#they need to dive deeper into this and hit the hard spots too

[sugume]

CONJUGAL VISIT w/jujutsu Kiasen

Description: in which an inmate of a prison or jail is permitted to spend several hours or days in private with a visitors

More: Fem!Reader, explicit content, unprotected sex, some d/s dynamics with Toji, American prison system? (idk if other countries allow this lol?) 

☾ Ryomen Sukuna 

He's been in solitary for so long that you start to think you'll never see him again. He finally fixes his attitude enough to come in contact with others and eventually gets some visitation rights. Get used to having sex with him here because the guards inform you he isn't leaving for a long time.

 “s’too much Kuna!” You whine into the flat pillow but your boyfriend Sukuna could care less and keeps pounding into you from behind.

“Think I care slut? Been away from this pussy for months now, shut up and take what I give you.” He grits out, pushing deeper into your back with one hand, fisting your hair with the other. He’d be damned if you tell him what to do after all this time away. Do you know how spineless he had to act in order to get this visit, on his ‘best behavior’, desperate to finally be able to sink in some cunt after being surrounded by irrelevant men and guards with their heads up their asses?

“Feels s’good,” you moan when Sukuna hits your special spot. “I’m gonna cum!”

“That fast slut, it hasn't even been ten minutes” He chuckles, leaning down to bite your shoulder.

“Missed you, ‘Kuna, c-cant cum ‘out you.”

“Can’t do shit without me, bet you can’t even function out there without me,” He groans in your hair, you don't understand half of what he’s saying you just nod mindlessly and slam your hips back on his cock.

“Then cum on my cock, whore.”

☾ Gojo Satoru 

He's on a mission that requires him to go to jail. The prison warden is in on it, but that doesn't mean your boyfriend doesn't want to experience the "real deal." He convinces the warden to allow him weekly fuck sessions because he says he can't complete the mission without them.

“i-Im gonna cum ‘Toru!” you whine aloud, to far gone to be embarrassed that your boyfriend is fucking you on scratchy sheets in a bed that probably hasn’t been thoroughly cleaned in years or the fact that multiple other girls have probably been in the same position you’re in with other inmates, on the same bed.

“So tight love, haven't you been using your dildos in my absence?’ he questions as he thrusts into your glistening cunt. Watching as you throw your head back, tears running down your cheeks.

“They’re too small ‘Toru!” You wrap your legs around his hard ass trying to get him as deep as he can.

“Aww, they can't make you cum as hard as I can, can they love?” he pouts against your swollen lips. You shake your head furiously, listening to the sounds your squelching cunt makes when he thrust back in, his balls slapping hard against your ass.

“Think i'll ask if I can get out early on good behavior. I can't leave my girl unsatisfied now.�� He chuckles before diving his tongue into your mouth.  

☾ Toji Fushiguro 

Your mans got locked up again! This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last. You don’t know how he convinces the guards to allow you to visit time and time again, but you won't complain. You always miss him when he's gone every few months. The guard just sighs when he sees you’re here for visitation again

“You miss me, little girl?” he grins, sticking thick fingers in your already sopping cunt. “You know I always miss you when you’re gone, daddy.” You gasp, your back hitting the cold concrete wall behind you when Toji curls into your g-spot. 

“So so bad.” you whine, grinding your aching clit on his hard stomach, legs tightening around his slim waist when you find the perfect spot.

“You wanna cum little girl?” he asks while marking up your neck. He needs others to know you’re taken and if he can't be around you at the moment he’ll make it known another way.

“Yes Toji!” You scream.

“Yes what?” He stops his fingers.

“Yes daddy,” you whisper, moving your hips desperate to not lose the orgasm you were chasing. “Please make me come daddy, please!” 

“That's what I thought little girl” He says before continuing his movements and biting down on your heavy bottom lip.

☾ Choso Kamo

Too ashamed that he ended up in prison to allow you to visit him for a while. After much reassurance from you that you don’t look at him differently he finally comes out of his shell and makes friends. Get’s out early on good behavior.

“You think someones watching?” You mumble, looking back at the camera in the corner of the dark lit room.

“F-fuck baby, don’t fuckin’ stop,” Choso whines, gripping your waist, trying to make you bounce on his stiff cock. ‘Who cares if they are, baby? They won’t touch.”

You turn back around and grin down at your boyfriend “mmm, isn't that how you got in here in the first place Choso, beating up a man for touching me?” You start grinding on his cock again.

“Do anything for you, baby.” He moans gripping your waist when your tight walls start squeezing down on him, trying hard not to bust a nut so quickly.

“Yeah,” you moan out, feeling his cock twitch in you. “Now you’re stuck in here for months away from me.” You pout and claw at his chest when Choso starts to bounce you on his cock. God, if only he didn’t beat that man up you’d have this every night.

“Worth it.” He looks up at the camera, imagining the security guard looking down at your ass recoil when he slams you down on his cock

[milla-frenchy]

Under pressure

0k6 | Joel Miller x fem reader | ao3 Warnings: 18+ mdni. rough sex, degradation, dirty talk, piv, anal play, spit as lube, anal, creampie, qz!joel has his own warnings No age specified

a/n: @aurorawritestoescape thank you for beta-ing 😘💕 Gif in the mood board by @pedropascalito 🙏

Masterlist

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Joel was fucking tired and pissed. Tired of this post outbreak world, tired of what he had to do with Tommy to survive years ago, tired of smuggling with Tess, and fucking pissed at the FEDRA soldiers and Robert's men.

The only time he wasn't tired was when his cock was splitting you in two, and that each trust of his hips helped him release the pressure. Using you to get off, thrusting harder, deeper. Feeding himself on your moans and your walls surrounding his fat cock.

Even when you rode him, you were never in charge. His hands clamped on your hips, he pounded into you as he pushed his cock upward, piercing your core. Sliding his hand into the crack of your ass, pushing a knuckle into your tight ring to hear you groan more. Taking more, always more.

“Joel, too much…” you stammered, barely managing to find your words.

"Shut the fuck up. Ya know what to do if ya really want it to stop.”

You knew. But you never dared to stop him. Never really wanted to. Because you too needed to relieve the pressure, and only Joel’s cock helped you to do that.

You moaned again, he was fucking your pussy so hard, his finger in your ass, caged in his arms, that you didn't know what you felt anymore.

“Take it. Just fuckin’ take it,” he said, thrusting ever harder.

“Fuck…”

Suddenly he stood up, keeping you impaled on his shaft, his jeans pooling on his old boots, until he put you on your feet next to the couch. Leaning you abruptly over it, and thrusting his thick cock in your core, bottoming out in one go. One hand pressed between your shoulder blades to force you to stay bent forward, his other hand on your hip as leverage.

“Always so fuckin’ tight, no matter how long I fuck this cunt”, he spat through his clenched jaws.

You bit the cushion just as his thumb returned to its favorite spot. You wondered if he was going to fuck your ass. If he was so tired, so pissed, that he would need more. Before you even thought about it, you breathed out, “Joel…fuck my ass. Now, please.”

He sneered, “where’s “Joel, too much” whine gone, huh, sweetheart? Such a slut for this cock.”

You felt the big drop of saliva hit your asshole, your buttcheeks spread by his big hands, just before his tip pressed against your ring. Way too tight for his big cock. He spat again, on his shaft this time, to wet it a little more.

Biting the cushion wasn't enough anymore, when he pushed in. Your nails dug into his hand placed on your hip, while his other hand now grabbed your shoulder to help him dive in harder, further. As if he was still in your pussy. It was the only way you and him were able to forget your lives.

He grunted for a few seconds before cumming, his cock twitching in your sore ass. And finally, he shot his load in your depths, leaning forward to bite your shoulder. His torso pressed against your back, all the daily life of the QZ disappeared. The twenty years that had just passed.

“So cockdumb, when I fuck you like this”, he said, pulling out, as his cum flowed out of your hole. 

He tucked his cock in his jeans, and poured himself a glass of whiskey which he drank in one go. He looked at his hand bleeding from your nails. And he handed one glass to you when you finally managed to get up. 

And you wondered how long it would take before life got too much. And that you would go knock on his door, or him on yours, to forget all of it again.

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[pretzel-box]

Sebastian saving the reader from the Puddles of Void-Mass during a solo run male reader please🙏

Suffocated

Words: 1,2k

Status: Proof-read

Tags: Mention of pain (near death experience), male reader faintly crushing on sebastian at the end

It was probably your fifth run at this point, rushing through door after door while carrying the heavy diving gear on your back, which significantly slowed you down. The weight of the gear felt almost unbearable, each step a reminder of the immense pressure bearing down on you from the depths of the ocean you were stuck in. This time, they sent you down on your own, making the job infinitely more difficult since it was just you and your senses inside the creepy underwater facility, a place that had been on an almost everlasting lockdown for reasons you were too afraid to fully explore.

The silence down here was oppressive, broken only by the distant hum of machinery and the occasional creak of the facility's aging structure. The corridors seemed to stretch on forever, each one more labyrinthine and foreboding than the last. And you could swear, if an angler didn't get you somewhere in between, then a wall dweller might just tackle you from behind, leading to a painful death. You'd heard stories about them from secret intel, but it was hard to believe at first. Yet, in the eerie quiet of the underwater base, even the wildest stories and rumors seemed to hold a kernel of truth.

It was around floor 48 when the lights in the minimalist office hallway started to flicker for a moment. It was the signal you dreaded, the one that meant you needed to find the nearest locker and hide without risking another stressful panic attack in the dark. Your heartbeat quickened, a frantic drum in your chest, and you could already feel the familiar cold sweat on your palms as you scanned the hallway for a hiding spot.

Then, from somewhere close, too close, you could already hear the ear-piercing scream from the other room. It was a sound unlike any other, unnatural and filled with a kind of agony that made your blood run cold. It sent a shiver straight down your spine, freezing you in place for a split second, before survival instincts kicked in. You hurriedly squeezed your large body into a nearby locker, the cold metal walls pressing in on you as you pulled the door shut with trembling hands.

Your breath caught in your throat as you tried to steady yourself, only to notice, too late, that something was already inside. Black tentacles, slick and cold, had wrapped themselves around your limbs and torso. They pinned you painfully against themself and the steel interior, the tight space making it impossible to struggle or even scream. The tentacles were strong, far stronger than you, and they pulled you deeper into the locker, squeezing your chest until it was hard to breathe.

The realization hit you like a punch to the guts. This wasn't just some malfunctioning piece of equipment. The locker wasn't safe. The puddle of void mass inside had been waiting for you, and now it had you exactly where it wanted. The scream from the other room echoed in your ears, but now it was distant. The real terror was here, in the dark, cramped confines of the locker, with those cold, unyielding tendrils slowly crushing the life out of you.

You thrashed against the tentacles, but each movement only seemed to make them tighten their grip. Pain shot through your body as they dug into your skin, and the locker seemed to grow even smaller, the walls closing in as your vision began to blur. Panic clawed at your mind, the darkness pressing in from all sides, but there was no escape, no hope of breaking free.

Your last thought, as the world around you faded to black, was that you should never have come down here alone.

Then, through the suffocating grip of the tentacles and the haze of near-unconsciousness, you heard the faint sound of locker doors being smashed open. The noise echoed in the small, confined space, jarring you back to a sharp awareness of your surroundings. Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, two large, claw-like hands grabbed you forcefully by the shoulders. The tentacles loosened their grip just enough for you to be yanked free from their constricting hold.

You were pulled into a weirdly cold yet oddly comfortable chest, the frigid surface somehow soothing the aching, bruised skin beneath your diving suit. Your lungs, starved for air, filled themselves again with precious oxygen, the sudden rush of it making your head spin.

As your vision cleared and your heart slowed its frantic pace, you found yourself standing face to face with your rescuer: the sly sea-serpent merchant himself. His eyes, slitted and glowing with the familiar fluorescent eerie light, bore into yours with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. His scales, dark and shimmering like the depths of the ocean, reflected the dim light of the hallway, casting strange patterns on the walls around you.

He was massive, his presence filling the space with an overwhelming sense of power and control. The coldness of his chest, where you were still pressed against, seeped into your bones, yet it was not an uncomfortable cold.

"You're lucky I found you in time, my friend" he murmured, his voice a low, resonant hiss that reverberated through your entire being. His breath, cool and tinged with the scent of brine, brushed against your face as he leaned closer, his sharp, serpent-like features coming into clearer view. "That thing would've crushed you like a clam if I'd been just a moment later."

You managed a shaky nod, still too stunned to speak. The shock of being pulled from the brink of death left you weak and disoriented, but the merchants presence, as fearsome as it was, also brought a strange sense of relief. You were alive, and for now, safe though you couldn't shake the feeling that safety was a relative term when it came to Sebastian standing before you.

He tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied your expression. There was a knowing gleam in his gaze, as if he could read every thought running through your mind. "Don't look so surprised," he said with a sly grin, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth. "You didn't think you'd make it through this place on your own, did you? Not without a little... assistance."

His words, laced with a mix of amusement and something darker, sent another shiver down your spine. You knew of him, of course it was clear that he would demand a fitting payment.

And now, standing in his grasp, you couldn't help but wonder: What price would you have to pay for your life?

Your Adam's apple bobbed as you swallowed hard, the motion a clear sign of your anxiety. Yet, despite the fear that still gripped you, a strange sense of calm began to settle in your chest. Sebastians cold, calculating eyes watched your every move, but something deep within you, said, against all logic, you would be safe with him, payment or not.

It was an inexplicable feeling, this sudden trust. His presence didn't carry the malice you feared from the usual monsters in this place. Instead, there was a peculiar sense of assurance, as if the danger you felt moments before had been snuffed out simply by his arrival. The way his hands, though clawed and fearsome, held you now with a surprising gentleness only reinforced that instinct.

You relaxed slightly, your tense muscles beginning to loosen as you drew in a slow, steadying breath. Maybe it was the way he had saved you, with such effortless strength, or the quiet confidence in his demeanor that made you believe against all reason that you were in good hands.

[mintypinkywinty]

There is a misconception that Levi never wants to get dirty.

||explicit, power-play, soft-dom, cream pie, fem reader, con-non-con||

Yes, he is a clean freak, he likes cleaning and his environment to be clean, but he isn't against getting dirty sometimes if needed.

Imagine him not being able to dive head-first into your pussy just because he doesn't want to get dirty. He could not be able to hear you mewl for more, feel your hands on the back of his head to make him go deeper, why would he ever want that? He loves making his pretty princess feel good.

"Don't cover your mouth, let me hear you" he begs for that affirmation, it may seem he is giving orders but he just needs to know he is doing good for you.

He loves to feel your body twitching when he hits that spot, playing with you gently just to tease you, he did know where to touch but it is so much better to hear you beg for it, isn't it?

Levi is rough, you want him to be. Even when your eyes sob and you beg for him to go slower, he knew you didn't really want that. In the beginning, when you told him to stop he actually did, apologizing for being so hard on you, but you were surprised and utterly frustrated with yourself, you loved thinking about being his cumdumpster and treating you like a toy, that's what he began to do once he got it in words from you.

He likes opening your legs when you instinctively close them when it becomes too much for you, he would also kiss your inner thigh so gently, touching you as if you were made of glass, it was quite a combination to have around. For once, you knew he could lift you up with one arm and do whatever he pleased with you, but him treating you like a porcelain doll, so fragile, his touches so soft and filled with love, it is something else, really.

Cumming inside is a must for him, filling you up is one of his favorite parts of the whole process, coming close second to watching how it drips from your pussy once he is finished. Sure, pregnancy is certainly a consequence but he didn't mind, starting a family with his lovely soldier is something he would eventually want to do.

[drunk-on-dk]

hello sky <3 congrats on hitting 1k yet again!!

here 2 dump my recent hard thoughts for cheol T T: bf!cheol size training you bc 1.) he really doesn't want to hurt you when he splits you open on his dick, and; 2.) he kind of gets off to the sight of you taking a lot of his fingers inside your needy cunt :')

do what you want w this information <33

hi kai!! <33 thank you so much, I really appreciate it (,:

but oh my goodness you are DIABOLICAL for this!!!! this cheol is going to haunt me and im giving you forehead kisses for sharing this information with me - my mind has run wild with it, i hope you enjoy <3

warnings: smut!! (minors do not interact); size kink and size training!!; massive dick cheol agenda; fem! bodied but no specific pronouns; fingering; use of pet names (baby)

"Such a sweet little thing," Seungcheol is crooning at the sight of your tiny little hole sucking in just his index finger. "What makes you think you can take all of me when you're squirming from just one finger? Don't worry, I'll make sure you're all adjusted and ready for me, baby."

"Cheol," you mewl desperately, you knew he liked to take his sweet time preparing you, as you still had yet to easily take your boyfriend's cock without any preparation, but he sure knew how to drive you crazy. It was maddening how Seungcheol peered up at you from between your thighs, with fluffy hair, and blown-out eyes only making your pussy weep for him more.

"I know," he hushes you, his eyes darting from your own back down to your cunt, a shaky breath escaping his lips when he feels your walls contract from a simple curl of his finger. "Think you're ready for another finger?"

You feel breathless as he removes his finger, two fingers now running through your folds and collecting your honeyed arousal. He lets out a chuckle when you whimper out a feeble 'yes,' his fingers dipping in shallowly before diving deeper between your walls, the added friction from the second finger overwhelmingly pleasurable.

The sight of how you quiver from just two fingers is enough to make Seungcheol buck his hips, grinding into the mattress from where he is laid between your legs. He soaks in the way your back arches and the way goosebumps litter your thighs as he continues to pump his middle and index finger into your needy cunt. If he didn't enjoy the sight so much his lips would already be wrapped around your clit.

He could feel the precum collecting in his boxers, his hips that ground into the mattress matched the pace at which he fucked his fingers deeper into your cunt. The imagery alone as his fingers disappeared into your arousal was enough to make his blood rush straight to his dick, feeling impossibly hard and aroused for the little amount of friction provided by each roll of his hips.

Seungcheol continues to stretch you even more, adding a third finger to the mix and pulling the most delectable moan from you.

"How are you still so tight?" He teases, his husky voice giving away just how affected he is by fingering you. Admittedly, he doesn't want to stop ever, he could watch your little cunt, messy and needy, grip his fingers for hours, basking in how your thighs shake around him with each intentional curl of his finger. "Are you doing okay? Talk to me, baby."

"Going too slow, cheol," you whimper, feeling as if you can finally take more, the building arousal burning deep in your lower stomach as your pussy throbs around his fingers. "Please, I need more."

At this point, Seungcheol is carried away, three fingers fucking into you at a quickened pace, stretching and preparing you for what is yet to come later. He can feel his length throb with desire as he continues to thrust his thick fingers deeper inside of you, knowing exactly where to find the spot that has you screaming in encouragement and clamping your legs around him.

He knows you can take another finger at this point, but he is too lost in the moment to add another before he is beckoning you to release.

"C'mon," he coaxes you, using the thumb on his other hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. The sound of your wet cunt and pornographic moans has him quivering with desire, his senses overstimulated by just how perfect you are. "I think you're ready, come for me."

Seungcheol can feel - he can see - your tiny little hole spasming as your slick soaks the palm of his hand. He has to press his hips harshly into the mattress to keep himself from cumming in his boxers right then and there, the beautiful sight of your needy little pussy and orgasmic glow being enough to almost push him to the edge. He absolutely loves bringing you to euphoria just like this, it's almost all he needs to be satiated.

But, oh god, if Seungcheol thinks this is great, he is reminded of just how desperate your little pussy is yet again when he spears you with his cock. You're always so good for him, always taking his hot and heavy length with grace after he works you up so well. He sure doesn't mind taking the necessary steps when you mold to his cock this well.

[gingeraleluke]

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅𝗲𝗿 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ sɪxᴛᴇᴇɴ

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: underground boxer!vinnie hacker x fem!influencer!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: it’s a night to remember!

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT!! , brief vomit, talks of drugs?, anxiety, brief talks of depression, negative self talk, abusive relationship, brief talks of cheating, gaslighting, homophobia if you squint?

