#and to kill people with them

[hannahbarberra162]

Victoria Punk Breeding Farm AU part 2 - Kid's Revenge (NON CON, dead dove)

18+ MDNI | on ao3 | The Other Parts

Thank you to @quinloki for beta-ing this part <3

I do have more hurt / comfort / lore for this au (of an au). I'll write part 3 of this if there's interest.

You were lying on your tiny bed, the threadbare sheets barely providing you any protection from the sticky, cheap mattress. You hadn’t been able to sleep well in two nights, the memories of your time with 0162 still fresh in your mind. Sometimes that took the form of remembering his hard cock in your hand, the taste of him on your tongue, how wet you’d gotten from stroking him. Other times, like now, your memory honed in on the final words he’d spoken to you, that he’d see you again soon. You shivered despite being too warm, his threatening vow running through your mind once more in the dark of the night. 

Shaking yourself, you tried to focus on the book in your hands. You’d read it many times over, but it remained your favorite. It was a human science fiction romance novel, set in a world with no hybrids. Yes, it was dumb, but it was an easy form of escapism and you took your joy where you could find it. You would lay in bed at night and try to imagine a world where your life was different, where you weren’t just a hybrid living at a facility, where you meant something to someone…

“Miss me, Sweetheart?” 

You froze on your tiny cot, the book in your hands shaking as you registered the unmistakable voice speaking to you. It was late at night, no one was likely to be awake except you…and now Bull 0162. Your head whipped over to look at him as he took up nearly the entire doorway entry to your room. Your door was off the wall in seconds as he ripped it off its hinges with ease – using a metal arm where his stump had been.

“Why - how - I - you-” there were so many questions you wanted to know the answers to but you couldn’t formulate a single one before his large metallic arm crumpled your heavy steel door and threw it like a paper ball. You had heard that there were fruits that gave hybrids and humans powers, he must have eaten one. The door clanged to the floor as he started stalking towards you.

He looked the same as you’d remembered from the previous night, except instead of being strapped down he was sneering at you. Somehow he’d gotten boots and pants, the clothes only highlighting his muscular frame.  0162’s chest muscles gleamed with sweat and his tail twitched in anticipation as he stared at your breasts through the thin material. He seemed so much larger than he’d been before, his menacing aura increasing with every step he took into your room.

You got up on your knees, clutching your book and cringing away from him. There wasn’t anywhere to go, the room was barely large enough for your bed and a small desk. There was only one option since 0162 was in the doorway - you’d have to somehow get yourself out the window. Looking up, you thought about the practicality of jumping off the 3rd story balcony before your thoughts were interrupted.

“Don’t bother, you can’t make it in time,” 0162 grunted, drawing nearer to you. You shrank in on yourself, ducking your head and holding the book over your face as if in protection. The book was yanked from your hands, 0162 looking over the cover. 

“Killer reads this shit too,” he said, tossing the book against a wall. Even though it was pointless, you curled yourself into a ball and put your hands over your horns, hoping that your murder wouldn’t hurt too badly. Your eyes scrunched shut, waiting for the inevitable hit that would end your life. It wasn’t the first time you’d faced being killed but the metal arm had you imagining so many horrible ways to die. 

“Tch. Not gonna kill ya,” 0162 said. You cracked open your eyes to see him rolling his own. “We don’t kill our own kind. Besides, I have other plans for ya. Nothing you won't like if our first date was anything to go by,” he sneered.

You squeaked as his cold metal arm wrapped itself around your waist, hauling you over 0162’s shoulder. You tried wiggling out of his hold but his grasp was an iron band around you. He barely seemed to notice as his arm held you in place with ease. He gave your room a glance before taking a step or two further into the room. If your room seemed small before, it felt tiny now that 0162 was taking up the majority of the space in the room. You pounded on his back and kicked as hard as you could, the only way for you to survive was to get off 0162’s shoulder and away from him.

