eyes tracing over their features while they're turned away, catching on their eyelashes fluttering against their skin, the slope of their nose, the curve of their lips.
hands brushing, fingertips twitching, savoring the sparks that ignite from touching them, and resisting the urge to chase after it.
hanging onto their every word, engraving the sentences they speak into their very bones.
bodies in close proximity, focusing on how electric the air is, and being hyperaware of how their heat is searing itself into their skin.
idealizing them, imagining them in their fantasies, thinking repeatedly about their best qualities.
having them constantly on their mind, finding reminders of them in the most mundane of daily activities.
a tightness in their chest, an ache in their body at the thought of what they don't have.
leaning in to gaze at them better, taking note of every little detail, every new addition to their appearance, and staring like they'll slip through their fingers if they ever look away.
staying silent when the topic is brought up, too fearful to broach it in case of rejection, or maybe just unwilling to fully commit, and merely returning to their longing afterward.
overthinking what they say, what they do, desperate for the other's attention, just to have their eyes on them.
being unable to believe that what they feel could ever be returned, becoming complacent with the absence in their chest despite its heaviness.
No thoughts. Just Whumpee drifting in and out of consciousness, muttering nonsensical slurred protests, and weakly trying to pull st their restraints before their eyes roll back and they slip away into unconsciousness again.
(holy shii, MDNI please! feel free to use<333 tag me when yall write plsss especially 3! 6, 9,10, 12, 13 fckk. !!)
"that's my good girl."
when they're groaning and cursing into your ear >>>> [very demureee.]
"fuck, you're soaking wet for me, baby."
their fingers curling into all the right places.
leaning back with their legs spread apart as they ask, with a smirk, "are you just going to stare, sweetheart?"
"that's," they groan, pressing their visible bulge over your stomach, "that, darling, is what you do to me."
"do you wish to see me on my knees? Is that it, darling?" [YES. yes. AND YES.]
your heel on their chest, pressing them down to the floor. "Beg. Maybe I'll consider."
^ they kiss ur ankle, and up your calves. "Please, baby.." the desperate tone but that dominant, humiliating fire in their gaze promising something sinister after.
"aren't you such a tease? I'm jerking off to that picture of you, and it's all your fault." [yall read rina kent' books?? rina verse men jerking off>>> fck Aiden and Ronan.]
their fingers tipping ur chin up, caressing your jaw and their thumb slowly parts your lips, dipping it into your mouth!!
^ "that pretty little mouth of yours..." followed by a dark gaze or a chuckle!!! FVKFKDKF.
^ "I'm going to fuck that mouth, baby. may i do that?" [two hands the phone yall]
their proud, predatory gaze on you, their lips curling into a smirk, "you--" they rub the lipstick on your mouth, "are such a pretty mess for me, darling."
"eyes open. keep looking."
^ and in the mirror--it's their large hand splayed across your abdomen, another wrapped around your perking nip. as they thrust into you, hard, slow, deep. their teeth sinking into ur neck.
maintaining eye contact as they gather the wetness from between your legs with their fingers and they're sucking them off with a satisfied hum.
^ "fuck, sweetheart." they smear it all over their lips, breathing heavy, and lean down to kiss you with it!!? [sad core cus i aint experience this yet :']
neck grabs, deep grunts, a desperate rolling of their hips against yours, "you wanna cum, yeah? cum for me, baby."
arms over their head, mouth gaping while they groan, pressing and thrusting themselves up into you. "Just, like that, oh.. god."
Request; 3 "If I had to choose between forgetting the best night of my life or losing my best friend forever, then I'd forget the best night of my life." With Robin Buckley
Requested by Anon
Summary; You had been best friends with Robin for years, you were the first one she confessed her sexuality to. Of course, you accepted her straight away. But after a few shots, your friendship changes.
You and Robin were at some high school party. You weren’t 100% who was throwing it, all you knew was Robin had asked you to go and you’d said yes.
You always said yes to her, you’d do anything for her, she’s your best friend. She’d confessed her sexuality to you a long time ago and begged you to keep it secret, you didn’t understand the big deal but you did it none the less.