𝗔/𝗡: HELLO!!! i’m back after a long and unexpected hiatus. i’ve been dealing with a lot of stuff and needed some time to heal before i could start writing again, so thank you very much for being patient and understanding (for those of you who were). i love you, enjoy.

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“oh, god! fuck, i…i can’t…think straight!”

her face contorted, mouth hung open as profanities left her lips. the slight rocking of her hips against his face was elevating her chest to the air, throwing her head back, she tried her best to keep it from thumping against the hard wooden floor beneath her. her back was killing, but his tongue was too good for her to care.

“don’t think, just feel, baby.” he pulled away, gasping, before immediately diving back in between her legs. she involuntarily grabbed onto the back of his head for support, her fingers tangling into his hair. “fucking, so good, love. should have done this sooner.”

“fuck, please.” she could feel his tongue dance around her clit, his lyrical fingers pumping in and out of her mercilessly. it was rough, yet she felt taken care of at the same time. y/n’s neck arched, hitting her head on the back off the floor. the pain wasn’t nearly as powerful as her nearing climax that was shadowing her every move.

“would have fucked you in front of everyone, sweetheart.” he removed his mouth, leaning forwards to look down at her. his fingers were making scissoring motions inside of her, making sure he hit every spot as deep as possible. “would have fucked you in the gym. i’d have taken off those boxing gloves just to play with you in front of your brother, princess. why didn’t you ask me to fuck you? it’s so obvious how badly you wanted me to.” his scissoring motions turned back into curled thrusts, pushing even deeper into her. she didn’t even know that he could go that deep until he did, letting the loudest cry leave her lips.

“wanted to taste you so fucking bad, didn’t care where you were, just needed to eat your pussy.” his words were unadvised and just so taboo that it made her want to release the coil in her stomach even more. “who knew i’d end up eating you on your floor.”

“fuck, keep going.” she begged, tears beginning to form.

“what a sweet girl. letting me play with her pussy like this, knowing how wrong it is. gonna let me fuck her in front of her boyfriend.” her eyes were screwed shut, but his eyes never left her face, spewing vulgar obscenities while quickening his fingers, hitting as deep as he could.

“god, please…fuck!” she whined, looking back down at him. he moved back down to the wetness between her legs and replaced his digits with his tongue, slowly fucking into her. his nose hit her clit in the most perfect way, while he reached up to feel her tits through her shirt. “keep going, i’m so fucking close, please.”

“mm” he mumbled, moving to wrap his lips around her clit. the vibrations sent waves through her body and he could tell from the shake in her legs that she was gonna cum. in the blink of an eye, his mouth left her pussy and his fingers were knuckle deep in her again. the constant switching was wrecking her insides, bringing her so very close and playing with pleasure points.

“do it.” he took his other hand to grab the back of her neck, forcing her face a mere inches from his. “fucking cum. cum on my fingers.”

“fuck, VINNIE!”

“there you go, say my name..good girl, my good girl.” she could feel her body weaken as she came onto his fingers, cries and whimpers leaving her body. she didn’t have time to calm down before vinnie’s tongue was in between her folds again.

“please, i can’t.”

vinnie mumbled, obscene slurping noises emerging from below her. “i’m gonna clean you up, and then we can go take a shower, yeah?”

“mmhmm.” she laid back, her hair laid out on the ground beneath her.

“gonna fuck you for real in there, so try not to slip.”

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y/n woke up with the familiar pounding in her head and sweat clinging to her back.

“hey.” drakes hand was on her shoulder, cautiously looking at her. she looked shocked more-so than scared, but her shaking body and ragged breath was alarming to him. he looked over his sisters face while her unfocused eyes darted to random points in the room before her senses gave in and she could finally feel the heavy hand on her shoulder and make out the worried face in her view.

the minute her eyes met his, it was like she snapped back to reality. her thoughts could finally form again and the brief relief that washed over her was quickly replaced by the telltale feeling in her throat. her mouth quivered ever so slightly, her eyes shooting a warning-like look towards drake before she flew out of her bed and ran towards the nearest bathroom. she was sure to lock the door behind her, a weary drake turning her alarm off and following after her.

“y/n, are you okay?”

the sound of the toilet flushing was muffled through the door. y/n wiped off the side of her chin and looked at herself in the mirror for a split second before closing her eyes. tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and drakes voice droned through her ears. the feelings of guilt became draconian and her fingers gripped the ends of the sink. thank fucking god she didn’t sleep at flloyd’s, or else this feeling would have been way worse.

lethal probably.

her and flloyd had already been in murky waters since drakes birthday. she couldn’t bring herself to forgive him for allowing drake to take ketamine that night. the words that vinnie told her, rung in her ears like an alarm. how apparently flloyd had been going behind her back and indulging in substances himself. that thought made her skin itch.

never in a million years did she expect that from flloyd.

roman? of course. but flloyd?

he was always sweet. he always seemed to listen to her. all the times she told him how worried she was for her brother, and this is what he does?

in all honesty, she would have still been ignoring him if it wasn’t for the event tonight. she was way too anxious about the prom to ignore him. that would just worry her more, so fake smiles and pushing feelings to the side was the way she planned to go.

you’re a fucking cheater.

“no-no i’m not.” she shook her head, her face hot. she couldn’t feel her legs and it was as if she was hovering above midair.

all she could think about was that night.

“it’s not my fault. i-i didn’t choose to dream that.”

but you liked it.

her heart broke. how could she be so careless? flloyd was a sweet boy and this is how she treats him?

flloyd deserves better. so did freddie.

“no, flloyd lied to me—“

you really believe vinnie? yeah because he’s a real reliable source, god. look at you, y/n! you’re fucking sickening.

she shook her head, drake’s fists stopped banging on the door. “no, he was telling the truth.”

you’re dumber now than you were in high school. no wonder you believe vinnie, you’re thighs are clenching together just thinking about him. you’re poor brother outside, worrying about you. little does he know that his little sister is a fucking whore who is using his best friend.

“that’s not what this is, that’s not true.”

why do you think freddie cheated on you in the first place? why do you think brittany left you? all you do is use people and then use ur sad tragic backstory to guilt them back.

drake pressed his forehead against the door, calling out to his sister again, before leaving to find something to unlock the door with.

it’s just like he said. you’re a-

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FLASHBACK 4 YEARS AGO

“fucking cheater!”

“that was wicked believable, i’m starting to take you seriously.” y/n laughed, a small ounce of worry in her stomach, boiling. she should have listened to it, but understandably she didn’t. i mean, the whole conversation was ridiculous, he couldn’t actually be upset by it, right?

“this isn’t a fucking joke, y/n!” he slammed his phone onto the table, the device sliding from the impact. “get the fuck out!” he slid his hands over his eyes.

wrong.

“wait, you can’t be serious… baby it was only a dream-“

“yeah, sure. get out.” he laughed coldly, looking up at the ceiling of his living room.

“are you fucking serious? freddie, you’re fucking delusional. it was a dream, it was funny. she laughed about it and so did i, we didn’t actually do anything! why are you being such a baby about this-“ y/n was cut off by freddie roughly grabbing her wrist and cornering her towards the wall.

“call me that one more fucking time.” his breath was hot on her cheek and her heart rate was racing. it was hard for her to focus on his words, with the sharp pain shooting through her wrist. she swallowed, her eyes too scared to leave his brown ones. if she knew that he was being serious, she wouldn’t have laughed earlier. now she knew she was in dangerous territory, like walking through a field of land mines. she knew better than to behave like that when freddie was upset.

“you’re hurting me.” her voice was only a mere whisper, and he tilted his head back laughing breathlessly, his grip staying the same.

“i never cheated on you.” she said sincerely, her eyes watering. her face looked like she was about to sob, while freddie’s stayed the same. cold like always.

her entire being changed that second. everything inside of her suddenly felt like it was working against her and not for her. she was internally screaming at herself.

you ruined everything.

how could your mind be so sick and perverted to do something like that?

why would he ever wanna be with you now.

“bullshit. that’s not what she fucking said.”

“what are you talking about?” she wiggled her arm slightly, to try and break his hold on her, but it only pissed him off more, as he bended her wrist backwards till she stopped moving, a small whimper leaving her lips.

“oh please, y/n!” he raised his voice, making her body jolt under his touch. “she told me about the night you two spent together. how you kissed her, how you try to join her whenever she takes showers.”

he’s right, y/n.

you’ve always been close with her. too close. the pet names and the cuddling. nothing in that is domestic.

you’ve been cheating on him this whole time. who’s to say that maybe one time when you were applying her lipgloss, that you didn’t get too lost in her lips and press yours against them?

“i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, that’s not true!”

“oh, okay, so she’s just lying?!”

britanny would never lie. atleast the britanny y/n knew.

she was her best friend. they’d been friends since they were kids and she had never been uncomfortable before. his words felt artificial as they traveled through her ears. she knew there was no way in hell that this was actually happening. when she told britanny that she had a sex dream about her, the two just laughed it off. it wasn’t nearly a big deal and y/n never thought to tell freddie about it because why would she? it’s just a dream and didn’t mean anything.

of course she would be uncomfortable.

you cling to her like a lost puppy.

she’s your only friend and by the looks of it, it’s gonna change.

watch, he’s gonna leave you too and so you’ll be all alone.

“i-“ freddie rolled his eyes and went to walk away but she pulled him back. “she is! she’s lying! i-i don’t know why but i swear, freddie it’s not true!”

she started crying. her mascara ran and her lips frowned and all she wanted to do was limp away like a lost little puppy. she had no idea what was happening. her brain couldn’t process it. he began going on about how he couldn’t trust her. about how embarrassing it was for him and how he couldn’t be the guy dating the only lesbian in school, but he said it in a much graphic and cruder way that she couldn’t help but be glad to have droned out. he eventually got sick of yelling at her to leave as she was frozen in place and left himself, towards the door.

you cheated.

all you do is hurt people.

look how upset you made him, he’s starting to walk away.

“freddie wait!” the door opening broke her out of her trance and she felt herself drop to her knees momentarily. she stood back up, taking deep breaths and trying to figure out what was happening.

britanny was betraying her. the very same britanny who she used to play on the playground with and share secrets. who she used to sleep over and eat mac and cheese with. who she swore she would be friends with forever.

there was no kiss. no romantic chemistry between them. she never made a move on her nor vice versa. this whole smear campaign was deeper of a betrayal than she saw coming.

her eyes darted to his phone vibrating on the table. he forgot to grab it when he ran off who knows where.

it was a squalid thing to do, going through his phone, in his living room inside his house. under any circumstance, it was deemed messy. well, any other circumstance.

she didn’t expect the notification on his phone to have her best friends name on it.

she unlocked it, knowing the passcode from the previous times she had seen him open it, and she tried to blink her tears away in order to reach the instagram message.

did you tell her yet? ❤️

it was all a plan. freddie was planning on leaving y/n for her best friend. her best friend had been plotting to steal him away for some time now and when y/n confessed her dumb sapphic dream she had about the two, she saw it as a chance to break them up. it made her sick knowing how meaningless the friendship was if she was willing to hurt her this badly just for another boy.

he’s probably on his way to go see her right now. why wouldn’t he? she’s so much better than you are. you’re a monster.

they’ll probably get married and have kids and you’ll still have a body count of one and zero friends, just like you deserve.

she wished she didn’t keep scrolling through their chats, but she couldn’t help herself. it got worse and worse, pictures and heart emojis became fuzzy as the tears came back. once she swiped out of the chat, she saw numerous others. all girls.

she didn’t even have to click on them to know what it was. the last sent texts had already proven it. tons of ‘you’re so fucking sexy’ and ‘she doesn’t have to know’ with a few hearts and water emojis littered in between.

the list was longer than she thought possible. he’d been cheating since two weeks into their two year relationship. just freshman year and she found conversations multiple classmates. her classmates. ones that she thought she could trust. everyone knew they were dating, how did no one tell her?

one date stuck out more than the others and it was a conversation with britanny’s old instagram account on the day that freddie took y/n’s virginity.

she shouldn’t have opened it.

i thought about you when i fucked her tbh.

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the only physical sensation she could feel was the aching of her now-fucked-up ankles from the sixty minute walk home. it felt like her eyes never left the ground, as if the entire timespan was spent watching as her uggs got darker and darker from the rain. the puddles that she’d usually avoid, she treaded through. something about the sixteen year old and how she walked and felt that night, or more-so how she didn’t feel, haunted her. it was like she couldn’t move anything but her legs that were on autopilot. she imaged that she looked like a ghost, her robotic movements lifeless and her tears still kept inside.

the familiar coolness of the doorknob was the only indication that she had arrived home. y/n had never been so dead in her life. closing the door quietly behind her, she felt the harsh burning of her teardrops bundled behind her eyes and she could feel the sweet release of them falling any second. the sound of drake talking on the phone was cathartic, the tv playing quietly in the background.

“drake?”

he glanced behind him, all muscles in his face dropping at the sight of his baby sister. her lip quivered and a tear from each eye fell almost in tune. he didn’t even say anything to the person on the phone as he quickly hung up, y/n bolting towards him at the same time.

drake picked her up in his arms, her wrapping her legs around him and feeling his hands on her back as she sobbed loudly in his neck. she didn’t say anything for a while. she just remembered her brother holding her and bringing her to the couch with him as she wailed, her head laying on his lap for a while while he ran his hands through her hair. she’d never cried so hard or so much in her life.

he was so used to seeing her happy. even if she wasn’t happy, she’d want drake to think so. always strong for her big brother. it was a pain that was unbearable seeing her like this. he didn’t know what to do but his body was dying to do something and he had to convince himself to stay gentle for her. to do what dad would have done.

but god, did she wail that night. heart wrenching sobs that never seemed to die down.

she knew that freddie had anger issues, and would constantly try to convince herself that that part of him wasn’t real. that it was just in her imagination. that he was perfect. she’d put her feelings to the side. always dimming her glow just so he could shine, because she figured that’s how it needed to be. drake remembered the few times he’d heard freddie raise his voice at his sister a little too much for his liking. how badly he wanted to ring his neck then like he wanted to do now.

no man on the planet was good enough for drake havoks sister.

drake was a guy himself, he knew all men were the same. they would just taint her or hurt her and fuck her over, and god knew that drake wanted that to never happen, but he also knew how much she loved love. he couldn’t take that away from her, not when so much of her life had already been ripped from her grasp.

it made sense that he was fine with flloyd and y/n dating. if she was going to date anyone, he’d want it to be with a guy who he knows inside and out. one who’s predictable and knows how dangerous drake can be when he’s upset, especially when his little sisters involved. flloyd’s a smart guy, not super logical and a bit of a dipshit, but a smart enough guy to know well enough to treat y/n like a princess. anything less than that, and drake would tear him apart.

if he was sober at least.

he knew y/n would have to grow up and have her own teenage experience, once that drake would have to deal with and allow, but he had spent so long trying to shield her from it. doing whatever he could to make her appear like a normal girl. like she wasn’t being raised by her brother. letting her have sleepovers with kids, putting on his deep voice and pretending he’s her father over the phone. it made her feel good. it kept eyes from her, and made her less of a target. he even sold his guitar to help buy her uggs when they were in style.

he knew she was already cool but if she wanted to be the cool popular girl at school and needed materialistic things to do so, drake would do whatever he could to make it happen. no amount of money was too much for her. she deserved the things she wanted and more and it killed him that he couldn’t give her that.

that horrible, billowy feeling in his stomach, as the realization that prom was only in a couple days, made him want to break everything in sight.

everything but her.

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NOW

she remembered holding freddie’s phone when his front door opened. his face held an expression different than before, softer than before, until it dropped at the sight of his phone in her hand. the texts shining on the screen.

to this day, she wondered whether or not he was gonna apologize. if he would have still been with her had she never seen the messages on his phone. maybe if she had just stood there and waited for him, he would have come back, arms open and a complete speech about how sorry he was and how much he loved her. maybe he would have kissed her and she wouldn’t have ever found out about his cheating. they would have worn their matching suit and dress to the prom that weekend and they would have never had any difficulties in their relationship ever again. happily ever after from there on out.

but that didn’t happen.

her glossy eyes counteracted his dim ones and she told him that they were over. that there was nothing left.

she remembered how much it hurt her to do so, and to this day she wasn’t sure where the courage and strength to walk out that door had come from.

she remembered crying that weekend, while scrolling through the numerous posts of him and britanny at prom. she didn’t go.

he still wore the suit she picked out for him.

she remembered seeing the familiar ‘x’ symbol next to britannys name, signifying that she had unadded her, and marking the end of their long friendship. losing the two closest people to her, with little to no closure.

she remembered the bruises on her wrist. the night of their breakup wasn’t the only time that he had inflicted bruises there. in fact, there were only brief periods of time when her wrists weren’t bruised. he’d always drag her down school hallways, and even if she told him to stop and that it hurt, he’d just keep doing it.

she didn’t know better though.

she was 14 and never had a boyfriend before. she didn’t necessarily have a representation of what a relationship should be as a kid. so, she just ignored it and would wear bracelets to hide them. they weren’t too pigmented, usually just a bright red at the start and then a dim purple, but the night of the breakup, her wrist had never hurt so bad.

they were bigger and didn’t start a bright red like they usually did. instead, they were an awful deep color, almost like if she had smudged eyeliner on her skin, before turning into a agonizing orange color. she couldn’t fall asleep with her wrist touching anything, or else it’d hurt her and keep her awake. she had even gone to the doctors to make sure it wasn’t sprained. ibuprofen was her best friend for a few weeks.

y/n went into a depression for the rest of highschool. she started going to therapy again and was prescribed meds to help her. up till graduation, she was miserable. the worst part was the nightmares though.

she couldn’t sleep without waking up screaming and crying. everytime she woke up it was like the morning after their breakup, all over again. she’d feel the betrayal and the pain and immediately look to her wrists, expecting to see bruises. she’d pick up her phone expecting to see texts from her now ex boyfriend, thinking that they were still together.

it got to the point where drake started sleeping in her room with her.

it was one night where he went to check on her to make sure she had taken her pills, a bottle of water in his hand.

“drake?”

“yeah?”

“can you stay with me?”

if it wasn’t the absolutely heart wrenching look on her face of desperation, he would have said no. he told her to scootch over and got under the blankets, which were blue at the time. they’d gotten the habit of watching friends together in her bedroom before she’d fall asleep, once he knew she was out of it, he’d slowly make his way to his room. although, often times he’d fall asleep with her.

once she turned 18, he began sleeping on the chair next to her bed, or even on the floor at times, since she was too old to share the bed with comfortably. eventually she got better and the nightmares stopped, but the rest of her school career, she spent nights with her brother, and because of it, it was difficult for him to date or talk to girls. it was as if he was a single father, the way his little sister had taken up so much of his life.

when she finally left the bathroom, drake wasn’t expecting the first words to be about their old friends marathons.

“are you okay?”

“do you remember when you used to sleep in my room?” she asked, seemingly a lot calmer than he assumed she’d be considering she had just threw up and ignored his shouting.

“yeah?” he was puzzled, his demeanor still on guard to make sure she was okay.

“thank you. for doing that. for staying.”

“of course..” she started to walk by him, towards her bedroom. “are you sure you’re okay?”

“yeah! i’m just nervous about tonight that’s all.” she stated with a smile before grabbing her skin care products and starting her morning routine.

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y/n woke up earlier than usual that day, in order to pamper herself as much as possible in preparation for the night. she had been waiting for an opportunity like this for so long and she wasn’t gonna mess it up. she needed to look perfect.

at first, she was gonna wear something more casual of a dress, until kelsey sent her a picture of the dresses that charli and nikita were planning to wear. now, she was hoping her dress would be enough.

she had spent the day texting kelsey, frequently asking questions and pondering on about worries she had. she’d texted mo and even flloyd a few times, trying to push the image of her sex dream with vinnie to the back of her head.

she was extra jumpy, grabbing her bags and making her way to kelsey’s house. the girl had forewarned her that two of her friends, loren gray and brooke kier, would be joining them, which only added to her anxiety. they already were immensely popular and knowing that she would be spending the night with them, including getting ready in front of them, was freaking her out.

this could literally be the biggest day of my life.