0162 wasn’t reacting to any of your strikes, maybe he couldn’t even feel them. Hitting his back was like hitting an iron door, it probably did you more damage than him. 0162 raised the fingers of his metal hand and the stainless steel cups you’d forgotten on your desk whined and warped under his command. Your eyes were wide as he controlled the metal with ease, shaping it into two large circular cuffs. 

“To stop you from fuckin’ squirmin’,” he said as the metal danced in front of your eyes again. But this time 0162 grabbed your hands in one of his own. Metal wrapped itself around your wrists like string and you felt the same around your ankles. You were bound in metal cuffs while slung over 0162’s shoulder, unable to dislodge yourself. You wiggled around but it was no use, you were trapped. 

0162 leaned over your dirty laundry basket, plucking the panties you’d worn the previous day between two large fingers. He brought them to his nose and inhaled deeply, making you flush with shame.

“H-hey! Those are mine!” you squeaked, your face reddening at the crude gesture.

“I know, I smelled the slick on ya yesterday. Could smell that messy pussy way down the hall. I was right, you were getting off on strokin’ me. Maybe you’ll have another chance,” he said with a menacing grin before balling up your panties. Before you could protest further he shoved the wad into your mouth, keeping his fingers in for longer than was necessary. You tasted your own tang on your tongue, your dirty panties effectively gagging you.

“Don’t spit ‘em out,” 0162 commanded, looking you in the eyes. He didn’t need to finish the threat for you to know he was serious. You nodded your understanding as 0162 looked around your meager belongings. He reached down and grabbed the book he’d thrown before, putting it in his back pocket.

“Nothing here worth taking. Damn, no wonder you’re sucking cock for money, look at this shithole,” 0162 remarked, smacking your ass with his metal hand. You yelped in surprise from the smack but it didn’t hurt that badly, at least not as much as it could have. You flushed at the insinuation but he wasn't wrong about your living situation. Your mind caught up with you as 0162 leisurely walked the hall back towards the stairs, yelling and the sounds of fighting coming up the stairwell. He kept you perched on his shoulder with his flesh hand wrapped around one of your thighs, his fingers dancing over your skin.

0162’s flesh hand reached under your nightgown to grope one of your asscheeks, grunting in appreciation as he kneaded your soft flesh. His fingers were dangerously close to your center and you weren’t wearing any panties. His fingers began exploring the crease between your thigh and your pussy.

“Mmmf!” you blurted out before you could stop yourself. 0162 paused to look over at you, his sneer returning to his mouth before laughing loudly.

“Don’t what? Don’t touch you without permission? What was it you said to me?” 0162 asked, tapping his chin as if in thought. “Oh yeah. It isn’t personal ,” he said with a laugh, tightening his hold on your legs. Without warning he jumped down the staircase to the landing below, landing with a dull thud. 

“I’ve got a lot planned, Sweetheart. Been thinkin’ about you since last night,” 0162 growled, his hand stroking up your bare thigh. You whimpered even as your core clenched, your imagination running wild. It would be a lie to say you hadn’t touched yourself to thoughts of him the night before, but being kidnapped wasn’t on your list of fantasies. 

Your confusion grew with the increased yelling and whooping as 0162 walked to the main hallway. You flinched as the sound of breaking glass and groaning metal grew louder with each step 0162 took towards the main hall.

“If you’re wondering about the guards, I killed ‘em. Well, me ‘n Killer. He freed all the hybrids. I took out the alarms and killed the breeders, those sadistic fucks,” he drawled, maintaining eye contact with you. His fingers gripped your upper thigh tightly; there’d be bruising there tomorrow. Your mind was ripped from his fingers roaming between your thigh and cunt as you heard a stampede of hoofs and feet heading towards the main doorways. 

“That doesn’t include you, Sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere, you’re coming with us,” Kid said with a toss of his horns. Who was us?  

You smelled the blood before you saw it, tremendous splatters of it all over the marble floors. 0162 sauntered into the hall as another gigantic bull wearing a full face mask decapitated one of the few remaining guards. You were guessing that he was Killer, who was living up to his name. Hybrids were leaving the building through shattered doors, heading out of the facility and towards their freedom. 

