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Kind of weird rereading twilight after almost ten years and realizing the story is fucked up on so many more levels than I was previously aware of
#it doesn't read like a romance at all anymore#like the stalking and everything I was aware of#but like the age gap? in what world? why? what the fuck?#why on earth do they fall in love SO fucking fast?#they talk like twice before Bella is sure she's in love#and most of those conversations are Edward being creepy as fuck telling her how he's dangerous and she should leave him be#they don't even really know each other yet when the baseball scene happens#the codependence makes me want to slam my head against the wall#I feel so so sad for Bella because I honestly think she wouldn't have developed this attachment if she had a stronger support system#or if anybody had ever catered towards her needs before#ALSO I honestly think Edward would have killed Bella if it weren't for him not being able to hear her thoughts#He's only interested in her because of thag#sorry not sorry#that's only the tip of the iceberg that is my thoughts#i could give a ted talk on this that's how creeped out and enraged I am#twilight#twilight renaissance
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Unrelated to my HTTYD/The Deep story, but I have a hot-take that might be an unpopular opinion for all the Alpheus fans out there. I like him too, heâs not my super favorite character, but heâs fun to write and work with. HOWEVER, Iâve been thinking, and I came to a conclusion that some people might not agree with.
Alpheus wouldnât be the best dad. Hear me out.
Heâs not the WORST, heâs not abusive, heâs got an idea from Proteus and the Guardians on how NOT to raise a childâŚbut heâs not dad-of-the-year either. Heâs not super involved. Heâs got paranoia from the Guardians and Lemuria, and a tendency to pry and eavesdrop on business that he has no business knowing. He is a young adult in the show, and would be older as a parent, so heâs grown a bit, but I also donât really see him going to therapy and fixing a lot of his internalized issues because of a repeated mantra of âwhat if someone breaks into the therapists office and steals all their notes on our sessions, what if itâs over a call and someone plants a bug, thatâs something I would do, so why wouldnât anyone else?â And also, what therapist is going to believe half of the stuff he talks about? Sea monsters arenât real.
Heâs not the worst. Heâs not abusive. But heâs not great either. He assumes he knows everything about his kid because he softly stalks them when theyâre away from him, maybe reads through their journals or diary when theyâre not at home, because he never learned healthy communication skills and just falls back on what he knows to learn about his kid. And if theyâre dealing with something bad on the inside, have insecurities or doubts, anything like what he felt with the Guardians, well, he has to know, heâs their dad. But he doesnât actually talk with his kid about it. He might have some controlling tendencies due to paranoia about the Guardians or the Nektons, or any legal body that he pissed off in his youth coming after him years later, and so he has to know where his kid is at all times, via trackers on their phone, and frequent updates on when or where they are or have left.
Heâs half helicopter parent and half barely present at all, because he doesnât have a good reference for healthy communication and wonât go to therapy for his issues due to stubbornness and paranoia. He assumes the worst about everything, and if his Benthos attracted-to-the-water-like-their-cousins-the-Nektons expresses any interest in the ocean or a field in that area, he shoots it down, because he doesnât want his past with Lemuria, the Nektons, and the Guardians to catch up to him and land on his kid. Only, he doesnât tell them this at all, he insists that itâs just for the best. He doesnât tell his kid anything important, habitually keeps secrets and information from them because in his mind, they deserve to be a kid and not worry about it. Only he canât tell the difference between actual Iâll-tell-you-when-youâre-older stuff and stuff that actually involves his kid that they should have a say in. He might be slightly controlling, because he wants his kid to have a normal childhood, not like he did, but it twists into him assuming that, as the adult and parent whoâs been through everything, he knows how everything will go and so therefore knows whatâs best.
Heâs not the WORST parentâŚbut I donât see him being the BEST parent either. Heâs got too many issues and not enough like someone whoâd go to the necessary lengths to fix those issues for me to think heâd be the best parent.
#heâs got good intentions#but his trauma and internal point of view skew how he handles everything#Iâm fully aware this might not be a popular opinion#there are plenty of Alpheus fans out there#i like him to#because heâs an interesting character to write#with a lot of unreliable point of views and narratives on things#who does questionable things#sometimes with good intentions just poor execution and thinking#and i really donât see him going to therapy#he remembers how he stalked the Nektons and automatically assumes someone will do the same to him#he thinks the world is out to get him#and it bleeds through#was thinking about this because i have developed next/gen kids#and was thinking how Alpheusâ parenting might differ to Ant and Fontaines#the deep 2015#the deep cartoon#alpheus benthos
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"Brain won't make good words" i say and then proceed to go a lil crazy over Mars again
#my writing#os: handle with care (fragile)#oc: marcilla tucker#abuse ment tw#lmk if this needs any other tags đ#anyways i love mars#kinda realizing that i have. A Lot of ocs w/ trauma revolving around being controlled by others#and going huh! well that sure is a facet of my ptsd im not ready to unpack yet!#like yea ive always been aware my bio mom tried to control everything i did and stalked everything i did so i had no privacy#even after i was no longer living under the same roof as her#but uh i think up until this point i was Not aware of the sheer extent it traumatized me to huh#me when i started this wip: 'why do i feel so connected to mars? our traumas are nothing alike? weird. time to ignore that'
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YEAH, AGREED, i feel like it's partly a question of how we're using the terms?
tim doesn't Literally Force anyone to do anything, obviously - he can't!! and i think if we take it to extremes it gets silly - nobody forces dick to take tim back to gotham or to show him the cave, and nobody forces bruce to agree to having a new robin, etc. bruce and dick have choices in terms of how they respond to tim. dick straight-up vetoes tim's first plan of you-should-be-robin, and tim has zero ability to change his mind. tim's not calling the shots here.
but at the same time, there's legitimately a huge difference between, say, how dick and jason join bruce's mission (bruce seeks them out) vs. how tim joins (tim seeks dick out, and then dick seeks bruce out, and tim pitches them both on how batman needs a robin and he's willing to volunteer).
and tim's version is pushy!!
for dick and jason, bruce spies on them from a distance (i mean, okay, jason stole his tires, but bruce breaks into jason's apartment) & bruce invites them into his house & invites them to join his mission.
whereas with tim, he's a stranger who spies on dick and bruce from a distance & then invites himself into dick's apartment (by literally breaking in!!!) & then invites himself into bruce's mission.
and YEAH, re: the "i guess somebody HAS to eat this cake" thing sdfdsfds, for me one of the most engaging tensions in Tim's early stories is between his self-presentation ("I'm just an altruist who wants to help! for totally virtuous reasons! and duty! and the greater good! totally! no self-interest at all! no personal investment!") vs. his inner monologue (where he's a lot more willing to admit that maybe a lot of why he wants this is less selfless altruism and more selfish loneliness).
like, it's not that tim's altruism isn't genuine, because it is!! vague daydreams are not the same as action; and if you look at tim's general evasiveness and reluctance to explain himself to dick & bruce even with the iron-clad excuse of "bruce is maybe gonna die or murder someone," i think it's very clear how tim managed to figure out their identities years ago, daydream about being a superhero for years, and yet still never ever ever ever act on it or even breathe a word in their direction.
there's a moment in nightwing 25 where tim wonders aloud if he's too cautious - implicitly asking dick if dick thinks so - which is a spot-on observation because the subtext of the entire outing they're on is that yeah, dick thinks he's too cautious, which is why dick has gotten him to wear a blindfold and leap into the darkness onto a moving train and just trust that dick won't steer him wrong - the whole point is so that tim will learn to be a little less rigid and apt to freeze up or overcalculate in risky situations (and maybe a little bit of affectionate hazing, too. but mostly altruism. look, dick, like tim, is a complicated person with multiple motivations sdfsdf)
BUT ANYWAY imo you can see that overly-cautious restraint in tim even in the implied backstory of LPoD - we learn that tim didn't discover robin's identity yesterday; he discovered it years ago, and didn't talk to them even though he could've. so we know tim needs a real need to kick him out of his natural caution in order to act, and i do think tim's vague daydreams would've never translated into action without the terrifying duty-bound impetus of "oh no batman is actually in trouble, i have to actually do something now."
but once he is committed to doing something he is very determined about it, and although i do think tim perceives "talk to dick" as the sensible and appropriate and responsible plan, which is why it's the one he pursues....
...in his heart of hearts, i mean, c'mon. he cannot believe his luck when it turns out that maybe he could be robin instead.
for very upright responsible reasons of course. if anyone asks. :D
okay ive been digesting LPoD and thinking about the "tim forced his way into being robin" and the thing is.
he kind of did?
like yes, he didn't go in saying "I want to be robin", he didn't blackmail them to make him robin, and he said he was totally willing to not be robin if batman said no.
but at the same time. he mentions he used to fantasise about being robin, that batman and robin inspired him to study hard and work out. he jumps at the chance to put on the robin suit and go save batman and nightwing, as much as he jumps at the chance to solve the circus murder earlier. when he punches out two-face he says "I've worked out, I've practiced half my life... studied Karate... but i still didn't know if i could really hold my own." he's thought about being robin and fighting crime, and taken steps to become somebody who could do that.
and from a writer's perspective this is all flashing neon signs to say "this kid isn't jason todd" and "we are listening to your feedback and that you want robin back, here is a Perfect Robin for you" and "here's why our modern readership should suspend their disbelief and let Robin still be a character". tim is talking to the audience as much as he is the other characters.
but in-universe? he really does elbow his way into the dynamic. that's part of his charm! he's a well meaning kid who will meddle with other peoples lives to try and make them better. that's superhero behaviour!
and he very quickly goes from "dick should be robin again" to "well if there's nobody else..." it's very much like "oh does nobody else want to last slice of cake? well i guess if nobody else is going to eat it then i'll have to, so it wont go stale, definitely not for my own sake and because i really want to eat this cake"
and bruce ends up agreeing with what he said about batman and robin being symbolic, dick gives him the go-ahead, and alfred is the first person to verbally suggest tim becoming robin.
but him being pushy and kinda forcing himself into bruce and dick's life. yeah that's pretty much what happened, and him later reflecting on it as "forcing them to make him robin" would be a valid way for him, as a character, to perceive what he did.
#tim drake#professional busybody <3#anyway this is more of a side-note but i also think mmm#the way that tim kinda essentially pushes himself into dick and bruce's lives via a series of iffy behaviors#whether he's literally breaking into dick's apartment or stalking bruce or inviting himself along on missions#is very relevant backstory to his periodic insecurities about how much he actually belongs in the family later#like. the various moments when tim perceives his ties to dick and bruce as more fragile and temporary than they actually are#are KINDA about tim's insecurities because he tends to have insecurities about the stability of his friendships too#BUT ALSO given everything - tim's actually got some self-aware and rational reasons to wonder#if his relationships with dick & bruce are ones they actually want or ones that he just wore them down into accepting#which isn't a distinction that really matters to tim when he barely knows them#but which takes on a much more significant emotional importance as he gets more & more personally attached
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Frat!perv!manipulator!Rafe that finally gets a taste of topperâs dumb gfâŚ
(Warnings: oral f receiving, manipulation, drunk/dubcon, cursing, praise, fingering, cheating)
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Fuck.
Is all Rafe could think of when he saw you, wearing that white shirt that had your tits spilling out and showing off your tummy.
Not even mentioning that denim skirt you always seemed to wore. All he wanted to do was fold it up and dry hump the shit out of you like he did two weeks ago.
How was Topper such a lucky bastard?
You had a warm smile on your face, a red solo cup in your fingers as you giggled at something your boyfriend was drunkenly rambling on about.
It was a big party night at Outer Banks University, specifically for Alpha Sigma Phi. One where every frat guy got laid, except Rafe tonight. He couldnât care less about the other girlsâ eyes on him.
Not when your eyes werenât on him.
Rafe was tipsy. He would prefer to be drunk, but he knew he should probably be somewhat aware of his actions. Especially since you were dressed so fucking deliciously.
As soon as Topper left your side, though, Rafe stalked over to you like a predator.
âHi, sweetness.â He coos, blue eyes locked on your tits before flickering back up to that pretty face heâs so obsessed with.
âHi, Rafey.â You drunkenly giggle, barely standing on your own two feet.
âYâlook like a mess, baby.â He teases, his big fingers moving to gently poke where the fabric of your shirt is exposing your soft tummy.
You squirmed a bit at the action, almost falling over. Which, Rafe clearly planned for, since his big arms caught you.
âWoah, y/n. Maybe I should take ya upstairs, huh? Back tâmine and Topâs room?â
He was acting like a concerned friend, but in reality, he wanted to get you away from all the prying eyes. Alone.
âUhmmâŚâ you just hummed unsurely, but didnât protest when Rafe wrapped his arm around your waist and started guiding you through the crowded house, all the way upstairs into his and Topperâs shared bedroom.
He helped you slip your shoes off, your legs stumbling over to your boyfriendâs twin xl bed before Rafeâs big hands lifted your hips to set you down carefully on it.
âThere ya go, good girl.â He murmurs softly, although his cock is painfully hard in his jeans.
âThank you, Rafey.â You mumble out drunkenly, laying back on the mattress, angling your head so itâs not propped up against the wall while your hips still face the side of the bed.
âAnythinâ fâyou, sweet girl. Yâknow that.â He coos, his perverted eyes automatically drifting down to where your thighs are spread a bit, revealing a damp spot on your pretty panties.
âOh, babygirl⌠look aâya. All wet ân needy fâme. Sâyour boyfriend takinâ proper care oâya?â
His thumb came over to start rubbing against your clothed clit, blue irises flickering back up to watch your face.
âA-ah, Rafey.â You mewl softly, lifting your head to watch with half-lidded eyes.
âShhh, be a good girl fâme, yeah? Rafey sâjusâ helpinâ ya out.â
He gently grasps your thighs and pulls them to where heâs standing next to the side of the bed, fingers hooking into the cotton material of your panties as he tugged them down your legs.
You just laid back against the shitty mattress, mind spinning. But you trusted Rafe. He is your boyfriendâs best friend, after all.
Rafe almost came in his underwear at the sight of your drenched pussy. How long have you been left aching during the party? His poor girl.
Heâs had so many wet dreams and fantasies about this moment, and it takes everything in him to not pull his own pants down and fuck you senseless on Topperâs bed while thereâs a party downstairs.
But, somehow, he refrains as he spreads your thighs a bit more as he leans down a bit, resting his toned chest against the edge of the mattress.
âSâpretty⌠such a pretty baby.â
You went to respond, brain fuzzy from alcohol. But then a warm, wet tongue met your bare clit, and the only thing that escaped you was a soft moan.
âFuckkkkkâŚâ Rafe grunted, already leaking precum in his boxer briefs just from his tongue flicking out to sample your hardened bud.
Just the little taste already had him even more addicted.
He couldnât help himself, heâs been fucking his fist to this thought for months. His mouth latches onto your drenched cunt, tongue swiping through your folds and over your clit.
âR-Rafe!â You cry out, fingers digging into your boyfriendâs sheets.
âShh, sweet girl. Shut up.â
He lifted two fingers and slid them through your parted lips, your mouth instinctively starting to suck on the long digits. His cock twitched at the sight and he let out a small moan against your pretty pussy.
He watched you suck on his fingers for a minute before he reluctantly pulled them out, a string of saliva connecting your lips from his soaked digits.
âGood girl, baby. Such a good girl fâRafey.â He praises softly, his middle and ring finger gently sliding into your quivering hole.
âA-aghâŚâ was all that left you, unable to form words in your drunken, pleasure-filled mind.
He swore under his breath again, watching how your greedy cunt swallowed his fingers. He looked back up at you as he began to slowly slide his fingers in and out, his tongue moving back to slide circles around your throbbing clit.
You were panting, back arching, hips bucking. All for him.
âSuch a sweet cunt, babygirl. Knew I called ya sweetness fâa reason.â
He crooks his fingers against that spongy spot inside of your walls, his own stomach feeling warm when he heard you whimper out.
âRafeyâŚâ
Rafe felt like such a fucking loser, because all it took was you moaning his name before heâs cumming in his underwear, sensitive cock completely untouched.
âShittt, y/n. Gânna let mâeat this pussy whenever I want?â He practically whimpers.
Your tummy was feeling tight as the pleasure was getting overwhelmingly good, better than any time Topper tried to eat your cunt.
He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your eyes squeezed shut, pretty lips parted.
âCum fâme, sweet girl. Cum all over Rafey.â
His command was enough to send you over the edge, soft mewls and noises leaving you as your body trembled for a good ten seconds.
Which sent Rafe into another orgasm, his underwear and jeans completely ruined from his sticky, leaking cock.
And Rafe has never been able to cum without getting any friction on his dick before, but here you were, making him cream himself twice back to back while he ate you out.
âSâgood⌠Sâgood.â He coos softly, lapping up your release, his own legs shaking a bit.
He was feeling overwhelmed, beyond grateful his chest is leaning against his best friendâs bed.
You let out another little whimper when he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, your eyes still fluttered shut.
Rafe sucked on his own fingers, feeling his dick twitch again at your addictive taste.
And there was no way Rafe was going to be able to last much longer before he fucked your perfect cunt.
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Little Girls Shouldn't Be Out Alone
Pairing: The Salesman x Fem!reader
Summary: running away from home might've been the worst decision of your life.. but its not because youre homeless now, its because you met him.
Warning: dead dove do not eat, brief knife play, dubcon, light bdsm, kidnapping/stalking, age gap, mentions of suicide + more.
A/N: not proof read. I tried doing the salesman justice..I promise
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the scene you were in was so cliche it was almost funny. your mother died not too long ago, and it was really hard for you because she was the one person in your life that seemed to really care about you. she was everything you wanted to be in life..growing up she was your idol, and to this day she still is... you just wished you had noticed it sooner.. maybe if you did you could've prevented it.. prevented her suicide. its been 2 months but it still haunts your brain, the scene of it. you wanted to throw up thinking about it. her bright smile ceased to exist, her intelligence couldnt impress you any more. it all ended with the gun going off in her mouth..intelligence splattered all over the walls of her shared bedroom with the gun laying next to her... and in result of your mothers suicide your father had to take you in. they had divorced when you were around 4 years old...you don't remember much. but living with him made you realize, your mother did the best choice she could've made then..even if she cried over it for years.
your father was an alcoholic, he didn't abuse you with hits and violence but he abused you with words. blaming you from the divorce and suicide of your mother. you tried to not let it get to your head..it wasn't your fault and he knew it. if anything the blood of your mother stained his hands.. but with the never lasting tournament he inflicted on you a part of you thought maybe he was right...maybe she didn't end her life over you but you could've prevented it. you were the closest person to your mother and vice versa..so..how did you never notice it? her suffering? did you miss all the signals..how stupid were you... she ended her life and you did nothing about it. you were useless...as per usual...
anyways...as you were saying. the scene you stood in the middle in was so cliche, it was like it belonged in a teenagers wattpad story. you were crouched down in an alley way, rain soaking you and everything around you as you sobbed into your hands. you couldn't live with your father anymore, you just couldn't. you knew if you stayed just one week longer..you'd follow your moms footsteps.. you hated this, you just wanted to live a happy normal life. apply for a nice university, move into a dorm, and visit your mom and dad during breaks... but the world wanted otherwise. here you were, drenched in water as you sat in the middle of nowhere...you had run away from home. you had no idea what to do next. your covered your backpack in a plastic bag but it barely helped. all your necessities were wet and your money was probably soggy by now. you're so stupid. couldve you just checked the forecast. to make sure the day you run away from home was a day the weather wouldn't freeze you alive? you couldnt do anything, nothing at all. should you just head back home? deal with your fathers screams for just a few months more before you could save up and move out? or should you just stay here..soggy and homeless... you knew what you were going to do... you'd stay here. you could take what the world would throw at you. you knew you could..but you just couldn't take another second of your dads tormenting. hes probably hoping you went off and jumped off a bridge or something..ending your fate just like your mother did.
you had fallen asleep, it was still raining and cold...but it was notably less than before. you were shivering, shaking in both fear and how frigid you were feeling. your teeth were clattering and you were being hyper aware of everything around you. if someone comes up to me all scary and intimidating I'll throw my backpack at them. it'll give me time to run away.. the sound of cars driving on the slippery wet roads filled your ears ever so often...the street was dead. if something happened to you no one would know.. squish squish squish you could hear the sound of foot steps echo around the streets...and it was getting louder..closer... until... "what are you doing here." a man holding an umbrella was standing Infront of you, he looked neat and tidy. the opposite of what you looked like at the moment. his suit was ironed to perfection, not a wrinkle in site. his hair slicked back neatly with gel.. and his features... they were striking and fierce.. he was handsome.. he tilted his head to the side and stared at you with his souless dark eyes. "well?" his tone wasnt soft but it wasn't stern either...it was like he was asking a child if they could hand him over the toy they've been playing with... you gulped down the lump that was forming inside your throat. "n-nothing..nothing important.." you spoke, barely over a whisper. you were nervous and scared. you felt like something was off about him, he just seemed too good to be true. handsome men like him always have something they hide from the rest of the world. he raises his right eyebrow at you, obviously not believing that you were doing nothing.. "do you need help? I could get you a new pair of clothes. this area is dangerous, did you know that?" he smiled at you, but it wasn't genuine at all. it was like one of annoyance...if he was so annoyed why would he offer a hand to you? it didn't make sense... you stared up at him from the floor, you felt like a stray puppy left in a box. and he was here to pick you up and become your new owner.. you knew this was probably a bad idea, you knew he was bad business. but.... you were so scared and cold in the rain..what would be worse than this? "yeah...I need help.." you spoke softly, you refused to look at him as you did so. you felt embarrassed....asking a stranger for help because of a stupid mistake you did with your own free will..you're pathetic... "great, I'd love to help you. follow me." he spoke, but it didn't seem like he was glad or happy to be at help at all.. he spoke with a deadpan voice, as if he was bored and wanted to get this over with. was this some sort of community service thing he has to do? help the homeless during the rain? whys he acting like he's being forced at gunpoint to do this... you got up from the ground, all wet and soaked in rain water. you felt so uncomfortable you wanted it to end..you grabbed your bag and followed him at a small distance... he lead you to a car. a black suv, it was clean and pretty...and it looked warm. you kept walking until you were right next to him, was he gonna let you inside the car? but you'd make it dirty and wet..and was this even a good idea??? heading inside a strange mans car in the middle of the night in the pouring rain.. but you didnt have much time to think much about it as he had opened a door to the car..the interior was a lot like him. clean, tidy and sleek... "well? get inside, don't worry about getting it wet. I don't mind." he smiled at you again, with the same fake smile that made your skin crawl because of the sheer eeriness to it. "ah- yes okay..." you crawled into the car, your wet clothes making a slight squeaky sound against the material of the car seat.. you set your bag next to you as he slammed the door shut...and it was pretty aggressive. the loud slam that echoed through the streets from it made you flinch as you stared at him walking around the car to the drivers seat.
you were sitting on the toilet, inside of this strange mans house...I mean, nothing happened yet so you should be safe right?... you turn to look at the shower that was running, waiting for the water to turn warm..and then you stared at the folded clothes. he grabbed some clothes he thought would fit you and sent you to the bathroom with it. you were confused, he was being nice..but for what? it seemed like he didn't want anything from you..maybe he was a little annoyed but he was still helping you.. he seemed normal.. you were so confused. he even put the clothes you were wearing and the clothes that got wet in your backpack into the washer. maybe humanity is just getting better and he's truly just a kind man who wants to help? you stare around in the bathroom, its almost all white with black accents. it was very modern and clean..paintings on the walls that probably cost more than your houses rent..because truthfully this man was obviously very rich. his house was huge and it seemed like he had rows and rows of guest rooms..it was impressive. maybe he was just a snobby rich guy that was trying to fix his attitude. so maybe that's why he seemed so annoyed and put off with you.. he was trying to fix his views on dirty poor people by helping them!! that had to be it..you just cracked the code!! you smirk to yourself and give yourself an imaginary pat on the back before checking the water to see if it was hot now..and when it was you stepped into the shower. the warm water fell onto your body, like it was engulfing you in a tight hug. even though you were in a strangers house, in an area you didn't even know existed...you felt like you were at home. taking a warm shower, getting ready to go out with your mom..... you and the strange man haven't spoken much, he just gave you clothes, put your old clothes in the washer, gave you food and sent you to a guest room.. he was cold, you'd expect a man that was willing to help a stranger from the streets to be nice..and warmer. but he wasn't. you were getting curious about him, what was his name? where did he work? why'd he even help you...but you decided to stay in your place. at the end of the day, you two were still strangers who would never meet again after this. the thought kind of left a pang in your heart. you wanted to know more about him..maybe..maybe he'll want to stay in touch..? but you highly doubted that considering how cold and silent he was. he probably just felt pity seeing such a young girl sleeping in the rain on the streets...he didn't do this to get close. just to make himself feel better.. that's how rich people just are.. you sighed and stared up at the ceiling of the room..you'd be out of there by tomorrow, left in the streets all alone again. you felt your eyelids getting heavy, you started to black out until you closed your eyes and fell asleep..sound asleep.
you woke up to the sound of knocking on the bedroom door, you could only assume it was the man that helped you last night because..who else could it be? you woke up, still droopy as you stretched and looked out the windows. it was bright out now...it was time to get up... you didn't want to but that didn't matter because this wasn't even your house. you got out of the bed and put the slippers the man gave you on. you pulled the shirt that was slipping off your shoulder up as you lazily shuffled your way to the door and creaked it open. you started up at the taller man, again in his neat suit and styled hair. he always manages to unintentionally..or maybe intentionally embarrass you. "still sleepy, huh? you should change and put your clothes in your bag. breakfast is being made." he flashes you another smile...a fake forced smile. its like he doesn't know how to smile or something...you just slowly nod your head at him before he turns around and leaves... you were hoping he'd get the sense of pity again and let you stay longer. you wouldn't mind being treated llke shit here if it meant you got to stay in this house. but of course..people don't like it when cockroaches sneak inside. you closed the door In front of you and did the bed. you didn't want to leave with a bad impression In case he even gets this weird savior complex again..you did the bed and packed your clothes, you headed your way downstairs to the kitchen with your bag in hand...that smell..it smelled like home. the smell of bacon filled your senses as you got closer and closer down the stairs. you haven't smelled something like that in the morning since your mother died, she would always make you eggs, bacon and toast. it was simple but you loved it. you just wished you had savored it more because with no shocker,, your dad doesn't cook. at all. you almost always order something and if you don't you're the one cooking. but even then, he always complains about how shitty your food tastes..even though you know its not true. you finally get to the end of the staircase, the stairs end right near the kitchen so you get a good look at what's going on. it seems he has a personal chef cooking up breakfast as he's sat at the table, sipping on coffee while on his phone. "ahem.." you awkwardly announce your presence to the man at the table, he stares up at you with a blank face. eyes full of nothing but darkness..the more you stare the scarier he gets. as if he were a walking body with no soul inside of him. "sit down. breakfast is almost finished." he speaks blankly, just like his face. something about the atmosphere feels a lot more awkward than before. it seems he isn't even bothering to smile at you like earlier...maybe something happened while you got changed? or maybe he's just not a morning person...you wouldn't really know but you started day dreaming. wondering about his life. maybe its because of how mysterious he is, or his face or wealth..you weren't really sure but something about him allured you. you wanted to know more even if he didn't want to know more about you. you didn't really care if the interest was one sided. you were just too curious... but again, not your place.. at least you felt like it wasn't..he was clearly not interested in having small talk with you. like at all. you didn't want to annoy him more than he seemingly already was. you wanted him to help you again because truthfully, no matter how scary he was or seemed..he was still helping you.. and you need the help. and appreciated it.. minutes passed and nothing was even muttered, a small cough or creak of the chair every now and then but that was it...and the silence was deafening. it was so awkward you could die..you were fiddling with your fingers waiting for the food, you almost just wanted to ask if you could leave now and that you didn't want to eat but.. that would be rude, and you didn't want to be rude. so you just sat still, letting the silence explode your eardrums. . .
