#bully au

[sister-lucifer]

Bully

Toby x Male reader

Reader uses he/him and has a penis

summary: you and toby get paired up for a group project, he pressures you into letting him come over to work on it, antics ensue

Genres: Smut

warnings/content: SLUR USE, bullying obvi, degradation, dubcon/noncon, male reader is made to cross dress(skirts and lingerie), , toby likes to hurt you, humiliation, low key blackmail, LIKE SERIOUSLY TOBY IS MEAN HERE AND HE LIKES EMBARRASSING YOU HES SO NASTY HERE

To avoid any confusion, in my headcanons Toby has a stutter as well as but separate from his tourette’s. I am not writing his tics, I am writing his stutter.

Group projects. The bane of your existence. The absolute worst way to go about getting things done.

You were an adult, you were more than capable of doing an assignment on your own. Group projects never once worked in your favor. Your group was always lazy or uncooperative or just didn’t show up all together. 

This was going to be awful. 

You watched with growing dismay as people paired off to begin working. One by one your professor called names, and you still remained. The anticipation was killing you. 

Finally he turned and pointed in your direction. 

“You, you’re with–” He glanced at his paper. 

“...Tobias.” 

You were going to cry. 

Your jaw dropped as you looked over at Toby. He was leaning back in his chair with his muddy shoes on the desk, smirking at you, his messy nest of dark brown hair going in all directions. 

You hated him. And to your knowledge, he hated you. He pushed you in the hallways, messed up your stuff, dumped your backpack out. He acted like a middle school bully from a movie. 

His words replayed in your mind as you stared at his smug face.

“Awww, are y-you gonna cry? What a little bitch.” 

“H-Have you been avoiding me? You know damn well I told you n-not to do that.” 

“I-If you have such an issue with me you should do s-something about it, but of course you w-won’t. You’re too much of a pussy.”

He was an awful, vulgar boy. 

You stared down at your desk. 

Your life was over. The world was ending. The ground was crumbling beneath your feet. Everything–

Oh shit, the bell rang.

You gathered your stuff as quickly as you could, not looking back as you hurried out of the classroom. Maybe you could make it to the parking lot before he found you, maybe–

“Hey, where do you think y-you’re going?” A deep voice spoke from behind you, accompanied by a strong hand gripping your shoulder. 

Dammit. 

“Um, I–“ 

“We’re p-partners, aren’t we? We should work together.” His smile would’ve seemed genuine if he was literally anyone else, but on him it was unsettling.  

“Well, yeah, but, um…” You trailed off, trying desperately to think of an excuse but your mind was blank. 

“How about,” he began, turning you around rather forcefully, “we h-head over to your place, yeah? We can start our research or whatever-r.” 

“I–” 

Oh god, why weren’t you SAYING ANYTHING?! 

“Sounds great! You’ve g-got a car, right? We’ll take that!” 

And now he’s shoving you along to the parking lot. Great. 

Unfortunately for you, you had no idea what you just got forced to do agreed to.

He put a hand on your lower back and kept it there the entire way, making sure you kept up with him. He was talking up a storm despite the fact that you didn’t really respond; his words were meaningless chatter filled to the brim with curses and innuendos that always made your face heat up. You stared down at your feet the whole way, your mind racing with thoughts of what on earth he could possibly have planned. 

You only came back to reality when you found yourself starting your car, Toby in the passenger's seat beside you, feet up on the dash. 

“I h-hope your house isn’t a fucking pig sty. You better have good booze t-too.” 

You weren’t even there yet and he was already being demanding. 

You wanted to tell him to shut his trap, but you knew you couldn’t. You were too afraid. Toby was right, you were kind of a pussy. You really, really didn’t want to anger him, so you endured his bullying. 

You sighed as you began backing out of your parking space. 

You ignored him the whole way there, though he didn’t seem to mind. He rambled on anyway. He didn’t let his condition stop him from being talkative, which would be admirable if he wasn’t such an asshole.

You didn’t say a word when you pulled into your driveway and got out of your car. You really, really didn’t want him in your house, but you were in too deep to refuse him

now. Your hands were shaky when you grabbed your house key and unlocked the door. 

“Um, here it is,” You said quietly, stepping to the side to let Toby enter. He wasted no time, walking in like he owned the place and promptly kicking off his shoes.

“You got this whole p-place to yourself?” 

“No, my parents live here,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper. 

“Then where are they no-ow?” 

“Um, vacation ‘til next week.” 

“Oh?” 

He smiled at you in a familiarly unsettling manner. Oh god, why did you tell him that?! Now he knows you’re here alone! Oh fuck–

He walked over to you and put his hand on your back again. 

“At least we won’t be interrupted, r-right?” He said through a toothy grin. His tone was much more ominous than it should have been, and it sent a chill down your spine. 

“Um–” You couldn’t muster a full sentence, your mouth dry with a sudden fear. 

He moved his hand to your shoulder and shoved you with all his strength, laughing as you stumbled, trying not to fall from the sudden force. 

“Let’s-s go up to your room, yeah?” 

You didn’t turn to look at him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing your face contorted in embarrassment. You only nodded as you turned to head towards the stairs. 

You didn’t see the way Toby shamelessly eyed up your ass as you walked. God, those dress pants made you look so fucking good.

You felt a sense of dread as your door creaked open, Toby a few steps behind you. You didn’t want him in your house, let alone your personal space, but he’d already pushed past you and let himself in. 

“Nice place ya got h-here.” He commented, flopping down on your bed. You opened your mouth to protest, but quickly thought better of it. You could wash everything later.

You set your bag down and pulled out some books and a binder, when you realized you were missing something. 