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10:30 AM

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙮

@ 𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧

prom anyone? <3

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@ y/n: 👀

@ iamlorengray: oh i’m so ready

4:40 PM

𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮/𝙣

@ Y/N

@ hypehouse see you soon 👀

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@ userone: WHAT

@ usertwo: IM SO CONFUSED?? NEW HYPE HOUSE MEMBERv???

@ userone: @ usertwo SHUT UP ILL LOSE IT

@ userthree: MOTHER IS FINALLY FEEDING US 🥳

@ userfour: you better fucking post some tiktoks or i stg

@ userfive: UMMM Y/N X CHARLI CROSSOVER??

@ usersix: MEET NIKITA PLEASE

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when y/n arrived at the address kelsey sent her, her heart stopped. she’d never seen the outside of the british girls house, only ever seeing inside her living room and bedroom in the background of her videos. the place made hazels house look like a kmart, and that’s not even being dramatic. the modern building was in a strange shape that resembled a tetris piece, it’s white walls holding the square windows that y/n could peer through to see the somewhat familiar staircase and halls of the house. she grew even more nervous at the sight of multiple, super expensive, cars in the drive way, one she recognized to be kelsey’s.

she’d spent all day working on skincare and planning, trying not to let the anxiety eat her away, but now that she was here, it all truly sinked in that this was happening. kelsey’s house was an hour away, so she offered to have y/n spend the night there along with brooke, loren, and their dates. she obviously agreed, given the opportunity to make more friends in the industry, yet would be lying if she said she wasn’t terrified. she quickly texted the brunette to tell her that she had arrived and waited for her response.

Kelsey 😘:

hey! come through the side door, i left it unlocked. ❤️💖😘

here goes nothing

she ignored the icky nervous feeling that sat in the pit of her stomach, as she continued her way towards the house, slamming the car door and leaving some of her stuff in the car while carrying the smaller things with her. her fingers gripped onto the bags she was holding, forming a tight fist till her knuckles became white, as a way to release some of the immense and sickly tension she felt in her chest. silver rings were worn on almost every finger, in honor of the special occasion. the girl felt weird walking into someone else’s house, especially one she had never been inside before, but since kelsey told her to, she opened the slider door.

entering the lavish building, she was immediately met with the sound of loren laughing nearby. it was a welcoming sound, despite not even seeing them face to face yet. her giggles were adorable and were sent through the hallways, leaving a light echo that traveled along the interior of the large, unexplored building. kelsey’s familiar berkshire accent droned out the laughs from the blonde girl, and while y/n couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying, kelsey was never known to be quiet— her booming voice always draping over others and gaining everyone’s attention. even though some may find it annoying, y/n thought it was endearing the way the girl’s personality shone through her voice.

“she’s here!” kelsey shouted, hearing the slam of the slider door.

“hi!” y/n called out, a smile on her face as she walked towards them. the two girls were seated at a black granite counter that was off to the side of the kitchen, contrasting the white island of the kitchen. it was a different set up, as if there was a mini area with just a table that separated the kitchen from the living room.

there was make-up scattered around them, multiple cosmetic bags and two round mirrors with white lights around the rim. she noted the charcuterie board in the center of the counter with numerous fruits, all cut into different shapes, and while brooke arrived back from her trip to the bathroom and loren and kelsey got up to greet the girl, y/n felt her worries slowly get dimmer.

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all of the blueberry’s laid out amongst the fruit, had been eaten by y/n by the time everyone was done getting ready. she loved her two new now friends, but loren was definitely connecting to her on a different level. brooke was sweet but seemed a lot more distant. they immediately did what they could to make y/n feel more included, which started by loren offering her to pick the songs that they played while getting ready. y/n mentioned one direction, knowing that loren liked them as well. truth is, y/n always liked them but after meeting hazel and knowing that she’s loosely linked to them, it made her wanna go back and listen to the heartthrob band again.

they made small talk while trying to get to know the girl, including them asking about who her date for the night would be which resulted in an awkward attempt at y/n briefly touching on vinnie’s existence— the one boy who the girl already couldn’t stop thinking about.

she felt like she had fucked him. obviously she didn’t, and it was just a dream—so moreso like her subconscious fucked him— but boy did she feel guilty. her entire body was pulsating with nerves about what it was going to be like seeing him again. it all felt so real. the way he looked up at her from between his thighs…and it was a clearer image in her head than most actual memories were. she had the feeling that he would be able to know that somethings up, he had a way of reading her like that, so she focused on the drink that kelsey’s boyfriend sebastian gave her and the eyeshadow brush in between her fingers.

her makeup was fairly simple compared to the other girls, but she opted for a blue eyeliner instead of a black one when applying her winged liner, which matched with her space cadet blue dress.

the dress was an a-line gown that was lacy and sheer at the top and had spaghetti straps to go around her shoulders. the dress was sparkly all over, so much so that it would shimmer even when in the dark.

loren had a dress a similar color, but was a lighter teal and hugged her body a bit more than y/n’s did. it was sleeveless and arched at the chest with a long slit down the side, and had more glitter than y/n’s dress did. she braided brooke’s hair back while brooke strapped her black heels on. brooke wore a hot pink satin dress that had ripples in the front and a trail in the back while kelsey wore a more casual bodycon dress that was a glittery black.

y/n’s dress was the most gown-like and because of it, she second guessed herself that she was overdressed, which prompted the girls to remind her what the other partygoers were going to be wearing which immediately shut her up.

the whole afternoon, she spent with her phone nearby. she told the girls that it was because flloyd kept texting her, but the real reason was that she was anxious about vinnie.

what if he comes in a pair of sweatpants?

what if he doesn’t show up at all?

am i gonna regret this?

her mind was going 5x speed through all of the possible outcomes that could happen, even as they all were leaving.

brooke’s boyfriend and loren’s date were going to meet them there, along with vinnie, while sebastian and kelsey sat together, hand in hand, in the center of the limo they were in.

“you really never went to prom?” her british accent cut through the girls thoughts as she mindlessly played with the multiple silver rings on her fingers, her nails blue with stars painted on them.

“no…i didn’t.” her lips made a thin line and she crossed her legs, looking at the other two girls who were smiling back at her. she sat beside loren while brooke sat on the end, kelsey and her date across from them. brooke and loren were drinking what looked like champagne and were playing some song from the speaker of their phone, chanting and clearly excited for the night.

calm down, y/n.

everything’s gonna be fine.

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vinnie 🐞🤍

we just got here, are u close?

hello?

yeah

where are you

road was busy calm down i’ll be there in a sec

okay

everyone is walking in vinnie where are you

hurry up i’m holding everyone up

i’m here

“i’m sorry, he said he’s here.” she turned around, walking forwards down the path towards the gate and peered over the bushes and the cars, trying to see him. she had no idea what his car looked like, so she was a lost cause.

“hey.”

y/n jumped at the sudden voice in close proximity to her and her startled legs shook in her heels, causing her to lose her footing for a second till a hand grabbed her waist to steady her.

“hey, woah. you good?”

“god, vinnie— you scared me!” she put a hand on his chest, the space cadet blue suit sparking her interest.

she couldn’t believe it.

she assumed that he would wear something simple, but boy was she wrong. the color was exact and it fit him perfectly. not only that, but his nails were painted black, a detail she noticed as he scratched his scruff.

he looked so sexy that it was borderline dangerous.

y/n suddenly grew wary of the girls around them, a territorial instinct twisting inside of her.

oh god, get it together the night hasn’t even started yet.

“something wrong?” he asked, prying her eyes to meet his instead of looking at his tattoos that shown on his chest beneath the opened up white button up under his suit, perfectly placed under his silver chains. she couldn’t believe what she was looking at, it was almost too good to be true. his lips were puffy as if he had been chewing on them nervously and he leaned towards her, waiting for her to answer.

“i didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“yeah, well-“ he scoffed, letting his eyes wander downwards to land on her body.

he immediately regretted doing so.

y/n was a stunning girl, that was obvious, but something about seeing her in a gown like a princess with her hair straight and put together behind her shoulders, was killing him in ways he never thought would.

vinnie had never really found dresses attractive like that before.

but y/n? seeing her in one is changing his mind.

he cleared his throat, “you have something for me?” motioning to the box behind the girls back.

“oh, yeah. here.” pinning the white flower to his chest, she then noticed the corsage the boy was holding. “you got a corsage?” she asked, trying to ignore the way he gulped as he looked down at her while she applied it to the fabric.

“well, yeah.”

“have you been to prom before?”

“nope.”

“oh…” the two started walking towards the entrance of the mansion, “me neither.”

after awkwardly introducing him to the girls and their dates, they made their way inside.

“wait.” vinnie blurted, causing his date to turn around confused. the look on his face showed that he truly wasn’t expecting the word to leave his mouth, but once it did, he couldn’t stop.

“you look really beautiful tonight.”

an immediate blush arose to the girls cheeks but she tried to play it cool, thanking him. “you don’t look too bad yourself.”

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this is the event she got all worried about?

sure, the place was filled to the brim with influencers, but it was filled with even more camera crews with cameras that were only focused on the hype house members.

she could barely get a word in with how busy with the crews they were. she assumed that they were talking about whatever drama was happening for their netflix documentary, but they forgot about everyone else in at the party, or they just didn’t care.

it was honestly pathetic.

there wasn’t really meeting new people, instead it was just groups of already friends with their dates talking in corners while trying to hide substances from the cameras that were lingering around the place. while brooke and kelsey were busy with their dates, loren was single but that didn’t stop her from being in the center of the dance floor (if you could even call it that). as soon as they finished taking pictures at the photobooths, they all jumped to doing their own thing. loren stopped to make sure y/n didn’t wanna join her, but she opted to stay alone with vinnie and uncomfortably be in the corner away from the hectic mess.

it wasn’t very ‘influencer’ of her, but honestly? her brain was so broken from vinnie’s presence that she found it more exciting standing beside him than meeting and gossiping with charlie and dixie.

she thought that she was fine, but then she’d get hit with flashes of the image of vinnie shirtless on top of her, and she’d lose focus. instead of paying attention to what could be the biggest moment of her life, she couldn’t help but wonder how big her dates dick was and she swore he could read her thoughts with the way he kept eye fucking her.

it felt good seeing how his focus stayed on her rather than the numerous hot girls that surrounded him.

that was until it didn’t.

one girl in particular started chatting the boy up and even though he clearly wasn’t interested, y/n’s vision made it seem that he was. he knew that this was merely for business. that y/n would rather go with any other guy, but he happened to be the best fit; but that didn’t stop him from wanting to give her a good time.

it started with him dragging her more towards the action, keeping his distance while dancing to whatever lil wayne song was playing in the background, but he grew more and more aggressive throughout the songs.

what y/n didn’t know was that some hype house guy kept staring down the valley of her breasts whenever she would face his way, causing hacker to clench his jaw and redirect her so she was looking at him.

“you okay?” she shouted over the music. he insisted he was fine just to keep her dancing. vinnie’s brain kept repeating the same thing;

she’s dressed like a princess, she shouldn’t be ogled so inappropriately by fuckboys.

in fact, she shouldn’t be talking to any guys here as far as i’m concerned.

vinnie hacker? possessive?

usually not, but tonight he was.

♫ 𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙤

“come onnnn..” he dragged out, barely any liquor in his or his dates system.

“you seriously wanna dance? to this song?”

i used to know but now that shit don’t feel right

it made me put away my pride

every one was slow dancing with their dates and vinnie saw the opportunity to do the same with her. after seeing how upset she looked watching all the couples kiss and dance, he figured she deserved at least one good dance.

“if you don’t dance with me right now, i will take my pants off in the middle of the dance floor, havok.”

“fuck! okay, fine i’m coming. i just..didn’t think you’d wanna dance to be honest.”

i’m wishing i could make this mine

his tattooed hands found themselves on her waist, and for someone who hadn’t been to prom, he seemed to know a thing or two about slow dancing. he was a gentleman to her all night, and she couldn’t believe it. no lewd comments or crude jokes; yes, he would imagine her without the dress on whenever she’d look away and memorize her body, but she didn’t need to know that, hence she was doing the same thing. the slim line between her dream and reality was becoming slimmer by the second and that look in his eyes when she’d talk to him wasn’t helping.

think about flloyd.

think about drake.

if you need it

we could make it

“it’s prom, of course i wanna dance. i’m not a loser.”

usually vinnie knows the things that make him tick. what to do to get him going and what to avoid thinking about, especially in public, but right now he had no fucking idea.

if you want it

you can have it

her chest was in such close proximity to him that he could feel her body heat. while the thought of her sex dream with him finally left y/n’s mind, vinnie’s just got dirtier.

maybe it’s the fact that she doesn’t try to change him. maybe it’s how she is honest with him or maybe how she’s his polar opposite.

but then again, it could also be how she looks like an absolute royalty just begging to be fucked.

whatever he’d have to do in order to have her then and there at that party, he would do.

they gon find you

gon catch you sleepin

her cheek rested against his shoulder and he concealed his thoughts as best to his ability. he couldn’t let her know what he was thinking, he needed her to think that he couldn’t care less. vinnie hacker at a prom? never, he’s too cool for that.

but little did she know that he was just about red hot in her arms.

now don’t you close your eyes

is there sex pollen in the air?

what is it that is making the boy so fucking horny for the girl he was holding? while she talked he prayed that she’d keep her face where it was, scared that the sight of her lips and her eyes looking up at him would snap the cord that was in his chest.

“i’m sorry for dragging you to this…it’s not as fun as i assumed it’d be.”

it was true. she thought that she’d be right in the middle of the hype house members, filming tiktoks with them and listening to their dirty secrets, but instead it was clearly just for pr. she wondered what a real hype house party would be like. one that wasn’t monetized and full of camera men. she assumed that she’d like it a lot more than this.

“i’m just glad that you’re actually making an effort and not fucking some girl on a bathroom sink.”

too late

you wanna make it right but now it’s too late

those words were enough to push him over the edge.

hearing her say ‘fucking’ and ‘bathroom sink’ made him think about how it felt when he hooked up with hazel after seeing y/n’s chest covered in water that she ‘spilled’ onto herself. he wondered how loud her moans would be against shower walls. would the partygoers be able to hear them through all the noise? he’d make sure that they did.

“jesus fuc-“ he lightly pulled away, y/n looking up at him confused.

“what’d you say?”

vinnie felt a buzz in his pocket, signifying that he got a text message. “nothing-no, i was just saying that you really owe me for this..” his hand went to the back of her head, keeping her against his chest as they swayed. he snaked an arm out to check his phone, cursing mentally about how perfect the night would have been if it wasn’t for his immense horniness;

that, and the fact that the text he got was from hazel who was outside of the hype house calling his name.

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secret

pairing ➳ peter parker x stark!reader

warnings ➳ SMUT. MINORS DNI i have written it in bold. dom/sub dynamics, fingering, oral (m recieving), nothing else i think.

w.c. ➳ 1.7k

summary ➳ peter is pretty obedient. he follows all orders from mr. stark. but he would break all the rules for you.

posting this before i get busy with assignments and tests and college hahahaha 🥹

(i missed using his gif so much omg)

“say it.” peter demanded, his thumb pressuring your clit, unmoving, “say who you belong to.”

“y-you. i belong to you peter.”

the answer, albeit composed of ragged breath and choked words, seemed to be apt for peter. he leaned down to give a sweet kiss to your forehead, his fingers covering inches of your skin until he dipped two of them inside you. you gasped and moaned, the stretch too good for you to keep your hands in the position he told you to. however, you tried your best because you wanted attention. you wanted to cum.

his fingers moved out of you, just to dive back in. peter played with you like that until you were arching your back to achieve what he’d been denying you for the past thirteen-or-so minutes.

“peter, baby p-please.” you begged, your voice almost cracking as you felt the tips of his fingers brush up against that special spot, “i-i want more.”

peter looked down at you. holding your hands obediently as he said, in all your naked glory, splayed out for him to explore and he found pleasure in the fact that he broke some rules just to be here with you right now.

peter caved, giving you what you needed. his fingers curled, hitting deeper than you thought he could. the repeated motion of his thumb brushing against your clit accompanied by the rhythmic thrusts were enough to push you over the edge. you collapsed against the bed and peter, bedside you. he watched you, eyes closed, taking in deep breaths, your chest rising and falling with each one.

he pulled you closer, an arm around your waist until your bodies were tangled again. you draped a leg around him, a hand up against his cheek, caressing his face gently as you leaned to press your lips together again. it was quick, fervent. nothing at all like the other times you would sneak a kiss during one of your missions together or in the lab while working on a prototype for your dad.

“your turn.” you mumbled against his lips as you quickly straddled his hips, leaning down to press a series of kisses along his jaw, down his neck, biting gently at his protruding collarbone, pulling out a hiss from your “secret boyfriend” as you called him.

peter mumbled a soft please as you travelled down his body, tracing your fingers over to where he probably needed you the most. he gasped and your hands worked on the button on his jeans. your lips trailed down his chest, pressing open-mouthed kisses over his skin, paying special attention to his sensitive nipples and your lips wrapped around one.

“(y/n), s-stop teasing.”

“shhh, baby. i’ll take care of you, don’t worry.” a giggle escapes you as you quickly move down, placing kisses here and there along his taut abdomen.

you pulled down his jeans and boxers at the same time, his cock springing out, hard and red because of all the teasing. peter kicked away the fabrics before they reached his ankles and you chuckled at his excitement.

adjusting yourself between his thighs, you placed butterfly kisses over his v-line, watching as he got more impatient. deciding to not torture him further, you moved to wrap your lips around his tip. the groan that escaped peter was enough to send another wave of arousal through your own core. soon, you were bobbing your head up and down his cock, taking as much of him as you could.

“f-fuck, baby, just like that.” peter wheezed, arching his back now as he almost reached ecstasy, “don’t stop.” he pleaded.

you hummed against him, the vibrations being last push for peter as he came undone, biting his lip as you milked him of all he had to give.

the two of you laid down together after your– what you two called– “secret rendezvous”, peter’s hand running up and down the length of your arm as your back pressed against his chest.

you were at the brink of sleep when peter’s soft voice pulled you back to consciousness, “do you think they know?”

“hmm?”

“about us?” peter clarified, “do you think they know about us?”

“do we care?” you turned your neck to look at him, placing a soft kiss over his lips. he gave you a little smile.

“i mean, your dad was pretty clear that he’s against us dating.”

you turned around, giving him all your attention, as you slid your arm over his shoulder and your hand in his hair, playing with the outgrown curls. you were so happy that peter decided to grow out his hair, he looked like prince charming, “if you’re worried about him then-”

“no. no. i don’t think he should be able to decide what we want. we’re both adults after all.” peter said, brushing a few strands of your hair behind your ear. you nestled closer to his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat and as you fell asleep, peter was left with his thoughts and his thoughts took him to the day you two first met.

“meet my daughter. no more questions.” mr stark said. it was the first day peter actually started being an employee more than a backup call and his mentor had invited him over to work in the lab with himself and doctor bruce. what he failed to mention, however, was the fact that you’d also be there.

you with your messy yet tidy bun, your neatly pressed lacoat, the glass sitting at the rim of your nose. everything about you screamed professionalism. you extended your hand out for him to shake, “(y/n).”

he watched you for a few seconds, quickly reaching for your hand before it got awkward, “uh, peter.”

““uh peter”, huh?” you teased, smiling at him and peter thought he lost the ability to speak for a moment as he racked his brain and throat to coordinate.

“it’s just peter.” he found himself smiling a little nervously as he said.

“i was only kidding.” you waved a hand dismissal. peter and you talked for a while, getting to know each other. you found out he was in his senior year at midtown high.

“oh, i have a friend there!”

“really?”

“yeah, harry osborn.”

“oh, i know him. he’s my friend too.” peter gave you a grin, watching as you turned the screw on one of the blasters of your father’s suit.

“alright! less talking, more working.” tony interrupted, “no chit-chat allowed in my lab.”

“yes, mr. stark.” peter nodded, obeying him immediately as he watched you work carefully.

“don’t worry about him, i’ll just slip some sleeping pills in his next dose of coffee.” you gave him a wink.

“please tell me you’re joking again.” peter swallowed a laugh that threatened to escape past his lips.