"your food is ready" those four words felt like an angel had just saved you from hell, you were about to explode from the tension. and it wasn't the good kind. "ah, thank you!" you bowed your head at the lady that cooked the breakfast as she walked away.. you looked at your plate and then at the mans non existent one..he wasn't going to eat breakfast? he has seen your confused stares because he set his phone down and placed his chin on his hand, he was staring right at you. "I don't eat breakfast. I was just waiting for you to get your food." he stared at you before smiling at you, it wasn't as eerie or fake as the other smiles he's given you but..it was exactly genuine either. like a pity smile..something along those lines. "oh..thank you for waiting.." you bowed your head at him too before you began to eat..it was the same breakfast..the same one your mother had always made for you..what were the odds?..right? you felt yourself getting emotional, eating this simple breakfast just reminded you of your mother. but you couldnt cry Infront of this man...he'd probably just stare at you and do nothing about your sad state...you didn't feel like embarrassing yourself like that. not Infront of this stranger. . . . . "I finished..." you stare up at him, your entire plate is finished due to not eating all day yesterday. he stared at your plate and then at you, you felt kind of embarrassed..like he was judging you for eating.. "okay, should I leave you where I found you or at a house" he stared at you with a blank face, emotionless as he awaited your answer. you help in a frown at the way he worded it, sure he found you but...it felt like he was referring to you as if you were a stray animal. you bit the inside of your right cheek, you really didn't want to go. you wanted to stay safe in shelter but you didn't have a choice...you could either ask him to take you back to the place you dreaded the most, or a place you dreaded a little less... "take me back to the alley way you saw me in.." you stared at your lap as he nodded. he pushed his chair back before taking one last sip of his coffee. "follow me to the car." he pushed his chair back under the table as you got up right after him... I guess now my journey as a homeless person really starts now...I need to find a job soon...
time skip
its been a couple of days since the strange man helped you from the alley way. your delusional side tells you one day he'll be back for you so you sleep there everynight, letting a dumpster bin hide your sleeping body from those who pass by the alley way. todays its been awfully gloomy, cloudy, windy and cold.. you were hoping it wouldn't rain since you didn't want to stay there cold and wet again..and you highly doubted the man would be back for you if it did...you spent most of these days searching for a job, with no avail.. rejection after rejection ...it was wearing you down... how long would you even hold up for in these streets? you were barely 20 but you were already on the streets. not like you had a choice. it was either suicide or homelessness for you.. you decided to just take a break from searching for jobs today. you didn't have much money left from your savings but you had enough spare change to go to put your dirty clothes and buy an ice cream in the park nearby...you went looking around for a big enough plastic bag to cover your backpack in. you had a feeling it would rain hard again, you could smell it even. and you didn't want to play princess waiting for her knight in shining armor to come save her. you need to think ahead..and be smart..
as always..you were right. it was going to rain today, and it was raining hard. it brought you back to the day you were found by the man all cold and scared in the rain. you were lucky he didn't rape you, you were too trusting of him.. you were once again shuffled up in the alley way, wet and cold. you were sitting on the ground hugging yourself while your backpack sat next to you. at least you found a bag for it, at most it'd get a little wet but nothing compared to last time... your hair and clothes were soaked, you could feel water droplets form on your eyelashes as you tried to wipe away the water that was landing on your face with your equally as wet hands. you were scared..again. you were hoping to god the man would come back, you even place your backpack in view to the street and road Incase he passed by..he would know you were still there. your entire body was ice cold, your breath, fingers, clothes, you were freezing.. after a few hours of sitting in the rain you decided that it was about time you just go to sleep..no one was going to come by and save you again. you leaned your head onto the dumpster next to you and fell asleep. the sheer cold and wetness of the situation didn't leave your senses but..it was almost like you had forgotten about it while you slept. . . . "again?" you heard a voice, a very familiar voice..you jumped out of your sleep and looked up at the person standing infront of you. it was the man that had helped you last time this happened. you felt your cheeks warm up, both at how embarrassing this was, and how sweet (?) it was.. he came back to check on you. whether it was out of worry or pity, you couldn't tell. but either way it made you happy to see someone checking up on you. he just started at you, with the same dark, soulless eyes as always. he just turned around and started walking away. you didn't know whether you should follow him or not..but you trusted your guts and you did. he led you to the same suv as before, it even looked the same. clean, sleek..like you hadn't gotten it dirty that day you got in. "get in" he stared at you, waiting for your response. his sentence threw you off a little, it was as if he was commanding you...but you didn't pay much attention and got inside the car. watching him as he slammed the door again..and walked around the car into the drivers seat. he was still the same.. but in his defense its only been 4 days since he had helped you.
you two were sitting at the dining table, his cook had made the two of you steak with some veggies.. you weren't that hungry but you still ate to be respectful..the same awkward silence corrupted a seemingly 'wholesome' moment. you wanted to say something, it was itching inside your throat. you just wanted to ask his name so you didn't have to call him a stranger anymore.. but he still didn't seem interested. why the hell would he help you if he wasn't interested in even getting to know your name? this was the second time. and even if he denied it was obvious he went there for you..to help you. "you, what's your name." he had put down his fork and knife and stared at you, obviously asking you the question. but you still felt unsure if you should answer. what if he was looking at someone else..or what if he was insane and talking to himself..you were so lost in your thoughts you didn't even notice how his face was changing. he was getting irritated with you. "well? I asked you a question." his voice was more stern than before, his eyebrows were raised and he looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. it was probably annoyance though. "oh- I'm sorry..I've just been kind of out of it...my names y/n" you stared at him and give him an awkward smile. you fiddled with your fingers under the table, you didn't know if he was going to keep talking. "I can tell. well y/n, what are you doing outside all alone? don't tell me you're this young and so in debt you had to go homeless." he stared at you, his facial expression changing to disappointment. but you ignored that and processed what he said first, what does he mean he can tell? did he bring you here just to insult you?? you internally scoffed before shaking your head not to him. "I'm thanfully not in any debt... I just left my home for personal reasons.." you weren't staring at his face but you could tell his facial expression changed, he simply just hummed at you and took a sip of his wine. "what about you? what's your name..and how old are you? you felt it was fair to ask him questions back since he had asked you some. it isn't rude to just be curious right? "you can just call me sir. and I'm 42 years old.. old, huh?" he sarcastically laughed and took a sip of his wine. all that you were thinking was, why was he trying to be so mysterious?? "oh..okay..sir" it felt awkward calling him sir, what if it was a weird kink of his..he could've atleast given you a fake name if he wanted to be like that.. . . . . "thank you for helping me again sir" you bowed at him, not too 90 degree angle but just enough for your thankfulness to be clear. "I appreciate it." you smiled at him, and unlike his smiles..yours was genuine. you truly were happy to have been 'safe' from the rain. even if it soaked you for a while... you were at the alley way again, the sky still looked cloudy and sad. you were scared itd rain again but that's a worry youd have to think of for later. "youre welcome y/n." he just gave you another fakeass smile, the one that's painfully obvious like he's doing it on purpose before he got into his car and drove off. leaving you there to figure out what you should do if it does rain again. but you werent too worried..maybe he'd come back..?
history repeats its self, at least it was for you. you kept finding yourself hugging yourself for warmth in the same alley way, with the same rain pouring down on you. was this strange man gonna save you from this rain aswell or has he given up on saving you from the cruel weather. maybe its still you gulp up the courage to go back home because the weather was driving you insane. the mans help wasn't even helping , it was just giving you a false sense of hope. you sat there for hours, under the pouring rain. and even worse, this time it was thundering. your skin was cold and freezing, every inch of you was soaked in water. you wanted to melt into the ground, the scene was so pathetic. you were pathetic. . . . after what felt like an eternity you came to the conclusion he truly wasn't going to help you. you were nothing but a prop to fuel his ego.. you let your heavy eyelids close as the rains soaked you and everything around it... you would just sleep it out..and find somewhere to sleep that wouldn't leave you like this. . . . you fluttered your eyes open not long after you had fallen asleep. you weren't fully awake yet but you have a strange feeling that someone was looking over you...watching you... you turned your head and rubbed your eyes. you stared at the person watching you, it was the strange man!! he was here to save you from the rain one last time.. your eyes brightened as you stared at him, but something was off. he was holding something..your eyes were a little fuzzy so you couldnt see properly but you knew it wasn't an umbrella like always..he was also getting soaked in the rough rain. before you could ask him about it you felt something hard hit your head. like you've just been struck a pipe... you stared up at the man, eyes going droopy as you fell to the ground... did he just hit you? what...what was happening..why you..?
you woke up in a barely lit, red room. you were confused and scared. you didnt remember much.. just the fact that you were hit by some sort of pole and woke up here. did karma finally get to you for not helping your mom in her time of need? were you going to get raped and killed here?? you started to hyperventilate, you wanted to scream for help but you found it hard to even make noise..your throat was closing and it felt like you were going to pass out again.. your breaths were rapid and your body was shaking. you wanted to get away but you couldnt. your wrists were bound to a chair that seemed to be super glued to the floor. you were pulling at the restraints, you were gasping for air. your eyes were slit as they darted around the room..looking for anyone that could help you... "fuck you look so hot when you're scared" a figure walked out from the shadows of the room...it was the man that had been saving you from the rain??! his dark eyes pierced holes into your head, you were trying to process what the fuck was happening.. he stepped closer to you and stopped right Infront of you. you pushed against the floor and chair, trying to find a way to magically get away. your eyes were wide and filled to the brim with fear, your breathing only got worse as you started to let out choked sobs. "p-please..don't do anything to me please..please.. let me go....I wont..tell anyone..please" you closed your eyes shut, not wanting to look at the man that you were hoping just hours ago would come save you. when you wanted to be saved you didn't mean it like this.. your salty tears dripped from your chin onto the collar of the dry shirt you were wearing. it seemed while you were out he had changed you out of your wet clothes and into the same pair you had worn last time you were here.. your head held low as you were sobbing for your dear life, he hasnt done anything to you yet but you knew he was going to. his cold hands touched your chin, yanking it up to stare at him. the action only made you sob harder, your eyes still glued shut. you didn't want to look at him, you did- "open your eyes and stare at me if you don't want to end up dead." you flinched and opened your eyes quickly, your large eyes stared up at his. they were wet and teary...you just wanted to be free..you didn't want to be here..before you could act upon anything he leaned down and licked one of your eyes, licking away the forming tears that were prickling at the corner of it. you didn't know if this was some sort of weird kink of his or if he did it just to make you uncomfortable but you hated it. it felt uncomfortable and too in your space. you hated this foul man. disgusting. your face was a mixture of uncomfortability, anger and fear. and he loved it. "I love that weird face you're making, doll, keep doing it" he smirked at you..he was staring you down. making you even more uncomfortable than before. he was a freak, was he into peoples pain or something?? can he just let you go.. he stared at you even longer..inspecting every little movement your face made...he loved it. he loved seeing you in discomfort and fear. it fit you, really well. "ever since I've seen you I've been mesmerized... don't mistaken my words as a confession though. this isn't love. this is desire." he reached his hand out to your head, patting and petting you. ruffling your hair and making it all messy..as if you were his pet. "you know, when I saw you..I thought to myself.. 'little girls shouldn't be out alone'..especially in the rain.. where gross men like me could stick their slimy dicks inside you with no consequence." his hand wandered down from your hair to your cheek, down to your neck.. his large hand gripped at your neck, causing you to squirm under the fear he might choke you to death. his eyes and list scrunched into a smile as his hand pressed on your neck, watching you squirm under his grip. "I wouldn't kill you before putting my dick inside you. so calm down, will you?" he grips tighter around your neck as his other hand crawls its way down up body....
he stripped the clothes you had on from your body, you were sitting on the chair, naked. your wrists are still bounded to the chair so you couldn't move or go anywhere. you felt so gross. a random middle aged man was manhandling your tits, grabbing them so hard it left red marks on them. you were holding in moans, you were scared but fuck did his hands feel good on your sensitive nipples. but you didn't want him to know you didn't want him to know you were feeling go- "AH!~" you let out a mixture of a scream and a moan, his right hand had snuck its way down from your chest to your now wet pussy. he shoved two fingers inside, no warning, no prep, just shoved them in. only using the wetness of your pussy to help his movements. your back arched against the chair, you were moaning in both pain and pleasure now. he was handling you like a piece of meat, roughly 'massaging' your boobs and ruining your insides. he made rough scissor motions with his fingers, occasionally curling them inside of you. it hurt so bad, it hurt. so. bad. "you cried and sobbed like you didn't want this but look at you now. moaning under me. you were even wet when I put my fingers in. slut." his voice was deep and full of need,, he took his hand away from your tits before he slapped you. really hard. the skin on your cheek stung and was probably starting to turn red.. but it felt good..even thought you didn't want this, and all you wanted to do was go home...his fingers..they felt too good to go back. "fuck I wanna make you go through so much pain, I want to ruin you. fuck." his fingers continued to ravish your insides as he shamelessly started to rub his hard on. he was getting so turned on by this. a scared young girl, pleasuring the older scary guy Infront of her so he can make it out alive.. he wanted more. he took his hand out of your pussy, your clit was twitching. needy for more. you whined at him, you wanted to cum, you wanted to release.. you wanted it all... he scoffed at you before spitting onto your face and giving you another harsh slap. "stop complaining bitch, be grateful anyone would even want to fuck a dirty mutt like you." he tsk'd at you before turning around and grabbing something from a small box nearby. your heart was pounding, your mind was racing and your hole was pulsing. the way he disrespected you, the way he spoke to you.. it turned you on. were you just needy for approval and wanted to do what it takes to impress the guy? or maybe it was so you could keep your life..or maybe you were just insanely horny. you didn't even know at this point. you didn't know what was taking over you. the man turned around...holding a knife. you started to feel your heart race in fear again, your breath hitched as you tried to push away from the chair...and of course you couldn't. he stepped closer, and closer, an closer. until he was barely inches away from you. he raised the knife and pointed it at your stomach, pushing it into your skin.. not enough to stab you or make your bleed, but enough for it to hurt. it was like getting a shot at the doctors office that lasted too long for your comfort. you shifted under the knife, you were uncomfortable. not that scared but you were anxious..you didn't like the thought of a sharp knife being pushed onto the skin of your stomach that much.. "you look cute like this. I would cut you but I don't think it's time for that right now." he smiled at you, like you had just won a grand prize..and frankly you think you did. you didn't want to deal with more pain than what you were already feeling. he put the knife down, dropping it onto the floor. your pupils were blown. he looked so hot like this. it was scary but, hot as fuck. "opinions on getting your insides ruined?" he spoke, flashing his signature fake smile.
you were finally free from the chair, your wrists felt so much better. they felt less imprisoned.. but you didn't have much time to think about that as your insides were getting rearranged by the man you had once found safety in. you were in mating press, your thighs were rubbing against the skin of your stomach. loud gross sounds of skin slapping and wet pussy filled the room, he was filling you up. you let out loud unstable moans as he ruined you. his face was stuffed into the crook of your neck as he bit and nipped at it harshly. leaving dark bruises and hickeys on it as he kept slamming into you. your felt sweat dribble from your forehead as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. it felt. so good. you could hear him panting, louder and louder as his dick was hitting places you couldn't dream of reaching on your own. it hurt a lot, it felt like you were going to get split open any second now but..the pleasure..the pleasure of your pain and of his thick cock was flooding your brain. you'd worry about the pain later.. "fuck you look so hot when your insides are getting blown out" he grips at your neck, hard as he fucks you like a ragdoll. your hands fly to his, gripping and clawing at his hand. an attempt to unblock your airway, to no avail. his movements started to get rabid and sloppy, he was close. you knew he was. he let go of your neck, leaving a faint bruise due to his grip before he slapped your cheek again. the stinging, it only got worse. you felt like every inch of your body was getting ruined and beat. and truthfully, you loved it. "fuuu- fuuck.. sir- i- fuck..m' gonna cum! m' close! please let me cum! please please please!" your words were fast and sloppy, you were close, you needed to cum you needed it. he spat on your face again, making you feel like a disgusting piece of meat..but you loved it. you wanted to make him proud. he took his left hand and started to rub your clit as he slammed into you. each time it got faster and faster. "cum for me baby, show me how much you love my cock..fuuck.." you arched your back against the bed as it started to make a loud annoying squeaking sound from the rapid movements on it. "fu- ah~! fuckfuckfuckfuck yes yes please ah more more please ah ouh..~" your loud moans filled the room as you came all over his cock, leaving a white ring of sticky substance at the base of his dick. shortly after he came inside of you, filling you up with cum with a loud(ish) grunt. he didn't stop though, he kept moving, not only to help you out your high but to bring you to another. this man doesn't intend to stop until youre full of bruises and unable to walk..
Another note: I REALLY HOPE THIS IS GOOD, I fr spent all day on this (started at 8am, its already 8pm rn omfg) I hope I portrayed his character well, idk if I made him too mean or tame or wtv idk hshshhs, reqs are open!! pls check blog rules before u send them though:)
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âş PAIRING: kim mingyu x female reader
âş GENRE: stepbrother au, smut
âş SUMMARY: mingyu will do anything to make sure no man takes his place in his stepsisterâs life.
âş CW/TW: stepcest, yandere themes, stalking, violence, blood, manipulation, mentions of blackmail, jealousy, possessiveness, mingyu can lift reader, slight size kink, oral sex (f & m), 69, unprotected sex, riding, creampies, cockwarming
âş WC: 7.7k
NOTE: donât like donât read. as always, thank you to my oomf @wonustars for beta reading <3
If anyone were to ask you about Kim Mingyu, youâd have nothing but nice things to say.
The large, puppy-like man is the epitome of kindness and happiness. Despite his tall stature and modelesque looks, heâs pure-hearted and a little naive. Itâs why youâre so endeared with him. No one in this world is more lovable than your foolishly kind stepbrother.
âAre you gonna need a ride today?â
You look up to see Mingyu leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a small smile on his face. Your heart jumps, still not fully used to how handsome he is. The loud thrum of your heart is easily ignored when you remind yourself that you canât do anything except acknowledge your stepbrotherâs good looks. In another world, youâd definitely allow yourself to have a crush on him, maybe even flirt with him a little.
âNo,â you say as you unplug your phone from the charger. âMinghao is picking me up.â
Because youâre busy making sure you have all your things, you miss the look that crosses Mingyuâs face.
âOh. I didnât know you guys were talking again.â
Part of you feels a little embarrassed. Mingyu is very much aware of how things ended between you and Minghao. After all, itâs his broad shoulder you cried on after everything was said and done.
âItâs not like that,â you insist, feeling your face get hot from how intense his stare is. âWeâre just friends now.â
Mingyu frowns but doesnât say anything. Itâs times like these youâre grateful that heâs such a nice guy. Anyone else wouldâve pointed out that you and Minghao were never actually friends. You two just fucked around until he got sick of you. It was devastating for you in the worst way, but since he reached out to you under the pretense of wanting to be friends, you couldnât say no. The last thing you want is to let him know how much he hurt you.
âOkay. Well if you need a ride later just text me.â
Youâre grateful that Mingyu isnât judgmental like you know the rest of your friends are going to be when they inevitably find out.
When youâre done with your last class of the day, you text Minghao to let him know youâre ready for him to come get you. A sickening feeling coils in the pit of your stomach when ten minutes go by without a response from him. You bite your lip as you contemplate sending him another text. Double texting wouldnât be a problem if it wasnât Minghao. Given the way you two left things, you donât want to seem desperate. (Although youâre pretty sure itâs a little late for that.)
When another five minutes go by, youâre sure youâve been stood up. Youâre so angry that you feel like crying. The entire situation is so humiliating. To think that you thought giving him a second chance was a good idea. You feel so stupid, and you know that thereâs no way you can ever tell anyone about what happened.
Well, there is one person.Â
As soon as you call your stepbrother, he drops everything heâs doing to come get you. Because itâs Mingyu, you donât feel as stupid and embarrassed when you get into his car. Not even when you start to ramble on about what an asshole Minghao is. Mingyu listens attentively, offering supportive comments here and there. Thereâs no judgment or pity when he talks, either. Just empathy that gives you enough comfort to make you feel like youâve finally made it back to your safe place.
âDonât even think about him,â Mingyu says as he grabs your hand. He brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it before letting go. âHe doesnât deserve you or your anger.â
His words make you smile and feel warm inside. Aside from feeling a little embarrassed, youâre okay. Especially because your stepbrother makes it his mission to make sure you feel better.
You spend the rest of the day with Mingyu, and itâs not long before you completely forget about Minghao.
âI used to like you, you know.â
You choke on your drink, eyes going wide as you splutter embarrassingly. âWhat? Seokminâ!â
âI donât any more!â He reassures you, looking around with slight panic. âAnd keep your voice down! I donât need your guard dog acting up if any rumors start.â
Youâre still too shocked by his confession to question who heâs talking about. You messily wipe your mouth and focus on getting Seokmin to explain because what he said doesnât make any sense. Especially because of how things went down after you drunkenly admitted to liking him back freshman year.
âWhen was this?â
Seokmin looks ashamed. âA little after we met.â
Thereâs no way.
âYouâre fucking sick. When I confessed to you that year, you friendzoned me.â
Seokmin has the decency to look sheepish and guilty. âIt was a dick move, I admit it. But itâs not my fault!â
You raise a disbelieving eyebrow at him.
âYour stepbrother had made it clear that you were off limits, okay? I wasnât about to cross him.â
You stare at him, dumbfounded. âLiterally, what are you talking about?â
Seokmin blushes and looks around again. Youâd laugh if his behavior wasnât so odd. Youâre not sure why heâs acting like heâs scared of something or someone, but you canât focus on that too much. His bizarre story is throwing you off.
âMingyu has always been very protective of you, and heâs actually really fucking scary when he wants to be.â
Silence.Â
You two stare at each other until you burst out laughing. Thatâs all you can do because thereâs no way your friend is being serious.
âHey!â Seokmin slaps your arm to calm you down. âIâm being serious!â
âMingyu? Kim Mingyu?â You say between breaths. âYour best friendâmy stepbrother?â
âYes, lovely Kim Mingyu who wouldnât hurt a fly!â Seokmin scowls as you keep laughing.
Of all the reasons Seokmin could come up with for rejecting you while allegedly having feelings for you, you didnât think heâd use your stepbrother. It was such a cheap cop-out. Mingyu has never cared about your unexciting love life. Heâs always encouraged you to have fun and find a guy who deserves you.Â
Thereâs no way what Seokminâs implying is true. Even if it was, youâre sure heâs exaggerating. Your goofy stepbrother doesnât have one mean, intimidating bone in his body.Â
âOkay,â you wheeze. âLetâs say I believe you, which I donât. What exactly did Mingyu say for you to reject me?â
Seokmin blinks and hesitates. Maybe itâs better if you donât know all the details. âHe just⌠advised me to not play with your feelings if I wasnât ready for a relationship.â
You roll your eyes. Instead of bringing up the fact that he freely dated around after turning down your confession, you choose to steer the conversation in a different direction. Thereâs no need to keep rubbing salt in an old wound, anyway.
âWhatever. Youâre still sick,â you say. âAnyway, are you still going to Chanâs on Friday?â
âAre you?â Seokmin counters. âMinghao will be there.â
Your lip curls up in disgust. âLike Iâm going to let that asshole stop me from having fun.â
âTrue. And actually, he might not even go. I think heâs still recovering.â
âRecovering? What do you mean?â
âYou donât know? Minghao got into a fight last week! He wonât say with who, but he got fucking wrecked.â
Youâre shocked into silence. A fight? Itâs pretty hard to believe since Minghao is a pretty passive guy. He rarely gets angry or upset.Â
So many things are going through your mind at once that you canât get any of your thoughts straight. Had it happened the day he stood you up? If it did, why didnât he say anything?
âPoor guy looks like shit. I doubt heâll be going anywhere for a while.â
You frown. Sure, Minghao isnât your favorite person in the world, but that doesnât mean you would wish something like that on him. You know you shouldnât be worried about him, but part of you still is.Â
âOh my god,â you mumble with a frown, not really knowing what to say. âPoor him.â
âPoor who?â
Your head snaps up at the sound of a familiar voice. A smile lights up your face when you see your stepbrother approaching the table.Â
âMinghao,â Seokmin says as his best friend sits beside you. âRemember I told you someone beat his ass?â
âOh, yeah,â Mingyu says with a frown as he slings his beefy arm over your shoulders. âPoor guy. I hope he gets better soon.â
You lean into your stepbrother, chest warming at the worried frown on Mingyuâs face. His kind heart is so admirable. Despite Minghao being a certified piece of shit, he still has the empathy to feel bad for the guy. It reminds you of how Mingyu is someone whoâs a way better person than you, and you canât resent him for it.
âDonât worry, love. Minghao will be okay.â Mingyu says as he squeezes you into his side.
Like always, your stepbrother knows what youâre feeling without you telling him. Itâs hard to stop the affection you feel from deepening when he always makes sure to comfort you first. His thumb gently caresses your shoulder absentmindedly as he and Seokmin start to talk about their statistics class. Just knowing your stepbrother is so understanding of your complicated feelings makes you feel so much better, and itâs not long before the topic of what happened to Minghao is long forgotten.
Mingyu will never forget the first time he saw you.
It was at one of Seungcheolâs notorious frat parties. Back then, he hadnât been too into the party scene. Honestly, heâd gone out of pressure and boredom more than anything. One day heâll have to thank his older friend for being the reason he saw you.
Unlike Mingyu, you were letting loose and having fun. He canât forget how beautiful you looked while taking shots and laughing without a care in the world. Something inside him switched that night, and instead of being scared of the unfamiliar feeling, Mingyu quickly embraced it.
The feeling pushed him into watching you all night. To this day, Seungcheol thinks his friend had as much fun as everyone else. Which he had, just a different kind of fun.
At the end of the night, Mingyu secretly followed you as you stumbled your way back to your dorm. Itâs not like you went home alone, but he had to make sure you were safe. (He also was curious to know if you lived on or off campus.)
Finding out your schedule wasnât hard. As an attractive man, itâs always been easy for Mingyu to get what he wants. One charming smile and a little harmless flirting had him securing a paper with all your classes on it within minutes. Everything was too easy after that, and Mingyu couldnât feel anything like guilt or shame as he went to go find you.
For weeks, he watched you from afar. Despite knowing he was most peopleâs type, Mingyu was still nervous about talking to you. He wanted everything to be perfect. Setting up a meet-cute was hard work, which meant calculating the time and place took a tremendous amount of effort. Honestly, he did start to get a little impatient when watching you no longer felt like enough for him. Mingyu was itching to know you and everything about you. To have you all for himself.
Luckily for him, swooping in when you almost got hit by a football was the perfect opportunity to worm his way into your life. Mingyu played the perfect part of a knight in shining armor, one that was undeniably kind and empathetic. Exactly what you wanted.
Mingyu still fantasizes about the way you looked at him that day. The lidded gaze you directed at him and the way you bit your lip was tantalizing in the sweetest way. It was easy for you to become friends after that.
There was an unexpected roadblock a month later when his mom told him she was marrying the man of her dreams. Itâs both devastating and thrilling for him to find out that man is your father. Youâll be closer to him than ever, but now thereâs this forbidden aspect that wedges itself between the attraction between you two.
Despite this, you two grow closer. All of your interests and hobbies line up almost perfectly, and the fixation Mingyu has on you steadily grows, slowly morphing into an undeniable obsession. Luckily for him, the new role he has in your life allows him to ward off any vultures that are lurking around you.
The loser in your calculus class was the easiest to get rid of. Once Mingyu caught him staring at you at a party, approaching him and telling him to stop staring at you like a fucking creep was enough for the guy to never look at you again. Then, there was your scummy coworker. Mingyu had to politely remind him that it wouldnât be a good idea to keep bothering you unless he wanted his parents to find out he had dropped out of college and spent all of his financial aid partying.
Then there was his dear friend, Lee Seokmin.
âY/N is single right?â
Mingyu looks up from his phone, jaw tightening as he fixes his dark stare on Seokmin. His friend is oblivious to the dangerous territory heâs venturing into, and thereâs a moment where Mingyu contemplates whether or not to disregard the many years of friendship they have to impulsively act on his dark thoughts.
âYeah,â Mingyuâs tone is clipped.
Seokmin hums thoughtfully. âDo you think sheâd say yes if I asked her out?â
âI donât think so,â Mingyu says through gritted teeth, still trying to be somewhat nice. âYouâre not good at commitment, and thatâs what sheâs looking for.â
His best friend doesnât seem to care for the advice heâs getting. âI can do whatever for someone I actually like.â
âYou really like her?â
Either Seokmin doesnât hear the venom in his friendâs voice, or he doesnât care. Mingyuâs not sure which pisses him off more.
âYeah,â Seokmin replies. âSheâs smart and pretty. Exactly my type.â
Seokmin flinches when Mingyu slams his fist on the table. A dark look he never thought his friend was even capable of making is being directed at him, and he suddenly feels like heâs unknowingly walked into the lionâs den.
âDonât you even think about going near her.â Mingyu spits, not caring that he sounds like an asshole. âIâll cut your dick off if I find out you even hint at wanting anything more than a friendship with her.â
Seokmin laughs weakly. âYouâre not seriousââ
âTest me and find out.â
Mingyu smiles, but itâs a chilling smile. One that has Seokmin spluttering out an agreement before he realizes it.
After that, Mingyu knew he had to make sure everyone knew you were off limits.
The only dumbass that didnât take Mingyuâs warnings seriously was Xu Minghao. The idiot had the audacity to laugh in his face when Mingyu suggested he find someone else to fuck around with. Unfortunately, Minghao didnât have any dirt on himânot any that was serious enough for Mingyu to use as blackmail, anyway.
And so, Mingyu was forced to back offâfor the time being.
His promiscuous ex had always been so eager to please that she didnât hesitate to give in to Mingyuâs request to seduce and ensnare Minghao. It left you heartbroken and ready to receive your stepbrotherâs comfort. Everything slowly went back to the way it was supposed to be. You were more dependent on Mingyu than ever, which made it easy for him to slowly erase that asshole from your life.
Until he finds out that scumbag was worming his way back into your life.Â
Instead of attending his first class, Mingyu has his ex lure Minghao to her apartment building where he puts an end to that idiot once and for all.
âWhat the fuck is wrong with you?â Minghao groans and he coughs up a bit of blood.
Mingyu slams him into the wall, wounded hands moving to squeeze his throat and cut his words. âI warned you a long time ago to stay away from Y/N. This is the last time Iâm going to tell you.â
When he does let go of Minghao, the idiot stops Mingyu from walking away. Even through large intakes of breath and spluttered coughs, he manages to piss Mingyu off some more. âYou think Y/N will forgive you when she finds out what you did to me?â
Mingyu spins on his heels before landing a hard punch on Minghaoâs nose. The loud crack echoes in the air, and it sounds almost dull compared to the yell that idiot lets out. Blood pours from his nose immediately, and it slips through the cracks of his fingers as he holds it in pain.
âYou think sheâll believe you over me?â Mingyuâs laugh is dark and cruel. âY/N knows I would never hurt anyone. Not even a piece of shit like you.â
Minghaoâs heart rate spikes when he sees the way Mingyu smiles at him. A chill goes down his spine when he realizes just how depraved the man in front of him is. So for once, he does the smart thing and decides to cut off all contact with you. It pains him to stand you up and ghost you, but no pussy is worth this. Not even yours.
Mingyu sees you before you see him. Youâre sitting at one of the many tables in the refectory, but you arenât alone. Some guy is talking to you, grinning from ear to ear like some disgusting creep. Immediately, he recognizes the starry-eyed look in his gaze. A lot of guys get that same look when they see you. Even if you donât notice it, Mingyu always does.
âHey, man.â The stranger has the fucking audacity to smile at Mingyu as he sits across from you.
As much as Mingyu would like to tell the creep to fuck off, he canât. Not while youâre around, at least. âHey.â
âIâll see you in class,â the guy says with an unattractive smile as he slowly stands.Â
Mingyu feels like throwing up when you actually smile back.
âBye.â You wave with a cute laugh.
The guy finally leaves, and it takes everything in Mingyu to behave normally. Dark thoughts loom in his head, ones that involve taking care of that idiot like he did to your ex situationship. He forces his depraved thoughts to the back of his mind to focus his attention on you.
âWho was that?â He wonders casually like heâs not losing his mind.
âThatâs Josh. Heâs in my communications class.â You say indifferently.
âDid he ask you out?â Mingyu wonders, trying to make the lilt in his voice sound teasing. And like the very thought isnât killing him inside.
âYeah,â you say. âHe wants to hang out after my last class.â
Mingyuâs stomach turns. He smiles at you, so pained that youâre being so casual about some loser hitting on you. Especially in front of him. Heâll have to find out more about that asshole later and figure out exactly how heâs going to get rid of him, but right now thereâs a more pressing matter.
âAnd?â
You give him a funny look. âAnd I told him no. Weâre hanging out tonight, remember?â
âOh, yeah.â
Itâs a relief, and Mingyu hopes it doesnât show on his face.
