top gun 1986 #top gun maverick #iceman and maverick #pete mitchell #top gay #goose #icemav is canon #imagine your otp #otp #icemav angst

[mooncalf87]

"Its not my fault I died in heels!!!"

. . . . I mean. You could've taken them off. JUST SAYING-

#im so sorry #banish me now #i am evil #hetty woodstone #ghosts cbs #cbs ghosts #cbs ghosts spoilers

[eidolons-stuff]

Ajax: "I tagged along with Xavier. I wanted to see if you're alright"

Wednesday: "I refuse your deceitful pleasantries"

Xavier: "I wanted to see if you were ok & Ajax was just with me. Happy?"

Wednesday: "Never"

Ajax: *whispers* "Damn. How does someone so nice like Enid manage to dorm with someone so terrible like Wednesday?"

Wednesday: "Enid prefers my company more than you realise"

#ooo #shes alluding to the kiss with enid #omg #imagine if wednesday #told ajax #that her and enid kissed! #he would freak out #i want to see that #i am evil #i know #but i am here #for the drama #and drama #we shall get #wednesday #wednesday addams #xavier #xavier thorpe #ajax #wenclair #wenclair cult

[littlefanficprincess]

Your scarred face

"Oneshot"

Pair: Tord/Red Leader x reader

Song: When will i see you again by Shakka

part 4

(A/n): I am running out of Tord gifs

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Footsteps could be heard throughout the hallway, as (Y/n) patrols the hallway. Her (e/c) eyes scan the surrounding area.

She had gotten more used to the life in the red army, even with her small incident a few days ago.

"There is no fucking way I'm gonna join that good for nothing idiot" An awfully familiar voice complains.

"Come on, think about it, we could get a lot of benefits by joining the red army" Another familiar voice argues.

(Y/n) stops in place and poke her head around the corner. She spots two figures, one had his back turned to her.

The one who didn't have his back turned, had brown spikey hair, blue button up with a black tie and a grey vest. He had a visor on his face, pixels presented on them representing eyes.

The other, who had his back turned. He had somewhat messy ginger (strawberry blond) hair, a purple sweater with a green overcoat over it.

"Matt, Tom? Is that you guys?" (Y/n) calls out, making them turn to you. It reveals that Matt had a metal chin.

"(Y/n)!" Matt exclaims, picking the girl from the ground and pulls her into bone crushing hug. "It feels like ages since we last saw you"

"Maybe you should let go of her, or she won't be breathing soon" Tom cuts in. Matt gives in and puts her back down on her fett. Tom's digital eyes go up and down, inspecting (Y/n)'s outfit.

"What are you guys doing here?" The (h/c)nette asks them, looking curiously at them.

"We could asks you the same. You're wearing a red army uniform, I take that you are a soldier here " Tom replies, motions to the outfit (Y/n) was wearing.

"Yeah, I joined a few weeks ago. You guys sure look do look different, are you also part of the army?" (Y/n) crosses her arms, looking at her two old friends.

"Not really, atleast not yet" Matt answers.

Tom rolls his digital eyes "Never. Commie asked us to join, no way I'm doing that"

"Commie? Isn't that what you called Tord, does that mean he is too"

At her statement, Matt and Tom look at eachother. Matt's blue eyes turn back to (Y/n) "You don't know?"

"Know what?"

┏━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┓

Meanwhile

┗━°⌜ 赤い糸 ⌟°━┛

Tord grumbles under his breath as he stomps through the corridor, holding his arms behind his back. He couldn't believe that someone was accepted without his knowledge, especially someone who could possibly be his old friend.

He turns the corner, finding Tom and Matt. They were talking to a girl with (h/c) hair, which was tight in a ponytail.

(Ignore this if you have too short hair)

Tom and Matt notices him and their faces fall immediately. Confused, (Y/n) asks "Is something behind me?" She turns around to met a single silver eye.

There stands Tord, standing tall. There were many scars on the right side of his face, an eye patch covering his right eye. There was bandage covering his neck, he was wearing a red army uniform, but had a red hoodie instead of a sweater. His left hand was covered by a glove and his right was replaced by a red mechanic one.

On his blue coat was a name tag Red Leader.🤔In (Y/n)'s mind, everything clicks. The reason why she was immediately accepted, it was because she mentioned that they used to be friends."Hey, To–" Matt stops himself when he sees Tord glaring at him.