Any thought you had of escaping Kid evaporated as you heard the sickening crunch of Kid stomping a guard’s sternum beneath his boots. You breathed heavily through your nose to avoid gagging from the sight of the splayed body. You didn’t feel pity for the guards but you didn’t want to end up like them either.

“What? You feelin’ bad for these fucks?” Kid asked as he deliberately crushed a dying man as he passed by, making him scream in pain as Kid broke the delicate bones in his hand. Maybe you were in shock but your face didn’t show any fear or sadness at the gory scene.

You shook your head emphatically, not wanting him to think otherwise. You didn’t like the breeders, guards, or orderlies any more than he did. If anything, you had a few more years and a lot more experiences than he did to fuel your hatred. You agreed - they were getting what they deserved.

“Oi, Kid. Time to go, Wire’s waiting,” a gigantic blond bull stated through his blood stained mask, pushing a limbless torso off one of his scythes. At least you didn’t have to ask 0162 for his name, he evidently was named Kid. You would remember it, you didn’t think he’d take kindly to being called by the number the scientists had given him. Kid walked towards the other bull, reaching into his back pocket and retrieving the book. 

“Found this,” Kid said as he handed your book to the bloody bull. The bull turned the worn novel over in his hands and gave a thumbs up. Kid snickered as the blonde bull stuck the book in his own pockets, but his smile quickly dropped as he took in the scene before him.

“Light it up, Kil,” Kid grunted as he carried you out the hole blasted into the building the other hybrids had used. You watched Killer light a rag in a glass bottle filled with some liquid and toss it casually into the center of the building, the fire immediately catching on some debris and spilled liquid. He followed shortly thereafter, easily catching up with Kid as the two of them walked down the main road to the electric gates of the compound. You startled when a large explosion rang out, the outer walls of the building catching on fire.

“Whole thing’ll blow,” Killer said with a shrug. Kid grunted as a reply. The scene outside was chaotic with some hybrids leaving, some fighting the few remaining guards, and some bulls and cows fucking on the now disorderly grounds. Kid ignored everything and trudged steadily towards the hole that had been blasted through the gate. 

Another gigantic bull, even taller than Kid, was smoking and waiting by the largest vehicle you’d ever seen in your life. It looked like an old army Jeep except all the sides and roof had been ripped off. There were bullet holes on the sides of the vehicle and looked like someone had sliced through part of the metal. Not a great sign , you thought.

“‘Bout time,” the tall bull exclaimed, dropping his cigarette and stubbing it out with a steel toed boot. A blue haired bull was there too, this one with branding all over his face, neck, and down his arms. You couldn’t imagine what they’d done to him. He was playing with some kind of ball in his hands.

“Kid!” the blue haired bull exclaimed happily before throwing the ball a few feet away. It rolled closer and you saw it was a human head. You shuddered - bulls were known for violence but nothing like this.

“Took you fucks long enough,” he grunted though he wore a smile on his face. 

“Brought one for the road?” the tall bull asked, raking his eyes over your body. Your face heated, you once again wished you were wearing more than just a nightgown.

“Yeah. I have a favor I need to repay.”

A few hours later, the car finally stopped. Kid had dumped you into the cargo hold of the car - which didn’t have a lid or any doors. You'd been afraid you would bounce out and onto the road with every bump and lurch of the car and left for dead. The engine had roared as Wire sped down the deserted road heading towards the wilderness. You weren't actually sure where the facility was located, it had been a long time since you were brought there. You had vague memories of living in the wilderness beyond the human controlled areas, but they were from so long ago they felt more like a remembered dream than your actual life.

The bulls were talking in the main cabin but you couldn’t hear what they were saying due to the wind whipping you from every direction. You were cold, tired, thirsty, and hungry as your head jostled with every small bump in the road. Your legs had fallen asleep what felt like hours before and you wished you could stretch them. You counted yourself lucky that Kid had bound your hands in front of you, at least you could use your hands to keep the hem of your dress from flying up.