An unsavory feeling settles in Mingyuâs chest after that day. You slowly start to mention Josh more and more without knowing how insane it makes your stepbrother feel. Itâs all so maddening because this Josh character is actually close to being a perfect guy. Heâs been in a few relationships that have all ended up on good terms, and he doesnât have any questionable behaviors. Mingyu almost considers fabricating something so he can get the loser away from you.
Itâs not until a random Friday night that Mingyu decides heâs finally had enough. You were supposed to have been home hours ago, and youâre barely getting here. Accompanied by dumbass Josh, no less. He almost feels like throwing up as he watches you from the security camera. Mingyu clenches his jaw as anger seeps into his bones and clouds his mind.
Something inside him snaps, and he decides right then and there that you canât keep doing this to him, and he canât keep torturing himself like he has been.
âI had fun with you,â Joshua says sweetly.
Mingyu almost smashes his phone when you give him a hug and respond in a dulcet tone. âMe too.â
When he sees you waving at Josh with both of your hands in the cute way you always do, heâs quick to lock his phone and go downstairs to intercept you.Â
Itâs quiet when you enter the house. You didnât see your stepmomâs car or your dadâs in the driveway so you know they arenât home. Since itâs so quiet, you wonder if Mingyu is asleep or something.
âWhere have you been?â
You jump with a quiet yelp, not expecting your stepbrother to be waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs. Thereâs a look in his eyes that youâve never seen before, and he almost looks threatening.
âUm,â you stutter, not sure what to make of the shift in his demeanor. âI was withââ
âWith who?â
Dark eyes examine your face, demanding answers. Mingyu stalks toward you until he has you pressed against the front door. His large hands cage you against it as he leans close to your face.
âTell me. I want to know why youâre so late when you promised me youâd be home sooner.â
You stare at him with wide eyes. âWhat? Gyuââ
âLet me guess,â he hums, sounding completely depraved. âYou were with Josh.â
You swallow nervously, wondering why he sounds jealous. The thought sends a jolt of thrill down your spine. âYeah. He just wantedââ
âWanted what?â Mingyuâs glaring eyes get more intense. âTo fuck you?â
Youâre completely floored. That was the last thing you expected your sweet stepbrother to say, and for some reason it makes you feel dizzy in a thrilling way. You lick your lips, feeling your skin get hot as anxiousness mixes in with arousal. Itâs been too long since you had sex, which is why you started to get wet from Mingyuâs uncharacteristic behavior.Â
âN-No.â You say somewhat firmly. âWeâre just friends.â
âThen why was he touching you?â He growls as one of the hands braced on the door moves to your neck.
Your cunt throbs at the action, and you feel like your mind is swimming from the sudden turn of events.
âIt was a quick hug,â you say as he lightly squeezes your throat. âSomething between friends.â
Mingyu raises an eyebrow, seemingly unbelieving of your words. More slick pools in your panties as the dark gaze stays locked in your face. You try not to make squeezing your thighs together obvious, but you havenât felt so turned on in a long time.
âYouâre sure?â Mingyuâs voice sounds entirely different as he squeezes your neck again.
âYes,â you easily say. Deciding to act on instinct, you slowly smooth your hands over his chest and look at him through your eyelashes. âPromise, Gyu-Gyu.â
As always, heâs putty in your hands as soon as he hears that cute little nickname you gave him. Mingyu lets out a shaky breath as you go to cup his face. His eyes fall shut, and he lets himself lean on you and sandwich you between his body against the door. Your thumbs gently, caress his cheeks as you work to placate him. He loves every second of it, and just being pressed up against you has his cock twitching in his pants.
Fuck it.
Mingyu opens his eyes, pupils blown wide. âIâll let it go this time, baby girl, but I better not catch him or any other guy touching whatâs mine.â
He sounds completely insane and feral, but that only makes you want him more. Itâs almost like youâre in a trace as you lock your arms around his neck to bring him closer to you. The heat in his eyes makes you feel like a goddess, and you wonder if itâs always been there.
âSay it,â Mingyu demands as his hands trail down your body to squeeze your ass. âTell me you wonât let any asshole touch you ever again.â
You whine in your throat. âI wonât let anyone else touch me. I promise.â
Mingyu grins, little fangs poking out like the cat who ate the canary. âGood girl.â
With that, he easily lifts you and locks your legs around his hips. For a moment, his pretty eyes search yours as if heâs trying to search for any sign of hesitation. He seems satisfied with what he sees, and in the next second his lips catch yours in a wet, heated kiss.
You mewl into his mouth as you grind down on his very large bulge. It all feels so good, and you groan when Mingyu eases his tongue into your mouth. Thereâs a desperation behind his movements that make you more horny than you already are.
Everything else happens in a blur, and before you realize it, you end up sprawled out on Mingyuâs bed. He handles you with care, but thereâs also a roughness to his movements. It makes you gush because thatâs exactly what you like.
âNaughty baby. Gonna have to teach you a lesson.â
Thereâs that switch again, and it makes you squirm. You squish your thighs together, both anticipating and dreading whatâs in store for you. Mingyu seems like a feral animal, one thatâs close to acting on primal instincts only. The thought excites you.
âWhy?â You pout, wondering how you can get him to just fuck you. âIâve been a good girl.â
Youâre such a little minx, and Mingyu has to turn away so you donât see the fond smile that forms on his face. As usual, youâre too cute for your own good. Itâs always so disarming, but all Mingyu has to do is remember what led to this for him to get himself back on track.
âDonât be a brat,â he warns as he takes his shirt off.
Mingyuâs cock twitches when your pout accentuates. You still nod obediently, though. He kicks off his pants until heâs left in only his underwear. The way you hungrily eye his body (especially his large bulge) makes him feel like heâs in the clouds. All his plotting and waiting was really worth it.
âShow me your panties.â
You whimper quietly, not believing how filthy your stepbrother is. It makes you that much more eager to give him what he wants.
Slowly, you discard your jeans and spread your legs to show Mingyu how wet you are. His eyes are dark dark dark when he sees the material is almost see-through.
âFuck,â he moans as he palms his throbbing cock. âTake them off.â
The fabric slips down your legs and dangles from your fingertips in the next second. Mingyu snatches them from your hands and presses the soiled fabric to his nose. His eyes stay on your pretty pussy as he carefully places your panties on his nightstand
âFor later,â he clarifies with a filthy smirk.
You curse under your breath as more arousal drips out of you.
âYou like that, baby girl?â Mingyu coos as his eyes stay on your dripping pussy. âLike that your stepbrother is going to use your cute little panties to jerk off?â
âYes,â you admit through a whine. âFuck, Gyu. Iâm so wet right now.â
âI know,â his eyes flicker up to your face for a second. âBut I still have to teach you a lesson.â
You pout at him again. âEven though I promised you already?â
His laugh is dark. âHave to make sure you keep it.â
âIâll be good, I swear. Please, Gyu-Gyu?â You bat your eyelashes at him, and any resolve he has just breaks.
Mingyu slips out of his underwear, and he smirks when you gasp at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his abdomen. Itâs so hard and leaking with so much precum. Youâre eying it so hungrily that he decides to get the upper hand once again.
âIâll give you what you want, baby. Just play with my cock first.â
âReally?â You ask eagerly, as Mingyu starts to stroke his huge cock.
âYeah. Use that pretty little mouth on me, and Iâll give you anything you want.â
You jump to your knees in excitement. âOkay!â
âYou want to gag on your stepbrotherâs cock that bad?â Mingyu laughs as you eagerly nod and crawl toward him. âWhat a slut.â
âCanât help it,â you say as you push on his shoulder to get him to lay back. âWant your pretty cock in my mouth.â
âFuck,â Mingyu hisses as he leans against his pillows. His cock throbs at the fact that youâre making every one of his fantasies come true.
You press a gentle kiss to the tip, lovely eyes staring at Mingyu. A string of precum sticks to your lips, and youâre quick to lick it off with a salacious moan. You start to kitten lick his fat tip until his cock steadily leaks with sticky blobs of precum. The mewls and moans your stepbrother lets out only make you that much more eager to please. Heâs really too hot for his own good.
With a grin, you wrap your lips around the head and slowly take him into your mouth. Slowly, you force the girthy organ down your throat. Your eyes start to glaze over, already addicted to the thick cock in your mouth. Mingyu thrusts his hips forward, sinking another inch into your hot mouth. The fat tip teases the back of your throat, making you gag on his dick. A loud moan tears from his throat when you take it like a good girl before pulling off with a wet cough.
âMessy girl,â Mingyu says with a groan.
You moan and start to lap at his cock again. Your tongue teases around his tip, and you canât stop your thighs from clenching together. The arousal is practically leaking from your pussy, wetting your thighs obscenely.
âAw, baby girl. Look at how fucking horny you are,â Mingyu coos. âBet that little cuntâs soaked. Canât wait to taste it. Gonna eat you out for hours after this.â
âWhy not now?â You pout against his dick. âI suck dick better when I get eaten out.â
Mingyu tries not to blow his load at your filthy words. âYeah? Want me to lick your little clit over and over and then suck it in my mouth until youâre begging to cum?â
Once again, Mingyu is putty in your hands when you blink up at him with your cute pout and tell him thatâs exactly what you want.
And so, within seconds youâre laying on Mingyuâs hard abs, suckling on the head of his cock as you wiggle your ass, teasing Mingyu with your pussy. He groans, savoring the sight of your pretty pussy hovering over his face. Deciding that he deserves this treat more than anyone, he finally takes what youâre so willingly giving him.
You cry out when Mingyu licks across your swollen clit. He grabs your ass and spreads you open so he can lick into your pussy easier. Eagerly, he starts to lap up all the arousal from your drippy pussy. He loses himself in your taste, fucking his tongue deeper into your clenching hole. Youâre the sweetest thing heâs ever tasted, and heâll be damned if he ever lets anyone else drink from his sweet oasis.
âMingyu,â you slobber against his cock, grinding your cunt into his eager mouth. âFuck. Your mouth feels so good.â
Mingyu groans as you start to suckle on the head of his cock before you fully sink your mouth on it again. Your hot little mouth works his cock, giving him the best head heâs ever gotten. Youâre so messy and eager, kissing and licking all over his cock. The way youâre getting him all wet and messy almost makes him feel like youâre prepping him for your cunt. That turns him on more and has his muscular thighs clenching with restraint.Â
Your stepbrother moans into your cunt as you suck his dick. The vibrations run through your fluttering walls as his tongue fucks deeper into your hole. Pleasure consumes you as Mingyu continues to slide his tongue in and out of your soaking pussy with a filthy schlick sound. All the sweet sounds youâre letting out are slightly muffled by Mingyuâs cock, and he loves every second of it.
Mingyu sucks your pulsing clit into his mouth, making you whine around his cock and grind harder on his tongue. Your orgasm abruptly hits, and your cries of pleasure are gagged by Mingyu shooting his cum down your throat. You continue to suck eagerly as you rub your messy pussy all over your stepbrotherâs face.
You pull off Mingyuâs big cock after you swallow all his cum, mewling in pleasure when he starts to press soft kisses on your pretty pussy. God, heâs unreal.
âSweetest little pussy ever,â he moans reverently, not ready to separate from the heaven between your legs.
Your face gets hot, pussy clenching at his praise. The fact that someone as hot as Mingyu is so into you feels surreal, and it makes you more eager to get his big cock inside you.
Mingyu apparently thinks the same thing because heâs quick to lay you on the bed and get on top of you. His dark eyes drink in your naked body, licking his lips like he didnât just finish eating you up.Â
âYou have no idea what you do to me.â
And you really donât.
âMingyu,â you whimper desperately when he starts to rub his dripping cock across your sensitive cunt.Â
The sticky tip of his cock catches on your leaking hole and you moan loudly. God, youâve never wanted anyone to fuck you so badly. Heâs so hot, and you know heâs going to send you into another world of pleasure.
âFuck, Gyu. Need you to fuck me. Please. I need it so bad,â you beg against his mouth as you start to kiss him repeatedly.
âYeah?â He grins, blush spreading across his face at the affection youâre giving him. âNeed your stepbrother to stuff you full of cock?â
âYes.â You whimper shamelessly. âI need you to stuff my little pussy full. Want you to breed me.â
The groan he lets out is feral, and Mingyu buries his face in your neck so you wonât see the depravity your words cause. He kisses and nips at your neck as he grinds his cock on your messy pussy.
âPlease, Gyu-Gyu.â
âFuck. Youâre so hot, baby girl,â Mingyu groans as he slips the head of his cock inside your needy hole.Â
He pulls back to watch your face as he slowly sinks into your pussy. Youâre so overwhelmed with arousal, and itâs evident. It makes the feral beast inside Mingyu yearn for more.
âIâm gonna ruin you for everyone else, baby. Gonna make sure the only cock you want is mine.â
With that, he bottoms out with a loud moan as you whine loudly. Your pupils are blown wide as your nails scratch against his broad chest. It turns you on to feel and see how big he is. Heâs completely enveloping you in the best way. All that fills your mind is your stepbrother and his big cock.
âSo fucking tight,â he hisses as he rolls his hips and fucks his cock deeper into your pulsing heat.
You wrap your legs around his waist to get him as deep as possible. Moans spill from your mouth as your hands smooth up his muscular chest and clasp around his neck. No oneâs ever been so deep inside you, and you love it.
âFuck me, Gyu.â You mewl, brain fuzzy from the stretch his dick provides. âWant you to fuck me dumb.â
âShit,â Mingyu grunts with dark eyes. âMy slutty baby wants her pussy creamed so fucking bad, huh?â
âWant it so bad, babe.â You whimper as you buck your hips.
Mingyu snaps when he hears the little pet name. Immediately, he starts to slam into your squelching cunt over and over again. You cry out loudly as juices leak from your stuffed hole. It takes him no time to find your g-spot, and he angles his cock to hit it every time he snaps his hips.
âFu-Fuck, Gyu.â You whimper as you tug him closer to ghost your lips across his. âGonna cum again. Gonna cum all over your big cock.â
âDo it, baby. God. Need to feel you cream on me,â he groans.Â
You move your hips to meet his thrusts, eager to gush all over his dick and give him what he wants. Mingyu goes to kiss you deeply, moaning in satisfaction when your pulsing pussy clamps down on him again. His mind is swimming with pleasure as you cry out for him.
Mingyuâs heavy balls slap against your ass as he fucks deeper into your wet hole. Youâre gushing so much that he knows you wonât be able to stop at just one orgasm. Which is exactly what he wants. He needs you addicted to his cock so you donât ever consider going to someone else. Even if you do, heâll get rid of them. Now that youâve given him a taste, heâs going to make sure no one else has the chance to.
âGod, Mingyu.â You whimper, toes curling in pleasure. âJust want you to keep me stuffed with your fat cock all night.â
Mingyu groans and presses a chaste kiss on your lips. Heâll give you anything you want. âDonât worry, baby. Thatâs exactly what Iâm going to do. Gonna breed you all night.â
Your stepbrotherâs promise pushes you over the edge. Those filthy words make your legs tighten around him as your pussy clamps down on his dick. You moan out Mingyuâs name loudly as you cover his cock with your orgasm. Your legs tremble as you keep getting fucked through your mind-numbing pleasure.
âThatâs it, baby. Cum all over your stepbrotherâs cock. Fuck. So good for me.â
Mingyuâs thrusts get rougher as he pistons his cock deeper into your pulsing cunt. Thereâs no hotter sight than you cumming all over his cock. The pretty face you make is something that heâll never forget, and thatâs all he needs to reach his own climax. Mingyu buries his cock to the hilt and spills all his hot, sticky cum inside you with a loud moan of your name. He keeps fucking his cock into your hot cunt, stuffing it full of cum.Â
âTake it like a good girl,â he pants, eyes shut tightly as he keeps fucking his aching cock inside you. âTake every fucking drop, baby girl.â
You move your hands to cling to his hair, grinding your sloppy pussy to get his cum deeper inside. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he creams your pussy.
âGyu,â you whimper. âYou came so muchâfuck. Feels so hot inside.â
Mingyu groans as he buries his face in your neck, cock pulsing at your words. âShit, baby. Making me want to fuck you all over again.â
You hum, deciding that you wonât be leaving his bed anytime soon. âItâs my turn.â
Mingyu grunts in surprise when you push him off and make him lean against the headboard. Immediately, you go to straddle him before smashing your lips together. He hungrily kisses you back, big hands gripping your ass to grind your messy cunt onto his hot cock.Â
âSo hot,â you gasp in between kisses. âYouâre so fucking hot."
Mingyu giggles into your mouth. âYeah?â
You hum in confirmation as you suck on his tongue. Again, you tangle one of your hands in his hair and pull his head back so you can kiss him deeper. The kiss you share is nasty, and it just makes you needy for him all over again.
You pull away and grab his cock. Mingyu bites his lip as you slowly sink down on it. He slumps back against the headboard, giving you time to adjust to the stretch of his thick cock. Your stepbrother smooths his thumbs across your hard nipples, smirking when you clench down on him.
âGod, youâre fucking pretty,â Mingyu growls as he punches your nipples. âMy pretty baby.â
âMingyu,â you sigh as your eyelashes flutter in pleasure.
You grind down on him, hips swivelling to fuck him just right. It doesnât take long for him to become a mess under you. You smirk and start to bounce on him, loving how heâs practically writhing with pleasure.Â
âI just wanna be inside you all the time,â he tugs on the sensitive buds until youâre arching into the motion.Â
You duck your head down to sloppily kiss Mingyu again when thereâs a knock on the door. Even to your surprise, you donât stop your movements. It feels too good. You pull away, wondering when your parents came back home and how you didnât hear them. Your pussy gets tighter, and Mingyu bites his bottom lip as he grabs your hips to keep you from moving.
âMingyu? Are you still awake?â His mom calls through the door.Â
At that moment, you two make a decision. A nasty, filthy one. Mingyu maintains eye contact with you and slowly fucks his cock up into your sloppy pussy.Â
âYeah. Do you need something?â
Your eyes roll back, cunt spasming around Mingyuâs dick. The lewd switching coming from your pussy seems louder now, but you donât think to stop your stepbrother from bullying his cock in and out of your hole.Â
âHave you seen Y/N? Sheâs not in her room.â
âSheâs in here. We were watching a movie and she fell asleep,â Mingyuâs voice is smooth and even. It makes you start to bounce on him again. âIâll take her to her room in a second.â
Your stepbrotherâs dark eyes never leave yours as he starts to whisper. âYou like that we might get caught?â
You nod again, barely able to hold back your moans.
âOkay good. I was worried since itâs getting late.â
Mingyu grinds his cock deep in your cunt and moves his thumb down to rub your clit roughly. Youâre so wet that even with Mingyu's slow, deep thrusts, your pussy is squelching with every movement.Â
âDirty little slut. Imagine if she had opened the door,â Mingyu holds back a groan as your hot cunt clamps down on him again. âShe wouldâve seen how much you love your stepbrotherâs cock.â
You bounce a little harder on his dick when you hear his filthy words. His thumb continues to flick and rub at your swollen clit. Your head tips back as your pussy gushes around his cock when your orgasm hits out of nowhere.Â
Mingyu watches your throbbing pussy clamp down on him as he slowly thrusts into you. You feel his hands squeeze your hips hard enough to bruise. His slow thrusts are prolonging your orgasm, walls fluttering constantly around his dick. Mingyuâs thumb is still rubbing your clit, overstimulation making the muscles in your thighs jump.Â
âGod, baby.â Mingyu groans. âSo fucking dirty, cumming all over my cock like that. Did thinking we were gonna get caught turn you on that much?â
âYeah,â you mewl, too turned on to feel embarrassed.
Your thighs shake with the force of your second orgasm, pussy trying to milk Mingyuâs cock for more cum.
âYouâre so nasty, baby girl.â Mingyu moans, raising to suck on your nipples. He smirks when your pulsing pussy clamps down on him again.
âMy dirty little slut. Fuck, Iâm gonna cum.â
He bites down on your nipple as he pumps his hips into your soaked cunt. You moan as his hot cum fills your greedy pussy, walls fluttering and urging him to spill more inside of you. Mingyu fucks it deeper into you until all you can do is whimper and mewl like the fucked out slut he turned you into.
After a few minutes, he relaxes back into the bed, pulling you down to lay on him. You close your eyes, completely sated and full. As you go to move, Mingyu holds you still before his cock can slip out of you.
âStay where you are,â his voice is commanding. âWant to keep you plugged up.â
You shiver and relax against him. âOkay.â
Soon enough, your breathing evens out and you fall asleep. Mingyu places a gentle kiss on your hair, loving that youâve fallen asleep with his cock and cum still inside you. He closes his eyes and squeezes you against him like heâs afraid you might disappear.
It took a long time to get here, but it was all worth it
From suggesting to his stepdad that you moving back home would be a good idea to making sure his mom did the same. That made it easier to listen in on the many calls you had with your friends and find out everything about your ideal man. It helped him mold himself into everything you wanted, which wasnât too hard because Mingyu swears you were describing him.
Going into your room when you were out of the house also lets him know more about you. All of your interests and hobbies are there for him to learn and master. It also made it easier for him to get you gifts.
And finally, constantly borrowing your laptop to find out what type of porn you liked. It was all good stuff, things that he knew he was good at. Obviously, you liked to be degraded a little, but also worshipped. Mingyu licks his lips as he thinks about all the things heâs going to recreate with you. His cock throbs inside your warm pussy just thinking about it.
Everything is perfect, and Mingyu will do anything to keep it this way. Heâll continue to drive away any threats from your life because heâs the only one who can have you.
And if a day ever comes when you no longer want him, heâll make sure no one else can have you either.
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A little addition to this. Shout out to @sundaescreamcheese because theyâve guessed right.
Warnings: Banished knight!Ghost x Witch!Reader x Bloodhound knight Soap, Elden Ring AU, Johnny is a bit of a dog, possessive behaviour, suggestive themes, smut at the end, biting
âHail, witchâ, gruff low voice would have startled you if your wards didnât tense the moment he stepped onto your territory.
You donât know what heâs doing here, this deep in the woods, this far from his usual duties and this far from Stormveil Castle.
But you arenât going to be rude to the man in full armour, with a sword taller than you.
If whatever he seeks can be found without much hassle and he could get off your territory that would be great.
âHail, knightâ, you muse back, careful distance from him. Your wards wonât let him step much closer to the cottage, not unless you specifically grant him entrance and for nowâŚfor now you arenât sure you should.
The man looks at you â someoneâs skull now adoring the front of his helmet, his horse a menacing thing that huffs out cold air in agitation. Yeah, itâs no easy journey to get here.
Thatâs why you live here.
The man in front of you is tall and absolutely huge, more monster than a knight. Makes you wonder what happened for someone like him to become Banished.
What brought him to your doorstep.
You sigh, a little grateful that Johnny is too busy fussing over chickens in the backyard because gods know he canât stand strangers. Even more than you so.
âYou seek refuge or favour?â, you tilt your head to the side, eager to get rid of him faster. Johnny may not be able to run like he did before but heâs still one very good Bloodhound. You donât have much time until he will stalk outside to see whatâs going on in front of your house.
(The previous visitor that had a gall to grab your hand before leaving was hunted down by Johnny. Hunted down and brought back, the hand that gripped you resting on the first step of your porch)
Banished knight looks at you for a few very long moments but if sensing your agitation, gets off his horse â landing on his feet with grace, that sends shivers down your spine.
Heâs not just big.
Heâs in a very good control of his body and heâs very aware of his size.
Heâs dangerous.
Your wards tense up, not letting him through when he steps forward and he freezes as if he forgot about them. Though who knows, maybe he did forget.
Knights did have tendency to feel like they are owed entrance wherever they go, perhaps this one is no different.
âI need to find another knight. Bloodhoundâ, his voice is low, muffled by the helmet he doesnât take off â dark eyes boring into you, staring you down from the high of his height.
Your brows furrow at the strange request, heart thumping faster. Thereâs only one knight who has been around these parts of the woods.
And heâs no longer Bloodhound. You are not giving him back. You are not going to let anyone take him away and rip him off everything you and time out here have been slowly restoring.
âI canât help youâ, you voice sharp, unusually so and Banished knight tilts his whole body forward as if trying to press himself through the wards, his fingers curling and uncurling â leather of his glove creaking.
âI donât need much, witch. Just tell me where he went. And I will leaveâ, Banished presses further, shoulders tense and voice curling around your throat like a grip.
He takes a breathe before stepping back, raising his hands in half-hearted placating gesture.
âI mean no harm. I can pay if you need. Just tell me if you saw himâ, he sounds almost gentle, head tilting down so he can look in your eyes without you having to crane your neck at him. âIâmâŚa friendâ, he adds reluctantly, like he needs to physically tear the words out of himself.
Your brows furrow further and coincidentally Johnny couldnât find a moment to show up better than now, sound of his walking uneven â still a limp to his step.
He rolls out of the house, picture of faux nonchalance, despite the sharp edge to his eyes.
âHen, you alright? I heard-â, words die on his tongue when he sees the Banished knight, eyes widening. There is a strange kind of hunger in his gaze.
You donât like it.
Because Banished knight sees Johnny and almost lunges himself in his direction, the only thing stopping him are the tethers of your wards, curling around his throat, forcing him back, forcing him out.
Air smells like ozone, air cracks with pressure, your fingers quickly warming up with a spell because you were right.
This man is dangerous. He saw Johnny.
You canât let him leave now. He will need to disappear.
But Johnny grips your shoulders and shakes his head, eyes mad and desperate, an anguish to his face that you donât quite understand.
âNae, hen. Itâs Simon. Donâtâ, he breathes out, fingers digging into your skin, eyes boring into yours.
You glance back at Banished knight and heâs sitting on his knees now, tethers forcing him down, still tightly wrapped around his throat.
Heâs dangerous. You donât know him.
But Johnnyâs nose presses to your cheek, breathing shuddering and he doesnât let go of you. He doesnât pull away until you give him a slow tentative nod.
Your fingers flick, soft popping of tethers letting go audible in the air and Johnny actually lunges himself at the Banished knight, sending them both tumbling in the snow.
Knight holds onto him with such hunger something in you churns uncomfortably. What if he will take Johnny away?
Your fingers warm up with the subconscious desire to push the strange man (Simon, his name is Simon) out. Out of your territory, out of your woods, out of your life.
But Johnny looks genuinely happy to see him so you let it go, just sitting yourself down nearby. Youâll be damned if he gets injured just because you looked away for a second.
But Simon grips Johnny like heâs the lifeline and answer to his prayers. Simonâs palms slide all over Johnnyâs body, stroking sides, checking for wounds or tethers (your lips practically curl in snarl when you notice. Who the fuck does he think you are?).
He pauses at Johnnyâs bad knee, touch getting more careful, eyes expectant and suddenly on you.
âOld injuryâ, you tell him for some reason. Not like you actually have to. You donât owe this man anything, heâs unwelcome guest in your home. âI did what I could. If I found him later, heâd probably be without leg by now. Infection practically ate him aliveâ
Banished knight holds your eyes for a very long moment and then melts back into Johnny, murmuring something under his breath â too far for you to hear.
Doesnât matter. The man isnât staying in your home. Heâs dangerous.
You tell that yourself and finally go back into the house to put kettle on. Itâs too cold to stay mad out in the open. Heâs not staying here anyway, so thereâs no need to get too riled up.
Heâs not staying but Johnny still shifts his weight from one leg to another in the doorway, Simon looming over his shoulder. They both look like a pair of big, wet from snow dogs.
You look at Johnny unimpressed but he tilts his head to the side, grown out strands of hair falling over his forehead. It should be illegal to be that bloody handsome.
You sigh and gesture for them to get in.
Okay, tea never harmed anyone. Youâll let this man warm up and heâll be on his way before the sundown.
With or without Johnny.
The thought makes bile rise in your throat but you force it down focusing on the task at hand.
You canât keep him if heâd want to go and you wonât humiliate yourself with begging him to stay.
But Johnny, so attuned to your moods by now, so used to having you chat for both of you steps closer â hands wrapping around your waist, part of his weight leaning on you to give a break his healthy leg.
âYer not happyâ, he notes, nose pressing to your ear, huffing out air and you canât help but relax, letting him lean on you. Heâs warm, heat rolling off him in waves, seeping through the sweater you made for him. Your head tilts back on his shoulder and he presses a kiss to your neck.
âHeâs dangerousâ, you muse quietly and ignore the chuckle Simon lets out. Banished knight is now sitting in front of your fireplace, cloak taken off and hanged on the chair to dry out.
Johnny just nods, calloused fingers rubbing idle circles on your solar plexus. Itâs a long moment before he speaks again.
âIâm dangerousâ, itâs said almost causally, his breath ghosting over your neck and you suppress the urge to roll your eyes.
âItâs differentâ, you snap back immediately.
Simon huffs behind your back and if Johnny wasnât leaning on you, youâd have probably thrown something in the man. Heâs not going to laugh at you in your own bloody house.
âSimonâs not bad, henâ, Johnny breathes out, tone softer, teeth grazing over sweet spot behind your ear, heat dripping down to your abdomen. Bastard. He knows what heâs doing.
âAnd Simon is not staying hereâ, you grumble, pouring herbal blend in three mugs, suppressing the urge to shiver when Johnny bites your neck.
âHenâ, he starts and you already know where it leads, you head shaking quickly.
âNoâ, you cut him off and nudge him with a shoulder to step back so you can move. âMove, I need to give this Banished his bloody teaâ
Johnny grumbles but peels himself off you, less than happy to lose the comfort and warmth your body provides. Less than happy to let you slip out of his grasp.
âHe can stay in the barnâ, Johnny offers and just grins when you send him a glare. His teeth itch to sink into the nape of your neck, press you into the bed, lick the fight and agitation out of you, make you soft and pliant.
âI said noâ
âHenâ
âHeâs dangerousâ
âHen, have mercyâ
Simon watches the way you two bicker, enjoying that none of you even noticed he took the helmet off to drink the tea you placed on the table with more force than necessary, some of it trickling down the rims of the mug.
Simon huffs out a dry chuckle when Johnny tries to pull you back into his hands and you sidestep, smacking his hands away. Leaving Bloodhound almost pouting.
âCruelâ, he complains to Simon, hands crossing over his chest. But despite everythingâŚJohnny looks good. Better than Simon remembers him.
Heâs wider now, there is bulk to him that Bloodhound Knight Johnny didnât have. His eyes are brighter.
He is talking.
Simon didnât even know Johnny could fucking talk, thought all Bloodhounds are mute. Courtesy of the profession.
