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đđđđđđđđ : Â Â alternative universe - modern, ghostface!vi, dom!vi, dubious consent (reader is slightly drunk), haunted house and scare actors, knife play (reader rides the knife), strap use, bottom!reader, dom!reader, light coercion, rough sex, consensual non-consent
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đđđđđ :   these are fucking headcanons. i repeat, headcanons. genuinely was supposed to be writing something short and it's the same length of my usual fics. anyway i was inspired by a scene from one of my fave books called lights out by navessa allen too   [ read on ao3 ]
[ divider credits: 1, 2, 3 ] Â Â [ resources for palestine ]
Scare Actor Vi who sees you around the park, shrieking with your friends as some of the free-roaming actors simply appear from behind you, the butcher sharpening his knives against each other making you and your friend jump into each other's arms and scurry away. Youâve got one of the orange bands on your wrist, neon enough that in the blacklight of the haunted house will still light it up for the actors to see. Your friends all wore similar ones, with varying colours of the traffic light system the company had implemented to let the actors know customers' comfort levels. With an orange band, you were letting them know that you could get scared easier than the one or two friends you have sporting green bands, but werenât at risk of a panic attack or potential emergency situation like your friend in the red band currently trying to hold back tears after walking by the creepy doll currently following your group behind. Vi has to bite back her laughter behind her mask, just in case any customers notice her and hear the noise, because that creepy doll is her sister Powder â or Jinx as sheâs been calling herself as the doll â and she seems to gleaming with delight at the reactions sheâs getting from your group.
You wouldnât say you were frightened by these things, after all if you were you simply wouldnât have come. You prefer a slasher movie over a traditional horror, so the revving of a chainsaw simply brings a shriek of laughter past your lips instead of a scream but you still find yourself falling for the jumpscares, clutching your friends upon instinct before falling into a fit of giggles. Or, when one of your more easily frightened friends arms is the one you fall into, scurrying off out of the scare actors clutches. And, not that youâd admit it to any of your friends, secretly you found yourself getting turned on by the danger and fear these kind of movies and attractions created. It wasnât uncommon, plenty of women had kinks for masked men and women, some books even dedicated to getting fucked by a masked killer or murderous creature (and you totally donât have a kindle library full of books like this). It had seemed like a waste not to come when the attraction had popped up and announced they would be opening two weeks before Halloween and, with some convincing from your other friends, youâd bought a ticket. Youâd scanned their website beforehand, comforted by the safety regulations and efforts their team went to so they could ensure customer comfort â but that didnât stop you (and your friends) stopping by the make-shift bar to swallow down some liquid courage⌠Or three before finally making your way to the line for the main attraction: the murder house.
Two of your friends ditch the line before youâre even halfway through it, three donât even line up for it â were already self aware at that point that they werenât built for it â but by the time what remains of your group is at the front of the line, youâre partially regretting not ditching sooner. Itâs not that youâre chicken, itâs that with the alcohol buzzing in your veins, your heart racing in anticipation and the recollection that this is literally designed for you to be chased like this is a life or death situation, youâre probably not in the position you would have been before the âliquid courageâ. But still you listen as the guy gives you the explanation of what will happen, just in case you guys werenât aware. A group goes in, a five minute headstart per group, chased around by multiple killers, picked off one-by-one, if somebody survives you get final girl or final boy sashes, or simply the last survivor if preferred. Actors are allowed to touch, grab to remove, etc but once âkilledâ you are simply taken to one of the back tunnels and brought to the exit. Confirmation that no abuse, harm or injury will occur during the game. You suppose itâs something heâs contractually obligated to do, perhaps to ensure the company doesnât get sued for not disclosing everything â now youâre wondering if anyone has ever sued one of these places⌠Your eyes wander off, unfocused as you imagine that case and how it may fare going to trial â only for your eyes to focus back in on one of the windows at the entrance of the murder house, to a cloaked figure with a ghostface mask staring blankly in your direction. Unconsciously you draw your bottom lip between your teeth, thighs shifting to relieve the ache that follows as your cunt starts to throb at the thought of getting fucked by the one behind the mask. You drop your gaze, trying to shake the thoughts out of your head (very much aware youâre surrounded by your friends) and focusing your attention back on the guy and nodding when you notice your friends doing so.Â
Thereâs a sense of unease over you the further you move through the house, the group's collective movements clumsy from the tipsy nature of the remaining five of you but otherwise an eerie silence. You had come in with confidence, well prepared for the jumpscare from the ill-hidden ghostface â only nothing had happened yet, and the further you move through the house the more uneasy you feel. The floorboards creek under each step you all take, each of you clutching onto someone. Youâre trying to see where it is youâre walking into, but even with the blacklight in parts, itâs too dark to get a real idea of the layout.
Two of your friends are âkilledâ by the Butcher in what you now realise was the kitchen, one thrown down a chute that makes meat grinder noises after and the other thrown over his shoulder and taken to the meat locker behind the curtain. The three of you remaining have no shame about sprinting out of there as fast as you can and when you manage to make it to the upstairs, realising it splits to three possible exit routes you all do the one thing you curse movie characters for doing: you split up.
The blood curdling scream one of your friends lets out gives you the sick sort of relief that you chose a good path, the silence from another keeps the nerves rattling through your system that you havenât. Youâre not entirely sure how the hell the layout of this murder house works, are you supposed to make your way back downstairs somehow? Is there a secondary staircase â like the layout in Thatâs so Raven? No- No! Now is not the time to get distracted thinking about childhood tv shows. You make your way to what looks like a typical teenage girls bedroom, the lights killed except for a singular lamp at the far end of the bedroom illuminating an old home phone. You grit your teeth, waiting for the inevitable shrill ring of the phone but you still almost jump out of your skin when it does. You laugh shakily, more so at yourself for still reacting even when you knew it was coming and grab the phone to âanswerâ
You assume itâs an automated message, something they play for all visitors to ensure everything moves quickly but your breath catches when you hear your name from the receiver. Itâs spoken through a voice changer and your eyes light up in recognition, Ghostface. The actor youâd seen through the windows earlier, who youâd anticipated earlier in the game â this must be their assigned room. You hear your name called again teasingly, trying to regain your attention. âThat is your name, right? I just want to make sure I know who it is Iâm looking atâ Such a cliche line, ripped from the movie and yet you gasp in surprise when you feel a body pressed to your back, a blade coming up to your throat. The phone falls from your hand, bouncing on the carpeted floor of the bedroom set as a hand comes up to your waist to hold you firm against Ghostfacesâ body. You shiver at the hard press of something firm at their crotch, the thought of it turning you on more than the fear had done before. You crane your head to the side, feeling both a sinking sensation that youâre about to lose the game â be âkilledâ off â and the unmistakable sensation of your pussy dripping so much arousal that youâre sure you can feel your underwear soaked, flush to your cunt. You murmur a soft, broken please â for what, youâre not sure; for the âkillerâ to spare you, for them to fuck you? A shaky breath falls from your slightly agape mouth again as their hips grind against your ass, the ever present hard length pushing against you. âHow about I let you live⌠If you do something for meâ
Distantly youâre aware that, at any time, someone can walk in and find you⌠like this. Theyâd pulled you into one of the back rooms, some cold hallway and then another room, it was bare apart from some throw blankets and a couch but it had hardly mattered when youâd ended up with your pants shoved down, ass up and exposed while they played with your arousal, toying with your pussy almost as if torturing you.