"(L/n), I want you in my office" He orders. He turns around, walking towards the infamous red door.

(Y/n) Looks back the other two, silently asking for help. After a call from Tord, she follow behind him. She feels nervousness rise up in her, her hands slightly shaking.

He leads her into his office. He takes a seat in his chair, motioning for the girl to sit on the one on the other side of the desk.

She does that, placing her hands on her lap. She looks up to meet his eye, trying her best not to break eye contact. It was so odd, a few years ago, they were super close. But now, it felt like he was a different person.

"So, (Y/n). How did you found about the Red Army?" Tord questions, pulling out a file and placing it on the table.

"I found a poster about it on a walk, quite a while ago"

"Hm...who had spoken to you when you called?"

(Y/n) places her index finger on her chin, trying to remember her name "I think her name was Senna Akuma. She interviewed me when I first arrived here, she seemed intrested when I said your name"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Tord grumbles "Ofcourse she would do something like that. My final question is, how long have been part of the army?"

"Four weeks, I've been trained by general Marrison. I'd say she has been a great teacher so far" (Y/n) explains, fiddling with her thumbs.

"From now on, I will be taking over the training from general Marrison on the Thursday" Tord writes something on a nearby paper. He places the pen down and looks back to (Y/n).

"Wait, you're serious?" The girl says in surprise, her shoulders perk up in. Tord keeps stares at her, his face staying serious.

Before they could say anything, an alarm blares. Tord stands up, confused what is going on.