âI understand you want to sleep with your Banished in the barn today?â, the witch arches their brow at Johnny and groans when his eyes light up.
Like a bloody dog catching the whiff of blood on the hunt. Old habits die hard, evidently.
âYou can stayâ, Johnny announces to Simon like itâs his personal victory, like he brought his master a good game after the hunt and is waiting to get his ear scratched.
His grin so wide itâs a miracle his face doesnât crack. Witch rolls their eyes but Simon sees the way their lips twitch.
Seems not only he has a soft spot for Johnny.
Maybe it shouldâve made him feel uneasy but if anything he feels satisfied, like something finally clicked in place. Puzzle finally unlocking in his hands, showing him the reward.
Simon tilts his head to the side, scar crossing his lips stretching when he smiles down at you.
Yeah, heâs staying.
A day turns into a couple days and then into two whole weeks because of the blizzard, Simon pushing further and further.
Eyes heavy and dark when heâd catch a glimpse of your throat or Johnnyâs bites â purple bruises on your neck, soft creaking of the bed upstairs whenever it happened.
Simon doesnât tell you that he moved from barn to the cot in the kitchen and you pretend that you donât know heâs been sleeping there for the last week.
Simon pretends in return that he doesnât strain his ears, catching the smallest sounds Johnny tears out of you. That he doesnât lean on the cold wall of the kitchen, thighs spread wide, his eyes closed. That his hand doesnât find its way to touch himself, stroking at almost lazy pace.
After all, Johnny is not starving Simon of little love here and there, eyes electric blue, mouth slick on the inner side of Simonâs thighs â your taste still on his lips.
Simon worms himself into your life and starts moving bloody furniture so he can position himself more comfortably, clicking his tongue when you hiss at him â tilting his head at you the same way a heavyweight horse would at the farmâs cat.
His fingers catch your jaw when you grumble that he rearranges your kitchen again, his lips pressing to yours.
You take a step back just to feel Johnnyâs warm chest pressing into you, breathing heavier than usually, hands wrapping around you.
Simon angles your face so he can slip his tongue in your mouth, groaning appreciatively when you let him in. When you tilt your head up, allowing his fingers to curl over your neck.
Here we go. Finally.
Simon licks your lower lip, finally pulling away and reaches for Johnny just to give him a kiss just as wet, now grinning like a well-fed creature. Satisfaction dripping out his every pore.
Johnny nuzzles into your hair, breathing out a low âthink Simon can sleep with us now, hen?â and you just nod. Your legs jelly that donât hold you properly, head stuffed with cotton, skin tingling from the heat of their stares.
ThatâsâŚan unexpected turn. You were ready for Simon to leave. You were ready for Johnny to leave with him.
But thisâŚthis is a surprise.
Simon presses a short kiss to your forehead and walks away to feed the livestock. Thereâs a new spring to his step, as if something just depressurised his spine, letting him grow a few inches up.
The issue arises only when itâs time to actually sleep because Johnny is insatiable and he refuses to move anywhere from between your thighs, not reacting to anything.
Especially not to Simon walking in.
You feel hot, Johnnyâs tongue sending white hot sparkles down your spine, your eyes meeting Simonâs whose pupils blow wide and god, heâs more monster than a knight.
Heâs the solide presence when he crawl in bed to pull you into his lap, big palms holding you open for Johnny, fingers sinking in the meat of your thighs.
âEager today, arenât we, sweetâeart?â, Simon sucks his own mark in your skin, teeth grazing your throat, his grip on your thighs getting stronger when you make the prettiest needy sound.
Music for his ears.
âItâs okay. Gonna take good care of ya. Gonna take care of both of youâ, he practically purrs, sliding his fingers down your body to find the fluttering hole, dipping in it just to marvel at your body swallowing his first knuckle.
Johnny whines, his tongue circling lower, curling around Simonâs fingers, making you choke on your own breathing because too much-too hot-too wet.
Simon presses a kiss to your jaw, grin wicked and dark, stubble on his cheek scratching your skin.
âBe good, luvâ, he murmurs, eyes heavy and hungry when Johnny sucks his fingers in, practically gagging on thick digits. âOpen up for usâ
Johnny bites on the fingers in his mouth before pulling away, dropping back down between your legs, sinking his teeth in the meat of your thigh.
Marking.
Simon smiles wider and adds a second finger, pushing in deeper, cooing in your neck when your hips buckle.
Thereâs no rush, love. They arenât going anywhere.
After all, you already let them in. They might as well make themselves at home.
Johnnyâs tongue traces the bite mark on your thigh, his eyes fixed on another one he left on Simonâs knuckles that are currently sinking inside of you. Wet squelching sound sending a heatwave through Johnnyâs whole body.
So welcoming to them. So sweet, hen. It would be their pleasure.
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    Vivian nods away in agreement for to her, having a considerable amount of burgers without any soda didn't seem like something that's really heard of... and yeah, perhaps there were way better palate cleansers to be had than carbonated drinks, but as this was a food truck and not a restaurant, the selection of beverages they could realistically order would understandably be a bit limited.
    "Welp, I wouldn't go as far as to say I necessarily understand 'everything', per say, but yeah, once you manage to live through twenty one years on this planet, you start discovering some pretty basic stuff... like, for instance, how the human body gets thirsty if you consume salty snacks yet do not occasionally bring yourself to drink water throughout regular intervals," Vivian states. Granted, most would consider that to be 'common sense', but as per usual, she frames it more like an academic study than redundant knowledge nobody would truly bother disputing.
    Either way, it doesn't take long for her bespectacled gaze to soon settle on the drinks menu, which was situated to the right side corner of the food truck... and to her delight, Coke was listed as one of the drinks that were available to order, causing her to clasp both hands together.
    "Ooh, what do you know?! They do indeed have Coke! No Fanta to be seen, though... then again, at least we aren't forced to choose Pepsi, which is the mid alternative to Coke," Vivian pipes up. Of course, after the final customer leaves, she'll then finally pull out her wallet before turning to Mizumachi. "Alright, so to summarize super quickly... we want ten teriyaki cheese burgers with two cokes?" Vivian repeats in order to ensure they were on the same page.
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âBia is so smart! I love it!â
Who knew there was such a place so close by? He hadnât found the place yet, and who knew how long it wouldâve taken before he found it. The food truck now had a new fan who was bound to visit pretty often any time homesickness struck him- which was surprisingly often if he was left alone with his thoughts.
The jock laughs at the comment that the food truck wasnât going anywhere. It wouldnât sprout legs and run awayâbut it had wheels, didnât it? Couldnât it drive off?
âYeah! A Teriyaki cheese burger sounds great!â
Sometimes, heâd go into restaurants and find that the food was very different compared to his expectations, but if going by the smell alone, he was sure that he was going to like the burgers here. He normally wasnât that picky when it came to food anyways, but still! It was a kind of betrayal for someone who craved familiar tastes to walk into a restaurant and walk out of it confused over what heâd actually eaten. He learned the hard way that many âfusionâ places werenât⌠the best. Guess not every fusion was stellar and epic. Sorry Goku and Vegeta.
âYou really understand everything, huh? Youâre right! If youâre going to be eating a lot of burgers anyways, ya gotta drink something that pairs well with it. Coke is the best! Fanta is also good, though.â
If you were going to be eating your fill of burgers, was there really any real difference if you chose to drink soda over water? The difference was minor at that point, so there was no point in picking straws. Water was his preferred drink for regular hours, but if he was doing rigorous exercise, then he would reach for sports drinks to replenish his electrolytes. Soda was for whenever he was treating himself to some junk food. Might as well go big or go home (and eat healthier).
#fightingthetides#ââ ⧟ ⸢ ĘÉ â¸Łď¸łm̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ â ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE.#⸞ âď¸ â¸ž ( SOCIALIZING / o3: vivian and mizumachi ) ⤚ â˘â˘ đĽđđŁđđđđ¤.#⸞ âď¸ â¸ž ( QUEUED ) ⤚ â˘â˘ đđ đŁ đĽđđ đđđđŁđđŁđŞ.#[ ugh the first example you used reminds me of that (1) time sb (who didn't even reply more than 2 times on our thread) pretty much sent ]#[ me an ask where they timeskipped ahead and had their muse ask out vivian (thereby skipping the whole slowburn process) WHICH WAS ]#[ EXTREMELY RANDOM and forced me to play along to the idea of her being close friends with that muse... but it ended up leaving such a ]#[ bad taste in my mouth afterwards i just ended up softblocking them because while i get being busy irl and not having much time to reply ]#[ to threads i came to the realization i did not want to write with partners who would be too lazy to write the proper development/buildup#[ that would be required for a ship. but on the off chance my muse is already shipped with sb else yeah i'll treat shippy asks as canon ]#[ when it comes to platonic relationships though there's a lot more leeway with me cause i know it can be a pain to write friendships from#[ scratch sometimes (hence why i prefer muses starting out as acquaintances than strangers around 90% of the time) but our muses have to ]#[ be friends for at least a while and actually bond before i'll be comfortable to ship vivian with another muse ]#[ AND YUP... 'the rules for thee but not for me' type you commonly see in the rpc! like what's also funny is that he implied i had jason ]#[ stalk him on my behalf when IN ACTUALITY i told him to visit this guy's blog at his own discretion (because he has a tracker installed) ]#[ and if anything jason only checked his blog a few times out of his own volition because he was curious BUT DESPITE THIS the guy still ]#[ made it out to seem as if i asked jason to keep tabs on his blog (which is something i only knew because he rambled about people ]#[ 'transparently' stalking him on somebody's behalf over on COAR... which i assume is me because i'm the only one i'm aware of he has beef#[ with) BUT YEAH thanks to this guy publicly vaguing me/accusing me of things i haven't done let alone recall doing ]#[ (as well as the fact he claims sb has been showing him my ooc posts) there had been a brief period of time where i did not want to ]#[ continue being active on tumblr as you are well aware because the one rumor milling was not me but him ]#[ in fact everything i had to say about him was based on the comments he posted on COAR or his own vagues i screenshotted cause it seemed ]#[ to be specifically attacking me (which my friends seemingly agreed with) LIKE... as a matter of fact one of my friends even said it was ]#[ obvious he was vague-blogging about me and concluded he must be block evading as well (based on how he worded a vague post) ]
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in retrospect, there's really no other way this night could've possibly ended.
zayne likes to think that he tried. that he had exercised as much restraint as he could. that the only reason he's got his lips on your skin, planting wet kisses that trails along the path of your collarbone, is because truly, he's been pushed to the brink of his self control.
but is he really to blame when you looked absolutely divine in that dress?
"z-zayne, we have to go ..."
your words fail to register in his mind, anything and everything but the tiny sounds you make enters one ear and slides right out the other. he almost feels bad now, the memory of how ecstatic you were when he'd invited you as his plus one to a banquet hosted by akso hospital three weeks ago flashes before him. how that excitement grew tenfold when you told him about the dress you'd bought to surprise him with.
and he certainly was surprised, pleasantly so, when the sight of your bare back greeted him as he entered his bedroom.
zayne stops in his tracks, feet feeling like they've been permanently rooted to the carpeted floor of his bedroom.
you're seated in front of the vanity table he'd put together for you. the size of it is nothing like the one you have at your apartment, but it shares a similar design, the same wooden accents. it's enough that you can get ready for anything without having to make a stop at your place. he'd bought it when you first began to spend the night at his apartment.
lately though, you've been spending the better part of each week in his place. zayne's been reminding himself to build up the courage to ask you to move in with him.
he's supposed to be used to this. to your back facing him. to your eyes lighting up when you catch sight of his figure through the reflection of your vanity mirror. to you pausing in the middle of your routine to turn around, greet him with that smile of yours that sends an ache in his heart.
but this damned dress.
he forces his feet off the floor to move towards you, his heavy footsteps catching your attention. you flash him a sheepish smile, your eyes flitting towards the jacket of his dress suit draped on his arm.
"have i been taking too long?" you ask, hurriedly dragging the tip of your eyeliner to your lids.
"no," zayne stalks close enough to place his hands on the back of your chair. he drinks you in, eyes casting downwards to the fabric pooling at your lower back. your hair is pulled up to a loose bun, fastened with a clip shaped into a snowflake, leaving your bare shoulders to view. he takes the thin strap of your dress betwixt thumb and forefinger, fighting the immense urge to pull the flimsy fabric off.
it's a losing battle, and zayne succumbs to his desires in a matter of seconds. he leans down, planting one tender kiss on the base of your neck.
he holds your gaze through the mirror as he releases his hold on the strap, letting it fall just above your elbow. he uses the same fingers to map out the scars littered on your back.
"no, you're alright."
"i'm-" your words get caught in a choke. "i'm almost done. why don't you wait for me here?"
"of course." zayne kisses your cheek before taking a seat on the edge of his bed. his eyes bore into you with an intensity that you can feel, enough to induce a tremble in your hands as you add the finishing touches to your make up.
"done!" you begin tidying up your table, placing the brushes back to their compartments. "just need to put my heels on."
"allow me." zayne very nearly bolts from the bed. he takes your heels by the straps from their place beside your vanity.
slowly, zayne kneels before you.
it's then that zayne notices another ... feature of your dress, discovering a slit that goes right up to your thigh. he freezes, hands ghosting your ankle, a field of smooth skin staring at him. possibly taunting him. definitely not helping his pants that seem to be growing tighter by the minute.
"love? are you okay?"
and you had the nerve to ask. surely, you must be aware of your effect on him by now?
"yes." he breathes out an apology, sucking the air through his nose as he slides your feet into the shoe. his fingers find the straps, wrapping them around and working up your leg the way he's watched you do so countless times before. he moves closer, reaching behind your leg to tie the straps together into what he hopes is a neat bow over your calf.
zayne repeats the process with your other shoe, but this time, he lets himself linger. lets his fingers run past your leg, over your knee, until they land on your thigh. lets them prod lightly at the flesh, encasing the muscle with his palm. lets himself lean down, low enough that from your point of view, it looks he's bowing to you.
he places a kiss, first over the strap of your heels that he's just worked on, the material an odd intrusion to his moisturized lips. then another, on your knee. and finally, his lips replace the palm on your thigh.
you shiver at the sudden loss of warmth, but you find soon enough that zayne never intended on keeping his hands away from you for long.
his hand glides further up, slipping beneath the fabric of your dress where it finds itself a home there.
zayne is too caught up in you, plush skin, enchanting perfume, this godforsaken dress, to hear your voice. he's only knocked out of his trance when he feels your hand cup his cheek.
"zayne?" he looks up, chin resting on your thigh. there's a flush to your cheeks, an obvious difficulty in the way you breathe. "we're going to be late."
he nods, pushing himself off the floor. he holds his hand out for you take and gladly, you slip your hand into his with a smile, using him as leverage to stand up.
zayne makes it about halfway through the living room before something in him snaps. he strides across his apartment, footsteps quick and erratic, almost tripping over his own feet.
you hear him from where you stood before his front door, turning around with the knob between your hand to ask him if he's okay. you get barely a word out of your mouth when zayne crashes his lips onto yours.
and that's how you find yourself now, pinned against the door of his apartment, clinging to his shoulders as your legs begin to go limp.
zayne kisses you everywhere, frenzied lips travelling from your neck, the exposed skin of your cleavage. he gives you not even a second to breathe before he's back on your lips. his hands behave similarly, squeezing at every inch of skin his fingers come across.
"i'm sorry." he sends a stream of warm air to your neck, nipping lightly at the skin. "it's just- you look so- god, it's this dress."
"the event-!" zayne cuts you off by sucking at your neck hard enough that it's bound to leave a mark.
"to hell with it."
you yelp when he cradles the back of your thighs to lift you up with ease. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his lower back, bringing him close enough that you can feel the bulge poking through his pants.
"the things you do to me..." zayne whispers over your lips. he eases your entire body into just one of hands, the other moving up to your face, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "god, you have no idea."
except, you think you know exactly what you do to him, when he starts making his way back to the bedroom, lips eternally attached to yours.
#im sorry this was supposed to be as long as it ended up being đ#zayne x reader#love and deepspace x reader#love and deepspace#zayne love and deepspace#zayne smut#love and deepspace smut
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Traitor part 8
ALL PARTS CAN BE FOUND HERE
here it is everyone :)) took me forever but itâs finally here! now I can disappear in peace lol. Iâll proofread everything later, but I hope this lives up to everyoneâs expectations. thank you all for the love youâve given this series. I hope this gives you some closure.
let me know if you want any drabbles from the series <3
thank you again!
after kyle finally leaves you alone, you slink back against the door, shutting your eyes so tightly stars dot your vision.
it never ends, does it?
apologies. worry. sympathy. pity.
it was in each of their eyesâ the one-four-one. each of them trying to mask their pity for you behind sickening sympathy. you were exhausted of that lookâ not just from them, but from everyone you had walked past or looked at since everything had happened.
you open your eyes, scanning the room. what once had been a haven had become a hell. shattered glass sprinkled the floor near the mirror. clothes were still strewn about. you hadnât bothered picking up what had been disturbed.
youâd be gone too soon for it to matter.
your phone rings then, the screen lighting up in the dimly lit room. you let the ring tone play for a second longer before youâre moving, reaching for the device on your nightstand.
itâs kate, and you breathe a sigh of relief.
âhello?â you say as you answer the call.
âitâs kate,â comes the womanâs familiar voice through the speaker. âim on my way to base. should be there by tomorrow.â
you startle, eyebrows raising in confusion. âyouâre coming here? why?â
you hear her sigh. âwe can talk about it tomorrow. I need to meet with john, anyways. two birds, one stone and all that.â she tells you.
âcan you at least tell me if the paper work is all set for my transfer?â you ask.
she doesnât answer for a moment, and then:
âweâll talk about it tomorrow, sergeant. get some rest. you sound like you need it.â
you hear a click, and then the line goes dead. you furrow your brows as you look down at the phone in your hand.
why on earth would she come all the way here just to talk?
your mind is moving a mile a minute, and suddenly, it clicks.
laswell is coming here to do damage control.
you huff a mirthless laugh, dropping your phone as your hands come up to run through your hair.
you werenât being reassigned. you were being discharged.
but was it at her insistence, or someone elseâs?
you whip around, wrenching open the door and storming down the hall to priceâs office. those you pass in the hallway give you bewildered stares, and suddenly youâre aware that youâre still in that damned robe, but youâre on a mission.
and when you start something, you see it through.
you donât bother knocking as you reach priceâs door. instead, you barge into the office, effectively interrupting an argument between price and simon. their voices die off, heads turning to appraise who had barged in.
priceâs eyes widen at the sight of you, but simonâs face is as unreadable as always. the door clicks shut behind you, and you stalk towards the two men, your fists clenched as you seethe.
âyou motherfuckers,â you hurl the words at them, âyou fucking knew. you knew.â
âlove, what are you talkinâ about?â price questions, his brows furrowed as he turns to you.
âlaswell,â you say, and priceâs eyes widen. he knows. and now he knows you know.
âwhatever she told youââ
âshe didnât tell me shit,â you huff. âI figured it out. why the fuck else would she come here just to talk? sheâs playing fucking babysitter, isnât she?â
price doesnât speak. your gaze flits to simonâs.
âIâm sure you were rooting for this outcome, werenât you? couldnât finish me off in that fucking room, but hey, this is just as good, isnât it? sending me back to fucking nothing.â
âthis job is my life,â you turn your attention back to the captain. âand you fuckers just canât stop ruining it, can you?â your voice is raising, and tears prick the corners of your eyes. youâre becoming hysteric.
âall because of a fucking lie!â youâre yelling now, jabbing a finger into the chest of your former captain.
âcalm down,â the sound of simonâs rough baritone leads your head to snap toward him. your eyes are wide, fury and terror blazing in them.
and he expects you to let loose. scream and hit and scream some more. but you donât.
you stand there and you stare at him with those wide eyes. the rest of the roomâ hell, the world falls awayâ and itâs just him and you.
like it was on patrol during countless nights, your bare fingers dancing over his gloved hands as you prattled on about a show you liked.
on countless nights curled up in his bed, your back to him, pressed so close he could feel the beat of your heart in his own chest. his arms wrapped around you, one of your fingers lazily tracing the ink on his forearm. no words spoken, yet so much said.
in the field, when you and johnny bicker over comms and he takes your side. when you take a bullet to the shoulder and he holds pressure on it until evac arrives.
when he makes eye contact with you as you pin kyle to the training mat, finally able to overcome his strength. when price tells him youâre the rat and he doesnât want to believe it.
itâs just him and you. a lieutenant and his sergeant. but itâs more than that.
itâs a deep understanding of this job being your life. of losing everything and everyone you hold dear. of finding family again in this team, and doing whatever it takes to keep that family safe.
and he fully realizes, then, what you have been condemned to.
what they condemned you to.
what he condemned you to.
he breaks from his thoughts as you slam your fist into his jaw.
priceâs eyes widen, his feet carrying him forward to intervene, but simon waves him off as he cradles a hand to his jaw.
âlet âem,â he grunts out, and price looks bewildered, but he nods. he takes a step back, his hands falling to his sides, and he lets you strike again.
âfuck you,â you seethe, and despite your best efforts, your voice cracks. emotion seeps in, and your eyes are wet as you swipe a leg out from under him, forcing him to his knees.
he falls with no grace, knees hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud. youâd cringe if this were any other circumstance.
instead, you deliver another blow, cracking his nose with the force of it. blood sprays out and wets your robe.
âghostââ price begins from somewhere off to the side, but simon just shakes his head.
âfuck you, simon! fuck you!â you scream at him, and your fists are flying blindly as tears cloud your eyes.
and he just takes the hits. you subconsciously register the sound of the office door squeaking as it opens and quickly closes. price didnât want to be a bystander any longer, it seems.
but he still didnât jump in. was it because of ghostâs insistence? or because your captain didnât want to watch one of his soldiers finally snap?
you finally stop yourself when blood drips from your knuckles. unsurprisingly, theyâve split again. thereâs no doubt in your mind that there will be little scars between each of them once theyâve healed.
more to add to the reminder of everything. god, at this point you knew youâd never forget it even if you wanted to. even if you tried to. even if you did for a brief moment, those little white linesâ discolored and jagged skin in the place of what should be smooth and unmarred, would be your reminder.
blood pools on the floor, a mix of yours and simonâs. you pay it no mind as you wipe the backs of your hands on your completely ruined robe. goodâ now you had a great excuse to throw the damned thing away.
you wouldâve thrown it away anyways.
you bring your hands to your eyes, wiping away tears that had freed themselves their cage. you see simon clearly then, his face bloodied and yet still beautiful in that way of his. his nose is obviously broken. lacerations above his eye and on his cheekbones.
his eyes are staring back you, the icy blue of them never more intense than now.
you heave in your breaths as you look at him. his split lip cracks further as he opens his mouth.
âdone?â
and you donât have anything left to give, so you nod. then you slump to your knees, down onto his level, and you donât look away from what youâve done.
itâs no different than what you did to the doctor, or to countless enemies in the field. but, at the same time, it is different.
because itâs him, and he let you do this. he could have easily stopped you. heâd shown his strength against you numerous times on the sparring mat, picking you up and tossing you around with ease.
and yet he didnât stop you.
âwhy?â you ask him, and itâs a loaded question. your voice is a watery tremble, and the word comes out as a whisper, but he doesnât shy away.
he shrugs. âyou needed it.â
heâs focusing on one aspect of the questionâ on why he let you hit him. you open your mouth to respond, but he surprises you by speaking again.
âleast I could do,â he says.
you close your mouth, your chapped lips pressed into a thin line. why is he doing this now? saying this now? what changed?
âis it your fault, then? that Iâm being discharged?â you find yourself asking, and youâre not sure if you want to know the answer.
maybe you just want a reason to hate him more.
âno,â he says, and you know he means it.
he never lied to you, regardless of any pain it may have saved. it was one of the things you had loved about him.
he sighs. âI didnât want you to go.â
that surprises you. simon was never one to freely speak on his feelings. he had opened up to you during your relationship, but it was as if there was always an invisible line he could never cross. never did he utter the complete truth to his thoughts or feelings. and you had accepted thatâ because that is who he was.
and you would take him with all his walls if it just meant that you could have him.
âI donât want you to.â he corrects himself.
the room falls silent around you. the part of you that still holds love for him yearns for his embrace at this moment. but you push that side of you down. you will not go crawling back, not after what happened.
âyouâve been an asshole,â you say, and he gives a curt nod.
âprobably.â he concedes. âbut I wouldnâ take anythinâ back. I told you, I meant what I said.â
âis that supposed to make me feel better?â you ask. god, he has a horrible way with words.
âno,â he tells you. ânothinâ I can say can do that.â
you snort. you fall back on you haunches, your hands in your lap as you look at him.
âI am never going to forgive you,â you tell him, words full of so much hurt.
he nods again. âI know. I donâ blame you. donâ expect you to, neither.â
âbut IâmâŚâ he starts, and his lips crease in a frown. âim sorry.â
you just look at him. perhaps you had wanted an apology at one moment in time, but now? now none of it mattered.
âI hope so,â you tell him. you move to stand, and he remains still. he hasnât moved an inch since youâd finished your assault.
âI hope you feel this way for the rest of your lonely life. I hope that you never forget what you did to me, and I hope that it keeps you up at night. because I can tell you with certainty that I will never forget. and I hope the others remember, too. I hope it tears you all apart from the inside. that it follows you around for the rest of your career.â
you breathe in, then out. âand I hope no one ever gives you the chances I did,â your voice is soft. âbecause I would never wish what you did to me on the next person you think you love.â
his face conveys no emotion other than the small frown still on his lips. his eyes, so cold, have softened the tiniest bit. you used to love when you could bring out that softness inside of him. when it was just the two of you, your hand in his, his eyes on you.
those memories would suffocate you if you let them. what couldâve been will suffocate you. you refuse to let it.
you turn and stalk towards the door, not bothering to spare him another glance. you open it, stepping out into the hallway, coming face-to-face with the rest of the one-four-one.
their eyes are all wide as they take you in. your bloodied hands and robe. the dried tear streaks on your cheeks. you pull the door shut behind you before you speak.
âi donât care to speak to kate,â you say to price, your eyes meeting his. âfuck her for not giving me a chance. and fuck you for laying down like a damn dog and not fighting for your fucking team.â
you turn to johnny next. âyou shove your sorries up your ass, mactavish. I donât want your sympathy, and I donât want your pity. I hope your regret eats you alive.â
finally, kyle. âand you,â you glare at him. âif anyone other than simon shouldâve defended me, it shouldâve been you. I met you first, kyle. you were my closest friend, my brother. and you turned out to be just another fucking lap dog.â
you shake your head, blinking away hot tears. âI want you to get me temporary housing and a car because thatâs the least you owe me, after ruining my life. and I donât want to hear from any of you ever again. if I do, I guarantee you I will not show you the mercy you think you showed me when you had me tied up in that chair.â
none of them spoke, and you didnât give them a chance to as you pushed past them, heading back toward your room to change.
a yellow cab retrieves you from base the next morning before kate arrives. itâs still dark outside when you leave the shelter that had once been home. rain pours down around you, a raging storm hanging overhead as it had all night prior. perhaps it was a reflection of your mood. you liked to think that it was.
you toss your duffle bag into the trunk, shutting it before climbing into the back seat. you hadnât bothered to pack anything other than a few pairs of clothes youâd recovered from the floor of your room. everything else could be trashed, especially anything the boys had given you.
the driver doesnât speakâ price had given him all the information he neededâ and paid himâ before heâd fetched you. it seems your final outburstâ and beating simon to a pulpâ had finally put some urgency in his movements.
none of them had seen you off, per your request. you thought it was the least they could do for you after continuously disrespecting your boundaries.
(unbeknownst to you, simon had watched you leave through a window.)
the driver turned up the musicâ some pop song you didnât know the name ofâ and you slumped in your seat, your head turned toward the window as you watched the rain race down it.
you found yourself drifting off quickly, and you didnât try to fight it. youâre finally free of that place and the men you thought were your family. free of the anxiety of seeing them around every corner. free of the hate that sparked in your heart every time you heard their voices.
you sleep, and for the first time since before everything, itâs peaceful.
you wake to the taxi driver talking to you.
âweâre here,â he says, knocking on the glass separating the front and back seats. âcan you get out now? I gotta get home. itâs my wifeâs birthday.â
you blink the sleep from your eyes, nodding before you even register what heâs saying. âsorry,â you mumble as you fumble with the seat belt.
you slip from the car, your boots splashing in a muddy puddle. you grimace as the murky water seeps in, wetting your socks.
you trudge around to the back of the car, opening the trunk and retrieving your bag. youâve just shut the trunk and stepped back when the car is driving off, kicking up mud that further dirties your boots and jeans.
you pay it little mind as you look at the small cottage before you.
nestled between some trees, itâs beautiful. a shingled roof. light blue paneled siding. a small front porch with a rocking chair and a bench swing. a beautiful dark blue door.
your favorite flowers live in the flower beds surrounding what you can see of the house. it makes you wonder if its a simple coincidence or if simon or price planned it.
how long have they known that you would have to come here? that you would have no where else to go except for where they put you?
you vowed that this house would just be temporary. you would get away from it as soon as possible, putting the rest of the one-four-one behind you. you didnât want any of them knowing where to find you.
the rain slows to a sad drizzle. drops prick your skin as you make no effort to avoid puddles, splashing carelessly to the front door. you can hear birds beginning to chirp, slipping out of their hiding places as the sunâs rays begin to illuminate the earth once more.
a new beginning, you think.
you reach a hand toward the door knob, twisting it open and pushing inside. itâs a cozy little place with wood floors and a brick fireplace. itâs furnished, but thereâs no personality to it. it clearly hasnât been somebodyâs home.
the door clicks shut behind you as you toe off your boots and drop your duffle by the door. as you nudge your boots out of the way with a foot, you notice an envelope on the floor.
eyebrows scrunched in confusion, you lean down and scoop it up. your name is written on the front in a scrawl you donât recognize.
who else knows youâre here?
perhaps youâll need to leave sooner than you thought.
you push your thumb under the seam, ripping it open with little finesse. inside is a typed letter. itâs an offer, you realize. a job offer.
its got an american stamp on it, and its signed by a phillip graves.
a new beginning indeed.
