#the eyes i tore out are looped behind my head like shoelaces .

[silphilis]

im so sad !! cries cries cries

[atmostories]

Greg Tolan x Reader

What is this bullshit you may ask? I don’t fucking know, I’ve managed to reign it in as just a one shot and thought you might enjoy reading it? Rest assured Chapter Six of Matter is coming. My heart needed a little break cos it’s hurting me lol. Speaking of hurting. . . Tags: Rape/Non Con, Gender Neutral, Sadism, Masochism, Injury, Dom/sub Undertones, BDSM Elements, Explicit  Inspired by this video from @winksasleeplesseye​ and the lovely @kingkarate​ x - - - You tried not to tense when you spotted Greg coming down the corridor with his buddies in tow. Grabbing another textbook from your locker, you kept your head down, hoping that he wouldn't notice you. But of course. . .you weren't that lucky. “How's the little tulip doing today, hmm?” He asked sarcastically before snatching the textbook from your hand. He was leaning up against the lockers, making a show of flicking through the pages. You swallowed nervously, your eyes flicking down his body before you could stop yourself. At least his buddies weren't with him anymore to see you checking him out. Fuck that would have been bad.

When he turned his attention back to your direction, you lowered your head. Sometimes looking him in the eye seemed to antagonise him, other times- “Look at me,” he ordered softly. You stilled at the quiet authority in his voice and immediately obeyed him. A smirk twitched up his lips. He then purposefully dropped the textbook onto the ground. Greg crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows, expectant of you picking it up. Your cheeks flushed with heat and his smile only widened. As you crouched down and were about to pick up the textbook, he spoke again. “Oh and tie my shoelaces while you're down there.” Blood rushed to your ears. For a few moments you couldn't move, was he really asking you to do this? In front of everyone walking past? “I'm not going to tell you again.” The threat was clear, if you looked up from the floor he would probably be clenching his fists. With shaky hands you reached for one of his sneakers which was untied. You made the first knot, ensuring that it wasn't too tight or too loose. Then you carefully tied together the two loops you'd made before tying the loops again to make it extra secure. Your face was hot as you took to your feet, nerves swirling in your gut. You hoped you'd done a good enough job. “Forgetting something?” The amusement was evident in his words. You looked down, checking to see if his other sneaker was tied when you noticed the textbook was still on the floor, you hadn't picked it up. You quickly bent down and grabbed it, trying to ignore the growing embarrassment. As you stood up, your head bashed into the locker door and you grunted in pain. Your eyes were watering from how much it hurt. His expression changed into something more serious, the amusement had completely gone from his face but it wasn't replaced by pity. It wasn't that at all. For a brief second his lips parted open and you could have sworn he looked down at your mouth. “Good thing I needed this,” he mumbled, taking the textbook from your hand. He brushed past you without another word and you watched him stalk off down the corridor, somehow disappointed that he had left. - - - Over the next few days, you only saw Greg in passing, once in the cafeteria, another time on the soccer field during gym class. It felt. . .strange for him not to come find you like he always did. You didn't know what the fuck was wrong with you. It should have been something to celebrate and here you were, still wondering where he was. That must have been the self-preservation, it wasn't like you actually missed him. It couldn't have been that. For third period biology class, you got your usual seat at the back. This was the only class you had with Greg and the anticipation of seeing him again had you on edge. You shared the desk with Nick and when he sat down next to you, he mumbled a greeting and you said hi back. There was less than a minute to go before class officially started and Greg still hadn't turned up. You looked back and forth between the clock and the door. Was he sick or something? Maybe he was skipping class for once or- Your heart twinged as he strolled into the classroom. He was wearing jeans, a bright blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and those stupid fingerless gloves. Staring at his sneakers, you were glad to see both his shoelaces were tied. Why were his feet still getting closer? He was second row from the front, he was. . .he was glaring at Nick, gesturing for him to get lost. Nick immediately shot up from his chair and found an empty seat elsewhere. Fuck, fuck, why was he sitting down next to you? He flashed you his teeth in a wide grin as he sat down beside you. “Miss me?” He teased. You slipped a hand down to your chair, about to shift as far from him as possible, but he stuck out a leg, his foot wrapping around one of the chair legs to prevent you from moving. “Don't be rude,” he chided softly. Before he could say