#bisexual william miller

[romana-after-dark]

Room's on Fire Masterlist

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Years after the world fell apart, various communities have established themselves, one of which is ran by four men who claim to be divine.

When they decide it's time to and heir to be born, they chose a virgin from their cult and make her their wife. Reader is offered a choice, of course. She doesn't have to marry them. But if she doesn't, the savior won't be born. She choses to become the Madonna. She is wed to all four of them, and moved into their home where her body is open to use whenever her husbands desire (free use au), in the hopes of getting her pregnant. It doesn't matter whose baby it ends up being, because they are all part God, so it doesn't matter... right?

Warnings for full fic, if anything is added or really emphcized it will be in additional warnings.

THIS IS A DARK FIC THOUGH SO BE WARY! I CAN'T PROTECT AGAINST EVERYTHING.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Unknown amount of chapters right now.

Chapter 1: Pilot: Delta finds their Madonna Chapter 2: The wedding Chapter 3: Aftermath of the wedding FishBen: Symptom of Being Human Chapter 4: Pope is not pleased. Chapter 5: Jonah lore, Madonna gets through to Frankie Chapter 6: Madonna gains Frankie's heart, Santi is jealous Iris: Rey and Iris find pockets of time Chapter 7: Fun with Ben: wining Pope back Chapter 8: big announcement to the community

Non canon Frankie Madonna Chapter 9: Madonna’s blissful ignorance to the world around her. Chapter 10: There's a lot Madonna doesn't know.

Chapter 11: Things start to crumble around Madonna

Chapter 12: It's all too much for Madonna

Chapter 1 3: Santiago’s true colors come out

Chapter 14: Jonah tries to show the truth

Chapter 15: madonna begins to learn her power

Chapter 16: Frankie and Ben reflect

Chapter 17: Ben shows his true colors

Chapter 18: Iris makes her stand

Chapter 19:

Chapter 20:

Bonus Content

not necessary for the series. Pieces in the main list are suggested as they add depth and sometimes small plot points.

"Can you peel my orange?" Jonah smut

Jonah Hanson character ai

ROF characters Star signs

Jonah x non-Madonna reader x Marcus flashback commission

Art

By @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog

By @survivingandenduring

Lil comic by @my-secret-shame

As I said, a lot of themes and dynamics ended up accidentally similarly to Watch Your Step by the amazing @charnelhouse Some was because that fic is what developed my characterizations of the boys. Some was totally incidental, like Pope and readers relation to art. It's different though, a much different series, but I wanted to tell y'all that she s PUBLISHING WYS AS A NOVEL NOW, Its called Cardinal Sin's and I'll link it right here!

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[sufferingbooknerd]

I genuinely don’t know who I’m more jealous of

[tlou-bombshell]

i'm shy as fuck, so if i ever say i want ellie in her death stranding outfit to literally hold her knife against my throat while she calls me her nasty little slut, i'd mean it

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Three - Champagne Coast

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here.

Previous Chapter

For the first time in a long time, you’re excited for the weekend. Usually, you’d stay home playing computer games, reading, watching TV or movies, and rocking back and forth while the spray from the shower falls on your head. While you enjoyed doing those things, you finally had something to do. Something that teenagers like you should do.

Ellie’s party was tonight and despite you having an entire closet full of clothes, you still didn’t have anything to wear. You open up Pinterest on your computer and search ‘party outfit ideas’ but everything that was coming up was very outdated. While you appreciated the party scene of the 2010s, you wanted to fit in, and that required a lot more than a turquoise peplum top and a mustache skater skirt. 

You settled on something that you would have worn to a low key party back in California. A black sheer long sleeve, a jean mini skirt, and bug tights clung to your body in a way that you could only describe as ‘tight.’ You looked at yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a long time, you thought that you were beautiful. With a little mascara, concealer, and lip gloss, you were ready to go. 

When you put on the mini skirt, you didn’t consider the fact that you had to bike to Ellie’s house. You looked around your empty neighborhood and sighed with relief. Everyone was inside eating dinner or getting ready for bed so luckily no one was out. 

You mount your bike and curse at the cold breeze that travels through your tights. The thin layer that covered your legs did nothing to protect against the cold Washington air. Thankfully you were smart enough to grab your leather jacket on the way out so you weren’t freezing to death, but living in California for seventeen years did not prepare you for this. 

Ellie’s house was about a twenty-minute bike ride away from yours. The ride had been smooth until you got to an uphill part. You hopped off your bike and walked up the hill, not wanting to exert yourself more than you needed to. Despite the hill messing up your flow, everything was still going fine. That was until you heard a car honk at you. 

The headlights of the truck blinded you. You squint your eyes and put your arm up in a way that would block the harsh light from your eyes. 

Owen pulled up next to you. “Need a ride?” he asked, a toothpick dangling from his lips. 

You’d rather ride your bike downhill into oncoming traffic than get in a car with him. You don’t know how Abby does it. 

“No thanks,” you said as you mounted your bike once again and peddled faster than your life depended on it. 

Owen sped off. You prayed that a police officer was hiding around the corner, ready to prosecute anyone who was speeding at this time of night, but maybe the higher power in the sky was done answering your prayers. As you pulled into Ellie’s driveway, you saw his car parked haphazardly on the street. You leaned your bike against her garage and walked to the front door. 

You would have knocked but you doubt that anyone would hear you over the music. You turn the knob and you’re greeted by the smell of alcohol, sweat, and weed. People are dancing, drinking with their friends, and gossiping in a circle. You make your way through the house, looking for any familiar faces but every corner you turn you’re met with a wall or people who don’t know who you are. 

That is until you see Dina and Jesse sitting on the couch accompanied by someone you haven’t met before. He looks to be around your age, maybe a little bit older. He has mid-length hair pulled up into a man bun and an untidy beard. Your friends from California would have thought that he was cute.  

Dina sees you and waves at you to join them. You walk over to them, stepping over a few stray red solo cups and sit on the armrest of the couch. Your shoulders drop and you smile softly. You can finally let your guard down now that you’re around some familiar faces. 

“You look amazing. You need to tell me where you get your clothes from!” Dina gushes over your outfit while you try not to let the compliment get to your head. 

It took you a while to get comfortable in your body. You would always compare yourself to your friends. They were the girls with the perfect beach bodies. You would wear whatever they wore and eat whatever they ate, but your body never looked like theirs. You hated yourself for existing in the body that you were born with, but one day something clicked within you and you finally started to appreciate all the things your body does for you. Once you were comfortable in the body that the Universe gave you, you were able to express yourself in the way that you wanted. 