You were a few drinks, and a few shots, in and beginning to feel slightly tipsy. You weren’t sure why you or Robin attended these things, most of the time was spent between the two of you chatting.
You looked over at Robin. She looked pretty tonight, she always does. You never understood how she couldn’t get a girlfriend. She was gorgeous, amazing, kind and the best friend anyone could ever ask for.
Your only guess was because people weren’t exactly accepting of Robin’s sexuality. You never understood it, it didn’t affect you, or anything you did, so why would it bother you? Why did it bother other people?
“You’re staring.” A voice whispered from behind you.
You turned to see Steve behind you. “Actually, I was lost in thought.”
“About Robin?” He asked, with a smirk as he sat down next to you.
You glanced over to your other side, where Robin was but she hadn’t heard Steve. She was locked in conversation with Nancy.
“Just still confused how she hasn’t got a girlfriend.” You shrugged. “I know how great she is, anyone would be lucky to have her.”
“Yeah, they really would.” Steve nodded. “And I think you both deserve some luck.”
Before you could ask Steve what he meant, he’d disappeared. You didn’t get it, why did you need luck?
You didn’t like Robin like that, you didn’t like girls like that.
You turned back to face her, to find her looking at you, Nancy had gone.
You looked into her eyes, her pretty eyes. She really was pretty.
Before you could comprehend what you were doing, you were leaning in to kiss her, but Robin moved out of the way.
“Not here.” She whispered in your ear. “Come with me.”
She grabbed your hand, leading you out of the house.
It wasn’t long before you ended up back at Robin’s house. She didn’t let go of you as she raced up to her bedroom.
As soon as the door closed behind her, her lips were on yours.
You’d never really imagined how it would feel to kiss her, but you knew this was better than anything you could have ever dreamed of.
The rest of the night seemed to pass like a blur.
The next thing you knew, it’s morning.
You wake up, the room seems unfamiliar to you for a second. This is Robin’s room. You sit up, you spot both yours and Robin’s clothes strewn across the floor.
Memories of last night came flooding back to you.
Robin’s lips on yours. How you didn’t wanna take your hands off her, even to get her clothes off.
“I can’t believe this is happening.” Robin had grinned at you, as she’d tugged at your shirt. Getting the message, you’d pulled it off.
“Neither can I. Now it’s your turn.” You grinned, Robin was quick to obey.
You sigh, knowing last night shouldn’t have happened. Not that you didn’t like Robin, you did. Well, you weren’t sure until last night, but you definitely liked her.
The problem was you weren’t as confident or as comfortable in your sexuality as her. Plus, you weren’t exactly 100% sure what you were into. Were you just into girls, or were you into both?
You knew you needed to figure this out, and it wasn’t fair to make Robin wait whilst you did.
You looked down at Robin, she was still sleeping with a smile on her face. As soon as you saw her, more memories flooded your brain.
Both of you were lay on Robin’s bed naked, having finally ridding each other of your clothes. She lay on top of you as you kissed. Your hands were entangled in her hair, as hers caressed your body.
She pulled away from the kiss, making you groan.
“I’ve always wondered how you tasted here.” She said, running her thumb slowly over your lips. “Now that I know, I wanna find out how you taste here.”
You gasped, as her hands travelled down your body. She stopped at the top of your thighs. She looked at you, clearly asking permission.
You nod, unable to speak. Robin’s actions leaving you breathless. She leaned down toward your face again, but stayed just far enough away that you couldn’t kiss her.
“I need you to use your words, baby.” She whispered. The way she called you baby made you blush. “What do you want?”
“I….I want you to taste me.”
“Good girl.” Robin grinned. She gave you a quick kiss, before trailing kisses down your body. Each one sending a spark of electricity through you.
Once she reached your thighs, she stopped before spreading them apart. You knew you were a mess down there, Robin excited you.
“So pretty, just like I imagined.” Her voice low. “Look how wet you are for me, you wanted this just as much as me, huh baby?”
Robin taking charge, calling you baby, it turned you on and you couldn’t help the moan that fell from your lips.
