layla beloved your frat initiation bartylily chasing-in-the-woods concept is something that i think about…. so frequently. haunts me. i don’t even need you write it atp i just need more THOUGHTS 😭
stopppp it i'm giggling at the thought of them 'cause they're so nasty @sommerregenjuniluft is wholly partly to blame
like picture it, frat boy barty daddy issues barty n trust fund barty all in one, like my guy has issues on top of issues. he's made to go to uni by his dad and (idk how frats work i am british) he's in his third and final year of his degree, and he's the president of the frat obviously cause so was his dad and so was his dad and so on
lily, however, loathes him. she thinks the absolute worst of him but she's never even spoken to him. she just hates what he comes from and all that stuff. she's doing a journalism degree and writes for the college paper, like she's on her grind trying to get through uni
one day lily gets some inside scoop that barty's frat is hosting an initiation ritual that apparently happens every night but no one actually knows what goes down so she makes it her mission to get in so she can publish it in the paper and ruin his image and all that jazz
AND THEN she gets there the night of the ritual and barty sees her and he knows who she is cause she hates him that much and and the ritual basically
the existing frat boys are recruiting the new year boys and as part of the initiation they get chased in the woods and the older years wear masks n shit and it’s fucked up in every sense, like they get their chase and it’s perverted and just so…barty if that makes sense
but it’s just an initiation for the boys, no one else at all so lily has to sneak in and she thinks she’s all slick hiding behind trees n stuff but then
barty creeps up behind her, an ache in the pit of his stomach. even in the night, he hates how he can recognise her by her stupid red hair. there’s an animalistic urge to pull on it, to yank her back into him, but instead he snakes his arm around her throat, his bicep pressing on her pulse. his other hand covers her mouth and he can feel the way her body shakes, how it squirms against him, and he tuts, shaking his head.
now obviously lily fights back, she hits her head back into his face and his lip’s bleeding and all but my barty’s huge, like this guy is built so he’s stronger than her and he’s had enough—he tightens his hold on her, pinning her against the tree and he’s pissed as fuck. he’s pressing his body against hers so she can’t move, also holding her by her throat cause he likes the feel of her panicking and how she gulps. he’s grinning like a madman, wiping the blood off his lip with his thumb and he’s all like “you can’t come and not play the game, doll.” and she’s crying, shaking her head and she’s begging him to stop but but
he lifts a leg up, pushing his knee on her stomach and he begins to undo his belt with one hand, the other stroking the side of her face. it’d be romantic in any other situation if not for the fact that lily thinks she’s well and truly going to die. he spits on the ground to the side of them, his thick cock pulsing at the sight of her tears. he relishes in the view, at her lips quivering and the way she still begs him to stop. it’s cute, he thinks.
and then at some other point
“are you—are you getting off on this?” barty snickers, his fingers trailing across the dampness on her panties. he watches the way she closes her eyes tight, her lips parting slightly. “you’re a sick bitch, y’know that, doll? a pretty fuckin whore, coming out here, thinkin’—thinkin’ you can just do what you want, hm?”
but she still struggles against him, trying to fight cause that’s just lily evans but he’s licking his lips, shaking his head and the next thing she knows is he’s taking out a gun from the waistband of his jeans, he’s got it to the bottom of her chin, murmuring, “i really wish you wouldn’t do that,” but she doesn’t care, she tries to wriggle out of his hold and he tightens his grip on her, moving the gun to her forehead, “don’t fuckin move. you move and i’ll fuckin shoot you, okay? you got it?”
“barty, please...” lily pleads with him, as he yanks her by her hair.
“barty, please,” he mocks. “jesus, you're fucking pathetic. you’re lucky that i haven't put a bullet in that pretty fucking skull of yours yet.”
and at some point she’s running again, after kicking him in the groin obviously and he’s chasing after her, he’s in love with the chase, getting so high off it and then he’s tackling her to the ground, mud over the both of them. he’s on top of her, gripping her by both her dimples and pushing her face down into the ground
“i know the shit you say about me, what you write about me in that—in that little paper of yours.” he’s breathing heavily, pulling the zipper down on his jeans as he mounts over her. “i should kill you right now,” he whispers heavily against her ear. “but that's not what you want, is it? you want me to fuck you, right here on the dirty fucking ground, don’t you?” he smiles, demented. and he moves the gun down to her mouth. "just a dirty little whore that wants to get filled with dick, right?"
and then they have hot steamy sex in the middle of the woods 🏌🏽♀️
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inspired by a list of reverse tropes i saw floating around a while back. here's a snippet from harrymort + true hate's kiss
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“It might be worth it, you know,” Ron says later over dinner, voice hushed and sounding sorry even as he says it.
Harry stares at him in disbelief. “Woh?”
“Don’t you want to fix this?”
Harry waves him on, begging him to elaborate.
“An enemy, Harry,” Hermione takes over. She’s giving him that look she sometimes gets, the one that says she thinks he’s being dense on purpose. “Madam Pomfrey was quite clear. It’s the only way to break the curse.”
“Ymene na t’nsi Yoflam. Mrow a s’eh.”
Hermione’s brow furrows. “Not an enemy…” she translates. “Then, who?”
Harry’s gaze drifts to the staff table, to a certain grease stain dressed in all black. Hermione follows his gaze, then pales, eyes wide. “You can’t kiss a teacher,” she hisses, incredulous.
Ron chokes on his bite of potatoes, hurriedly puts down his fork and looks sick. “Mate…”
Harry throws up his hands, drawing all sorts of looks from his housemates and a few eavesdropping Hufflepuffs. He ignores them with practiced ease. “Neht, od ot desoppus I ma tahw? Reverof siht ekil gniklat peek?”
Hermione tugs anxiously at her hair, gaze flitting over the hall. “There has to be someone else.”
“Haey? Ohw ekil?” Harry demands “Tromedlov?”
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International Women's Day!
Sir integra / for 2001-2006 for integra to be in the possession she got for an anime around those times is wildly insane. Going toe too toe with (w|| bad pp) during a war and coming out Victorious AND THEN keeping up a powerful status without Alucard for 30 years makes her one of the best looks of women leadership
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Seras Victoria / Have you ever taken down a war blimp while not even a month ago you were working a human 9-5? Is your French bf bi? Have you ever taken down a (w|| bad leader) with the help of an equally powerful woman? I don't think so! The mental heck Seras has been through in that time makes her just as mentally strong. It puts her in the top 4 strongest
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Yumiko Takagi / it's unfortunate that she was absolutely disrespected by Walter in that excuse of a fight, I could go on.. more screen time is deserved, but the time she did get is pretty awesome. Especially her the scenes spent with Heinkel
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Girlycard / eats every time ✨️
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Moms of hellsing / will always be appreciated. Seras's mom didn't deserve that, amazing that she protected Seras in those final moments. Pips mom looks like the mom we all need or the mom that will let you hang out with your friend in her home for hours. Inegras mom needs more lore, I can see integra have a similar personality like her mom (headcanon?)
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