"The base is being attack!"

~~~~~~~

I'm sorry that I dissapeared for twee (and only posted a kungfu panda oneshot). On here I am a lot less open then on my other platforms. I am currently in my final year, so I am sometimes too busy to work on my stuff.

#fanfic #x reader #eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #oneshot #red leader #tord x reader #ew tord #eddsworld tord #tord #reader insert #i am evil #Suffer

[charmedreincarnation]

What type of weird cult is this where you people just lie on the internet. “Waking up with your dream life” as if it’s easy and you people aren’t just mentally ill. Wtfffffff

The best type of cult 😋🙌 to be intiated all you have to do is eat my butt like groceries ❤️

#death cult #loa #witchcraft #jennifer’s body #i am evil #your loss bestie

[theconstantsidekick]

I just heard some random marvel leak news that Bucky’s gonna die in Thunderbolts. I was v apprehensive about the release of Thunderbolts before but bruv! Now??? I cannot wait now! I want it to be out tomorrow. You sad sack of Bucky lovers are gonna flock to read my fics, my fucking Static Verse where he shall keep living and thriving and fighting evil as the mother fucking White Wolf. I CANNOT WAIT.

#i am evil #bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #static verse #marvel imagines #marvel fanfic #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes and sam wilson #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n angst

[metaphorically-saltire]

#>:DDD #I am evil #making u guys chooseeee #Newsies #Livesies #92sies #west endsies #sprace #blush newsies #javey #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #kid blink #mush meyers #jack kelly #davey jacobs

[starry-night-author]

Could I possibly request some Superhero x Hero x Villain pls? Where maybe Hero and Villain are being terrorized by Supervillain and Superhero, who is really protective of both of them isn't going to let Supervillain be a nussiance and a terror for much longer.

NYEHEHEHEHEHE YES

Prompt #17

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Superhero found them in their room, curled up in bed in the dark.

Their arms wrapped around their blanket to hold on to something, gasping quietly as they tried to catch their breath and slow their panicked mind.

Superhero had enough experience with this. They quietly slid into bed next to them, laying close but not touching. Waiting for them to come to Superhero.

Finally, after several minutes of gasps and sobs and audible swallows, Villain did. Rolling over to face their partner, wrapping their arms around Superhero and burying their face in their chest.

Superhero gently rubbed their back, listening as Villain cried softly against them.

"What'd they do this time?" Superhero murmured, letting out a breath.

Villain pushed themself away from Superhero slightly, putting just enough space between them to show Superhero their hands. It was hard to see in the dark, but Superhero could just make the large red welts running across their palms.

"Are there more anywhere else?" Superhero whispered, gently taking one of Villain's trembling hands.

Villain slowly reached back to touch their neck, and Superhero took a deep breath.

It was taking all of their effort to stay quiet. To not overreact, because they knew that was the last thing Villain wanted in their current fragile state. That despite the absolute anger and hatred running through them, they couldn't express it now.

"You're not going back there," they leaned in to kiss Villain's forehead. "I'm not letting you. Now let's get you patched up."

This had gone far enough.

Superhero had meant to slip out while the two were sleeping, but it was just as they were reaching for the door nob when something caught their wrist.

Startled, Superhero jumped, twisting around and glancing up, only to find themself facing their other partner. "Oh," they let out a breath. "It's just you."

"I'm not letting you do this." Hero said firmly, their grip on Superhero's wrist tightening. "You're going to get yourself killed."

"I have to," Superhero spoke quietly, matching Hero's low tones. Neither of them wanted to wake Villain, who was now asleep in the bedroom. "They can't keep terrorizing you two like this."

"We can stay away from them," Hero's voice was soft, but determined. "We'll avoid them, and things will-"

"We both know that's not a possibility." Superhero pointed out. They took a step closer to Hero. "They're not going to leave either of you alone. This has to be dealt with before they realize Villain isn't coming back, or else they're going to hunt you two down."

Hero let out a breath, glancing down at their feet. "I know," they whispered. "I'm scared."

"Hey," Superhero pulled them to themself, holding them tightly. "I'll deal with it. I can handle them. After all, I've got two wonderful people worth fighting for, right?"

They could feel Hero's slight smile against their chest. "I guess. I know how you are when you're defensive."

"No one's beaten me when I get defensive," Superhero agreed.

It was true. Their was a different kind of fire that lit inside of Superhero when they were fighting for something or someone particularly special. They thought everything should be equal, and couldn't bear to see injustice. They put their all into fighting for the things they found important, and that side of them was particularly brought out when it came to their partners.

They felt Hero swallow. "Villain hasn't said anything all day."

"I know. That's why I have to do this." Superhero took a step back, their hands resting on Hero's shoulders. They both knew that the usually talkative Villain would go completely silent when they weren't doing well. It'd only happened twice, and it was terrifying each time. "Go back to them. They need you. I'll be back soon."

Hero nodded, but Superhero could see the warring emotions on their face, could feel their uncertainty in their movements. They leaned down to press their forehead against their partner's. "I'll be back when you two wake up."

"You'd better," Hero whispered.

"I promise."

Supervillain's lair was dark.