You feel shame heating your cheeks when their knife, which youâre beginning to think isnât as fake as youâd believed, is stabbed into the couch cushion and the familiar voice orders you to ride it. âDonât get shy, slut. I saw how your cunt started dripping.â They say, hands coming to your hips to guide you down to ride the thick handle. It's hard, the plastic sinking into your tight heat with minimal issue and itâs stabbed into the couch far enough that you donât have to worry about the blade being inside of you â but youâre still comforted by the other person's hand at the base making sure you donât accidentally pull it out.
The knife is soaked by the time Ghostface decides enough is enough, a hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and ordering you to stop. Carefully youâre made to clean it up, lips wrapping around the handle and tongue laving at the taste of yourself. For each whimper, each moan that you let out around it, you can feel them rocking their hips and grinding their cock against your wet pussy hard. Itâs a tease, the plastic head nudging your poor, oversensitive clit and every time you beg for them to just âDo it, fuck me, fuckmefuckmeâ please, jusâput it insideâ you get a spank or a pinch, sometimes both, to your clit. âDemanding and yetââ the knife is brandished to your throat again and you donât even notice itâs the blunt side of the blade, just needy whimpering and moans filling the air. âIâm the one in control.â
âIf I want to fuckââ A ragged noise rips from your mouth, the strap sinking deep inside of you with one solid thrust and taking you by by such a surprise that you swear you almost cum right on the spot. âThis tight pussy,â Another hard thrust, pushing you chest first into the back of the sofa, the cushions muffling your garbled slurring.âthen Iâll fuck it.â
Getting fucked so roughly, pussy split by the onyx black strap beneath the costume that all you can really do is take it. The inside of your thighs growing tacky with your dripping arousal as it thrusts deep and fast inside of your cunt, so tight that they growl in your ear about how theyâll have to find you again and keep fucking you until youâre fucked open perfectly by them. Every slap of your pussy, your tits, squeeze of your throat has you getting closer and closer to your orgasm which has you squirming in an attempt to get off their cock. Are you still playing like you donât want it, or that you donât want to cum yet?
Wrapping their arms around you, keeping you still and fucking up into you until youâre cumming all over their cock, your moans echoing around the room. Youâre lucky the âbackstageâ area is soundproofed or the other guests would have heard you.Â
You leave about ten minutes later, looking a bit more presentable and snuck back into the room Ghostface inhabits as promised. Somehow itâs not questioned how or why you disappeared for 20 minutes but when you do make it to the exit, you donât say a word as the final girl sash is placed over your head and across your body. Itâs your secret, the workers and your friends donât need to know you earnt it by whoring yourself out to one of the scare actors. And when your friends decide an hour or two later, after an absurd amount of carnival-like food and drinks, that itâs time to go home you wave off the offer for a ride home and tell them youâve got other plans.
Vi gets off work twenty minutes later, a rogue-ish grin on her lips as she sees you sitting on one of the picnic benches in the assigned food vendor area. Sheâs got her work bag thrown over her arm, uniform and mask tossed in there ready for the next day as she climbs over the bench to sit next to you. Itâs with practiced ease that she pulls you in for an easy kiss, which you happily respond to with a grin. Thereâs still enough people around that she stops after a moment or two, not deepening it or moving further.
âThanks for waiting for me, baby. Did you have a good time?â She asks, but you can hear the underlying question your girlfriend doesnât want to ask out loud â not here at least.
âYeah, Vi. I had the best time. Think we might do it againâ
Word Count: 467
Content/Warnings: dacryphilia (reader cries), top!vi, bottom!reader, gn! reader (no pronouns used), reader has female anatomy, strap sex, rough sex, aftercare, vi is a sweetie, reader is a sweetie, we're all kinky sweeties
A/N: yay! day 2! this one is actually drabble-sized, but i'm still really happy with how it turned out and hope you guys like it, too!
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Your hips are high in the air. Your hair is sticking to your forehead, your cheek, the nape of your neck. Your hands are gripping the soft cotton sheets below you like they're your lifeline.
And Vi?
She's unrelenting. Hips slamming into your own, hand splayed in between your shoulder blades and pressing you further into the mattress, strap kissing your cervix with every punishing thrust.
She really doesn't mean to be so rough⌠but when you look like that? Sound like that? She just can't help herself.
You whine against your pillow, grip the sheets until your knuckles grow paler, and-
"Oh, fuck."
You're not suprised by Vi's desperate exclamation.
Once those pretty tears start trailing down your face, she goes fucking feral.
Don't be mistaken- the first time Vi fucked you to tears, she was mortified. Thought she'd done something wrong, taken something too far or that she'd hurt you.
But after spending about half an hour in your arms and receiving plentiful forehead kisses, you were able to ease her worries, assuring her that your tears didn't mean you weren't enjoying yourself.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
And the next time it happened- the next time you burst into tears, nails digging into her shoulders and a myriad of yes's and please's spilling from your lips- she didn't know what to do with herself.
She loves it.
Seeing you fall apart. Knowing that it's her doing.
"Let me see your face," she coos, flipping you onto your back; and when she slides back in, slow, deep, a choked sob escapes you.
"That's right⌠let it out, baby. So fuckin' pretty like thisâŚ"
She kisses your wet cheeks, tender and sweet; the opposite of the way she's plunging into you right now.
Each thrust only makes you mewl louder, pant faster, cry harder.
Her eyes are glued to your face, brows furrowed, jaw slack.
"Fuck," she rasps, "you're gonna make me come."
An unexpected chuckle escapes you, because, you're going to make her come?
You're seconds away from it yourself, so you reach down to rub tight circles onto your swollen clit, waiting with bated breath and holding out the best you can until you feel her hips tense and stutter. When they do, you let yourself go, too, until the two of you are left boneless and breathless.
Vi loves fucking you to tears, but she may like this part, more. The part where she kisses them away and tells you how good you did, and you scratch her scalp and tell her the same.
The part where you both come down, where you're both in each other's arms- warm, and loved, and safe- reveling in the privilege of being each other's undoing.
cw: +18, sfw + nsfw, mild bondage, sweat, power play, dom!vi, mean praise, boxing context, daddy kink, f/afab reader.
Űśŕ§ vi who comes home from the ring with her knuckles raw, black hair sticking to her temples, blood still drying on her lip. youâre waiting at the door and she grins wide, teeth pink with copper, like she just won the world. she drops her gloves and scoops you up off the ground, spinning you around like youâre her real prize.
Űśŕ§ vi who eats like sheâs still in the pit, scarfing down food with her legs spread wide, tank top sticking to her chest. she smacks your ass if you donât sit next to her fast enough, pulling you into her lap so youâre sharing her plate like itâs the only way sheâll eat.