“Oh, I think my laptop is downstairs. I’ll be right back.” 

You hurried out of the room and shut the door behind you, desperately needing a moment to collect your thoughts. You really did leave your laptop downstairs, but you needed a minute. Or two. Or twenty. 

“Hurry the fuck up!” Toby called after you. 

It only took a few seconds for him to decide he was bored. Maybe some snooping would entertain him for a bit. You had to have some sort of awful secret thing hidden in here. There’s no way a perfect little student like you didn’t have a dirty secret, right? Maybe a porn stash, or stolen money, anything that would make you look  bad.

He checked under the mattress, nothing hidden there. He checked under your bed, nothing but a few lost socks. He checked your closet, everything seemed normal. 

He groaned dramatically. 

Absolutely nothing.

He was starting to give up hope as he pulled open your drawers one by one. 

Then he saw it. 

Stuffed in the very bottom drawer was a stack of skirts, accompanied by a couple of very expensive looking pairs of lacy underwear. 

He gasped, his face breaking out into his signature sinister grin.

His eyes were drawn to two things in particular: A black skirt with frills and a seemingly matching pair of underwear, both with white bows on the sides. 

Oh, this was exactly what he wanted.

When you’d finally collected yourself and worked up the courage to head back to your room and face him, you had no idea what was in store for you. You were still looking at the floor when you opened the door and closed it behind you, laptop tucked under your arm. 

“Ok, now we can–“ 

Your heart dropped when you looked up, your laptop crashing to the floor. 

Toby had the black skirt draped over his arm and the lingerie in the same hand. His other hand held his phone, and he had already taken plenty of photos. And yet, he kept taking more. This was just too good. 

“What are you doing?!” You shrieked, trying to snatch the clothing from him. Unfortunately for you he was six feet tall, and it was more than easy enough for him to simply hold them above your head. 

“Awww, are y-you embarrassed that i found your dirty little secret?” He teased in the most demeaning tone he could muster. “Not t-to mention that now I’ve g-got proof that you’re a little slut.” He waved his phone in the air.

You could already feel your eyes start to tear up. Oh god, this couldn’t be happening.

“I-I am not!” You argued, weakly tugging on his arm. “Please, Toby! It’s none of your business! Delete them!” 

“Give me one good reason w-why I should!” He yelled back, pushing you to the ground. You landed with a small yelp. 

Toby put his phone in his back pocket so he could use both hands to inspect the items. 

“You’re the one leaving your shit o-out in the open for m-me to find.” Okay, that was a lie, but it’s not like it mattered. Plus, the more blame he could put on you the better. 

“P-Please, Toby.” You whined. 

“P-P-P-Pleeeaasee Toby!” He mocked, imitating your voice. “What? You worried I’m gonna t-tell everyone you’re a nasty fuckin’ fag?” You shrunk back in embarrassment, looking at the ground. 

When he looked back at the clothing in his hand, he couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. If you looked that damn good in dress pants, you’d only look better in these–

His eyes lit up with an idea. 

“Put ‘em on.” 

You froze. No, there’s no way he just said that. 

“What?” You whispered, not daring to look up at him.

He knelt down in front of you, speaking in a low tone. “Put ‘em on for me. Now.” He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“No, I can’t,” You choked out, tears threatening to spill over. 

“Oh, but you can. After all, it would be a sh-shame if these photos made their rounds around the school-l.” He patted his back pocket where he was keeping his phone. 

“You wouldn’t!” 

“Oh, but I would. Buuuut…” He shoved the skirt and lingerie into your hands. “If y-you behave for me, this can stay between us.” 

You gripped the fabric hard, weighing your options. Finally you nodded, Toby letting go of you and stepping back. 

You stood on shaky legs, turning towards the door. Just when your hand was on the knob, Toby spoke, stopping you in your tracks. 

“I didn’t tell you to leave.” 

You shuddered. 

“You asked me to put them on, I’m just going to the bathroom,” You replied, meekly looking back at him. 

“I didn’t tell you to leave.” He repeated, quickly becoming frustrated when you just stood there. “Turn around.”

You could feel your lip quivering when you whispered a “no, please.” 

“Turn around. Now.” 

This time you managed to make your body move, turning to face him but not moving your gaze from the floor. 

“Put them on. I’m n-not asking again.”

He paused. When that didn’t seem to work, he spoke again, getting closer this time and leaning down to be eye level with you. 

“If y-you don’t fucking listen to me, I’m gonna tear your clothes off and dress you m-myself. Nod if you understand.”

You nodded. You had no other choice. 

“Good boy.” He praised, his words laced with degradation as he patted your head. He pulled up your bean bag chair and flopped down in it so he had a good view. 

“Gimme a show, pretty boy.” 

You would never admit it, but his words made your cock twitch. 

You turned away from him as you went to unzip your pants, fumbling with it for a few moments. 

“Nuh-Uh!” Toby suddenly interrupted. “S-Shirt first. I don’t want you in a-anything except what I picked out. And turn around, or else.” 

It took all of your courage to face him, trembling hands clumsily unbuttoning your collared shirt. 

“Thaaats it,” He groaned. He adjusted his sitting position, legs open and hard-on painfully obvious. “Niiiice ‘n’ slow.”

The cold air hit you hard when you slipped off your shirt, letting it fall to the ground. You sucked in a breath, glancing up at Toby through your now wet lashes. 

You bit your lip as you hesitantly moved your hands back down to your zipper. You hoped so badly that he would call it off, that he would laugh and tell you it was all a joke, but he didn’t.  

So, with shaky hands you slipped your pants off and kicked them to the side. A strangled noise escaped Toby’s throat. Everything you wore hugged you so perfectly, and now that he could get a good look at your bulge you looked even better. 

