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slashingdisneypasta · 3 years

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Classic Heavy x OnPeriod!Reader || Oneshot

Title: Period Horniness Mixed With Boredom and a Busy Boyfriend?

Notes:

Please let me know if I haven't used AFAB correctly! I just didn't want to back y’all into too small a corner. So, this is meant to be ‘Reader who gets periods’. Could be a cis female, transitioning trans female, gender-neutral or agender person with a vagina, etc. Just, provided you have a vagina.

I know he isn't on the list but I wanted to try someone new! I don't play TF2 but I’ve read what there is of the comics! I loved them! ^^

Plot: So...

You decided that it was a good idea to sext Chevy.

Warnings: SMUT (Penis in Vagina). Period sex (He licks it once but that’s it in the way of blood to mouth), dirty talk, Daddy kink, dirty names, etc. *Cough* Creampie also. Lets hope videogame characters cant procreate or contract STD’s. I meant for it to be nasty smut, but due to my lack of experience and fluff brain I dunno if it actually is 😅 So beware.

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As you are bored out of your mind and reading smuts (Dean Winchester. Beetlejuice. Herman Carter. Oh boy), causing your libido to get even more aggressive in your current hormonal state, you shrink down further into the couch cushions and groan from pain.

Not from cramps; You don’t get them as bad as others anymore, thank god (And besides, you have a hot water bottle underwear your shirt and the top of your sweats), but from the fact that your very huge, very hot and very lusty boyfriend is stuck in a meeting elsewhere!! Pouting, you drop your phone onto your chest and drop your head to the side, staring at the ceiling.

You sigh.

Ross, on the other couch across from you, rolls his head to the side and puts down his magazine to raise his bushy brows at you. “What is yer problem??”

“Hm,” You sigh again. “Nothing... “

As Ross looks back at his Lifestyle you get an idea, a cheeky smile slowly skidding across your lips as you peak down at your phone on your chest. Ooooh... Snatching up the phone, you open up Chevy’s message tab and start tapping out a text. “Heheh... “

You: Hey Chev. If you could do anything to me and I h a d to say yes, what would you do?

Then quickly you turn off the phone and set it back in its place screen down on your chest. You wonder, what would he say if he responded? What would you really agree to?

... actually lets not wonder that. We may scare ourselves. Lets just say; Much.

A few minutes later your phone buzzes and you take a moment, calming your nerves and your excitement before you pick it up and open the messages again.

Chevy: Ohhh, I wouldn’t go there sweet bottom. Very, very busy right now.

Chewing on your thumb nail, you grin broadly at the screen and wonder even more what he’s thinking.

You: What should I do while I wait for you then? If you’re so busy I’ll be so wet when you get here...

You: Already am pretty soaked actually. I tried to handle it myself. . .

Okay, this is the great thing about Chevy, realise. You can say whatever you like, sex-wise, and you wont ever be embarrassed. Because you know he’s always up to fuck, and he’s usually thinking about it first.

Chevy: Oh, are you just teasing me or are you gonna send proof? This is a dangerous game your playing princess/prince.

Oh dear. You cant send proof! How can you deflect this? “Ahh... “ Thinking as you look around the room, muttering in a panic ‘Um. Um. Um. Um-’, “OH!” You hop up from the couch and duck behind it, pull the front of your shirt forward and quickly snap a picture of your chest, before fixing your clothes and jumping back onto the couch, laying on your back again. Cheeks rosy from the adrenaline. Ross looks confused at you, nose scrunched up and beard askew, but you just waive him off and send the picture. You don’t type anything this time.

“Squirrely... “ Ross mutters in annoyance, shaking his head back at his reading material.

Your phone buzzes again and you try to keep a straight face as you read the block of text, and watch the attachment, the bottom half of your face hidden comfortably behind the collar of your shirt to hide your frazzled-ness.

Chevy: Baby, you know that’s not what I meant... But look what its done to me. Devil person.

*Chevy Attached: A video of his lap shifting, and there’s a slight bulge in his black pants.

Eyes wide at the video he must’ve taken on the sly under the table, of his gently growing prominence, as he shifts to get more comfortable with it. Its just enough movement for you to imagine it thrusting onto your aching section and it makes you hide even more of your face under your shirt. “Jesus... “ This may have been a bad idea.

Bad I cant stop.

You: I love that

Chevy: I know

*Chevy Attached: A picture of his grinning face from below, looking off assumedly to the slideshow or whatever they’re being shown in that meeting.

Why is that cocky, mischievous look on his face, which some (Including yourself sometimes) would call an asshole look, hotter then the outline of his huge, ever loving cock?? It just doesn't add up!

This is becoming a cruel, and unusual form of torture. You’ve never tried sexting before today, and you regret it.

Ohhh, god. You wish he was here! Closing your eyes for a moment and furrowing your eyebrows from frustration and longing, you shamelessly imagine how Chev would lead you to the nearest empty room with a door (Any room. Laundry? Kitchen? Your room? His? Someone else's?? It wouldn’t matter to him, and by the time he got your favourite weapon of his out you wouldn't either. At least, that’s the way things were the last time you checked.) push your body against the wall and thrust his cock deep into you as he plays torturously with your front with his huge hands...

And it wouldn't be hard. You’re already totally slick, with blood and slick.

Oh, god. You love that he’s there for period sex.

As you imagined, you had let your head fall to the side slowly relaxing. And, as you imagined further, fantasising about your orgasm building up and feeling your pussy ache for pressure in real life you start to hear h e a v y footsteps coming towards this room in the hall.

Just as you realise that your knight in shining cargo has come you snap your eyes open and there that man is, standing behind the couch above you, jaw taught. You cant see his lower section due to the back of the couch obscuring your view but a broad grin rips across your lips anyway at the speediness of his arrival and the forcefulness - in other words, desperation, - in his face. You immediately, kind of hilariously, yank out the hot water bottle from your clothes. “Well, hi there!- Oh,”

He just leans down, fixes his ginormous, manly hands around your waist and plucks you off the couch with ease, literally throwing you over his shoulder - your ass by his head, - and starts walking with just as much force as he came towards the exit. Oh, here we go...

Your pussy sings at the pressure of his broad shoulder pressing against it, and bumping against it as he walks, and you would be embarrassed by that but instead you just promise it that its going to get its real treat, real soon.

“Baby girl/boy, you’ve been a real, desperate, whore.” Cheavy growls out as he finds a room and turns on his heel, getting you both inside and kicking the door hard closed. You take that as a sign of how hard he’s about to fuck you, tingling with excitement. He lifts you off his shoulder and plops you down on the washing machine - or dryer? You don’t know. You just know its on, and its sending delicious vibrations through your core, - making you moan at the sudden, total attention to your cunt. But you’re also occupied sitting still, caught in his stern, smirking expression. “I really shouldn't reward you for behaviour like that, kid.”

Knitting your eyebrows together and shifting forward on the machine, opening your legs so he can nestle himself between them and running your hands around his neck so you can guide him forward you whine. Simping. “You don’t want to leave either, though, do you... ?” You smirk slyly.

“Right.” He smirks back, even more mischievously then you. It makes you wonder, and your pussy yearn. “That’s why I’m doing this for me.” One of those hands, your favourite hands in the entire world (Well apart from that of those who fight for minorities rights every day *Sit com wink into the camera*. ) moves between the two and latches onto your mound, making you jolt forwards into it as he cups and massages it. His hand perfectly cups it, too. Palm big enough to press against the lips, thumb strong enough at the top to rub up and down the top and the rest of his fingers just warm it all up. “Are you gonna be an obedient, disgusting little cock sleeve?” Caught in his gaze, and almost too turned on to respond, you stay still for a moment, thighs just clamping around his hand.

Almost.

Quickly, when he stops his movements on your core you nod fervently. “Yes! Yes, I am.”