“you’ll eventually find out.” you shrugged.

it turned out that you didn’t end up mixing anything in his coffee because as soon as you left the lab, tony was at his throat, lecturing him about not getting too attached as he’d only introduced you so that you two could accompany each other on further missions. he wished you had slipped some sleeping pills in his coffee.

the next memory that occupied peter’s thoughts was the first mission you two went together on.

“it’s important information.” you mumbled into the communication device that was placed firmly in your ear.

“it’s not more important than your life!” your dad’s voice, raw and angry sounded through the device and you rolled your eyes, appreciating and hating his concern at the same time.

you and peter were in a mafia base. the guys were selling high-tech weapons which were a combination of vibranium, powered by alien tools which were probably lost after the new york battle of 2012 and fell into the wrong hands.

peter was probably still busy fighting off a bunch of big bad guys. your eyes were darting back and forth between the computer screen and the doorway as you watched the data transfer into your pendrive.

“peter, where are you?!” your dad asked, stealing words out of your mouth.

peter’s voice, breathless and painful, rang through your ears, “i’m good! a little bruised but good.” you could tell he was still walking, trying to find out where you were.

“stay put.”

“mr. stark, i-”

“i said stay put.”

it was a few seconds later that commotion was heard from over your end.

“(y/n)? is everything okay?” peter was the first to ask as his concerned voice fell in your ears.

“yeah. i have it under control.” you said, though it didn’t sound like that to peter.

“wait there. i’m going to come find you.” peter hurried, rushing through the dimly lit room he was in, to find you in the evil lair.

“peter! i told you to stay put. i’m on my way.” mr stark sounded angry but the brunette didn’t care this time. in fact, he couldn’t care less. peter couldn’t just sit and wait for him to come find you. he had to go and help you.

“i’m sorry mr. stark. i have to find her.”

peter watched your face, a solemn expression covering your features as you slept peacefully. he pressed his lips onto your forehead, remembering all the events you two had been through that led you here, to this moment.

there was no denying you both had felt the spark right at the beginning but going behind everyone’s back, hiding it all from the whole world, even his friends, even may, all the sneaking in through windows– which was a little easier for peter, considering his alter ego– was starting to feel like an obstruction in your freedom.

peter probably broke all rules when it came to you and your safety. maybe he was smitten, like ned had told him once. maybe he would keep loving you forever even if your father forbade it his whole life.

whatever this “secret situation” of you two would lead to, peter was sure everything would be alright as long as you two were together. but for now peter let sleep take over him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: sorry for the late chapter!! i wrote this once before and then my phone died before i could save it 😭 but i’m back! and i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: injury, blood, swearing, crying, coach ben mental breakdown…. tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake

Chapter Eight - Ever Since the Lake

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1996-

Being happy is a foreign feeling.

After the plane crash, after a thousand deaths and a thousand cuts, the feeling of a smile winding its way onto your face is different. Like you’ve forgotten how to.

The sand under your feet is warm, like a fluffy blanket, and it kicks up and flies all around your feet as you run down.

The other girls start kicking off their pants mid-run, belt buckles clinging, shoes mismatched and tossed around.

Maybe you should be looking for food right now, for a place to sleep tonight, but the allure of the refreshing water is too much, and this place is so safe- what could ever hurt you here? Nothing bad dwells in these waters, nothing but small fish and plants and just the feeling of floating in the water and being free.

It takes you a moment longer to get undressed then everyone else, carefully trying to lift your shirt above the bandages still wrapped on your face.

Van reaches the water first, slowing down the deeper she gets, until she abandons the pursuit and dives right in, surfacing to shout encouragement to the other hesitant girls.

“It feels fucking great!” she shouts, her hands in the air, red hair falling all around her like a small fire.

In your heart, something burns as you wade into the water, even through the cold rush, something that first makes your stomach twist in nerves.

You’re just happy. And your heart is too.

The water is filled with laughing and splashing, and you try to think back to the last time you were this relieved, this happy- but nothing comes to mind. Not in a place like this, where there’s so much newness, and you mind can only focus on cooling off in the cold water.

Travis splashes one of the girls, Mari, and she laughs and tries to splash him back- but he’s already diving out into the water. You feel awkward with your one-size too small bra, courtesy of your mother, and the t-shirt bandages around your face, but you take in a deep breath.

The water gets into your lungs, making you feel young and restless.

“Is Travis actually… hot?” Jackie asks, crossing her arms. Natalie scoffs and crosses her arms.

“It’s been three days. You guys can’t be that desperate, can you?” her words are accompanied by a light smile, but the undertone of her words hits hard in your gut.

In a place like this- it really sucks to be alone.

But, this is the lake, and nothing back can happen here, so you lean down and cup some into your hands, splashing it onto your chest, letting the water wash away the dirt and sweat from the hike, from the crash.

“Is it not fucking cold?” Jackie asks, and you only smile at her, leaning down as if you’re gonna splash her, and she yelps and hides behind Mari. You laugh, and carefully, to avoid your wound, run some water off the back of your head, letting it drip down your shoulders.

And while you do it, you can feels someone’s eyes on you.

—-

By now, most of the girls have cooled off and gotten clean, and are using the lake like a private pool. Maybe if they close their eyes, they can imagine some grand resort.

But you don’t even need to close your eyes. Anything is better than being near that plane.

You’re sitting against a piece of driftwood, left by the tide, your head tilted back, listening to the sounds of girls playing chicken fight. A loud splash and someone’s fallen, so you smile.

“This seat taken?” Natalie asked, looking at the spot next to you from where she stood, white t-shirt, and small smile on her features.

“Uh-huh,” you say, shaking your head. She sits down, cross-legged next to you, looking out onto the lake. You swing your legs over and join her sitting up from on your back.

Sometimes you feel too young to hold onto moments like these. Like soon, your life will keep moving, and there will be so much to remember- the simple, happy moments like this will fade away. Only to be conjured by a specific feeling, a certain smell, a feel to the air that only this place and this moment could match perfectly.

“You don’t like the water?” you ask, eyeing her almost dry clothes.

“It’s too cold for me.” She looks out on the water, towards another round of chicken fight. Van topples over with another girl on her shoulders, and you both chuckle, before she looks back to you. “How’s your cut?”

“Oh, better,” you mumble, feeling like a bit too much in the world. Taking up a bit too much of everything. Feeling like a bit too much of everything. “I feel so stupid with these weird bandages, you know?”

She smiles and meets your eyes.

“Nah. You look great. Makes you look badass, huh?”

“Sure,” you say, thinking about if the wilderness will even care. You doubt it will.

You imagine the dawn breaking overhead, reflected onto this lake. You imagine sitting there like this, just like this, with this same girl next to you.

Maybe you’d be closer, or at this distance, but your hands would be touching, or there would just be something around the two of you that sings that you are matching scars in each other’s souls.

You want her to be the scar in your soul, and maybe that’s your fear talking, the wilderness, or maybe you’ve always spent a second too long looking at her, maybe you’ve always felt like this and this place is just freedom. Freedom to explore it.

“Guys!” Lottie suddenly shouts from the water. She pointed off into the distance, a small patch of light on the hillside. “Look!”

The girls all erupt in shouts and whispers, asking what it is, claiming in looks like a reflection.

“There’s something on the hill!” someone finally shouts, a culmination of all these little pieces, and the girls all spring into action, jumping up from sitting and out of the water, grabbing their clothes and backpacks and getting ready to hike.

“Another hike,” you remark to Nat, slipping on your shirt.

“Mhm.”

—-

With the promise of something up here, whether it just be a piece of glass, or a speck of civilization, whatever it is- it makes the journey much easier. The uphill climb doesn’t make your legs ache.

Finally, you reach a plateau, a cliff, and suddenly- standing before you is a cabin.

It’s wooden, covered in green plants and the windows are thick with dust, but still- it is manmade. It is evidence that once, someone was here. And maybe they still are.

You all run up to the cabin, the girls banging on the windows and doors, shouting, asking to see if someone’s home.

You put your palm to one of the wooden support beams on the porch, hissing as you narrowly miss a crooked, protruding nail.

Finally, Jackie and Shauna manage to open the rusted door, revealing a sharp smell, dust, creaky floorboards, and cobwebs.

“Maybe they went out for a hike?” one of the girls asks, but you all can see the dust, see the way that this place is so eerily still. It empty, in a way that something that has been untouched for years is. It is still. There isn’t even wind to rustle the unmade cot in the corner.

“Yeah, like a decade ago,” Jackie scoffs.

You are all tired and sick, and thinking of your beds at home, of warmth and of familiarity.

You have changed so much in these past few days, physically and mentally, there must be something in the woods, in the water of the lake- the very essence of the wilderness.

You bring your sleeve up to your palm, wiping the dust across the window, a stray spiderweb with it. You can see the forest more clearly now, sprawling green, a stack of wood left by whoever once lived here.

“It reeks in here,” Jackie says.

You turn back around, eyeing the deer skull mounted above the fire place- antlers like a huge crown around its small head.

“Jesus,” you hear Nat say, and when you turn- there’s a metal plate left on the table, bones left in it, and a sharp knife leaning against the rim.

There’s more things, an old open can of something, a half-melted candle, but what intrigues you most is the knife. You already have the axe from the plane- there might be another one here, judging by the chopped wood, and now this knife.

“You guys, check the pantry, see if there’s any food,” Taissa instructs.

You walk forward and let your fingertips graze the knife handle, wonder who the last person to touch this knife, this entire place, was.

“Everyone else, look around for stuff we can use. First aid, flashlight, tools.” Taissa shouts.

You think about grabbing the knife, but before you can, Taissa and Jackie are fighting again. You look up, and Jackie has a rusted can in her hands.

She opens it, and Tai looks up from her search at the sound.

“What the hell? Jackie, that’s not your personal buffet.”

Jackie gasps, and suddenly the can is falling to the floor, landing on its side, and a bright green sludge seeps out of it. You’re reminded of something from a cartoon.

“Gross,” one of the girls mutters, while the rest groan and try to get away.

“See, this is why we should have stayed in the plane!” Jackie yells.

Taissa scoffs.

“Yeah, well, we didn’t.” Jackie turns to Van. “So this is helping how, exactly?”

Jackie shakes her hand and storms out of the cabin.

With the commotion died down, and your legs aching, now that the adrenaline of this new place and safety is gone, you let your backpack slide to the floor, pulling out the chair in front of the abandoned dinner plate.

Everyone goes back to searching.

Natalie pulls out the chair at the other side of the table, reaching across to tenderly hold the knife in her hands.

“You’re gonna cut yourself and die of like, tetanus, or something, you know?”

She smiles up at you.

“My guess is rabies, actually.”

“Well, hello!” Van shouts, slapping a pile of magazines onto the table. “Don’t worry, guys. We might be stuck in the middle of nowhere, but, hey, at least there’s porn.”

She holds up a magazine with a tan blonde woman on the cover, her outfit leather, a cigarette hanging out of her lips.

“Holy shit,” Mari laughs, and you can’t help but grab one from the pile, titled “Big Bodacious”, and flip through a few pages.

You let out a small laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. Porn in an abandoned cabin.

“Hey, this guy kinda looks like you, Flex,” Mari smiles, holding an open magazine out to Travis.

“If only any of you actually looked like her,” he says.

“Oh, yeah. Very funny,” Van says.

“Do guys, like, actually jerk off to this stuff?” Mari asks.

“Nah, we-we hate that shit. Y-you can’t even tell what her favorite book is.”

“Hm. Ha-ha,” Van says, before flipping him off as he walks away, his head down.

—-

Since this cabin is the only form of civilization you’ve found, and you’re all hungry for normalcy, it seems the most natural place to settle down. Not only is it a place to point to, a place to go back to, but it’s four walls and a roof.

A house. A cabin.

The girls slowly start returning from the lake, bringing the bags they didn’t carry, ready for night to fall and a small dinner of the last plane rations.

You lean against that same wooden post, this time careful of the nail, trying to see the lake out past the trees. If you squint, it’s just barely there.

The old wooden floor creaks behind you.

You don’t know why you and Natalie keep gravitating towards each other. But it’s nice to not be alone in a place like this, surrounded by people.

“What’d you think? Of the cabin, I mean,” she says, coming around you to lean on the other side of the beam.

“Smells,” you say, crinkling your nose.

“Hey, at least we’re not stranded in a landfill, or something- some fucking radioactive island, you know?” you laugh.

You think back to the lake, how this is the first time you’ve felt like this- just so free.

“At least this place is nice to look at, you know?” you look around the beam, but she’s staring out at the forest.

“Yeah,” you agree, but can’t find it in yourself to look away from her.

Something falls to the ground.

Natalie shoots you a surprised look, and you slowly make your way to the front of the porch, before a sharp shout rings out.

“Fuck!” the voice shouts, so sharply you stop for a moment. Natalie stops right behind you, her front pressing against your back, while Coach keeps screaming, hitting the ground.

It takes you a moment to realize that he’s not hitting the ground. He’s hitting his amputated leg.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” he shouts. “Why? Goddamn it, fuck you, fuck you!” he looks around the crowd of girls that have surrounded him, watching with blank faces.

Coach had been on the end of a rope for days. Hanging off a cliff by his fingernails, and he had finally slipped. You all had seen it coming- this breakdown was no suprise.

“What the fuck do you want?!”

Silence.

Misty crouches down. “It’s alright,” she says, reaching out towards him, and even thought Misty is the reason he’s alive to be miserable, to scream and cry like this, he rounds on her and slaps her across the face.

“Get the fuck away from me, Misty!”

You gasp, taking a frightened step back. Natalie places her hand on the back of your arm to steady you.

Ever since the lake, it’s all changed.

Blood pools at Misty’s lips. and you can’t help but reach up to your own face, touching the bandaged gash.

Determination wrenches it’s way onto her face.

She crawls forward again, sitting at the edge of the porch, dragging him up so he can lean against her.

“Shh,” she whispers while he heaves and pants. “C’mere, it’s alright, c’mere,”

“I can’t just be like this now,” he cries, the blood on Misty’s face forgotten, as he collapses into her, let’s her place her hand against his head, holding him. “Why couldn’t I have just died?”

“Because we needed you.” Her bottom lips curls up, like she’s imagining some fate worse than this.

She closes her eyes while her voice takes on this wistful quality, like she’s living a life behind her eyes, one she can never live.

“And I’m here for you, Ben. I’m here for you.”

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[nihils-trolls]

Whispered Hints and a Shadowy Endeavor

Zephyr ?????? | Unnamed City #2 | Present Night

Rain falls over the region, a seasonal anomaly. Normally it's snowy around this part- but unusual warmth seems to be staving off the deeper parts of the freeze. On nights like this, Zephyr would stay hive and see if any inspiration for a new piece hits. But this time, they feel restless- deciding to go to one of their usual spots.

She hides in plain sight, sitting in the back of a slightly run-down dive. The food is merely okay, but the drinks make up for it. And sometimes, there’s even decent listening material. This place, they know to be frequented by information-brokers. Mercenaries looking for a job, and various folk looking for someone else to do said dirty work. Otherwise, a relatively judgement-free zone so long as you’re not a highblood. Altercations happen often, but are short-lived once the troll behind the bar pipes up.

“Get it through your thick skull,” Zephyr jabs, “I’m not interested. Fuck off.” She attempts to return to her drink. The heavy- clearly drunk- flirt perched across from her scoffs, moving to find better company. Their presence is quickly replaced by that of another, dressed in an outfit that’s trying way too hard to be inconspicuous. They have a hood pulled over their head, shading their face from the already dim lighting.

Looking in their direction, Zephyr tilts her head. “You definitely heard me with the last guy. I’m not interested. Not in anything you have to offer.” She sounds wholly unamused with the recent attention she’s been getting.

“I didn’t even say anything yet-” The new troll settles into the seat, folding their arms in front of them.

“Don’t need to.” she interrupts. 

There’s a moment of unsteady silence between the two of them. However, the visitor remains unswayed and speaks up again. “I’ve been looking for you, alright? Can you humor me just this once?”

In the middle of a sip, Zephyr’s eyebrow quirks up. “Depends. I need to know who’s trying to talk to me. And why.”

Hesitant, the troll sits up and moves their hood back some. Not removed all the way, but enough to reveal their face. A look of recognition, then a smile creeps into Zephyr’s expression. 

“Well well,” she says mockingly. “I didn’t know I was going to be in such esteemed company this evening. Barely even recognized you, miss Lionys. Should I let the gal behind the bar know she should pull out her best stock?”

The troll pulls her hood over once again, watching as someone passes by into the back of the place. Then, turns her attention back to Zephyr. “I prefer that you didn’t. Doubt anyone would be thrilled to see me here.”

Vianya Lionys, also known as Her Reigning Intensity, The Imposing- holder of the governing seat that oversees Kinefort Heights and the surrounding region. And a tyrian, no less. She knows full well that no one wants her here, just on account of her caste let alone everything else.

Zephyr hums, taking advantage of the situation to speak freely. “Trolls here already aren’t thrilled that you’re here. I mean, look at you.” They gesture vaguely at her outfit. “You stick out like a sore thumb, trying that hard. May as well have painted a target on your back.”

The fuchsia folds in on herself a little, Zephyr being unsure if she’s embarrassed or just trying to make herself smaller. Either way, it amuses them.

They continue. “So. What brings you to such a lovely part of town, to see me of all trolls? ‘S not like I’m anyone important.”

Vianya relaxes some, relieved to be heard out. But the last part of that statement catches her intrigue. “I know full well who you are. And it’s your skill set I need for this sort of thing.” She plays with the sleeve of her hoodie for a moment, hesitating. “Reticent.”

Zephyr's smug smile flips into a pout. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?”

“I know of your record before you disappeared,” Vianya says. “And I know you and I have a similar… interest.” She shuffles in her seat, glancing over at the bartop briefly.

“Uh huh, sure.” Zephyr huffs. “And what might that be? I don’t know what all I’d have in common with someone of your… stature.”

Sitting up more, Vianya goes on. “A distaste for one certain jade. You get a little revenge, I get a thorn taken out of my side. We both walk away happier.”

“Mhmm. Right, except for one thing, miss.” Zephyr crosses their arms now, having just downed the last of her drink. “I don’t do that anymore. I’m making myself a good thing here, and you come in, daring to ruin it with all that talk. You’re someone important, can’t you just make her go away yourself?”

A sigh escapes Via as she presses a hand to her forehead. “I wouldn’t be here if I could. It’s complicated-”

“-I’m sure you can explain it. I’m not stupid.” Zephyr doesn’t budge from her point as Vianya stares at her, a bit annoyed. But, she’s not in much position to argue.

“... She’s my assigned advisor. My one check left by the empire, to make sure I’m not doing anything that conflicts too much with their ideology. Do you know how bad it would look, for me to just get rid of her? Especially with her own position?

I’d be removed from my seat, have my stipend, title and earnings stripped. And that’s if they were feeling nice.” Vianya sounds slightly bitter, but honestly, more annoyed at her predicament. Clearly, her caste and status doesn’t get her everything.

“Gee,” Zephyr starts, with a sound of disbelief. “Sounds rough, princess. And what do you want me to do about it?”

The fuchsia pauses, unsure of what to offer. Sure, she could offer money. Protection. Maybe something or someone of interest. She didn’t think she’d get this far.

She knows she’s going to regret saying this. “Make sure she won’t be coming back, and you can name your price.”

The goldblood sits there silent. They seem to be pondering something, almost as if actually thinking about the offer on the table. Finally, a smile forms on their face and they speak again.

“Alright. Let me buy you a drink and say… we can get down to negotiations?”

[ducknotinarow]

What's the point of this post? Raph and his mental heath uwu have fun! :D

Raphael across the franchise is often shown to have anextiy and I argue many also do have depression as well. Having a lot todo with why he carries himself the way he doss why he buckles under pressure. Why he is so quick to get angry and most importantly way many of the takes seem to have these low energy moments time to time. Ill get more in depth for each of my red boys. under read more cause it'll be a tad long

so 87 raph show and bits taken from the merag comics

03/07 raph the 03 show and 07 movie and any comics that tie into these I also take stuff from the dark horse comics as well for this raph. And a bit of the IDW ones 12 show/comics/some shorts I also take a bit of the idw comics for this raph more so cause they sort of share some common things rise is mostly the show and any stuff i’ve seen from crew and what not.