Űśŕ§ vi who canât stop shadowboxing around the flat, fists flying even while youâre talking. sheâll press a kiss to your forehead between jabs, laugh rough and tell you sheâs training for both of you, âso nothinâ fuckinâ touches my girl, got it?â
Űśŕ§ vi who fixes your busted door hinge or leaky sink herself, sweat staining her shirt, wiping her hands on her thighs before kissing you like she just came home from war.
Űśŕ§ vi who drags you into the locker room after a fight, still buzzing from the win, drops to her knees and eats your pussy right there, calloused fingers tugging your shorts down. âfuck, lemme taste what iâm fightinâ for.â her tongue is brutal, messy, making you grip her damp hair while she groans into your cunt.
Űśŕ§ vi who fucks you in her handwraps, knuckles pressing into your throat while she fucks her strap into you. âlook at you takinâ it, sweetheart. takinâ it like you fuckinâ belong on my cock.â sweat drips onto your tits while she pounds into you deep and fast.
Űśŕ§ vi who makes you straddle her thigh while she watches tape of her fights. she doesnât even look at you, just bounces her leg until youâre grinding shamelessly, whimpering, and then she finally turns her head with a smirk, âyeah, get yourself off, baby. daddyâs busy.â
Űśŕ§ vi who comes home wired after a brawl and bends you over the kitchen counter, fucking you with her strap still in the harness from earlier. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room as it mingles with the dirty sound of her chuckle, âfuck, you sound better than the crowd cheerinâ my name.â
Űśŕ§ vi who ties your wrists with her handwraps, knots tight and unyielding, while she makes you ride her cock. she leans back, arms behind her head, sweat slicking her abs and just watches you struggle. âgo on then, baby. show me you can take it. prove youâre mine.â
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cw: +18, praising kink, strap-fuck, f/afab reader, daddy vi
Űśŕ§ vi loves sitting back with her hands behind her head, watching you bounce on her strap like youâre starved for it. âfuck, look at you, sweetheart. takinâ my cock so well. makinâ me proud, ridinâ daddyâs dick like you were fuckinâ made for it.â
Űśŕ§ sheâs got no patience for you slowing down. big bandaged hands grab your waist and slam you down harder, grinning when you yelp. âthere it is, sweetheart. whine for me all you want, but your pussyâs squeezinâ like itâs begginâ for more. greedy little cunt canât get enough, huh?â
Űśŕ§ viâs big into praising, but don't mistake it for lovey dovey fucking. she spits the words between growls, rough but hoarse. âmmmph, thatâs it, baby. cream all over my cock, show me youâre my good girl. fuck, bet you're so tight around me, squeezinâ like you donât ever wanna let go.â
Űśŕ§ pervy nasty woman that loves when you look up at her with tears in your eyes, still grinding down against her cock. âgoddamn baby, youâre so pretty like this. all messy, fucked out, desperate. makes me wanna ruin ya just so i can put ya all back together after. you like beinâ daddy's good little slut, donât you?â
Űśŕ§ vi doesnât stop at one orgasm. she fucks you through it, praising every shiver and mewl she yanks out of you. âthatâs it, cum for me, baby. cum on daddyâs cock again, iâll keep fillinâ that pussy till you canât walk. good fuckinâ girl, givinâ me everything i want.â
vi is sooo the type to unintentionally overstimulate you. itâs really not her fault the taste of you on her tongue is so addictive! or the way you squeeze her fingers that make her keep going, youâre just begging for more. And, could you possibly deny her when she looks up at you with those damned puppy eyes.
vi is only trying to make her pretty girl feel good! You canât blame her for getting carried away..
ŕ¨ŕ§ â§âË â Imagine vi fucking you doggystyle with a strap
Warnings â ď¸: vi x fem reader, wlw, smut, strap play, doggystyle, degradation, dom!vi, pet names.
Your cheek slams against the mattress as Vi forces you down, one rough hand pressing between your shoulder blades.
"Stay the fuck down," she growls, her voice thick with lust and authority.
A sharp slap on your ass, the sting spreading heat through your skin. You barely have time to moan before she grips your hips, yanking you back onto her strap. The stretch is immediate, burning, and perfect.
"That's it," Vi grunts, pulling out just enough before slamming back in, forcing a cry from your lips. "You wanted this, didn't you? Fuckin' dripping for me."
Her pace is brutal from the start, no teasing, and no patience. Just the sound of skin slapping against skin, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust.
"God, you're such a fuckin' mess," she hisses, fingers digging into your waist. "Taking me so damn good."
You try to push back against her, desperate for more, but she tightens her grip, keeping you exactly where she wants.
"You're not in charge here," Vi chuckles, voice dark with amusement. "You're just my needy little thing, aren't you?"
And when you moan in response, too wrecked to form words, she only fucks you harder.
Vi let out a low chuckle, her grip tightening as she slams into you, setting a relentless pace that has you gasping for air. The force of her thrusts send jolts of pleasure through your body, your fingers gripping the sheets as she keeps you exactly where she wants you.
"Fuckin' knew you'd take it like this," she growls, voice dripping with cocky satisfaction. "Look at you- so desperate, so fuckin' needy."
Another sharp slap lands on your ass, making you jolt. The sting only adds to the heat pooling in your core, and Vi knows it. She grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head up so she can hear every little sound spilling from your lips.
"What's the matter, sweetheart?" she taunts, leaning over you, her breath hot against your ear. "Too dumb to talk now? Thought you had more fight in you."
You whimper, body trembling as she ruts into you harder, deeper. The sheer force of her hips rocking into yours has you seeing stars, every nerve ending in your body burning with pleasure.
"That's what I thought," she chuckles, her voice thick with dominance. "Just my little fucktoy, huh? Taking everything I give you."
Her hand snakes around your throat, not squeezingâjust holding, just a reminder of whoâs in control. You let out a broken moan, back arching as the pressure of her strap against that perfect spot inside you sends you spiraling.
Viâs grip tightens as she feels you clenching around her. "Oh, you gonna cum for me already?" she mocks, but thereâs a dark satisfaction in her tone. "Go on, then. Make a fuckinâ mess on my cock."
And when you do, your whole body shaking as pleasure crashes over you, Vi only growls and keeps fucking you through it. "Thatâs my girl," she purrs, dragging her teeth over the shell of your ear. "But weâre not done yet."
She pulls back, smirking as she watches you struggle to hold yourself up, your legs trembling beneath you. But Vi doesnât give you a chance to recoverâshe grabs your hips and starts again, rough, unrelenting.
"You wanted this," she reminds you, her voice husky dripping with power. "So now youâre gonna take every. Fucking. Inch."
Vi doesnât slow down. If anything, she picks up the pace, fucking into you with bruising force, her grip on your hips keeping you from squirming away. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with your moans and the low, satisfied growls from Viâs throat.
"Look at you," she taunts, voice thick with amusement and hunger. "Fuckin' wrecked already, and Iâm not even close to done with you."