When the car stopped, you hoped that Kid would unbind you, maybe give you something to drink or at least let you pee. None of those things happened. The bulls all got out of the car and the blue haired one grabbed supplies from the backseat, only giving you a cursory glance before heading towards the clearing. Using the lights of the vehicle, Wire and Killer began making a fire in a cleared area of brush using wood that had been stacked there before. They must have been in this location before, the bulls all seemed to know where everything was located. The fire quickly caught and Wire came back to turn off the car, leaving you alone in the dark.

The bulls were drinking and occasionally talking with one another, clearly enjoying each other’s company in their own way. Every so often Kid’s eyes would flick to you, making eye contact with you from beyond the fire as he brought the bottle of alcohol to his lips. You didn’t know what his plans were for you, but the maniacal grin that often accompanied the stare made your heart beat faster in your chest.

After a while, despite the cold and your discomfort, you felt yourself dozing off. You’d barely closed your eyes when you felt the metal from around your ankles removed, blood rushing back to your feet as you jerked awake. Your sleepy confusion quickly left you as Kid grabbed one of your small horns and pulled you to sitting. You whimpered, still unable to talk with your dirty panties in your mouth. They were completely drenched in your saliva but you’d kept them in like he’d told you to.

“Rise and shine, Princess. We got unfinished business,” Kid snickered. His grip on your horn was strong but not painful as he craned your head to meet his gaze. The other three bulls at the campfire weren’t even pretending to hide their interest now, staring at you from around the fire pit.

“Oh yeah, forgot about these,” he snickered, letting go of your horn to take the panties out of your mouth. You rubbed at your sore jaw as much as your bound hands allowed; it ached from having something in your mouth for so long. As you did, it didn’t escape your notice that Kid tucked your panties into one of his back pockets. It was silent as the reality of your situation hit you - you were in the wilderness with four bulls, the biggest of whom you’d jerked off against his will not 48 hours prior.

“What? Nothing to say?” Kid taunted, his thumb running over the raised grooves on your horn.  

“I need to pee,” was your only reply as you fought the urge to buck his hand off. Kid shrugged his shoulders, his muscles rippling in the light of the fire.

“Can you walk?” Kid grunted as he picked you up around your middle. He didn’t immediately lower you to the ground, keeping you in his arms for a moment until you answered.

“I think so,” you said quietly. Kid set you down on your feet and turned to go back to the fire. 

“Where should I-?” you looked around, there wasn’t anything nearby that would give you coverage from the bulls watching you. 

“Wherever you want, Sweetheart. S’been a while since you slummed it and pissed outside, huh?” Kid said, sitting back down by the fire and picking up the bottle of booze once again. You didn’t answer but your face burned with shame as you walked a ways away to go pee in the brush. It took some time for you to pick your way as you weren’t wearing shoes and the ground was covered in various brambles and thorny plants. You stepped on something sharp and hissed, jerking your foot back immediately. But there was no other solution, you had to keep going if you wanted to save any shred of your dignity.

Wire and Killer watched you the entire time, their interest never wavering. Your face burned even hotter under their close supervision, sure you looked like a complete fool as you squatted down behind some particularly tall grass. It took you some time to figure out how to hold up your nightgown with your tied hands still bound and even longer to summon the courage to actually pee. 

Finally, the ordeal was over and you walked back towards the campfire, unsure if Kid wanted you back in the vehicle or with them by the fire. As you came closer you overheard the bulls talking about you. You hid behind the vehicle and poked your head out to the side, listening in on their conversation.

“Cute little thing,” Killer remarked, slipping the bottle under his mask. You thought you saw a goatee but it was difficult to tell.

“Fuckin’ bitch sometimes,” Kid replied, lounging with his flesh hand on a bent knee. “Sucked me good though,” he said appreciatively with a toss of his horns.

“She sucked you off at that place? Why?” the blue haired bull asked, his eyes raking over your body. 

“Heat, it was a breeding place. They’re makin’ Kid babies,” Wire laughed, like this was some kind of joke.

“Not anymore,” Killer replied.  

“With her mouth though?” Heat wondered aloud, his tail twitching with interest.