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soft heart shaped // brother's ennemy!rafe x innocent!reader
summary ; there was a fair reason of why your brother always keeping you away from the kook boys, even his own friends. there was also a fair a reason of why he wouldn't let you around his ennemy.
warnings ; +18 content. reader is kind of innocent but it doesn't involve rafe having a kink/or attraction about it. mean!rafe. intox kink/drugging. protective!brother. daddy issues. smut. oral(f&m r.). dumbification. daddy kink. light of violence. little age gap. mentions of stalking. soft!crybaby. p in v. dubcon. lil background. again, be aware of the warnings.
author's note ; as much as i love the brother's bsf trope, the brother's ennemy concept ran into my mind. i also wanted to add ; reader and her brother are kooks. it's not about pogues matters. i'm sorry if it's kinda shitty.
your brother always made sure you were safe and you had everything you needed. it was understandable knowing that none of your parents had been home for so long. he made sure that you always had what you wanted, and that you didn't have to lift a finger, or sweat a single drop to get it. all you had to do was ask for it to be wrapped in a gift at your bed. you were the youngest, the little princess who had to be spoiled and pampered, the one to whom we granted every whim, the one to whom we said amen without necessarily being a believer, the one we looked at hoping that she would always remain as beautiful and innocent, but also the one we always admired from afar because she wasn't allowed to be with boys alone.
your brother was one of those siblings who could have been the child prodigy if your parents were still around. he always had good grades at school, always praised by his teachers, and he knew how to play a musical instrument. It seemed that when you heard him playing the piano, you stopped crying. you had heard him play so many times, sitting on his lap, his hands sliding across the keyboard as he gently pushed your fingers on the piano keys, hoping that a few notes would calm you down.
he was protective. he had always lost interest in other girls just to only care about you. he was protective because he didn't want you to suffer, and because he knew the kook boys. even though he hated pogues, he knew you'd be safer with one of them than one of those rich boys with so many privileges.
one of them was particularly his enemy. rafe cameron. the one and only son of ward cameron. the businessman who controlled the island but was also one of your father's former best friends. you had seen him so many times in your house with all his children and his trophy wife.
rafe had always been a little weird around you. he always said he was there for your brother but it was always you he looked at. he always found an excuse to be with you. sometimes you wonder if it wasn't a question of ego.
you knew he and your brother didn't get along. they were always arguing and fighting. âI forbid you from hanging out with him.â your brother had warned you once, after coming back with an ugly black eye on the face. âis that him? " you asked shyly, swallowing hard. his gaze was fierce. âexactly. thatâs why you have to listen to me. â
did that necessarily make Rafe Cameron a dangerous person? You wondered because your brother could also be very violent. never towards you. but towards others.
could rafe cameron attack princesses like you, didn't you deserve better treatment? you were always so confused.
but one day, you knew that your brother had shot Rafe at a party. and after that he was gone, nothing more. you were alone at home. there was no one left.
He didn't respond to your messages or your calls. if he was no longer there, there were no more rules, no more prohibitions, right? you were totally free. you could wear the clothes you wanted, talk to whoever you wanted, come home at the time you wanted, go wherever you wanted. you no longer needed permission or approval. you no longer had any chains.
so you went to this kook party that everyone was talking about and that Sarah absolutely wanted you to come. she said you needed that, rather than staying alone in your castle.
When you arrived there, your heart was racing. Sure, your brother wasn't there to judge you, or tell you to go home, but you had the impression of feeling his warning dark stare through all these people looking at you.
you wanted to turn around, to run away. you heard people talking, music blaring from the speakers, all these drunken bodies pressed together which made you even more transparent. It wasnât long before you started smelling like alcohol, drugs, and sex, the scent exploding in every corner.
while you were still thinking about leaving, you moved away but your back hitted someone's chest. a hand was placed on your shoulder to hold you close then a slightly mocking chuckle was heard in your ear.
âCareful, baby. "
you turned to confront the person. ârafe. " you announced without surprise.
"Such a face. I might think you're disappointed."
âI was looking for Sarah.â
âItâs a shame. Sheâs not here.â
âIâm leaving then.â
"I'm afraid you're not going anywhere." he mocked gently.
you looked at him strangely. he was there in front of you, with a drink in his hand, and his body was blocking your way.
âItâs not a game.â
âoh princess, itâs not because you donât play that no one plays. and you see⌠when I look at you in this ridiculous tight outfit and especially alone, I really want to play.â
âyouâre sick.â you replied.
"yes." he simply replied "but baby, everyone knows it, it's not a secret. on the other hand..." he leaned over to whisper something in your ear. âi would like to know how much you are too willing yourself to come to my party without your brother to protect you.â
âI donât need him.â you defended yourself, stepping back so as not to be seen so close to him. âIâm a big girl.â
"yea, such a big girl. look at you, you managed to dress yourself." he teased you with a laugh. â i'm joking, i admit you're pretty. why that face, baby ? i thought that little dress of yours wanted some rafe validation. â
âyouâre really not funny.â
"I think above all that you should relax. and I can help you with that..." he suggested softly. but all his sympathy was so fake. âhave a drink.â
you laughed sarcastically and his smile widened. he had followed you into the crowd, acting like a bodyguard so you wouldnât get lost among the people. he placed an arm around your waist, the size of his hands groping at your hips, pretending to be a gentleman when this kindness was purely ridiculous.
âdonât touch me. â you snapped.
âtoo late. i just did.â he replied. âIf you didnât want me around, you shouldnât have come here. you donât make the rules in my house. â
âItâs called harassment.â
âoh isn't-it a big word for little girls like you? is that what your bro told you to say if i touch you? â
it was so annoying to see him openly making fun of you. to believe that you had not grown or evolved for him.
âDo you want a drink?â he asked kindly.
âyou think youâre going to drug me without my knowledge?â you laughed. " Nice try but forget about it."
he took a sip of his drink and responded with an emotionless voice. âyouâre wrong.â
"what? you would never have drugged me? stop lying."
"no I mean. I wouldn't have done it without your knowledge." and he left with a smirk.
you grimaced before taking a drink at the bar. you had inspected the inside before drinking it because you didn't trust anyone here. and Sarah wasn't there which was weird since her boyfriend, Topper was there.
you had managed to relax after several drinks, and you wanted to take a seat on the huge sofa in the salon but it was full. so you found a space upstairs in one of the empty rooms.
you had barely sat down on the bed when the door was already opening to reveal someone. rafe cameron. again.
âare you stalking me?â
"I'm not sure you'd like the answer, baby. but I'll let you guess. after all, you're a big girl."
"Can you stop doing that? Do you think I'm scared because my brother isn't here anymore?"
"you see, I didn't really like the fact that he shot me. Do you know how much it hurts to be shot? No, I'm sure you don't. Little princesses like you have no awareness of the real world, right? â he knelt between your legs, keeping them apart with a hand, and lightly pinching your forehead to get into your brain. â If we don't tell them anything, they know nothing. â
"I'm not stupid. I know it hurts but I didn't do anything to you. I'm not my brother."
âyes, youâre pretty.â he admitted, caressing the inside of your thighs, massaging them slowly to get your attention. "so pretty that you always got what you want when you want, right? but it's not really fair to me. I've never had that privilege. but you... you're an angel , a blessing, will you grant it to me?â
using your kindness against you, no one had ever done that to you. you were always so nice to people. you were incapable of saying no, of resisting, of being mean. This was far from your behavior.
âWhat do you want?â
" This. â he had lifted the bottom of your dress gently, before revealing your panties, and revealing your pussy.
âAre you looking for revenge?â
âI would never do such a thing. I have always liked you. You're sweetâŚâ he placed one of his fingers against your pussy, sliding it against your slick without pushing them inside your walls, just enough to leave them sticky with your wetness. he also caressed your swollen clit, addressing little circles to make it throb under his touch. you gasped loudly, his thumb playfully toying around your bullied nub. you didn't know what he was looking for but when he started to touch you more insistently, you wanted to close your legs but he blocked them with a hand to force you to let them spread. â stay still, i'm not done. â
he wanted to get a wide view of your pussy clamping against his fingers, to see how obedient and a good girl you could be when it came to sex.
âso sweetâŚâ he said as he fingered your glistening cunt, forcing the stretch of your hole with strengthful strokes.
you were so tight he could feel each of his fingers moving inside you as you were grinding your hips to them. but more importantly your walls were clenching around them. the sound was obscene and viscous, as you welcomed every vibration inside your body. you were hot and your mouth was filled with breathy moans. his pace was fast and gentle as if he didn't want to hurt you. â here it isâŚthat's a big girl right nowâŚâ
all his three fingers were buried inside you. their thickness brushing every corner of your walls. he lighty sped up, leaving you to gasp louder while his digits ruined you. â look at you, sweet angel turning into a little whore. is that what dad and big bro left the home, because they can't handle you anymore ? â he rushed a deep stroke as he spoke, causing your back to arche widely and sobbing more.
you turned your head, trying to get his raspy voice and mean words out of your mind but you were a little dizzy. he was annoying with all this teasing and you can't barely stand it. but with his fingers buried in your sore insides, he had the control of your whole body. he got your pussy so easily on his side,stuffing your slutty core, and fucking you all way from to the hitting spot that was made you scream harder. he was driving his fingertips so hard that hot rush of tears was flowded over your cheeks. he didn't shut you up even if you were still at the party, because he wanted to hear you, from the little cries and sniffles, to the breathy voice and spitting babbles over your mouth. his fingers were so quick and you wanted to try to make him slow down by placing a hand on his, but that only motivated him to go faster. you had no choice but to squirm, while his gaze bore into your face.
you flushed, as he was working his fingers further in your cunt. he was hard for you to the point he started to feel the pain of boner in his pants. the music outside the room was nothing against the sloppy wet sounds of your pussy over his digits. the way he was pressuring your clit while making evil and forceful back and forth in your hole was enough to make you lose your mind.
you thought he was going to leave after making you cum, that he had gotten what he wanted but you were wrong.
he had searched for something in the drawer. a bottle of lube. and you thought that was it.
when he was back at you, his cock was wet and glowy with some substance. âi'm gonna make you very pretty, baby.â he said, before tearing your lips in two with his tip, forcing you to open your mouth wider and take him.
he pushed his cock into you without warning, leaving you no choice to do your job. you wrapped your hand around the end of his shaft, while your mouth sank around his member. you had started to suck him, your lips forming a tight but deep well around his cock. everything was wet with your own saliva. you could feel his stomach twitch every time you pumped his hard cock until it bulged inside you.
he had grabbed your hair with one hand, accompanying your head in your movements, leaving your mouth shaping in an o. you thought everything was fine, but you had started to feel a little dizzy, and also to feel your body getting a little weaker. rafe was turned on. and with the strange feeling that currently warmed your body, you couldn't maintain the pace anymore so he took care of it, driving your little lips to his dick. you were sucking as he was feeding you all his length inside your mouth, shoving it enough to make you gag and hurts your throat. a smirk appeared on his face when you became extremely needy, literally lapping at the leaking tip of his dick like a pup with wide round open eyes. â yea, try to catch daddy's dick..come on you can do it... don't you want to own it ? â he was giving you fat and strong slaps with his dick on the side of your cheeks, as you were trying to run your tongue against it.
he took back the stream of saliva in your lolling tongue before fucking your mouth at an insane pace. he doesn't care that you couldn't breathe and that your eyes were teary, he just wanted you to be sucking at his dick.
you giggled when he pushed your body back onto the mattress, while you couldn't really stand on your feet. he was on top of you, standing with all his big frame that was making you ridiculously smaller than him. he had spit into his fist before stroking himself, making sure all his shaft was wet and nice. âsee? I told you I could make you feel better. "
and he pushed his dick you with such a sharp thrust that you whined. since your hole was still a little tight, he had forced your walls slightly. you panted, choking on each of his other strokes. you were euphoric and your unsteady body fucked hard against the mattress. âCome on, baby. nothing fun anymore? i thought you wanted to laugh. â he mocked your tears with another rough push, sending you waves of pleasure and shivers.
he was fucking your pussy like a beast, bruising your cervix with such a primal need. you were now such a mess, babbling and crying because of him, because of the way his dick was bullying your insides. it felt so good but you could feel some pain.
as he used your cunt, taking all the space of your entire hole, rafe was delighted. no, he wasn't going to cry or regret because you decided to be a crybaby. he was going to continue fucking you until you were completely senseless and his cock fully empty.
he always hated your brother. it was like that. it was ward's fault who told him he was the son he never had. rafe couldn't help but be jealous of this relationship that his enemy and his father had. he felt erased. and you, the perfect little princess who was never blamed for anything, who was always in her own corner, he couldn't hate you, even less blame you. but he could still use you.
you were the perfect victim. you were so clean and innocent. and your brother loved you so much that rafe felt obligated to hurt you.
you were like a doll, a stupid doll with no brain that he could control so easily. you were helpless, each thrusts slamming so hards. he was forcing your head to stay, holding it into his palm. âI know, baby. i know how you feel, but it's gonna get worse if you don't let it go. "
you werenât really sure what he was talking about, you didnât really understand what he was saying. you were in another dimension. you could see but it was slightly blurry. his tall figure was moving above you, words were being said but you were just there, a trembling smile over your lips, a tipsy look, and crying completely out of sync with the situation.
only rafe knew the truth. you didn't feel like that because of the alcohol but the drugs that had been added with the lub. the drug quickly took effect. your body had been in possession of the substance in a few minutes but above all under its submission.
âyou're so pretty. should i send a photo to your brother? "
you didn't even wince at the brother. you just laughed like it was the funniest joke you had ever heard. âLetâs play a game. you wanna play games? "
you nodded. one of the rare gestures that you managed to do fully. rafe had smiled before caressing your face. â can you feel the inches inside you? "
you nodded with a little giggle. âif you guess the exact number, daddy's will give you all the orgasms you want and need like the princess you're. if it's wrong, you let daddy use you for the rest of the night.â
it was evil. he knew you wouldn't have the answer because you couldn't think.
âCome on, baby. don't let daddy's win the game. â he said so softly in your ears, but his voice sounded so fake.
you tried. one time. three times. until your chances were exhausted.
â's too bad. doesn't matter, i bet you wouldn't guess earlier all the fingers i've got in you. "
you pouted, and he just fucked you harder, rushing the pace into you to an insane one. this time, your whimpers were muffled beneath his large palm.
â it's okay, baby. you don't need a brain when you've got such a perfect tight pussy. â
he was big. you could feel it. there was a rough strength in his thrusts. your body was pleading against his heavy one. you hated to feel like such a crybaby around him but you couldn't help.
all those tears on your cheek were real, even the saliva coating your lips, and the sniffles wetting your nose. you couldn't fight against his control.
since there is no one around you, you were craving for some attention. and rafe was giving you the one who needed, only by a simple sentence. he started the conversation with you, he was looking at you while you speak and he's listening like he cares when you know he don't. he was touching you and standing close to you like you really exist.
you shouldn't be with him. your brother warned you a lot. rafe cameron was the type of guy who doesn't fit girls like you as he said. he also said that Rafe doesnt love and only damage. he was toxic for you.
but wasn't it also toxic to listen to your brother all your life ? you were not a little girl anymore.
Rafe had filled your pussy with his cum, invading the tight canal of your pussy to the point it was coating your slit. he slipped out his dick before milking it and spreading every leaking drop over your body until there was nothing left.
he made you clean all his fat length with your mouth, feeling the pleasure holding him when you start to lick all of his cock. your tongue was already wet, but now sticky with drool and cum. you pushed your needy muscle to lap at the reddish dick, watching the face of your brother's enemy with little eyes as you were cleaning the mess.
âI bet your brother now has a real reason to hate me. " he said with a playful tone.
â Rafe...â
âyou can stay here. it's not like you can go anywhere with the substance inside you⌠but don't worry, i will be back. â
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Yandere academic rival who really, really wishes he could just get you out of the way.
Dead dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !
Tw. Dubcon/Noncon, bullying, academic pressures, blackmail, oral sex, explicit photos, mentions of baby trapping, yandere, stalking, forced relationship, AFAB reader
Elias had a certain level of respect for you.
You both attended a prestigious university crammed full of students vying to make connections and nab a cushy position for themselves in the future, and while it was easy for him to be on top of the social and academic scenes, he knew you had to work a bit harder. He came from a very wealthy household, one where needing something was merely a concept and not something he ever actually encountered. You, on the other hand, definitely come from a lesser background than him and his circle. Your scholarship and just above the average academics seemed to have pushed you into a good spot to be hoisted into the same realm as him.
But he didn't really think of you much at first.
You were some nameless face that wasn't really worthy of being around him. Maybe he would catch glimpses of your hair, or someone woud mention you in passing and he'd pretend to be intruiged.
It was really when you started to be compared to him of all people that he started to really pay attention.
You were smart, cunning, and ruthless when it came to your assignments. Just like him. Normally he worked overtime, paid industry professionals to help review his papers, his study materials and poured blood sweat and tears into his academics. And yet you somehow managed to be on his level with less than half the resources. It drove him up a wall because if you were nearly as good as him now, then what could you be like if you had the chance?
Elias was like a man obsessed after your sudden, explosive rise in the minds of professors and lecturers alike. He spent hours studying, shirking his friends and other responsibilities just to make sure he was still better than you, to keep you in your place.
He started to focus in more on your personal life, too.
Where on earth did you come from? He's half convinced that you were genetically designed in a lab to piss him off. But the more he glares at the back of your head when you're not looking, the more he's transfixed. You're like a black hole, or some kind of other abyss like metaphor. Fuck, you had him writing poetry in his head. He hated poetry. He hated you. Or at least, he would really like to hate you, but he couldn't. You had the same amount of drive as him, maybe even a little more. No matter what he did, he was forced to acknowledge you, forced to be aware of every twitch of your hand or every flutter of your eyelids. To him, you were something that demanded attention, even if it was taken from him through gritted teeth.
The only reprieve from his spiraling was the fact that you felt the same way about him. He liked to imagine that you were just as obsessed with him, sitting there in the late hours of the night writing down equations with him as your sole motivator.
But then he finds out that he's not even occupying your mind, and he loses his shit.
"Oh Elias? Yeah I guess he's fine. Huh? Rivals? What the- no way I just want good grades. He has nothing to do with it haha."
You just said it in passing when someone teased you about it, and he knew that he shouldn't linger on your words for too long. If anything, it should make him feel better. You had nothing against him, so it meant everything was fine, right? Wrong. It was so wrong.
Elias was seething, nearly throwing a tantrum. How could you not even think about him. Him! You were some piddling, pathetic excuse for a human being, and you had the audacity to not even regard him when he spent nearly every waking moment thinking about you.
He was fine just watching you from the corner of his eye. He was fine knowing that on some level, the two of you had a respectable if not distant relationship. Just because in some aspect, he wanted a piece of you all to himself. And if you weren't going to let him just have a little bit of your life, your passion, your drive, he would just take all of you instead.
He follows you into the library late one night. You're sitting there, glowing in the warmth of the nearest lamp while your pen makes soft scratching noises against the paper. You look pretty. You've always looked pretty to him. You don't notice him as he approaches, and he feels any vestiges of doubt or restraint float away. Even now, as he loomed over you, you didn't even spare him a glance.
The library was empty. He made sure it was so before hand, and he's glad he did. The quite air was shattered by the sound of him shoving you over the priceless lacquered wood desk. Your eyes go wide as you take him in, and his hands fly up to your throat.
"Augh! What are you-?"
"Shut up." He hisses and narrows his gaze. Your pulse is racing underneath his fingers, and he has half a mind not to crush your windpipe into oblivion so that he can be the last one to feel it. "You have no idea," He mutters and leans in close. Your frightened breath ghosts over his skin, and he shudders. Now that he thinks about it, this is the first time he's ever been so close to you. It feels so right. He never wants to be away from you again. Not when you look so damn alluring with tears rolling down your cheeks and your clothes rumpled on the floor by his feet.
He wants you like this always, with your twitching cunt stuffed full of his fingers and your cries filling his ears. Soft, wet squelching noises met each of his ministrations, and a cruel, wonder filled grin spread across his face.
"You have no idea how much you've driven me wild," He laughs. It's a sharp sound that grates on your ears. "How much you infuriate me," Each word is punctured by a thrust, by a curling motion that has you gasping and seeing stars.
If this is what he has to do so that you notice him, so you will just fucking care about his existence more than you would any other speck of dust on the street, then so be it.
It only gets worse from there.
Elias takes photos of you. So many. Ones of your crying face, ones of your leaking pussy, some of him shoving his dick past your puffy lips. Once the camera shuttered and they were in his hands, it was all over.
He played the role of your boyfriend after that.
There wasn't a moment where he wasn't hovering over your shoulder, whispering threats into your ears. He gets you to start doing worse in your classes and on your assignments, and for once, he's happy. He finally has your eyes on him, and if you ever try to leave him or say anything, then he'll make sure you can never show your face around here again. Don't worry, though. He's kind enough to keep it so you won't fail outright. In fact, he'll just slip some money to some of the professors so you don't have to do anything other than sit on his lap and pay attention to him while he actually works for the top spot.
Elias takes you out on fancy dates as if it's any way to soothe the sting of having your life ruined. He pays for everything and practically preens under the feeling of finally getting what he wants. He's such a brat, and he doesn't even care about hiding it when he's with you. Part of the reason why he likes you is he can be his nasty, awful and conniving self and you have no choice but to accept it. He doesn't mind if you're reluctant or stubborn. In fact, he kind of likes it because in the end, you still gave in to have a chance to graduate from a prestigious school. And plus, now you're living the high life with him! It's kind of a win win if you think about it.
He loves having you sit on your knees (a cushion underneath them of course. He wouldn't want you to ever actually get hurt) and taking his cock in your mouth while he studies. You look so cute like that, with your eyes all narrowed in mildly hidden frustration, and he loves it even more when he thrusts into your throat. You always make these little spluttering noises that just drive him wild, and he clamps his thighs around your head to keep you there.
Elias who soon becomes the university's beloved model student. He's not going to let anyone get in his way ever again, especially not after he has you to provide for now. After all, he's got plans for you. Once he manages to put a baby in you, he'll know that your future family is secured, and he's got to support all of you. There's no way he can fail now!
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TO LIE AND LOVE LIKE YOU DO.
ellie williams & abby anderson x fem!reader.
part two of off to the races.
summary â itâs been months since you ran away from the loves of your life. you think you have escaped them forever â only for them to return, with a sick game of cat and mouse coming into play as they remind you just how much you belong to them.
warning tags â adult language. extremely dark content; m*rder, stalking, possessive and obsessive behavior, threats of kidnapping, lowkey blackmail (?), threats made with a weapon. strong adult content; slapping, spitting, double penetration, edging, mommy and daddy kink(s), gun play, bondage, threesomes.
authorâs message â let me know if i forgot any important missing tags for this. please proceed with caution as this part is extremely heavier than the first part; ellie and abby are so not nice in here, and it gets dark pretty quickly.
âWhere the fuck could she have gone?â Abby asked, her and Ellie frantically searching the penthouse. âShe knows better than to turn off her location, or leave unannounced.â
âShe was just here, sleeping and resting,â Ellie stated, and their panic was overcomed with frustration and anger instead. You knew that if you went anywhere without them, that you had to tell them exactly where and your location could never go off.
They would chip you if they could. They have thought about it numerous times.
Ellieâs phone rang, and she grabbed it out of her back pocket, noticing Joelâs contact. âHello?â She answered, irritation playing into her tone. âWhatâs goinâ on, Joel?â
âThe police are heading to your place,â Joel said, and Ellie put the call on speaker. âI donât know what you two have done this time, but it is bad and I am not helpinâ out with any clean ups.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Ellie asked.
âIâm not some moron, Ellie!â He yelled, and she rolled her eyes. âThey know you killed someone. They know your girlfriend was with you, too. I called her, and asked questions.â
âYou did what?â Abby shouted. âJoel, what the fuck!â
Thatâs how they knew you had run away from them. You were a timid and easily frightened individual, and now that you were aware of what they had done, you scurried away and were going to hide. The pair knew they had some time to track you down to your home.
âFuck off, Joel,â Ellie cursed, ending the call. âWe have time to get her, to make up a story or whatever. We can avoid the police for the night?â
They agreed to find you and explain everything, to lure you back to them as they assured that there was nothing to worry about.
Abbyâs eyes go wide. âThe shirt.â
Ellie cursed under her breath, running to the closet and into the hamper â only to find the shirt completely gone. You had taken it, and now many possibilities surged through their heads.
âItâs gone!â Ellie yelled, and before the two could leave the penthouse to go to you, two detectives walked in.
The amusing yet realistic part of everything is that even though they knew that you thought you had gotten away for good, they were preparing on how to get you back, and never be able to escape again.
You had a particular interest in Philosophy during high school.
You loved to read the knowledge these scholar men would try to pass on, what they had to say about life, beauty, or death. You wanted to understand their wisdom, their perspective of all things, of everything around them, and how they got to a certain point about it.
You remembered a certain quote from Plato, of how Zeus feared the power of two humans mending together as one, leaving them with four arms, four legs, a head with two faces on it. However, he was so threatened by this that he split them into two, and left them to wander Earth to find each other again.
You had believed in that quote when Ellie and Abby entered your life. These two girls, the most threatening pair, would put a grand shift on your life, and how you perceived it as. They utterly shifted your world, they took you in, and prioritized your needs.
You were worshiped by them.
You couldnât see beyond the horizon of the world without them there, and in your isolation, you still didnât know how to.
More than sixty-five days since your departure, leaving them behind, and not hearing a single word from them.
When you came to your parentâs villa, your mother opened the door, and you sobbed into her arms, clutching onto her. She hugged you, stroked your hair, and didnât know if she shouldâve spoken or not.
Your tears soaked into her shirt, and she had to nearly drag you inside, afraid of what was happening with you.
âMy dear, whatâs going on?â She asked, clear to see the exhausted look on your face, your eyes bloodshot as she sat you both down on the couch. âI havenât seen you like this in a while.â
âI just⌠Abby and Ellie,â you sobbed, heavily breathing, and shook your head, still in denial of what they did. âI just need to be here for a while. Iâm going to transfer to Oxford.â
âYou already decided on Columbia,â your mother stated, and you continued to cry, earning a sigh out of her. âYou canât just drop it now.â
You wanted to scream, âthey might kill me if I return. They may never let me go after that.â You knew that they were combing through New York, probably already onto their next target â you knew the lengths they would go to just to have you back.
That was something you couldnât fucking stomach.
âMom, please,â you whispered, your voice jagged and shaky. âI just canât go back to the city.â You stared up at her, and she cradled your face in her hands for a moment before nodding, and let you rest your head on her lap.
âOkay, love. You can stay here,â she assured, rubbing your back, and let you sob until you finally calmed down and fell asleep.
The next morning, your father was telling you about Abby and Ellie, wondering if you had any idea about it.
âTheyâre in deep shit,â he said, glaring at you. âWhat are you not telling us?â
âI donât know anything, dad!â You denied, and your mother stood aside, arms folded. âJoel already asked me the same things that you are! I donât remember shit from that night!â
âSo you were there?â Your dad asked, and you fell quiet. He took your silence as an answer, sighing heavily and rubbed his temple in frustration. âYou werenât with any one of them? At all?â
âI⌠Ellie gave me some coke,â you confessed, guilt reeling into you as you were partially lying, and throwing her under the rug. âI was having a tough night after this guy was harassing me, and after she gave it to me, I was left with Dina and Jesse.â
An exasperated sigh came from your mother, simply frustrated that you had been doing drugs. You were never going to be her perfect daughter, and you didnât know how long it was going to take until she accepted that fact.
Your dad took a minute to process this information before grabbing your shoulders, and forcing you to look at him. âFrom here on out, you know nothing. Do you understand me?â
You nodded, and he brought you into a hug, coddling the back of your head. Your fatherâs affection was never this tender or earnest, and you knew he was only being protective for the family image, but you didnât care for that â your father was holding you for the first time since you were eleven.
You had to change your phone number, deactivate any social media you had, and new butlers, maids, and chauffeurs were put into place. Your parents allowed you to move to London a month later, staying in a comfortable flat, but were patrolled by bodyguards in answer to your paranoia.
After your readjustment to life, you prevented yourself from hearing anything Abby or Ellie, or if they were at trial. You needed to focus on yourself, get your shit together, and focus on your classes at Oxford.
A few months into the new school, you kept your head low and isolated â something you were used to doing when at Faye Academy, before they made themselves stuck in your existence.
You considered taking your courses online, but knew youâd only lose your mind being stuck in your flat for days on end.
All in four months, your life was granted something that youâd forgotten â freedom.
Not that Abby and Ellie were extremely possessive, but you haven't known anyone besides them in a while. You were able to make friends at Oxford, go out to bars and diners, without the fear they may kill someone who even breathed in your general direction.
It was a relief. And you felt human again.
Your parents constantly checked in on you, and often tried to visit. It was the first time in a while since they hovered over you, and were concerned for your well being.
âYes, mom. Iâm fine,â you assured over the phone, the device stuck between your shoulder and ear as you were returning your textbooks. âI finished classes early, so I was thinking of going back to Milan for semester break.â
âWell, honey, you see,â your mother started off, clearing her throat. âYour father and I were going to attend a gala tomorrow; Joel is throwing it.â
âI thought you guys cut him off,â you said, rushing out of the library, and to your car. âEspecially after everything.â
There was silence.
âMom?â
âEllie and Abby were found not guilty,â she said, and your heart sank to your stomach. âThe trial concluded yesterdayâ we didnât want to say anything.â
You froze in your tracks. âWhat?â
âThey didnât kill that boy. I guess he had enemies all along,â she continued, and your head spun. âIf you come with us, they wonât be there. Joel assured us of it.â
âSo everything is just fine now because theyâre innocent?â You questioned.
âHoney, youâre acting as if you know something,â she stated, and you exasperatingly sighed, continuing your walk to your vehicle. âBut Jerry and Joel did say they were going to get the girls in contact with a psychiatrist.â
âHuh, and why is that?â
âIâm not sure,â she muttered, and you hopped into your car, locking the doors. âWould you like to come? And maybe we can then spend a few days in the city. Shop around Fifth.â
âIâll think about it, momma. Still unsure about the city,â you said, and she sighed, visibly exasperated with your nerves. âI just donât want an accidental run in with the girls.â
âYou guys were so close,â she remembered. âI donât know what happened, but I hope you all make up soon; they were the best part of your life.â
âBye, mom,â is all you said, hanging up the call, and tossed your phone into the passenger seat, along with your book bag. You heavily sighed, staring blankly out into the parking lot.
They were the best part of your life.
They were the tragedy of you. They were Hell masked as Heaven, where their lure was nothing more than a ticket to damnation.
Yet, all of them were bestowed to you. You were their alter, their religion, the only reason as to why they believed in life, as you did with them.