You gulped as you hooked your thumbs under the waistband of your boxers. Toby could clearly see you trembling. You were so pathetic and submissive, and that was exactly how he liked you. You’d do anything he asked, whether you wanted to or not. 

He let you squirm in place for a few moments before he spoke. 

“C’mon, you can d-do it.” For some reason, you could sense just the slightest hint of reassurance behind his words, but you quickly shook away this thought. 

You took in a deep breath, biting your tongue, and slid your hands downward, bringing your boxers with them. You could feel your entire body heat up, every inch of you on fire. 

You didn’t want to stand back up. You were hidden well this way, so you grabbed the lingerie and started stepping into them while still bent over. 

“Stand up.” 

Goddammit. He wasn’t giving you anything. 

“N-No.” You managed to reply. 

“Yes. I’m not fucking asking.” 

Silence from you. 

“Now, bitch. Let me see what I came here for. Or else–I c-could always send the pictures now?” 

You flinched just from his words. 

Still gripping the lingerie, you shakily stood all the way up, hugging yourself as hard as you could. You stared at a spot on the wall, focusing all your energy into pretending this wasn’t happening. 

“Oh my g-god,” Toby muttered. “You’re fuckin’ massive.” He seemed genuinely amazed. He was looking forward to making fun of you for being small, but this was a welcome alternative. 

“Aww, and you’re already half hard! Don’t t-tell me you’re enjoying this, whore.”

You clamped a hand over your mouth. You leaned back over to step into the lingerie, cringing when you brought them all the way up. They barely covered you, which was the point, but this was not a scenario you ever expected to be using them in, not to mention they were fitting less and less of you the harder you got.

Putting on the skirt was the least painful part of the process. The only issue was that zipping it up in the back with shaky hands was easier said than done. 

You froze when you heard Toby chuckle.

“Looks-s like you’re struggling a bit. C’mere, let me h-help.” He said, patting his lap. 

You took a hesitant step forward, then another, then another, until you were lowering yourself onto his lap. He wrapped a strong arm around you and pressed you as close as he could, simply holding you there for a long moment. You cautiously moved to rest your hands on his sides, and he let out a small, content sigh. 

It was almost…nice. 

His free hand moved to yank up on the zipper of your skirt rather roughly, bringing a small yelp out of you. 

Toby pushed back to get a better look at you, moving your hands to his shoulders. 

“Aren't you a pretty th-thing.” 

His rands ran up and down your sides, taking in the bare skin. His thumbs ghosted over your chest, making you shudder. 

Eventually his hands moved down to your thighs, giving them a soft squeeze. When they moved back up, they went under your skirt, shamelessly groping you. He lifted the skirt to get a better look at your back end, licking his lips. 

“Pretty, pretty, pretty.” He repeated under his breath. 

He nuzzled into your neck gently. His hands roamed anywhere they could get to. Your legs, your back, your chest, anywhere he could touch, and it kept your entire body tense. You kept expecting him to make some sort of violent sudden movement, to hit you or push you over, but he never did. He was slow and steady.

“You look s-so good in this, I couldn't bear to take them off-f you.” 

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Was that his way of telling you this torture was finally over? 

Suddenly his hands moved to your hips, his grip tightening. He pushed them outward so that you were sort of bending over, your back end out. He pushed the lingerie to the side to shove two fingers in you without warning, and without any sort of lubrication, making you let out a pathetic cry. 

Oh, it was far from over.

“Toby–!”  

“Shhhhh…”

He thrusted his fingers in and out of you at a rough pace, hitting as deep as he could, never slowing despite your protests. Truth be told it was mostly just to prolong your embarrassment. 

“Toby please, stop–! you’re going too fast!” 

“Aww, am I-I hurting you? Are you too fuckin’ weak to even take m-my fingers? Pathetic.” 

Your whines and whimpers only encouraged him, and soon he was adding a third finger. His free hand held a tight grip on your hair, keeping you in place. Your now fully erect cock twitched with every movement, and you found yourself desperately gripping onto his sweatshirt for dear life. You cursed yourself when you got the urge to wrap your arms around him. He was surprisingly warm, and you wanted so badly to just collapse against him. 

But you hated him, right? 

And he hated you, right?

“Toby–! I-I cant, please–! No more!” 

Just when you were ready to lose your mind, just when you were sure you couldn’t possibly take any more of the abuse, he pulled his fingers out suddenly. You breathed a sigh of relief, letting your body finally relax, Your chin resting on his shoulder. 

Although, the calm wouldn't last very long.

His hand slid down to grip your wrist, moving your hand to his belt. 

“Take it off.” 

You knew better than to hesitate this time. You unbuckled his belt and slid it off, to which he promptly discarded it. He looked at you expectantly, wondering if you’d figure out what he wanted you to do next on your own. 

You glanced up at him for approval when your hands moved to his zipper, and when he nodded, you tugged it down. He ran his tongue over his teeth and swallowed hard. He was already having trouble controlling himself, but he wanted so badly to take his time. 

Even beneath his boxers you could tell he was huge, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t scare you a bit. 

You slipped two fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and sucked in a deep breath before pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. He threw his head back, letting out a moan. 

“Fuuuck, that’s s-so much better.” 

God, he was big. He couldn’t help but laugh at the way your eyes widened. 

He moved to grip your hips once more, this time pushing the lingerie to the side as he positioned you over his cock. 

“Toby?” You rasped in a whispery tone. There’s no way he thought that thing was gonna fit in you.

“Yeeeessss?” 

“You–Y-You’re not gonna–That’s not gonna fit!” 