“She was workin’ there, not a breeding cow. She worked against her own kind, s’not right,” Kid said with a scowl.

“Might not have wanted to,” Killer said evenly. It was difficult to tell his expression behind the face mask but you hoped the others would listen to him. Kid scowled and took another swig from his bottle.

“Tch. Shoulda seen her, like a bitch in heat. She-”

“Can we get a taste too?” Wire interrupted, motioning to the general area where you were. You went completely still, your heart hammering in your chest. If that was what Kid had planned, you wouldn’t survive. There was no way you could take all four of those bulls, you’d barely survived your time in the breeding facility.

“Maybe later, this one owes me,” Kid replied, locking eyes with you from your hidden position. Your breath caught in your throat – he’d known where you were the entire time and let you listen in. “And I’m collecting right now.”

Moments later and Kid had you by a horn, pulling you towards a grassy area just off to the side of the fire circle. You tried digging in your heels and pushing against his arm but his firm grip had you stumbling along behind him. You kept your eyes on the ground, you couldn’t bear the shame of the other bulls watching you get ruined under Kid’s hands. 

“Enough of this ugly thing,” he grunted as he ripped off your nightgown, leaving you naked and shivering in the cool night air. Your wrists were still bound in front of you, preventing you from covering yourself effectively with your hands.

Your nipples puckered and Kid licked his lips like he was about to enjoy a fine meal. He reached out with his flesh hand and cupped your breast before harshly pinching your nipple. You hissed and tried to squirm out of his reach but it only made him laugh. He set his metal hand on your shoulder and pushed down, the implication clear. You were going to have to pick your battles, and fighting sitting down wasn’t worth the fight.

Kid held out his arm towards the vehicle and a large metal pole came flying towards him. You ducked instinctively, cowering and trying to cover your face and horns.

“Second time you’ve flinched like that,” Kid noted with a grunt. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice to ya. Much nicer than you were to me,” he said with a wicked grin. Kid planted the pole deep in the ground with one thrust. You didn’t have to wonder why for long as you were yanked backwards, the metal binding your hands magnetized to the pole. The pole had your hands bound overhead as you lay on the soft grass, like a meal set out for a king.

“You look real nice spread out like this, tied down. Pretty little cow, too. Can’t believe they didn’t wantcha-” Kid started to say with a wicked grin, kneeling down in front of you. He grabbed one of your thighs and pushed it open, reigniting your fight reflex. 

“N-no! D-don’t!” you wailed, trying to kick him away from you. Kid’s metal hand caught your ankle and pulled your leg to the side. He used his knee to keep your legs pried apart, his eyes looking straight at your glistening core.

“Just what I thought. You’re fuckin’ soaked,” he said, running a finger through your slit. You stifled a moan as he slowly dragged his fingers through your folds, taking his time to study every part of your cunt. You squirmed under his hold and intense stare, wishing your body didn’t react to him the way that it did.

“Knew you’d be a nasty whore for me. You want this just as much as I do. Maybe more,” he said with a wicked grin. Without warning he shoved two of his thick fingers into your pussy, rubbing them against your gummy walls. You keened loudly, unable to stop yourself from arching your back.

“I d-don’t want it!” you shrieked. Even to your ears it came out more like a moan than a serious statement.

“That’s not what this pussy is saying. All she's saying is yes,” Kid said, pulling his fingers out and sticking them into his mouth. You scrunched your eyes shut, willing the experience to be over quickly. It was horrible enough that Kid was about to have his way with you, but worse that your body was enjoying it.

“Shuttin’ your eyes won't stop this pussy from talking to me. And I've got a lot to say,” Kid said, lowering his torso down to the dirt. He pushed your thighs even farther apart to accommodate his massive frame, setting his mouth at your weeping entrance. His hot breath was fanning into your bare pussy, making you squirm. 

“K-kid, I - don't - please don't hurt me,” you whimpered, afraid of what was to come.