But in your time of being free from their grasp, you could breathe, and find a newer light where nothing could dim it.
Your phone dinged, and your eyes snapped over to it, hands fiddling for the device. You opened up the lock screen to see a message from a random number.
Unknown: Image Attached.
You swallowed thickly, your hands numbing as you unlocked your phone and went to the conversation.
It was a picture of you from last night, hanging out with your friend, Delilah. She was someone you had been fond of since attending Oxford, and you had gotten close to her.
Unknown: Cute girl.
R: Who the fuck is this???
Unknown: Didnât know running made you so dumb.
Nausea washed over you, and fear rattled in your bones.
Unknown: Hi, little lamb. You miss us?
R: Iâll call the police.
Unknown: Iâll tell them you tampered with evidence. We wouldnât want that, right? Pretty baby like you isnât suitable for jail time.
R: You would go down with me.
Unknown: You betrayed us. What makes you think we wouldnât betray you?
You wanted to break your phone on your steering wheel, and you searched the outside of your car, checking your surroundings. There were only a few students, and it was still light outside.
But you knew they were watching you.
Unknown: You run again, and we will find you.
R: Why now?
Unknown: Had some troubles along the way, baby. But we took our time keeping tabs on you. Oxford treating you nice? Howâs every bitch who fucks you?
R: Youâre stalking me?
Unknown: You really are fucking stupid.
R: Donât think I wonât get a restraining order against you.
Unknown: Why would you want that, little lamb? After everything we have done for you? Didnât take you for an ungrateful brat, you know. We have been there when you needed us, taken care of you, dealt with people for you.
R: You mean murder people.
Unknown: Mhm.
Unknown: Be careful, honey. Scary world we live in.
You tried to send another message, but it wouldnât go through. âWhat the fuck, what the fuck!â You screamed, going to your phone contacts, and bringing your phone up to your ear.
âMiss, are you alright?â Carson asked. He had been your personal bodyguard since you moved to London, and was respectful of when you wanted to be alone. âAre you in danger?â
âI need my house and the surrounding area to be checked out,â you said, reviving your car engine, and pressed on the gas. âCheck for any sort of security cameras, too. Tell Rosaline to pack a suitcase for me as well, Iâm heading to Los Angeles.â
âYes, maâam,â Carson answered, the call dropping, and you put your phone in your lap. You were trying not to get into a car accident on your way back to your flat, but you needed to leave the city immediately. You were just happy you finished your courses on time, and you didnât need to worry about your education for a while.
About to reach home, your phone started to buzz in your lap. You pulled over to the side to look at the contact, only for it to be unknown again.
You hesitated on answering, just wanting to let it ring through, but a part of you wanted to know what sick agenda they had planned out for you. You knew they werenât going to stop, that they needed you vulnerable and scared in order for them to pounce at you at the perfect moment; just like a prey and predator situation.
A game of cat and mouse.
You accepted the call, putting it on speaker. âHello?â
âHi, bunny,â you heard Abbyâs voice, and your head spun. It had been so long since you heard either girl's voice, that you frowned at the sound of it, and almost how comforting it could be. âMissed you.â
âAbbyâŚâ you whispered out, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. âI⌠You both need to stop this.â
âWhy, bun? You donât like it?â She asked.
âYou and Ellie killed Brandon, and probably many others,â you told her, sniffling as tears carelessly dropped out of your eyes. âI know you thought you were doing the right thing, but murder is wrong.â
âYou have the shirt, bunny,â Abby stated, and you went quiet. âWhy would you do that, hm? If you really wanted to dispose and run from us, you wouldâve left it behind, or turned it over to the police.â
You couldnât tell her your logic or reasoning behind taking the shirt. It even sounded unreal to you, unbelievable, given the circumstances, and how you ran off.
âI couldnât help but think of what would happen if you both went to prison,â you admitted, hot water running down your cheeks. âI⌠You and Ellie protected me, and I thought it was only fair I returned the favor. But that didnât mean I wanted you in my life again.â
Abby hummed. âAnd why is that?â
âIâm free,â you muttered, inhaling sharply. âYou and her wanted to keep me in a cage, keep me locked up forever. You have done it ever since you stepped into my life, and I couldnât see it until that evening.â
âYou make it sound so horrible, bunny,â she breathily chuckled, able to hear Ellieâs own laughter roughly in the background. âLet me ask you again; whoâs going to put up with you? Who was fucking there when Miranda Rhodes was fucking spilling rumors about you having eating disorders? Who the fuck handled Timothy Yales after he said he had sex with you after Winter formal?â
âHOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT!â You shouted, millions of emotions flooding over you, and taking you at once, drowning âI never once fucking told you or Ellie to go out of your way to do that shit! I can fucking handle myself, and being away from you both has proved that.â
âOh, bunny. You have no idea what youâre getting yourself into,â Abby stated, sharp and clear with you. She talked as if you were dumb, that you were about out of your mind.
You could nearly burst apart, everything of you filled with terror and rage. You werenât sure if they expected you to bow at their feet for all their maniacal endeavors they willingly decided to partake in, but you werenât going to.
You had come this far without them, you had managed to escape them for a good time, and you werenât planning on stopping everything now. You werenât going to surrender your freedom and life all for them, all because you knew what they were, and what they could do.
âIf I have to turn in that shirt to make sure I never see either of you ever again, I will,â you said, and hung up the call, dropping your phone back into your lap, and continued to drive back home.
The moment your car was parked, you rushed up the stairs of the building, and bursted through your front door. Your guards were all there, Rosaline getting finished up with your second suitcase as Carson approached you from the side.
âMiss, we have searched the area,â he stated, following you while you walked into your bedroom. âWe found no sort of threat, especially here. I have called your familyâs plane to be prepped and ready for take off to Los Angeles.â
âCarson, please close the door,â you said, sitting down on the edge of your naked bed. He listened, shutting it, leaving you and him in your bedroom as you looked up at him. âI need to ask a question, and this stays between us. Do you get that?â
âOf course, maâam. I am under your and your parents serving,â he reassured, keeping himself near the door, a secure radius between the both of you.
âIs it possible for me to avoid the law? Few months ago, I may or may have not tampered with evidence,â you blurted, and he inhaled heavily, but nodded, tuned in with you. âMy reason is so stupid, but Iâm regretting keeping it in my possession, and I donât want to anymore.â
âWell, what is it?â He wondered.
âA shirt,â you began, and he cocked his head to the side. âWith blood on it. Someoneâs blood who isnât mine, because my ex-girlfriends in New York beat this dude who was harassing me.â
âAnd you want to turn this in now?â Carson asked, and you nodded. âOkay, miss. Iâm going to see what I can do, and once I do, you can hand it over to me.â
âThank you so much, Carson,â you smiled, standing up. âNow, letâs head to the city of angels.â
You had your own bungalow at the Chateau Marmont. It was cozy and spacious, everything to your liking, but only stayed at it when you wanted to escape home. You had once brought Abby and Ellie, and to that, you had to undergo a whole alias, and a different room.
You didnât have much anxiety about being at Chateau, you were packed with protection, and knew the pair wouldnât make so much time or risks since their trial had concluded, also sure that Abby understood your threat about the shirt.
You had flown late into the night, it was about three in the morning of the next day, and you were drained with exhaustion. Sleep was becoming you, yet you were on high alert, and couldnât help but to keep checking your phone.
You worried that there would be another call, or a text; that they werenât quite finished with their game. In your isolation, you had much time to mull over Abby and Ellie, the things they were capable of, or the people they were.
You knew blood and carnage were them. Their beauty and charm was a simple mask that only you were able to see past as violence and cruelty rotted in their souls. Maybe they couldnât help how callous and aggressive they could be, but they lived off of it; it was all they were. There was nothing to stop them, nothing that could change them.
In a sense, you assumed your presence and soul balanced them out well â you were a complete polar opposite to them, and thatâs what stood out to people at Faye Academy.
They were terrorizing, vicious females, standing with you â a loving, and free-spirited person who didnât do much, and just kept to herself. Nobody understood or could comprehend it, but that didn't matter to them â you were the solace in their life.
You knew that they were still rough with people â mostly men â in high school, but you didnât know you were the cause behind each act of violence that they performed. But it made sense, even as you built a timeline.
There was Teresa Doles; she had nitpicked at your appearance for weeks. When you had finally gone to Ellie and Abby about it, pictures of her partying, doing drugs, and medical records of her being in rehab had been leaked everywhere. Her family came from a prestigious lineage, and her reckless behavior put a great indent to it. She had to move to England.
Jonathan White had to be admitted to the hospital after an event for the school. Doctors said they found traces of drugs and poison in his system â which made you laugh because he said he would murder you for rejecting him for Junior prom. You recall him shouting at you, calling you a series of derogatory names, but paid no mind. Ellie and Abby werenât happy when he told you such a thing.
Kayla Lynn was sent to the ER after her body had been found beaten and bloody in the bathroom. She was barely conscious, unrecognizable to those who found her â the doctors had to pull a tooth and fingerprints from her just to get an ID. You remembered how she bullied you for liking girls, calling you derogatory names, and even said she hoped you would be killed for it.
And you knew there just had to be more than those people. So many of your bullies either switched schools, dropped off the face of Earth, or were in physical therapy after you had told Abby and Ellie about what each of those people did to you.
You were too gullible and head over heels in love with the duo to know they were doing so much behind your back. You had been completely tuned in with love and the relationship, all you saw was them as your blessing.
They meant it when they said they would do anything for you.
âWe handled it,â Ellieâs voice would play in your head from that morning. It would repeat itself like a broken record, never shutting up.
We handled it.
We handled it.
We murdered someone.
You didnât know exactly why the murder scared you, or what provoked you to exactly take the shirt.
You were about to close your eyes until a knock tapped at your door. âMaâam, itâs Carson,â he said, and you welcomed him in, sitting up on your bed.
You turned on the nightstand's lamp, and he gave you a small smile. âI found a way to submit the evidence without it being traced to you,â Carson said, and your heartbeat went still. âIf only youâre wanting to give up the shirt, of course.â
âWell, that was quick,â you nervously laughed, staring down at your lap. âWhatâs the plan to turn it in?â
âI have trusted connections to the NYPD. Some officers work as guards like I do,â Carson reassured, and you hummed, chewing on your lower lip. âWe can send the shirt to them as anonymous, and you wonât have to worry about the shipping coming back to you; itâll be under my name.â
âAre you positive about that?â
âAbsolutely, maâam,â he said, and your body trembled, mind hazy. You knew it would be the moral thing to do; the guy harassed you, but Ellie and Abby couldâve done anything else besides murder.
The only murder you were aware of, of course.
These girls protected and defended you and your name. They would put the world on fire, yet never let a flame brush on your skin; they were the poisonous paradise you couldnât see as Heaven or Hell.
You had to release them, though. You needed to grow up without them by your side, because you were more than them, and they were more than you.
And if the shirt didnât get them anywhere, at least it was out of your grasp.
You got up from your bed, padding over to your suitcase and opened it up. You grabbed a brown paper bag, and held it close to your chest. âPlease make sure I donât get in trouble for this,â you said, pleading eyes looking into Carsonâs soft ones.
He could tell you were beyond frightened. That you were just someone who didnât mean to do this, that your kind heart thought you were doing something right.
You had absolutely nothing to do with this crime, but somehow, you looked ashamed and guilty as if you did. In a sense, you were â you called Abby about the guy, you knew very well what she was capable of. It was no secret how violent and cruel Abby and Ellie could be â physically or emotionally.
âYouâre safe with me,â Carson promised, and you smiled small, hesitantly handing him the bag. âAre you sure about this?â
The bag was out of your hold, Carson grasping onto it. âThey need to learn their lesson,â you said, all your logic and thoughts mixed up in your head, utterly brainless at this given rate. âAnd I just want them to stay out of my life for good.â
He just nodded, taking the bag with him as he exited the room, leaving you alone again.
You couldnât sleep after that. You couldnât even try to rest knowing you were going to ruin their lives, putting into consideration all they did for you.
But, you had just regained your freedom, discovered who you were without them. You were able to make friends without their eyes boring into your soul, you could live in peace.
You couldnât accept anymore threats or violence, just so you could remain theirs forever. Because you knew if they truly loved you, they wouldnât put you in harm's way.
You stared blankly at the ceiling, trapped in your mind when your phone had a sudden ring to it. Your heart stopped, and you froze, your body wanting to sink into the mattress.
You let your phone ring through, letting silence fall pass after the noise stopped.
Not even a minute ticked by as the phone rang again.
You reached for your device, answering the call and brought it up to your ear. âWhat?â
âSo much attitude, little lamb. Youâre going to hurt my feelings,â Ellie's voice came through, and you sighed, sitting up. âIâm starting to like this game. Because I know youâre fucking scared.â
You scoffed. âNo Iâm not. Iâm just wanting you to leave me alone.â
âYou canât deal with the idea of what might happen if we catch you,â she began, and shivers cascaded on your body, holding in your breath. âYou want to keep running, baby? I donât mind the chaseâ itâs exhilarating.â
âYouâre fucking sick.â
âYou knew that, bunny,â Abby joined in, taking over the call. âWhy are you acting so surprised? You fucking got off on how insane we got about you, donât act clueless now.â
âI was naive,â you retorted. âI was manipulated and blinded by you two.â
âManipulated? Big idea for you to get at,â she continued, and you heard Ellieâs cruel laugh in the background of the call. âYou knew what you were doing when coming to us about your bullies. You knew what we all would get out of it.â
âShut the fuck up,â you muttered.
âYou liked us hurting you too, bunny,â she stated, and your breaths were becoming uneven. âAlways in skimpy outfits, flirting with others to get our attention. We fucking saw through you. Youâre just as sick as us.â
âShut the fuck up, Abigail!â
âUsing my full name? Iâm so frightened,â Abby chuckled, amused and lightened by your poor intimidation act. âGot me shaking in my boots here, sweetheart.â
âI hope you dieâ both of you.â
âGod forbid, right? Then whoâll take care of you?â Ellie returned into the conversation. âNot even that Delilah bitch could do it. Or Holly, Nicole, Emily, Zayaâ no one.â
You fell quiet for a moment, your eyes widened in disbelief. âHow do you know them?â
âBaby, we told you this,â Ellie reminded you, sighing. âIf you were to leave us, we would get you again.â
You zipped your mouth, anxiety surging through you.
âHaving fun at the Marmont?â Ellie asked, and you shot up from your bed. âNice name you gotâ Emily Dickinson. Really⌠that name?â
âYouâre fucking here?â You asked.
Ellie snickered. âAlways in your corner.â
âI have people here, patrollingââ
âOh, we get it, you fucking princess!â She yelled. âWe know you have men, we arenât idiots. For a valedictorian, you are sure fucking dense. You think youâre always one step ahead, but you arenât.â
âFuck you, Williams,â you sneered.
âSee you real soon, lamb,â she said, and the call ended. You knew there was no point in trying to reach the number again, it was unknown and a useless line.
Ellie and Abby stood at the top of the hotel, Delilah beaten as cable ties strapped her wrists behind her back. âAlright, you bitch,â Abby picked up Delilah from the ground, adjusting the feeble girl on her feet.
âSheâsâŚ. sheâll hate you for this,â Delilah croaked out. âAnd no one will believe Iâve jumped to my death.â Her head was spinning, barely conscious enough to process what these two random, strange women wanted with her, or why they cared so much. She swore a second ago she was in her flat, sound asleep and relaxed, and now she was on top of the roof of the Chateau Marmont.
None of this made sense.
âWe are going to share this little secret with you since you will be dying,â Ellie said, taking out a cigarette from her pocket. âYouâre not the first person who has pleaded for their life, or thought their death wouldnât be convincing. We do this all for her, and unfortunately, she does enjoy it.â
Delilah shook her head. âNo, no. You donât know her whatsoever.â
âShe brought you here to your death, sweet Delilah,â Ellie continued on, puffing out a blow. âShe knows that whoever tries to steal or touch her, will be either beaten or killed by us.â
âShe wanted you dead,â Abby added, and Delilah broke into hysterical sobs. âAnd we do give our girl whatever she wants.â
Ellie cut off the cable ties, and Abby maneuvered the frail girl over to the ledge. âAnything else you need to say, honey?â Abby asked, and Delilahâs lips parted, prepared to speak. âI donât give a shit,â the blonde said, pushing her off as her and Ellie watched attentively, grinning to themselves as Delilahâs body splat on the concrete, blood making a river around herself.
It wasnât long until your guards were shouting, and there were sirens in the distance.
âMaâam, thereâs been an incident on the grounds,â Carson bursted into your room, and you swallowed thickly, your phone grasped in your hands.
You threw on a robe and your slippers, pushing your way through the men. âLet me go!â You shouted, Carson being the one to shove them off. âI need to see what happened outside!â
âItâs for your safety that you donât!â One of the men, Jackson, protested, but Carson seized your arm, and tugged you outside by your bicep.
âWe listen to her,â he reminded the group as they all followed you outside. You could hear a wave of voices and distress, police officers talking to one another. In your gut, you knew something wasnât right, and you were overwhelmed with nausea.
The noise drew you closer to the entrance of the hotel, where a symphony of shouts were clattering, and police lights mixed into the moonâs gleam. A part of you told yourself to get back into your abode, but you couldnât help yourself. Your feet tugged your forward, curiosity tingling in your body.
You shoved yourself through a heavy crowd, officers trying to get everyone to back away or stop filming what was happening.
âExcuse me!â You yelled, and pulled yourself further in.
You regretted listening to yourself for another time. Fiery and stressed voices shifted into echoes, banging off the earthâs walls, your eyes struck open by a corpse splashed on the pavement.
Your heart beated in your throat, vomit coating it, and knots twisted in your stomach.
Delilah.
Delilah was on the ground. In front of you.
Your brain didnât dare register any part of the gory, morbid scene that was plastered in front of you. Blood pooled around her head, her scalp visibly cracked open and her eyes open. You swore she was staring at you, everything in you shaking and trembling with great fear.
âMaâam, get back!â An officer shouted at you, taking you out of your trance. âPlease, this is a crime scene!â
âI⌠I know her,â you stated, and Carson approached your side. âThatâs my friendâ her name is Delilah Morse.â
âPlease sir, let us get through,â Carson chimed in, and the officer sighed, shaking his head. âThis is someone she knows. Only sheâll give you details.â
The officer went to discuss with another official, and your hand buzzed. You flinched to it, not realizing you kept your phone in your hold.
You received a message from Unknown.
Unknown: Want to keep playing, baby?
Unknown: Look at you, so scared and sick. Itâll stop once you give up.
A tear from you covered the screen, and Carson had to push you out of your stare. âMaâam, letâs go,â he said, and you had not realized the officer was holding up the caution tape to let you through.
You heard a femaleâs voice come to the side of you. âIâm Detective Anna Blake. Whatâs your name, and relationship to the victim, miss?â
You stated your name, your voice hush and shaky as you couldnât look away from Delilahâs body.
âAnd your relationship?â Anna asked.
âWe⌠I was her friend,â you answered. âWhat⌠what did she do?â
âIt looks like an apparent suicide,â she responded, and that was enough for her to gain your full attention, a confused expression plastered on your face. âShe dropped from the rooftop, and ate it right here.â
âThat canât be,â you shook your head. âDelilah wasnât at all suicidal, or had any ideations. She was the most positive person I knew.â
âYeah, but people have personas,â Anna stated, and you furrowed your brows. âShe couldâve been acting for you, and everyone else.â
âSheâs from London, Detective,â you said, and she stared at you appalled, but intrigued. âShe wouldnât kill herself here.â
Anna was quiet for a sparse second. âHuh⌠do you know something we donât?â
Why couldnât you just shut the fuck up?
There was an open entrance for the vehicles to come through, and for a moment, you swore you saw Ellie and Abby standing across the street.
You knew their silhouettes. And they were watching you, witnessing their crime.
You stared at them back, because now you accepted the truth that no matter where you ran off, that would be there. They would create mess and murder back to back until you gave up the running, and realized you only belonged to them.
Fear was a disease in you, and the only way to kill it was to face them.
Your mother wanted you back in New York. She gave you no choice but to attend the Gala with her and your father.
You tried your best to talk your way out of it, explaining that you had just witnessed your best friendâs corpse the previous evening.
Your mother said the Gala would be a great distraction. You tried to make any point or excuse to stay home, until your father had himself step into the argument. He tended to never insert himself into fights with you and your mom, but this time he felt the need to, and thatâs when you were left with no choice.
Of course, your main concern was that Ellie and Abby were going to be there, and confronting them was going to be an inevitable situation. You had to prepare yourself the most as to what to say or do if they were to be in your eye radius.
âThis dress is killing me,â you muttered, patting down the bottom part of the simple, yet elegant dress you wore. âAnd the corset of this is smashing my boobs.â
âYour dress is lovely, dear,â your mother assured, and you scowled. âYou have always loved long dresses like this; so long at the bottom, we canât even see your heels. And you always adored sleeveless corset tops on them, too!â
âYou look perfect, honey. You wore this exact dress for junior prom,â your dad reminded, and you shivered to the memory of it. Abby and Ellie were your escort â of course â and everyone adored your dress, even making it into a page in Vogue because it was Vivienne Westwood.
âI just⌠I donât want to see them,â you muttered, and the limousine came to a halt. âAnd it just doesnât feel right being here, having fun and socializing, when my friend just fucking died.â
âCherie, Delilahâs death was not your fault or anything,â your mother said, and you glared at her. âIt is unfortunate it took place at the same time you were there, but she was just an unhappy girl.â
You didnât want to converse with her anymore, only getting out of the car before any of them, and were immediately blinded by flashing lights. Your parents stood behind you, and you fixed up a promising smile, making your way into the gala.
The second cameras and screaming men were out of your way, you hunted down a busboy for a glass of champagne. âI will take that!â You grabbed the drink from the silver tray, thanking the man, and earned a groan from your parents.
âCan you at least greet people before you get wasted?â Your father asked, and you shrugged, letting him drag you over to the familiar faces of Jerry Anderson and Joel Miller. You hadnât seen them since the few days before the murder.
âAh, there she is!â Jerry exclaimed, and you exchanged a cheek kiss with him, and Joel. âWe heard you moved to London. Oxford, right?â
âYes. Itâs been quite delightful,â you shortly shared. âI finished exams early, so I came back into town for the meantime.â
âAnd do you plan to catch up with the girls?â Joel asked.
You knew at that moment that no one quite understood what really took place that night, and you would never confess to it. They all blindly assumed that there was a great falling out in response to the murder of Brandon James, that you simply didnât tolerate that behavior, and in some parts of that, it was true.
You had no place or reason to tell the whole truth, or to be honest, when there was an exact, appropriate place to share such a thing. Yet however, if you did, no one would believe you â there was no evidential proof or key to say that Ellie and Abby killed him.
They thought the girls were saints, who were being wronged by another higher power.
The actual case would have them dropping to the ground, and you couldnât exactly say, âAbby and Ellie are sadistic killers who get off to the pain and torture.â
God fucking forbid, though.
âIâm not so sure,â you answered, taking a light sip of your champagne. âI want to keep to myself for the meantime, and make more goals for my future.â
âWell, if they came tonight, Iâm sure it wouldâve been lovely,â Jerry said, and you dryly laughed with them.
Champagne wasnât enough to fill the hollow in you. You needed the strongest shit to exist at the bar.
You had a clear cue to let yourself leave their conversation, leaving you alone in the event. You went to the bar, and sat there, requesting a martini. You put your clutch purse in front of you, and sighed heavily, a migraine coming to your head.
You werenât used to going to these high class functions by yourself â hell, you didnât even go until the girls became a part of your life, and would be by your side at each and every one of them. It made your parents happy that they were there to tug you out of your shell, make you more extroverted.
A figure sat at the chair next to you, yet you didnât pay any mind to it.
Until they said your name, and the voice was familiar.
Your eyes flickered to the side, and you saw Dina. Your eyes widened, your body directing toward her, and she smiled. âHow have you been!â She cheered, pulling you into a hug, and you could only hug back. âYou fell off the face of planet Earth!â
âOh, yeah,â you broke the hug, facing her. âI⌠I decided to do school at Oxford. I just needed to get out of the city.â
âOxford is nice,â she said, smiling small. âJesse and I were worried about you. The girls said you had broken up with them.â
You gawked at her in disbelief as she went on to order herself a drink.
Who else was fucking clueless?
âWell, I guess,â you mumbled, your martini set down in front of you. âWe just had issues we couldnât resolve from the night before.â
âOh shit, that sucks,â she sighed, shaking her head. âThe breakup must have been terrible to have you move to London.â
Her glass of tequila on rocks came to her as she took a refreshing sip of it, and you were about to claw out your eyes. Either she had brain damage, was lying, or truly wasnât aware of what occurred that night, but must have since it happened at Jesseâs club.
âDina Woodward, be fucking serious with me,â you said, and she raised a brow. âYou know what happened. That night.â
She blankly stared at you.
âThat night⌠at your boyfriendâs clubâŚâ
Dina shrugged, and you were taken aback. âJesse must know, then.â
âEllie and Abby were accused of a serious crime,â she began, and you bitterly scoffed, âwhich they were found innocent to. They had to go through that trial alone, they went through Hell without you.â
âThey killed him, Dina,â you told her, yet lowered your voice due to the gossip crowd that circulated. âYou cannot seriously be defending them.â
âIâm not defending them,â Dina stated, and you rolled your eyes, downing your martini. âThey have plenty of enemies, and you know that, too. Everyone wants to see them at their absolute worst, and do their own dirty work to make it happen.â
You got up from your seat, grabbing your purse. âIt was nice seeing you, Dina.â
You shoved your way through the bustling crowd, and were stuck in the middle as soon as your phone began to buzz.
âNot this shit again,â you mumbled to yourself, and pulled out your phone, putting it up to your ear. âWhat the fuck can I do for you?â
âYou look pretty, sweetheart,â Ellie said. âDonât you worry, we arenât in your vicinity.â
âOh, Iâm so fucking pleased to hear that,â you exasperated, rubbing your temple in frustration. âThen how do you know Iâm here?â
âYouâre right, my apologies,â Ellie laughed, and you heard rustling over the line.
âBunny, we are going to play a game,â Abby came to the line, and your heart jumped rapidly. âWe can see you, but weâve made sure you canât catch a glimpse of us.â
âWhat do you want?â You asked.
âYou still donât get it, darling. But thatâs okay,â she took a hast pause, collecting her thoughts. âWe told you many times that if you were to run, we would catch you, because you are ours. You can hide, change your name, go to different universities, but we will always be there.â
You swallowed thickly, knowing you were getting stares to your frightened look on your face.
âYour parents donât give a shit about you, they only kept you away so their image wouldnât be ruined,â she said, and you knew that was more than true; your parents would do anything to remain prestigious and clean, and you were the taint in their life. âYou said you kept that shirt to return the favor, but thereâs more than that.â
âYou donât know what you are talking about, Anderson,â you scoffed, and she hummed. âI gave that shirt away; you and Ellie are going to prison for good.â
âWeâll see about that, bunny,â she said, and the line went flat. You rushed yourself to the ladies room, nausea building in you as the room spun, and your nerves weakened your muscles. Laughter and shouts from strangers rang in your ears as you dragged yourself further to the bathroom, and the sickening gut feeling came back to you.
You couldnât pull apart if you were truly just sick to your stomach, or your intuition was stronger than ever.
You pushed the door open to the ladies room, and to your luck, it was completely empty. You lunged yourself into a stall, and collapsed down on your knees, yucking it up into the toilet. Your anxiety and worry got the best of you, making you a mess so easily, and you were embarrassed by it.
You stood up after a few minutes, taking in slow, steady breaths, and gathered yourself, standing back up. You moved over to the sink, and settled your purse down, opening it up to grab your lipstick. You rinsed out your mouth with the faucet water, and sighed heavily, turning off the sink.
You reapplied your scarlet red lipstick, and put the item back into your purse, along with your phone.
Then a click was made from the side of you, gaining your attention.
The nausea came back, but not in a wave, yet in a violent crash. You swore your heart stopped for a moment, but could hear it violently beat in your eardrums while bile stung inside your throat, threatening to come out again.
Your body trembled, knees about to bring you down, and all you wanted to do was die at this very moment.
âHey, little lamb,â Ellie said, grinning in pride. Your body pressed back against the sinkâs counter, and tears approached over your eyes as you stared at her. âWhatâs the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?â
âNo⌠no,â you said, able to take yourself to the bathroomâs entrance. You opened it, only to be met with Abby instead, a wicked smile playing on her lips. âYou are both not here.â
âOh, but we are,â Abby said, moving forward in sync to your steps going backwards. She maintained a fairly safe distance, but one close enough to grab you if you tried to run. âWhy so surprised, bunny? We promised this.â
Something about them was gravely different this time. There was a darker energy to them, a sense of evil and anger heating off of them as they stared at you down in the way the predator does when they have finally cornered their prey.
Yes, they got you, and you had no way out anymore â what a fucking terrifying and cruel revalation.
The cat got their little mouse, right by the tail.
You had fallen right into their trap perfectly, in all the ways they wanted you to. It took great cunning patience and practice to get you in this position, to have you trapped.
You were beyond scared; this was the reoccurring nightmare you dreamt of since the night you left. You always tried to consider or plan out what you would do if they were to approach you in any way, but you never paid mind to how methodical and intelligent they were.
You doubted their skills and abilities, and you were dumb to think they wouldnât get you any time soon, that you would be free from them for a few more months, maybe a year or two â maybe even a lifetime â you wished and prayed upon it.
You were stuck now. The cat and mouse game came to their precise ending.
âAre you going to kill me now?â You asked, and they hummed, shrugging to themselves.
âWell, if we wanted that, we would have done it back in LA,â Abby said, and your eyes averted back and forth between them, trying to see if there was a possible way out. âOr back in London, who knows. We had so many open opportunities to kidnap you, but we liked this little game.â
âIs that what youâre planning to do now? Kidnap me?â You asked, snickering dryly. âKeep me hostage forever? Wouldnât be anything new to me.â
âDonât act like you didnât like it,â Ellie told you, tilting her head to the side. âYou liked this claim we have on you. You will never admit it and thatâs okay, because we know it, baby.â
âNow letâs not be so rude,â Abby said, and you glanced at her. âLetâs say bye to our guests, and go back home, little bunny.â
Ellie and Abby had seemed to have enough time to decorate the penthouse. To your last memory of it, only the shared bedroom was furnished, and now, they had everything perfectly perched in precise spots.