You hid your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Awww, don’t worry b-baby.” He replied, his hot breath fanning over your neck. 

“I’ll make it fit.”’

You didn’t get a second to process his words before he shoved you down, forcing you to take all of him at once, and you screamed. 

“Toby! Stop it! It’s too big! Please!” 

But he ignored you. 

He wasted no time finding a brutal pace, pounding into you like his life depended on it.

The stretch was almost unbearable, leaving you to dig your nails deep into his shoulders; not that he could feel it. It was heavy in your belly, too, and when he was all the way in you could see the outline of his cock inside you.

At least you didn’t have to do much of the work…although, the fact that he was strong enough to physically lift you up and down on his cock was terrifying. 

“Toby, please! It hurts–!” 

“It fucking better!” He growled, showing his teeth like a feral animal. He was practically foaming at the mouth, drooling through gritted teeth. He was losing his mind. 

You could already feel your hips bruising with the vicious hold he had on you. Each thrust was accompanied by an animalistic grunt and the occasional curse. 

“God, fuck! T-Tight little bitch!” 

He was panting like a dog now, tongue unfurled as he moaned shamelessly. 

You, on the other hand, were trying so, so desperately to keep quiet, but with each thrust another strangled noise of depravity slipped through your gritted teeth. 

“Toby,” You whimpered, resting your head on his shoulder. You gave in and wrapped your arms around him, holding him as tight as you could. 

It was nice.

He was warm. 

A gentle gesture juxtaposed with the way he was jackhammering into you with all his strength. 

His teeth sunk into your shoulder, not incredibly hard, but more than enough to hurt. 

You whined, turning your head so that your lips just barely ghosted over his neck. In a moment of boldness you planted a gentle kiss on his jaw, then another on his neck. 

This made him happier than you would ever know. 

“Oh g-god. You make it so hard t-to last.” He could feel himself coming undone, but he sure as hell wasn’t finishing before you. 

You were bouncing on your own now, meaning he could use a hand to dip under your skirt and into your underwear, wrapping a hand around your cock and fisting it as fast as he could. 

“Toby! Too much!” You protested, but your words had no weight to them. You made no effort to stop or even slow your movements, loving the way he hit all of the perfect spots inside of you. He left no part untouched. 

“Is my pretty b-boy gonna cum? Are you?” 

You could only nod in response, your attempt at words coming out as a mess of moans and whines. 

“C’mon then baby, you c-can do it.” 

His words were enough to push you over the edge, and with one last cry you released all over his hand, soaking your skirt and expensive lingerie. 

Oh well, he was more than willing to get you more. 

“Oh god–! Just when i thought you c-couldn’t possibly get any fuckin’ tighter–!” He slurred through gritted teeth, absolutely relishing in the way you clenched around him.

His pace was becoming erratic, both of his hands back on your hips now as he effortlessly moved your body as if you weighed nothing. 

“G-Gonna fuckin’ fill you to the brim–” 

He sunk his teeth into your shoulder again, harder this time, spots of red staining his pearly whites as he thrusted into you for the last few times, his moans muffled by your flesh between his teeth as he came inside of you. 

With what little of your voice you had left you managed to scream his name one last time.

Finally he slowed to a stop, his cum leaking down your legs despite his best efforts to keep it inside of you. It was warm and thick, and he put a gentle hand on your belly where we could tell you’d been filled. You didn’t think you’d ever be empty again. 

You fell forward against him, not even bothering to pull yourself off of his cock. You both wrapped your arms around each other, catching your breath in a comfortable silence. He rubbed up and down your back gently, nuzzling into your neck. 

When you finally sat up again, you immediately met his eyes. They were no longer intimidating and cold, instead filled with content and a soft happiness. He leaned forward to give you a long but tender kiss. 

“H-Hey,” He spoke when he pulled away. 

“D’ya th-think I could spend the night?”

[j4mboree]

BULLY SWITCH AU!? SO CRAY

they all switch personalities!! gary -> petey: jimmy -> gary: petey -> jimmy

(gary has peteys personality, jimmy has garys personality, petey has jimmys personality)

petey is now the MAIN CHARACTERRRR he transfers to the school and is immediately targeted by literally everyone because he is small and bullworthians are assholes!!1!!1 he fights tooth and nail for what is essentially his life and alot of people take notice for his immense strength and resilience but small stature :3 he fr fighting for his life lmaoooo

jimmy is a lil punk whos very popular and everyone loves him because hes pretty nice and cool and chill!! hes pretty much friends with everybody and he runs a little fight club underneath the school in the hole™ in this au. alot of the kids go down there to watch fights and participate in them and jimmy charges them :p he also doesnt really hesitate when it comes to violence too like if he needs to he will use his fists and get his hands dirty. also also hes manipulative too but nobody really notices cuz thats how manipulation be sometimes. also also also he wants to be the head boy of the school for power and all that nonsensee

gary is shy and timid and prefers to be by himself most of the time! hes the head boy of the school but he didnt really want to be in the first place he was only chosen cuz he had good enough grades lol. he has a crush on jimmy (just like in canon lmaoo bozo /j) and does pretty much anything for jimmy even tho jimmy doesnt really care for him tho :<

the story is pretty much petey comes to the school and jimmy doesnt notice petey until everyone starts talking about this short kid who rocks bitches shit on the daily. so like he befriends petey and then hes like "hey wanna join my fight club? no tell" and petey agrees and gets to be apart of the club for some time and it goes from there. also another thing is that jimmy mostly just keeps gary around because he wants to convince him to relinquish his position as headboy and give it to jimmy, he gets what he wants eventually tho. generally the whole smopkins dynamic in this is jimmy walks and gary follows lol

so yeah thats my au if i had to assign a song to it itd be absinthe by idkhbtfm

[ekkocherry]

Okay, I just decided to open twst yandere tag because it wasn't appearing on my "your tags" page and I saw a bully!au fanfic and I thought, "hm... Why not read it and get deep onto the au :D" worst mistake of my fucking life.