Over all though you do see Raphael display traits as just part of who he is. This is more for Raph over all under the cut well dive a bit deeper. No I get most this from shows and comics.

- Raph is one of the night owls out of the family (funny considering their life style) he has trouble sleeping mostly why he sneaks out so often to go to the surface once they have that freedom. - Raph displays anxiety symptom in many adaptions especially 2012 and rise

- Feeling numb or isolated, Raph himself even calls himself a lone wolf despite the family dynamic. And often sets himself off on his own.

- Chronic feeling of unhappiness usually cover by the whole always being mad one.

- Feelings of hopelessness or emptiness

-Mood swings raph can be fine one second then losing it the next

1987 Raphael

What this happy Jellybean? yes uwu

I would say he has just general Anxiety from watching a bit here and there lately. When things get a bit too stressful or something causes worry Raph kind of is often more vocal about it all. Even down to like Mikey getting hurt he was the most panicked. High stress situations tend to bring it out with him snapping as well. For 87 though I feel he has more recurrent depression. He just gets a few episodes of major depression. Its something that is a bit reoccurring for Raphael. And sure can be notable he’s far more aggressive and becomes a tad closed off. Seeing how 87 is a bit more open with even physical touching this should be noticeable. he is also a bit more prone to breaking down. Raph isn’t a stranger to crying but when hes dealing with a depression episode? he a tad more likely to lash out and get worked up. Hes not really aware he has depression. Often just says he’s in a mood sometimes they are short and sometimes long and he will be upfront about it. “hmm sorry just in a mood I haven’t slept maybe i’m tried guys.” kind of logic to his who deal. Considering the time mental health wasn’t talked as much so I can see others taking it at face vaule outside his brothers and close friends i wager cause they tend to be a bit more keyed into Raph’s emotional state. He deff seeks to fight more as well so spends a good more time with Casey cause he needs to vent it out. So Casey growing over protective of him? yeah hits him during those episodes.

2003 Raphael

Oh the one who started this headcannon of mine so long ago uwu

This boy has clear anxiety personal I feel all the turtles have forms of PTSD cause they go through shit. Which is what I say Raph has, it gets worse when he and his brothers are in some pretty bad spots. He tends to fine when Leo’s around however I know its slightly stated as a joke but the fact Raph didn’t snap back or hit Mikey says a lot. In Samurai tourist Mikey goes on about all Leo dose for the family and how him being Leo allows them all freedom. Like Raph not having to worry about thinking because Leo thinks for him. Despite himself he relies on Leo to make the hard choices even if he sometimes dissagress with them when he dosen’t though? Raph is a great at what hes asked todo steal them a ride, sneak into places. When Raph is left to think himself? he tends to make poor choices and his anxiety gets the better of him I say city at war shows they since he and Leo are on different sides nearly the whole time. Often this is why he is free to be reckless.

Depression oh this boy has Bipolar Disorder. Its the main reason for his reckless behvior. His mood swings, elevated mood, Anger*, guilt, hopelessness restlessness, self harm, dis organized behavior, excess desire for sex impulsivity and so on and so forth I could go on for Raph with this in truth.

A lot of why he is is because he is dealing with this it’s why when he gose to far into anger it’s like he is a different person in his blind rage. When Raph turly snaps he losses sense of himself. And needs to be grounded back again. Unlike 87 Raph though he dose learn he has depression but he don’t learn that for a good while. He just often is left to think something is wrong with him, and he dosen’t know what it is. He feels what ever it is will hurt those he loves and that how we get into

-2007 im obessed with this movie u-u

Since I write 2007 as a continuation of 03. So In the Raphael prequel comic we see how he got the Nightwatch name and such he took over the mantel from the previous Nightwatcher (I wont spoil this in case people wanna read that comic or whatever this video dose a good job covering it however) This takes place just before Leo leaves however. But they are told he will be so Raph already sulking during this. But this meeting with the previous Nightwatcher happens at the right time for Raphael in a way. Now as I mentioned before Leo is someone Raph look towards for guidance. Despite how they are and how he will fight Leo he respects his brother and will often listen to him and value what he says and thinks. So when leo was sent away? Raphael felt lost. But then he had this as something to latch on to. As the Nightwatcher he could still do good. However his depression got worse Once Leo left thier home slowly became undone, it was a slow change over time and Raph started to feel like it was him who did it. “Home been awful here is awful. Is it me?” He feels this thing that is wrong with him is doing it and wherever he gose it gets worse. He was fine at the start but as leo sort of distance during his trip Raph took it personal like Leo was happier away from them. When he is at home he feels he’s bring eveyone else down Don seems to find a girl who make him happy, Mikey seems to love his job and keeps busy. Splinter seems content. All Raph is doing is bring them all down with him. Slowly he become distinct himself the only thing that he seems to be doing right? is being the nigthwatcher cause all he is doing to everyone else is hurting them. Im sure he lashed out to all his loved one before he fully pushed all away. Small thing being a bit more testy and such and since he isn’t aware of his bi polar disorder just yet? He feels something is just wrong with him u-u One night wehn hes playing Nightwatcher he sees an accident at the docks. And it what kind of made him see his awful solution. He was just going to drag them all down with him Leo was safe and free good for him. But everyone else? Idk when or how he dose get confirmation on his depression likely when he starts trying to patch things up with everyone he dosen’t expect any of them to forgive him. But knowing in part why he got so bad? it helps.And I say after the event sof the movie since by then everyone is sort of recovering from everything is when Raph finally tells people about it not to excuse his behavior no he tells them because he wants them to know hes gonna get better. Its a miracle to him that Donnie forgives him and that hell him and casey even mange to get back together ;3;

2012 Raphael

THIS BOY’S ANEXITY IS BASICALLY CANON IN THIS SHOW! Once more Im saying PTSD hes got some clear truama and truama bait and fuel uwu Raph Dose have an extream fear of bugs which dose count as a type of anxiety primarily though I would say 2012 Raph deals with Panic Disorder, he’s been shown to have panic attack before and they can get so bad he even hallucinates. I feel Raphael in 2012 dose also have Bipolar Disorder much like his 2003 counter part dose. Because he dose match many similar story beats when it comes to his anger issues.And he dose share similar symptoms the recklessness, impulsive, mood swings. His own anger often been seen worse by the team though Leo even pointing out they can’t trust him till he gets his anger under control. And he truly uses his anger as a defense and shield often needs to be snapped out of it because he too can go into blind rage when hes upset enough. He is far more emotionally connected compared to the 03 Raphael being referred to as being sensitive often even it’s because of those mood swings of his. He often has a lot of days where he feels low, he just dosen’t have energy to do anything. He tends to lounge around a lot on those days, he dosen’t mind being around others when he is but it’s kind of easy to notice because he won’t even get mad when having those episodes. Often its why he can be found brooding in the pool of water in the lair. He dosen’t mean to go ‘dark’ as in not as commutative but it happens. He even dose it to his family hell go to trianing but soon as its over hes just back in the water. No he dose know he has these issues, he might not know the exact depression and anxiety but he knows he has these issues. Thing is Raph is very in the mind set of “it’s all in my head, so it’s nothing to worry about.” in other words if I ignore it it never happened uwu. In other words he mentions it but down plays it as being no big deal. Im sure he’s done so with Casey on the days hes down and just wants to like lie around instead of get into trouble. If casey asks hell just says he just not up for it. He not avoiding it persay more feels it not  abig deal and so it shouldn’t be a big deal. His family are likely more aware he has it so he just assume they will know what up so he dosen’t always voice it to them. Dose being a tad clingy to them. Hang around Leo suddenly, may talk to Donnie about whatever they are working on, chills out with mikey willing letting them paint his nails/shell he just wants company more and tend to be needy for attetion those days.

Rise

Now again his anxiety is very clearly shown he has separation anxiety for one. Raph didn’t have enough support or guidance growing up he had to grow up fast for his brothers so they kind of had it but he didn’t. THis has left him to feel insecure and even fearful usualy about if he is doing the right thing for his brothers and by them. HE has a more parental air around him when it comes to them. Hes hard on Leo cause he knows they are holding back and just cruising by. He coddles Donnie a bit because he knows they are bit more sensitive then he lets on and sort of babies Mikey cause he is the youngest and isn’t ready for them to grow up. Its why he freaks out when he is suddenly apart from them. It different when hes aware of it but when he suddenly finds himself lost? he panics. Depression can be hereditary and Splinter clearly has it himself. I feel Raph in rise however more has Atypical Depression, it can increase ones appetite and Raph eats like anything and everything at times. And adds to weight gain (been mentioned at times hes gained weight) He tends to sleep more but keeping to his schedule helps. He also is aware he has depression once more he might not know the type may down play it compared to his fathers own even. He likely told Yvoone he dose get depressed sometimes when she first is around to see that side of him.

[slenderman-apologist]

Bigshot

Why would you be surprised i'm writng another story about Slenderman again.

Tw: gore (not heavy), murder, possession, substance use (alcohol specifically mentioned), slender is being silly again.

it's 1633 words

It was a chill-yet-still night in the forest, not a sound disturbing the peace nature brings, birds chirping, crickets buzzing, all the usual yet beloved parts of his home he loved oh-so much. Except for one thing. 

He couldn’t help but be able to hear mocking laughter and loud talking from afar. The village never seems to run out of drunken teens who think they are above the rules, does it? 

No need to waste his time thinking about it, he will have to get rid of them anyway.

“Come on Brandon! You’re literally a jock, you should have no problem with a little hiking!?” Bethany mocked him with an annoying voice; the girl had always been hard to deal with, especially when tipsy. 

“Oh fuck off Beth, it’s literally midnight, I can’t see shit around here!” Brandon snapped back at the girl, but she seemed to care not about bothering the boy anymore. 

“Should have brought a flashlight man, better luck next time.” Said Katie, leading the group at the front with a flashlight in her hand. 

“Just chill out, we are almost there.”  She  mumbled while stopping at a small pit surrounded by stones and three logs; clearly an abandoned campfire spot. 

They all agreed to set the tent there, seeing as there was no reason to keep hiking around in the dark. Once the grueling process of setting up a tent for four people was over, like the smart pyromaniacs they were, they set a few random sticks and small logs on fire, not bothering to try out the old timey girl scout techniques. 

And now that they were all settled in, it was time for the cliche activities unsupervised teens would do when camping, aka make ridiculously burnt smores, drink the cheapest cider they could lie about their age to buy, share some cigarettes, tell the scary stories and gossip circulating around town, and play truth or dare, or perhaps spin the bottle. Depends on how drunk they were.

Jared started the game by diving right in, even if Brandon chose Truth.

“Sooo Brandon,,,, you got any bitches yet? Are you still married to football?” 

“I still am, yes, devoted as hell to the victory, man.” He answered spitefully, knowing very well this question was solely to embarrass him.

“Don’t sweat it dude, being single is cool too!” Exclaimed Kate as she tried to comfort him after that low blow start. 

“Fine Jared, your turn then. Truth or dare?” Brandon asked, ready for revenge.

“Dare.” He said, with a grin.  Jared was known to be no quitter by any means, he was happy to take on any kind of challenge thrown his way. 

“Brave… I dare you to,,” he pauses for a moment to think of something of equal caliber to what he got, “take off your shirt, climb that tree and tell us what you see, ok?” 

Jared stared in disbelief, drank the last bits of his cider and went ahead. 

Since Jared was also quite fit, it took no time for him to climb the tree. 

“Allright loverboy, what do you see?” Brandon asked once they saw Jared settle on the top. 

“Okay,, uh I see some lights far back in the town, lemme see what’s deeper into the woo-” He was cut off mid sentence.

The others on the ground were unaware, but Jared stopped talking because he was met with a sight not many live to tell. 

He couldn’t move, words had left him, but Jared was a brave boy. He got over his fear in a matter of seconds and moved to scream for his friends’ attention. 

Unfortunately, scared people are not as attentive, so they don't notice when someone pulls their leg until it is too late, and they fall easily. 

 Jared fell from the tree, his body twisting and tangling as he reached for some purchase, before his back hit the ground with a splitting 

Crack .

He didn't move. He laid motionless, only the shallow movement of his chest indicating he was still alive.

His lover, Beth,  came to his rescue immediately. “Jared, honey what the fuck, are you okay???” 

He could only mumble a few words of warning in his hardly conscious state and signaled with his eyes towards the cause of the “accident”.

Everyone was horrified. They definitely expected a situation similar to this, since everybody brought their signature weapons (a bat with nails in it for Katie, a decorated pocket knife for Bethy, a machete for Brandon, and a crowbar for Jared.. Not like he will be using it though.)

All they did was stare until it stepped out of the coverage made by the branches and leaves; the moment he moved everyone but Brandon rushed to grab their weapons if they didn’t have them in arms reach already. 

It took another step forward and tendrils emerged from its back. This is when everyone came to the realization they had absolutely no chance of fighting this monster; fleeing was the best option. 

 They took a step back in sync, then another; and they booked it. 

As they ran and left everything behind, including Jared,  they heard a weak scream.. Must have been him.. Due to his fall, he couldn’t get up and run with the team. Brandon took a moment to silently thank his friend for the sacrifice he made for his team, thinking with the time bought they could get away. But they ran straight into a dead end as if the forest was against them. 

The team of (now) 3 formed a circle for their best chance of survival. A moment later the creature appeared in front of them again, now ready to attack and show no mercy. 

Kate was a creative and quick thinking girl, though, and she had an idea.

“Truth or dare?” She shouted at him. It tilted his head in confusion. Was she seriously trying to play a game with him instead of begging for mercy?

“You heard me, truth or dare?” She repeated, while signaling to her friends it was time to slowly back away and run when possible. It stayed silent for a mere second.

“Truth.” It said, out of sheer curiosity. How surprising. Kate didn’t think this distraction was going to work at all. Cockiness and the substances took over her. 

“Ya ever had a girlfriend, sir?” She asked, a grin painting her face. 

How unoriginal. It’s one of the first things he thought Katie was going to ask. 

“Yes, I've had several partners over the years. I hoped you’d ask something better with your only question. You disappoint me, girl.”

Kate only snickered and took a step back to be closer to her friends who no longer felt too threatened. 

“Now it is your turn;  truth or dare?” It asked, as the muscles on its face formed a horrifying imitation of a smile.

“Dare.” She replied with a challenging voice to her friends’ horror. 

Amusing, she really lets cockiness and pride make her biggest mistake for her. But who is he to question? 

It held its disproportionate hand out towards her, and simply said; “Come closer then.” Kate’s stomach dropped. She was not going to let fear humiliate her. 

Something in her head is clearly loose; is it really worth it to value ego over life?

Kate grimaced and swiftly walked towards the creature, stopping only a few steps away from its “hand”. 

It asks mockingly;

“Tell me, Kate. You seem to be the leader of this little group, aren’t you?”

She raises an eyebrow, then with a tone of annoyance she replies.

“We have no leader, sir.” 

“So what are you then? The show off? The big shot of your little parade?”

“Positive. I am the biggest shot you have ever had the misfortune to encounter, sir.” She smugly says without hesitation.

She turned to walk back toward her friends, assuming she had completed her dare. But as if it happened in the blink of an eye, the hand wrapped around her skull; her body went completely numb, and Kate fell unconscious with only the hand holding her up by the head from collapsing onto the ground.

This seemed to be more than enough to make sure Kate’s friends ran around the dead end, and started running again without considering ever stopping again until they were safe. 

Much to their fright, both the monster and now possessed Kate are faster than them. Brandon put up the fight of his life (literally) and yet still lost to the mindless puppet of Kate embarrassingly quickly. Bethany watched in horror as her best friend in the world mercilessly distorted the skull and ribcage of her other good friend. 

After Kate made Brandon look practically unrecognizable, she slowly turned and moved towards Beth. She still foolishly saw her friend in Katie’s eyes and called out to her. 

“Kate, girl, snap out of that shit, what are you doing?! Please stop, let’s ditch this and go home!” The plea went unheard.

Kate stopped in her tracks; she seemed to act as if she considered the offer  for a moment. Possession, especially by an entity with this kind of power; is stronger than lowly human emotions. 

She swung. Then again, and again. No matter the knife she had,  Beth’s lifeless body with the skull shattered like an egg, brains scrambled to jelly inside, ruined by the nails in the bat cradled to the ground just like everyone else’s. 

“Kate” has decided to leave the scene and  move her shell of a body someplace calmer. Once she wandered to a clearing, the weapon slid out of her hand and soon she collapsed next to it as well. 

But at least, unlike her friends, she will be waking up tomorrow with the worst hangover ever, as well as some nasty bruises and wounds accompanied with a horrible migraine, extreme distress, and confusion.

[existentialmagazine]

Review: The alt-pop singer-songwriter Anna-Sophie’s newest single ‘Breathe’ is both hazy and dominant all at once, capturing the thunderous twists of love

The Austrian singer-songwriter Anna-Sophie has been releasing her own music since 2020, wielding skills as not just an incredibly talented writer, but also a multi-instrumentalist and a pro on the piano and guitar. With her potential spotted from a mass of avenues over the years, it’s a surprise that this talented up-comer is still a name not known by all, garnering much attention to her biggest hits ‘Cambodia’ and ‘Attack Without Warning.’ Now sharing her newest offering ‘Breathe’, Anna-Sophie continues her bombastic musical journey and sure isn’t slowing down anytime soon.

The alternative-pop and rock-pop bedding of ‘Breathe’ is immediately infectious from pressing play, set off with loose guitar plucks and whirring synth for an atmospheric setting of the scene. Soon a quickly pattering beat brings the momentum through the first verse, tumbling headfirst alongside vibrant electric guitar plucks and Anna-Sophie’s light and airy vocal performance that yearns for you to sing along right away. A pre-chorus fades out for a momentary intimacy, just fizzling into synth sparkles and guitar plucks while Anna-Sophie continues her deeply personal lyrical narrative, truly allowing you to focus on her words while the song ebbs and flows around it. Slamming into a high-energy chorus with a distinct vocal hook that’s powerfully delivered at full force, the instrumentals all come crashing around it, complemented by thunderous drum beats and more vigorous electric guitar strums for a moment that’s deeply rock-heavy amidst the dreaminess of the rest of the release. All in all, this genre-blending concoction of sounds and instrumentals feels so emotionally infused, taking both the haziness of pop and the grittiness of rock for an experience you’ll not just get looped in your head but also feel the meaningful depth of all at once.

Lyrically tackling both the excitement and the fears that come with a newfound lover, ‘Breathe’ envelopes both the magic and burning passions of first falling headfirst as well as the aftermath of opening yourself up to be left vulnerable. As Anna-Sophie opens questioning ‘Why should I lose myself to find someone else?’, it almost feels that this new love is unhealthy right from its beginnings, losing a sense of her own identity in the fall and catering to another rather than her own needs. Though tinted in romance and thrills, she continues ‘Didn't know what I would find that night, feels like falling apart’, seemingly terrified of her growing emotions and the impact they have or perhaps it’s a look back in regret after the crumbling of what they built. The chorus hook is the most overwhelmed if not suffocated through it all though, as Anna-Sophie sings ‘How am I supposed to breathe, when your love leaves me six feet under’, clearly instead of feeling at peace and secure in their partnership, she’s weighed down by what they share. Continually journeying through a lyrical development of pathetic fallacy, lyrics like ‘I can't see your face through the pouring rain’ and ‘you leave me screaming in the thunder’ indicate the state of their love, seeing Anna-Sophie enveloped within a destructive storm as opposed to the sunny warmth a romance should bring out. Whether she’s simply afraid to fall deeper, or this person just isn’t the one, ‘Breathe’ is a deeply introspective look at falling in love and looking within to make sure your needs are truly met.

Anna-Sophie adds “We all know the state when you catch feelings for someone. The butterflies, the excitement, the craving for this person. And suddenly… you fall in love, you fall harder than you ever have before. Sounds magical, right? But maybe, you fall too hard. And sometimes it gets really scary. Sometimes you want to stop yourself from falling, but then this person is too exciting and you just dive right in.”

