#anastasia x connor x mimmi

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closed starter for @thedcvilherself // plotted.

"i'm just here to pick up my stuff, okay?", anastasia announces with a determination she doesn't feel as she lets herself into their flat - more like his flat, but with how long she's been 'crashing' there, it kind of feels like hers as well at this point -, with the key she hasn't given back to him just yet in the naive hope she'd only need to come over one more time to pick up the rest of her stuff. well, as it now turned out getting your own place without a proper job - dealing with drugs doesn't look too great in potential landlords' eyes -, is fucking hard. there's absolutely nowhere she can go - at least where she doesn't have to fear for being robbed of her small amount of possessions or getting killed -, so she'll have to beg connor to take her back in. something she freaking hates, hoping she might be able to go without if she acted like she was still furious - which, for a matter of fact, she is - and then generously decided to take him back. however, when she walks into the living room, her eyes aren't drawn to the tv as expected, but to a - quite familiar - cute girl tied up like a parcel. icy eyes widen with surprise and rage, disbelief written all across her face. "are you fucking kidding me, connor? i'm not even fully moved out yet and you're already fucking someone else?!" forget moving back in, she'd rather sleep underneath a bridge than stay another night with that piece of shit, not even wanting to know what kind of kinky shit the two of them were currently playing.

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she doesn't want to think about all of the opportunities connor paints for the two of them, but the vivid pictures pop up in her mind anyway, sends a tingling heat straight between her legs. anastasia wants to be a good person, but she clearly isn't, at least not good enough, it seems. "you can admit that you just want to watch us", the brunette says in response, tone teasing instead of reproachful, "we both know you're not doing anything just out of the goodness of your heart." the words alone almost make her scoff because altruistic is most certainly not a word that can be used to describe her boyfriend - but then again, if it was, she most certainly wouldn't be standing here right now, would have discarded him as quickly as laying eyes on him.

with a gentle touch, ana pulls out the rag after the blonde's nodded reassurance, dainty fingers immediately brushing over the freed lips in soft caress as if she just can't help herself, can't resist the temptation mimmi provides. "you have no idea what's going on, do you?", she asks in a soft coo as if talking to a scared pet, "did he tell you anything?" a quick gaze is cast over her shoulder to connor to check in with him before gaze darts back to mimmi as if glued to her pretty face. "you're going to stay with us from now on." the bright smile gracing her lips could easily rival the sun at those words. "i know, i know, the circumstances of you getting here might not have been the best", she anticipates any complaints before they could even leave mimmi's lips, "but sometimes connor is a little reckless, you mustn't hold it against him." she could be mad at him all she wanted, but she'd protect him fiercely against anybody else. "and you're going to enjoy staying with us, i promise."

his hands curl around her hips, eyes pinching shut as she rolls that perfect, pert ass back into him. there she was, his filthy fucking girl. she was as deranged as he, kinder maybe, but at the end of the day, the two of them were built from the same disgusting materials, wired with the same warped minds. she was too sweet to take what she wanted, so he would give it to her. he would give her mimmi and he would make sure she was the perfect little toy, would make sure she fulfilled all of his girl's fantasies whether it was with tear soaked eyes or not. "imagine having her suck your tits when they're sensitive, imagine those eyes looking up at you while you sit on her face. she'd be right here to eat your pussy anytime you want...anytime you're mad at me, you'll have her. god, you can even slide a strap in between those milky thighs. imagine how creamy she'd get on a strap. bet she's never been fucked, baby. bet she'll fucking worship you for making her feel so god damn good." despite his words, it's too soon that she's leaving, that she's moving away from him and towards the blonde and for a second he's worried. that is until she remarks about her appearance, casts that smile back his way. she was done for, she was already accepting his gift.

mimmi shudders at the touch, the gentleness the first bit she's been granted unless one counted the drinks of water she'd been more forced to take. and despite her position, despite her bound hands and ankles and the leering eyes of the man behind ana, she believes her words. she has no reason not to trust them. has such faith in the girl before her she doesn't even think ill of the eyes that trace down her body, the compliment warming her cheeks though the next words leave her confused. apology? how was she an apology? and an apology for what? whatever anger had seemed to exist between the two of them had quickly dispersed, ana smiling back at the male now, a brief loss of attention before it's back on her and she nods vigorously. she wouldn't, had no reason too — or so she thought. all mimmi knew was that she wanted out of the uncomfortable position, that she wanted the safe and familiar comfort of her own home.

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she's for sure not going to get him award for not fucking mimmi in her absence any time soon, but that doesn't mean she isn't fucking relieved to hear it, knowing all too well just how reckless, inconsiderate, and selfish connor can be when it comes to taking care of his needs. "she's all tied up, connor, that doesn't exactly look like she's here of her own free will", anastasia whispers back without taking her eyes off mimmi, not sounding half as scandalized or shocked as she probably ought to be. a soft sigh runs through her petite body when he continues to whisper those deliciously sweet and seductive words into her ear. because damn, she is getting wet just at the image his words paint in her mind, instinctively pressing her ass firmly against him and grinding down gently against his hips. "connor", she attempts a final attempt to argue with him, but any argument she could make is quickly cut short when mimmi begins to fight against her restraints, immediately causing the brunette to push away from connor and head over to her, bridging the distance between them in a few quick steps. immediately, a dainty reaches out to cup the blonde's cheek gently. "hey, it's ok", she coos softly, "it's all good. nobody is going to hurt you." alas, that doesn't mean the aren't going to do other things to and with her. "gosh, you're so fucking pretty", ana sighs as she allows her gaze to wander down the blonde's body, coming to rest on her soft curves, "i get why he thought you'd be the perfect apology." there's a hint of a smile playing around the corners of her pink lips flashed connor's way, a nonverbal hint she's starting to appreciate his grand gesture. "do you promise not to scream when i pull out the rag?"