You shook your head, as if to rid yourself of the thought, as Robin began to stir. You panicked, you couldn’t look at her right now.
You tried to get dressed and leave before she could fully wake up. You knew you sucked for this, but you couldn’t help it.
Robin woke before you could finish getting dressed.
“Y/N?” That half asleep voice of hers was so sexy.
‘Dammit Y/N. Stop it.’ You thought to yourself. ‘You can’t do this to her.’
You looked at her once you were dressed, she looked just as beautiful as last night. More memories flooded back to you.
Robin licking your folds whilst curling her fingers inside your cunt. When she hit the right spot, a guttural moan spilt out of you, as you tugged on her hair.
“Fuck Robin.” You groaned.
Robin’s tongue disappeared from your folds, but another finger entered you.
“You like that baby? That make you feel good?”
You nodded, unable to speak through the immense pleasure.
She smirked as you continued to moan, and sped up the pace. “How about now?” She asked. “Does my baby like that?”
“Y….yes. Oh god yes.” You’d managed to get out. “Fuck Robin.”
“That’s it, moan for me.”
Robin had called you hers. You couldn’t do this.
“Are you leaving?” She sounded disappointed and hurt. It broke your heart to be the one to do this to her.
“Look, Robin. I’m sorry. But last night shouldn’t have happened.” You said, not looking at her. You wanted to, but everytime you did, you thought about last night.
“I thought you wanted it.” Her voice cracked, making your heart ache.
“Robin, believe me when I say I had fun last night, last night was amazing.” You said, hoping to reassure you. “This is about me, I can’t do this to you.”
“Do what to me?” She asked, as she got out of bed. She pulled on her clothes before trying to step toward you.
You stepped away, you couldn’t be too close to her.
“Make you wait. I don’t know what I want, what I like.” You explained. “I know I like you, but I don’t know if I like just girls or both, and I need to figure that out.”
“Then let me help you.”
You tried to look at her.
“You taste so good, baby. Wanna taste yourself?” Robin asked, slowly making her way back up to you but her fingers stayed inside.
You nodded, unable to speak. “Words, I need words.”
“Yes…. Yes.” You’d managed to pant.
She kissed you hastily, her tongue dancing in your mouth. Soon, your tongues were battling for dominance.
“Ready to taste me?” She asked, as she pulled away.
“God yes. Let me taste you.”
“I like it when you beg.” She whispered, as she rolled you both over, so you were on top of her.
“I, I can’t do this.” You said, turning to leave. “I don’t think we should see each other for a bit Rob, I’m sorry.”
Your hand was on the door handle when Robin spoke. “Y/N, wait.”
“Look, I get you don’t want more, I don’t understand it, but I can get it.” She said. “But I can’t lose my best friend. It’s too much.”
“Robin, I’m sorry.”
You hadn’t heard her move, but suddenly her hand was on yours, and she stood in front of you. You stepped back.
“Look, if I have to choose between forgetting the best night of my life or losing my best friend forever, then I'll forget the best night of my life.” She said. “You’re too important to me.”
“But that’s the problem, I can’t.” You said. “Every time I look at you, all I can think of is last night. But I can’t expect you to wait.”
“But you know you like me, right?” She asked, you nodded in confirmation. “Then the rest doesn’t matter. All you need to know is you like me.”
She stepped towards you again, but you didn’t move away. “Over time, you’ll figure out what you like, but all we need to know right now is we like each other. Can we at least give this a shot?”
You knew you couldn’t help those eyes, those adorable puppy dog eyes. She was right, what else did you need? Robin was always right.
In response, you pulled her closer to you before kissing her. She kissed back.
“So, that’s a yes, right?” She asked, as she pulled away. “I need words, baby.”
“Oh, god yes. Especially if you keep calling me baby.”
She pulled you into another passionate kiss.
