#tw: rape m

[biillys]

yo the idea of billy throwing basketball games simply becos fuck jason carver uhh this got long oops

like. okay. so billy and eddie are outside at a party one night, it's cold as fuck, it's winter, the party's raging inside, but billy's like yeah fuck that. lets go smoke up outside. and drags eddie out there, pulling up some pool lounge chairs to lay on while they talk about nothing and everything.

then like. the back door swinging open and chrissy and jason stumbling out, chrissy looking on the verge of tears and jason looking like jason always does. so fucking cool calm and collected, talking so placating down on chrissy like she's the one being unreasonable.

chrissy not even trying to talk back because what's the point. it's never got her anywhere.

and jason gets so frustrated by her lack of answers, the way she won't even look at him, the way she keeps fucking crying, like he's the bad guy, that he grabs her by the arm, maybe shakes her a little. tries to get her to realise she's being dramatic, the she's the problem here.

eddie and billy watching on from their front row seats, both of them having seen this story played out before so many times, from when they were so so young. and chrissy's so fucking good, okay. eddie, who doesn't even fuck with this crowd, knows this. has had the fattest fucking heart eyes for her since middle school. and billy's just like. chrissy cunningham is like. fucking sunshine. who the fuck would ever want to hurt the thing that lights up the room, lights up the entire fucking world.

chrissy asks jason to let go. jason grips her tighter. eddie edges slowly off his seat, and billy throws his joint to the ground and sits up.

"yo, carver. she asked you to let go."

jason and chrissy turning to them instantly, finally realising that they're there.

jason lets go like he's been burned. chrissy hugs herself close.

"come on, chrissy. let's go back inside," he says, eyeing the town fucking freak and their high schools ex basketball captain–forcefully demoted after too many fuck ups and detentions–before reaching over to grab her hand, trying to pull her in.

chrissy twists her hand out of his grip and takes a step back, and billy finally pushes out of his chair, him and eddie coming up to stand behind her.

"or," billy starts, "you go inside, and us three will stay right here."

jason looks at them all, chrissy looking so small between them, and watches as she slowly takes another step back, standing almost shoulder to shoulder with the boys.

he laughs, feeling fucking insane. jesus christ, he's given chrissy the world, the last few years of his life, his entire fucking future, and she's out here crying and running into billy hargrove and eddie munson's arms, like they could do anything for her.

"you made the wrong choice tonight, chrissy, and you know it. i'll pick you up for school on monday, and we'll talk about it," he parts with, eyeing the guys one last time before walking back inside.

chrissy letting out the breath she was holding the second the door closes before turning around to face the two people behind her.

"thank you," she croaks out, and before she can even try and leave, eddie's offering her a seat.

"it's okay. there's only two chairs, and i should start walking home anyway."

"two chairs, three of us–the math adds up," billy counts on fingers, pushing eddie down onto one of the lounges before jamming himself beside him, eddies arm wrapping around his waist automatically and billy squirming around to get comfortable. eddie looks up to her then, face apologetic, then rolls a hand out to wave at the now free seat beside them.

chrissy looks at them, the house, the side gate, the chair, then back at them. cautiously, she basically tip toes to the chair before slowly sitting down then curling up, dragging the towel that billy was using as a blanket over her.

"by the way, there is not a chance you are walking home. have you seen this fuck up town? people like your boyfriend exist, okay. fuck that. if you don't want me or munson here to drive you, then i'm calling in heather, okay?"

"heather will eat her alive," eddie cuts in, sounding alarmed.

billy elbows him, "heather waters plants. she knows how to be delicate when the situation calls for it."

eddie looks at chrissy then, at the way her hands are still shaking and her eyes are still glassy, and thinks, yeah. this is a delicate situation.

okay then the idea of chrissy and jason not breaking up because nothings ever that simple, but sometimes when eddie passes her in the halls, she smiles at him, even says hi to him occasionally. sits next to him in class once when their teacher said to hell with the seating arrangement, and eddie has a slight breakdown and bails halfway through class to go smoke up behind the school. and sometimes at cheer practice, when the guys also have basketball practice, billy gets benched (on purpose) and comes over to hang out. maybe even tries to learn a few cheers before reallsing his legs can not and will not ever bend that way, no matter how many times chrissy and carol try to show him.

and maybe one day, things really fucking spiral, and chrissy doesn't know what to do. doesn't have a single person to turn to or call for help or cry to. looks down at the positive pregnancy test in her hands and has flashbacks to the night she's tried so hard to forget, to block out, the night she never fucking wanted, and thinks. her entire life's over.