Check out ‘Breathe’ here to appreciate Anna-Sophie’s mix of an easy-going sound with dominant peaks, as well as a message you can ache along and relate to.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: Unknown

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[oceanatydes]

ok but why I want to write a fic where it's during the breakup btw raleigh n mc

(smth dramatic happens right before that’s staged but feels a little too real to mc) n they’re arguing very publicly cuz of publicity purposes n Fiona told them to and raleigh is like “you didn’t seriously think we were going to last, did you? this was just a fling. you’re just going to move on like everyone else and forget about me.” but then mc’s eyes start watering and something along the lines of “you matter to me raleigh! why is that so hard for you to comprehend?” and raleigh is kind of surprised bc the way mc says it sounds so… real and raleigh is just kind of left there speechless and mc runs away cuz she’s abt to cry and OH IM EMO

[murdockparker]

Four Words

Matthew Murdock x Reader

Summary: College was rough, if only there were a way to blow off steam while also totally not catching feelings, right? 

Prompt: 184.“I don’t want to be friends.” 199.“We agreed this was just physical!”

Word Count: 5.4k

Warnings: FWB trope, swearing, alcohol use, suggestive content! Matt is an idiot thank you for coming to my TED talk

A/N: This took me wayyy too long to write and I’m sad about that, but I’m glad it’s done! so... enjoy? 

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College was rough, that in itself is a fact. If college was rough, college on an Ivy League campus was a rocky road leading straight to hell. The school was filled with those who were admitted on daddy’s money or their social status. Those students usually floundered in the water by second semester—but for the many who actually earned their keep, it’s not an opportunity to take lightly. So, like many before her, (Y/N) needed an outlet to relieve the stress of her valiant efforts—but not muddle her oh-so precious free time. She only had a few minutes a day where she wasn’t stressing about her next exam or the bullshit assignments of the week, so she tried spending those minutes on doing the things she enjoyed. She didn’t need anything to tie her down, get rid of the little bit of freedom she had.

In came Matthew Murdock. 

Fellow law student, entirely handsome and completely, utterly in the same boat. So it seemed, anyway. They had hit it off fine in class, finding an academic equal in one another rather quickly. It wasn’t a secret that (Y/N) had found the man attractive. No, she had been so bold to tell him that to his face within the day of their first meeting. Matthew, of course, joked that he wish he could say the same. The tension was there, growing with each interaction and flirty comment, but the pair felt the weight of the world on their shoulders and didn’t feel the need to dive deeper into possibly exploring where that specific tension could lead. They simply just didn’t have the time.

Until the night where they had the hour. The one singular hour where the two could reassess and examine their feelings. Surface level, no strings attached. A simple way to burn off steam, a fun way to burn off steam, entirely with someone they trusted and respected. 

Only for the hour. It was only to be the hour. 

An hour.  

“I want to make it clear,” (Y/N) spoke between panted breaths, “I’m not a whore.”

Matt kissed her back feverishly. “Didn’t say,” he kissed her again, “you were.”

“Didn’t need to,” (Y/N) pushed her hair out of her face, “Your thoughts are loud, Murdock.”

“If anyone’s a whore, it’s me,” he laughed. 

She kissed him again. “You do kiss like a whore.”

“I’m not hearing any complaints.”

“I have none,” (Y/N) said honestly. “We’ll see how it holds up in bed, though.”

“In bed?” Matt motioned beneath the two. “Is my futon not good enough for you?”

“I’m not going to fuck you on a futon, Murdock,” (Y/N) peppered kisses along his jaw, stopping to suck lightly. “Besides, I thought this was your roommate’s?”

“What Foggy doesn’t know,” Matt moaned as she found the spot right under his ear, “won’t kill him.” 

“I find that hard to believe.”

Friends with benefits was such a loose term to the two, so they left the details unspoken. It started out as a casual thing, meeting up and fucking the brains out of each other after a stressful week, studying shortly after. That was the easy part. It’s easy to rip the clothes off a friend’s back, what wasn’t easy were the many minutes after the fact. That’s what initially turned (Y/N) off from the whole arrangement at first thought. She didn’t need to worry what Matt thought of her physically, his hands over her body constantly was enough confirmation of approval. Her looks obviously didn’t really matter to him, so that eased her mind just enough to get by. The emotional intimacy is what truly frightened her. 

Like the arrangement, the aftercare was casual, praise was given before moving onto the chat about their next assignment or exam. It quickly fell to a deeper level, however. The ten minutes grew to twenty, suddenly forty five, finally reaching upwards of an hour just laying with the other in bed—talking about nothing and everything all the same. She was convinced it was because Matt was just that easy to talk to or perhaps she was simply too tired to get up. It was easier to write it off, easier than to think too hard about it all.

So she didn’t.

“Y’know, we could go out and be social tonight,” (Y/N) said, wrapping herself deeper in Matt’s sheets. “Foggy invited us out to his cousin’s party in Jersey.”

“I thought we were going to study?” He teased.

“You and I both know that idea flew out the window the moment you ripped my skirt off,” (Y/N) poked his chest. The two were laying terribly close to one another, not exactly having the most amount of room on a twin bed. The fit was comfortable though, it always was, only a foot hanging off the side. “I didn’t think you were actually going to rip it off me, Murdock.”

“The zipper was obviously busted anyway,” Matt waved nonchalantly. “I’ll buy you a new one.” 

“You’re saying that as if I wasn’t going to make you do that anyway?”

“I figured I’d offer it,” Matt said, sitting up. (Y/N) sighed at the sudden removal of the warmth, eyeing his bare chest up and down. “But Jersey? No. Not happening.”

“Come on, Matt! It’ll be fun! You know Foggy’s gonna get hammered and probably spew some funny shit,” (Y/N) watched Matt pry himself out of the bed, ass bare for the world to see—he had a pretty perfect ass—and started picking up the clothes strewn about the dorm. “At the very least, you could try to let loose.” 

“I can think of something even better than that,” Matt said devilishly, a grin spreading across his face. (Y/N) could have sworn she felt her heart stop at the sight. What she could feel was the panties unceremoniously being thrown at her face. “Finishing our criminal law presentation.”

“Ouch.”

“You did come over to study,” Matt shrugged. “We have to present on Monday.”

“I’m well aware of when we have to present,” (Y/N) said as she wriggled herself into her panties, refusing to get out of the warm bed. Matt’s sheets were nice, she’d have to get a set like them. “I just thought that maybe—”  

“Maybe what?” Matt had finished getting dressed, sans glasses. His voice was firm, a tone she rarely heard before. “We have to finish this, (Y/N).”

“Jesus, what’s your rush? We have all weekend—”

“I’m not free this weekend, I’m only free tonight, that’s why you came over tonight,” Matt continued, “I don’t want to spend it at some gross party in Jersey—”

“It doesn’t have to be the party, we could go do literally anything else! What? You’re telling me you don’t have one free hour this weekend at all? I find that very hard to—”

“I have a date.”

Silence. 

“I have a date this weekend,” Matt repeated, coughing lightly.

“A date?” (Y/N) finally managed to squeak out.

“Yeah,” Matt coughed again. “With that girl I told you about—”

“The one with the weird name?”

“Elektra—her name isn’t—yeah,” Matt nodded as he finally pulled his sweater back on. (Y/N) still sat topless in his bed, her fingers playing with the fabric of her shirt that Matt so lovingly placed in her lap. She needed to say something, anything, to break the continued silence. 

“Dates don’t usually take all weekend,” (Y/N) laughed humorlessly. Matt said nothing. She could practically see the gears turning in his head, trying to figure out what to say. 

“She invited me to her family’s vacation home upstate—”  

“Going on a vacation with her on your first date? That seems like a bit much, Matthew,” (Y/N) laughed again, finally pulling her top back on. The room felt significantly colder than before, she realized. 

“This isn’t the first date.”

(Y/N) was rendered speechless. While Matt and (Y/N) weren’t best friends, that was Foggy’s area of expertise, they were close enough that the lack of this information hurt her more than it should’ve. Why didn’t he tell her? “You’ve already—why didn’t you say anything, Matt?”

“I don’t share everything with you, (Y/N),” Matt said pointedly. His posture grew stiff, arms firmly crossed against his chest.

“Bullshit,” (Y/N) stood up from the bed, the loud creaking echoing. “You can’t even keep how terribly disappointing your breakfast was—how you had that weird rash on your back you needed me to look at? You’re hardly tight-lipped with me, Murdock.”

“I tell Foggy about my breakfast too—the rash was just convenient, I already had my shirt off anyway,” he ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t need to share everything with you,” Matthew parroted, correcting himself, “you’re not my girlfriend.”

Four words. Four simple words was all it took for (Y/N)’s eyes to glisten with tears, dangerously threatening to fall. Once again that evening, (Y/N) was speechless. Matt couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. Of course she wasn’t his girlfriend, she knew that, they both did. If that fact was such common knowledge, why did those four words hurt her so badly? By the forlorn look on Matt’s face, the four words hurt him a bit too.

“No,” (Y/N) shook her head, quickly gathering the rest of her clothes, her ripped skirt laying still on the floor. She couldn’t leave without something on her bottom half, so she grabbed the pair of sweatpants Matt had laying on the duffle bag. Her face was burning in embarrassment, she silently thanked the universe Matt couldn’t see it. “I’m not.”

“(Y/N), wait—”

“Finish the slides yourself, I’ll see you on Monday,” (Y/N) pulled her coat on, hand hitting the wall rather roughly. She hissed in pain, noting Matt’s worried expression. His brows were tightly drawn, face long. “Oh, and I’m keeping the pants.”

It wouldn’t be until she got back home that realized she never put her bra back on, the black number probably still laying on Matt’s desk. She prayed that the red cup in her hands would nurse her sour mood—at least try to, anyway. (Y/N) had found her way to Foggy’s cousin’s party—an expensive taxi ride, she’d have to finesse a ride home—she was met with the smell of weed and vomit swirling through the small living room, lights of every color bouncing off the walls. She kept herself tight in the corner, trying to swallow as much of the contents in her cup as she could. 

“(Y/N)!” Foggy screamed, his hands flying up in the air. “You made it!”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” (Y/N) forced a smile. She hoped Foggy’s inebriated state would dull his ability to see through it. “Your cousin’s place is… well, it’s a place.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty much shit, but a banging place for parties,” Foggy nodded, eyes scanning across the swarm of people. “It’s nice to get out of the city, y’know?”

“We’re literally only like thirty minutes away from campus—”

“I said what I said,” Foggy poked her forehead lovingly. “So…where’s Matt?”

“He didn’t want to come out,” (Y/N) shrugged, finishing her cup of jungle juice. She took a deep breath. “I tried, believe me.”

“You guys finish your project?”

(Y/N) felt her face heat up again, she looked down at her shoes. She forgot her socks—they were her favorite, too. “No. We didn’t.”

“Right—figured you guys would probably get caught up,” he wriggled his eyebrows, eyes darting to Matt’s sweatpants on her legs. “You two tend to do that.”

“We kept off your futon this time,” (Y/N) managed to smile, even just a bit. “But, I think we had a fight.”

“You think?”

“We had a fight,” (Y/N) corrected. She felt the eyes of the room burning into her skin, almost prying on her every thought. Of course, in reality, no one really gave a shit about their conversation. “Can we not talk about this here?”

“We can go out on the porch,” Foggy pointed a thumb towards the front door. “I don’t think anyone’s out there.” They both walked outside, the fall air nipping at their skin. (Y/N) pulled her jacket tighter around herself. “So… a fight?”

“It’s—uh—well, wasn’t pretty.”

“It wasn’t like, sexy fighting, right?” Foggy asked, his eyebrow pointed, “I know how wild you two can get and—”

“Like an actual fight, Foggy,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, “we were surprisingly wearing a good amount of our clothes.” Excluding her top, but he didn’t need to know that. Foggy leaned against the porch railing, motioning for (Y/N) to continue. She groaned loudly. “It’s stupid, really…”

“Dude, if you’re feeling this conflicted about it, it’s not stupid,” Foggy reassured her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Your feelings are valid, you’re allowed to feel your feelings, (Y/N).”

“And you said you’d get nothing out of taking Psych 101,” (Y/N) teased as she pushed his hand off her shoulder. “Thank you, though. I needed that.”

“You don’t need to tell me the details,” Foggy sighed, “but Matt’ll probably spill the beans tonight when I get home so…?”

“You’re terribly nosey, Nelson,” (Y/N) snorted, “by all means, you can hear it from him.” Foggy didn’t budge. She sighed. “He… he said I wasn’t his girlfriend.”

“But you’re not his girlfriend?” Foggy repeated, voice laced confusion.

“Don’t you think I know that?” (Y/N) said, a hand flying to her forehead in frustration. She once again groaned loudly as her elbows met the railing. “He said that and I just—my heart just broke, you know?” Foggy merely nodded, his eyes laced with compassion. “I didn’t know how to react—guess storming out of your dorm was my best move in the moment.”

“He told you about his vacation?”

“With prissy little electric bitch?” (Y/N) said cooly as she squeezed her empty cup with vigor, the plastic cracking. “He only mentioned it after I pushed the information out of him. Christ, I’ve never even met this girl, let alone heard much about her and he’s already going on a weekend getaway?”

“She’s alright,” Foggy shrugged, “they’ve had this trip planned for like two weeks. Matt didn’t tell you about it until tonight? You guys have been hanging out like, every night this week.”

“Well, he doesn’t need to share everything with me, I’m not his girlfriend,” (Y/N) repeated Matt’s words from before. They sounded sour coming from her lips.“You know, it was Matt’s idea to do this? The sex stuff?” Foggy shook his head. “I was hesitant about it all. I was afraid that if we crossed that line I would fall for him,” she laughed, humor nowhere to be found. Foggy couldn’t find the words to say, taking a moment to recollect his thoughts.

“Did you?”

(Y/N) stared out at the street, a red car was passing by a little too fast, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. In a blink, the car was gone and (Y/N) had no choice but to find something else to stare at. The streetlamp would do. “I-I’m not sure, Fog,” her voice was broken, wavering.

“Well, I can’t speak for Matt,” Foggy began as he dug his hands into his pockets, “but I know he cares about you.”

“I know he does, we’re friends—”

“Cares more than that,” Foggy added, “sometimes I think he cares about you like ten times what he cares about me. The man drops everything to be with you,” he laughed. “I mean, the guy goes out of his way to have a majority of his classes with you.”

“He doesn’t,” (Y/N) sniffled. When had she begun to cry? “We’re both law students, we’re bound to have a couple of the same classes,” she wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket.

“I’m also a law student, how many classes do we have together (Y/N)?”

“We’ve only had the two, the one first semester and now one this semester,” she huffed, “you want me to think that Matt somehow finds his way to have all his classes with me?”

“Not to totally make him sound like a creep, but yeah,” Foggy chuckled airily, “I mean, you’re a smart lady, use your big almost-lawyer brain on that one.”

“It’s not all of my classes,” (Y/N) said sheepishly, “just like, half of them.”

“All I’m trying to say is that Matt stupidly and blindly—pun unintended—likes you a lot.”

“If he likes me a lot, why is he on a vacation with Electric this weekend?”

“Come on, it’s her name, man,” Foggy pushed her shoulder playfully, “even if it is kinda funny, it makes you sound like a bitter bitch.”

“Maybe I am a bitter bitch,” (Y/N) turned to Foggy, “maybe I’m more angry at myself for letting this happen,” her eyes pricked again with tears. “I should’ve said something.”

“He’s not on vacation yet,” Foggy replied, bumping (Y/N)’s side, “you still got time.”

“And what?” (Y/N) sniffed. “Profess my love before he leaves like some stupid, cliché rom-com? Should I bring a boombox, too?” Foggy’s face twisted into a devilish grin, cheeks rounding like apples. “W-what’s that look for?”

“You said love," he sang, poking her shoulder, “you love Matt Murdock.”

(Y/N) didn’t say anything, her mind racing with the words Foggy had placed so tenderly in her lap. Did she love him? She had never been in love before, so it was hard to judge what exactly she felt for Matthew Murdock. How she felt for him was different than how she felt for Foggy—their relationship more akin to siblings than anything else. This feeling was nothing like the love she had for her family, that love was more like a warm blanket, a hug after a long day. These feelings she had for Matt were like a wildfire—a hot burning, unpredictable and constantly growing. Maybe this was what love was. Maybe this is what their love was. 

“I guess I do,” (Y/N) laughed as she hung her head. “I love him,” she repeated, mostly to herself, smiling in disbelief. Her eyes moved back up to meet Foggy’s, the fire of enthusiasm from their drinks hardening their stares. “So… are we splitting a cab?”

— 

True to Foggy’s word, Matthew hadn’t left yet. Frankly, Matt hadn’t even really started packing for the weekend getaway. Was it procrastination? No, his mind was preoccupied with his and (Y/N)’s fight replaying in his brain, over and over again, silently wishing he had said something else, done something else. He just let her leave, somehow without her bra and socks. He’d have to give them back to her at some point, he made a mental note of it. If there ever was going to be that some point, of course. With how (Y/N) stormed out of his dorm, her heartbeat practically thumping out of her chest, he didn’t expect her to come back.

“Stupid…” Matt sighed to himself as he gingerly ran his thumbs over the lace on (Y/N)’s bra. He always liked this one, enjoyed the texture beneath his fingers, she obviously took note of that. He sighed again, head hitting his pillow as he fell back onto his bed. “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

For as long as it had taken (Y/N) to realize her feelings for her friend, Matt had been close behind. If someone were to ask him about it, he’d shoot it down, deny it faster than a politician. He even started seeing Elektra to get people off his back—get his mind off of her—with little success. Matt had a suspicion that (Y/N) started to feel something deeper for him about four months into their arrangement, with the way her breath hitched when he touched her, how her heart sped up more than normal. He wanted that suspicion to desperately be true, silently praying nearly every night that it could be. Why did he get so defensive? He ran their argument through his head nearly a dozen times by now, each time beating himself up for how he reacted. Deep in his thoughts, he hardly heard Foggy enter the room.

“Hey…” Foggy knocked lightly on their door as he entered, eyeing Matt on the bed. “I see (Y/N) left in a hurry,” he nodded towards the bra in Matt’s hands, stepping over her forgotten skirt.

Matt didn’t even have the energy to hide the bra, turning his head in Foggy’s direction, thumbs still rubbing over the lace. “She did.”

“She came to Tony’s party, you know?”

Of course he knew. Matt could smell (Y/N)’s perfume radiating off of his roommate, the mingling smell of smoke and alcohol close behind. “No,” he lied, “I didn’t.” Foggy rocked back and forth on his heels, hands behind his back, words desperately wanting to leave his tongue. “What do you want Foggy?”

“I don’t want to get involved,” Foggy sighed as he finally sat on his own bed, relishing in the comfort. “But I somehow get wrapped up in your drama, Murdock,” he laughed, “(Y/N) wasn’t doin’ too hot, man. Whatever you said to her—”

“What do you want me to say, Fog?” Matt sat straight up. “It’s too late to apologize,” his hand raked through his hair out of habit, “I don’t even know what to say.”

“I find that ‘I’m sorry’ is usually a pretty good place to start,” Foggy said honestly. 

“It’s not that simple—”

“It seems pretty fucking simple to me, Matt—”

“We agreed it was just physical!” Matt shouted, effectively shutting his friend up. He didn’t mean to yell, he didn’t want to yell, it just happened. “Look,” Matt took a deep breath, his voice dropping back down to a normal volume—they didn’t need a noise complaint this late at night. “Whatever (Y/N) and I had going on, it was all just for fun, no strings, no feelings.”

“No strings? Really?” Foggy crossed his arms. “You care about her, yeah?” Matt nodded lightly. “You care about her like that, right?” Another nod—albeit hesitantly—from Matt. “So it’d be safe to assume that feelings were caught, right?”

“I don’t see your point.”

“Well frankly, you don’t see, period,” Foggy bit back a snicker, Matt tilting his head in disapproval. “Okay, you practically set me up with that one—”

“Foggy,” Matt persisted, his voice growing annoyed. 