“Hmmm?” He tilts his head, looking down as he unbuttons your jeans and makes your breath hitch as dips a thick finger past your underwear, into you and immediately takes it up again to his lips to taste, smirking at your stupefied expression. Blood... he just... tasted... your... He does this every time you two engage in period sex, just to see this reaction from you but you never get used to it. How does he do it?? “What do you call me when I fuck you, Y/N?”

You break yourself out of the moment, getting back to reality. “D-Daddy. Sorry. Sorry, Daddy... “

“That’s right, baby doll. I’m your Daddy, and you are... ?”

“Your amenable, disgusting little whore.” You respond obediently, like a student... yeah. A student right out of a porn video.

“Correct, now... Undo my pants now, wild cat. Somethings just begging for your aching, pretty cunt.” All too happy to do so, your hands dive down - well, not without feeling his chest up on your way down which is made so much easier as he’s just wearing a normal t-shirt instead of chest armour, - and wolfishly unzip and push down his trousers, revealing a fully, entirely enlarged and throbbing penis hidden behind worn cotton boxers. You chew on your lips as you go to pull down those, too, but Chevy chuckles and and gathers your eager hands in one his, reclaiming control that he never really lost. “Oh, not yet. I told you this was for me, didn't I?- “

“When are our carnal relations ever any different, Chev?” You ask, scrunching up your nose cheekily. Then, “Ah,”, remembering your place for the moment, you correct yourself carefully. But, you still smirk. “I mean... Daddy.”

“Get on your knees and use your mouth. You are so good at that- your best quality, really.”

Scrunching up your nose at his snark this time, scowling, you do as he says anyway hopping off the machine and coming face-to-dick.

Because you are a whore.

In this moment, at least.

And, besides; You are really, really good at this. If you do say so yourself. if you do it just right, his animal instincts will completely take over and he’ll really use you. He steps closer, feet on either side of your thighs making you crane your neck to not be motorboating his freaken balls. Pulling down his boxers, finally completely exposing his, admittedly perfect - for you, - , genitalia and sigh as you get to wrap both your hands around the girth. Its so thick. God, you love it.

I would love it a heck of a lot more if it was nailing me into the tiles right now instead of nearly poking my eye out... but there are ways we can make that happen.

Moaning, like you’re taking the first bite of a really good sandwich you take as much of his hot, leaking cock between your lips and your hot mouth. Immediately one of his hands cups the back of your head and firmly pushes you further, the girth disappearing into you until hair tickles your nose. You can only imagine how you look... and it kind of turns you on even more.

“You are the best cocksleeve, sweet’eart... “ He says, voice not betraying anything so far. You can change that.

Utilising the tip of your tongue, you begin to stroke the the bottom, all along it to the tip and you suck - gently at first, - and slipping your lips along the shaft over and over, like you’re eating an icy poll. Its a slick, spit sheening mess by the time he’s literally spilling spurts of cum into your mouth and chin, which you wipe off. Not a full orgasm, but enough to grant you what you really want. And damn, is it hot.

As you slip off of his head again, licking up the creamy substance from the very tip, guided back by his hands in your hair gently but authoritatively he lets out a loud growl at the pleasure you give him. “... Tell me, who’s your Daddy?”

You just innocently lean forward and nuzzle his thighs in response, making him shudder and get down to the floor with you. Frustratedly, like this has to happen right fucking now, Chevy lays you on your back on the cold floor and straddles you after tugging down your pants and your underwear, and shoves himself fully in you all at once.

Its an easy fit, spearing into your searing, red, mess of a hole like it can only be one time of the month and when you have sex with Chevy. He grunts, and starts absolutely thundering into you over and over, like you’re the best feeling cunt he’s every experienced. You believe it. And, because of the way he makes you feel with that gorgeous, stone-hard cock of his you hope it is really true.

The sounds that it causes you to make are completely pornographic, and can absolutely be heard outside the room. The strength he uses to pound your dripping pussy both presses your bare ass into the cold tiles of the floor and pushes you up across the ground, and you whine. So hard... “Oh my god, oh my god!!” You cant help how your legs spread as wide as possible at the thighs but your ankles press tightly to his back. You arch your back to meet him, listening to the squish sounds that come out of you and his growly, fast breathing. “So good, Chevy!!”

“What.” He says quickly, wrapping his hands around your waist to keep you still and not sliding up the floor- so his hits find their target every time with an agonising strength. Pounding your pussy in a way you wish wouldn't stop.

Pushing his chest up so you can relocate, and get a different position, making him sit and you straddle his waist, hands up his shirt and fingers spreading across his hairy chest. “I meant Daddy.”

“Yes you fucking did.”

He always gets so cranky when he’s close to blowing.

Its not a bad thing, cranky is sexy on him- provided his penis is shoved inside you.

Grinding in his lap now, you do much of the grunt work, until he cant take your torment this time and takes your waist in his hands again, lifting you and jamming you back down on his rod over and over again, until he explodes cum inside you.

The outburst fills you up completely, the funk dripping out from between your walls and around his base, dripping on the floor pink from your period causing you to see stars come too, a moment later as he slams you down on his manhood once more.

Catching your breathes, you two stay sitting there like that, letting your shared fluid ooze out of you from around him, until his cock softens totally in you. When that’s done, he lifts your body off his and sets you down on the ground away from the puddle you two made. Your legs feel shaky, your breath is hard to catch, and your pussy feels battered.

This was a good session.

Chevy seems to think so too, as he grins and picks you up again, sitting you sideways, carefully on lap. “Oh, did I do well, Daddy?” You blink innocently, happy to keep playing the game but tired.

“Mhm. As always. You’ve got the perfect cunt, baby girl/boy.”

You look up, waiting for a kiss. “Oh, hope so.” Your lips meet, finally, tongues playing together gentle. You exchange long, open mouthed kisses with each other for a while after your session, making out lazily and dining on each others tastes as desert.

#Classic Heavy x Reader #TF2 Cheavy #TF2 Cheavy x Reader #Classic Heavy #Teen Fortress 2 #TF2 Chevy #TF2 Chevy x Reader

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i-luv-sweets · 2 years

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So like….Anyone gonna make Cheavy x reader fanfics? Cause im kinda awkward searching for it. Its only medic x cheavy. Pls, someone. This man has so much Dom energy

#tf2 #teamfortress2 #teamfortresstwo #yandere tf2 #cheavy #Cheavy x reader

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5eraphim · 11 months

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the classic heavy x reader x heavy snippet and the request 4 context

(also note- this work is a unofficial/loose cannon sequel to Keep Your Friends Close (the heavy x reader x medic oneshot)