Your arms tremble, barely holding you up, but Vi doesnât care. Sheâs focused on the way you tighten around her with every thrust, how you gasp and whimper like you were made to take her.
"Didn't I tell you to stay down?" she snaps, landing another sharp slap to your ass. "Or do I need to tie you up to keep you still?"
You moan at the threat, body reacting before you can even think. Vi laughs darkly, dragging her nails down your back before gripping your waist again, her fingers sure to leave bruises by morning.
"Fuck, youâre loving this, arenât you?" she purrs, leaning over you, pressing her chest against your back as she rolls her hips. "So desperate for me to ruin you."
You whimper something incoherent, and Vi smirks, pulling your head back by your hair. "Use your words, sweetheart."
"Y-yes," you gasp, voice shaking. "I love itâplease, Viâ"
"Please, what?" she interrupts, tone mockingly sweet. "Want me to go harder? Deeper? Want me to fuck you until you canât even stand?"
You nod frantically, your body already on the verge of another climax. But Vi isnât satisfied yet. She releases your hair, shoving your face back down against the mattress.
"Pathetic," she mutters, slamming into you so hard you swear you can feel her in your stomach. "Youâre so fuckin' easy for me. Just a needy little slut, arenât you?"
Her words send another rush of heat through you, and she notices immediately.
"Yeah? You like being my little fucktoy?" she chuckles, her voice husky with arousal. "Taking everything I give you, just like you should."
She reaches around, her fingers finding your swollen, aching clit. The second she touches you, your body jolts, already too sensitive, too overstimulated.
"ViâI can'tâ" you sob, thighs trembling.
"Oh, you can," she growls, rubbing tight circles against your clit as she continues pounding into you. "And you will. Youâre gonna cum for me again, and you're gonna take it like a good girl."
The pleasure is unbearable, white-hot, and all-consuming. Youâre gasping, moaning, unable to do anything, but let Vi take exactly what she wants from you.
"Come on, sweetheart," she coaxes, her free hand gripping your throat as she fucks you through it. "Give it to me."
And when you doâwhen your whole body shakes, when your moans turn into broken cries, when you tighten around her so hard she groansâyou know youâre completely at her mercy.
Vi doesnât stop. Doesnât let up. Doesnât slow down.
"You thought I was done?" she chuckles darkly, her breath hot against your ear. "Oh, sweetheart⌠Iâm just getting started."
â。𦹠so take it like a taker 'cause, baby, I'm a giver. | farmer!ellie williams headcannons part II.
ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸she doesnât ask, she tells you how badly she needs you. ď¸ ď¸ ď¸| ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ ď¸ellie williams. ପ(ŕšâ˘á´â˘ŕš)ଠâĄ
part I.
warnings: 18+ content, farmer!ellie au, oral (f receiving), strap-on use, praise kink, possessive!ellie, cockdrunk reader, overstimulation, cnc, light bdsm themes, breeding kink, spit mention, semi-public sex, period sex mention, filthy romanticism once again ellie is feral.
heath's note: canât believe how well the first part was received, especially since theyâre just some silly headcanons. Iâm so excited for this one, and I really hope you all enjoy it. You guys are like a hug to my soul, and this is my only way of showing my gratitude for all the support youâve given me.
farmer!ellie who fucks you like sheâs been starving for weeks. Comes home covered in dirt and sweat, doesn't even take her boots off â just pulls you into her lap on the porch swing and starts grinding you down on her thigh. Grunting into your neck, "thinkin' about this all fuckinâ'day. Couldn't even finish work, baby, so needed to be inside you".
farmer!ellie who talks to your pussy, but not like a joke, like a reverent little prayer. Spreads you open with her thumbs and mutters things like "you're so pretty, fuck, so fuckin' wet for me. Look at her beggin'". Then kisses it like she means it, spits, licks it back up, makes you sob her name into the sheets.
her strap is heavy and personal. Worn leather, a little faded, the kind that says "I don't just use this. I own you with this", she always grinds into you slow first â just to feel you pulse, and says âyou wanna take all of me, huh? My good fucking girl's gonna take it so deep".
farmer!ellie who marks you every time, not to show off and not for anyone else, just so she knows you're hers. Hickeys where no one can see, bite marks on your thighs, finger-shaped bruises on your hips, she runs her thumb over them after and says softly, "so fuckin' perfect all marked up for me".
farmer!ellie who makes you ride her until your legs give out. On the old armchair in the living room, cock buried deep, hands gripping your waist, and when you get tired, she doesnât stop â just holds you still and starts thrusting up into you. "You're not tappin' out now, baby. I ain't even close".
farmer!ellie who eats you until you cry. LITERALLY, makes you come once with her fingers, then goes down on you again, then again and again. You're shaking, begging her to stop, voice cracking but she just presses her mouth harder and whispers, "that's it. Give it all to me, baby. Every drop fucking slut".
farmer!ellie when she misses you, she jerks off with your panties in her mouth, the dirty pair you left on the bathroom floor, she doesn't care, she'll rub her clit raw with your scent flooding her nose and come moaning your name, thighs twitching, 'fuckfuckfuck â mine. You're mine".
she dreams about getting you pregnant. Late-night pillow talk turns filthy â Ellie's hand between your legs, voice low and shaking "wanna fuck a baby into you, watch you swell up just fill you every night 'til it sticks" you just clench around her fingers every time she says it.
farmer!ellie who loves when you're cockdrunk, lossy-eyed, mouth open, moaning her name like it's the only word you know. She grabs your chin, forces you to look at her while she's fucking you and says, "you look so stupid for it. Fuckin' dumb on my cock, huh?"
but sheâs always gentle after, no matter how rough it got, no matter how many times she made you come. She wraps you in a blanket, kisses your forehead, and whispers, "you're so good to me, my sweet girl, my whole fuckin' world".
farmer!ellie who still has your slick on her thighs when she's chopping tomatoes. Won't even wash it off, just stands there in her tank top and boxers, face flushed from earlier, smirking every time she sees you limping around the kitchen. "Don't look at me like that, baby, you asked for it", but she wants you to look, wants you blushing, wants you sore.
farmer!ellie who fucks you again while dinner simmers. Bent over the sink this time â one hand pushing your back down, the other gripping your waist while she fucks you slow with her fingers, sauce bubbling behind her and your moans echoing against the window "keep your legs open, I wanna watch how wet you still are".
farmer!ellie who makes you eat dinner in her lap. After, legs spread, still trembling, panties off, and her strap's still on under the table, she just feeds you with her fingers â warm cornbread, roasted garlic, little slices of tomato and says, "look at you, sittin' on my cock like a good girl, yeah, that's it".
farmer!ellie who doesn't let you come again. Not yet, she knows you want it, sees your hips twitch, your breath catch and she just kisses your temple, rubs your inner thigh and says, "later, baby. You're gonna beg for it. And I wanna hear every fuckinâ second of it".
the aftercare is brutal in the best way, she runs you a bath, lights that candle you like, washes your hair while your legs float open, kisses every bite mark she left and then sits behind you and mutters into your ear, "nobody's ever gonna touch you but me. You hear that? Not ever".