“Alright, if you care so much about (Y/N), why are you hanging with Elektra?”

“Elektra… sort of just happened,” Matt shrugged, “I wasn’t seeking her out—actually quite the opposite.”

“Yet you’re going on vacation with her?”

“It’s not—Foggy, it’s a weekend trip,” he corrected his friend, “I don’t even think I’m going to go,” Matt stood up and walked over to his dresser. A duffle bag he had loosely packed sat atop the poor excuse for storage the college provided. He had only placed two shirts in the bag, having gotten caught up in his thoughts to even finish. 

“Are you gonna let Elektra know?” Foggy asked. 

Matt shook his head. “I was about to text her,” he said as he grabbed his phone from the mess on his bed. “I had a lot on my mind.”

“Guess you did,” Foggy hummed, eyes flitting over to the window. “You should probably talk to her.”

“Elektra? Fog, I’m texting her right now—” 

“No, (Y/N).”

Matt stopped his practiced typing on his phone, fingers so accustomed to the buttons. He stood silent for a moment before beginning his frenzy again. After another minute of silence, Matt tilted his head to the side and listened to his message played back to him, the robotic voice quickly filling the room. He was satisfied with it and sent it quickly. “I’m not even sure where she’d be right now.”

“If I had to guess,” Foggy smirked, his heart rate increasing just the slightest bit. Matt felt something was off, but didn’t push it. “Probably her place. That’s where I’d go after a party like Tony’s—hell, I’m at my place right now.”

“I can’t just show up to her place and drop all this on her,” Matt said, feeling almost defeated.

“Drop what?”

“You know what.”

“I’m not sure I do.”

“Foggy—”

“No,” Foggy stood up and practically flew over to his friend’s bed, standing square in front of him. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“I want to hear you say that you love (Y/N),” Foggy finally pushed out. Matt’s cheeks dusted a fair shade of pink, a look Foggy surely wasn’t used to seeing. Matt sat silent. “Come on, man. I know you do.”

“I—fine, okay,” Matt took a deep breath, his voice shaky, “I guess I love—”

“Ah!” Foggy slammed his hand against Matt’s mouth, effectively shutting him up. “I’m not the one who needs to hear that.” Matt pried Foggy’s sweaty hand off his mouth.

“You just said—”

“I know what I said, but don’t you think (Y/N) should hear it first?”

“You’re right.”

“I always am.”

“I—I’m gonna go find (Y/N).”

“Great,” Foggy flopped over to his bed, finally feeling the exhaustion of the night take over. “Make sure you use protection!”

“Great advice Fog,” Matt laughed as he made way to pull on his shoes. He quickly threw (Y/N)’s remaining clothing into his book bag, grabbing his cane next to their door. “I’ll be back—”

“Later, yeah yeah,” Foggy waved. 

Matt laughed again as he rushed out the door, mind focused on getting to her dorm as fast as his feet could carry him. He was so focused on her, getting to her, that he nearly forgotten to play the blind part he knew oh-so well. A few taps of his cane would suffice for the very few onlookers this late in the evening, he wasn’t too worried about it after all. It wasn’t until he could smell it—smell the wafts of her perfume from across the quad that he finally stopped. So she wasn’t at her place after all. She was sitting on the steps of the library, her iPod gently playing some song Matt couldn’t put his finger on.

“Matt,” (Y/N) said, voice carrying farther than she had anticipated. Thank God she didn’t scream his name, they’d both be in for a shock. Matt turned his head fully towards her, his strides leading him to the base of the stairs. 

“(Y/N),” Matt gripped his cane tightly, his knuckles turning white. Whatever he had planned to say to her completely flew out the window, his mind erased from the presence of her. He managed to pull the only words that Foggy had recommended out of the air. “I-I’m sorry.”

“For what? Acting like a complete douchebag?”

Matt cringed slightly at the insult, even if it was completely justified. “For saying what I said, lying to you,” he continued to drone, “talking to you the way I did. I’m sorry I didn’t run after you. I should’ve, but I didn’t.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m an idiot,” Matt said, earning a small laugh from (Y/N). It was a start. “Because I thought that it was for the best, keeping what we had where it was,” he felt (Y/N)’s burning gaze on him, silently urging him to continue to talk. “I know we agreed that this was just all physical—”

“I don’t think I ever agreed to anything—” 

“What we had going on felt like it was just physical,” Matt said as he quirked his eyebrow. A smile tugged at this lips. “And, as physically wonderful what we had was, I just can’t justify keeping it as it is.”

“I don’t want to be friends, Matthew,” (Y/N) said honestly, almost agreeing to Matt’s previous words. “I can’t keep doing this, having you hold me so close for the night, longing so much in the hope that you’d hold me like that when the sun rose again,” she felt her voice falter. “I—I know you’re seeing Elektra—”

“I’m not, not anymore,” Matt cut her off quickly, taking a step up closer to her, “I can’t see her anyway,” (Y/N) smiled just a bit at the terrible joke, Matt felt her heart regain a somewhat steady pace. “Elektra was only ever in my life to keep my mind occupied.”

“Occupied? From what?”

“From you,” he said honestly. “Christ, ever since we started this I haven’t been able to get my mind off of you,” he took another step up, “the way you laugh, the incessant tapping on the desk you have a terrible habit of,” Matt smiled, taking another step, “how you feel laying next to me, the way we fit together so perfectly… It’s maddening, (Y/N), the hold you have on me.”

“I do?”

“You do,” he nodded, finally reaching (Y/N) on the steps, only a few below her. They were practically eye-level now, heights matched. “To think that anyone else could’ve fit where you so rightfully belonged was… stupid."

“Did you…” (Y/N) paused, afraid to ask what she had been dreading. “Did you and Elektra ever…?”

“Yes,” Matt said, his shoulders dropping in disappointment. “It was only the one time,” he reached out to touch her arm, she flinched at the contact, “but she wasn’t you.” Matt’s hand fell down her arm to her own hand, grabbing it lightly. His hand was calloused, surprisingly warm against her own. She felt his thumb trace careful circles on the back of her hand, the gesture calming her racing heart ever-so-slightly.

“Matt…” (Y/N) began, the words dying on her tongue. She needed to do this wisely, not rush out what she needed him to hear. “I’m sure you noticed, but I—Foggy recommended that I should try to do all this like an 80’s rom-com,” she laughed, gripping his hand tighter. “I don’t have a boombox, but my iPod should be doing the trick…”

“What song is this?” Matt tilted his head towards the sound emanating from their feet, iPod propped up somewhat poorly against her discarded jacket. 

“You don’t know?”

“No,” Matt hummed, shaking his head, his brows furrowed in concentration. 

“It’s the song that asshole was blasting in the library the night we—well, the first time we decided to,” she took a breath, “when our study dates became a bit less about studying.”

An airy chuckle left Matthew’s lips, grin lifting his cheeks. “I’ll be honest, I wasn’t exactly paying attention to the music that night,” (Y/N) chuckled back, “though the way you were practically singing for me later that night, I can’t ever get that song out of my head.”

“Shut up,” (Y/N) said bashfully, lightly hitting his arm in playful protest.

“I would argue that it’s my favorite song,” Matt shrugged, his grin growing wider at the feeling of (Y/N)’s pulse rising. “Either way, it’s endearing that you’re playing this,” he grabbed her other hand, “terribly romantic.” He began to lean forward, his heart practically pounding in his ears. (Y/N) pressed a hand hesitantly to his chest, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

“Are you sure you want this?” (Y/N) asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Are you sure you want me?”

“How could I ever want anything more?”

Almost to prove his words, Matt pressed himself closer to (Y/N), his lips catching hers as if it were the most natural thing in the world. This searing kiss was much different than any other the two had shared before—the way they both practically melted at the touch of their lips was enough to prove that very fact. While the few kisses they had before were equally as heavy, none of them had the force of passion coming from either party as it did tonight. 

“I love you,” (Y/N) pulled away, hands cupping Matt’s face. She found herself wanting to remove his black glasses, badly wanting to look into his eyes, even if he couldn’t do the same. So, she did. With a featherlight touch, she placed his glasses in her pocket and found herself diving deep into his brown eyes, staring at the man she loved.

“I love you, too.”

Four words was all it took. Four words, and they were alright. 

[littlelioncub43]

Is it ok to ask this

Dark reader x basment husband robert pronge hc + pegging and fingering him

It is 😄

NSFW below the cut. Warnings: dark!reader, non-con/dub-con, gun play, violence, anal play, fingering, spit as lub, praise kink, just— filth.

If it weren't for the gun pressed to the back of his head, Robert would have killed you the moment your spit covered fingers stroked his untouched hole. The cooing noise you made mocked him when he tried to pull away but stopped when he remembered your words.

'The more you resist, the rougher I'll be.'

And you were. He had the cuts to prove it.

"You're learning," you hummed and kissed along his spine so you could whisper in his ear, "good boy."

Robert fisted the blankets even tighter, unable to control the way his body reacted to your words. You giggled when you felt his puckered hole flutter against your lubed up fingers. You kissed his cheek, your alluring, floral perfume filled his senses. He remembered thinking how pretty you smelled when he first met you at the grocery store. He thought about how he'd taint that feminine smell with the scent of sweat and sex and tears and blood. The smell was mixed with blood and sweat, just not yours.

"Knew you'd like being a good boy, Bobby," you purred and slipped your finger into his ass, pressing the barrel of your gun into his skull even harder to hear him hiss even louder.

"F-Fuck," he grunted through gritted teeth, his body tensing up as your dainty finger filled him to the knuckle. You smirked and withdrew your finger slowly, only to pump it back into him just as slowly. Almost as if you wanted it to feel good, the thought disgusted Bobby. Especially when his body welcomed another finger like it was nothing.

"There you go, Bobby, taking me so well," you praise cruelly, kissing his shoulder a few times before sitting back to watch your fingers disappear inside him. "Would you look at that? Youre so fucking pretty bent over for me, baby."

Robert can't contain the whine that leaves his mouth when your fingers speed up, diving deeper and deeper into him until you graze along a spongey spot inside him.

"Aaaah!" He moaned when you hooked your fingers into that special spot a few more times just to hear him cry out. You chuckle and put all your focus into hitting that spot for him, taking note of the way his painfully hard cock is bobbing and flexing with need. It was a rule: he couldn't touch himself.

"You gonna cum, Bobby?" You ask gently. You knew the answer.

"Y-Yes!" He hoarsly growls, his arms trembling to hold himself up right. He never felt anything like this. The shame of being fingered, the shame of liking it— it made his cock unbearably hard. "M'gonna cum!"

"I know, pet. Your poor cock looks so hard. Do you want me to touch it?" You hum.

"Please! Fuck— please!" He practically screams. He needed you to touch him or he was going to die. You smirked, even though he couldn't see it, Robert heard it in your words.

"No. You're going to cum like this," you say sternly, sliding another finger into him, stretching him out more than he thought possible. Robert wanted to die at your words, he yelped when all three of your fingers pressed into his g spot. "You're gonna cum like the whore you are, and you're going to fucking thank me for it. Do you understand me?"

When he didn't answer you fast enough, you brought the handle of your handgun down on his head, not too hard but enough to send the message. He grunted at the hit, his ass squeezing around your fingers.

"Do you fucking understand me?" You growled in warning, a warning that Robert heeded.

"Yes! Yes, I understand!" He responded through gritted teeth and throaty whimpers of pleasure. You sped your fingers up even more, smiling at how his hips start pushing back on you. His cock flexes a few more times between his thighs, the pitch and volume of his moans getting higher and louder each time. Robert hangs his head, his body betrayed him as the pleasure overtook him.

"F-FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He bellows as he finally releases. His cum sprays the bedding beneath you both. Ribbons of pearly white cum shoot from his reddened tip over and over and over, leaving Robert light headed and trembling. He's never cum so hard in his entire fucking life.

"Oh, such a good boy," you purr happily behind him as he cums, your fingers slow down but milk him for all he's worth. Gingerly, you slide your fingers from his used hole. You can't help but gaze with pride at how wrecked he looks. Robert uses every ounce of strength left in him to keep himself upright.

"I always knew you'd look so pretty like this, Bobby."

He can't find the words to respond and chooses to stay silent, if the double-ended dildo laying next to him is any clue— the night was far from over.

Happy Murderer Monday!

Comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! 💖🥰🫂

[tomurasprincess]

Kinktober Day 31: Sexual Slavery (Vaulted Bonds)

Day 31: Sexual Slavery Title: Vaulted Bonds Pairing: League of Villains (Shigaraki, Dabi, Spinner, Kurogiri, Muscular) x Reader Word Count: 6k Warnings: Noncon, dubcon, branding, marking, degradation, misogynist Dabi, double pentration (two cocks in one hole and two cocks in seperate holes), praise kink, soft marking and biting, cumflation, size difference, belly bulge, mist bondage, mist tentacle sex, orgasm denial, daddy kink, pet play (of the puppy variety), watersports, overstimulation, rough sex, creampies Note: Sequel to Vault 68, Kinktober Day 1 gangbang. Thank you so much for everyone’s patience while I finished this. Kinktober was an exhausting, wild, but incredibly amazing experience and I’m glad that I can say I finished it! Even if it’s in March, don’t judge. Also thank you to @tamakisbunnygirl​ for talking this over with me and reading it over for me!

Kinktober Masterlist

Life was so very easy lately.

No fighting for survival, no worrying about radiation, no bandits, super mutants, or anything else to avoid.

No, you simply had to please the villains you were locked up with, allow them to use whatever holes they wanted to use whenever they wanted to use them.

You were unimaginably sore for the first week, something that Spinner noticed instantly. He was always the kinder one, the one who soothed your abused cunt with various creams he found. Dabi laughed, of course. He enjoyed seeing you limp around the vault after a particularly rough session with him.

Muscular did too, although he typically bent you over with a boast of seeing how much more sore he could make you.

Kurogiri was one of the kinder ones as well, although his concern always had a mocking, manipulative flair to it. You could never quite figure the man out, and his lack of expressions on his misty form did not help you read him.

Shigaraki would whisper words about how sorry he was while tracing patterns along your skin in an attempt to soothe you., You would almost think he was acting nice, until he whispered that you still have a mouth you can use, and wasn’t he just the best for letting you use that instead of that currently useless cunt between your legs? Or that tight asshole, it hadn’t been used as much, right? He could use it instead.

Currently, you were in Dabi’s bed waiting for him to get back from grabbing food. He hadn’t touched you yet, and you’re enjoying the peace and quiet until he comes barging in. He has a cruel glint in his eyes, erection already straining against his pants and you can already tell this is going to be a rough time for you.

“Why do you have clothes on?” Dabi instantly says, looking with distaste at the long t-shirt and panties you’re currently wearing. You cringe at the tone in his voice.

“I - I got cold,” you mutter quietly, hoping that he won’t use this as an excuse to be even rougher. But you know Dabi by this point, and you know that punishment is awaiting you. “I’m sorry.”

“Not fucking sorry enough,” he growls, palms lighting up with blue flame as he advances towards you. You instinctively crawl backwards from the fire, wanting to avoid it. But he grabs your ankle and yanks you towards him.

His hand touches your shirt, catching it on fire at the same time as he rips it off your body. He tosses it to the side, pulling your panties off too. He isn’t careful with his flames, and you hiss at the pain, the smell of burning flesh rising up and hitting your nose. You glance down and see a small, singed mark on your flesh to join the rest of the bruises and burns on your body from the rest of them.

“Your skin looks so beautiful with burns, doll,” Dabi snorts, “I dunno why I haven’t covered you with them even more.” He holds you down with one hand as he unzips his pants, although holding you down isn’t necessary anymore.

You’ve already learned what happens when you resist Dabi.

He guides himself to your already wet pussy, lining up and snapping his hips to fill you with one sharp thrust. You let out a gasp, still unprepared for the Jacob’s Ladder running up his length despite how many times he’s fucked you at this point.

“You like that, whore?” He chuckles as his hands wrap around your neck. “This is all you’re good for.” He sets a fast pace, barely giving you any time to get used to him. “You’re nothing but a fucking hole for me to use.” You choke and splutter as his grip tightens around your throat, hands reaching up to claw at his arms as you try to get air into your lungs.

The Jacob’s ladder piercing grinds against your g-spot, and despite everything, you feel the tension building up inside of you as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your lungs burn with the need for air, black spots appearing at the edge of your vision. “You look so fucking good like this,” Dabi laughs sadistically.

Just when you think you’re about to pass out, he releases your throat and you take deep gulping breaths. The lack of oxygen and the insistent grinding of the piercings against your inner walls has your orgasm even more intense as the tension inside of you snaps.

You moan as your pussy flutters and clenches around Dabi’s cock, and he snickers. “Fucking whore, getting off to me choking you.”

His hands reach up to grip your breasts, kneading the soft flesh roughly as he tweaks your nipples. They’re quickly hard and standing at attention as he continues to pound into your now dripping pussy, and you whine as you feel yourself building back up to another orgasm.

“Dabi, please - “

“Please what? You want to cum again, whore? I already gave you a freebie, so you better fucking beg like your life depends on it.”

“Please, I want to cum, please let me cum!”

“Tell me you’re a whore, that the only good thing about you are these fucking holes. You’re nothing but something for me to fuck, a cum dumpster”

You cringe at the words, knowing that he’ll punish you if you don’t do what he says. And as much as you hate it, you know you want to cum again.

“I’m a whore! I’m nothing but holes for you to fuck, Dabi!”

“Be more convincing,” he snarls as his hands heat up on your hips, causing you to scream as he singes your skin.

“I’m nothing but a whore for you to use! I’m a cumdumpster, I’m a useless whore only good for you to fuck!”

His hands heat up even more as his finger comes up to trace patterns on your skin. Tears run freely down your face as you smell burning flesh yet again. You don’t want to, but you find yourself glancing down anyway, wanting to see what he’s doing.

When you see the letter D, you know exactly what he intends to do.

You try to hold still as much as you can, not wanting to make this even worse. But the pain is so extreme, and he continues to fuck you even through what he’s doing. The conflicting feelings has your head spinning, unsure whether to feel the pain or the pleasure. Ultimately, you decide to focus on the pleasure. It’s shameful, but at least it’s not agony.

By the time he finishes his name, you’re cumming again with a choked sob as you squeeze his cock. “Fuck, you really are a little painslut aren’t you? Good, because I fucking love hurting you.”

His pace stutters, becoming uneven as he thrusts right against your cervix and shoots hot ropes of cum against it. You whimper as you feel the heat spreading through your core, body trembling from both pain and pleasure.

He pulls out abruptly, stroking himself out the rest of the way as he shoots cum on your new burn. You sob as it hits the wound, stinging like fire as you writhe around on the bed.

Dabi stands up, throwing your t-shirt at you as he points to the door. “You can get the fuck out now, whore. Don’t want you dirtying up the place any more than you already have.”

You give a nod as you stand up on shaky legs, pulling the shirt over your head as you wobble towards the door. You’re able to make it outside before you collapse on the floor. Spinner just happens to be in the hallway, and he rushes over to you.

“Oh god, are you okay?” He leans down, lifting your shirt up as he stares at the burn on your hip. “That brute,” he whispers quietly, picking you up in his arms as he carries you to his room. “Let me take care of you.”

He lays you down in the bed as he looks for one of his many soothing creams and a washcloth. He dabs at the burn as gently as he can, trying to get as much of the now dried cum off your skin as he can before applying a burn cream.

“Does that feel better?” He asks a bit shyly, only now noticing how undressed you are. He’s always been on the shy side, the one most hesitant to take advantage of you. Although that hadn’t stopped him.

“Yeah, it does. Thank you, Spinner.” He preens a bit at the praise, one of his claws tracing a light pattern down your stomach.

“Can I - “ He trails off, unable to finish the sentence as he glances away. You know exactly what he’s asking, and you give a soft sigh as you nod your head.

He blushes a bit as he lifts your shirt up, making an angry noise as he touches each of the bruises and burns Dabi left on your body. “He is so rough with you,” he admonishes the other man, “you should be cherished like the jewel you really are.”