The man sitting next to Jesse clears his throat and Jesse's eyes light up, almost as if he remembered something that he had forgotten.

“Oh, right. This is Manny.” Jesse points to the guy next to him who outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hands are a bit rough and calloused which means that he must work with them a lot. 

You introduce yourself to Manny and smile politely at him. There’s something about him that makes your heart melt. Maybe it’s his smile or the way that his hands feel in yours. 

“Manny’s the Captain of the wrestling team and the president of the ceramic club,” Dina comments.

“Oh? How come I’ve never seen you around school then?”

Jesse snorts, “Well, he’s either making out with his girlfriend, making bowls in the ceramics classroom, or smoking in his car. Either way, he’s never in class.” 

Manny hits Jesse on the back of the neck. “Hey, Nora’s not my girlfriend anymore and I do go to class.”

“Yeah, barely.”

Ellie waltzes over with a blunt and takes her place on Dina’s lap. She takes a hit, inhales it, and exhales in Dina’s face. This exchange makes Jesse gag. 

“Get a room!” he jokes.

Ellie scoffs, “It’s my house!”

“Break it up, you two.” Dina laughs and takes the blunt from Ellie. 

As they get into their own conversation on the couch, you get up and make your way to the kitchen. You aren’t much of a drinker but since you’re here you might as well live a little. You nearly jump for joy when you see the red bottle of grenadine on the table as well as some Sprite. No one can ever go wrong with a Dirty Shirley. 

As you pour everything into a cup, you sense someone’s presence behind you. Maybe it’s just some random kid who had the same idea as you, but once that dirty smell hits your nose, you crinkle your nose. 

“I didn’t know you drank. I thought you were a good girl” 

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops. You never want to be called a good girl, especially from Owen. You don’t want to turn around but you have to. God only knows what he’s doing behind you. 

You turn and walk backward, staring at him like he’s Ghostface and you're one of his unlucky victims. Your back hits the edge of the counter and your drink spills a little on the floor. He’s got you caged now, there’s no way you can escape without him catching you. You look at everyone dancing and chatting. Oh, how you wish you could have been one of those carefree people just letting loose on the dance floor. But no. You just had to get a drink. 

“You know, Abby doesn’t need to know what happens between us. I know you two are friends and all but-” he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you spill your drink all over the front of his shirt. 

You don’t know what gave you the courage to do that but the fact that he was so willing to cheat on Abby, one of the nicest people you’ve met at Lakeview just irks you. You could never betray Abby like that. 

Owen looks down at his shirt which gives you the perfect chance to escape. 

“This was from J.Crew you bitch!” You hear him say as you push through the people in the crowd. You say ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ as you move through them. Some of them give you dirty looks as you pass by but that's a problem for later, right now, you need to get somewhere quiet and secluded. 

You run up the stairs and into the first room you see. You slam the door behind you and slide down it, your chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head on them.

“Ellie doesn’t want people-” Abby says before she turns around. When she sees that it’s you, she kneels in front of you and asks “Are you okay?”

You haven’t seen Abby since Mr. Miller suggested that you tutor her. You wanted to ask her what was wrong but you never got the chance to. She seemed too delicate to answer questions at that moment.

You look up at her and nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just needed a break.” 

Abby sits next to you. “I get it. Sometimes these parties get a little too much for me so I come up here. It’s their guest room so Ellie doesn’t really care but upstairs is still off-limits to randos.” 

“Abby, what was that in the hallway the other day?”

Her smile dissolves into regret as she looks at you. The events of that day replayed in her head. “I’m sorry about that. I guess I was just upset that I was finally bad at something.” 

“Hey, maybe you can tutor me. I need math help and you’re in AP Calc so I’m pretty sure you’re a math wizard. If you do that then we’re even.” 

“You, little lady, have yourself a deal.” 

You shake hands, sealing the deal.

Next Chapter

Taglist: @soupycloud

Thank you for reading!

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

All of the JD Character Blogs as of Oct. 22 2024

I unfollowed everyone just to follow them all again, yes, I'm unwell

Anyways, we still need:

-Dylan

-Ms. Sea

-Bailey

-Charlie

-Harry Campbell

-Christine Miller

-Linda (Miller?)

-Haru Okamoto

-Mai Okamoto

-Jackson's mom

-Carol Smith

-Frank Smith

-Lucy-furr (Campbell? Miller? Smith? Idk-)

-Devious Exer/Zaza Campbell/Zair

-Ricky

-David Miller (Again-)

-Lucy the Assistant

-Nightmare Jackson Smith

-The Diary

-Kevin

-Background characters from S1? (The cashier lady, the coach, Ms. Breanna (?), the theater kids, etc)

Then I think we're good :D

[ellies-enrichment]

blonde💅 moment

[elainiisms]

the way i screamed dina at the television screen the second i saw that girl like my sapphic senses were tingling i just knew

[sky-is-the-limit]

My red flag is that if I was in the tlou2 universe, I'd try to sleep with both Joel and Ellie. 0 shame. Call it a family project.

[borntoocry]

𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.                  e. williams

part 3 of 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞 | part 2 

summary: Ellie and YN ‘talk’ after the fight. 

warnings: smut. cut me some slack, I haven’t written smut in so so so long. probably since my robin Buckley phase last summer (it wasn’t really a phase, I still find her sexy as FUUUUUUGGGG). 

a/n: im so gay. also, go look at the playlist I made for this story! the post is here

“You are a fucking idiot,” Ellie whispered as she shut the bathroom door behind you. She pushed you onto the toilet and you obediently–and drunkenly–sat down. Your face ached and you couldn’t help but touch the areas that shocked your entire body.

You groaned. Your index smoothed over your nose and you hissed. “Fuck me, did she break my nose?” you asked.

Ellie bent down in front of you and removed your hand from your face. She inspected your nose from left to right and sighed at the impact Madelaine had on you. “Don’t think she broke it,” she said. “Maybe just punched the shit out of you though.”

“Can I see?” you questioned.

She shrugged. “It’s your face.”

You wobbled up and grabbed the counter, pulling yourself up and in front of the mirror. You moved in to closely inspect your face and you fell forward, purposely slamming your face against the glass. You deepened the pain running through you and cried.

“What the fuck,” you whispered. “She fucking scraped my cheek and fucked up my nose. And to think I started liking it.”

“You look fine,” Ellie said from behind you. She placed her hands on your shoulders and pulled you back, reminding you of your reflection once more. “You look kinda badass.”

“Fuck you.”

“What?” she laughed. “You might get a little scar on your cheek from her rings and your nose–it’s fine! You look good.”

“Yeah?” you cried.