trigger warnings: assault, violence, angst

"C'mon, big guy, I'm offering to share. You should thank me." Then, in a lower voice, he mumbled into your ear, "You both should, actually." Despite your back to Cheavy, you could feel the animosity radiating between the two titans. But you despised the amusement you could hear from Cheavy. He despised the two of you, the feeling entirely mutual, but it was as though he didn't even see either of you as a real threat, and given the current situation, you could see why. It made you feel enraged and helpless all at once. The feeling of his skin crushingly close against yours made you want to wretch. He smelt borderline unwashed, and you hated to think his scent was already starting to rub off on you. It wasn't too hot out, but you could feel his body's heat beneath his clothes, making you feel overheated in the worst ways. Before now, you assumed the stories you'd heard of Cheavy to be dramatized. His bloodthirstiness and viciousness sounded too terrible to be a reality, even in a profession as morbid as yours. Cheavy, that maniac who would smile during battle and lick his enemies' blood from his weapons, would stop at nothing to accomplish his mission. How you wished you could return to such ignorance. Neither of the men moved. Heavy remained motionless as a statue, white-knuckled fists at his sides, his shoulders rising and falling visibly with each breath. While Cheavy kept the pistol's barrel crushed against your temple and a thick arm wrapped around your neck, forcing you to watch helplessly as Heavy all but shook with rage. "Doesn't look like your friend here wants to listen to me. You better call him over yourself. I'm starting to get impatient." Your throat felt dry, and the awful grip around your neck barely gave you enough breathing room to speak. Though you couldn't manage more than a whimper, "Don't make me do this…." In your peripherals, you saw a humorless smile spread across Cheavy's rugged face. "Why not? The big guy is your protector, isn't he? The perfect Heavy, a guardian angel for all the weaklings and parasites too cowardly to fight their own battles." The bitterness was all too evident. You never asked either Heavy or Medic about their past with Cheavy, the topic too taboo, the memories too painful. Whatever the bad blood between them was, it ran deep. You cringed, feeling the pistol move from your temple as you felt the cold gun-metal caressing the side of your face, the sensation only slightly less uncomfortable than his fingers against your face. Heavy's jaw clenched tighter as he tried desperately to hold in his emotions, tormented between wanting to run over and beat the life out of Cheavy and not daring to take a step closer and endanger your safety so recklessly. "You bastard!" Cheavy must've felt pretty pleased finally getting a verbal reaction from Heavy like that. "My only regret was not squeezing the life out of your precious doctor with my own hands. I intend to make up for that tonight."

#yandere #x reader #yandere tf2 #teaser #yandere tf2 heavy #yandere cheavy #yandere x reader #smut #tf2 smut #tf2 heavy x reader #classic heavy x reader

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5eraphim · 1 year

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Can you do Classic Heavy from TF2 x reader dubcon?

(I’m assuming this is for classic Heavy from the Comics, not the games because, as far as I know Classic game Heavy has, like- no characterization whatsoever. Comics Heavy sure does though! Wow what a scumbag! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy <3)

Summary: Reader is a Spy on a mission to scope out a thought to be abandoned base where the Classic team members used before their deaths. Upon discovering the stubborn members clinging to life the hunter becomes the hunted, and must do whatever it takes to make it through the night alive.

Character: Classic Heavy (Team Fortress 2 Comics)

Rating: X (MINORS DNI)

Word count: 6.4k (it KILLS me this turned out so long and im actually happy w how it turned out bc NO ONE likes this guy and I already know maybe 5 people are actually going to read this💀)

Content Warnings: Dubcon, abuse of power, oral (male and female receiving), size kink, shaming, edging, BAD ENDING, rough

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

(LAST EDITED 5/27/2023)

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-"

The only thought running through your head while you sprinted wildly, blindly away from the enemy. You were told the base was abandoned. Everyone back home was sure the classic team was dead and gone. As if you needed the help of the loud-mouthed idiot your team called a Scout. You might've been just a Spy, but you weren't intimidated. Yet here you were, fleeing for your life from the rival team who were, quite apparently, still alive. Generally, you wouldn't be alone on a mission like this. This must be your karma for insisting you take on this job yourself. But worse than being unpartnered, you were without your cloaking device. You were so arrogant to leave it behind, and now you paid dearly for that mistake. It was impossible not to cringe thinking back to how confident you were to handle an "easy" scoping mission like this all by yourself.

All moments leading to this bloody chase were a wild blur. One moment you were wondering what you thought was an abandoned base. The next, you were running for your life, pursued by two of the mercenaries of your rival group.

None of it made sense, but you were too scared to question how Gray's mercenaries were still alive. Fortunately, the fortress was absolutely massive, and despite being well into the heart of the building by the time you were spotted, there was more than enough room to run and try and throw them off your trail. And you figured if you could figure out how to come out the way you came in, you should be able to slip away without being captured. But, unfortunately, you weren't prepared for the sight of one of the other ex-mercs waiting at the exit, as though waiting for you to try and escape that way. You had no idea how he knew to choose this area to guard, but it was no longer an option. Just your luck. Upon seeing this, you pressed your back against the wall to try and remain out of sight. But you didn't have time to think. If you wanted to live, you needed to do something now.

Thinking fast, you pulled the mask off your head, balling it up and throwing it away with slightly awkward, fumbling hands. Pulling your suit jacket off, you let it fall to the ground as you forced yourself to run forward, untucking your shirt, fingering your hair, and trying to look as disheveled as possible. If the ex-mercenaries knew you were a member of their rival team, a Spy nonetheless, they wouldn't hesitate to kill you instantly, as cruelly as possible. But if you could convince Cheavy you were just a citizen who got lost and wound up here, he would let you slip by. It was unlikely, but your back was against the wall, and Cheavy was your last chance. This is it. There's no other way out. You'll have to go through him first, as he guarded the exit like a minotaur in a labyrinth. You ran into the room, halting, pretending you only just now noticed he was there. Obviously poised for a fight, expecting a mercenary to be the one running around the base was considerably confused at the sight of you. Doing your best to look helpless and bewildered, you froze in place. He lowered his weapon from the firing stance and stared you down as your mind raced with what to do next.

"Who are you?"

His voice was harsh and gravelly, while you'd only seen pictures of the Classic Heavy before, and hearing his voice made him all the more terrifying. You gave him an alias, your voice just above a trembling whisper.

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

"I-I don't know, I swear! I was traveling past, and I must've gotten turned around! I know I shouldn't have entered, but I thought this place was empty! I'm so sorry- I only meant to rest here a moment; the next thing I know, they're firing at me! Please, I don't want any trouble!"

While you did your best to appear meek, dazed, and innocent, you began to slowly inch your way down the side of the wall, trying to get closer to the door. You began to regret the plan more and more the longer you felt Cheavy's piercing eyes bearing down on you. He stepped back, entirely blocking the exit with his body, and you stopped moving, all but cowering in fear at the sight of him. He didn't look convinced, or maybe he just didn't care. If he had to slaughter an innocent life, he would do it. He had no incentive to let you live, and you feared you severely overestimated your evasiveness.

"Please just let me out, and you'll never see me around again! I didn't see anything- I just, I'm so sorry!"

He looked you up and down as if contemplating something to himself.

"If I let you out now, you'd get sniped in a second. So if you want to live, you're going to have to wait it out."

You were afraid it would come to this, but it would seem you had no other choice. If you wanted to avoid being ripped to shreds by the other mercenaries, you needed help. More specifically, you would need Cheavy to protect you. A tall order for such a seemingly apathetic man. But you had to try. The sound of a gunshot in the distance startled you. If you kept wasting time like this, they would immediately find you.

"Please, will you protect me?! I-I know I don't have anything to offer, but I'll do anything you want, I swear!"

He paused for a moment to consider. You clasped your hands together, your body tense and shaking in fear. You hated how he looked at you as if he wanted to draw out the moment as long as possible, regarding your fear with dim entertainment.

"I can hide and cover for you in my quarters. Are you really willing to follow?"

You knew what he was asking of you, and you didn't like it one bit. But you had a team counting on you to make it back to them, and if this is what it took to live to see your own base again, you didn't have much of a choice. You forced yourself to look him in the eye as you nodded once. He returned the gesture.

"You better follow close then. Try to run, and you die, got it?"

With that last command, he walked past you, listening intently to ensure the coast was clear before leading you deeper into the fortress, guiding you by the hand every step with a white-knuckled fist. You had to run to keep up with him, surprised at how much faster he moved than the Heavy you knew on your team. He moved decisively, knowing exactly where he was headed, and wasting no time to get there, racing up stairwells and across the halls until he stopped at the door he was looking for. He pushed the creaking door open, pulling you inside before slamming it shut behind him.

You shuffled aside to put a bit more distance between the two of you, nervously peering over the room while he turned to lock the door, kicked off his boots, and slid off his goggles, sliding them onto a rickety shelf on the wall. The room appeared bare, like a hospital room, all practicality with no comfort. If not for the military weaponry and equipment surrounding the desk, you'd never think this room belonged to someone like Cheavy.