farmer!ellie who puts you to bed in her flannel shirt, no panties. Just soft skin against old cotton, her scent all over you and when you roll over to sleep, she whispers, "I made this whole damn life just to fuck you in peace". And she means it.
she jerks off while you sleep, softly and quietly. Watching your naked body stretched across her sheets, her cum still dripping from your thigh, she bites her hand to muffle her moans, cleans you with her fingers and misses your spine when sheâs done.
you wake up to her between your thighs. Again, tongue lazy, patient, hands gentle, she's already hard under her boxers, hips grinding into the mattress while she eats you like itâs breakfast â you moan her name and she says, "good morning, baby. Think we should stay in today".
farmer!ellie who asks you to sit on her face after coffee â like it's casual, like she didn't just wreck you three times already, spreads her arms across the bed and smiles: "come on use me, I'll breathe when you let me".
and she always ends with the same thing. Wrapped around you, bare skin on bare skin, lips against your ear and heroice low and steady: "you're mine, you know that, right? You're fuckin' mine". Ellie never sleeps without a leg between yours, even if sheâs dead tired, even if her arms ache she has to be touching you. "In case you ever try to leave me in the middle of the night, baby. I'll catch you first".
farmer!ellie who starts leaving notes for you. Written in messy handwriting, dirt-stained edges, tucked in your underwear drawer, and it's stuff like "you look fuckin' cute when you beg" and "next time, I'm gonna make you scream loud enough to scare the horses".
farmer!ellie who once, she makes you come while she's milking the goat, you're in her lap, straddling her thigh, and she's got one hand between your legs, the other still holding the bucket. "Go ahead, pretty girl make a mess, I'll clean it up for you later".
farmer!ellie who carves your initials into the barn wall. Right next to hers, just small, behind the feed sacks, doesn't tell you about it until you find it, she just shrugs, lips twitching. "Wanted you there. Even when youâre not".
farmer!ellie who makes you squirt. Accidentally at first â fingers curled just right, your body spasming, but after that? It becomes a challenge, "c'mon, baby be sweet for me, wanna see you gush again, soak the sheets. Wanna drown in it".
she comes inside her boxers just from watching you ride her, doesn't touch herself just hands on your hips, mouth hanging open while you fuck her deep, your hands on her chest and when she comes, she groans through her teeth like it hurts. Says, "you ruin me, girl, fuckin' ruin me".
farmer!ellie who starts calling you her wife in public and d doesn't correct it "my wife makes the best jam in town", sheâll say with her arm around your waist and desn't even blink just watches you blush and presses a kiss to your cheek.
farmer!ellie who fucks you on the tractor, the engine still hot, makes you bend over the seat, panties around your ankles, her strap already slick from round one "sun's goin' down, let's see if we can make you come before it disappears". She lets you ride her backwards. Knees on either side of her hips, her hands gripping your ass, whispering "fuck, baby, look at this mess, dripping all over me, you wanna make me lose it, huh?"
ellie's favorite position is you on your stomach, laid out, completely still, letting her take what she wants "just relax, sweetheart. I'll do the work, let me fuck this pretty little body the way you need".
you once asked her how many girls sheâd been with and she just looked at you, smiled all soft and smug, and said: "none like you, none worth rememberin'".
farmer!ellie who records your moans with her phone on the nightstand and doesn't post them, doesnât even show you unless you ask but when she's out in the field and misses you? She listens over and over.
farmer!ellie who comes home one day with a gold ring in her pocket but doesn't ask yet, just kisses your hand. Wears it around her neck on a chain until the moment feels right.
farmer!ellie who fucks you against the pantry door â mid-conversation, you were arguing about the chickens, and she just snapped â pushed you back, yanked down your shorts, and growled, "gonna remind you who you belong to, sweetheart".
ellie gets really into breeding talk. Doesn't even try to play it off anymore, holds you down, whispers "wanna knock you up, baby. Fill you up every night. Stuff you 'til I see my cum leaking down your thighs".
farmer!ellie who buys a pair of handcuffs. Old, slightly rusted, found at a yard sale, she cleans them up and fastens you to the bedposts just to hear you whimper. "So helpless, so sweet, what should I do with you first?"
farmer!ellie who doesn't let you come unless you say "please". Not "please, Ellie". Not "please, baby". She makes you say it like you mean it. On your knees, ryes glassy and voice breaking. "Say it again, louder. Let me hear how bad you need it".
farmer!ellie who started leaving bruises in your name. The first time, she bit it into your thigh â slow and deep until it bloomed purple, you cried and she kissed your tears "youâre mine, alll of you. Always'.
she builds you a second room in the barn. Just for you two, a mattress on the hay, soft light, hooks on the walls for ropes, cuffs, anything you want. "Thought we needed a spot where I could ruin you proper, somewhere sacred".
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pitfighter vi who promises reader just the tip and then gives her the whole strapđŤśđŤśđŤś
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vi making you take the whole strap
WARNINGS: NONCON! Dead Dove Do Not Eat, virginity loss, coercion, dacryphilia, spit play, implied corruption kink, bulging, be safe, heed warnings!
from roselĂ. ᥣđŠ : i am so in love with this idea omg omg omgâ this was supposed to be a drabble and then i got carried away, so the ending is abrupt. ^^
Vi would just be going against her better judgment here, like she usually does about⌠everything.
"...Are you sure this is what you want, baby?"
Sheâd asked gently as she leaned down and whispered into your ear, her breath warm as it hit your skin. Vi's hands moved up and down your sides slowly, her body pressed against yours. She let out a something like a huff of a laugh through her nose at your whispered, âYes⌠Butâ you remember our promise, right?â It was something about that, that made you think, maybe you shouldâve known better.
She promised a few nights ago that she would indulge your request of losing your virginity. She was close, trustedâ youâd had no problem confessing it to her and sheâd made you feel comfortable and safe in her presence. You didnât want to lose it to just anybody, but you wanted to have the experience. âJust the tip.â Sheâd initially meant it as a joke. Just a lighthearted statement to loosen you up a bit, but she was taken aback when youâd eagarly nodded in agreement, holding her to that statement.
Vi chuckled lowly at you, your nervousness and anticipation was so cute and endearing. She leaned down, her body hovering over yours, her mass pressing you to the matress. She could feel your heart beating fast, it was exciting. She took a moment to relish in this moment, her lips moving down to your neck, kissing and biting at it softly. "You're so cute, you know that?" She whispered against your skin between kisses, gently biting and suckling the sensitive flesh on your neck. You could make out every strand of inky black hair on her head.
âViââ
âYouâre nervous, huh?â
You swallowed thickly, trying to push down the nerves that were making it hard to breathe. âYes.â
"Try to relax, it'll feel better." She murmured, finally sitting up straight, gripping the thickâ almost daunting strap in her fist. Sheâd told you she had nothing smaller, that this was all she could offer you. She placed a large palm right above your pussy, pressing firmly to keep your hips still. âReady for it?â she locked eyes with you, nudging the tip against your clit, slapping it there a few times. You nodded shakily, holding her gaze with anticipation.