Robin deserves all the love so I hope you like it.
omegaverse byler where mike preents during the eighteen months between s4 and s5
and presenting, especially for alpha women and omega men, is incredibly painful. for the first few days of it there’s nothing but pain. the need for sex comes a few days later
karen keeps mike in his room, not letting anyone but herself in in case mike goes feral, increasingly worried because the fever and the pain just arent going away and her baby is sobbing into his pillow and theres nothing she can do about it :(
but then at night on the fourth day of this, mike sneaks out of his bedroom and downstairs, trying to find will(who hasnt presented yet)
in the process, he wakes up both will AND jonathan, the older byers trying to clumsily guide mike back upstairs, but mike is adamant on getting to will instead. he curls up in will’s arms and all the tension in his body deflates as he immediately falls back asleep — really sleeping, not the restless shit thats been going on for the past few days
jonathan keeps watch of the two boys, warning will that mike needs to go back to his room soon, but when jonathan tries to move mike a few minutes later, mike bursts into tears and jonathan is forced to let him stay so mike’s loud sobbing doesnt wake up the whole damn house
will shushes mike back into sleep, not even noticing the protective flare in his chest when jonathan tried to take his omega mike away, too focused on soothing the boy in his arms
mike wakes up in the morning hot and sweating and soaking his thighs in slick and whimpering will’s name and feeling so empty and exhausted
will wakes up and immediately notices whats happening, trying to shush mike again but that only makes the boy whimper more, so he slots one of his legs between mike’s thighs to cool him down
it works for a few minutes, mike sagging back into the blankets, until he starts to feel worse again and begins grinding against will’s thigh(much to will’s horror because oh my god my heart cant handle this) and moaning will’s name again
jonathan wakes up and immediately takes action by dragging mike away, trying to calm him down as mike starts shrieking and sobbing for will. and then will starts trying to grab mike back, wanting to feel mike with him and never let him go
nancy runs downstairs, having heard the commotion, and holds will back as jonathan drags mike upstairs to his room. mike sobs and whines and wails and tells jonathan hes being mean and jonathan feels his heart break because this kid hes known for years is sobbing in front of him and he cant help mike because mike cant see will right now
jonathan assures mike that he can see will later and tells him to just rest. then jonathan leaves the room and locks the door
downstairs, will is going through his own presentation and nancy is trying to help him through it(being an alpha herself). will sobs into his blankets and nancy lets will hold the blankets mike was using last night to placate the boy with mikes scent, and it helps for a while. jonathan comes back downstairs and gawks at his newly presented brother who is clearly an alpha
then will starts moaning for mike and growling at the older teenagers and begging them to bring his omega back to him, and nancy calmly tells him no, but once you get out of your rut you can see him
nancy drags jonathan upstairs because will needs some time alone. and will immediately starts grinding his cock against the blankets mike’s slick got on, taking deep breaths of mike’s scent and moaning mike’s name until he comes
will waits in the basement until the next night where he exits the house and then climbs to mike’s window, where mike was fucking himself on three fingers and moaning will’s name, unable to sleep
they collide and will drops down between mike’s legs, licking up all the slick and fucking his tongue inside the omega to make more slick gush from his hole. mike produces more and more slick for will to drink up and comes onto will’s face over and over again
then will slides his cock into mike’s soaked hole and thrusts roughly and fast and mike just keeps gushing more slick around will’s cock and makes obscene squelching noises as he moans
will knots deep inside him while kissing mike silly and promising pups while mike moans and nods and smiles and moans some more
once the knot finished, will eats him out a few more times, promising to knot inside mike as many times as mike wanted
but then the older teenagers realize that will wasnt in the basement and go drag will away
once their rut and heat was over, will was mortified and mike was fully content, so excited to be carrying will’s babies, and nancy has to assure will that everything’s okay and then mike goes downstairs to throw his arms around will with the most ecstatic smile ever
or in which the full moon arises during camping trip and its breeding season
tags: MDNI, probably ooc! since hes not out yet started writing this before he got cancelled😭, big werewolf bf, established relationship, transformation, size difference, knotted breeding
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The warm sunrays flooded over the valley you'd claimed as a campsite, preparing to shield the both of you in darkness. "Isn't the sunset pretty?" Valko murmured against your hair, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. The feeling tickled your back as he held you close, arms folded around you.