her mom will kill her, jason will lose his fucking mind, her family will probably disown her, she'll be kicked off the cheer squad, will probably have to drop out of school, and she can't even get rid of it because she doesn't know how.

doesn't have her own car to get there, doesn't have money saved up to pay for it, doesn't have private access to internet that her mom or the school doesn't monitor. and going anywhere local to even try find those answers is out of the question, with this town being so small and her mother knowing everyone, and everyone knowing her.

so. she goes through the motions and she gets ready for school, sits at the table as the rest of her family eats breakfast, and waits for jason to come pick her up. she sits passenger seat while he lets his christian playlist float out through the speakers, barely listening to a word he says as her tells her his plans for the day.

she makes it through first period then second then third, makes it all the way to lunch before she can't keep her stomach in control anymore and runs to the bathroom to throw up. she sits on the ground for a while before pushing herself up, and then in a moment of reckless bravery, she doesn't go to her second last class, but instead, she walks out the back of school, to where she's heard the rumours of eddie munson doing business, and thinks. she's really got nothing left to lose.

except when she turns up, it's not just eddie. it's eddie, and it's billy, and it's tommy hagen and carol perkins, and all four of them are smoking and laughing and looking like they don't have a worry in the world.

she looks at them and feels every bit of composure she had slipping, her eyes instantly wet.

billy spots her first, but eddies by her side in a second flat.

"are you okay? are you hurt? what happened?" eddie word vomits, his hands coming up to her face like he wants to touch her but holds back at last minute.

"did jason do something? 'cause i will fucking kill him. just say the word," billy looks around behind her, like jason's about to pop out, but when nothing happens, he focuses back on her.

she stands there a moment longer before shaking her head, then nodding, then cries harder.

"okay, well, this seems personal,"'carol states, dragging tommy by his hand and walking past them, "so i'm gonna let you guys sort out the damsel in distress, and me and tommy are gonna go fuck around under the bleachers. unless," she stops, pushing her way in front of billy slightly, "you want me to stay, and all the guys to go. 'cause if i say the word, they'll all leave. promise."

chrissy looks at her and thinks maybe, out of everyone, carol could be the best choice. surely the most sensible and most obvious. but for as much as she likes her and knows her, for some reason, she trusts eddie and billy more.

"i'm okay. you can go with tommy," she says softly, trying to smile lightly.

carol nods at her, then glares at the guys. "i find out you made her cry more, i'll kill you both."

"yes, ma'am."

"yes, boss."

okay then the idea of chrissy finally getting herself together enough to finally stumble her way into asking for a ride to planned parenthood, or even just to borrow one of their phones so she can research the information herself.

billy and eddie joining every dot together straight away and both being like. oh. we're gonna kill that mothefucker.

eddie being like you can have my phone, you can have my wallet, my car keys, my entire fucking heart. i'll give you the world, just ask.

and billy being like. jesus fucking christ. can you pretend to be like. smooth and casual for five seconds, she's literally having one of the worst days of her life.

billy and eddie spending the rest of school hours researching everything for her and eddie literally handing her all the cash she needs plus more, and billy calling to book the appointment for her, making sure it's a few towns over because he's not stupid, and them all figuring out a game plan to skip school that day. eddie has it the easiest, billy's got some wiggle room 'cause he's already a fuck up in his dad's eyes, so what's one more thing, but chrissy's like. terrified. but then she thinks about being pregnant and having an actual baby at the age of seventeen, who's father would be jason carver, and thinks. she can be brave for one day.

okay and then that happens, and it's emotional as fuck, and they all get super close etc

and then finally. the basketball aspect of this.

the idea of jason like. counting on basketball to get into college, like he's got his future mapped out, and basketball is apart of it. and billy's like. well obviously i'm gonna ruin this guy's whole fucking life.

like billy was captain, back when he first rolled into town, when harrington fell from grace, and he hated every second of it. fuck this town, fuck these people, fuck his dad, billy didn't want to play. so he fucked around, he read the school rules, he figured out what the lines were to get kicked off, and he toed them every day. but he was good enough that when he decided to put effort in, the team won. so coach never completely got rid of him. just stripped him of his captaincy and benched him a lot. and that was the way billy liked it.

but then billy's like. well jason's captain now, and all eyes are on him, scouts included. fuck yeah.