You sat in the living room, on the black velvet couch as you stared out the window with a mindfulness of thoughts. The city was bustling, sirens louder than ever, and traffic stacked up. You tried to concentrate on the noise outside because it would be last time you would hear it.
The pair had finished fixing themselves up a drink, returning to the room, and sat across from you. You didnât pay attention to them, fits of rage and terror consuming you inside. You donât know why you thought you would actually escape them, and you had only dug yourself in a deep grave.
The familiar silence moved through the home, and you could feel their eyes spiking into you, waiting for you to say something. You had more than to say and ask, but you didnât know where exactly to start, or if you were allowed to question certain things.
âYou killed Delilah,â you blurted out, your eyes averting from the window. âYou killed Brandon James, and many others, I assume.â
âWe have,â Ellie answered, drinking her bourbon.
âI donât get why. Why do you kill people? How do you even get away with it?â You asked, and Abby glanced over at Ellie, communicating to each other through their eyes. âAre you in like a fucking cartel or some shit?â
âJoel didnât have an easy time getting to where he is,â Ellie began, setting her glass down, and slouched back on the couch. âHe has some connections, and so does Jerry. Itâs hard to get into it all, but they were doing illegal shit on the side to get money, build their legacies.â
âWe didnât kill until you,â Abby said, and you raised a brow, positioning your body in their direction. They could tell you were now intrigued, and you were; you were more than curious. âIt was two months into knowing you, and you told us about Rachel Wayne. Remember her?â
âOf course I do. That bitch bullied me like it was her lifeâs purpose,â you lightly joked, and she sighed. âWhy?â
âIt was the day when she beat you in the girlâs bathroom, ramming your face into the blow dryer all because you got a higher score on your SAT,â Abby said, and you hissed at the memory. You were a good fighter, but Rachelâs envy possessed her strength that day, and she kicked you around like an animal in the bathroom.
She locked the door, keeping her friends, you, and herself locked in, while they recorded the whole moment. You went home with a concussion, a busted face, and cried to the girls about it.
âWe were so fucking pissed,â Ellie said, scoffing to herself. âWe knew Rachel well. We invited her over to my place, and made small talk, getting the information out of her about what occurred. We got names, and everything.â
You remained quiet, but stayed tuned in and fully focused.
âWe got her high off cocaine, and once she was zoned out, we beat the fuck out of her,â she explained, and your heart thumped against your chest, about to pop out. âShe was crying, and screaming; but it made us think of how that was you previously because of her. Our anger overrode us to the edge, and we started cracking her body in. We didnât know we had killed her until she was completely fucking limp.â
âThose who had the video were dealt with too,â Abby assured. âIf they refused to delete it, we made sure their lives would be ruined, their parents would be left with nothing. We knew how to obliterate these spoiled fucks.â
âAre you serious?â You asked. It was rumored that Rachel ran away to her boyfriend in Spain, and refused to come back because her parents were assholes to her, and just a straight disappointment to them. âHow did you clean up your tracks?â
âWell, I called Joel in a panic, and told him everything,â Ellie answered, finishing her drink. âJoel told Abby and I to get ourselves cleaned up, and these men came over like an hour later, picking up after us.â
âThey wiped our phones and tracks completely,â Abby said, and slid you forward her glass of whiskey. âAnd then we did it again, and Joel quickly realized we were doing it for you. He saw that you were our purpose, so he let us use his connections, and everything.â
âHe was worried everything was going to collapse the second the cops came about Brandon,â Ellie recalled, and took out a fresh cigarette. âThat was a mess we had to fix, of course. Like, Iâd never seen Joel so pissed off before, it was insane.â
âHow did you get away with the murder?â You questioned.
âEasy shit,â Abby laughed, shrugging. âHe had himself in rough, bad business. We basically found someone who he owed money to, planted all the evidence and shit on that dude.â
âNow that motherfucker is serving life,â Ellie lit up the stick, inhaling sharply. âWe made sure it wouldnât come back to us.â
âBut the shirt,â you reminded them, and they stared at you for a moment before aweing at your little tactic. âThe shirt is with the cops.â
âIs it, though?â Abby teased, and a faint ding of the penthouse elevator chimed, footsteps approaching into the living room. âRight on time, too! God, I fucking love dramatics.â
Your eyes shifted to the noise, a broad and muscular figure walking to everyone; and you swore it was the night you were going to go into shock, or have an aneurysm.
Carson stood before you with the shirt in a clear zipped bag, and Abby stood up. âThank you so much,â she grinned, and Ellie shook his head. âYour money has been transferred to your offshore account.â
âWhat the fuck?â You blurted, Carson directing his eyes towards you. âYou knew?â
âIâm the one whoâs been cleaning up their messes,â he admitted, and Abby opened up the bag, taking out the shirt. âIt didnât take much to convince your parents to hire me. I just needed a believable resume.â
You shot up from the couch, staring him down. âYou told them where I was at, and everything! You are a fucking narc!â
âI didnât have to tell them anything,â Carson dryly chuckled, amused by your terrified expression. âThey were able to do that all on their own; I just gave them the starting point, and left it at that.â
You smacked him, the skin contact echoing in the home. He only laughed, finding you childish and weak, and shrugged. âIâll have you fucking killed!â
âLoved to see you try,â he said, and took his exit, waving to the pair. You stared at where he was in utter shock, widely appalled with slight betrayal hitting your heart. You had trusted Carson wholeheartedly, felt secure and safe with him, and it all was a blinding lie.
Ellie started up the fireplace, and your eyes flickered to the ghostly fire. âNo, no!â You shouted, trying to seize the shirt from Abby, but the auburn haired girl entrapped you in her hold, forcing you to watch the shirt to be burned.
âYou know, I hope you start to learn tonight,â Abby tossed the shirt into the fire, and you wailed, thrashing in Ellieâs arms, yet it was pointless; in every way, they would always be stronger, you being a weakling.
The shirt crinkled and disappeared in a matter of seconds.
Ellie let go of you, and you glared at her. âWe arenât done talking,â she settled you back on the couch, and Abby brought a glass of chardonnay to you. âNow we want our answers.â
âIâll fuck you up!â You spat, and they tried not to laugh. âWhat else shit do you have to say?â
âWhat did you expect to happen when you came to us about your bullies?â Abby asked, genuine and engrossed. âDid you think we would just have chit chats?â
You took a second to yourself, and you stared down at your lap, fidgeting at your dress. Before Abby and Ellie came into your life for good, they were notorious at the academy, and held that title with such pride. You knew what they were capable of, what they could do, and you saw them as your defenders from everything.
Did a part of you know what you were doing? Yes, but not that it would lead them to murder. You never understood or knew why they were so fixated on you, even before they decided to lure you into their lives. They had been riveted by you, and there was not a clear indication as to why, but you used it to your full advantage.
Your parents didnât care about you, and they knew that. All three of you played a dangerous, deadly role in the relationship; it was volatile and brutal, but it was all you had, and they were all you wanted.
You spent so much time running and hiding from them, you never took a particular moment to realize your role in everything. You took that shirt because it was a part of you; you had Brandon killed, he was a deadman the second you called Abby about him.
You were just as guilty as them, you were just as part of their games and murder.
No one else was going to do this for you, nobody would burn and tear apart the Earth just to have you in their grasp again.
âThereâs our girl,â Abby cooed, and you looked up at them, tears in your eyes. âYou finally understand. After these years, now it has come to you.â
âYou gave us the cards, we just played them the way you liked,â Ellie said, and you downed the chardonnay, exhaling shakily as you set it down. âWe knew you were too much like us, we couldnât deny you anymore. We had to have you.â
âEvery time you said we handled it,â you sucked in a hard, jagged breath, âwas that code for âwe killed someoneâ?â
âWhat else would it mean, princess?â She mused, burning her cigarette out alas in the ashtray on the coffee table.
A silence slowly creeped into the room, crinkling of the fire and outside traffic filling it as it lasted what felt like moments.
âYou know the first time we say you â God, we just knew we had to have you,â Abby spoke, and your eyes trained focused on them. âYou hypnotized us by simply existing, by being in our vicinity. It was like we were blessed to come across one of Godâs angels.â
You were always sure that they were attracted to you because you simply co-existed within their class status, and because they knew you were the only girl at Faye Academy that wasnât corrupted or tainted. You were like this fresh breath for them to use â and you still thought like that after everything they had done for you, and even prove that they did love you beyond your body.
âWhy me?â You asked.
âWe donât know what you did to simply draw us in, but we couldnât resist. Every time I saw you in class, in your nicely ironed pleated skirt, in your dark blue polo sweater⌠your makeup done so prettyâŚâ Ellie reminisced, a crude grin playing onto her lips as she recalled the first moment she laid eyes on you. âYou were so pure, so perfect for us. It was no longer about wanting you, it was about needing you â we had to; everyday that passed by where you werenât in our grasp, we could almost die from it.â
âYou will never truly know how much you have us at our knees for you, sweetheart, and thatâs okay,â Abby said, and you sucked in a sharp breath, not knowing you had been barely breathing the entire time they spoke about you. âBut understand the risks we would go through for you; we live and breathe you. We crave and yearn for you, despite the fact you are already ours. What is our purpose if you simply donât exist in our lives?â
There was not much you could say to that, only able to break down. They sat up from the couch, and Ellie reached her hand out for yours, softly looking at you.
âLetâs go upstairs, baby,â she gently spoke to you, and peered up, hesitantly interlocking your fingers with hers. She walked you with her, Abby trailing close behind as an easy quietude settled in place, though your sniffles were the only thing to be heard.
Walking into the bedroom, you were momentarily paralyzed by the memory of your last moment in it. You were on that same bed when you put all the pieces together, and had left them with no letter or anything; you took your absence, and that was that.
Ellie guided you over to the wall mirror, her and Abby brushing up close on your back, the two attentively admiring you. âWe would do anything for you, sweet girl,â Abby said, and your sobs slowly came to a halt. âWeâll always happily be your executioner, for the rest of our lives.â
âYouâre our girl,â she whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. âBut I think you need a fresh reminder of what you put us through.â Her hand hid behind her for a moment, grabbing something from the back of her jeans. A gun came into your vision, and your breath hitched, but she kept it by her side.
Your neck was met with Abbyâs soft lips, her warm breath fanning against your skin, and her fingers loosened the strings of the corset. You softly moaned, Ellie fixated on the sight of you easily falling apart to Abbyâs kissing, and grinned to herself. âDoesnât take much to have you under us,â she said, and you eyed her, nodding.
The dress was undone, and easily dropped off your body, the duo getting the view they had longed for all this time. You were bare and exposed, only in underwear, and a primal urge had shadowed over them, wanting to ruin you without any thought.
âOh, bunny,â Abby whispered. âJust as perfect as we remembered.â
Her lips separated from your marked neck, and you whimpered as Ellie pressed her gun to your abdomen. âWhat a sweet sight that I will never get tired of,â she mumbled, kissing your cheek. âSeeing you fucking petrified as if we will kill you at any moment.â
âBut you wonât,â you retorted. âRight?â
âNo,â she promised as the gun was slowly dragged to your temple, and she clicked the trigger, only for the barrel to be empty. You flinched to the trigger, your heart racing. âBut we will hurt you, I can assure you that, little lamb.â
She used the gun to steer you to the foot of the bed. âOn your fucking knees,â Abby demanded, and you collapsed to them, your knees thudding against the cold, hard granite tiles. âAnytime you stop, we use this gun, and you can find out yourself if the barrel is cleaned out.â
âYes, mommy,â you muttered, and they amusingly hummed. Ellie kept the gun in position, using one hand to unbuckle her belt, and strip off her jeans as Abby did the same. It was a rare thing for them to have their straps under their pants, only if they knew they would have to handle you at any given moment, and this was one of them. You were going to come crawling back, and they were prepared for it, to claim and destroy you all in one.
âMama gets to have you first,â Ellie said, and you parted your mouth open, Abbyâs stuffing your mouth full with her cock, careless to your gagging. She had her way with you, her hand holding the top of your head as she thrusted herself into your mouth, trying your best to not pull back and gasp for air. The gun was there to keep you place, and you couldnât ignore how it pressed deeply into the side of your head.
âThatâs right, baby. Fuckinâ whore,â Abby said, and you tried to best out of your nose, desperate for more air. You used whatever strength you had, forcing your head back, and engulfed amounts of oxygen into your lungs. âWhat the fuck did we say?â
The trigger was pressed, and your ears rang with it. Empty, again.
âYouâve been away too long, princess,â Ellie said, and Abby retrieved your head, your mouth filled with the silicone object again. âWas too busy fucking other girls, huh? I bet they couldnât make you like this; I can see you fucking dripping through your panties.â
Your arousal was a wildfire in you, spreading through your stomach, and down into your thighs. You could feel the mess you were making, seemingly ashamed and embarrassed how you got wet from their threats, with a gun pointed to you that was possibly clipped.
âThere she is, now you are being good,â Abby praised, her thumb pressing away the tears that fell on your apple cheeks. âAlways doing your best for us, hm? Knew you missed us too, baby.â
Ellie crouched down to your level, the gun lined up under your head as her grin turned into a twisted smirk. âAll that we did for you, little one,â she mocked a frown, sighing. âAnd you just ran away like that? Coming home to find you gone, and betraying us?â
You were lightheaded and dizzy, your mind hazy, yet tried to stay focused. Your moans and whimpers gargled in your throat, drool running out of the corners of your mouth, and falling down onto your breasts.
âYou belong to us, and you better start getting that through your fucking skull,â Ellie seethed, her bitter fury coating her mind. âYou are only hurting yourself by doing the shit you do. A fucking brat you are.â
Abby decided to give up on you, your mouth hollow and free. She grabbed you by your throat, a sinister shade lingering in her eyes, and air whistled through her teeth. âLittle bunny, you have no clue what youâve done to yourself.â
You were put in the middle of the bed, and Ellie looked at her gun. âLetâs see if she can still take us,â she said, and Abby hummed, nodding. Ellie adjusted herself in between your legs, shoving them open, and stripped off your underwear, moaning at the sight of your cunt. âFucking hell. Sheâs fucking soaking, babe.â
Abby had bunched ropes in her hand, kneeling into the bed, and stared at your cunt. âWhat a sick bitch you are, bunny,â she teased, running a finger down your slick folds, and you whined. âAll of this from a gun, Ellie. She fucking loves it.â
Nothing else was said as Abby grasped onto your legs, and pushed your legs up against your chest. Her hands gripped on your wrists, having you hug the underneath of your legs, and made sure you kept yourself locked in the placement.
Ellie tied your wrists together, tight enough to not cut off any blood supply, and then went on to your ankles, knotting them in one. She used another string of rope to connect your ankles to your wrists, making your position trapped and stuck.
âWe donât want to hear you enjoying this,â Ellie said, and gave the gun over to Abby as the blonde sat herself in front of you. Ellie took off her strap, letting it drop to the ground, and took off her underwear, only to move herself over your face. She carefully lowered herself down on, and her aching cunt met your mouth as you obediently sucked and ran your tongue on it.
Abby slowly slipped the gun into you, yet you were soaked enough to let it easily be fucked into you. She pressed down onto your stomach as she rammed the cold weapon into your pussy, and you tried to muzzle your needy noises, tending to Ellieâs needs.
The auburn girl rutted herself against your mouth, eliciting shaky moans and cursed under her breath. âYeah, just like that, sweetheart,â she muttered, looking over at Abby while she continued to fist the gun into you.
You lathered Ellieâs slick on your tongue, pleased how it dripped over your lips as you moaned to the sweet taste of her. If your wrists werenât restrained, you would keep your arms around her thighs just to eat her out for hours on end.
Abby and Ellie were intensely dominant, it was unwonted when you gave them pleasure. They were refusing about it, saying that you were the one who needed to be desired and tended to whenever you wanted to be.
You couldnât tell if you were immensely desperate or if the gun was fucking you so well, that you were already at the peak of your climax. You denied your orgasm, needing to get Ellie to hers, and harshly ate her out, fucking her hole with your tongue, sending her into a moaning, pleading mess for you.
âOh shit, sweetheartâ yeah, keep going,â she softly moaned. âBeing such a good girl for daddy, gonna make sure to cum in your pretty mouth.â
âSheâs making a mess on your gun and sheets,â Abby said, and for a moment, your cunt was not filled until she pushed her cock into you. âThere we fuckinâ go, this is exactly what she needs.â
Ellie craned her body near Abby, the two kissing each other in a sloppy manner as the blonde roughly fucked into you. Abby kept her close as Ellieâs jagged moans and whines breathed into her mouth, doing all she could to keep herself up and close.
âYou going to cum, baby, hm?â Abby asked, and Ellie moaned against her lips, nodding. âGo on, cum for us. You can do it.â
Ellieâs orgasm came crashing down as she squirmed and cried out, twitching on your mouth. Ellie pushed herself up, kneeling beside your head and leaned down to kiss you, both of you moaning at the taste of her. You sucked on each otherâs tongues, Ellie slipping her hand down your stomach, and made way in between your thighs, rubbing your cunt.
She broke apart the kiss, her free hand gripping onto your jaw to make forced eye contact, and spat into your mouth. âMake us proud, baby. Want you to give daddy a good one,â she whispered, and you kept your eyes trained into hers as Abby pounded herself deeper into you, the squelching noises of your slick mixing in with your whimpers and throaty moans.
âSo fucking tight, never gonna get enough of this perfect pussy,â Abby breathed, her hands squeezing the back of your thighs. âMade just for us, sweet girl. Everything about you was made for us to worship and ruin.â
âNo one fucked you like this back in London, huh?â Ellie asked, and you shook your head. âOh, I know, sweetheart. Probably had to get off all by yourself while you thought of us, too.â
âJust⌠just thought of you two the entire time,â you confessed, brows knitted together. âI need you so bad, âm sorry.â
âWeâre here, baby,â she said, kissing the side of your head. âNext time you try to escape, youâll absolutely fucking regret it. Got that?â
You nodded, and a warm sensation kindled in the pits of your stomach, knowing the familiar feeling. You squirmed, and Abby glanced over at Ellie. âIf she doesnât understand, weâll just beat it into her,â she said, making it a sincere promise, and a chaste kiss was made to your forehead. âI would hate to do that, but it might just happen.â
Your approaching orgasm made it too troubling to know if they would harm you in such a way, but you were at the point that you couldnât put it past them.
âCum for mommy,â Abby insisted, and you moaned, your hips jittering as your climax broke out of you, broken moans escaping from you. âThat was fucking nothing, you crybaby.â
The cum from her strap leaked with yours, dripping out of your hole, and making a puddle in the bedsheets. She unknotted the ropes, tossing them to the ground shortly after, and massaged your wrists.
You laid there for a second before bursting out in a fit of laughter, the two confused by it.
âWhat?â Ellie bluntly asked.
âSurprised you even let me cum,â you said, laughing a little more. âUsually you have me work for it.â
Abby and Ellie looked at each other before their eyes went back to you as they puckered their lips in thought nodding to themselves. Ellie picked you up from the bed, and brought a violent backhand slap to your cheek, halting your laughter altogether.
âYou want to keep fucking laughing!â She yelled, giving you another one. âYou are even fucking lucky we are touching you. We could have had you strapped to a vibrator for hours, and hit you every time you tried to cum.â Your lightness turned into sobs, and you stared at her through glossy vision, your pout shaking on your lips. They had simply run over their limit and patience with you, and you no longer doubted the sadism they would lay on you.
Abby just stood by, soaking in your tears and how easy it was to crack you. It was enough for the both of them to get off. She took you from Ellie, putting your arms behind your back as her chest brushed up against it, and Ellie took off her shirt, harnessing back on her strap.
God, I know you hate me, you thought to yourself. But please, have mercy on me.
Abby spat down your ass, using the saliva as lubrication, and dipped you down onto her strap, your ass hole brutally being stretched open. She kept you steady and positioned right for Ellie, who was not far behind as she shoved her cock into you.
âRide us, bitch,â Abby said, and you obliged, hissing under your breath. The pain lasted longer than you thought, tears flooding into your ears while their size brutalized your cunt. âSuch a sensitive cry baby. So easy for us to break you.â
Your head fell back on her shoulder, looking up at her. âPlease, mama. âM sorry, Iâll be so good for you.â
Ellie grabbed your jaw, a violent smack struck against your cheek. âYou enjoy lying to us, all the fuckinâ time. We shouldâve disposed of you a while ago, see how you wouldâve done without us.â
âWhat a pity that would be,â Abby taunted, laughing breathily in your laugh. As they found humor at the thought of you being a lost lamb without them, you were ripping at the seams as you went on to ride them at a gentle pace for you, the discomfort shifting into grand pleasure. âI would like to see that. Maybe next time we will leave, have you feel what we did.â
âNo no!â You cried, shaking your head, and broke into hysterical sobs. âDidnât mean to go, swear I didnât.â
âYeah,â Ellie jested, that eerie smirk of hers resting on her lips. âBecause who will put up with you? Make you feel like this? Give into your fucking sick desires?â
âThatâs why youâre perfect for us,â Abby noted, her hand creeping up to your neck, and viciously gripped on your throat. âJust as twisted and fucked in the head as us, more than youâd care to admit. No one will want or need you the way we do.â
You refused to deny them that. They were what you craved, they were the epitome of your lust and dreams, everything you yearned for, and were the helping hand to expose who you were to yourself. You wouldâve done the same as them if they tried to leave; you would fucking slaughter those who they cared for just to have them again.
A match made in the ninth circle of Hell.
Your next high came to you, making it easily known as your noises got high pitched, making it an indicator. âLet me cum, please,â you pleaded, sobbing. âWant to cum, I need toâ Iâll do anything you want.â
âWe like you this way, stupid whore,â Abby said, and made the gun useful again, pointing it to your ribcage. âYou cum, I pull the trigger.â
You body tensed, and you nodded, trying to ignore your unbearable high as it was becoming raw ecstasy to you. Your thighs trembled, about to give up on you, and you looked at Ellie through wettened eyelashes, your face drenched with tears and sweat.
The bedroom was rare filth, you could smell sin and vices burning through it. Your life was in their hands in every literal sense, but you wouldnât have it any other way; you would rather die than not have them, and if that meant they would have to kill you themselves, you would let them. You were utterly nothing without them, and they knew it, too.
You had all the fucking wealth and privilege in the world to be someone, but you couldnât be if they werenât there on your side. You were them, and they were you. Your souls were eternally intertwined, and no matter where you went, you would always come back to them because they were it. They were all you sought out for.
Despite their desecration and souls being planted from Hell, they were Heaven and all things bliss.
You needed them. You would always need them.
You were winded out of your head as your orgasm stung inside of you, crying to be freed. You sobbed with it, shaking your head, but had to consider the gun that was indented into your skin. You had not known how much was passing when holding in your cum, but you couldnât take it, and it was easily making you fall apart.
âMommy, please!â You cried, blubbering in your tears. âI have toâ ahh, please! I canât do it, I canât!â
âYes you can, and you will, you fucking whore,â Ellie argued. âUnless you want to find out if the next shot has a bullet in it.â
You shook your head, and continued to break into sobs, your orgasm threatening to be released at the edge of you. It was becoming too much, your vision was blurring, and your heart was overwhelmed, almost frightened you would have a heart attack of some sort.
Ellie and Abby gave in, violently and recklessly pounding into you, putting your riding to a complete stop. You placed your hands on Ellieâs shoulders for support, Abbyâs nails clawing into your throat as she continued to hold onto it for leverage while she maintained to hold you at gunpoint.
Utter euphoria rode over you, your eyes rolling to the inside of your head, and your back perfectly arched, crying out for the both of them. Your nails scratched at Ellieâs skin, your eyes getting a hast look at her fucking your cunt. Your noises and voice grated like rust at the back of your throat, breaths shuddering in your ribcage.
âYou want to fucking cum, bunny?â Abby breathily asked. âCry for it more if you really want it, sweetheart.â
âMama, please!â You sobbed loudly, your mewls and cries faltering in your cries. âWant to be full of you, need to be bred by you two, please. Make me a pretty mommy for you, keep me trapped with you.â
They fucking lost it on you, ferociously driving themselves deeper into your wet, abused holes, and were coming to their own high. âYeah, baby? Want daddy to fuck a baby into you?â Ellie cooed, a faux pout dangling on her lips. âThen you wouldnât have anywhere to go.â
You nodded, on the brink of being braindead. âYes, yes! I wanna be leaking of you. Wanâ mama and daddy to breed me so badly, please!â
You were an incoherent babbling mess, your voice raw and rough as you cried with your noises of gratification. They easily had you at the tip, and were ready to push you all the way down, keep you sobbing.
âFucking cum for us, fuck!â Abby demanded, dropping the gun, and let go of your throat. She laid her hands on your torso, her nails scraping against your skin, and you hissed to it. Wanton moans and whimpers echoed throughout the room, and a second hadnât passed when your climax ran out of you, riding it out as the girls went on to fuck you.
You let them use you like a fucktoy until they had come to their own orgasm, stuffing their cum into you as a symphony of curses sputtered from their lips. All movements came to a stop, bodies trembling and sticky.
You had to internally keep yourself conscious, but it was seeming impossible. You collapsed onto the bed the moment you were unfilled with their cocks, letting them handle themselves before you.
You could feel a warm, wet rag running over your legs, and you stared up at the ceiling, your eyes lazily blinking. âWe need to clean you up, sweetheart. Câmon,â Ellie said, and picked you up, carrying you into the bathroom.
The three of you shared a warm bath, sitting in the middle of them as they cleaned you up nice and well, being sure to be gentle to touch you. You had missed the sweet scent of them, or how their violent hands could be so kind to your body, chaste kisses being pressed on your spine and forehead here and there.
It took you a few years for you to figure out your purpose with them, and all that they did for you. It was more than enough. To many, it would seem insane of your justifications and reasonings to why they did what they did for you, but no one else's opinion mattered in the fact. They worshiped you, they devoted every inch and breath of themselves to your protection and well being.
This is all you wanted. You and them forever the rest of your life. If carnage and bloodshed had to present, then so be it; because as long as you had them there by you, it was okay.
It was going to be okay forever.
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Best Friend!Yang Jeongin x Afab!Reader
⌠Genre: Friends to Lovers - non-idol - [18+ Only]
⌠Content Description: 6.6k + 11 screenshots



⌠Summary: Your best friend finds out about your OnlyFans account which leads to you discovering how you really feel about him.
⌠CW: Unintentional exhibitionism(?), Unprotected sex [wrap it up party people] ⌠A/N: This is my FIRST Jeongin fic and I am hella excited! (and nervous) I really hope that you enjoy it! This is a hybrid of fake texts and story so make sure to open it all the way to see it all! AHH I'm so nervous.+ reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ⥠⧠Masterlist â§






Sleep abandoned you after you and Jeongin spoke, your thoughts were everywhere and nowhere and your body was working against you. Why does the fact that your best friend thinks that youâre hot turn you on? Why are you imagining him touching himself to the sounds of you moaning while you fuck yourself?
 Is he big?Â
How would he feel?Â
Wait - how did he not recognize your voice?Â
You never show your face, only the shoulders down, but youâve uploaded voice notes. Youâve done tons of horny rambles that he had to have listened to. Okay, wait wait wait, does he only get off to you? He said that youâre the only girl that he follows on the site⌠Okay, stop, brain shut the fuck up.Â
The next day you tried to operate how you normally would. You went to the gym, you got your morning coffee, you thought about Jeongin moaning at the sight of you, you screamed in your car and you went back home. Honestly, this is working out great.Â
You did everything that you could to distract yourself from the unending thoughts. You did laundry, watched TV, skipped rope on your balcony, you even started color organizing your closet. Thatâs when your phones started ringing with that tone that you know all too well.
 You stared at it for what felt like a second, you tried to calm yourself down and cursed yourself out in your head for making this such a big deal. He said that he doesnât care. He wonât mention it, heâll just get off to your videos and thatâs that. Jeongin is your best friend who finds you hot and touches himself to your videos, thatâs so normal. Youâre so normal about this.Â
By the time you finally hyped yourself up to answer his call the phone stopped ringing and you let out a huff of heavy air that you werenât even aware you were holding. Youâll call him backâŚlater.
Not even three minutes later thereâs knocking at your front door and you rush to open it. Youâre expecting a package today so this must be it. You swing the door open and your heart jumps out of your chest and runs down the hall. âAre you okay?âÂ
Jeongin waves in front of your face to grab your attention as you stare at him, unmoving. âI called, you didnât answer.â You clear your throat but end up choking a bit from how dry it is. You opt for nodding your head while you desperately swallow your spit to try and save you from further embarrassment.Â
âRight, yeah yeah come in, whatâs up?â You hastily stumble to the side as you open your door wider. He stalks in like he always does, comfortable and confident. âYou have my green jacket, Felix hyung wanted to borrow it tonight.â
âI gave that back, didnât I?â You smooth down your skirt, suddenly feeling super self conscious. Heâs seen you in this exact outfit more times than you can count but itâs different this time, right? No, itâs not supposed to be different. Weâre acting normal. Weâre so normal about this.
âNoona?â His fingers wrap around your wrist and you jump out of your thoughts, literally. âIs everything alright? You keep spacing out.âÂ
Has his hand always been this damn big? Thatâs all that you can think to yourself as you stare down at where heâs holding you. âIâm fine, Jeongin,â
âYou usually call me Innie.â He retorts with furrowed brows until it all clicks for him. âIs this about last night?âÂ
You pull away from him like heâs on fire and start power walking to your bedroom before he can say another word. âIâll go look for that jacket.â
You slam your room door closed behind you and sink to the floor against it immediately after. This is crazy, youâre acting crazy and horny and - and - fuck, has his hand always been that big?Â
Has he always called you noona that smoothly? Has he always been like⌠that? Wait, no, pull it together. Find the jacket and send him away so you can spiral in peace.Â
After about ten minutes of searching through the mess you made and battling your inner demons you find the jacket that Jeongin came for. When you leave your bedroom you expect to see him sitting on your couch but you find him in your kitchen instead. Heâs washing your dishes while he hums some song that youâre sure that you could identify if you concentrated but you canât think straight. Your brain isnât working at all because your best friend is standing there, at your sink, washing your dishes⌠In only a white tank top and gray sweatpants.Â
Your eyes find the discarded sports sweater he arrived in thrown sloppily over one of your counter stools before they quickly return to Jeonginâs toned back. This shirt should be illegal. He shouldnât be allowed to look this good.Â
You stand there, jacket in hand and thighs pressed together while you try to muster up the courage to say something, anything. Just as youâre about to speak he turns around with a cup full of water but itâs only full for a second before he jumps with a scream and pours it all over himself.