Your fingers trailed the broad expanse of his bicep as you murmured a response, sinking deeper against his chest. The night had barely ended, but setting up the tent and fire had taken it all out of you. He didn't press for a deeper answer, simply pulling you closer to nuzzle into your hair.
"You're prettier," he reiterated, a whisper of fact almost meant for no one. Words weren't needed when you were wrapped in his grasp under the setting sun. You stayed like that for a while; for so long you hadn't even noticed the sun fading into streaks of moonlight. You'd been planning this camping trip for months, so you thought you'd covered everything, but there was one thing you forgot.
As the moon flooded over Valko, his body went stiff. Usually he could control his transformation, especially around you, but your scent... It had changed in mere moments, warm and heady. He took a long deep drag, head swimming. His steady breaths turned suddenly shallow, hot air puffing against your neck. “What’s got into you?” you giggled as his breath tickled your ears. The deep breaths turned into rumbling huffs, hot and wet.
"Sweetheart..." he snarled low and slow, his grip tightening. Your eyes fluttered in confusion, snapping open as you met his glowing gaze. Each breath was laboured as he stared down at you, a wicked grin splitting across his face. Before you could react, he lunged for you, all tongue and fangs. A growl spilt from his lips as he delved into your collarbone, nose dragging against the skin. "You smell delicious." His wolf ears sprouted out from his hair, already parting in curious pleasure as he inhaled your scent.
The light of the full moon painted your writhing form in stark white as his muscles bulged, practically doubling in size. You fell to the soft grass as he folded over you, each breath a ragged growl. His massive arms caged you in on either side, steam puffing from his nostrils as he gazed down at you with the dark glint of hunger in his eyes.
You'd seen him like this when he was hunting, but never at your face. Despite yourself, you scrambled backwards, nails digging in the dirt. Your heart raced as his sharp eyes pierced you for barely a moment. That was all he needed. With a massive leap, he was over you in an instant. The ground shook to the very core as he landed, looming over you. "No, no," he lowly warned; his voice was on the verge of the sweetness you knew but tinged with that vibrating growl. "Don't worry, puppy," he darkly laughed. "Not going to hurt you... just need to fill you up."
He ducked his head down to press a kiss to your lips, or tried to at least. His lips moved clumsily in this form, tongue thrashing against your own in a biting mess. It was mostly scraping your face and fucking into your mouth. You choked on his invading tongue, whining against the intrusion. Each breath was a laboured growl, loaded with intent to devour.
"You taste so good, so sweet," he heaved, breathless as his tongue explored your mouth. "I can almost taste how ready you are," he snarled, pulling your legs up against his. His claws tore away at your pants, exposing your sopping cunt. "Almost."
The forest practically shook with the sounds of his sloppy grunts and growls as his tongue dove inside you like a twisting cock, thick like every part of him after transformation. Your torso fell back against his legs as he lifted your lap to his lips, drinking you down. Every time he jostled you, his throbbing cock pulsed underneath, reminding you of what's to come. His claws dug into the plush of your hips as he dragged you closer, surely drawing blood, but the pain mixed with the pleasure in a dizzying sensation.
"This pussy," he snarled between slurps of your juices, breathless. "Gods, I need to fill it." He lifted you up with one arm while the other ripped away at his pants, letting his cock spring out. It was already big when he was calm, but the scent and taste of your whole combined with the need to breed made his head spin. The knot shone almost teasingly in the moonlight, thickest at its base.
"You see that cock, pup?" he whispered in your ear, licking the shell. As he hoisted you in the air, the viscous mix of his spit and your wetness trickled down your thigh to the ground below. He ran his tongue up the side of your thigh, trailing the path. "I'm going to fuck you with it." He snarled, dam of restraint broken.
He didn't even put you down; he just planted his feet and thrust. The first pump knocked the wind out of you, legs curling around him as he howled to the moon. You couldn't form words or thoughts, your mind punctured by the tip of his cock ramming so far inside you. His deep growls were insatiable, each grunt more frantic than the last as he bounced you up and down on his length. "Feels so good, puppy," he groaned, one hand on the back of your head while the other cupped your ass.