“Yes,” Ellie assured. She rubbed her fingers along your shoulders and tried to fight off your tears beside you, but she failed. Tears streamed down your face and a deep wrinkle formed between her eyebrows. She was never great at the sight of girls crying, but she tried with you. “Don’t cry,” she whispered. “Why are you crying?”

“Because,” you cried. “I just knocked out your girlfriend and I left for a reason! I was going to work on myself. No drama. Only peace. I was going to be a peaceful bitch. But on my first week back I fucking knock your girlfriends lights out!”

“Okay,” Ellie dragged. “But she deserved it. You were containing peace.”

“Well that went just fucking great, didn’t it,” you exclaimed sarcastically.

She chuckled. “Sit down,” she began. “We have to clean you up and I know a First Aid kit is in here. I’ll clean you up and take you home.”

You shook your head. “I’m fine. I just need to wash my face.”

“Sit down,” Ellie said once more, this time with a deeper and much more serious tone.

“Fine,” you hissed and took a seat. You leaned your head back and stared at the white ceiling. Your world was spinning and at the moment, it wasn’t the alcohol or the weed. It was the bad decisions and the way you already broke a rule you never set nor spoke aloud. You simply kept it in your mind: Be peaceful and do not fight with violence. You were a failure and you could do nothing about it. You continued proving yourself wrong and it hurt like a motherfucker to realize.

“Stop that.”

“What?” you asked.

“You’re overthinking.”

“No I’m not, I’m trying to fall asleep.”

Ellie scoffed. The cabinet door slammed shut and she set a first aid kit on the counter. She opened it and took out an alcohol wipe and a cotton ball. She grabbed your chin and tilted your head down, forcing your curious eyes to open and look at her. She was carefully looking at the damage; that wrinkle between her brows drawing your attention. She looked cute and you might’ve just kissed her if you kept your eyes open. But instead of staring at her, you shut your eyes again.

“You falling asleep?” she asked.

“Nope. Not anymore. Should I?”

The sound of packaging being torn open slammed through your ears and the smell invaded your nostrils. You could already feel your tears rolling in. “Maybe,” she replied. “This will sting.”

You groaned. You didn’t want to sting. You wanted peace. “Can I like… grab your hand or something?”

“You can't,” she replied. “How am I supposed to clean you up?”

“I dunno’.”

“Grab my waist then.”

You answered by placing both hands on her waist. You drew circles on her toned stomach with your thumb and patted her back with the rest of your fingers. You pinched her waist when she cleaned off the blood. You hissed and bit down on your lip as hard as possible.

“Quit that,” Ellie reprimanded. “You’re making yourself bleed.”

“Okay well it fucking hurts,” you exclaimed. “You could have just used water.”

“And how will I properly clean it if I just use water?” she asked.

“I’m sure something else would do the trick. Something that wouldn’t hurt.”

“I’m supposed to use alcohol, okay?” Ellie said, stopping your bickering. “Hydrogen peroxide would sting, saline solution would prick you a bit, soap would do the same, and I can’t just slap your face with neosporin if you haven’t been cleaned up. So be a big girl and calm the fuck down while I fix you up.”

You rolled your eyes and continued holding onto her. You pulled her in closer as she dropped the alcohol wipe and picked up neosporin. She dotted some onto your cuts and clean-yet previously-bloody nose.

“There.” She capped the neosporin and stuffed everything back into the kit. You watched her crouch down and place the box back into the cabinet, your eyes glued to the shirt that kept riding up her back. You could see a sliver of her boxers and felt your throat close up. Ellie always brought out all of the nerves hiding in your body. You were a wreck no matter what she did, or didn’t do, or intentionally do–or whatever. “Staring won’t make the pain go away,” she interrupted.

You chuckled. “I can’t feel the pain when I’m staring at a hot person.”

She scoffed. “God, you’re stupid.”

“Hate on me all you want, I’m having a good time right now.”

“Good time after you punched my girlfriend?”

“Your bitch punched me first,” you sneered.

Ellie shook her head and ran her hands up her face and through her hair. She leaned against the wall across from you and stared you down. “What is it with you and calling her a bitch?”

Your mouth parted but no words came out. Your pupils, blown and pitch black, took a moment to splatter across your eyeballs. You couldn’t see what in the hell happened to Ellie. She had just been complaining about her girlfriend and how she could break up with her soon due to your return, but now she was defending her. They were still girlfriends, but from what Ellie described, she hated her.

“Ellie…” you muttered. “C’mon.”

“You keep calling her out of her name and it’s getting annoying. Why don’t you just chill?”

You shrugged. You rubbed your hands along your thighs to warm yourself up and get out. You stood up and took one last look at yourself. Red, slightly purple, and cross-faded.

You reached the door handle and pulled it open, turning only to say bye to Ellie. “I don’t really get you,” you said. “I don’t know if you want me or her by the way you’re acting right now. But thanks for the help. I won’t need a ride.” You walked out and tried shutting the door, but Ellie slammed it open. You groaned but continued walking through the crowded house. You didn’t know what the hell was happening but you were tired and in pain and on two different drugs.

“YN,” Ellie shouted behind you. “You can’t just say that and fucking leave.”

You laughed. Your hands hovered over your face as though you were rubbing them across your skin. You couldn’t, because you had patches of makeup on. You could have done it anyway, as you were bloody and bathed in alcohol, but you didn’t want to smudge your mascara. That was somehow your worst problem.

You tried to get away from Ellie, but you had forgotten she was probably a gym rat by now. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a random room that housed nothing but boxes and one singular lamp. It was already on before you entered, which had you worrying for Dina and her house of sorority rats.

You groaned and leaned against the thumping door. “What?” you hissed. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I won’t apologize for calling Madelaine a bitch.”

“Because you’re what? Jealous?”

“Jealous?” you spat with anger dribbling out of your mouth. “Jealous? Really?”

“That’s what it sounds like,” Ellie answered.

“You are one dumbass girl, oh my God!” You wiped your aching mouth and dragged your skin as far as you could. You were angered enough to pull your skin off if possible. “Ellie,” you began as you walked up to her, “I am not jealous of her. I am trying to get you to notice that she isn’t good for you, which is what I thought we were just doing! You were just complaining about her and saying how she didn’t kiss the ground you walk on. You were just asking about my thoughts on her. What the hell happened in ten fucking minutes?”

“You don’t get it,” she said.

“Yeah, well I’m trying to.”

Ellie looked directly into your eyes and drilled her large and dark pupils into yours. “You have so much to say for someone who probably hasn’t been in a relationship since we broke up.”

You let out a manic laugh. You wobbled back and held your stomach tightly before you yacked out your insides. “Fuck you Ellie.”