"give me a fucking break, ana. what i'm saying is i could'a fucked her and i didn't." because it was the truth wasn't it? sure, mimmi wasn't his type — but she was a set of warm holes that would have felt nice wrapped around his cock. it wasn't necessary for her to be his type to satisfy his needs, fully capable of pressing her pretty face into the floor so he could pretend she was ana while he had his way with her. he hadn't. he'd settled on the couch and pleasured himself with his own hand instead. surely that deserved a little more credit than she was currently offering. "kidnapping?" the scoff leaves him likes it's the most crackpot thing he's heard. "look at er'. she ain't fighting or whining. she's just sitting there like a good little fucking pet." his words are rough but somehow softer than they'd ever been before, hushed; trying not only to keep them from being heard by the blonde across the way, but to lure anastasia back in where he wanted her. "don't act like you wouldn't enjoy seeing it. i bet you'd get so wet teaching her how to suck on my dick, hearing her gag on it, holding her against your chest while i pound into her tight little cunt." because at the end of the day, there was a reason the two couldn't stay away from each other, a reason they kept returning like angry but wounded dogs after each fight — they were the same. "look at those pretty blue eyes staring at you. she's gonna be a perfect fucking toy, ana. you just gotta show her how."

she expected horror, or at least surprise, when ana saw her — surely some kind of negative reaction should be conjured by the sight of her bound on the floor in this manner. she knew the male merely as a companion of anastasia's, the sight of them strolling in and out of the library together being the only knowledge mimmi had of him. now? now she was sure they were an item — a couple, the way he held her and whispered against her skin an intimacy that surely delved beyond friendship. it didn't offer any further explanation of her position however, their hushed words a secret only for the two of them despite her being in the same room, the way she wiggles against the coffee tables edge the only way she had of communicating that she wanted out of her bindings, wanted out of here. it's a protest she finally felt comfortable making with ana there, with the girl's comforting presence balancing the scales that her partner had tipped so heavily against her.

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yeah well, what’s she supposed to think when she comes home and finds another girl there? certainly not that he kidnapped someone, like that isn’t the first thought that comes to anyone’s mind. „well, lucky me that you stopped at groping her a little because she isn’t your type“, anastasia mutters under her breath with a roll of her expressive green eyes. and yet, she can’t help but feel a little flattered because with her, he’d never even think twice about going all the way, incapable of keeping his hands - or his dick to himself - when it came to her, no matter if she was in the mood for it or not. „do you want an award for it?“ before she can make another snarky comment, connor wraps his around her waist and pulls her flush to his chest, urging her further into the room, closer toward the girl who’s tied up like a very cute present, already having her full attention. because no matter how mad she’s at him currently, she can’t deny that connor is right: mimmi is fucking cute in that dress, but then again, she always is. ana hasn’t ever seen her looking anything but devastatingly beautiful, at this point having frequented the library mostly for an excuse to see her and flirt with her a little. the idea of having her all to herself, whenever and however she wanted, sounds almost too good to be true - because it is, because he can’t actually do this. right? „are you serious, connor? you can't just go around kidnapping people because you feel like it.“ that little bit of moral superiority most certainly doesn't keep her gaze from being fixed on the pretty blonde, however, clearly intrigued by the prospect as is evident in the lack of bite to her words. „as if you won’t touch her as well when we fight again or just because you feel like it. don’t tell me that she’s going to be just mine when you don’t mean it.“ and here it is, that’s the actual reason for not being on board right away, is it not? because any moral qualms about taking the girl against her will are mostly pretended - she might not be nearly as bad as her boyfriend is, but at the end of the day, anastasia is a selfish creature through and through. how could she not be if she wouldn’t have survived as long otherwise? 

everything had happened so fast, the lock of the library door just clicking into place when the hands had grasped her, one over her mouth and the other around her waist, dragging her off the sidewalk and into the quiet of night like she'd never been there to begin with, whatever material he'd pressed to her lips making the world around her go black. she'd awoken here, in an unfamiliar room with her head spinning, wrists bound to the leg of the coffee table at her back, trapped in the uncomfortable position. she's fighting sleep, the only thing she can currently do when the front door opens, blue eyes lifting to see — anastasia? something flickers across her face; fear to confusion to hopefulness. the girl had always been kind, polite — a contrast to the companion who'd only removed the cloth from her mouth once that day, forcing her to take a drink of water and shoving it back into place before any words could be exchanged.

"fucking someone else?" the temper he'd told himself he'd keep in check when she came back doesn't manage to keep itself contained for even an entire minute. "are you fucking kidding me, ana? i didn't even touch her!" a lie. "i mean...fuck, look, i groped her a little while i was tying her up but...she ain't even my type." because she wasn't; far too demure and pristine, not holding that shadow of darkness that shown as a beautiful red flag the way ana did. "she's just cute in that little dress, ain't she?" material that had been wrinkled by his forceful and wandering hands, the bound skin of her wrists and ankles stained a pink of near the same shade. "c'mon, baby." his arms wrap around ana's waist, pulls her back flush to his chest, his lips pressing to her head as she urges her further into the room. "she's your gift. an apology, okay? from me and the universe. you been through so much that you deserve to have a cute little toy of your own." what else was the blonde going to do? go back to spending her days servicing the town at the library? no. she'd be of much better use here.