then the idea of like. billy putting effort into games again, bringing the team together seamlessly in a way jason never could, only to purposely throw games, occasionally getting all up in some other team members space and literally muttering to them their strategy, before taking the ball then passing it to patrick, completely ignoring jason who was open, then letting tommy take over.

the idea of billy literally sinking a basket for the other team when they were tied at the last minute, before turning around to high five the opposite team then flip the bird at his captain.

the idea of their coach like tearing his fucking hair out and dragging billy into a private meeting like what the fuck are you doing out there, hargrove? and billy being like. make me captain again and i'll stop riding the other teams dicks. and the coach being like. not a chance. and billy being like. it's either that or bench me, and you know i'm too good to bench. and coach being like. co-captain. i can make you co-captain. and that's it. and you need to start being a team player for this team. and billy's like. i'm on it, coach! [salute]

the idea of billy being the smuggest motherfucker alive, jason having to stand beside him as his equal, looking like it physically pains him.

the idea of like. a super important game happening, maybe they made it to the grand finales? idk basketball. either way, everyones like. surely billy won't throw this game. this game's important. it's crucial. there are college scouts. and billys like. i'm gonna let everyone shine that i deem worthy of shining, i'm gonna make sure tommy gets the ball, i'm gonna let patrick fucking blitz this shit, and then. right at the last moment possible. i'm gonna ruin it.

and the idea of jason like. losing his shit, like barging his way over to billy who's in the middle of literally hugging a guy from the other team, and billy turning to him with the smuggest look on his face like. so proud. and before jason can even throw a punch, billy's got him knocked down to the ground, jaw fucking cracked, and then billy's offering him a hand up, whispers 'have fun at college', before shoving him straight back down to the ground and stepping over him, walking away.

and like. ofcourse chrissy and eddie get together, and billy eddie and tommy form a band becos i said so, and chrissy has a bisexual awakening when she finally does meet heather, and they all stay the best of friends for ever and ever, and they never rly have to deal with jason ever again.

[honey-skulls]

Crazy how looking at g/ravity falls stuff all day long for weeks now, and still haven't seen a single com/pro/pedo/rape/incest ship thing, despite the show having fucked up things in it, which you'd think would attract them to use as defense/explanation for their ""dark romance""

Same for c/ult of the l/amb

Meanwhile, fandoms like p/okemon, m/lp, m/ario, k/irby etc are a fucking MINEFIELD

It's almost like it has nothing to do with "anti censorship", and everything to do with grooming kids, and mostly being into kids' spaces for it 🙃

[balkanradfem]

woman: /disagrees with something a m*n says

everyone: not only is she hysterical, insane, wrong, crazy, evil, selfish and cruel, but she deserves to be mass bullied, persecuted, tortured and violated in every possible way for what she’s done, she needs to face the Consequences!!!

m*n: /physically tortures a woman in the most intimate and traumatic way possible

everyone: well, punishing him would set up a dangerous precedent that rape of women is suddenly wrong, also it would hurt his career prospects, and anyway boys will be boys lets forgive him instantly and focus on what that woman might have done to bring this on herself!!

[cyber-neptune]

I really hate Megatron being portrayed as a massive creep and rapist

[samble-moved]

do you think transandrophobia truthers remember that their term was coined by a man proudly and openly into the sexually assault and corrective rape of lesbians and trans women (ft. a general misogyny kink) or do they just not care

[bodyhorrorbeatdown]

Body Horror Beatdown, Match 10, Round 1

Vote for your favorite:

Propaganda under the cut. (spoilers, bodywh0rer)

American Mary (cw: rape):

Appearances are everything. "Sexy, hot medical student gets traumatized and seeks revenge on her attacker. Sexy, hot girl tortures her attacker by practicing extreme body modifications on him. Creepy twins, woman wants to be a doll and gets her nipples removed and p*ssy sewed up, Betty Boop lookalike."

"Literally a movie about an assaulted woman doing body modification on others(and her assaulter as well) in response to said assault. Comes from the Soska Sisters. Supremely well done."

Old:

It's only a matter of time. (wikipedia) "A thriller about a family on a tropical holiday who discover that the secluded beach where they are relaxing for a few hours is somehow causing them to age rapidly reducing their entire lives into a single day."

[sotiriabellou]

you can always count on weirdos here to be uniquely fascinating bc why did i go to a persons blog after seeing them call kazakhs an "obscure russian ethnic group" only to see them post illustrated porn of an imperial japanese soldier raping his russian enemy and joke abt masturbating to it.reminds me of that other time i went to block someone for being racist to palestinians and his blog was full of racial pregnancy fetish porn

[thevalicemultiverse]

Smile -- Please?