“What? Am I wrong?”

You returned her evil stare. You shrugged. “I fucked people but there was never a relationship,” you whispered through the loud bass ricocheting off every wall. “I didn’t get into a relationship because…” You shut your mouth and passed a limp finger over your lips. You had no reason as to why you were single. You could have gotten with the first person you slept with, but you chose not to. You were clinging to the hope that Ellie would find you, or you would return and she would take you back as if nothing happened. But none of that happened. So you just fucked people and ended up alone every night.

“So you don’t know a single thing anymore. Your mind has resetted since two years ago.”

“You’re great at making people feel like shit,” you whispered. Your eyes were brimming with tears and you were finally back against the door. “Maybe nothing has changed since I left.”

Silence swallowed the room and you both sank to the floor as if it had engulfed your lungs with the noise. Ellie sat against a tall pile of boxes directly in front of you. She held her knees and you sprawled your legs out, hitting the toes of her old sneakers. Ellie’s chin was placed atop her hands and she looked across at you, where your beaten face was dripping onto the floor.

No one spoke. You were too busy wiping your tears away and Ellie couldn’t bear her shattered heart that made her entire body writhe. You wanted to speak but you knew the sound of crying left Ellie speechless. She couldn’t respond to you if you were crying, therefore you sucked it up and looked back at her.

“I know you want to say something,” Ellie said after fifteen minutes of radio silence.

“I’m fine,” you mumbled.

“Say it.”

You inhaled the smell of alcohol mixed with air and said, “I thought we changed.”

“We did,” Ellie answered. “But you just came back and we’re both angry. And we’ve been drinking and smoking and we’re not thinking straight… Whatsoever.”

You chuckled through tears. “Yeah,” you said. “We are definitely not thinking straight. Oh my God.” You pulled up your knees and dipped your head between them. You caressed your ears as best as you could to mask the head breaking sound. You could only hear your laugh.

You felt like shit. The alcohol was mixing with the weed and although you’d done this before, it was different. You were a crying mess, you had just been in a fight, your ex-girlfriend looked sexy and you couldn’t do anything about it, and your face was fucked up. It had been an intense couple of hours and all you wanted to do was sleep.

“Hey,” Ellie whispered loud enough for your muffled ears to hear. She couldn’t have been whispering. She slightly lifted your head and she came crawling over to you. She raised your head from between your knees and held your cheeks in her hands. “We’ll be alright. I promise.”

You nuzzled your face to feel her skin prickling yours. Her hands were warm and she smelled of wood and a little bit of alcohol and weed. The smell was more intoxicating than drugs and all you wanted to do was– Ellie pulled you into her and you melted. Melted into her just like chocolate. She pulled you down onto the floor where she laid on her back. She held you against her rapid-beating chest and you placed your hands besides both sides of her head. You slid a leg between her thighs and lifted yourself up to where you looked down at her and her spackled skin.

“You changed a lot,” you said.

“Hm,” Ellie mumbled. She placed her hands on your waist and gripped you. “How?”

“You don’t see your muscles?”

“Didn’t think you’d notice.”

“Oh well I fucking noticed. And your hair.”

“It’s shorter.”

“And hotter,” you whispered.

She laughed. “Is that all?”

“I like staring at your boobs through this tight ass shirt.”

“Oh god,” she whined and scrunched her nose. “My boobs, really?”

You nodded. “You forget I’m obsessed with boobs. They’re my favorite part of a woman’s body.”

“And have you been touching some since you left?” she curiously asked.

“Yes,” you said. “Never as good as yours, though.”

She nodded. Her gaze moved down to your lips and she parted her mouth. She looked as though she would eat you whole. But all she did was ask, “Did you only sleep with girls?”

A ball of confusion emerged in your throat and you bit down on your raw lip. “No…”

“Fuck,” Ellie moaned and threw her head back.

“But they never made me come. They all had little dicks and big attitudes.”

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better?” she asked.

You shrugged. “You only ever gave me life altering orgasms. My legs never shook for longer than a minute with these people.”

“You weren’t being fucked right,” she stated.

You nodded. “Sadly. This pussy hasn’t been domesticated for two years, baby.”

She laughed. Then her face fell. She pulled you closer as she sat up. You sat on her lap now and her hands were still wrapped around your waist. Her eyes would not leave your mouth, no matter how badly you wanted her to look at your eyes. Or anything but your lips.

“I missed you.”

“I know,” you answered. “I know you did. I feel like we’ve told each other this already.”

“Maybe. I don’t remember.”

You ran your hands up her body and onto her shoulders. You remained that way for a silent minute before she smoothed her hands up your back. She raked her fingernails down your back as well, and grabbed your ass on the way to your thighs. You trembled.

“I miss fucking you,” she whispered.

You giggled. “I do too. You used to try and act like you were the biggest top ever. Fucking liar.”

“I was,” she retorted.

“No,” you whispered, “You weren’t. You liked being fucked like a ragdoll, don’t you remember?”

Ellie pulled you closer and dragged her nose along your neck. She breathed against your neck, forming goosebumps along her path. She found your ear and kissed it, drilling her words, “I might remember,” into your eardrum.

You groaned. You held her head there and writhed against her as she kissed and sucked on your neck. You would regret this in the morning, you knew you would. Ellie hadn’t yet said the words, “We’re through,” so the relationship still hung in the air. But Ellie felt so good, and you missed her lips and her body and her fingers. So you shut your eyes and let her grab and kiss you.

Ellie nudged your chin up with her nose and began kissing along your jaw. She peppered kisses up to the corner of your mouth and when you grinded harder onto her leg, she engulfed your lips.

“Fuck,” you mumbled into her mouth.

She pulled you down onto the ground again and rolled you onto your back so she hovered over you. You scratched at her hips and made sure a leg was between her thighs. You pulled her harshly so her core met your thigh and she let out a loud sigh.

“Fuck me,” she cried. “I miss you.”

You hummed. “You just gonna sit there and look that hot or are you gonna start dropping some clothes?” She laughed and grabbed the edge of her shirt. She pulled it off her body and threw it onto the floor beside you. Your mouth fell open. “No bra? You’re naughty.”

She rolled her eyes and looked down at your wandering hands as you engulfed her tits. You tried sitting up but she knocked you back down with her hands around your neck. She leaned down as you played with her nipples and kissed your open mouth. She prodded at your tongue with her own and you slightly lifted yourself off the ground. But once more, she pushed you down.