âWords.â
âYes Iâm readyâŚâ It came out shaky, like you were riding a bike on a rocky path. She nods curtly, her gaze falling to your pussy, all spread nicely for her. She taps the tip against your clit a few more times, enjoying the way you gasp softly before slowly tilting the tip downwards to your hole.
It started out subtle, a stinging sensation that slowly built upâ but it spread quickly as she pushed further, your hole struggling to accommodate to her size. It felt like being ripped open, the girth of it pushing upwards of your blatter. Your back lifted off the bed. âO-ouch!ââ You let out a soft yelp, grasping her hip tightly as to keep her grounded there.
"Shhh.. just keep breathing" She replied immediately, feeling you tense and her free hand coming up to push you back down onto the bed. "Just breathe, relax." She whispered, gently kissing along the leg she held up. You tried to do as she instructed, taking deep, shaky breaths, closing your eyes tightly. It was starting to work.
But your relief was short lived, snatched from you as you felt the searing pain of her sliding deeper. âW-wait viâ what are you doing?!â You took the hand you had placed firmly on her hip and pushed, trying your hardest to still her movement. But it was impossibleâ she was so strong, much moreso than you, your efforts were fruitless. "Shh... calm down, baby.." She whispered softly, trying to sooth you as she held her position for a moment, letting you get used to the feeling. Her free hand moved up to brush against your cheek and gently caress your chest, trying to get you to relax. Her voice was soft and calming, trying her best to comfort you as she felt you getting tense. "Relax. Everything is gonna be alright. I got you. I promise I'll go slow but..I need you to relax, okay? Just breatheâŚ"
âN-no! Viâ you said just the tip!â
"I know, I know... baby, I'm sorry.." She said, her body moving still to hold herself up, one arm propped on the bed beside your head. She looked down at you with an understanding, but also determined look, trying to reassure you. "But you're doing so well for me. You're such a good girl..." She pushed her hips further, firmly this time, watching your expression closely. âMove your hand.â she commanded gently, and when you refused she grabbed it and pinned it your your side. She leaned down and pressed her lips to yours, claiming your lips in a deep and passionate kiss.
She frowned as you turned your head, a childish attempt at avoiding her affection. "Baby, please.." She begged softly, her hand reaching up and gently grabbing your chin, tilting your head back towards her so she would see your face. "Don't do that, look at me, baby. C'mon." Her voice was desperate. Her lips were so close to yours, her body leaning over you, her free hand still caressing your skin. She was aching for your taste again.
When you turned your face away from her a second time, low growl escaped her lips, her grip on your chin tightening. "No. Eyes on me, baby. I said look at me. I want you to look at me, I want to see your pretty face when I'm taking you." She commands, her voice firm yet gentle.
You felt her bottom out, your pelvis throbbing at the feeling. You felt to full, so uncomfortable. It hurt just to slightly move your hips. Tears blur your vision, a mixture of frustration and and betrayal overwhelming you. It felt like she was pressing down on you at all sidesâ her presence giving you a sick feeling in your tummy.
She started at a slow and steady pace, her hips meeting yours deliberately, one of her hands gently caressing the side of your face to try and sooth you. Her lips began to suck at your neck again, leaving soft, small love bites and hickeys along your skin, marking you as hers. "That's it... you're such a good girl for me, baby.... So so good... and you look so pretty like this. Taking me in... so good for me.." You didnât bother to try wiping your tears, they would keep flowing anyways.
She took a hand and rubbed your clit meticulously, applying soft pressure. âF-fuckâ!â You cursed, hands gripping the sheets tightly. Vi smirked at your reaction, rubbing just a bit faster, âGotta loosen you up baby, youâre so tight.â She spit onto your pussy. âRelax, princess.â
âI canât!â
âYou can.â You try to bite back the yelps of pain, not wanting to edge her on any further than you already unkowingly have, tucking your lip between your teeth. You keep your eyes squeezed shut, your body rocking with every slam of her hips. "No, sweetness,â She takes her thumb and pulls your lip free. âYouâre so pretty when you make little noises for me. Let me hear them, I wanna hear your pretty voice." Her eye contact was daunting and unwavering, it made you nauseous.
Her pace began to pick up a bit more, her hips moving more urgently against you. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, along with her soft, ragged breaths and your yelps. Her free hand squeezed your hip, her slender fingers digging into the soft flesh. Her mouth came down and began to gently nuzzle your neck, her breath hot against your skin as she pressed messy little kisses along the sensitive flesh there.
âHow is it, hm?â She said between kisses, but you chose not to respond. You were focused on the way you could feel you pussy starting to leak, your hole embracing her now. Your body was betraying your mind. âS-shit!â You whimper quietly against your best efforts, but you know she caught it.
She sits back up and you could see the thought cross her mind before she acted on it, her hand reaching down to shove two fingers into your mouth, caressing your tongue with a perverted smirk. "Good girl.... keep those pretty lips open for me, baby..â You could feel the spit sliding down your chin. You felt your pussy throb at her praise, moaning abrubtly at her words. Her thrusts had really been working into you now, nudging your walls with a purpose. It felt good.
That one moan went straight to Vi's core, hearing you sent a shiver down her spine, her pace quickening slightly. She pulled your hips up, into you at new angle, watching in awe as you fell apart. âHahâhahââ You didnât even try to stay quiet anymore, her dick hitting your g-spot deliciously. "Yeah.... just like that, baby. Let it out for me.â She stuck two fingers back into your mouth, âGet âem nice and wet, babydoll,â Vi groaned lowly as she watched you flick your tongue over her fingers, moving them down to your clit again to rub you. âFeels sâgood right, baby? My baby just needed someone to push her past her limits, huh?â
You replied with a string of moans, your feet flailing aimlessly at her thrusts. âOh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuckfuck!â She notices it before you do; the bulge sticking out of your pelvis everytime she bottoms out. âOhhhhh, fuck me. Look at that, baby.â Her voice pulls you out of your trance, lulling your head up to look at what she was referring to. âOh my Godââ You choke up as she lifts a hand to press on it, âBet that feels fuckinâ amazing, huh? Getting your guts dug in?â
You can hardly form a sentence, arching your back into the matress; sheâs fucking you so good. âYesssâ fuck! Sâgood!â
âThatâs what I like to hear.â She fucks you at a vigorous speed, beating into your g-spot with every thrust. âCmon, sweetness. I wanna see your cum face.â She spits on your pussy again, taking her fingers and rubbing your clit, fast. âCmon baby, let go fâme.â
overview âË⥠youâre a new professor at a nursing school you had been wanting to lecture at for years. the collegeâs reputation was phenomenalâand so was yours. the only issue was the school chancellor and president of the college, who clearly had an eye for you.
warnings âË⥠all AFAB, threesome, voyeurism, exhibitionilism if you squint, vibrator usage (caitlyn and reader receiving), oral (vi receiving), strap usage (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving) swearing, praise, degrading, slight humiliation, power dynamics. the beginning is kind of unserious..MINORS AND MEN DNI!!