@liddellvxndort

If there is one thing Smiler dislikes, it’s unhappiness. Especially when that unhappiness is infecting their loved ones. And double especially when the source of that unhappiness is some horrible dickhead who doesn’t comprehend that you don’t fucking assault people at parties, no matter how fucked up they might be.

So, as you might imagine, things being what they are, they’re a bit -- tense right now. The whole family is, honestly -- the atmosphere of the entire house has changed, post-incident. It feels sadder and angrier and just -- not right. Someone’s got to do something about it -- 

And Smiler intends to be that someone. Oh yes, they know that Alice and Victor have reached out to Madeline as well, tried to help, but their own baggage with this kind of thing complicates matters, unfortunately. They’re doing their best, they know that, but -- a different perspective may be what’s needed. Besides, they -- they just miss Maddie, really. She’s pulled away since the incident, and even though Smiler understands WHY, it still hurts. So they’re going to make an effort to cross the distance.

Which is how they got to her bedroom door, rapping gently on it. “Madeline? You in?”

[sebfreak]

everyone who does make victim blaming in rammstein and till´s case will be blocked on every platform by me. so yeah keep going with you bullshit, but my list is getting longer and longer. i don´t wanna hear your shit. i don´t wanna hear your words like: oh they are at her own fault for being raped, abused or drugged. 

[mssi]

football players defending other players that are rapists is not something that should happen in 2023 but here we are how are they not embarrassed

[mandysxmuses]

Send 😴 for a dream my muse has had about yours (group chat verse Jemand)

The car was comfortable -- heated seats, and fresh drinks were laid out in front of them. A strawberry mocha topped with kiwis for Jemand, and a vanilla shake with a raspberry straw for Flora. Neither of them were driving, but the driver was way ahead of them and couldn't be made out.

Once or twice he glanced out the windows, but there wasn't much to be seen there, either. There was just an unusual blur of pastels and greys, which he eventually stopped trying to pay attention to. He could feel Flora reaching for his hand.

"... You're having trouble focusing. Keeping your eyes in one place. You're not scared, are you? ... I told you," She said gently. "This is more than enough for me. All I really want is you here, and I have that ..."

Even the sound of her voice was reassuring. It reminded him of Verheiler, in that way. A natural, nurturing, calming sound. He felt Flora scoot closer to him, and his heart began to pound.

... His stomach twisted with a hint of guilt, as well, something Flora seemed to notice before his expression even reflected that.

"Jemand. It doesn't matter how you feel about me. ... I really don't mind if we never end up back together because of what happened. I understand. I promise. All I care about... is that you're safe." With this, she pulled away and reached down to pick up his drink for him. "Here. Try that~ It's just sitting there, don't want to waste it, right?"

"Ah.. thank you, Flora..~" Jemand took a sip. It was sweet and refreshing.

"... And ... haha~ You're just sitting there too, aren't you? Wouldn't want to waste you ..."

Things felt a little more confusing now. Flora went from telling him it didn't matter if they got back together to flirting. Under normal circumstances, he might have questioned it, if only through a light joke -- but these weren't normal circumstances.

And in a second, all he could focus on was the feelings of lips against his ear, the movement of his earrings, and a teasing "Click, click~" from Flora.

"Princess..." He whispered back, his tone encouraging. But as the affection continued, he finally noticed something in the mirror up ahead.

... A flash of purple.

Jemand could have suspected Laut, but his mind had been on someone else for ages to the point such an assumption would be ludicrous. His eyes narrowed slightly as he tried to focus.

"Click... Jemand?" Flora tilted her head. "What's wrong? What are you looking at?"

His concern grew when he heard a loud, omnipresent breathing... and in that moment, realized what was going on. He'd been here before. Not exactly the same place, but the same circumstances. Remembering something horrible. Feeling bad about that. A monstrous beast trying to take that away. Take what happened with his eye away. Take what happened to Rin away. Take all the pain that he knew hurt but mattered away.

"... I'm not forgetting any of what happened to you, Flora. And I will NEVER forget what happened to Rin!"

All he had to do was stay alive, but he wasn't going to be able to do that in this car.

Against his better judgment, though really he had no idea what else he could have done, he grabbed Flora's hand and threw open the car door before jumping out with her. Both screamed as they fell out onto the road, and the car came to a stop further ahead.