IT FUCKING HURT ME MENTALLY LIKE HOLY SHIT THE MC IS NOT OKAY. USUALLY I USE MY OC (who has a terrible experience with Yanderes and stuff) AS THE MC/READER, SO THIS MAKE THINGS NOT EASIER. MY OC IS GONNA BE IN DEEP DEPRESSION AND ISOLATION.

I'M PLANNING ON MAKING A FANFIC ABT THE MC/READER STARTS TO FUCKING SNAP AND I WAS PLANNING IT TO BE A YAN!TWST X READER/OC BUT I WASN'T SURE BUT NOT I'M 50% SURE I WOULD DO IT.

(tbh my eyes is fucking dry right now from the crying and all that shit)

[missred866]

Can someone please help me find the Bully!Sukuna x Reader, there were many parts of this au but I forgot who the author was and I first found it in ao3 and continued to read it here on Tumblr.

But I can't find it anymore but I can remember some parts of it like sukuna wanted reader to ride his motorbike but the reader always refused but one day sukuna caught her getting someone else's motorbike so he got jealous and I think he didn't talk to her for a while or he did confront her but it ended up the wrong way.

Then there is also another part where the reader ended up getting pregnant even though they are still in highschool, so readers parents kicked her out of the house and lived with sukuna, yuji, and their grandpa. Of course they accepted reader and let her stay in their home because sukuna is the baby daddy.

That's all I can remember, so do you guys know what happened to this? Can you guys pls tell me who the author is or what the name of the story is? Because my brain won't stop bugging me if I don't find that story.

[jacenotjason]

Do the numbers on Bully! AU Barns and Howdy’s jackets have any meaning?

nah they're just random numbers

it was a perfect opportunity for an easter egg... maybe I could've made it 11 and 23 for my birthday lol

[aura--noir]

Someone here made a Bully AU and I'm joining the parade

[witchy-mel]

tw: slight gore under cut

Wake up Live someone else's dream Smile smile Cuz they're all watching Shakeup shakedown They can't hear you scream Smile smile Can't you hear me sing?

some pieces and a few sketches based of an au fic that I'm writing(which may or may not be getting an update soon and you should totally read it👀👀)

[violetnerves]

Part 2 sort of thing for my Bully/Canis Canem Edit x Battle Royale crossover: Assigned Weapons/Objects.

In the novel, Battle Royale, each student is assigned a duffel bag with a weapon/object in it along with a map, compass, a watch to track time, bottled water, and food. Most of the weapons are what you'd expect, like guns and knives, (Though guns aren't as common as bladed weapons.) but occasionally a student might get unlucky and end up with a joke item that might be utterly useless or have really only one use. Then there are the helpful items that aren't weapons, like a student who is given a tracking device that's wired to the explosive collars worn by everyone in the program and another who is given a bulletproof vest.

With that blurb out of the way, here's some of the weapons/objects that I'd think the students of Bullworth Academy (plus the Townies) would end up with.

Gonna just put a content warning for the mention of Guns, Murder, and Attempted suicide, so be aware of all that before reading any further. If I missed any other content warnings, let me know, and I'll update the post.

The Main Trio:

Jimmy Hopkins - A Toy Slingshot. (I'd thought it be funny and it's at least a little useful.)

Gary Smith - A Tracking device that pinpoints the locations of the collars the others wear.

Pete Kowalski - A Pink stuffed rabbit plushie. (Gary got a laugh out of that one.)

Prefects (They're technically students too, so):

Seth Kolbe - An Inflatable Toy Baton.

Karl Branting - A Police Baton.

Edward Seymour II - A Beretta U22 Neos pistol. (I figure Edward might be a former Preppie, and thus, he comes from one of the rich families of Bullworth. So, just like some of the other Preppies, he got a gun as well.)

Max McTavish - A Megaphone.

Non-Clique students:

Angie Ng - A Tazer.

Christy Martin - A MAC-11 Machine pistol chambered for 9x19mm Parabellum. (She was given Justin's bag by mistake.)

Constantinos Brakus - An 8ft length of Rope. (Contantinos considered using it on himself before spotting Algie trying to hurt Gloria. Instead, he ends up stealing Algie's weapon after saving Gloria.)

Eunice Pound - A Cleaver.

Gloria Jackson - A multi-tool.

Gordon Wakefield - A college text book.

Ivan Alexander - An antique camera with film.

Karen Johnson - A metal baseball bat.

Lance Jackson - A bag of nails.

Melody Adams - A butcher's knife.

Pedro De La Hoya - A fork.

Ray Hughes - A spoon.

Sheldon Thompson - A whistle.

Trevor Moore - A pair of safety scissors.

The Bullies:

Russell Northrop - None. (He dies before the program starts due to his attempt to remove the explosive collar around his neck by force.)

Davis White - A Pistol Crossbow.

Ethan Robinson - Throwing stars.

Tom Gurney - A bottle of Potassium Cyanide. (Tom gives the bottle to Trent when they finally meet up so he isn't tempted to injest it's contents.)

Trent Northwick - A Hunting knife.

Troy Miller - A standard Kitchen knife. (Taken by Wade.)

Wade Martin - A bullet-proof vest. (He tossed it away out of anger since he got mad it wasn't an actual weapon. Gary finds and picks it up, secretly wearing it under his button-up shirt and vest. Wade ends up taking Troy's kitchen knife since Russell's death caused Troy to go into shock, so he wasn't in the state of mind to use it anyway.)