You couldn't ignore the dismay and dread you felt when your eyes landed on his unmade bed in the far corner of the room. While you were still looking over the room, you felt Heavy's arms wrapping around your body, pulling your back to his chest as he held you there with a painful tightness. Your arms were effectively pinned at your sides, and you could feel your back trying to arch away from his body, but your strength was no match for his own.

"It's been a long time since there's been fresh meat around here. I can't remember the last time I've held a warm body like yours. It's been too long since I've had something like you all to myself."

He spoke in a low, guttural voice as he allowed his hands to glide along your body. Slipping a hand under your blouse, you shuddered at the skin-to-skin contact. It unnerved you how he described you as though you were nothing but an object or a means to an end for his own pleasure. Despite how needy he claimed to be, there was something so controlled about his movements, almost like he wanted to savor the moment as long as he could. Nuzzling his head against the top of your head, he inhaled the smell of your hair, moaning a little on the exhale.

"You'll do well for me. I can tell."

The hand under your top left your skin to hold onto one side of your blouse while his other hand gripped the other. With a tense slowness, Cheavy pulled the two sides away from one another, and you swallowed nervously as you could hear the bottom button straining before popping off, not yet exposing any skin, but enough for you to truly feel the coolness of the room as the fresh air ghosted over your flesh. But he didn't stop with that. Cheavy continued working slowly, deliberately popping off the second button and watching it bounce away onto the floor. He could feel how heavy your breath grew as you fidgeted nervously against his body, helplessly watching as he continued to rip off your blouse.

"I want to watch you take the rest of it off. Nice and slow."

You nodded, beyond thankful he was the one suggesting letting your body go, but before he did, you winced as he tightened his grip, whispering into your ear.

"I hope you're not stupid enough to try and run away because I'm promising you now, you won't make it far, and you won't like what happens when I get my hands on you."

He detached suddenly, and you felt a rush of fresh air wash over you as you could now breathe unrestricted. He walked over to the bed and motioned with his head for you to join him. You felt kitten-legged as you followed, treading as softly as possible on the creaking floor. He took his place at the head of the bed, sitting upright, resting his back against the wall behind the bed while you sat at the foot. Despite trying to get as much distance between the two of you as possible, his long legs took up a significant amount of the bed. He spread them slightly, narrowing his eyes. You knew instantly that meant he wanted you closer, and you completed, crawling over until you were at his knees, kneeling upright. Despite how he sat down while you knelt, you couldn't help but notice you still weren't much taller than him like this.

"C'mere, I wanna feel you sitting on my thigh."

You only then entirely noticed how dense and powerful his thighs looked. The Heavy you knew was comically top-heavy, his legs looking almost stubby in comparison, but the Classic was much more proportional. You couldn't help but admit his thighs didn't look like a bad place to perch. Ignoring the current circumstances. Walking over on your knees, you felt him put one hand on your hip and the other on your upper thigh, guiding you into place with a thankful soft grasp. You slowly settled down your weight until you were fully sitting on his thigh. The embarrassing position was made all the more humiliating as you felt with the thigh between his legs the presence of the bulge in his pants with your leg slotted between his legs.

His hands rubbed encouraging circles into your skin as you undid the top button. It was a shame he so brutishly ruined such an expensive shirt, but that was the least of your worries currently. You could feel his hungry eyes on your tits as your bra came fully into view, but you didn't have the courage to look at him, instead turning your face down to watch your hands working to fully expose yourself to the man. Finally, when you reached the bottom of your blouse, you shrugged it off onto the bed. He positioned his hands so both were on your waist, specifically at the top of your trousers.

"I wanna see these gone next."

He lightly pushed his thigh up against your groin to emphasize his words. You grit your teeth at the unwanted yet not entirely unpleasant friction between your legs as you undo your pants, Cheavy letting you go just enough to kick your pants off before settling back in place on his thigh. He used both hands to pull you forward until your bare skin pressed against his still-clothed body. Then, with one hand on your cheek, he moved your face to finally meet you at eye level before pulling you into a deep, open-mouthed kiss. He groaned as he rolled his tongue around your mouth, feeling your tongue shyly returning some affection. This momentarily held his attention until he decided he needed more.

He used both hands to unhook your bra and off your body without breaking the kiss. Then, with a crushing force, you felt his hands clamp down over your tits, squishing them together and rolling his thumbs over your nipples. Next, Cheavy broke the kiss to bring his head to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, where he began to suckle and nibble at the thin skin. You grit your teeth at the way his touch continued to turn you, clenching your thighs tighter around his thigh. He shamelessly continued to paw at your chest even when you encircled his wrists with your hands, trying weakly to push out of his hold. Genuinely, you weren't trying to piss him off. You just wanted a moment to catch your breath. But when Cheavy suddenly pushed his thigh up between your legs again, you couldn't help but arch your back forward, leaning all the more into his touch.

He eventually broke contact with your neck to begin undoing his harness, but you interrupted.

"Here, lay back down. Let me do it for you."

He watched you with charmed eyes as you willed your hands into motion to undo the harness he wore over his undershirt. Anyone could tell you were scared by how your hands trembled and fumbled to complete the task of stripping him down. Despite being almost entirely nude, you felt a humiliating flush of shame. All the while, he stared you down, eyes half-lidded with lust. He moved with you to remove the harness and his shirt before pushing them off the bed. His broad chest, massive with a decent layer of blubber, was coated with coarse ungroomed body hair, and you couldn't help but notice the thick happy trail leading down to his pants. He was much leaner than the Heavy you knew, but that wasn't saying much, and he was no lightweight. His body had remained well intact, despite being what you assumed must've been at least into his 50s. Heavy's chest and upper arms were decorated with thick veins, just like the ones you noticed earlier on his neck.

You were humiliated by the way you were momentarily distracted by his body, but you couldn't help but find yourself staring. He was built like a bull, a feral animal. The broadness of his chest, the mighty length of his shoulders, rising and falling evenly with every breath he took. Reaching out, you ran your hands down his chest feeling Heavy's thick skin adorned with ample scar tissue, using your fingers to lightly prod at the skin, feeling his body shake with an easy laugh.

"You like what you see?"

"You're so, I mean, my God, you're absolutely massive…."

He shrugged at this, taking great pleasure. Your hands felt so small and soft against his body as you reluctantly felt him up. Soon enough, your hands began to drift a little lower, smoothing over the thick layer of fat over his lower belly, and you steeled yourself to finally undo his pants. Heavy rolled his hips forward to meet your hands as you undid the top button, wanting to undo them quickly, like pulling off a bandaid.

Because of this, you were completely caught off guard when you realized Heavy wore nothing under his pants. Forcing you to finally come face to face with his cock, already fully erect, enhanced with thick veins, and just as thick as you feared. Even though you could only see as much as his open pants would allow you to tell, judging by his pubes, his lower body must've been just as hairy as his upper body.

"I'm not one to take mercy on the enemy. So for your sake, I suggest you don't half-ass this."

Ever since you met Heavy, you were instantly intimidated by his voice, but this line, in particular, sent a chill down your spine as you felt a fresh wave of fear wash over you. But he was right. If you wanted to make it, you needed to earn it, and he wanted you arousing, not simpering and begging for mercy. Though you knew in the back of your mind, seeing you so feeble and cowering at least caught his attention long enough not to shoot you the moment he laid eyes on you. Just focus already, and get it over with! You mentally screamed at yourself.

And so you did.