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You didnât know where this whole shit show started. Neither of you did.
Neither? Vi and yourself, of course.
You wanted to teach at a college for as long as you could remember, something about helping students grow into functional beings in society was appealing to you. More so, since you had chosen to specialize in teaching students in medical school. To think these people would go on to save lives? What a valuable thing to provide.
To say you took your job seriously was an understatement. After all, you worked so hard to get here. Flirting attempts from students? Turned down. Attempts made by your coworkers? Most of them turned down.
Right, most. Because there was Vi.
Vi was the chancellor at the college you worked at, just below the president. She had the kind of personality that made you hate her and become obsessed with her at the same time. She was cocky when she could be, sleeves always rolled up as if she owed people something. But maybe it was the other way around.
In her eyes, she owed you things. Maybe owing is the the correct word, maybe she wanted to give you things. Maybe you picked that up when you caught her staring at your ass in the break room, or how her eyes seemed to wander during meetings or presentations you attended. No matter where you were in that building, you could feel her eyes.
Did you owe her something?
Maybe you shouldâve thought twice when you never turned her down, never gave her that stern face the same way you did with your colleagues. You shouldâve thought about it when you let her put her hand on your waist, when her breath ghosted over your neck like a promise, when she lead you into her office and took you right there on her desk.
But something about the riskiness was what made it so addicting. Your job was on the line, but how could you possibly resist her?
You couldnât. You couldnât because she was simply irresistible. And it wasnât just one time you failed to turn her down, it wasnât one time you let her fuck you in that office like it was her real job. Not even the second.
Thatâs when they startedâthe hookups.
It was strange, they never got taken outside of the work place. It was always in her office, sheâd find reasons to call you in. Sheâd tell the president that she needed to scold you for something, that she needed to help you adjust your lectures in a productive way. It was a stupid excuse, but you were oblivious to her stupidity somehow.
But all of it was stupid, who in their right mind would lie to the president? No, not Caitlyn Kiramman. Especially not when she was suspicious.
It was after hours, you did your lecturesâtwo to be exact. The papers you needed to grade were collecting dust in your file cabinetâthey were not your first priority. Theyâd have to wait, because you werenât in your lecture room.
Like routine, you were in Viâs office.
She was riskier today, maybe that was the issue. Too giddy and her smile too sly to not have any meaning behind it. She was sitting on her chair, strap attached to her body and thighs spread. She was kissing your neck, not leaving any hickeys but kissing it hard enough to make you worry.
You were on top of her, silicone stuffed deep inside you. Your shirt was unbuttoned far enough so Vi could see your bra, panties slipped to the side carelessly to make room for the toy giving you an unfair amount of bliss. Your moans were uncontrollable, short gasps leaving you with every bounce of your hips. She was kissing your insides, making your whole status look like a joke as you rode her like you needed it.
And you did, you did need it. And maybe it was the power dynamic that got you off. The chancellor fucking you like this? Your higher up? Shameful.
Vi smiled against your neck, shushing you but thrusting her hips up particularly hard to make you squeal. It worked in her favor, she let her tongue glide across your skin sensually before kissing up your jawline. She looked at you, ring covered fingers digging into the plush of your ass and moving you how she wanted you to.
âShh, quiet down baby.â she murmured, letting one hand wander away from your ass. she brought it up to your lips middle and ring finger prodding at your lips. âOpen up for me, sweet girl.â she said lowly, looking at you expectantly.
You moaned in response, a desperate sound that bounced off the walls and hit you right in the gutâwhere the shame and embarrassment settled itself. But you still obeyed, lips parting just enough so she could slide her fingers into your mouth. You sucked the digits, lifting your hips up and slamming back down onto her dick. You gasped and let out a weak cry against her fingers, the muffled sound made her laugh.
âThatâs it, quiet down for me. Want the president to know what a slut you are?â she asked condescendingly. When you didnât respond, she slapped your ass with the hand that was still there, eliciting a weak whine out of you. âDonât be a brat. Be a good girl and answer me, mhm?â
She took her fingers out of your mouth, loving the way your tongue tried to cling to them. You let out a strangled moan, trying to form a coherent thought. âN-no maâam, I donât want..her to know.â you managed between gasps, cunt spasming wildly around he silicone stretching you out. It was the good stretch, the kind that was wet and clung.
âYou donât want her to know what, sweetheart?â she questioned, slapping your ass again but harder. âIf you wanna be vague so bad maybe I shouldnât be helping you out. But, fuck. I canât resist you.â another thrust up had you huffing and whining even more, you couldnât control the sounds flowing out of your mouth like an endless stream.
âI donâtâfuck! I donât..want the president to know what a s-slut I am!â you cried out, feeling her hands wander towards your hips to bounce you on her dick again. You were a mess, trying to muffle sounds into her shoulder but to no avail. But it was already too late.
âYou donât want me to know? I think I have a good idea of that already.â
Fuck.
A voice in the doorway, a voice anybody in that building could recognize. Caitlyn Kiramman: the president. The woman who wore professionalism in both her demeanor and her style. Her whole essence was laced with it, something that made your chest tighten when you were near it.
Your stomach practically dropped to your ass, you even heard Viâs breath hitch but she was far more relaxed than you were. You turned your head, eyes wide and lips parted. No attempts to move were made, you felt like a deer in headlights. She just stared at you, watching, judging, observingâit all made your skin crawl so uncomfortably.
âMaâam, holy shit Iââ you started
ââYou should head home. We can talk about this another time.â she said calmly, too calm. She fixed her glasses, eyes darting towards the woman who was under you. âVi, come in my office when you get this handled.â
That was it, she left just like that. You both sat there panting, silicone still inside you. Your pussy clamped around it, greedily begging for more but not receiving anything. You were horrified, absolutely mortified. How the hell were you supposed to keep your job now? The job you were so serious about. You might as well have signed you soul away and laid down in a casket.
Even Viâs bed didnât sound as great as a casket. The bed you never got to be in.
Vi let out a short laugh, patting your hips softly. âWeâre in deep shit, baby. You still wanna finish?â she asked casually, kissing your jawline as if nothing happened. your heart was racing from both the gesture and what just happened.
You hesitated. So much shit happened..but she was already inside you, right? What was there to lose! â..Yeah.â
Yeah. Definitely a slut.
For two days it was silent, absolute crickets. Vi didnât call you into her office, you still had your job, and Caitlyn hadnât said a word to you about the situation. She sent you an email, though. It was so you could present the powerpoint you made a week ago to her to convince her to let you teach an upcoming lecture a certain way. More hands on experience would be valuable, you just had to get the permission.
To say you were terrified was an understatement. You were under the impression that this was just the calm before the storm, the build up to everything you worked for to come crashing down right in front of you.
Yet you were somehow so far off.