Each pump sent his knot slamming against you, the vibrations making your hole clench deliciously tight. Valko's usual rambled praises were lost to growls that were feral at this point, snarling in your ear as he pistoned inside of you. There was no room for words or taking things slow, only taking them deep.
Squirt covered the forest floor as he slammed you back down on his length, a guttural growl erupting from his lips. He fucked you straight through it, speed increasing if anything. His hands hungrily roamed your body, messily looking for any handhold to get deeper inside of you. You let out a squeal as he bit down into your shoulder, just enough to start drawing blood.
"Mine." He growled through grunts, licking the wound even as he pummelled into you. "Mine to breed, I'm going to – fuck!"
When Valko was close to cumming, he pounded you hard and fast.
You could barely hold onto him as he leant over, still pumping his cock inside as he hungrily licked whatever skin he could reach. "I'm going to fill you up," he rambled with a groan, eyes rolling back.
Anybody else coming through the forest might've worried someone was getting torn to pieces by a hungry animal, but it was just the sound of your boyfriend unloading a month's worth of hot breeding cum into you. You settled on the ground, his knot throbbing inside as he affectionately licked your face, softer now as his mind's haze dispersed.
"I didn't hurt you, did I, puppy?" He murmured, cupping your face, "I got a little carried away." His voice had turned hoarse from the night of growling, but he went back to softness, as if he weren't just rattling your insides.
"Next time you can breed me in the bed," you giggled, pressing a kiss to his lips.
tags & content: NSFW, rape/non-con, sexual content, female reagent reader, physical assault, pussy slapping, rough fingering, impaled (by the drill), minor gore, size difference, (implied) reader death but it’s very much open ended
With each task you completed, blood slick with fingers, you could always tell when Mother Gooseberry was nearby. The incessant drilling noise punctuated the air like an alarm, your ears often shifting focus to strain for how close she was. It almost seemed like mannequins leered at you when you tore their bodies off after releasing the mechanism, faces splattered with blood and paint worn off over time.
It was difficult to get a good grip on them when your fingers were covered in blood, their heads twitching and twisting and calling out with their shrill, high pitched voices.
“Mommy! Mommy!”
Your breathing deepened, navigating through the thick fog of darkness. Complete stealth was never an option during these types of trials. If the child mannequins weren’t spitting out deranged remarks, they were screaming out garbled, shrill laughter, their voice boxes crackled and piercing.
The pig tailed mannequin’s mouth dropped open erratically. “Help me! Over here!”
With a sigh of relief, you make it into the light, though you’re not stupid enough to drop your guard. You peer cautiously over the wooden railings, eyeing the two sets of staircases that would lead to the fabricated garden outside. The awaiting van’s doors are cracked open, waiting for another child of God to be dropped into its empty space. You suck in a sharp breath.
Just one more child, and you’ll be free of this trial. The child’s head snaps past your shoulder.
“Yeah, get ‘em!” It screams, its voice elated and shrill. “Kill ‘em!”
You know their movements are automated, but it’s the sudden change in tone that makes your hairs stand on edge immediately. The drill seemed to erupt with piercing noise beside your ear, a shadow falling across your form before you can realise what’s going on. Your heart leaps into your throat, thoughts bouncing at a hundred miles per hour.
How? How did she move so quietly—
“You wicked child!” Gooseberry yells in a ragged gasp, and you feel the firm smack of the Futterman drill bash into the side of your face. The sharp metal of the sides of the tool instantly cuts open sharp scratches on your face, the force from her arm alone sending you flying. Pain erupts in your temple as you land head first, a shocked choke tearing from your lips.
You can barely hear the shrill, nasally voice of the Futterman drill barking insults. “Watch where you swings me, you daft cow! I’m dizzy!”
The mannequins clatters hard to the ground somewhere near you, erupting into glitched, manic giggles and laughter.
Blood pools near your lips, breaths coming out in short puffs. The impact from hitting the floor had knocked the wind out of you, pain spiralling up your arm as Gooseberry’s fingers pinch into your limb, twisting you roughly onto your back.