He slides down your body until he reaches your thighs, leaning down between your legs as he tentatively licks your folds. “You taste so good,” he moans as his tongue dives into your heated flesh.

Spinner’s tongue works its way inside of you, causing you to let out a choked moan as you lay back and let take care of you. He takes the back of his knuckle as he rubs your swollen clit, careful not to touch you with claws.

His tongue fucks you like a cock would, getting far deeper than a normal man’s tongue as the tip grazes your cervix. The feeling drives you mad, and you already feel the pressure of your muscles tightening up. “Spinner, don’t stop - “

He hums against your skin as he keeps tongue fucking you, quickening the pace as he feels you clench down around his tongue. His knuckle works against your clit, only increasing the pleasure as you finally topple over the edge. He licks up your juices as you gush around his mouth like he’s starving before pulling away.

In no time at all, you hear clothes beginning to shuffle and two cocks spring up from his pants. They’re both huge, and you always have a moment of doubt that they’ll fit inside of you.

But despite how kind Spinner is, he’s always determined to make them fit. You briefly wonder if he’ll put one in your ass and one in your pussy, or if he’ll simply fill you up with both of them. You don’t know which one you prefer.

When you feel him rubbing his cocks along your slick, you instantly know what he intends to do. A secret thrill runs through you at the thought of being so completely full.

He begins to push inside of you gently, your wetness aiding him in moving. You let out a broken moan as you feel your pussy stretch to accommodate him, head thrown back as your legs shake. He gets past your tight outer ring of muscle and keeps going, the ridges and scales along his cock pressing against your walls in such an amazing way that you cum just from the feeling alone.

“Fuck, Spinner - “

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re doing so well, sweetie.” Your previous orgasms have loosened you up enough that he’s able to bottom out inside of you relatively easily, stilling for a while to allow you to adjust. “So beautiful,” he murmurs as he strokes a claw down your face. “So amazing, you feel so good around me.”

You preen at the praise, always loving how kindly he treats you.

He waits until you give him a quick nod to indicate you’re ready before he begins to move, and you let out a wail as he starts to thrust. You feel so impossibly full, so amazing that you wish you could always feel this full.

“Spinner, please, faster!”

He instantly obeys you, grabbing your hips to force you back onto his cock. His heavy balls smack against the curve of your ass with every sharp thrust, and you can hear the wet noises of your bodies joining as they fill the room.

“So damned good, so tight for me - you’re squeezing my cock so well, sweetie.”

“I’m going to - “

He moves to start rubbing your clit as soon as the words leave your mouth. “Then cum for me, I wanna see how pretty you look when you’re cumming around my cocks.”

The tension snaps as you clench down around him, gasping and moaning as your body convulses. “It - feels so good - “

Spinner groans as his teeth sink into the meat of your neck, marking you just as surely as Dabi did. Feeling you squeeze around him is more than he can handle, and he follows you into orgasm. Both cocks shoot ropes of cum into you, and you can feel it leaking out around him. Your belly bulges just a bit, a sight that leaves Spinner feral as he thrusts his way through his own orgasm.

Finally his cocks become too sensitive, and he pulls out as he collapses beside you. He pulls you into his arms, cooing sweet words at you as you curl up against his warm scales. “You did so well for me, sweetie.”

He brushes the bite mark on your neck, wanting to feel bad but loving the sign of possession that he left on you. He traces over the bite mark with a claw.

You smile at the tenderness, needing this after Dabi’s rough ministrations. You could stay like this for hours, if it weren’t for Muscular bursting through the door.

“It’s my turn with the toy,” Muscular instantly demands, and Spinner reluctantly releases you as Muscular grabs you. He throws you over his shoulder, carrying you out like a caveman dragging you into his lair.

He takes you immediately to his room, throwing you down on the bed and wasting no time unzipping his pants. “You had Spinner’s cocks shoved up there, so I don’t need to prep you, do I?” Muscular snicks as he frees his massive cock from his pants, not even bothering to get fully undressed before he’s lining himself up with your entrance.

“Wait, please go easy on - “

But it’s too late, and he’s already buried inside of you. Muscular’s singular cock is still bigger even than Spinner’s two, and you feel like you’re going to tear without preparation. He doesn’t bother to let you adjust, pounding into you instantly and drawing tears from your eyes. You feel so fucking full, almost painful in the fullness and he’s only just started.

“Such a good cunt,” he growls out as his fingers dig into the plush flesh of your thighs. He lifts you up onto his lap so that he can thrust up into you faster, getting even deeper and causing you to squeeze around him. “So fucking tight, I can barely move. But I can fix that.”

You feel his cock begin to expand inside of you, and your eyes widen in fear and terror. “Please, no!”

But it’s too late, having already activated his quirk to make his cock bigger. Your walls stretch even more, and you howl as you’re thrown into a sudden orgasm. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, body convulsing as you’re fucked ruthlessly through your orgasm. “Please, too much - “

“I’m not done with your fucking cunt yet,” he snarls as his cock shrinks just a bit, leaving more room for him to thrust even harder. “Going to fill you up so fucking well, gonna make sure you can’t walk for a fucking week.”

You don’t doubt that, having experienced this many times already. You whine and whimper as he jackhammers into you, not even bothering to touch your clit in a mad rush to cum as quickly as he can.

When he finally cums, he forces his way up to your cervix as he cums directly against it. There is so much cum that you can feel your belly begin to bulge, see the little pocket of cum that he’s filling you with. You cum one last time, screaming out your orgasm. Your fluttering walls force some of his cum out of you, causing it to make a mess of the bed underneath you and coating Muscular’s thick thighs.

He pants a bit, relaxing for a second before you can feel him begin to harden inside of you again.

“No, please, it’s too much, I can’t -”

“I fucking say when it’s too much, slut,” he growls at you as he begins to thrust again. This time, he manages to be even rougher with you, fingers digging bruises into your skin as he fucks up into your tight heat. “Wanna fill you up, see that belly bulge even more.”

You whimper as you feel him begin to twitch, relieved that he’s going to cum so quickly while also dreading what happens afterwards. He cums with a grunt, even more cum shooting from the head of his cock. The skin of your belly stretches lewdly, the bulge becoming even more noticeable as the cum is trapped inside of you, unable to leak out around his cock.

He pulls out and strokes himself off the rest of the way on your stomach where the bulge is, coating your skin with hot cum. He reaches down to press against the bulge, laughing sadistically when his cum gushes out of you and soaks his bed. He drops you almost instantly onto the wet spot, standing up and walking towards the door.

“I’m done,” he declares before simply leaving the room. You take a few minutes to recover, rolling out of the bed and collapsing to your knees, unable to hold yourself up on your legs. But you find yourself not needing to walk as a portal opens up underneath you, dropping you into the arms of Kurogiri.

“I think it’s time that you spend some time with your daddy, don’t you?” The man muses, cradling you in his arms as he lays you down on the floor. Mist springs up around you, wrapping around your arms and holding you down. It also swirls up around your legs, forcing you to spread them open and reveal yourself to his gaze.

“That was a question.” Kurogiri says in a dark voice, and you know that means he wants an answer.

“Yes daddy,” you whisper to him, face flushing at having to call him that.

“Good girl,” he praises you, and you feel warmth rise up in you at the praise. “Be good for daddy and he’ll be good to you. Do you understand?”

“Yes daddy.”

You feel one of the cold misty tendrils probing at your ass, and your eyes widen as it begins to push inside. Kurogiri chuckles as he lowers himself to the floor, hand coming down to unzip his dress pants and pull his cock out. You can never tell just how big he is because of the shadows and mist around it, but you know how big it feels inside of you.

Your legs are spread even wider as he settles himself in between them, sliding easily in because of all of the wetness down there. He bottoms out almost instantly before setting a slow but steady pace. One of the tendrils attaches itself to your clit, sucking and pulling at the sore bead and causing you to let out a broken moan.

“It feels so good - “ you moan before remembering to add, “daddy”

“You can’t cum without my permission, do you understand?”

“Yes daddy, I understand.”

But you can already feel the tension at the insistent suckling of your clit by the mist, and you squirm as you try to think of anything else but the pressure building up inside of you. You throw your head from side to side, legs shaking and quivering at the strain of trying not to cum.

“Can I cum, daddy? Please let me cum!”

“Hmm, I don’t think you’ve been a good enough girl yet. Should bad girls cum before their daddies?”

“N-n-no,” you whisper.” Your nails dig into the palms of your hands, hoping the pain will distract you from the need to cum. But it only adds to the pleasure, causing you to almost topple over the edge.

“Daddy,” you whine, “I can’t hold out - “

The wet smacking of his balls hitting the curve of your ass fill the room as he roughly fucks you, pulling almost all the way out of you before slamming back inside. “Yes you can, you’re such a good girl.”

You really want to be a good girl, and so you distract yourself as much as you can. You think of anything and everything, trying to ignore the tendril still attached to your clit. Just when you think you can’t hold out anymore, you feel him begin to throb inside of you.

“Cum now! Cum along with daddy!”

You wail as you obey his command, body shaking as you’re thrown over the edge. Your orgasm is intense and powerful, and he simply fucks you harder through it. You feel warmth spreading through you as he finishes along with you.

“You were such a good girl, daddy is going to reward you.”

You know what his rewards can be, know that sometimes they don’t feel like rewards at all. And this time won’t be any different, as you feel a tendril of mist push against your ass and worm its way inside.

“Daddy, I don’t -” You trail off, not wanting to finish your sentence. Refusing a reward would result in a punishment, something that you did not want.

“Yes? What was that?” His voice takes on a dangerous tone, and you shake your head.

“Nothing. Thank you for a reward, daddy.”

His chest rumbles with laughter. A larger tendril comes to your abused cunt, pushing inside of you as well. “Good girl, don’t fight this.”

The tendrils take turns thrusting inside of you, one pulling out while the other one thrusts inside. The rhythm has your head spinning, stomach tightening up as you near an orgasm. In a near panic, you begin to beg.

“Daddy, can I cum? Please let me cum!”

“This is a reward, little girl. You may cum.”

You breathe a sigh of relief as you’re thrown over the edge, screaming out your orgasm.

“Hey, Kurogiri, I need - “ Shigaraki pauses, laughing in amusement as he sees you cumming around Kurogiri’s mist tentacles. “Oh, I see you’re busy,” he mocks.

“No, we were almost done if you want a turn.”

“I think I do, actually. It’s been a while since I’ve had a turn with my puppy.”

You cringe at the term, knowing exactly the degrading things Shigaraki is going to force you to do.

“I actually got you something, puppy.” He laughs sadistically, pulling out a leash and collar. “Isn’t it cute?”

Your eyes widen with horror, not wanting that to go around your neck. But Shigaraki’s eyes narrow at your lack of response. “Am I going to have to punish my puppy already?”

“N-n-no, you don’t have to punish me!”

“I think I do, since you left off the master,” his voice takes on a dark tone, and you wince.

“I’m sorry, master! You don’t have to punish me, master!”

“So you’ll wear the collar like a good puppy?”

“Yes master,” you say, defeated.

“Good puppy.” Kurogiri’s mist dissolves, leaving you on the floor in a destroyed heap. Shigaraki reaches down, showing you the collar and what it says.

Shigaraki’s Puppy. If lost, please return.

Tears run down your face as he attaches the collar around your neck, locking it in place and pocketing the key.

The key? You realize instantly that it’s not something you can ever take off yourself. You’re stuck with it for as long as Shigaraki wants you to be stuck with it.

He attaches the collar to the leash, yanking you upwards with it. “Get on all fours like a puppy.”

You obey, sensing his volatile mood already and not wanting a punishment. “Now, I’m going to take you for a walk.”

“Can - can I get dressed, at least?” You hated the thought of being paraded around the vault with absolutely no clothes.

“No. Puppies don’t wear clothes.”

You sniffle a bit as you walk on all fours, feeling absolutely humiliated. You trail behind him as he leads you to his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Your stomach growls, not having eaten, and he instantly hears. “Oh, that reminds me. I got you another present.”

He pushes two bowls towards you on the floor.

A food and water bowl for pets.

“If you want to eat, then you better eat like a good little puppy. You glance up at him to see him smirking at you, almost daring you to refuse. You let out a soft sob as you crawl towards the bowls, reaching to pick one up before he snaps at you.

“Puppies don’t pick up their bowls.”

More tears run down your face as you lower yourself down, beginning to eat from the bowl as best as you can. Everything you have been through so far, all of the abuses, and this was one of the worst. Your body absolutely burns with humiliation as you lean down to get water from your bowl.

Once you’re done, Shigaraki drags you up, throwing you down onto the bed and climbing onto you. “Now, I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to be a good puppy.”

You give a quick nod, glancing away as you try to mentally prepare yourself. He wastes no time after your agreement, thrusting deep inside of you with one quick snap of his hips.

You realize something instantly.

You have to pee.

“Master, I - I need to pee,” you whisper quietly, hoping against hope that he’ll stop long enough to let you go to the bathroom.

“Oh? Then fucking go. Puppies don’t use toilets.”

“I - oh no, I can’t, please don’t make me - “

“Here, I’ll even help you.” He begins to press down on your bladder, and you squeal as you feel a bit of pee leak out. You clamp your muscles down, desperately trying to hold it. But it’s no use, and you squirm to try and relieve the pressure.

“Please stop, I don’t wanna - “

“Do it, puppy. Piss all over me.” He presses down harder, and you can’t hold out anymore. You wail as your bladder releases, pissing all over Shigaraki’s cock as he fucks you through it. He thrusts your piss back inside of you, the disgusting sloshing noises of your pussy causing you to wince and want to die with embarrassment.

He reaches down to smack you across the face. “Bad puppy, messing like that in the house.”

You whine as he continues to fuck you, smacking your other cheek as well. It’s humiliating more than it hurts, only being a small sting as he puts no real force behind it. But you still feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I’m sorry master, I’m so sorry, please - “

“I should make you lick it up,” he growls, and you panic at the thought.

“Master, please no!”

He snorts as he flips you over onto all fours, forcing your head down to the bed as he begins to slam into you. His balls hit your clit and cause you to squeeze around him, and he laughs. “You like being my puppy, don’t you?”

“Yes, master,” you say quickly, not wanting to anger him. He aims for a spot inside of you that makes you see stars, reaching around to take your clit in between two fingers as he strokes you. You whine as you push back to meet his thrusts, seeking your own orgasm. “It feels so good, master!”

“Yeah? Then cum for your master.”

You finish at the same time as he does, feeling warmth spreading through you yet again as he cums inside of you. You whimper as your body trembles, collapsing against the bed in sheer exhaustion.

“Now what do you say?” Shigaraki prods at you, seeking only one answer.

“Thank you master.”

“Good pet.” He pats your head like he would a real dog, and you’re shamed to find yourself enjoying his attention.

“Now come on,” he demands, pulling on your leash. You wince as you slide off the bed, getting on all fours as you crawl into the main area of the vault. Everyone is there, and you burn with humiliation at all of them seeing you like this.

“Now that’s how all sluts should be,” Dabi snorts at the sight of you on all fours. “Naked, with cum dripping from their filthy little cunts.”

Spinner scoffs. “You don’t have to always be so crude, Dabi.”

“I wouldn’t have to be so crude if she wasn’t such a fucking slut.”

Dabi seems to get an idea in his head as he says that, smirk coming across his face. “You know, I have an idea.”

Your heart sinks into your chest at Dabi having any sort of idea that causes that smirk to be across his face. You know you won’t like it, not one bit.

“It’s been a while since we’ve all shared her, isn’t it? I think the little slut deserves to be completely ruined.”

He walks over to you, grabbing your leash from Shigaraki who allows it, watching with deep interest. He sits down on the floor, picking you up by your waist and prodding at your still tight asshole. “I think I wanna fuck you here,” he murmurs as he lowers you down on his cock. You whimper and whine as he slides into you balls deep.

Shigaraki already has his hard cock out, pressing the tip against your mouth. “Open wide, puppy.”

You open your mouth and he instantly shoves himself in, aiming for the back of your throat immediately. You barely remember to breathe through your nose, preventing yourself from gagging around his length. To your horror, you see the rest of the League walking over to you with purpose.

Muscular gets down on the floor facing Dabi, moving you to his massive cock. “I didn’t get her pussy last time we shared her, so it’s mine this time around.” Dabi snorts as he slows his movements, allowing Muscular to line up and begin to push inside. You’re already stretched out from everything else, but the sting still hurts as he slams against your cervix.

You want to complain, ask them to go slower, but Shigaraki begins to face fuck you, balls smacking aganst your chin with every thrust. “Fuck, puppy has gotten so good at sucking cock,” he grunts out as he feels his balls tighten.

“This cunt feels pretty fucking good too,” Muscular laughs as he activates his quirk, causing your eyes to widen in alarm as you feel him begin to grow inside of you again. Your walls stretch and stretch until you think they can’t possibly stretch anymore, but finally he stops before he tears you.

“Fuck, Muscular, the fuck did you just do? She got even tighter, holy fuck,” Dabi manages to grunt out, still pounding into your aching ass. “Keep it up.”

Muscular begins to move, slamming into you with powerful thrusts that has your head spinning. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Spinner take his cocks out and begin to stroke them furiously as he watches you be ruined by the other villains.

Kurogiri also stands nearby, cock out of his pants as he fists his length roughly. “My little girl does look so good like this,” he muses out loud.

Muscular groans as he nears his end, usually the first to cum as he never bothers to savor sex, instead choosing to seek his own orgasm. “Gonna fill this little cunt,” he manages to say as he shoots ropes of cum into you that leak out around his cock. “Fuck yes, so good - “

He pulls out when it becomes too much, and Spinner eagerly takes his place. “I want this pretty little pussy,” Spinner says as he enters you easily due to how much Muscular was able to stretch you out. “Feels so good to have both cocks inside, shit!”

“This dirty ass is pretty good too, so damned tight. You were fucking made for this, little cockslut,” Dabi grunts out, his pace becoming more erratic. “Gonna cum,” he manages to say before he follows through, causing warmth to spread through your ass.

Shigaraki is close too, as you can feel him begin to twitch inside of your mouth. He pulls out however, painting your face with white as he strokes his orgasm out. “Gotta love a facial,” he chuckles as Dabi snorts.

Kurogiri nears his orgasm as well, cumming on your tits as he lets out a soft groan. Only Spinner is left inside of you, and he goes feral on your pussy as he begins to pound you. He lifts up your legs so he can penetrate you deeper, and you cum with a strangled cry as you squirt around him.

You collapse completely, unable to hold yourself up anymore. And what’s when you all hear it.

The loud, clanging sound of the vault’s locking mechanism disengaging.

“The hell?” Dabi says as he sits up, walking over to the door and swinging the vault door open. It swings easily, revealing the stairs that lead to the outside world. “Guess it’s already been a month, huh.”

Hope blooms within you. Maybe they’ll let you go now, maybe you can be free of the hell they’ve put you through.

Shigaraki must be able to read the thoughts on your face, as he speaks up. “You know, puppy...you could just stay with us. Surely you don’t want to go back outside with the raiders, super mutants, and ghouls?”

You freeze for a second. You’ve been in a bubble of safety, having almost forgotten about all the dangers of the outside world. “I don’t - I mean, I was able to protect myself before - “

Dabi scoffs. “You’re a weak little slut who was hiding out in this vault instead of protecting yourself outside.”

Kurogiri joins in. “It wasn’t so bad being with us, was it? We’d protect you if you stay with us.”

Muscular shrugs. “Seems fair enough to me. We protect her and get to use all those holes anytime we want.”

“I - I really like you,” Spinner begins shyly, “and would love for you to stay with us.”

Now that you’re finally given a choice, the first one you’ve truly had for the past month, you are paralyzed.

The choice to leave the men behind, or to tackle the outside world. The vault isn’t sealed anymore, and there’s no guarantee of safety. Raiders take over vaults all the time, after all, and who is to say that won’t happen to this one?

But really; maybe they aren’t so bad. The fact that they are willing to let you go is more than you thought possible.

When you say the words that will seal your fate, everyone is happy.

You; because you made a choice of your own free will to stay with them.

And them; because they knew their broken little toy had no choice at all.

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