âYa, noona!â He huffs, bracing himself against the counter. âWhat the hell? You scared the life outta me.â He drops the now empty cup into the sink and braces himself with both hands against the marble.Â
âWhy are you just standing there?â You donât even hear his question. You canât hear anything except for the fast beating of your heart and incoherent screaming from your last brain cell as you take in the sight before you.Â
The front of his shirt is soaked and you can see right through the fabric sticking to each and every dip and contour of his unbelievable body. Has he always been⌠so hot? âNoona, seriously, what is going on with you? Do we need to talk about something?âÂ
He steps towards you and you take a clumsy step back. âI uh, found the jacket.â You sit the jacket on the stool where his sweater is then look back at him. You look him in the eyes this time to avoid possibly fainting but you quickly discover that his gaze is just as intoxicating.Â
âForget the jacket, Iâm trying to figure out if -â He takes another step towards you and you take two back.Â
âOkay, so Iâll see you later, right? Awesome, later Innie.â You rush back to your bedroom just as he takes another step to try to stop you. You slam the door shut and repeat the same routine as earlier. When did he get so hot?





What the fuck? Did he just ask you if you like it?âŚWhy is the answer yes? Why does that make every thought that youâve been thinking for the past 12 hours way worse? You gotta pull it together, you canât let a simple question cause you to spiral. He probably didnât even mean it like thatâŚright?
You spend the next three hours trying to forget that text. You take a shower and cook yourself a dinner that you barely even touch because itâs not what you want. Itâs not him, do you want him?Â
You drag yourself to your bedroom after you stuff your leftovers in the fridge and plop down on your bed. You scream into your mattress once or twice before you decide that you canât take it anymore, you need to do something. Anything.Â
Before you can even really think about it youâre in your closet that should honestly count as a second bedroom but you're fine with it being your mini studio. This is where youâve filmed every video, where you capture every picture and record every ramble. This is where you are when you make the content that Jeongin loves. Maybe heâll love this too.
You make yourself a bit comfortable in front of the large mirror on the wall and turn on your voice recorder. âHey thereâŚDo you have a second? I just wanna get something outta my head.âÂ
You settle into the fluffiness of your bean bag chair and spread your legs in front of the mirror. Your pajama shorts ride up a bit and the thin gusset exposes just enough of your cunt for you to take in. âIâve been thinking about you all day, yeah you. I canât get you off of my mind and itâs driving me crazy.âÂ
You sigh into your phone, glancing down at the recorder to make sure that itâs still running. Your free hand runs over the scarf tying your hair back and trails down the side of your neck. Your fingers brush over your sweet spots slowly and carefully kinda how you think he would do it.
âI want you.â Itâs more of a whisper than you intended but you keep going. âI want you so badly that itâs driving me mad. I bet you know that though, donât you?â
You nearly say Jeonginâs name at the end of that sentence and you nearly moan it into the air when your fingers brush over your nipples. âTell me that you thought about me too.âÂ
Your hands start moving faster, grazing your covered and exposed skin with a hungry haste that youâre sure that Jeongin would recreate. Heâd explore you with a lust driven by curiosity and desire. Heâd rip you apart and take his sweet time putting you back together. Heâd be rough and gentle, slow and fast, shallow and deep. Heâd be everything.
You didnât even realize that you were still talking into the recorder when your eyes snap open. You have no clue what youâve said and you have no clue when you started rubbing at your clit but you donât care. Moans are tumbling from your chapped lips as drool threatens to spill over the corners.
Thereâs nothing but pure carnal desire lingering around you and itâs all for your best friend. All for a man that youâve never looked twice at until today, or have you? You always knew that Jeongin was attractive. You always felt a tingle when heâd hold you or play around with you but youâve learned to push it down. It was manageable until last night. Thatâs when the dam broke.
âIn- I - I need you.â You almost said it, almost let it slip. âTouch me please, please.â
Your fingers are slipping inside before you can even process it. Youâre stroking up against your g-spot at a pace that should be painful but you feel nothing but bliss because youâre thinking of nothing but him. Him him him.Â
The slick sounds of your cunt are loud enough to be caught on the recorder but you wouldnât be surprised if theyâre completely overshadowed by your moans. âMake me cum, please please please, mâ gonna cum.âÂ
Your vision is going white before you can even take a deep breath, it gets caught in your throat as you cry out. Youâre panting, mumbling curses left and right and then right as youâre ending the recording it finally slips. âInnieâ
After sitting and staring at your reflection for maybe thirty minutes you finally pulled yourself up off of your bean bag chair and freshened up. You plopped down onto your bed face first and screamed, this seems to be becoming a routine.Â
Once you get a grip you sit up against your pillows and stare at the new audio. How could you make this while thinking about Jeongin? Are you a terrible friend? Can you blame him for being hot? Can you say that itâs all his fault and just live life hating him for ever finding your account? No, I mean, yeah you could but that would be stupid.
You load the audio into your Only Fans account and put together the new post. You usually wouldnât think twice about uploading a ramble, youâd usually listen to it in your headphones to check the quality and then throw it online for your subscribers to enjoy but this one feels different. This one feels wrong to post. After a bit of debating you take a deep breath and go for it. It canât be that bad right?
Nevermind
Itâs been about an hour since you posted the audio and itâs gotten back to back likes and comments. Youâve even gotten some chat requests with tips that you plan to reply to later but the one that just came in caught your attention.Â
You donât know what it is about it, maybe itâs the username or the energy behind their message but youâre almost a thousand percent positive that itâs Jeongin on the other side of this chat.Â
You sound so pretty in your new audio. Youâre really fueling my imagination tonight. I.2.n.8 Sent a tipÂ
You stare at the message for so long that you forget to blink. This is so obviously him. The user name is a dead giveaway. Jeongin is messaging you about your new ramble⌠you shouldnât reply.
Fuck.
You replied. You replied and you flirted so fucking hard that youâre sure that heâs blushing in his bed just like you are right now. Youâve talked to plenty of guys like this. You flirt and make them feel special and then boom more tips but you donât even care about the money right now, not when youâre having so much fun texting - sexting - the only man thatâs been on your mind. Your best friend.Â
When you see Jeongin the next day at a small get together you expect it to be awkward. You expected for him to give you knowing looks from across the crowded restaurant table but he didnât. He acted completely normal like he hasnât been sexting his best friend for the past eight hours.Â
You tried your best to mimic his demeanor. You spoke to him as normally as you possibly could and as the night went on it got easier to ignore the elephant in the room. You stole some food off of his plate and even sang karaoke with him at the bar that you went to afterwards. You almost forgot about the messages, until you got home.Â
Care to help me with a situation, sweetie? Iâll make it worth it, I promise. I.2.N.8 Sent a tip
Holy Fuck, thatâs a big tip⌠like, money⌠that kind of tip. You sat on the edge of your bed with a messy cocktail of cheap liquor running through your veins and giving you confidence to do things that will surely have you screaming into your mattress later, and not in the way that you really want.Â
You strip down and head to your closet, clicking a few pictures in poses that youâve never tried before and some that are your tried and true classics. You hold your breath as you organize the album and attach a price to it. If he really wants to see it he can pay, youâll be needing the money to fund your therapy sessions after this anyway cause this teasing is driving you insane.
Right when you send the set to the âmysteryâ guy a text from Jeongin drops down into view and youâre instantly covered in goosebumps.
Ayen đĽâŁď¸: I had fun with you today, missed you. Ayen đĽâŁď¸: I work late tomorrow but Iâm free the day after, wanna come over?
This is suspicious⌠right? You should decline. Yeah definitely decline, you donât wanna risk anything happening that could ruin your friendship.Â
Youâre screaming into your mattress again.
 You accepted the invitation as you were thinking about declining it.Â
You never stood a chance.Â
You donât sleep, instead you plan a cute but chill outfit to wear when you go over to his place. Itâs not a date but you still wanna be cute, this isnât weird. This is normal.Â
Whatâs not normal is the way that youâve been glued to your phone since this chat with Jeongin popped up. Youâre not neglecting your other messages but you do spend extra time on his chat. You give him exclusive content that barely costs a thing and youâre fucking enjoying it. Youâre addicted. So much so that when you get to Jeonginâs house the next day for your hang out itâs all that you can think about.
Youâve been here for about an hour and a half. You thought that it was just gonna be you and Jeongin. You thought that it was gonna be a nice best friend date. Itâs not.Â
âYou seriously never saw that video before?â Jisung asks Felix with a mouth half full of whatever he ordered a bit ago. Youâre sitting next to Jeongin on the couch with his roommate Seungmin next to him and his other roommate Felix on the floor with Jisung. âNever.â
They fall into some conversation that everyone seems to be paying attention to but you. Youâre too busy staring at your blacked out phone screen as you try to cope with the fact that youâre sitting next to the man that youâre secretly sexting.Â
He hasnât made anything weird just like he promised, everything is fine. You just need to calm - what the fuck?
Your phone chimes and your screen lights up to show a browser notification. An OnlyFans notification. You look over to the man next to you to catch him stuffing his phone in his pocket while he laughs at something that Felix said. Did he seriously just text you?
He did. You open your browser and the message is right there. Staring at you while you stare at him.
Bet youâre lookinâ so pretty today, sweetie. I.2.n.8 Sent a tip Mind showing me what youâre wearing today?Â
You gulp down the spit pooling in your mouth and choke a bit but you hide the cough well, you think. Why would he text you now? Why here? Maybe this is a good chance to see if itâs really him. Yeah, this is your chance.Â
You type the cutest reply you can think of while your heart does the cha cha slide in your chest and hit send. You hold your breath as you wait for the ding but youâre choking once again when you actually hear it.Â
Jeongin reaches into his pocket and smiles down at his phone. He doesnât unlock it. He doesnât check the message. But you know what he does? He fucking smiles at you.Â
âYou okay, noona? Youâre spacing out again.â Seungmin is replying before you can even open your mouth.Â
âMaybe if you actually spoke to her instead of texting that OnlyFans girl she wouldnât have to daydream.â The other two instigate Seungminâs teasing and Jeongin only rolls his eyes with a smile.Â
âYouâd be obsessed with her too if youâve seen what Iâve seenâ He settles back into the cushions a bit, extending his arm to the back of the couch behind you. He feels so much closer to you like this, or maybe itâs just because heâs talking about you to all of your friends. âSheâs worth obsessing over.â
âShare her account then.â You jump a bit at the suggestion, it was quick but it was enough to gain Felix and Jisungâs attention. Jeongin is the opposite of you. He isnât phased by the suggestion one bit, he just smiles down at his lap and shakes his head. âNope, sheâs a treasure that I plan to keep to myself.â
Seungmin scoffs and the other two start with the teasing again but Felixâs gaze keeps floating back to you. You try your best to relax, no one knows that youâre the OnlyFans girl so they arenât actually talking about you. But this on top of Jeongin texting you while sitting right next to you is starting to be too much.
âYeah yeah, tease all you want, Iâm getting a drink.â Jeongin asks if anyone else wants anything from the kitchen and collects requests from almost everyone except for you. You just sit there quietly staring at your lap, quietly dying inside until the burning in your chest gets your feet moving.Â
âIâll be back.â You mumble but only Felix replies, heâs the only one that heard you and his eyes follow you as you take the same path that Jeongin did a second ago.
Your friend is looking into the open fridge when you get to the kitchen. Heâs grabbing a bottle of water when he notices you come around the corner.
âHey, did you want -âÂ
âNot here.â You whisper through clenched teeth, itâs quick and quiet enough for you to get the point across and then escape. âDo not message me here, are you insane?â Jeongin closes the fridge, water bottle in hand and a grin on his lips.
âWhat?â You look back to make sure that youâre still alone before stepping closer to him. âDo not text me here.â
âWhy would I be texting you when youâve been right next to me?â He sips from the bottle in his hands before sitting it down. âI think that youâre confused about -â
âYouâre I.2.n.8, I know you are. Youâre the one whoâs been tipping me and texting me on OF for days.â Jeongin looks down at the tile in an attempt to hide the smug grin on his face. âYou promised not to make it weird.â
âI kept my promise.â He shrugs, looking back up at you with a different gaze, a darker one. âI havenât made anything weird. I havenât brought it up. Itâs you who thinks that Iâm texting you.â
He steps closer, leaving little room between you two. You can feel your face getting hot, the temperature is rising with each second that your eyes are on his. Your thighs press together and you take it as a desperate plea from your body but you donât know what for. â Do you want it to be me texting you?âÂ
The air feels too thick with him so close, you canât breathe. Itâs too much. You turn away, desperate to retreat back to your safe space on the couch but he grabs your wrist before you can escape.Â
His other hand finds your waist and guides your back against the marble counter next to the fridge. âDonât run away from me again, noona.â Thereâs barely an inch between you two and the air feels dry at this point. Your tongue feels too heavy to control in your mouth so you dip it out to skate across your bottom lip. Jeongin watches the movement carefully, too carefully.
âTell me, do you want it to be me, hm?â He shifts, caging you between his arms as he leans against the counter. You catch the flex of his muscles from the corner of your eye and it makes you feel dizzy, what is going on? âDo you want it to be me who tells you how badly I wanna ruin such a pretty thing like you?âÂ
You bite back a groan and sink into the surface behind you. He steps forward, now impossibly close as he moves to whisper in your ear. âIs that what you want, sweetie?â
Oh fuck, it is him. Itâs really him.
âJeongin, we canâtâ Youâre whispering to him so he whispers back. âCanât what? What are you thinking about? Iâve only asked you a question.â
âYou canât be this close to me.â Your words feel forced and your limbs feel heavy as you try to find a way to settle against him. âThis isnât right.â
âYeah? So you touching yourself in your closet and moaning my name is fine? But this isnât right?â Your eyes widen the second those words leave his mouth, how did he know that you film in your closet? Heâs been there a couple of times of course, heâs sat in your bean bag chair and heâs helped you pick out outfits but he never knew that you do Only Fans. So if he knows that youâve been filming in your closet that means he recognized it from one of your videos⌠which means that he also had to have recognized you.Â
âYou knew that it was me the whole time didnât you?â Your eyes flick from his to his lips and back up. âYou knew that it was my account.â His lips spread into a wide mouth smile as he mimics your previous pattern with his dark pupils.Â
âMaybe I did.â He moves his hand to your arm, running his fingers over the exposed flesh of your wrist. Every touch feels like fire as the pads of his fingers glide up your forearm. âMaybe I hoped it was you.â
His fingers press into your flesh every so slightly, itâs enough to make you shift into a firmer press of your thighs. âMaybe I only subscribed to the account because it looked like you.â
His fingers take their time going over the curve of your shoulder. They tease the strap of your top for a second, before dancing up the curve of your neck. âGuess I got lucky, huh?â
That was what tipped the bucket. That is what had you crashing your lips to his and wiping that smug smile off of his face in an instant. He moans into your mouth before you can moan into his, his hand cups your neck, pulling you closer as his other hand grabs at your waist.
Itâs heated and sloppy. He feels just as desperate as you do with every clumsy swipe of his tongue over yours. Youâre panting into his mouth, only pulling away for half a second to breathe before youâre tasting him again.Â
Your hands grab at his flexing arms, scratching and kneading the flesh before you move to make fists into the fabric of his shirt. He feels unreal, heâs more than what you dreamed of. He feels so strong and soft and he tastes like lust itself.
You press your body further into his, taking in the matching thump of his heart to yours as your lips move in an impossible rhythm. Itâs clear that you both feel the same hunger, the same longing, the same need for each other. Maybe this was driving him insane too.
âJump.â His command is muffled and wet against your lips but you understand him and swiftly obey. His hands move to the back of your thighs to help you up onto the counter and he briskly fills in the space between your parted legs with his slim waist.Â
You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands wander up your clothed thighs, his fingers dig into the plush flesh with a deep groan. âFuck, do you know how long Iâve thought of this?â He trails kisses over your cheek and over the shell of your ear.Â
âI watched every video.â He moves down the curve of your neck, nipping and kissing the flesh to milk moans from your parted lips. âI listened to every audio. I saved every picture.âÂ
He sucks bruises into your clavicle, licking over the rising cherry marks and planting sloppy kisses. âBut none of that is as good as this.â Youâre panting and moaning into his ear. Words donât make sense. They jumble and disappear behind your eyes with each rough grab and desperate lick.Â
âDo you feel as good as you look, sweetie?â Your eyes flutter open when he pulls back from your neck. Both of your lids are low and your eyes have a lustful haze fogging them. âCan I please feel you?â His hands explore you while you fight with your tongue to form words. They skim over your curves and make you feel like youâre electric. Youâve wanted this, you wanted this so badly.Â
âWe shouldnât.â Your mouth forms the wrong words and you curse yourself for it. Jeongin just nods at you, hands still exploring your body until they reach your breast. He cups them, squeezing a bit and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples.Â
âWe shouldnâtâ He repeats after you, massaging your breast more intensely and pressing the prominent bulge in his sweatpants firm against your cunt. Your breath hitches and your eyes flutter shut.
âWe canâtâ It comes out as a moan as he leans in and sucks on the flesh on the other side of your neck. Your fingers rake through his hair and he groans at the slight tug you give. âYouâre my best friend.âÂ
âDonât worry about making things weird.â He whispers between kisses to the shell of your ear. âJust worry about what you want.â
He pulls away again, fox eyes staring into yours. âYouâre not gonna lose me, donât worry.â Your eyes search his for a second and you can feel your resolve breaking.Â
 âTouch me.â Your voice is barely above a whisper but he heard you, heâs just going to act like he didnât. âSay it again.â
âTouch me, Innie, please. I wanâ it.â His hand is slipping down the front of your shorts in an instant. Everything is back to being clumsy and rough, fast and desperate. He moans when the pads of his fingers run over your slick folds.
âNo panties, sweetie?â His eyes roll back and he bites at his bottom lip to try to control himself.Â
âIâm sorry, I canât do this.â He hooks his fingers into the side of your shorts and starts trying to work them down your thighs. âI need you, itâs driving me mad.âÂ
You lift up for him and when you come back down his lips are on yours. âYouâre driving me insane.â He whispers against your spit slick lips, his forehead is pressed to yours as his fingers roam your slippery cunt. He covers you in your own slick, dipping in and out of your folds and teasing your waiting hole.
âPlease, no teasing, I canât take it.â He rubs your clit, once then twice before slipping back down. âInnie, please Iâll be so good. Iâll be so good for you please just fuck me.âÂ
He pushes a finger into you slowly, taking in the soaked warmth that he caused. This is all because of him and his cock twitches at the thought. You moan and arch your back, your nails dig into his forearms as he moves. His rhythm is steady and unfamiliar, it makes your body sing in a way that no one else ever has.
âYouâre so tight, noona. So wet.â His eyes are glued to where his finger is disappearing inside of you. He adds another, pushing in slowly before taking his previous pace. âOh fuck, this is how it looks when you fuck yourself. When you take those toys and stuff your cunt. Shit, itâs so hot.â
Youâre grinding into his hand, meeting his fingers when they fill you to the knuckle. Your tongue is poked between your teeth in an attempt to keep yourself quiet but youâve already failed. Each thrust is met with a whining whimper that Jeongin eats up like candy.Â
âInnie, Innie, c-can you curl them please? Curl your fingers inside of - holy shit, yes yes yes.â He watches your eyes roll back as your orgasm builds and builds.Â
âDid you think of me?â His voice is thick with lust as he watches you. âWhen you made your last audio, did you think about me?â Youâre shaking your head before you can even filter the question. You admit it shamelessly as you chase your high thatâs dangling in front of you.
âYes, I did I did, I thought of you.â Your orgasm rushes up your legs and blurs your vision with one more stroke of his fingers but heâs pulling out before you can ride it out. You whimper at the loss but a gasp quickly follows when youâre filled with something thicker.
âI know.â He moans, bracing himself against the cabinet behind your head as he pushes into you. âYou said my name in the audio, you know that?â
He bottoms out with a groan, your cunt is spasming around him as your previous orgasm rips through you but you can already feel another one building as the first one subsides. His other hand settles at the nape of your neck and he pulls you in for a searing kiss.Â
You canât breathe being this full of him. With his tongue exploring your mouth and his cock stretching your walls. It feels like you're suffocating in the most delicious way. âShit, your pussy takes - takes me so well.â You can feel his control dissolving. Itâs evident in the way he pants against you and how his dark eyes droop lower and lower with each unsteady pull of his hips.
âI wanna take my time with you.â He whispers against your lips. âI wanna but I canât.â Heâs whining, moaning and cursing into the air as he drags against your walls. You canât even really hear him if youâre being honest. Between the sloppy sounds of your cunt being fucked, the rapid beating of your heart and ringing in your ears youâre completely clocked out. Utterly brain-dead.Â
âPlease, let me hear you. Please, I wanna know what you sound like when I fuck you.â Your voice shakes with a moan of his name as he switches his pace. His thrusts become faster and deeper, his breathing ragged, heâs doing his best to fuck you how heâs seen you fuck yourself. Heâs doing his best to ruin you the same way that he imagined every time that heâd jerk his cock to your content.
 âMore more more, please. Deeper, I wanâ it deeper.â His hands move to your thighs at your request and he pulls your ass to the very edge of the counter. He supports your legs on either side of him while you brace yourself against the side of the fridge.Â
He pushes into you until his pelvis is flush against you. Every single thick inch of him is buried inside of you. Your pussy swells around him, squeezing him so perfectly that he lets his head fall forward with a moan. The hand that isnât against the fridge balls the fabric of his shirt against his chest and slowly pulls it up until his torso is exposed to you.Â
âOh, fuck.â Your eyes snap shut once you feel him twitch inside of you. You let your hand run over his toned core, taking in every firm dip from under his fallen shirt. âMove, please. Please, Innie.â
ââM gonna cum if I move.â His voice is strained as he rummages for any last bit of self control but heâs lost it all. He pulls back slowly, swirling his hips to hit every spot that you could imagine and more. Your pussy clenches around him as he sinks back in and he nearly busts at the feeling.
âI can feel you in my fucking stomach.â Thatâs all that you had to say to break him. Thatâs all that you had to say to have him pushing deeper into you then pulling back with every intention of ruining you. The only sound that you can hear is skin against skin decorated by your harmonizing moans.
 His eyes are shut tight as he moves, heâs biting his tongue, trying his best not to whine and moan like he does into his hand while watching your videos. You on the other hand are loud. Youâre so fucked out and dazed that you can barely remember where you are. You couldnât answer the first question asked to you even if you tried, the only thing that you can think of right now is Jeongin. Everything is him. Him, him, him.
âInnie âm gonna cum, youâre gonna make me. Gonna make me cum, fuck fuck fuck.â You scratch into his abs, leaving pretty red marks for him to remember this moment. Your head falls back as you float in the feeling of being dumb with pleasure. His hips slam into you at their own accord and you just take it. You let him fuck you just how he wants, just how you need it.Â
âCum, please cum. You feel too good. sweetie. Gonna make me cum.â His thrusts become more frantic, his movements more erratic. Your body is trembling and your mind is blank. A familiar fuzziness takes over your vision as you lose control, you welcome it. You savor it and quietly beg for more. âCum on my cock, noona.â
Heâs begging and youâre complying. Your vision blurs with a hazy white, your breathing hitches, and your body trembles with pleasure. Youâre more than positive that your damn near screaming his name as he fucks you through what might be the most intense orgasm of your life. âThatâs it, Thank you for your cum. Thank you.âÂ
His fingers dig into your thighs as his thrusts become unpredictable. He canât take much more and he knows it. As much as he wanted to savor you he just canât help but to get lost in the way you feel. He can swear that you were made for him. âOh fuck, oh, fuck, Iâm cumming.â With one final thrust heâs pulling out and milking his cock of thick ropes of white that settle on your inner thigh and drips down to frame your glistening cunt.Â
He slumps forward, forehead resting against yours as you both pant hot and heavy satisfaction into the air. The silence is loud, almost louder than your pounding heart and racing thoughts as your eyes flutter open to meet Jeonginâs.
You stare at each other, itâs soft and almost comfortable but thereâs still this looming uneasiness in your chest that makes you feel like you made a big mistake. It makes you feel like you just lost something. âHere.â He speaks first, pulling back from you to reach for the water bottle that he had earlier.
âDrink this, please.â Heâs gentle as he opens the bottle and raises it to your lips. He tips your head back with a bent finger and turns the bottle up for you. âAre you okay?â
You swallow hard, panting for another second before you try nodding your head but you donât know what to tell him. âHey.â He grabs your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts for a second and calming you with his touch. âEverythingâs alright. We didnât ruin anything.âÂ
He smiles softly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that you canât help but melt into. Maybe heâs right. Maybe youâre just nervous to confront all of this, maybe youâre just scared to admit to yourself that you want him. You want him so badly and so much more.
He pulls back and you sigh, nodding your head with a whisper. âIâm okay.âÂ
âLet me clean you up and we can talk?â He starts fixing himself up and you canât help but to snort a laugh. âI feel like we did this in reverse order.â
He smiles as he moves over to the sink. âYeah, maybe.â The two of you laugh softly as he wets a couple of paper towels. Itâs quiet again. It's comfortable. Everything will be alright.
âYour bedroom is literally right down the hall, you couldnât fuck there?â Seungmin yells to the two of you and you freeze, Holy fuckaroni, you forgot that they were here.Â
âYou never even brought me my drink!â Jisung follows and Jeongin rolls his eyes and comes back over to you with the paper towels. Felix yells right after Jisung and you canât help but to break out into laughter with Jeongin as he cleans you up.Â
âAre you two not confused that they just fucked? Is it just me?.âÂ
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Another imagine before I dissapear again
Tw: slight yandere, stalking
Imagine you are a background character in the main plot of Twisted Wonderland. You hold no use in the story's progress, neither do you interact much with the main cast. You aren't aware of this at all, and continue to live your life as a regular student in Night Raven College.
Until a fascinating phenomenon happens that summons a magicless human from another world. Everyone gravitates towards them as they spend more and more time in Twisted Wonderland.
But who wouldn't be enamoured by their presence?
The magicless prefect of Ramshackle who is a denominator at every overblot? The magicless prefect of Ramshackle who melts down the walls of every stone cold housewarden (no Kalimâźď¸) of Night Raven? The magicless prefect of Ramshackle who fascinates and impresses you with each heroic act they do?
They're lively, strong, and dazzling.
Their name was a common topic in the bustling halls. Heckâ some students even became fanboys of the infamous prefect, gushing about them during breaks like a teenage schoolgirl.
You honestly thought you'd just be another nameless student in the crowd of people vying for their attention. After all, you had no involvement in whatever plot was happening currently.
And you were fine with that.
With the shit they've gone through, you'd rather not get involved with any of the things they do daily. Plus, the people they interacted with either scared you to death or just annoying and loud students that you'd rather rip your ears off than listen to them yap.
Until, you've did something that redirected the entire plot entirely.
You strolled through the halls of NRC at an ungodly hour. You couldn't sleep, and franklyâ just didn't want to be in the presence of other dorm mates sleeping.
You'd didn't expect anyone to be awake at this time. After all, a test was being held early in the morning. You were confident you could wake up in time for that though.
As you walked calmly through the silent halls, yu noticed a figure standing next to a window. You hoped it wasn't a teacher or anything. Getting caught sneaking out wouldnt look good on your record.
You opted to just sneak behind them quietly. Not like you were being loud anyway.
While you did so, you just happened to notice how familiar the figure appeared. So eerily familiar to that infamous prefect you've grown to admire so fondly...
*Thud*
FUCK.
You weren't paying attention to whre you were walking and tripped on practically nothing. The figure turned around, alarmed and frightened. The original alarmed expression now transitioned into confusion at the display of your pathetic state.
"W-who are you?"
Every living thing dies once in a lifetime,
You died two times in your lifetime.
Awkwardly, you attempted to stand up without looking even more like a moron. "Just another student... Strolling around.."
"And what are you doing here.?" They asked.
"Well,.. I didn't really feel like sleeping right now." The prefect nodded in response, they didn't seem intent on responding with anything else.
"What are you doing here?" You asked suddenly.
The prefect looked up at you at that, making eye contact. "I... Everything..." They kept opening their mouth and closing it. They looked so vulnerable and timid that you doubted that this was the prefect that assisted in every overblot.
"It's just so..." Tears streaked down their eyes.
Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around them and engulfed them in a big hug. Hoping that the warmth that you can provide would be enough to clear the tears.
"I just w-wanna go home... I dont w-wanna be here anymore." They sobbed, pulling you closer.
That night, you comforted the sobbing prefect and woke up with five minutes left to get ready for the test.
You're not sure if that's what stared it, but the prefect has been gravitating towards you a lot. They sat in the same lunch table as you, they strayed away from her friends more often (with only grim as a companion), walked to classes with you, and even invited you to their ever growing friend group.
Past you would've relished in the attention being showered on you personally by the prefect, but...
Everywhere you went with Yuu (they told you to call them that) was followed by a lingering feeling of multiple pairs of eyes that bore into your skin. You hated it. And that feeling only began to increase whenever you were alone.
There was one time that you escorted Yuu home, and they hugged you as a thanks. A loud thunder rang through the entire campus the second it occured. You slipped out of their grasp and scurried away immediately.
You forgot to mention but..
Yuu radiated a dazzling and alluring aura that everyone was attracted to. Whatever they felt towards Yuu was not your business, but those people they interact with always made it clear they wanted Yuu. It disturbed you in a way. They seemed so dazzled and the way they wanted to be in their presence 24/7 was borderline creepy and obsessive.
One thing you learned about Yuu was that they noticed it too. They were exhausted from keeping up the facade that they had on. And basicallyâ exhausted from the guys that lurked wherever they went. They confessed that they felt disturbed by how erratic their behaviour was around them, but they were too frightened to say anything that might cause them to react suddenly.
You couldn't bring yourself to confess how you felt the same about them.
Those creepy ass leech twins with their menacing grins.
That rule-obssesed maniac that stopped you in a hallway and demanded you stay away from Yuu. (Rule 636? 352? Who even cares anymore?)
Some advanced machinery that circled the garden you were trying to rest in.
You swore you were nothing more than a side character in the story of theirs. You swore that if did get involved with Yuu, it wouldn't even have a lasting impact.
Now as Yuu gushed about how the boys seemed to have lessened their weird behaviour and began to act normal. You couldn't help but feel the curse that was placed over Yuu, was now transferred over to you.
You know you couldn't be alone from this point onward.
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