Cupping both your hands around his shaft, you worked up a bit of saliva in your mouth before rolling your tongue very slowly along the underside of his cock. Heavy's head tipped back, sighing with relief as you used your fingers to massage along the base of his dick, keeping the pleasure going while you fought back nausea and forced yourself to go back down. Pulling your hand away, you spit on your fingers, doing the same with the other hand. He was massive, and you wanted to try and minimize as much friction as possible. You could feel him throbbing with your hands when you licked another long line under his member, lightly flicking your tongue against his tip. Kissing the tip softly, you stretched your mouth open, ready to take as much in your mouth as you could manage.

You were hardly prepared when you felt a massive hand on the top of your head, stopping you from pulling away. Breathing through your nose, trying to ignore the pungent musk surrounding your head, you squeezed your eyes shut. Lips stretched to accommodate his shaft, he rolled his hips slightly, pushing deeper inside.

"Sto'! Yo'r 'oo 'ig!"

There was a good chance he couldn't hear your whimpering over the sound of his strained breathing, as well your own choking sounds as you tried to keep breathing, but there was an ever greater chance he simply didn't care. Foolishly you moved your hands from around his base to fist at the sheets, trying to pull your head away, Cheavy didn't like that. But fortunately for him, he happened to have your head completely in his hands, and thus could use you to compensate for the loss of tightness. With a low groan, he forced your head down even lower until the tip reached the back of your throat. Despite all this, you did your best to keep sucking away, to use your tongue, and to move your head around the best you could.

Clearly, your efforts were paying off, as you could feel his movements begin to grow even needier. His grip on the back of your head tightened painfully, and his hips jerked up sharply, his precum beginning to dribble out the sides of your mouth, though you could feel the stuff mixing with your drool as it leaked down your chin. After a bit more of this, you felt his entire body tensing up as he shot his whole load into your mouth. You could feel your stomach growling and twisting with disgust as you felt the hot stuff slide down your throat, followed by a salt-water-like aftertaste. Finally, he released his hold on your head, allowing you to disconnect from his body with an embarrassing popping sound. Thankfully you were given a moment to catch your breath as he did the same. His head rested against the wall as you cleaned up what remained of his seed off your face before wiping it away on the bed sheets.

"Lay on your back. Right now."

He hardly even gave you a moment to follow his command before roughly shoving you down on your back when you managed to sit upright, your head at the foot of the bed. Ripping your underwear with a harsh jerk, he pulled them down your legs before dropping them off the side of the bed. You stared up at the ceiling, hearing him remove his pants before they joined your clothes on the floor. You watched him draw closer from your peripherals until he kneeled directly before you. Cheavy took hold of your thighs in both hands without waiting for your permission and spread them wide, keeping them painfully pinned down to the bed. The suddenness and force at which he grabbed you caused you to yelp in alarm and squirm in discomfort and fear under his touch, though you didn't have a chance to break free from his hold. He chuckled, crushing his fingers against your flesh even harder, causing you to wince and grit your teeth to try and withstand the pain.

"Don't tell me you're scared now, little girl. The fun's just getting started."

You shook your head no but knew he could read the pain on your face clear as day. You were too scared to look down, too terrified of the sight below. Your most dangerous of advisories was just a breath away from your vulnerable sex, and there was nothing you could do to protect yourself now. It hardly mattered to Cheavy, he knew you were scared out of your mind, and that was all he needed. Using the tip of his tongue, he lightly licked up, collecting the wetness that continued seeping out of you. He felt a new excitement rising within himself, watching your smaller body twitch and writhe, pinned to the bed under his massive hands. He wanted to draw out the moment, really he did, but when his tongue reached your clit, Cheavy teased the swollen bundle of nerves, the sound of your moans so beautifully complemented by your unsteady breathing, he just about lost all sense of self-control.

Connecting his lips to your body, he kissed your clit, sucking in, messily rolling his tongue against you, shuddering with pleasure as he finally tasted your tempting body. But he needed more. Greedily he continued to suckle, leading one of your thighs, guiding it to wrap around the back of his head. The friction of his facial hair against your inner thighs felt so bizarre, unlike anything you'd felt before, but it was hardly enough to distract you from what his mouth was doing between your legs. You felt him use his free hand to slide two gnarly fingers inside you, collecting more wetness and only briefly breaking contact with you to suck his fingers clean.

God, he was moving too fast, too harshly, but you couldn't deny it all felt so good. But it was better than good. There was something about being manhandled by this hulking brute that was such a turn-on. Feeling his heavy body bearing down against you, pumping his fingers in and out while his drool mixed with the slick between your legs. You could feel the pressure building deep in your gut, and you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Then, rolling your head back, you felt your climax coming closer. Surely he could feel it too, you were throbbing, and you could feel your heart race in anticipation.

But just as you took a deep breath, preparing for your final release, you felt his fingers pull out, his mouth disconnect. Making a disappointed noise, you pulled away from the mattress a little to look down at him. Heavy, still pinning one of your legs down with his hand pulled away from you, your leg sliding down, disconnecting from the back of his head. Biting your lower lip, you were thankful for the dim lighting in the room. You didn't want a full view of his face covered in your slick.

"You want to come too? Make yourself useful and get on top of me."

For such a simple command, it took nearly all your strength to stop your knees from knocking together as you used your arms to push yourself up to a sitting position. Looking at the head of the bed, Cheavy sat upright with his back to the headboard, waiting for you to sit on his lap. From the looks of him, you figured he was just as turned on as you were, his cock hard and already beginning to leak precum. Of course he was already hard.

Given how intensely he was staring you down, looking Cheavy directly in the eye was impossible. Keeping your head down, sulking forward when you got to his feet, you looked up, unsure what he wanted from you.

"Closer."

Nodding, you padded closer, swallowing your nerves. You spread your legs, straddling Cheavy's thighs, grabbing his shoulders to keep steady. Impatiently, Cheavy reached out, and with a harsh grip on your hips, he pulled you closer until your core was just over his tip. Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt Cheavy run one of his huge hands along your hip towards your backside, your soft flesh feeling warm and inviting to Cheavy as he watched you try to conceal your arousal by hiding your face, but you couldn't hide this. He knew a part of you clung to your personal decency, too afraid to fully let go and give into pleasure, not like that would last much longer anyway.

Tightening your grip on his shoulders, you ran your pussy along the underside of his cock, adding a bit of slickness to his hefty shaft. You were almost too scared to look, trying not to think about the pain and forcing yourself to keep moving. Judging by how his cock throbbed against you, he wanted you right now. Still, despite your own desires, you were almost too scared to move further. You knew it was too late to turn back, but you still felt utterly unprepared. You could tell he wanted you to be the one to move first as he was eerily still below. You didn't need to look down, using your sense of touch to align your core with his member as you forced yourself to lower down to envelope his head. It stung like hell. Despite how you prepared for this moment, he was still hung as hell, and you couldn't help but fear what would happen if it didn't fit.

Cheavy shifted his arms, one wrapping around the back of your neck, holding the back of your head in the palm of his hand, and the other wrapping around your waist. You were surprised he wasn't slamming into you or forcing himself inside, instead taking you in his arms almost soothingly.

"Deeper- Now!"

"I'm trying!"

Despite being on your knees and heavily sitting down, the two of you were still, just about at eye level, as you could feel his hot breath against your neck and face with every word he spoke. You gasped, feeling him push up just a little to encourage you to go on. Using your grip on his shoulders, you drew closer, wrapping your arms around the back of his head, connecting your cheeks together.

The sting was still there, but you fought back, forcing yourself to take more, the pain dulling the longer you got used to feeling something so massive inside. His head leaned back a little, signing in relief as you finally managed to take all of him inside you. You heard him inhale deeply, breathing in your scent, moaning in pleasure at the sensory overload of the moment before giving in entirely.

"You think you're ready? You need me to move first?"

Whispering in his ear, you answered,

"I am."