Preps:

Darby Harrington - A scoped Browning BLR Rifle chambered for .243 Winchester cartridges. (Some of the Preppie's parents provided bribe money to get their kids better weapons than the rest of the students. Mr. Harrington was exceptionally generous. Of course, this doesn't necessarily mean the Preps would know how to use them weapons they were given...)

Bif Taylor - A Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun.

Tad Spencer - A stainless steel gardening fork. (It's resemblance to the pitchfork his father once stabbed him with, along with the implication that his father didn't care enough about him to bribe the government to get his own son a better weapon that would guarantee his survival, and combined with the stress of his situation causes Tad's mental state to deteriorate during the events of The Program.)

Pinky Gauthier - None. (Pinkie threw the duffel bag she was given away since she refused to participate in the Program.)

Gord Vendome - A semi-automatic AMT Backup chambered for .380 ACP cartridges.

Chad Morris - A Series ALFA Steel Revolver chambered for .22 LR. (Chad trades his revolver for Bryce's ice pick, claiming that he's not a very good shot, though it might've been done out of pity for Bryce's situation.)

Bryce Montrose - An ice pick. (Bryce's parents couldn't afford the bribe money to get him a better weapon. He ends up trading the pick for Chad's revolver, albiet reluctantly.)

Justin Vandervelde - A box of matches. (He was given Christy's bag by mistake. Ironically, he's one of the few Preppies who actually know how to fire a gun due to past experience, along with Parker.)

Parker Ogilvie - A .44 Auto Mag Pistol.

Greasers:

Johnny Vincent - A Bowie machete.

Lola Lombardi - An OTF (Out-The-Front) Switchblade.

Larry "Peanut" Romano - A Push dagger.

Hal Esposito - An antique Soufflé dish.

Lefty Mancini - A Side-folding Switchblade.

Lucky De Luca - A Boot knife.

Norton Williams - 4 lb Hand Sledgehammer.

Ricky Pucino - A Gerber Mark II Survival knife.

Vance Medici - A Straight Razor.

Nerds:

Earnest Jones - A Nail gun.

Algie Papadopoulos - A BC-41 Knuckle knife. (It gets stolen by Constantinos.)

Beatrice Trudeau - A scalpel.

Bucky Pasteur - A plastic toy dinosaur.

Cornelius Johnson - A walking cane.

Donald Anderson - A notebook.

Francois "Fatty" Johnson - A pair of brass knuckledusters.

Melvin O'Connor - A wooden club.

Thad Carlson - A yardstick.

Jocks:

Ted Thompson - A Football helmet.

Damon West - A Butter knife. (He tosses it away.)

Mandy Wiles - A small canister of Pepper spray.

Bo Jackson - A wooden baseball bat.

Casey Harris - A Maglite flashlight.

Dan Wilson - A bright red plastic toy baseball bat.

Juri Karamazov - A sickle.

Kirby Olsen - A Whip. (Needless to say, when Kirby pulled it out of his duffel, he was mortified.)

Luis Luna - A Fire axe.

Bob - A metal garbage can lid.

Townies (The gov just wanted them to get rid of them for being high school dropouts and figured putting them in the Program with the students of Bullworth would be killing two birds with one stone.):

Edgar Munsen - A 9mm Beretta M9 handgun. (He smuggled it in. How? Who knows?)

Zoe Taylor - Bear repellent spray.

Omar Romero - A Crowbar.

Clint "Henry" - A Handheld Mini electric Chainsaw.

Duncan - A pocket calculator.

Gurney - A bottle of lighter fluid.

Jerry - A lighter.

Leon - A wood saw.

Otto Tyler - An empty glass bottle.

Some of these I got stumped on and I may have put too many joke weapons, but eh.

[nonalcoholicbeer]

bully!Mike

[yuri-is-online]

Quick question to those of you who like the bully trope/rivals to lovers.

Do you find physical violence towards the MC acceptable? Or does it make you uncomfortable?

For more of an explanation see under the cut

I'm mostly asking because I've been thinking about the difference between say, a school setting bully au vs a rivals to lovers where you're on the opposite sides of a war. I'd find it a bit weird if enemy soldiers weren't trying to kill each other, but like a high-school kid beating up his crush is a bit weird to me. A lot of the aus or older otomes I've played have this tendency to make the MC a bit of a doormat, which I don't like but I want to hear from the people who really like this trope since your opinion matters. I want to hear from you and why you enjoy this type of thing if that makes sense σ(￣、￣=)

[kingdimitrx]

Hi, Machi! You are more than welcome to ignore this request if it's too weird, but I would love to see your take on a modern day AU bully!Gyutaro and a masochist f!reader who realizes she actually likes his bullying? Does not have to be academy setting, any setting works!

Headcanons or one-shot are fine with me, and I'm happy with both SFW and NSFW stuff! Thank you so much!