Miraculously, both Jemand and Flora were alright, frantically checking over each other to make sure they weren't too scathed by the fall.

It was just after this that Jemand rushed to see if he could also retrieve Rin from the driver's seat, but she was gone. All he knew at this point was that he was being spectated, meticulously, because the previously light scenery was now spotted with eyes. Everywhere. Oppressive and unsettling, even with their brilliant emerald color.

There weren't many places to run from here... or at least, if there was any, it couldn't possibly be made out in this position. He bit his lip, holding onto Flora. "Gotta wake up now... just gotta wake up..."

"Are we going to die, Jemand?" Her voice asked in a miserable croak.

He knew this was only meant to unsettle him further, but Jemand couldn't help treating the question more seriously than that. "We're gonna be fine, princess. Just gonna wake up... any second..."

He heard a laugh through the area. One that sounded like that monster's -- not the one tormenting him now. That pompous, rich bastard. Jemand heard him speak.

"Isn't it a shame? You can make anything, but I still gave Rin the one thing you couldn't?"

The question was disgusting. Cruel. So low and menacing that Jemand was sure it was meant to shock him into being unable to act. ... But it only enraged him, and he let out a scream as anything and everything he could see was under siege by an onslaught of thousands of knives, and then wave after wave of flames.

And then he woke up, and did not hesitate to call Flora. "PRINCESS! Princess, are you okay? Are you safe? Thank God you picked up... I'm so happy you picked up."

[yudgefudge]

is it so hard for footballers to just shut up. like people will not crucify you for not saying anything (they shouldn't, at least). PLEASE JUST PLAY THE FUCKING SPORT. stop supporting rapists.

[hallokatzchen]

The Collector (NSFW AU fic)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara/Jessica Drew

Word count: 2447

Setting: Alternate Universe (AU), pre-pregnancy Jessica, death god Miguel

TW: Graphic violence, blood/gore, implied rape/non-con, rape aftermath, death aftermath, body horror.

Summary: Detective Jessica Drew takes on her most grisly case yet, and comes face to face with an ancient spider god of death.

Author's note: This might run for more than one chapter.

“We got another one...”, The older detective said while he lifted the yellow police tape so Jessica could enter the apartment.

Before she could say anything, she was interrupted by the loud retching of one of her fellow detectives. A rookie who made the mistake of tagging along to shadow his more experienced coworkers, and he quickly regretted his decision when the contents of his stomach emptied out onto the hardwood floor.

“That bad, huh?” Jessica scowled when she caught the smell of the young man's vomit.

“Bad doesn't even begin to describe it”, Her older colleague shook his head and gestured for her to follow him towards the apartment's bedroom.

On their way down the hall to the bedroom, they passed the rookie who had made his way to the small bathroom. The young man was hunched over the sink, eyes wide with shock and reddened with tears while he heaved and spat bile down the drain.

Jessica shook her head and sighed while wondering what she was going to see when she entered the room if it had her young colleague reacting like that. She soon found out when the other detectives in the room stood aside to give her a clear view of the victim.

She shivered when she felt that the room was oddly cold compared to the rest of the apartment. Despite the fact it was the middle of summer, and there were no other fans running at the time. “What in the fuck?...” Her mouth dropped open when she saw the mutilated remains on the bed.

The victim was laying on their back, hands up near the sides of their head. Their dull eyes were wide, frozen with a look of fear, and their mouth was agape and caked with dried blood. Their throat had been slashed... no, torn open as if they were attacked by some sort of animal. Skin jagged and flayed to expose where their windpipe would be if it wasn't missing and giving Jessica a good view of the vertebrae of the victim's neck.

The rest of their body didn't fare much better as Jessica's eyes trailed down the large jagged split in their bruised skin that showed off crooked and broken ribs. Their sternum was smashed and pulled to the side to give whoever (or whatever) did this access to their lungs. One of them slashed open and collapsed. The victim's heart was missing as well. “Oh my god...” Jessica gasped quietly when she saw what had to be the most unsettling part of the crime scene.

The victim's legs were akimbo. Splayed open to showcase a grotesque mix of blood and some unknown jet black fluid that drained from their mangled orifice.

“Oh my god...” Her eyes narrowed at the sight before she turned to the older detective. “I see why the new guy couldn't keep it down”, Her mouth turned down as a bit of bile welled in the back of her own throat. “It was nowhere near this bad the last time”.