In the deep quiet hours of the night, every half-built contraption looming up out of the darkness as Superhero snuck through on the lightest of feet. Every step was carefully planned so Superhero wouldn't accidentally bump into anything while sneaking through.

Using the map of the lair they'd gotten from Villain, they new that Supervillain's actual quarters were on the bottom floor, behind a huge locked vault door and a hallway full of traps.

All of these could be deactivated by a code that had also been in Villain's notes, and for a moment it seemed something good had come of using Villain as a double agent to get close to Supervillain.

It definitely hadn't been worth it, however. Superhero thought back on the welts on Villain's hands and the clear markings of a horrid tight grip on their neck and scowled to themself in the darkness.

But Supervillain would be dead by morning. Superhero would see to that.

They had just made it to the computer to deactivate the traps when a light flicked on behind them.

A cool breeze tickled their back, and Superhero froze.

They were caught.

The crime-stopper slowly turned around, trying to calm their pounding heart as they faced their foe.

Supervillain sat on a large tarp, covering some sort of boxes that Superhero couldn't see. They were lounged backwards, as cool and as awake as ever even at the ungodly hours of the night.

"So," they said, leaning back further. Only pointing out their casual stance. "I see Villain ratted me out."

"I made them," Superhero lied. "I knew they'd cave."

Supervillain smirked. "Yes, they always were quite soft. Easily malleable. It's not too hard to get them to bend, I should've been better at picking my right-hand men."

It was a direct jab at Superhero, trying to get them to give something away. Superhero didn't know how much Supervillain knew about their relationship, but they knew the criminal was suspicious. It was part of why they'd started being so harsh on Villain in the first place.

But Superhero managed to keep their composure, despite their desperate urge to leap forward and tear Supervillain apart with their bare hands. They stood their ground, glaring. "I'm here for Hero." Now that relationship was public, and it was why Supervillain had started targeting them out of the other teams of heroes. They knew Superhero's favorite, and knew it was a way to really get to their enemy.

Supervillain chuckled. "Ohhh, Hero! How are they doing? Last I heard from them I scared them so badly they nearly fainted then I left them for dead. Have they recovered yet?"

Superhero's hands tightened to fists. "They were already back on patrol last week."

The criminal whistled. "That's impressive! Now, I assume you're here to do the same to me?"

Superhero dropped into a low stance, ready for a fight. They had to finish what Supervillain had started by ever daring to lay a finger on their partner's.

"I'm here for your head," they snarled.

Supervillain's eyebrows raised. "Well. Isn't that quite a threat. Shall we get this over with, then?"

"If you don't mind."

Superhero loosed their weapon as Supervillain dropped down from their stack of boxes, ready for battle.

#I am EVIL #NYEHEHEHEHE #DO THEY WIN #DO THEY DIE #WILL WE EVER KNOW #hero x villain #villain x hero #hero #villain #writing #prompt #writing prompt #hero x villain community #heroes and villains #starry-night-author #thanks for the ask! #anon ask #superhero #supervillain #hero x villain x superhero #hero x superhero x villain #villain x hero x superhero #villain x superhero x hero #superhero x hero x villain #superhero x villain x hero #poly relationship #polyamory #it's been a while since I've done a poly one these are so fun augh

[wonderful-world-of-midget-mcgee]

This isn't how it's supposed to work

#fanfiction #fanfic writing #writer #fanfiction reader #pain #i am evil #apparently to myself #hurt #memes #writing memes #writing problems

[sars-wulf]

Writing Anne having a panic attack bc she lost her arm like:

I’m so devious ❤️

Im gonna make this scene hurt

Anne is hyperventilating trying to find her arm, and she can’t breathe. It feels like she’s being choked and Sasha has to hold her in her arms to calm her down.

#amphibia #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright #burn au #mwahahaha #i am evil

[artfartt]

I’m just gonna put these down here here if you don’t mind

#sam and max #sam and max fanart #artoftheday #freelance police #snm #sam and max freelance police #freelance husbands #inanimate insanity #bfb four #bfb x #object shows #i have art block #I have more Sam and Max drawings but I’m not gonna show you for devious purposes 😈 #i am evil #idk what else to tag #I usually put that because I have no extra thing to say about this

[becauseicantthinkwritings]

His Best Kept Secret

A Billy Russo x Reader Drabble

Hey, @marvelmusing I haven't known peace since I met you.

Warnings: Smut (18+), major degradation kink, Billy talks down to her a lot, gentle face slapping, spitting, daddy kink, mild crying kink too.

A/N: alright i know how this looks, but reader could definitely be an independent woman.... if she wanted to be.

Anvil was mostly quiet at this time of night. Everything lay undisturbed, with the lights casting its white sheen on every surface.

The cleaners had already come and gone, leaving the company's CEO locked in his office, left to his own devices.

Except that now, things were different. Different and new for him, a man who had accepted some form of loneliness from an early age.

No one could pinpoint it, a difficult and barely recognisable change, made even more difficult and unrecognisable by the brooding man with an office at the top of the building.

The only way they'd really know, was if they were here now, working way too late to be normal and passing in front of his office at just the right time to hear the lamp sitting at his desk hit the ground with a muffled crash. It would make the person stop, lean an ear to the door, and they'd know.

They'd know Billy Russo's newest secret.

"There's nothing going on up there, hmm?" He hisses in your ear, his large hand covering your mouth, limiting the pitiful little sounds you're making, his eyes trained on the broken lamp beside his desk.