Bully!Gyutaro x Masochist!F!reader One-Shot CW: Bullying, mild language, mild verbal abuse, mild sexual harassment (?), mild physical violence, suggestive (?) behavior 

Takes place in a modern day school, but not necessarily the Kimetsu Academy. Up to interpretation!

~~~

The sound of rubber-soled tennis shoes thumping gently against the tile underfoot echoed down the darkened school hallway, Y/N being the very last person to leave that day. She had stayed at school awfully late, but mostly by accident, having lost track of time in her favorite little corner of the library and ending up staying way past the time that the last bus could have picked her up. 

Now, she would have to walk back home, but she didn’t really mind. She had her phone if anything happened, and people who she could hopefully trust to look for her. The inconvenience didn’t bother her all that much.

She was softly humming a made-up melody as she made her way down the hall, clutching the strap of her dark-colored backpack while the book she had been reading was stashed snugly under her other arm. There were a few stray pieces of hair in her face, but that didn’t really bother her, either; she just left it there and kept on humming as she walked.

Y/N sighed as she passed by some of the third year classrooms, herself being only a second year at this school. Most of them were nice enough people, but a select few had been picking on her for a while now. 

Normally, Y/N was a shy yet strong girl, who couldn’t really be brought down by others. Still, there was one third year in particular who always seemed to dig underneath her nerves whenever she saw him.

At the thought of him and his humiliating taunts, an image of curly locks, stark blue eyes, and dark splotches across a lanky body was conjured in Y/N’s head, and it made her shiver. 

Gyutaro was an a very odd and rather hostile older teenager, and almost no one liked him, besides his entitled little sister, Ume - who was well-known for being the best-looking girl in school, while Gyutaro was regarded as being incredibly ugly. Y/N didn’t really see what the others meant by that, but that didn’t mean she liked him.

The lanky bully would do almost anything he deemed necessary to protect his little sister, even starting fights with people who supposedly looked at her the wrong way. Not only that, but he was also known for going out of his way to torment any and every person who seemed to have it better in life than him and Ume. 

Y/N knew she was one of those people he viewed as “privileged”, since she was his main target nowadays. She assumed it was because she had the kind of money to afford things like AirPods or high-quality notebooks - but he might not. Rumors had circled for a long time that Gyutaro and his sister were living in poverty, so she sort of understood, but that didn’t make dealing with him any easier.

Suddenly, she almost could have sworn that she heard the distinct sound of Gyutaro’s thin, drawn-out voice say something to her as she kept on walking, but she quickly chalked it up to being just her imagination, as she had just been thinking about his awful bullying of her, after all. That was, until she heard it again.

“Hey… Can’t you look up when people are talking to you?” 

Y/N stopped in her tracks, a frown tugging at her pretty features as she looked upwards, having been staring at the the without noticing who had been just emerged from on of the third year classrooms. The tall bully she had only just been thinking about was suddenly just directly in front of her, his deep blue eyes staring down at her coldly.

She blinked, words failing her for a moment as she struggled to process that he was actually there. “Oh, uh, hi…?”

Gyutaro’s glare deepened as he stared down at her, hunched over just slightly with his hands stuck in his pockets. He didn’t say anything to her, but one eyebrow was raised expectantly, as if he were waiting for something.

Y/N swallowed, her grip on her backpack strap tight tightening just a little bit. “Did you, uhm, need something? Where’s your sister?”

“That’s none of your business…” he drawled, eyes narrowing at her. “I asked you a question, you know.”

“Oh, you did?” Y/N licked her dry, chapped lips, still holding onto her book and her bag as she nervously looked up at the much taller teenager. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”

“Mm.” He rolled his eyes, before leaning down a bit farther and repeating himself. “I asked you what a dumb girl like you is still doing here, huh…?”

“A dumb girl like me?” She couldn’t keep herself from asking, confusion having filled her smaller frame as soon as he said it. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“That’s not what I asked you, is it?” Gyutaro said in that low, almost sticky-sounding voice, like he could just never quite get enough fair into his lungs. “Why are you still here, huh…?”

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek, feeling mildly annoyed, but mostly still very nervous to be so close to him, especially when no one else was around. “Sorry, I just, uh. I was reading my favorite book again, and just, lost track of time, I guess.”

She held up the book in her one hand as she said this, which was a yellow hard-cover copy of the book Little Women, a literary classic.

Almost as soon as she had lifted it from under her arm, Gyutaro reached out and whacked it out of her hand, the book hitting the ground with an echoing smack and sliding several feet away as Y/N just flinched. 

“Don’t you realize that the buses have been gone for almost an hour?” He asked her, stuffing his hand back into his pocket as he bent down to look at her again, since she had looked towards the ground. “You’re still so damn stupid… So what’s your plan, huh…?”

Y/N swallowed, her heart seeing to be racing from a feeling that wasn’t fear - which she ignored as she looked up at him again. “I’ll be walking home, it’s not far.”

Gyutaro snorted as if amused, before he rolled his eyes. “Walking home? This late? In a town like this? You’re even more dumb than I thought…”

The girl bit her lip, trying to imagine what it would be like if she just tried to walk away and ignore him. She decided to just go for it, and wish herself the best of luck.

“I really should be getting home,” she said as she tried to step around him with a polite forced smile, but Gyutaro reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back and pushing her rather roughly into the nearby lockers with a clang.

“Hey now, I didn’t say you could leave just yet, did I…?”

Y/N struggled to get herself back on stable footing, flinching with a small gasp when Gyutaro leaned forward and pinned one arm near her head, the clang resounding through the hall. She stared at him with wide eyes, a heat creeping across her face, but she tried to hide it by looking down and allowing her hair to cover her warm cheeks.