Needing no further incentive, you felt his hips begin to rock below you. The stinging started to fade away as he moved surprisingly adept beneath you. The feeling replaced by pleasurable friction. It felt wrong to want him so bad, but you didn't even care. For just a moment, you wanted nothing more than to chase your own pleasure, taking Cheavy right along with you. The lewd sound of wet skin against skin accented by the headboard hitting the wall behind the bed and the combined sound of your choppy breathing. Cheavy's arm slithered down from your waist to your crotch as he found your clit again. He used his fingers to roll the bud between his fingers, pinching lightly, massaging the skin with a skill you'd never expected from him.

It was getting harder and harder to keep up. You felt so tiny and under his control on his lap, your mind lost to the pleasure. You felt a familiar burning feeling deep in your gut, though now you were rolling and grinding your hips against his, feeling how you were arousing him just as intensely. His hand on the back of your head tightened as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back slightly. Gasping in surprise, your little reaction only encouraged his roughness as he wounded his fingers deeper into your hair, the pull increasing in strength the closer he was to his climax. And with one more pull on the back of your head, in perfect sync with a pinch to the clit you came right then and there, riding Heavy needily as you wanted to draw out your orgasm the best you could, now mentally sending your blessings to this psychopath and his huge cock. You pushed away from his shoulders with your hands, your back arching in pleasure as your entire body went tense and rigid.

Feeling your body coming against his was the final push he needed to reach his own peak. Cheavy shot his load straight into you, hips bucking the cum deeper inside as he pounded into you mercilessly. Even after his orgasm, he continued to mindlessly pump into you, feeling the pleasurable aftershocks of his orgasm beginning to settle in.

Cheavy's shoulders slumped, and his head followed suit, bobbing slightly as he tried to catch his breath while you were still buzzing from your orgasm, unable to do anything but brace your weight against his shoulders. You were still trying to find your bearings as you felt him carefully pull out, keeping hold of your waist to keep you steady. You were distantly aware of the feeling of his seed dripping between your legs, down your thighs. Momentarily forgetting yourself, you slackened his grip, falling into his chest. For all the mental and physical pain you'd suffered today, you desperately wanted to be held, to feel just a morsel of comfort, no matter from who.

This didn't last too long, as Cheavy began to shift in bed, easily moving your body with his. Going from sitting up in bed to laying down. Feeling your initial fear of Cheavy resurfacing, you timidly shifted from resting your body on top of his to laying on your side right next to him. You curled into the fetal position with your back to him, not quite in pain but far from at ease. You were filled with dread as you couldn't help but wonder if you could trust him to hold up his side of the bargain now that he had what he wanted. After all, you were no one to him. Just a body he could use to warm his bed.

It took everything to try and push these thoughts away. To try and convince yourself you did everything you could to survive, that come next morning, Heavy would want you gone. The feeling of Cheavy's hefty arm pulling you possessively into his chest as he repositioned to lay on his side facing you. Then in a low whisper, you heard him speak, his breath tickling the flesh of your face.

"You did well. I never thought you spies were good for much of anything. I think I'll keep you here a little longer."

With this one statement, you felt your blood run cold. Without realizing your body began to tremble. You felt cold and terrified despite how close you were to his warm body. Like a splash of frigid water, you felt goosebumps prickle, and your stomach flip. He knew. He fucking knew all along, and I fell right for it! You thought bitterly. You wanted to cry, or scream, or try and fight back, or run, but you knew it was pointless, and you'd lost the battle. He couldn't see your face, but he could tell by your unsteady breathing and tense body that you were only now realizing the situation. In a mockingly soothing gesture, he began to run his hand along your arm, hushing your ragged and fearful breathing.

"It's not every day a hostage is practically thrown right into my lap like this. But you're something special. I can feel it."

Your stomach churned with disgust and fear as you could do nothing but lay down in the grave you'd drug for yourself unknowingly. You couldn't budge an inch from his body, given his hold on you. With a trembling voice, you spoke,

"How did you-"

"I've seen your wanted posters with the rest of your team. That mask of yours doesn't hide as much as you think it does. I had a hunch it was a spy stirring up my team, and the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew."

"But why this! Why not just kill me if you hate me so much?"

You couldn't hide the distress in your voice nor the sobs you no longer had the strength to hide.

He pulled you a little tighter.

"Like I said, it's been too long since I've seen some fresh meat around here. And all the better, a little spy. I hate your type, you know that? You think you're so clever, so sneaky, so much better than the rest of us, don't you? You, spineless Spies, don't deserve a quick death. Your kind has been a thorn in my side for too long, I can't kill you all, but I sure as hell can make you pay on their behalf."

You wanted to question him further as though you had anything to say for yourself. You were an embarrassment to spies everywhere, and now you were stuck here, against your will and under enemy command.

"You'll make a nice little bargaining chip. Your teammates must be so worried about their poor little spy. But do you think they would take you back if they knew what you've done?"

You answered in a weak, cracked voice, hardly louder than a whisper.

"You're wrong. We're a team. They would never abandon me. No matter what."

He snickered in amusement as you clung to what little resilience you could muster. It was cute, really.

"You're sure about that? Do you really think they'll trust you once they find out you've fucked the enemy because you were too weak to escape? I bet if they could see you now, naked, full of my cum, and in the enemy's bed, none of them would want you back. Hell, maybe I could slit your throat right now, and they would be on my side."

You huffed, trying to prove you didn't believe him, but it wasn't until now that you realized how filthy you felt. You hated how right he was. The way you wanted to puke, feeling his sweaty chest pressing against your back, the feeling of his seed deep in your gut. How you felt like you could still feel his cum running down your throat, over your tongue, and spilling from the sides of your mouth. As much as it hurt to admit it, Heavy was right. You felt repulsive. As much as you tried to assure yourself you only did what you had to do to survive, it did nothing to stop the shame from washing over you. You felt sick to be in your own skin, fresh tears prickling in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks as you used every ounce of strength to remain cloistered, to do whatever you could to prevent giving Heavy the satisfaction of seeing you broken down and frail. Finally, with a light peck on your cheek, Heavy whispered.

"Tomorrow is gonna be a fun day for us. You'll want to get some sleep in while you can."

Suddenly you felt his hold around your body tighten as he spoke in a frighteningly low hiss.

"And if you try to escape and wake me up, I'll break your fucking spine."

You nodded rapidly, wanting nothing more than to escape his vice-like grip. Fortunately, this was all it took, and he relaxed while keeping you tightly under his arm, tucked under his chin. You could not fall asleep, but you forced yourself to close your eyes and slow your breathing. It wasn't long until you felt his breathing begin to copy your rhythm as he drifted off to sleep. You wished you could do the same, but his questions kept repeating. Of course, your team would want you back. They would understand you did what you had to do. There's no way they would see you as a traitor for doing what you needed to do to survive. Despite how you tried to assure yourself, Cheavy successfully planted seeds of doubt in your mind, and now there was no way to ignore the uncertainty lingering in your mind. Wondering if you could trust your team to want you back, fearing the worst was yet to come.

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MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You try to sacrifice yourself to save the people you love but something goes wrong, and you're caught- and saved- and your saviour is absolutely p i s s e d that you would try something like that and thought he would let you.

Includes: Barbara Kean, Candy Pop, Captain Hook (2003), Cheavy / Classic Heavy, Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Dark Link, Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Peter Hale, Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane.

Warnings: SERIOUS POSESSIVENESS. Like, possibly yandere? I mean, they're already villains so I dunno if its really yandere but... just so you get the idea. Violence and threats, too. Mommy kink in Barbara's sorta (A tiny bit) and Daddy kink in Freddy's, obviously. Michael carves his name into your skin. Clearly some very unhealthy relationships. Also unedited writing cuz the hour is late and I'm too tired.

Barbara Kean:

"I'm here." You say, quietly, leaving the shadows and coming out into the light. Oswald looks pleased to see you, and smug; He never doubted even for a second that you wouldn't come after he sent you that note.