“Don’t move,” she reprimanded, and slowly inched her way down your body. She kissed your neck and collarbone and scratched at your shirt. “Now sit up,” she said, and you did so. You removed your shirt and pushed it to the side. Ellie now peeled your bra aside and massaged your tits. You tried holding in your moans, but you simply couldn’t. Your moans must’ve been motivational to Ellie because she began grinding onto your thigh.

“You’re so good,” you said. “You’re so good with your stupid fucking mouth and your hands and lips.”

She chuckled, sending vibrations down your body to your core. She hummed and continued licking and sucking your nipple. She had enjoyed this part about sex with you, she had said it herself every time you’d fuck: I love your tits, baby. Sucking on them and watching you fucking melt into me. She was a demon when it came to foreplay.

You wanted her fingers deep inside of you, but you also wanted yours so deep into her that she scrunched up your nose and begged you to let her finish. It was a beautiful sight that made you wetter than a waterpark.

The wetness between your thighs was becoming entirely too uncomfortable and all you wanted was to feel her pussy against yours with no fabric between you. Just pure skin and folds. But you were on the floor full of dusty boxes and one singular lamp.

You stuck to fondling her boobs and gripping her ass and Ellie stuck to sucking on your tits and littering you with hickies. That was best for the time being, but as you grew impatient–and even wetter–you pulled her off of you and pushed her onto the ground again. You scooted down to her jeans and began unbuttoning them. You eagerly pulled them off and whined as you were met with her boxers.

You caressed her thighs and pinched the skin that met the fabric of her boxers. “You gonna pull them off or are you just going to stare.”

You shook her head and stood up. You unbuttoned your own jeans and pulled them off, kicking them right where hers laid. You sunk back down onto the floor–right overtop her left leg. Your core met her bare leg and you winced. You were overstimulated and overly horny, which made you a… mess.

You began rocking against her thigh, landing a loud moan against Ellie’s shoulder. “Fuuuck,” you cursed. “Fuck, I missed this.”

“Yeah?” Ellie groaned. You nodded and slipped your hand into Ellie’s boxers. You rubbed a quick circle around her clit and she moaned as loud as she could into the damp air. “Fuck me, YN. Fuck me with your fingers, I need you.”

This was both a motivation to rub her clit and ram your fingers into her, as well as grind your hips down onto her thigh.

Good thing you were great at multitasking.

You rubbed her clit and the noises that bounced off the walls was like music to your ears. That and the sound of Ellie’s quick breaths beating against your chest. She held you tightly against her as best as she could as you fucked her.

It was great–the fucking–until a shiny bright personality walked into the room and screamed.

You instantly pulled your hand out of Ellie’s boxers and held your wrist limply behind her back. You held her to you while trying to preserve as much juice on your fingers as you could.

“Dina!” you exclaimed. “Knock!”

“YN!” she replied. “Don’t fuck Ellie with the door unlocked!”

You groaned and dropped your forehead onto Ellie’s shoulder. “Okay well can you get out?”

“No,” she said. “Get dressed and let’s go tell Madelaine the fucking bitch that Ellie is officially done with her. Because you are considered a homewrecker.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. “Fine. Fine, just give us a sec.”

“I’ll be standing outside of the door to make sure you’re just changing and not resuming your little… Devil’s Tango.”

“Okay! Get out!”

Dina squinted at the both of you as she walked back out. This left you and Ellie topless, annoyed, and needy. You planted a quick kiss on her forehead and pulled away. You clothed yourself in silence and only said one singular sentence when you were both changed: “We’ll be fine.”

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Rooms on Fire: Sundown

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Ben shows his true colors

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DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Oh my god the violence. Violent is here. Im so sorry.

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"I can picture every move that a man could make Getting lost in her loving is your first mistake Sundown, you better take care If I find you been creeping 'round my back stairs Sometimes I think it's a sin When I feel like I'm winning, when I'm losing again" ~Sundown, Gordon Lightfoot

Rey always had a way of making things better.

You were sat on the kitchen counter in a loose tank top and baggy shorts that may or may not be Will’s boxers, watching Ray cook for you an Iris. She’d been feeling unwell this morning, no doubt the stress of everything that happened the last few weeks getting to her normally impenetrable facade. You found out she caught the tail end of what Will did to Jonah. Now both of you had watched your fathers die.

But Rey had been emotional support to both of you. You leaned more on your husbands, but Rey gave a sense of normalcy. He was a lot like Ben, making it so you could let go of the guilt that plagued you constantly, clearing your mind of the swirling thoughts of Beatriz and Santiago’s true natures.

Will was safe. Protective and gentle and strong, he continued to dot on you, massaging vitamin c oil into your scars to reduce them now that they could take a little bit of pressure. Your healer, your guardian. You thanked him profusely for protecting you against Jonah’s attempt to rape you, even if parts of you still wished he wasn’t dead.

Francisco was who you were the most honest with. You could tell him how you felt about Santiago and Beatriz, work out your confusing thoughts in soft whispers when you were with only him. Santiago never let Francisco sleep with you anymore at night.  

Walking past you to open the oven, he gave your hand a squeeze, lingering a bit. There was nothing romantic or sexual about it; he just wanted you to feel better. To know he was there. He was better than this place, you knew now. Better than this world.

“Madonna! There you are!” Ben rushes in with Will behind him, reaching for you. “Christ! I was worried!”

You’re a bit shocked, but can’t help sliding into his arms. “What do you mean? I’m right here…”

Ben holds you close, your body pressed against his, skin to skin making you cringe. It wasn’t him, it was the idea of touch lately at all. 

Will clarified. “You said you were going to be in the garden, we were worried when we didn’t see you.”

You try to squirm out of Ben’s arms. His grip is hard and uncomfortable… he’s too close. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, just- ow, Ben- I didn’t think I needed to let you know? I never did before… Ben, please-” He’s kissing you now, your cheek, your neck, your lips… you don’t want Rey and Iris to see you like this… You hear Iris say something, but can’t quite make it out.

“That was before. With everything that’s happened, Jonah, the assasination attempt, we need to know where you are, always.” You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in front of Iris. You didn’t like him talking about Jonah in general. You squirm and try to dodge his kisses.

He rubs against the deepest burn on your belly, making you whimper, trying to push him away. Memories of Jonah’s attack flash in your hands, and suddenly he’s pulled off you. You think for a moment it’s Will, but you see Ben’s blonde hair fisted in Iris’s hand.

“She said stop!” Iris yanks him away and horror drops in your stomach. Ben wouldn’t hurt her, no, you didn’t need to worry, Ben was loving, fun, sunshine- He swung, clocking Iris on the jaw.