Her partner nodded in agreement as he recalled the last victim being intact and looking far more peaceful, almost blissful, but with the same black substance pooled between their legs.

“I'm gonna be honest. In my forty years of work, I've never seen anything like this. We have no idea what we're dealing with here”, He gestured to the dark stain on the victim's sheets. “We studied the samples of... whatever the hell that is, and nothing was a match for it”.

Jessica nodded then tilted her head as her eyes went over the body once again. “Call me crazy, but I think what we're dealing with isn't human”.

Her partner scoffed and gave her a lopsided smile while scratching the sparse hair on his head. “With the way things are going in this city, I wouldn't be surprised”.

Later that evening, Jessica was back at her apartment and spent the majority of her night working on this strange case. It was the second incident in the span of two months. As Jessica shuffled through the photos, she noticed that both of the victims had their similarities.

The first victim from last month was a young woman, early twenties. Found in her bed in what looked like a night of passion gone terribly wrong. Her face was calm, her eyes closed with a serene smile on her lips. Her neck, upper chest, and her breasts were littered with hickeys that stood out brightly against her skin. Her slender wrists were marred by bruises that indicated that she was held down. And judging from the size of the bruises that someone, or something, was huge.

The skin of her inner thighs along with the junction where the back of her thighs meet her buttocks were dark with contusions. The images caused Jessica's brows to furrow with worry at the thought of how much strength was needed to cause that kind of deep tissue damage, and she put her hand to her mouth and turned the remaining photos face down that showed the young woman's genitals split open and oozing black liquid onto her sheets.

The victim from earlier that day had many of the same injuries but far more visceral. Their body butchered and their face twisted into a mask of terror. Making it very obvious that they died in fear.

Jessica heaved a deep sigh and sat back against the couch. Her body and mind weary as her hands rubbed over her face. She rolled her head back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Another sigh leaving her as tears welled in her eyes. She sniffled and wiped her eyes with the heel of her palms and decided to call it a night.

After a quick shower and her usual skin care routine, Jessica applied a healthy dose of leave-in conditioner and oil mixture to her hair and and twisted her locks into small knots before covering them with a silk scarf. She tied the material securely, then pulled on her loose sleep shirt before shuffling down the hallway to her bedroom.

She let out a long, loud yawn that made her oblivious to a faint glimmer of red outside her fifth floor window that could easily be mistaken for a pair of eyes.

A few hours later when Jessica was in a deep sleep, she shuddered when she felt her bedroom suddenly grow cold. She murmured and pulled her blankets up around her shoulders and curled into a fetal position in an attempt to warm herself before her eyes snapped open. Her mind flashed back to yesterday's crime scene and how the victim's bedroom was strangely cold just like this.

'It's all in your head, Jess...', She thought to herself and remained still under the covers until she heard a low rumbling growl from across the room.

Jessica bolted straight up and was met with the sight of a large shadowy figure at the foot of her bed. She gasped at the sheer size of it. Its broad build silhouetted by the moonlight filtering through the window. She was transfixed by the shimmer of the creature's eyes. The irises a deep blood red in a pool of black sclera.

Another deep growl rumbled in the creature's chest as he slowly rolled his head back. His eyes flickering before sliding shut as the muscles of his broad back flexed to release four black tendrils from his scarred skin. Jessica's eyes went wide when she saw the tendrils flare out to their full length behind his silhouette and take shape to give him the appearance of a giant arachnid. The creature's growl ended with what sounded like a deep, breathy moan when his tendrils stretched when they were fully released and his dark eyes locked onto her.

Jessica inwardly cursed when she felt a tinge of arousal at the sound.

Despite his size the creature's movements were languid, almost graceful. He tilted his head to look at her. A strange sound clicked in the back of his throat. His eyes glimmering while he focused on her as his tendrils stretched out across the span of her bedroom.

Jessica sat stock still in her bed. Her eyes growing wide when she heard the creature take a raspy breath, and his lips parted to speak a language as old as time itself.

“Jessica Drew...”, Despite his voice being low, the sound of it reverberated throughout the room, shaking the pictures and small objects that adorned the walls. “Your time has come...”

Moving with panther-like grace, he climbed onto the bed. Jessica immediately backed away until her back slammed into the headboard. The creature leaning over her legs when she pulled them up to her chest.

His clawed hand ghosted over her right leg. His talons passing lightly over her skin, raising thin welts along the way before he gripped her ankle tightly to drag her underneath him with a quick jerk of his powerful arm.