anything else, your teacher started the class and began to talk about next week's pop quiz. Suddenly your chair was yanked in his direction and you had to grab onto the desk before you lost your balance. He had just dragged you even closer to him. You focused on the blackboard behind the teacher even though you could feel his eyes trying to burn a hole into you. In the corner of your eye, you watched him slowly peel off his gloves and tried not to think about how big his hands were. When your teacher rolled out the television and turned on a documentary about photosynthesis, you were relieved that you wouldn't actually have to talk to him. With the blinds closed and lights turned off, the documentary started playing at an uncomfortably loud volume. It wasn't like you could ignore how close he was, but maybe you could relax a little. After only a couple of minutes, your luck ran out yet again. You froze in sheer panic when he grabbed onto your wrist and placed your arm on his thigh. His grip only tightened as you tried to break free. Using his other hand, he slowly pulled up the sleeve of your sweater until it was bunched up above your elbow. You attempted to wrench away your arm for the second time but he held you steady. He was completely unfazed by your desperate movements. The strength he had never felt so acute, you've never felt so weak. His fingers traced down the soft flesh of your forearm, and for a brief moment you registered pleasure. He then pinched at your skin and twisted. Somehow you managed to hold back a cry of pain. You gritted your teeth as he twisted even harder and you clenched your eyes shut. Fuck it hurt. An unsteady breath escaped you when he finally stopped. The reprieve lasted only a couple of seconds before he moved further down your arm and pinched you again. Without thinking, you reached over and grabbed his hand to try and stop him. He responded by pulling back one of your fingers, threatening to break it. “Put your arm on the desk,” he murmured in your ear. He spoke the words so softly you almost shuddered. The contrast between the comforting sound of his voice and the pain he was inflicting made you feel confused. An ache in your heart seemed to dissipate outwards before moving down to your gut, and in between your legs. When you didn't immediately comply, he wrenched your finger back a little more. You did as he asked and laid out your arm on the desk. There was nothing you could do. If you called out to the teacher, he'd just make it worse for you later. He was in complete control and you didn't understand why part of you felt gratified by it. “That's good,” he whispered, shifting his grip on your wrist. Arousal coiled in your gut and your eyes widened at the sensation. What the fuck was wrong with you? Why were you- He pinched and twisted the skin above the crux of your elbow so hard that you had to bring your hand to your mouth and bite down on your knuckle. You were able to muffle the cry that escaped you. If the TV wasn't so loud, someone would have heard. But no one did. No one knew what he was doing to you, and even if they did, they wouldn't do a damn thing. The pressure of sinking your teeth around your knuckle was almost balancing out the pain in your arm. “What did I say?” He reminded you. Turning towards him, you could still make out his face even with the blinds closed. “Please,” you begged, shaking your head at him. “Please.” He raised his eyebrows like he was waiting for the correct response. It made you think of the other day, when he said that he wasn't going to tell you again. You laid your arm out flat on the desk, splaying your fingers wide. “Don't look away from me,” he ordered. You stared helplessly at his dark eyes. He immediately resumed, he pulled and twisted your skin, continuously finding undamaged flesh to inflict more agony. A constant stream of soft grunts and whines kept bubbling up your throat and there was no way for you to hold them back. You couldn't take in a proper breath, he didn't stop. He didn't stop at all. Your eyes were watering, the tears spilt freely down your cheeks. His mouth was parted open like he was enjoying you suffer. Your toes were curled, your feet started to drag back and forth across the floor trying find purchase. He hooked his leg around both of yours to pin them against the chair and stop you from moving. Any relief you tried to seek, he tore it away. You were shaking. His fingers kept finding the most sensitive parts of your arm. It hurt so much, it hurt so fucking much. He never looked away from you. Your lips were trembling. You were light headed. You couldn't take in enough air. It was like he was tearing you apart. It was like he- A gasp escaped you when his hand reached in between your legs and he squeezed. An intense shot of pleasure ripped through you and your thighs clenched against him. Your body shook. Oh fuck, oh fuck you just came. He rubbed against you for a few moments before he pulled away. You watched him in horror, not understanding what happened, barely able to think past the throb in between your legs. He smiled at you softly. “My little tulip hmm, I knew you liked it too.”