Your friend's cut off, bloody ear is what he thinks, possibly, did the trick.

"Ahh, its good to see you're a good decision maker, Y/N. That'll come in handy working for me- I knew you were a good pick." As he talks, you just stare at the ground. You know this is right decision, to save your friends, and your family, and Barbara.

But that doesn't make it any less terrifying. The Penguin is insane. Yes, he's a little more predictable then, say, The Riddler and that freaky Jerome Valeska from a year ago, but that sure as hell doesn't make him any less violent. You've seen it.

"Now come over here." He suddenly demands, and you're quick to obey- albeit, sloppily due to nerves.

Before you get too far across the floor, though, a new voice rings throughout the building. Shrill, and furious, and present.

"I don't think so!~"

It sends shivers down your spine, as a familiarly fuchsia gloved hand wraps around your upper arm and grips you tight, and realisation of what deep shit you're in now, dawns.

You glance to the side and up, and find Barbara's face quickly- she's not looking at you, but you know damn well that the unhappy look on her pretty face isn't, for Oswald. Your heartbeat starts to rush against your chest, as you look at her, waiting for her to snap. To look at you. The longer you wait, the more seconds that pass as she ignores you, scares you even more.

"Ozzy... " She tilts her head to the side, flashing a fake smile as she adjusts her fingers around your arm. "How dare you try to steal away my little cutie pie, here. They're mine." She rights her head, every bit as perky as a weather girl- one with a loaded handgun, that is.. "Or did you not get the memo?"

Oswald rolls his eyes and sighs. "Y/N came of their own free will, Barbara. I don't know what you want me to say."

For a few moments, Barbara doesn't say anything. This mess clearly, means more to her then to him as her baby blues stew like a raging sea, now. An angry, thunderous, violent, raging sea. "... You're right." She spits out, almost animalistic, through grit teeth. "Nothing. I don't want anything, from you. I got everything I wanted. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind."

As you watch Oswald slowly shrug, figuring this isn't worth the bullets really, and leave along with your chances to save your friend- you consider wriggling from Barbara grip and chasing after him-

But she's always read your mind like an open tab. You feel her breath on your ear before you even know she's noticed your thoughts, and cease up. "Not. You. Baby doll... " Her grip on your arm now tightens to the point that it genuinely hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut. "You're staying right here, with mommy. And explaining yourself. Got it?!"

Candy Pop:

After Candy Pop throws you back in your room, letting go of your wrist that will surely bruise, now, is when he finally lets out his frustrations. Finally fucking speaks, for the first time since he saved your stupid ass from making, in his opinion, the most imbecilic idea of your dumb little life.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" You just glare back, massaging you wrist with a thumb. "No- no really. Run me through your stupid, little, human thought process here. You give yourself up to the devil- cuz that's what Zalgo is, in case you didn't quite realise... and then what? All is fine? I let you go do something like that peacefully? What!? Seriously, tell me! Because I'm mystified. Let me, the thousand year old being, in on your tiny little human plan, that was apparently so much better, then anything I could've cooked up if you'd come to me. Hm? What was it?!"

"I was thinking, I wanted you- and Cane, and my family, and everyone, safe!" You snap, glowering just as hard back at him. "And Zalgo said, to do that, I needed to give myself up!- "

"Fucking hell." He snaps, running two hands through his hair frustrated beyond belief clearly. "How could you- How- I cant even comprehend- the thought process that lead you- " He takes a deep breath. "You really thought it was that cut and dry? That damn simple?"

"Ultimatums, usually are!" You cry, not understanding what the hell he wasn't understanding. Why he couldn't let you make your own fucking decisions.

For a few good moments, he just stares at you. A thing akin to hatred, burning his eyes. Now, you know he doesn't hate you, and all this is coming somehow from a place of care, but- it truly is a scary thing, to stare back into.

Then he turns around and laves your room, slamming the door closed. "Stay there!" He calls back as he leaves the house. "I'm going to fix the tragic mess that you created! If you move even a fucking inch, out of that room, I will know! And I will come back to drag you kicking and screaming, right fucking back!"

Captain Hook (2003):

As soon as you wake up, you groan straight from the heart and push yourself up into a sitting position, leaning your back against the familiar headboard.

Here you are. Right back where you started.

You failed. And due to the terrible headache plaguing the forefront of your brain right now, you assume you failed badly.

"Oh- you're awake!" And you also figure that you're about find out the specifics of your failure, too, as you take your hand slowly from the back of your head where you were searching for a bump- and to the desk where Hook sits, a cold look on his smiling face.

Immediately you feel fear shoot through you. Oh no.

"Look, Hook, lets just forget it. You would've done the same for me- "

"I assure you, Y/N." Hook's eyes go dark, and the polite smile disappears. A sneer replaces it, the hair on his top lip raising. "I wouldnt've."

Worrying your bottom lip, you wonder what you can say to make this go away. Calm him down. You knew this would piss him off... you just, didn't think you would be alive to see it.

Now you are and you definitely, almost, regret your decision to go off on your own. "I get it... you think what I did was stupid- "

"Immeasurably."

"But I had to."

He sits you with a scary look, turning his head and raising his brows at you- the expression almost reading surprised. He's shocked, that you would think that you had to do something like that. Or that you would dare, say that to him.

Then he slams his hook suddenly right into the wood of his desk, making loud, startling BANG sound that causes you to jump along with all the objects sitting on the desk- and look away from him. "Like HELL you had to!"

Cheavy / Classic Heavy:

Cheavy wrangles you too easily, using his ridiculous, terrifying strength to to twist your body by the wrists- around and back across the field to Blue HQ. On the walk, he says nothing; But you can hear his teeth grinding.

As soon as you get back to your shared bedroom, you try to wrench out his grip but he doesn't let go and causes you to cry out in pain with your yourself too hard. Then he leans down, tightens his grip for a moment so you know he's not fooling around, and you smell his foul breath as he speaks at you: "Now, doll, listen close. If you try some bullshit like that again, I'll break your fucking legs. That'd keep you outta trouble, wouldn't it?"

Groaning and rolling your eyes, you yank yourself away again and this time he lets you go immediately- causing you to fly into the floor. "Argh... asshole." You mumble, pushing yourself up and aching all over, irritation flickering madly deep in your chest.

"Yeah, maybe... " His gruff voice is lower, then usual. Slower. This isn't his usual anger- not loud, and nothing's being smashed, no. This is controlled, as he fights not to scare you with how much fury he's really feeling at what you did. "But at least I'm not acting like a damn twit."

"I was saving your life, dick!"

"I don't want you saving my life, kid. You should really talk to a guy before tryin' something that." Turning your back to him, you go to your dresser and just start absentmindedly fiddling with things- too furious with him to even look at him. "What? Not in a talking mood? Good. I think you've done enough today, huh? Stay in fucking here. I wasn't joking about breaking your legs, sweetheart."

Then the door behind you slams shut so hard your body jumps in surprise, and you wince.

Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray:

You could not be more mad right now as you watch Chucky unlock your apartment door, clearly mad himself, and fight yourself not to jerk out of the iron grip he still has on your arm and bolt as fast as you can, as far as you can, away from him. But to do that would be cowardice, so you settle for glaring a hole into the back of his head, planning the fowl things you're going to say to him once he lets you inside and closes the door.

Before the door even clicks closed behind you though, Chucky whips around first and slams you into it, using your body to ram it shut- and god, the expression on his face. Hell would freeze over.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? You're fuckin' lucky I figured out where you were gonna be and came to save your ass- otherwise you would be so dead right now." Those blue eyes absolutely burn into yours.