Jessica yelped at the sudden movement and had little time to retaliate before the creature's hands came up to grab her wrists and pin her arms above her head. Her breath caught in her chest when her mind immediately flashed to the images of the young woman's bruised wrists, and how the marks on her arms were roughly the size of the massive hands that were holding her down right now.

Three of his tendrils came down against the bed, Their hardened points ripping holes into the mattress as they caged themselves around her. The fourth tendril remained supple and stretched towards the nightstand and gingerly wrapped the slender tip around the pull cord of the lamp. With a twitch of his left shoulder the tendril pulled to turn on the lamp, illuminating the room with a low light.

The click of the lamp pulled Jessica out of her panic for a moment, and she looked up to see him looking down at her with those dark eyes.

“I've come to claim you as mine...”, His voice faded into a whisper as he leaned down to catch her mouth with a kiss.

Jessica struggled under him when she felt his long, slick tongue slide past her lips and press into her mouth. Her feet kicked and her entire body writhed when the appendage made its way to the back of her mouth and slid down her throat.

He leaned down and rested his weight on her and groaned into the kiss when he felt her throat tighten when she gagged around his tongue. Jessica whimpered at his weight crushing her into the mattress, and screamed into his mouth when she felt something warm and hard slide against her inner thigh. Leaving a trail of darkness on her skin.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally broke the kiss. His long tongue slowly pulled away, and Jessica squirmed when she felt the appendage ease out of her throat. She gasped for breath and looked up to see him raising up to support his weight, noticing the thick cords of muscle in his arms rippling under his scarred skin.

He looked down at her as his full lips pulled back for a low hiss. His fangs on display as he opened wide. His mouth was a jet black void as that same tongue that was buried in her throat moments ago slid out to show its length. It was dark and glistening in the lamp light as thick string of black saliva dripped from it and splattered on Jessica's shirt.

She winced at the sudden coldness of the damp material that stuck to her chest, and it all clicked when she saw the dark color seeping in.

“It was you...”, Her words hitched when he slipped his hand under her shirt to push it up and out of the way. His long fingers splayed over her flat stomach while his other hand gripped her panties and tore them away.

She gasped and tried to push her thighs together to shield herself from him, but his hand clasped tight on her right thigh to keep them apart. An exasperated groan escaped her lips when she felt the coolness of her arousal on her skin and she muttered a curse at her body's betrayal.

His other hand remained on Jessica's stomach while he leaned in to breathe in her scent. He huffed against her, noticing how her thighs twitched at his breath on her delicate skin. He was salivating at the sight of her. His dark ichor dripped from his mouth and onto her sex as he was about to devour her. Jessica closed her eyes and choked back a sob when she felt his lips brush against her before he suddenly stopped and pulled away.

She felt the bed move as he shifted to sit back on his haunches. His hand still in place on her stomach. She cracked her eyes open and saw that his attention had gone from between her legs to her stomach. He looked down at it and tilted his head like a confused dog before he leaned down and curiously nuzzled at her skin just below her navel.

He pressed his hand on her stomach to get her attention. His long fingers curled to push his claws to her belly enough to to draw her eyes to him, but not break the skin.

She winced and hesitated for a moment on whether or not she should move, but the creature's sudden preoccupation with her stomach prompted her to raise up and prop herself on her elbows to look at him.

Jessica looked down and was met with the sight of those dark eyes staring up at her while his hand was still firmly planted on her belly. Despite their otherworldly color, his eyes looked softer now. They shimmered in a different way in the lamp light as dark tears collected on the red waterline of his eyes when the tiny spark he felt through her skin reminded him of the child he lost eons ago.

She felt the dampness of his tears on her skin when he turned his head to rest his cheek on her lower stomach, gently nuzzling right where her uterus would be. She tensed when she felt herself be moved when his other hand came up to slide under her lower back, and she swore she heard a low whine come from him when his back rose and fell for a deep sigh as he pulled her closer.

“Baby...” He whispered. The barely audible sound belying the commanding voice that shook the bedroom walls only an hour ago.

“...My baby”.