What happened next was a blur. Reyansh was on Ben is a second, a rage you’d never seen from your sweet guard before, and the two rays of sunshine throwing hands. Reyansh is slammed against the wall and you shout, wanting to run to him but before you even move Will’s hand is on your wrist. You watch two men you love beating on each other, Rey kneeing Ben in the balls and throwing him to the ground where he momentarily had the advantage. Ben, however, gripped Rey’s hair and used the momentum to roll their bodies over so Ben was on top. You’d seen Ben use the same move during sex. 

“WILL! DO SOMETHING!” You scream, watching them hurt each other but Ben with the clear advantage. Still, all he does is hold you back, fingers stroking your hair in an attempt to placate you, but you can’t stand by… still, you can’t get in the middle of a bloody fist fight, especially after watching Jonah die… why couldn’t Will step in when he clearly had the strength to? Ben has the upper hand, and looks like he’s close to killing rey the way Jonah died.

You see Iris make a move to get Ben off him, and Francisco who was previously frozen in shock runs to her. She tried to get out of his grasp, but he simply pushes her away and tackles Ben down. Francisco uses his weight to pin him, using a soothing voice to try and calm the fit. You yank your hand, hand, releasing it from Will’s grasp and painfully pulling on the burnt skin but you needed to get to Rey. Iris pulls his head on her lap, and he spits out some blood onto her dress but gives his girl a weak smile.

“You alright, my love?” He asks her, despite you cleaning blood off his face and her seeming unharmed.

She chuckles, crying but gives him a smile as well. “I’m alright, baby. I’m alright.”

Will is standing above you. You see Ben and Francisco are rising now, Frankie still holding Ben.

“What the hell was that, Saha!”

Rey doesn’t dignify Will with an answer, but you turn to him, giving a little bite to your tone. 

“He was defending his girl, Will. You’d done the same for me.”

“Madonna…” He warning in a stern voice, one that made you feel like a child being admonished by a house mother again. “He is a guardsmen, sworn to protect us, not throw punch-”

You looked up at him again, snapping. “He hit Iris!”

Ben chimed in with a ‘She hurt me first!’ but Will ignored him. “She involved herself in something she had no business to.”

“But Ben!-” You were cut off my Iris whispering your name. Her eyes were fearful… and you realize they held the same glint as when you caught her and Ben together… She mouthed, ‘don’t.’

Your eyes never leave hers. “Well, she’s my friend and he’s my personal guard so she’s under my protection.”

Fracicsco’s arms pull you, careful not to touch your sensitive parts. He’s telling you to go, but you worry for Rey and Iris.

“Will, you can’t hurt them, please?”

“I’m not-”

“But you are!” You pull at Francisco’s hand. “You are, because they hurt Ben but please! Don’t!”

Will sighs, shoulders relaxing down as he decides not to lie. “Madonna, they have to be punished. I promise it won’t be harsh.” His blue eyes look remorseful and honest, like he’s resigned to his duties. You trust he wouldn’t be unnecessarily cruel and you knew punishment was important in corrections… but this was Rey and Iris, your friends… Rey, who had only ever loved and protected you. Iris, despite everything, she took care of you. 

This time when you pull your arm Francisco lets go, and you rush to Will. You reach for his face, cupping it as you stare into his eyes. Will’s expression was soft, indulgent. He was listening. “Look at him, Will.” You gesture to where Reyansh still bloodied Iris’s skirts. “They both got hit, and Rey took enough for both, don’t you think?”

He seemed sympathetic to the pain Rey was in. “That’s the natural consequence of a fight, Madonna. I need to punish them properly, according to our rules.”

Tears fill your eyes and you hear Ben grumble, Francisco shushing him. “My husband, my love…” You beg him in choked words. You try to appeal to his sense of ownership over Rey and the guards. “He’s your guard, and someone hurt him… can’t we just call it even? Please?”

“No, Madonna.”

Rey coughs from the ground below you, trying to sit up. “I can take it, Will. Just don’t hurt Iris.”

With that, Will’s face shifts. This pulls at something and you take it. “He was just trying to protect her! You’d do the same if anyone hit me, Will, please you killed a man for me, you killed Melanie for me, I know you understand…” You take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles that were still healing for beating Jonah to death. “Please… there's been so much pain here this week… I promise, I promise they learned.”

Ben must've seen Will considering, because he spoke. “Don’t let them get away with it, that bitch put her hands on me!”

His language shocked you, never hearing him talk like that, and Francisco saw the look in your eyes. “Will, c’mon… I think his nose is broken… and Iris just lost her dad… Madonna is under a lot of stress, don’t give her more.”

Finally, Will sighs despite Ben’s protests. He walks over to where Iris and Rey sit and helps them both up. “Go.” He says to Iris. “You can use my medicine closet. Patch him up. I expect him back on duty tonight.”

“Will! What the hell!” Ben shouts but you run up to Will, giving him a short peck on the cheek and whispering thank you.

Will tells Ben to fuck off, and goes to unlock his medicine for Reyansh. Iris turns and gives you a smile. 

“You just like to touch everyone but me, don’t you?” Ben’s words shock you back to reality.

“What? Ben… it’s not…” You reach for Francisco’s hand for security as he admonishes Ben, but he continues.

“You kiss Will, and I see you holding Saha’s hand, and now Frankie? But don’t think I’ve noticed you havn’t fucked me!”

“Benjamin!” Francisco shouts as you shrink at Ben’s words. He’s never spoken to you like this, and you don’t think you’ve ever even seen him angry, certainly not at you. “She’s had a traumatic months for fucks sake! Between Santi and Jonah can you go without pussy for a few fucking days?”

“I don’t know Frank, can you go without Santi’s dick in your ass for more than a few days?”

For the next several minutes, the two argued, exchanging heated words and painful secrets. You’d learned Francisco fucks Santiago every night, and the dark spots on his neck were from the husband who’d burned you alive. You learned Ben was sleeping with half of delta still. You learned there was a whole word that existed between the four of them that not only happened before you, but existed outside of you. You thought you were the nucleus holding them together. Instead, you were just the meal they feasted on.

*

You were finally well enough for him to take you on the horse, a careful walk, out to your meadows again. By now, you were too big to straddle him with his cock inside you and your skin and belly couldn’t bear his body against you. So, as you watched him set up the blanket, you knew you’d miss the feeling of napping in the warm sun with his cock stretching you.

“C’mere, baby.” Francisco helps you sit and then lay down, pulling you close with you using his meaty arm as a pillow.

“I miss you.” You mutter, and he kisses your neck.

His hand holds your stomach, feeling your baby kick. “I’m right here”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“I know.”