Blood trickles back into your nose, and you splutter.
“Oh, Daddy, the children!” She cries, her voice filled with horror. You grit your teeth and buck, but Gooseberry’s sheer size makes moving her a difficult task, only serving to create a series of dark, purpled finger prints against your arm in the future. Her grip is like iron. “My sweet, poor children!”
“Let me at ‘em, Phyllis, let me at ‘em.”
Your head is pounding, but your struggles turn into cowardly shrinking when the bill of the Futterman drills snaps open with a crazed laugh, the bloodied tip hovering near your face. You let out a frightened shriek, snapping your eyes shut as your blood runs cold. No, please. Not like this.
“Right through those fuckin’ eyes! Cleans ‘em out from the inside!”
“No,” you plead, your chest collapsing inward. You told yourself you’d stay strong, that you could cling onto any shred of bravery or courage you forced yourself to harbour, but it was all collapsing in on you. You’d end up like one of those corpses in the orphanage, a gaping hole in your skull. “Don’t, please…”
Your pleas fall on deaf ears, with Gooseberry too deep in her emotions towards the children, and now, the apparent wrongdoing of Futterman.
“Daddy, language in front of the children!”
The drill’s eyes even narrow in contempt, swinging round to look at Phyllis with a harsh, flapping mouth. The mannequin is still sprawled out on the floor, giggling more softly now.
“Go fuck yourself.”
The air races from your lungs. In the short window you have before Futterman is drilled through your eye socket, you reach blindly for the brick you had carried around, bloodied fingers clutching it tight. Gooseberry hardly has a moment to realise what you’re doing before you swing as hard as you can, the weapon smashing against the side of her face.
She let’s out a guttural scream, her form jerking off of you and releasing the death grip attached to your arm. In an instant, you scramble to your feet, throwing yourself down the stairs. Your legs had gone weak in seconds only, knees sweeping out from under you. You just barely manage to catch yourself against the wall on time before you’re flying down the last set of stairs, shoes slapping against the ground.
Gooseberry’s anger simmers, you can tell, flying into an enraged state. She screams as she stomps down after you, following your darting form deeper into the orphanage.
“You lets ‘em get away, you stupid bitch!” You can hear Futterman berating, his words harsh and spiteful. “Charge! Faster!”
Disorientated in the dark, your hands are shaking so fiercely that it’s difficult to get your night vision goggles over your eyes. By the time you do, legs stuttering as you register where you are, it’s too late. Fingers twist violently in your hair, yanking your head back with enough force to make your neck ache. You cry out, hands flying, but the position leaves your feet scraping for balance, and you know you won’t be able to get the upper hand.
With a final, rough tug, your tailbone hits the ground with enough force to send a painful shock wave up your spine.
“Bad girl,” Gooseberry pants, her voice a ragged, mocking coo. “Very, very bad girl.”
Your teeth clench, legs kicking uselessly as she drags you into the light by your messy tufts of hair. The strands tug painfully at your scalp, a searing pain making your expression twist. When she dumps you unceremoniously onto the ground, you can’t muster the strength to run again. Your body throbs in aches and pains, trying to press your spine flat into the grimy floorboards instead.
“Bad children need punishment, don’t they, Doctor Daddy?” She murmurs, those sickly eyes surrounded by her flesh mask glancing at the puppet perched on her hand. “Oh, what should we do?”
“Drills her fucking teeth in!” Futterman roars, bobbing in glee. Gooseberry’s lips purse in a mocking pout, considering the suggestion with a calmer temper than she’d had just moments ago. Her hand is already reaching for your hip, and you feel her fingers tugging incessantly at the fabric.
You gasp, your squirming instantly jump started.
“Mother thinks we should learn together,” she hums in delight, shifting over you so she can easily manhandle you back into the ground. Your hand grasps at her wrist, nails digging in, but it doesn’t stop her from tearing your trousers and panties down to your ankles. “You just need a lesson in good behaviour, child. Don’t you? I’ll forgive you. You just need correction. Yes, correction. Like all naughty children.”