[maraeffect]

okay just for safety everything in this post is *ALLEGED*.... nothing proven. but.

you know i was talking w my tattooist recently during a session, and brought up that it's pretty obvious that Drake likes/grooms little girls. and he was SHOCKED as in "FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE SAYS IT!". and i'm like...?? where are we at in the world that these celebrities literally groom kids and defend predators who commit atrocities, etc. and they're still allowed to make MILLIONS, be in ads and product branding, etc etc etc.

it's not just him! like we even know celebs that CONFIRMED do this shit!! think like Nicki defending her brother and husband (both are CONVICTED)! fuck on my side of Tumblr, people act like Pete Wentz didn't date a fucking 16yo when he was WELL into his 20s (well known and accepted at the time)! i actually don't think most people know about that one. Mike Fuentes of PTV has gone largely under the radar but he solicited minors and was accused of having sex with a 16yo!! i mean for fucks sake, people were TRIPPING OVER THEMSELVES to publicly humiliate Amber Heard when it's not even deniable that Johnny Depp committed sex crimes against her. i didn't think she was the best person either. but seriously, what happened to believing women and victims the minute people thought they could "pwn" Amber Heard???

it's literally fucking ridiculous that these people still have careers and people just seem to not really give a shit about their pasts. my socials for a month or two now have been INUNDATED with stupid ass Drake clips. i cannot for the life of me understand why people just don't care or choose to ignore it.

[annabtg]

Just popping these here to see what happens 😉

( *best innocent face* )

❝say it again, darling. i dare you❞

❝look at me.❞

❝you're already wet, sweetheart.❞

My dear Athena!

I know you sent me these prompts hoping for Jily smut, but... uh, that didn't go so well. Please don't hate me.

Bellatrix/Lily, 500 words, rated M. CW: torture, rape.

Hands tied behind the back of the chair, legs spread open, bound to each of the furniture’s front legs.

After more than twenty-four hours in this situation, without food or water, the creature has stopped writhing. Its head hangs forward; its dark red hair, damp with sweat, falls limply on either side of its face; its limbs, left uncovered by the Muggle clothing, are pale and weak, unable to combat Bellatrix's magical shackles. All its vigour, gone; and yet its breath comes out heavy, unyielding, clinging to a life that Bellatrix doesn't care to take away, or at least, not so simply.

They need both. The traitor will come back for his creature, they know – and Bellatrix will be ready for him. He's no match for her. Too arrogant, too surrendered to his emotions to be a dangerous opponent. Too dedicated to the filthy creature's earthy charms. What idiot would value carnal pleasures over the pure light of magic?

The creature swallows, wets its lips – the sounds dry and harsh. “Thirsty?” Bellatrix taunts.

It doesn't look up. Bellatrix can tell it's out of stubbornness, not inability.

“I'll give you water if you beg.”

The creature lifts its head ever so slightly; just enough for green eyes to peer at Bellatrix through blackened eye sockets. “Fuck you.”

Bellatrix sneers. She grabs her wand and jabs at the creature’s jaw, lifting it upward. “Say that again, sweetheart. I dare you.”

Lily’s eyes are bright with a clarity that belies their predicament. Pretty lips form the words through white teeth, slow and spiteful. “Fuck. You.”

Bellatrix raises an eyebrow. “I would think –” she almost spits the words “– that I am not the one in that kind of danger here.”

Her wand whips downwards, its tip under Lily’s skirt now. She could rip that pussy apart, take away the only thing the Mudblood is good for.

She is not to be harmed, Master had said. That’s the only thing keeping Bellatrix.

Still, her wand prods further, finds flesh. The Mudblood flinches. It’s fear, not pain.

“Don’t like it?”

“Fuck you.”

It presses in; the Mudblood swallows a whimper.

“What about now?” Bellatrix relishes as her wand slowly dives deeper.

The Mudblood suppresses a heavy groan; teeth clench, eyes shut tight.

“Eyes on me.”

Lily’s eyes open, sudden and forceful; she hacks and spits something thick on Bellatrix’s face. Bellatrix steps back, wand in hand, face contorted with disgust. She casts a cleaning spell on her face, then on her wand itself, which is glistening with pearly fluid.

“I think that’s wet enough for you,” she hisses. “Sweet dreams, darling.”

She shoots a Stunning spell; Lily falls unconscious immediately, head lifelessly dropping over her chest. Bellatrix snorts and walks over to the table; she slams her wand on it and her face scrunches up again.

Vile, worthless, disgusting creature. It dared hurl its filthy spit on her.

Once Master is done with them, she is going to spill that muddy blood slowly, drop by drop.

[luciusspriggss]

my sex drive has returned from war (been gone since someone almost raped me a year ago) but alas i am cursed for i can only be sexually intimate with someone i have formed an emotional connection with </3

no slut era for me, just constant yearning