There was silence for a moment, letting the birds sing and breeze below through the rustling grass. It was so nice out, and you were thankful for your skimpy dress. You are reminded of all the times you laid here, endless hours making him flower crowns, braiding the little ones into his hair, kissing him, napping… all while he’s stuffed inside you, your skirt spread around your thighs. How many times has Jonah seen you like this? Had he watched from the trees as you fucked in languid strokes, not even trying to cum but just to feel him bucking into you? 

Or when Santiago had tripped you, burning your cothes off, fucking you by the fire… had Jonah stood and watched? Had he taken in the view, his own pornography, before helping you? Or when Francisco finger fucked you on the horse, had he savored your sweet sounds and memorized them for nights alone with his fist? How long had he wanted you? How long had he taken even innocent moments and turned them into something vile? 

You felt Francisco’s hard cock nestled between your ass cheeks, and by instinct you scoot away just a tiny bit.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry Madonna I’m not trying too- I don’t know why-”

“It’s okay.” No one had been inside you since Jonah’s attempt, you barely let them touch you… but you had to trust Francisco, right? He was good. He was so, so good. “It’s… it’s okay…”

The feeling of him shaking his head russells your hair. “No, no love, it’s not…” He’s pulling back from you and you miss the warmth of his body so you reach back and grab him. 

“I miss you…” You choke out. “I miss feeling you inside me… I miss you… please? I want you so bad, Francisco.”

“Baby…” He caresses you cheek with the back of his hand. “You’ve been through a lot…”

“And I don’t want it to change us. Santiago, Jonah… I won’t let them tear us apart…”

He kisses the back of your head. “They won’t. I won’t ever let that happen. You are more important than them.”

It slips out before you can stop. “Am I more important than Ben?”

“I love you.”

You don’t have it in you to press further, instead you arch your back so that your ass brushes against his cock in his pants. “So much has happened… I need this… I need to know you still love me.”

He sighs, stating firmly. “I do love you…” but he moved to unbuckle his pants. You wished you could see him, you wished you could see the way his belly folded over his jeans. You wished you could run your hands over the skin and feel the hair on his chest. But you weren’t ready for that. Instead you just relaxed into his arms, relaxed into him, his safety, his protection. When he pushes your skirt up, his hands are large over your asscheeks and you enjoy feeling covered by him. When he slides in, your body makes room for the familiar feeling.

“Do you want me to make love to you? Or do you just want me inside?”

“Make love, please…”

A gentle kiss on the cheek. “Anything for you.”

*

Sliding inside you once again, Frankie felt a homecoming. He loved the long hours you and him would spend here, cumming inside you multiple times but keeping you plugged up with his cum. He wished he hadn’t wasted so much time getting inside you properly, loving you the way you wanted to… he would have knocked you up first if he’d been going at this rate… but now, the odds weren’t in his favor.

Frankie revelled in the sound of your mewling, soft and tender like a little kitten… his to protect. As he slowly thrust into you, he vowed he wouldn’t let anyon hurt you again. He needed to talk to Ben, to Will… he needed them to get on board. You clearly cared for Iris and Rey and they cared for you, so he needed to make sure they were protected. Ben had been sneaking out more, going into the community to presumably fuck some other young niave thing… but a rule had been laid about Iris. The fact she was fucking him had been out of her character anyway, but it was over now.

Ben needed to stop sleeping with everyone he could get his hands on, and he needed to respect Madonna’s personal space and boundaries. He was not entitled to her body, especially after all this happened.

Looking up the hill and into the trees, Francisco saw Ben. He stood tall, a scowl on his face; he didn’t like that he got to be inside you.

Francisco sped up his movements, fucking up into you and making you cry out in pleasure. You were unaware of your audience. He never let up eye contact as he rammed his cock into your core and pressed you close to him. His hands felt you up, showing Ben what he was missing. Sitting atop his horse, Francisco watched as Benjamin pulled out his dick and began stroking himself furiously. It was a scramble after that, Frankie wanting you to cum before Ben did, to ruin his little show but still show off what Frankie could do, the sounds you could make. 

“Francisco…” You whine, and he buries his face in your neck after checking your eyes were still closed, lost in pleasure.

“I’m right here, Madonna. Always right here…” His longer fingers swirled your clit, and he knew you were close by the way you were clenching down hard. Perfect, you were perfect. Your body shook in his arms as he filled you, the sweet sounds of your orgasm echoing through the meadow valleys and hills and up to Ben’s ears. Francisco didn’t see if he came; he didn’t care anymore. He needed to take care of his Madonna, for suddenly you were crying.

“I wish it was you.” You sob into his sleeved up arm. He was thankful today didn’t require undressing. He didn’t want to have to explain the cuts. 

“What do you-”

“The baby! I wish it was yours!”

He brushes a stray lock out of your face as he attempts to sooth you. “May it is… we don’t know…”

“It’s not.” You shake your head. “It’s Will or Bens. I just know it. Those first months, you barely touched me, and after I fail the first time Santiago only touched me once a night!” The way you had switched from Pope to Santiago was not lost on him. “It’s one of them!”

“Is that a bad thing? They’ll love that baby too, just like I will.”

“SANTIAGO WILL KILL ME!”

You explained yourself then, what Santi said. How he threatened you. You had one job, according to him, and that was to get pregnant. It wasn’t suppossed to matter if it was by the Millers, by Santi or himself… but of course, of course Santi had to fuck with you more, because it isn’t really about the savior for Santi.

It’s about Frankie.

*

It had been a few days and Rey’s face looked awful. He had definitely broken his nose, bruising showing deeply despite his brown skin. 

“I’m fine, swear to the gods.” He promises after catching you staring at his face. 

“Your eye is almost swollen shut.”

“Like I said, totally fine.” he jokes and you give him a little kick from where you sat on the counter. Iris was feeling sick so Rey and you were taking over cooking dinner. The pineapple upside down cake was in the oven, and Rey was working on the main dish right now. 

He watched you watching him, hesitating before he spoke, his tone more sololm than you were used to. “If you could leave… would you?” He watches your eyes go wide, so he rushed to explain more. “You’re pregnant with the savior, there's nothing that says he needs to be raised here! You told me yourself, Beatriz was evil, Santi… sweetie c’mon he threatened you if the baby is blonde! What if he kills the savior when they are born?”

“Rey!” You whisper harshly. “You’re talking heresy!” Your eyes are wide.

He chuckles tiredly. “We crossed that line a while ago… Listen… I know you love that baby, I know you want them to grow up safe and happy but that can’t be here. You’re husbands, they are batship insane and you know it.”