“Not gonna hurt ya, little cow. At least not in ways you don't like,” he said with a growl. “I told you I'd get even and I'm a man of my word.” With that, Kid put his mouth on your pussy, making you jolt in surprise. You’d read about this kind of thing in your romance novels, but it hadn’t ever happened to you. It was different from anything you’d ever felt before – warm and wet and oh fuck . 

From your books, you thought Kid would lap at you leisurely, that’s what they always said men liked to do. But Kid was devouring you, licking and sucking at you like he needed like the air he breathed. He dragged his tongue from the bottom of your pussy to the top, never directly touching your clit. You shifted your weight from side to side as he ran his tongue around your clit, waiting and hoping he’d actually give you what you needed most. 

Lewd sounds were escaping from both you and him - your moaning, mewling, and whining increased as did the loud squelching of your fluids as they ran down Kid’s face and your thighs. You bit your lip, why was he doing this to you? Shouldn’t he just want to rut you and get it over with? Your thoughts were torn away as Kid finally licked your clit with the lightest of feather touches. Your toes curled over Kid’s arms as you whined a reedy moan – how was he so good at this?

Kid worked your clit with patience, running over it with the tip of his tongue in short strokes followed by pressure from the flat of his tongue. If your hands had been free you would have grabbed his horns - to pull him closer or push him away, you didn’t know. As it was now you were trying to grind your cunt closer to his mouth, seeking release from the increasing pleasure he was giving you.

Your moans reached a fever pitch as Kid sucked your clit gently into his mouth. Your hips thrusted of their own accord and Kid shifted his hands to pin you to the grass. The mounting sensation was overwhelming – you tried wiggling away from the searing pleasure his tongue was bringing you. You yelped as Kid bit the inside of your upper thigh hard enough to mark.

“Don’t fuckin’ move,” Kid warned you, picking his face up from you momentarily. 

Kid’s fingers now prodded at your slick opening, entering you with ease. He curled them until they hit a spot in you that had you throwing back your head and thrashing against your bindings. 

“Right there, huh cow? Gonna make you fuckin’ moo before the end of the night.” You had no doubt Kid would make good on his claim as his fingers rubbed you and his tongue lashed at your clit mercilessly. Kid’s metal hand dropped your leg over his shoulder before pushing down on your lower stomach. Your vision was fading to white as pleasure built in you – you’d never felt anything like this before. 

Kid’s palm pushed down on your stomach and the tension in your body snapped. Your vision faded to white as your heels dug into Kid’s muscled back. You bellowed something, but you weren’t sure what. Maybe it was his name, maybe it was nothing, maybe it was a moo like he wanted. All you knew was that your body was shaking and your breath was coming in short bursts as you clenched around his fingers, milking them with your tight core. Kid kept lapping at you and pumping his fingers into you as came down from your high, not giving you a moment of respite until your whole body sagged. 

Your muscles relaxed, finally feeling the stress leaving your body. You took a deep breath, finally able to think beyond the sensations in your sensitive pussy. You and Kid were even, maybe he’d-

Kid pushed your legs open wider and licked you in a long stripe from the bottom of your still pulsing pussy to the top. Shuddering, you tried to yank your legs off his back only for Kid to shove his fingers into your mouth. You sucked on his fingers, tasting your own juices. Taking his hand out, Kid barked out a laugh at your confused expression. 

“Wh- b-but - it’s too soon- I’m too sensi-” you began to protest in panting breaths. 

“Oh, you thought we were done Sweetheart? I told ya, I’m treating you better than you treated me.”

“K-kid please, I c-can’t. Not ag-gain, please!’ you sobbed as you came down from your fourth? fifth? orgasm on his tongue and fingers. Your voice was scratchy from screaming so much – either as you came or in protest when he began the whole process again. Your legs were thrown over his forearms, practically boneless as your chest heaved with exertion. You wanted to try dislodging him from between your thighs but your hands were still bound over your head. Not that having your hands free would do anything, the bull was like a mountain. 

You’d tried kicking, shutting your legs, squirming around to get away from him – none of it worked. He didn’t even need to hold your legs open, the sheer size of his torso between them kept you spread wide for his perusal. Kid only hummed as he ran the flat of his tongue softly against the opening of your sore cunt. You jolted as more tears ran down your blotchy cheeks – you couldn’t you couldn’t you just couldn’t take any more. 