Humiliation burns your face. You keep trying to close your legs, to stop yourself from being exposed, but you always underestimated just how strong this deranged woman was. You shriek, arms shaking from the exertion of trying to push her off. Your mind suddenly flashes with rationality.
For a second, you think, is this better? Is this the alternative to being drilled full of gory holes, to spend your last living moments with the agony of a drill driving through your guts? The thought of enduring something like this in exchange for your life makes tears track freely down your bloody cheeks.
Futterman glares wearily at her. “Phyllis, you fucking slut.”
Sensing your moment of hesitation, Gooseberry clings onto the fantasy that you’re coming around, her head nodding vigorously. Her palm suddenly slaps your exposed pussy, and you let out a shocked yelp. Your legs automatically try to snap shut, fire burning along the back of your throat.
“No, no,” you beg, trying to wiggle out of her grasp. “Please, stop. Please, I’m sorry. I won’t do—”
With a frustrated grunt, Gooseberry buries the whirring drill straight into your inner thigh. The scream that erupts from your lips is so loud it makes your ears ring. She pushes her weight hard into your thigh, keeping it spread as sticky blood pools around your impaled flesh and drips onto the floor; she’s hovering over you in a way that makes it impossible to close your other leg, rendering you at her mercy.
The stars don’t leave your vision, ragged sobs tearing from your burning lungs. Gooseberry’s head tilts, letting out a mocking coo. The drill isn’t spinning; you’re not sure when it stopped.
“See? You should listen to Mother. Mother knows what’s best.”
“Tastes like dirts and grime! Yuck!”
“Daddy, don’t talk with your mouth full.”
Another slap against your pussy snaps you back from your growing daze, vision lighting once more. She exercises no restraint with the force of her hand, palm striking your sensitive flesh and sending fresh, wilting stings through your firing nerves. The force is so hard that it sends painful vibrations straight to the drill embedded in your thigh, the impaled flesh flaring with agony.
Each slap makes your body jerk, your breath hitch, her hand rising and falling in a brutal rhythm.
“My beautiful babies did nothing wrong,” she gasps. “Mother just wants to look after them! Protect them!”
Her eyes are glued to the space between your legs. Each hard smack hits your clit, and your eyes squeeze shut from the continued pressure. You weren’t even sure it would be possible to feel anything when you’re drowning violently in this much pain. Shame bubbles in your throat when the next slap makes you jolt, hitting your clit just right. An involuntary moan escapes your lips. Whether of pain or pleasure, you don’t know, and it doesn’t matter.
Gooseberry’s eyes crinkle in delight. “Oh, naughty little girl. Mommy knows, Mommy knows…”
Her fingers poke and prod at your flesh, as though she’s assessing the damage. Your pussy is red and sore, and each shift of your body presses the drill against impaled flesh, and your whole body lights up with tension. The lights shining above you are becoming streaky and blurry. It’s like torture, the pain lulling you deep into unconsciousness, only for Gooseberry to drag you straight back up.
A sobbed moan releases from your lungs when she forces her fingers inside of you. She doesn’t care for your comfort, roughly plunging them in and out in a relentless, jarring rhythm. The lack of lubrication makes your eyes widen; it feels like she’s trying to tear your dry walls apart. You realise she’s not doing it for you, though. Her own chest is rising and falling erratically now, her body shuddering subtly as though waves of pleasure are wringing through her.
You hate the way she’s eyeing you, with depraved lust in her eyes, and she finally pushes her fingers as deep as they can go, until her knuckles press against abused flesh. Her sigh is ecstatic, trembling through her, her eyes fluttering shut weakly. Tears blur your vision, and when you blink hard, it doesn’t seem to go away.
With a wet squelch, the Futterman drill is mercilessly ripped out of your flesh, the overwhelming pain sweeping you under almost immediately. Wet blood slicks your skin, a sticky pool that fills the air with an acrid, metallic scent. In your fuzzy ears, just before you lose your strength, it’s Futterman’s shrill voice you hear for the last time.
“Let me in that whore’s cunt next, Phyllis, I gots to clean all that nasty rot out! Grimy fuck.”