But yours burn right back, as you struggle to get his hands off you. You stop, when he just fetches his gun out of his pocket and shoves it into your stomach, causing your to freeze- but your eyes are still like stone, staring fearlessly back at him. "It is none of your business what I do with my life Chucky. And I was saving you people- "

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. You're lucky I'm such a good, fuckin, guy, or I'd really fuck you up about now for the fuckery you just tried. You should thank me for saving your life- " He leans in close, noses nearly touching. "Its not really my thing."

"Thank you!?"

"Honey you better start givin' the option a good think, cuz my trigger finger itches." This time you say nothing, seeing the look in Chucky's eyes change. Still angry, still totally boiling with rage - to an extent he has never felt, before, - but more desperate. He presses his forehead into yours just as firmly as the gun in your gut. "I don't think you quite get how bad I got it for you, Y/N."

Dark Link:

"So??" Zalgo prompts, getting tired already of this game you and Dark are playing. Where the boy tells you that you don't have to this, when you definitely do, and you say oh but I'm doing this for you Dark, which makes the demon feel sick honestly, and so on and so forth with no foreseeable, logical end- The first couple turns were entertaining, but now he's just wholly grossed out by the squishy lovey stuff.

You take a deep breath, and prepare to shake Dark's relatively gentle grip on your shoulder off of you to move forward towards Zalgo- but Dark's tone suddenly shifts. He heaves a great sigh, and you turn to watch his head fall forward, surrendering.

Not you, though. As his hand curls more tightly around your arm. "Y/N... damn, I tried to do this the cute way. But I guess that isn't gonna work, is it?"

"What?" You ask, blinking up at him with eyes as the silver haired Link-Look-Alike raises his head again- looking far less desperate, this time. More determined. Cold. And hard.

Resolute (You aren't going anywhere.)

"You think I'm going to let you go anywhere with this jackass? Come on." He rolls his eyes. "Give me some credit here. I kinda love you."

"I dont have much of a choice, Dark- " You try to separate from him and his grip tightens even more- hurting, now. A gasp is torn from you, followed by a pained whimper. "Dark!- "

"You try to get out of this grip again sweet cheeks, and you'll lose this arm."

Freddy Krueger:

You close your eyes, and wait for the pain. You expect a blinding pain, as a bullet tears through your body, you expect to double over, or maybe to just fall... but none of that happens. You feel nothing.

But you do hear a squish, and a thump. And when you open your eyes, you see the Springwood parent on the ground, gun skittering across the floor a few feet and Freddy standing behind the, now, corpse.

His blue eyes look poisoning when he looks up at you, and you immediately feel fear shoot through you like lightning. That's a horrible, scowl- and you thought his leer was bad to be at the receiving end of. This, is much worse. He looks like he wants to tear you apart.

"Now sweetheart... what do we say to Daddy when he goes out of his way to come out of the dream world, weakening himself, to save your little, disobedient bitch-ass." He talks slow, annunciating every syllable, carefully. When you're too afraid, you're actually shaking, to say anything for a few moments, his shoulders drop and he sighs. "I think that'd be thank you." He raises his brows. "Don't you?"

"I... I was handling it." You force out, crossing your arms over your chest- heart beating against it so hard hard that you're afraid it'll break free and fly across the room. "I- I was saving everyone."

At this, Freddy's eyes narrow dangerously, and he walks over, pushing himself into your personal space as you turn your head away, avoiding behind nose to nose with him. Afraid if you look back at him, you'll fall apart. You'll lose the tiny little bit of resolution that you have. "Sweetheart, look at me... " You refuse, closing your eyes. "I said look at me." His non-gloved hand comes up and drags your face, and squeezes, so you open your eyes and look at him- gasping in surprise at the action. "Listen good, bitch. The naughty acts good for roleplay babe but that's where the fun ends. Do you fucking understand?"

"... yes... " Your heart breaks a little at the defeat, muscles relaxing and arms dropping from their crossed state; Your eyes look to the floor as Freddy smirks, pleased.

"That's what we like to hear!"

Michael Myers:

After Michael barged on into that abandoned building, easily took out the others in there that were his enemies, that you were giving yourself up to, and then knocked you the hell out... he disappeared for 2 weeks.

You woke up on your bed, still in your clothes from last night, including your shoes, and above the covers with a killer migraine... and Michael wasn't there. nor was he there at bed time, when he would usually come and visit you. Or the next day, or the next.

This is not to say that throughout those two long weeks, you weren't aware of his presence. No, he made it quite clear that he was still there, that he was just pissed as all get out but would know and stop you if you tried anything like the other night again.

You would catch glimpses of him on your way to work, and home again. Just dark figures following you every now and then, and watching you through windows from across the street.

And, the notes.

Yes he left you notes.

Horrible, cold notes that were written crayon you knew he stole from a child he probably killed, that made you feel sick. They would have words like 'DONT' and 'STOP' and 'I WATCH' written on them in big, capital letters. Over and over again. These would be left carefully on the floor, just inside your front door; Facing you.

You also watched the news and witnessed the rate of his murders increase drastically.

After the 2 weeks were finally over, he came back to your surprise. He was just there, in your room, waiting for you when you got home one night. He stood stock still, of course... until you approached him. The second you got too close, he snapped into action and grabbed you; He threw you on your stomach on the bed, and yanked your top up...

Then carved his name in your back with his knife, and left you there to stew for a while as he went to make himself a sandwich.

Peter Hale:

Peter just looks exhausted. He holds his head in his hands for a while, occasionally shaking his head and chuckling as he thinks through what you did, and you watch him. You're slightly afraid, to be honest. Its scary when Peter loses his cool. I mean, it was for sure worse when he found you and dragged you out of harms way, and glared... but this isn't much better.

You wonder what he'll do when he pulls himself together.

Should you make a run for it?

No... he could catch you.

Finally, after literally 3 hours - you should never underestimate Peter's ability to be still, - he looks up, and rests his chin in his hands. He raises his brows at you. "So?" He prompts. "What were you thinking?"

"I-I... I wanted to keep you safe... "

His eyes are cold, and lifeless. "Aw... how sweet." And there's no warmth in his voice, either. Its like a slap in the face.

Still, you don't retaliate. You just set your hands in your lap, and meekly ask him: "What... what are you going to... do?"

His gaze flicker's from the floor in front of his, to you thoughtfully, before he shrugs. "Well I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, that's been made abundantly clear. You nearly gave me a stroke back there, sweetheart, and you know how much I hate being reminded of my age."

"Y-yeah, but... how?" You ask, looking up innocently at him. He tilts his head to the side.

"... I'm still plotting."

Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane:

Jon paces the room, and you stand off to the side with your arms crossed. He glances back at you once again, and prompts you. "Explain it to me again."

Frustrated, you deeply roll your eyes; teeth grit. How many times are you going to say this before he lets it go? "I went to Jervis to save you. He said if I gave myself up to him, you would be spared. What is hard to understand??!"

His eyes flash and he whips around properly to advance on you. Pointing at you with a gloved finger, and he snaps; "The part where you were idiotic enough to believe that man." Is that disgust, in his tone? Or disappointment? Possibly, both. And you don't care for either.

Your eyes slowly narrow, and you talk slowly. Precisely. "Don't talk to me like that, Jon."

"I am the Scarecrow." He tilts his head to the side, inclining his neck. "And I'll speak to what's mine, however I see fit."

Your brows lift up your forehead. "What's yours??"

"Yes."

"I do not belong to anyone- "

"Do not fool yourself, Y/N. You, your person and your body, your past, present and future, belong to me, the Scarecrow." 'Scarecrow' approaches you closer, almost in your personal space- which is a lot seeing as Jon has never been one for touching, ever. Your heart's beating out of your chest, you can feel it all throughout your bones- scared, suddenly. "Which is why these events have displeased me so dearly. Never do anything like this, again. Or I will be forced to take drastic measures to prevent you from exercising free will in this way... or at all."

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