“Mmm. I like hearing you beg,” Kid said darkly from between your legs. He was sitting, holding up your bottom half to his face like you weighed nothing. His face was coated in your slick, the remnants of your last orgasm dripping down his face. The insides of your thighs were covered in bite marks and hickeys, not to mention copious amounts of your own fluids. Kid had worked your body with precision, getting you to come harder and faster than you ever had before for what felt like hours.

At first you were humiliated that the other bulls were watching and listening to Kid eating you out. They didn’t try to hide that they were turned on by what was happening, rubbing their hard cocks over their pants. You tried to keep your sounds to a minimum, maintain some of your pride. But by the time Kid forced you to come on his tongue while scissoring his fingers inside you for the third time, you’d given up on trying to do anything but live through the experience. So if he wanted you to beg, you’d beg. 

“P-please Kid, please. Please l-let me rest. I c-can’t take any more, please,” you implored him, tears running down the sides of your face. Kid tilted his head to the side as he considered your pleas. 

“Please, please, I d-don’t - I didn’t m-mean - I didn’t have a ch-choice,” you cried, your breath coming in short pants as he spread your lips with his fingers. Maybe if you apologized for what you’d done he’d be merciful and let you pass out.

“There’s always a choice,” Kid said as he hiked your pussy higher in the air again, bringing it closer to his mouth.

“W-wait! But y-you said-” you wailed as Kid’s tongue circled your hole once again. He gently nipped your clit, making you choke on a sob.

“I didn’t say I would stop. I said I like hearing you beg.”

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Being in Gotham-side of Internet must be so fun. Like, you open YouTube, and when searching for work-outs, you find "Batman working out routine." Or, you scroll through articles and bump into another 300 conspiracies about Signal. Instagram has reels with Timothy Drake inspired looks. Twitter keeps shipping Orphan & Spoiler and writing blind items about them. Damian Wayne is a constant guest on Reddit, giving advices how to take care of different types of animals. Circuses in the town have the whole Nightwing and Boy Wonder inspired shows. Girls on Tiktok try to re-create Red Robin's wings for the upcoming Comicon. Tumblr keeps score on Red Hood's mystery weapons appearing out of nowhere, trying to figure out if he is meta or not. Bruce Wayne's thrist edits flooding every social media. Local true crime podcasters have a series of episodes on Jason Todd's mysterious death.

[novelconcepts]

The transition from eating someone out of unthinking desperation (Jackie) to by choice out of necessity (Javi) to choice out of punishment (Ben) to presumably choice out of self-preservation is such a chef’s kiss. What a microcosm of society. We had to. We had to. We had to. You could never understand that we had to.

Had to just means so many different things.

[gingerswagfreckles]

It's weird how in the past 5 or so years the left's understanding of decolonization devolved into some kind of weird Nazi era eugenicist thing about how people's "true places" are something encoded in their DNA and no one in the history of the world should have moved anywhere and anyone decendent from people who moved at some point should be shot.

[effieotto]

“Haymitch calling Maysilee his sister was so forced” guys, that boy had one look at Proserpina and Vitus and said they were his friends. he couldn’t look at a small kid and and not say was his allies. he saw a damn rabbit MUTT and called it his partner…i think he calling his recently made best friend his sis, when she remind him of the baby sisters he lost and who’s constantly talking about her twin and saying she would be Ampert’s sister if he wanted, was actually pretty valid. The boy was sentimental, and dramatic, and was absolutely losing it. Leave him alone to label whoever he want with whatever he want, please :(

[kokodrawings]

It's ok, Minato asked for permission first

[blackkatdraws2]

[ORV] Happy (late) Father's Day to Han Myungoh. Spread the word for Men's Mental Health Awareness Month



[h20milk]

tfw you fall in love with the magicless prefect that keeps running around campus 🤦‍♀️

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Never underestimate the healing power of a good meal!

(For @nibbelraz!)