“No.” You shake your head, refusing to accept it. “No, it’s just… Santi, I think he needs help… I can help him, I can make him a better-”

Reyansh grips your shoulders now, an intensity you weren’t expecting. “No! You can’t! It's not just you, you have to realize that. He didn’t hurt you because you did anything wrong. You take off Frankie’s shirt right now and you’ll see a fucking masscure because he’s fucking losing it! He’s dangerous! And Ben, he-”

 Reyansh stops, voice cracking and you notice the wetness of his eyes. The pain is etched into every line on his young face. “He rapes my wife. My beautiful, precious wife- he… and I didn’t know, this whole time I had no idea what he’s been doing to her…” You can see he’s crying now, and you’re frozen in fear, reaching for his wet face. “I just let it happen this whole time but now I know the truth, and it’s not happening again and I can’t bear to see you get hurt again. I’m gonna get her out, and I want you to come. I don’t want to leave you here but… I have to protect my family. I want that family to mean you too, anuja.”

There was so much to process here, your mind was whirling from everything you were told, but the idea of Iris and Ben… Did you walk in on her being raped by your husband? Had Ben truly tried to get you in on it, to kiss and touch her while she was raped? To make you an accomplice in his crimes? You think of how she looked at you… fuck, how could you not see it? How did you think she was willingly a part of it when it was clear she loved Reyansh? And you treated her so horrible after…

“I’m gonna be sick.” 

Your head spins, and Rey wraps his arms around to set your feet on the floor again. The hand that gently touched his wet, bearded cheek now was on his shoulder to steady yourself as he slid you down from the counter. His arms firm but chaste around you as he pressed against the marble.

“Hey take a deep breath-” His face was ripped away from you, eyes wide as Rey was pulled back by his hair. Then, before you can react, his already bruised head is slammed into the corner of the countertop.

He begins screaming and you do too. 

You can see Santiago in the doorway, but he makes no attempt to stop the events unfolding in front of you, does nothing as Ben grabs the kitchen knife and throws it directly into Reyansh’s chest where he lay in agony. The scene has begun to garner a crowd, Frankie running in at the sounds of your screams but freezes in shock as blood files the kitchen once again.

“BEN! STOP!!!” You scream, but Ben’s eyes are crazed and he’s screaming at Rey not to touch you.

You aren’t sure the exact moment his eyes go dead and body falls limp, no longer reacting to the mass of stabs Ben continues to inflict, but you know it’s already too late when Iris bursts in, screaming her lover’s name. When she runs to where Ben is slowing down, straddling over your best friend’s dead body, Francisco reacts quickly, scooping her up and grabbing Iris’s arms behind her back. 

“REY! REY! REY!” Iris screams non stop, fighting to get out of Francisco’s grasp as he tells her it’s too dangerous. 

Finally, Ben falls over, panting in exhaustion. He throws up on the floor and you realize he’s drunk. The smells of vomit mixes with copper in the the room as the fluids run together. You are barely standing, knees weak, palms sweaty, unable to process what you’ve seen as Ben stands up and stumbles towards you. Will is in the room now, taking it all in, muttering ‘jesus christ Benny… what did you do…’

But walks towards you, a bright smile of white teeth a strange flash of color among the red covering his face. Red. He’s covered in Reyansh’s blood.

“Hey baby, wanna give me a kiss?”

Ben is pulled away from you.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” Francisco screams to him and you slide to the ground.

“He was touching her!” Ben tries to defend, but francisco is infuriated. He shoved Ben away, moving him to the door. On the ground, Iris is desperately trying to get Rey to come alive. The shakes, the touches to his face, the wretched sobs and ugly cries do nothing as he lays limp in her arms.

“FUCK YOU BENNY! HE WAS HER FRIEND! HE WAS MINE!” Francisco shoves him hard, making Ben stumble into Santiago.

Will steps up, gathering his fist in Francisco’s shirt. “Hey! Keep your fucking hands off him!” In which Santiago steps in and says something similar to Will. They begin to argue and fight and scream at each other; you are left on the floor, inconsequential. When you have the courage to look at Rey’s mangled corpse again, you gather the courage to crawl to him. Up close, the carnage in unbelievable.

There are massive gashes in him, holes in his body you can’t believe he had the strength and rage to go that hard into so many times. A stabwound in his eye.  A hole in his cheek.

“Rey…” You sob, reaching out for your bloodied friend. The door shuts behind you and you aren’t sure whose left. “Im so sorry, I’m so, so-”

Iris shoves you backwards, forcing you to fall softly on your butt. “GET AWAY FROM HIM!” She screams at you, and you sit in shock. She’s never spoken to you like this.

“Iris-”

“I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WERE DANGEROUS TERRITORY!”

Francisco’s arms are around you, a feeling you’d recognize instantly. “I D-didn’t- I did mean-”

“You NEVER DO!” Her eyes are vicious, a fury that far surpassed anything you’ve ever seen in your life. “You are so goddamn stupid, walzing around here like you live in  FUCKING FARIE TALE and leave a trail of dead bodies behind you! You dad, Jonah, and now YOU HAD TO GET MY REY KILLED!”

You are speechless. She’s right. Everything is your fault. Jonah said your dad just wanted a better life for you… was that drive the reason the uprising started? Was the death of him, Deacon Tom, Delilah and all the rebels your fault? She had said she didn’t blame you for Jonah… but now her voice joins the chores of everyone else in your life… it was all your fault.

Francisco picks you up.

I'm so sorry

Months and months ago while constructing this story, I had a friend i was working on it a lot with. She had a big hand in creating Iris and Rey. The entire time, before it was entirely planned out even, I knew he was going to die. I knew there was no happy ending to be had for Iris and Reyansh. And that made some scenes very hard too write. Rey didn't deserve any of it. He was a good man who loved his "wife." (not legally married bc cult stuff but in all the ways that matter, they were.)

There is no going back from this now. Madonna is shown who Ben and Santi are.

The last poll i fucked up! It was suppossed to be who does BEN love most lol

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[villanelleskiss]

y’all smell somethin’? 👀

[tlou-bombshell]

I got so heartbroken when I realized that Ellie's fear of being alone is not only emotional, but physical.

Just imagine being so horrendously scared of yourself, that you cannot even trust you, to you.

Silently, but desperately begging everyday to have someone physically around you, so you're safe from yourself, not even from others.

Day after day, until you reach the point where you no longer care how far that person is emotionally, as long as it's protecting you, from the monster you became to yourself.

So, yes. Fucking heartbreaking if you ask me.

(not my picture, got it from pinterest)

[achilles-rage]

wow look, another show that proves i can never come out to my parents after seeing their reactions to episode 3 and 7😍😍😍

[xx-midnight-candy-goblin-xx]

I'm not sorry

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