She didn’t actually like this, did she? 

“You know, I don’t like this awful skirt you’re wearing…” Gyutaro said as he reached down and tugged the end of her skirt, which was short, and only covered down to her upper thigh. “All the guys, and girls for that matter, were staring at you all damn day…”

Y/N swallowed, unaware that she had apparently been an attention magnet that day. If she didn’t notice, how did her bully?

“It shows off too much skin…” he said as he took the end of the skirt in his fist and pulled a little harder, the fabric ripping just a little in his hand before he let go and hissed his next words. “I set some of them straight, don’t worry. No one should be looking at someone as pathetic as you, anyway…”

At this, Y/N felt her entire body warm up, but she still refused to look at him, initially embarrassed that she might be taking pleasure from his mockery. She just stared at the edge of her ripped skirt, wondering how she would explain that to her caretakers.

“Hey, don’t be rude,” Gyutaro growled, still leaning over her, his face so close she could feel his breath against her skin. “Don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you.”

She didn’t look up despite what he was saying, biting her lip and trying to force down the spreading heat she could feel creeping across her neck and face. She almost couldn’t believe she was finding herself enjoying this, but part of her knew she had always liked being the center of his twisted affection.

“Hey, don’t be a stranger!” He said with an almost twisted glee in his voice.

Gyutaro then suddenly reached up and grabbed her by the hair, his bony fingers wound tightly into her scalp as he pulled her face up roughly, forcing her to look into those haunting blue eyes. At this, her face went from a mildly warm to burning hot in an instant,

Upon seeing that Y/N was not scared of him, but in fact had the softest look of pleasure because of him, Gyutaro paused. For a moment, he just stared at her, dumbfounded, as if unsure what to do now. Then, his blue eyes narrowed, and a smirk tugged at his unique facial features.

“Hold on…” he said as he tightened his grip on her hair a little bit, “don’t tell me you’re into this…?”

Y/N felt her body get even more hot when he said it so blatantly like that, and she might have even drooled had she possessed less self control.

Gyutaro reached up with his other hand and poked his painted index finger into the crook between her collarbones, pressing on the space until he heard a small squeak of pain escape her, to which she blushed harder and he smirked a little wider.

“I really wasn’t expecting this…” he muttered as he pulled back his finger and loosened his grip on her hair, “but I’m not upset…”

Y/N almost felt disappointed when Gyutaro seemed to momentarily become more gentle with her, before he surprised her and suddenly grabbed her by the neck, pushing her back against the lockers as a suggestive sound escaped her warm lips.

Gyutaro chuckled slightly, pressing his cold fingers onto her flushed skin as he leaned down towards her face, his breath tickling her earlobe as he whispered.

“Things just got a bit more interesting, don’t you think…?”

[denim-devil]

Anyone interested in a dark fic with bully!steve harrington?

[askmafiabobvelseb]

Bob(B'Bob) & Re(B'Re) from Bully au be like :

B'Bob : OMG--HE IS COMING!?

Chainsaw : VROOOOOMM!!!

B'Bob : Be careful...

??? : Hey, kid! We don't allow construction equipment in public places!

*The stranger's arm was break and smashed to the ground. He was cut off by a chainsaw before pulling out the skin along with his teeth and throat. In front of both Bob*

B'Bob : oh--jesus---

B'Re : you both are next....

B'Bob : Run! Bitch runn!!!

(Mafia bob is 8'9- and immortal- (cuz he's a demigod))

(and considering bob is old enough to be considered a mummy, he's kinda used to seeing people get hurt, just not like that-)

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Yandere ! Bully enha

Reaction to someone confessing you and you saying yes. Thank you

Howdy snickerdoodle, hope the week is treating you well.

I've added this request to my list! Thanks for sending it in! 🤗

also if someone sees this that enjoys Bully AU fics, please explain the appeal to me! It seems like a new hot topic in the dark fic side of things so I'm curious about it. I read one and the idol wasn't really a bully? Maybe I should read some more.

Actually, feel free to send me recs. Any bully fics y'all liked, send my way. Thankies ♡

[roosterbox]

Added another thousand words to that New Thing I’ve been working on. 5k now, and I’ve taken a few baby steps towards, y’know, some actual romance in this allegedly romantic fic. Very tiny baby steps, but a steppy is a steppy.

Tiny excerpt from tonight’s session:

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Dom temporarily forgotten, Arthur made his way over to where Eames sat. The closer he got, the more he could see that Eames was slouching, body relaxed and pliant. He IS sleeping! Standing before him now, Arthur wondered what he should do. If it were himself, he reasoned, he’d rather not be caught napping on a park bench in the middle of the day.

“Eames?” He said, quietly at first. When the other boy didn’t stir, he spoke louder. “Eames?”

Still nothing. He leaned forward a bit and touched Eames’ shoulder. Shook it gently.

“Eames, wake up.”

Blue eyes shot open. Eames gave a startled cry and scooted away from him. Arthur, equally surprised, jumped back a step himself.

“It’s okay, man! It’s okay! It’s just me!” Arthur held up his hands. Though what that was supposed to mean, he didn’t really know. What even were they to each other at this point? Not friends, but Arthur would be lying if he said he thought of Eames as his enemy. So something in between those two. Unknowable. Undefinable.

———

So. Getting a bit closer, huh? The next part I add will have Eames telling Arthur his story, and will further thicken up this plot. I hope, lol. But I really do need to sleep at some point, so perhaps tomorrow I can get to that bit.

[jomilky]

AU where Mickey is Ian’s bully, and when he was sitting on Ian's stomach, ready to punch Ian in the face. Ian licks his fist😔

lololololol Mickey would be so turned on and furious at the same time. He punched Ian anyway but they both could notice the tension in the air shifting. Mickey ground his ass on Ian’s stomach to keep pinning him on the floor but the back of his ass accidentally rubbed on Ian’s crotch. That’s when he realized Ian’s cock was half-hard, just like his. He could still feel what Ian’s tongue had done to his knuckle. He could still feel it, wet, warm and soft.

But ppl were watching. Mickey had to stand up awkwardly and griped Ian’s collar to pull him up with him.

“This’s not over, firecrotch,” Mickey said through clenched teeth while dragging Ian towards the bathroom, “We’ll settle this down privately.”