"You broke my lamp, you silly little girl. Do you know how much it cost?" He asks, with a restrained hiss of rage as if he cared for the lamp at all. His eyes burn into your frightened ones, your body shakes in fear and there's nothing that can make him harder in the moment.

"That's right. You don't. You have no fucking idea how much anything costs because Daddy buys you everything, right?"

He pulls his hand back to lay a gentle slap across your pretty cheek.

"Answer me. Does Daddy buy you everything?"

Your eyes well with little tears.

"Yes, daddy, you buy me everything. 'M sorry, I didn't mean to-" You're cut off by him burying two of his fingers into your mouth.

Your eyes squeeze shut, resisting the urge to gag because you know it's hard to stop once you start.

"I don't want to hear, another fucking word from your dumb girl mouth."

He feels the little whimper around his fingers.

"If you can break my things, then it's only fair that I can break your things. Yes?"

He doesn't have to wait long for your nod of consent.

It makes him want to burst.

It was one thing to look so demure while he berated you, it was another thing to want him to berate you. This pretty little creature being forcefully pinned to his desk, with his fingers in her mouth actually wanted this. Wanted him. Was probably ruining her cute underwear with thoughts of how he was going to degrade her.

"Well," he says, acting pleased in the moment, "Let's start breaking you."

Your cozy sweater is cut off your body in seconds, leaving him to tug the cups of your bra down so that he can pinch at your nipples.

Your sobs are mixed in with gasps of pleasure.

"I'm so sorry," you cry, and he laughs a little.

"What are you sorry for, hmm?"

"For- For-" you can't finish your sentence because each time you start, he gives a borderline painful pinch to your nipples.

"Dumb little girl can't even speak." He teases, unclasping your bra and pulling every shred of clothes off the top of your body. He pauses for a moment, framing your breasts in his hands, before leaning forward to dribble an ample amount of saliva onto each breast.

He hums with delight, circling your nipples and spreading his spit all over your breasts.

"Nice and wet for me," he gives another slippery pinch, "Are you my dumb little girl?"

"Yes, sir." You sigh.

"Yeah baby? Do you have a job?"

"No sir."

"No? I'm sure a pretty little girl like you could find a job doing something."

"No sir, 'm too dumb."

He smiles.

"Poor little thing. Doesn't work, doesn’t pay any taxes, needs daddy to buy her everything."

"Yes, and I'm so clumsy too, sir."

He huffs with delight.

"You have to have something good going for you." He muses.

"Yes, sir, I do."

He pauses his torment of her breasts to look up at her.

"Well? What is it?" He prompts when she doesn’t respond.

"My cunt, sir."

"Your cunt?"

"Mmhmmm, I have a cunt worth keeping around."

It was a miracle that she was his, and a miracle that he hadn't blown his load yet.

He pulls away and you whine in displeasure.

"Go on then, show daddy that dumb little cunt."

Biting your lip, you stand up to quickly push your skirt down, along with your soaked panties.

You climb back onto the desk, fully naked, spreading your legs to show him your most intimate parts, knocking a small cup of pens over in the process, the sound louder in the quiet room.

"Oops." You whisper, watching the way his eyes trace the dripping seam of your core.

Billy smiles.

"Well who needs braincells with a cunt that pretty?" He asks.

Certainly not you.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x female reader #the punisher #MUAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHA #i am evil #a true menace

[itsallpanicnodisco]

I feel obligated to share with y'all how devastated my mother was after watching season 2 and her commentary of E6 (photographic evidence included, shared with her permission).

OBVIOUSLY, SPOILERS AHEAD. ONLY CONTINUE IF YOU DON'T MIND THEM.

Now, first of all, let's set the scene:

Even though I warned her AND she received like 15 minutes worth of voice notes of me crying violently after the first time I watched it, she told me: 'I think it's not going to be THAT bad, you're probably just too sensitive because you love them so much. In the voice notes you scream like you're being murdered tho'.

SHE WAS WRONG.

(except for the murder-victim-like screams)

She had a lot to say while watching and loved it for the most part, a whole lot more than the first season (in fact, she only sat through S1 because the ineffable husbands' chemistry and maybe just enough insistence to drive anyone mad from my part). At the end of E5 she screamed 'WHERE'S THE KISS?' (showed her the EVERY leak when I got spoiled).

I couldn't retain my tears anymore when the ineffable bureaucracy part started. She looked at me weird and asked why a happy part made me sad.

Then it all started to go down and I could see the joy slowly draining out of her face. She started crying when Crowley wasn't happy about Heaven's offer.

The kiss gave her hope, Azi doubting and Crowley waiting until last minute too. And like every one of us, had a little bit of hope in her eyes until both Crowley and Azi faded on the credits, sobbing by that point.

The very first thing that came out of her mouth was: 'FUCK, I WISH I COULD SPEAK ENGLISH TO SAY A THING OR TWO TO THAT AUTHOR' (she can't pronounce Neil's name). Then: 'WHY WOULD THEY DO THAT!?' was repeated like a hundred times.

After I calmed down, I gave her a brief explanation and general review of the husbands' actions during both seasons with some of the new context S2 gave us. Then, she said almost the very same thing I told her when first watching: 'I can't even complain about bad writing because it makes sense. It hurts more because it makes sense'. A very rare but appreciated moment of agreement between us indeed... after that she cursed me a lot for making her suffer with me LMFAO.

Anyway, all that to say @neil-gaiman made my mother sob.

I hope you enjoyed me knowingly traumatizing my mother with GO2. My best friend is next in line.

(sorry for any mistakes, English is not my first language).

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