You got an email while you were grading late, assuming it was a student, you opened it. No, it was Caitlyn. Your heart dropped like the day you got caught on top of Vi, breath hitching and stuttering before you even read the contents of the message. She asked you to come to her office to discuss some things and so you could present your project. Seriously, you both knew what it was! Couldnât she just specify and say âwe need to discuss how the only thing thatâs going to be fucked as of recently will be your career, you harlot.â
Nonetheless, you pushed yourself away from your desk and stood, legs shaking and breath caught. You grabbed your laptop, stuffed it in a bag, and slung it over your shoulder. This was the going to be moment you lost everything you worked forâjust because you decided to fool around with the unfairly hot chancellor.
The walk to her office could only be described as torturous. You felt as though the walls were closing in and the floors had eyes. The windows were shameful reflections that reminded you who you were. A professor, and maybe a slut. Maybe? Who gave you this confidence?
You knocked once, opening the door and clearing your throat. You turned around fully to shut the door behind you, that way you could avoid eye contact for a second less.
âHey, sweetheart.â
Odd..that wasnât Caitlynâs voice. It was Viâsâwhat the hell was she doing in here with you? Perhaps getting chewed out like you were about to be? You looked up and saw her standing, though she was standing behind Caitlynâs chair.
Caitlyn looked you up and down and hummed, manufactured hand raising to adjust her glasses. The glasses that sat on her face like a seal, a seal and repellant to bullshit and shame.
Maybe not..since you were standing before her.
âMiss Kiramman,â you began âI have the presentation. But first, I want to say I am so, soââ
ââSo, I see youâve been sleeping with the chancellor?â she questioned, though it was just a fact. She tended to interrupt a lot, it was evident how she didnât want to hear you spew bullshit excuses.
You cleared your throat, placing your arms behind your back as if to look professional. As if you hadnât already fucked yourself over. And if Vi didnât have the most cocky expressionâshe probably got herself out of this mess. Maybe they were sleeping together too?
Did you fuck the presidentâs girl? Shit!
âYes, maâam. But I swear, it was only a one time thing.â you tried to explain, hands trembling behind you.
Caitlyn raised her eyebrow, hands folding on the desk professionally. âSix times, darling.â she said flatly, eyes halfway narrowed.
âWhat?â you questioned, earning a scoff from Vi in the back. Oh, this cunt.
âSix times Iâve heard you or seen you with Vi.â she said, watching the way your face went pale with a blank expression. âIf youâre going to lie to me, at least be believable.â
How did you manage to fuck yourself over even more? At that point you accepted your fate and kept your head low.
âYes, yes..thatâs true. Iâm so sorry, I donât know what else to say.â you mumbled, hands fidgeting nervously behind your back.
âSo sheepish now, huh? You werenât that way in my office.â Vi said, fingers tapping the top of Caitlynâs leather chair. Caitlynâs face didnât even twitch, her face stoic and professional like always. But there was something deeper. Something deeper in her eyes, deeper in the way she composed herself.
But something was different in the room as well. Where was the anger in her tone? All of it was very straight forward, which made you wonder. Though you didnât have time to wonder. You never did.
âYouâre a smart girl. It makes me wonder why youâd do something so stupid.â Caitlyn said, still no real bite to her tone.
Vi patted her on the shoulder, eying you like she usually did. âCome on, doc. Get to the point. You had that presentation for us, yeah?â
You nodded feverishly, scrambling to take your laptop out of the bag you had it in. You carried it over to some side table, logging in and sending Caitlyn some information. It was a visual aid for your presentation, since you wanted to show graphs and whatnot. She pulled it up, projecting it on the screen behind you and to the leftâto which you shuffled over to.
With a ridiculous amount of nerves settled in your stomach, you cleared your throat and began speaking. âWell, for the next topic Iâm teaching..I wanted to incorporate some more hands on experience.â
You started off shaky, but eventually you leveled yourself. You pointed at the images, showing graphs and statistics you thought would matter. But while you were looking away, Vi moved. By the time you looked forward, she moved behind you. You only noticed when you felt her breath ghost over the skin on your neck, the hairs standing up and a surprised gasp leaving you. There was a hand sliding up and down your hip, slow and measured.
When you paused, Caitlyn looked at you expectantly. She looked stern, but you could see how the edges of her lips were curved into something like a smile.
She was amused. What the hell was this?
âKeep going. I donât have all day.â she stated, clicking to the next slide from her computer. âYou wanted to speak, so speak.â
You let out some weak noise, looking at Vi with a raised eyebrow but not saying anything. It was humiliating how you werenât trying to be professional. No, because you were leaning into her touch. Your hips were bucking up and back into her hands, breath shaky the same way it was when youâd follow her into her officeâall of it.
Vi kept her eyes trained on you, her face so close that her glasses bumped against your cheek. Yet, you continued talking, continued leaning against her.
Well, you continued to talk until it almost became impossible. Viâs hands were all over you, and her hand placements were getting even riskier. One hand was on your ass, the other still on your hip. The sheer neediness you felt made you moan in response, interrupting you mid sentence. You looked between Caitlyn and Vi nervously, were you really expected to keep talking?
âCome on, doc. Teach it to us, be convincing.â Vi whispered in your ear, âThe president is watching, sweetheart. I suggest you keep talking.â
You tried, you really did. But when she surprised you with a kiss on the neck you couldnât take it anymore. It was scenic the way you were panting at that point, eyes desperate. âMaâam, I canât present like thisâplease.â you pleaded, unsure what you were pleading for. Probably something like sweet relief, not a break.
Caitlyn raised her eyebrow at you, taking off her glasses for a moment and cleaning the lenses with a cloth. âDo you want Vi to fuck you?â she asked bluntly, the question making you shiver.
âWhat?â
âI donât like to repeat myself, you heard what I said.â
You paused, looking at her with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. Of course you wanted that, you were so desperate you had been hooking up with Viâyou wanted her. Especially now when her hands were all over you. âYes, maâam.â you replied softly, afraid of the answer truthfully.
Caitlyn hummed, trying to bite back the smirk on her face. She put her glasses back on and leaned back in her chair a bit. âRight, darling. Finish your presentation then.â she told you, to which you immediately obliged
You were talking, again. You shouldâve walked out of that office because of how absurd this situation was. But you didnât, you couldnât. Not when the warm hands on your body were tempting you, not when you were leaning against them, adjusting your posture so she could touch you more. Especially not when her right hand found its way downward, pressing on your aching clit through your clothes.
That was what broke you, that small amount of pressure. âOh, fuck. Please..â you sighed out, a soft moan falling from your lips. Vi laughed behind you, looking at Caitlyn expectantly. It was clear she was desperate too, she wanted to fuck you just as badly as you wanted to be fucked.
A nod was all she needed, and Caitlyn provided. She motioned you to keep going, and you tried. Viâs hands moved away from your clit and up towards the waistband of your pants. She slid her hand down, past your panties to find your pussy again. To say you were wet was an understatement, she played with you for so long to make you all soaked for her. And it worked.
Viâs fingers ran up and down your cunt, getting covered in a humiliating amount of slick. Her middle and ring finger moved up to your clit, drawing slow circles around it as a way to make you choke on your words. âS-so thereforeâgod!â
You were a mess. Panting, bucking your hips against her fingers for more friction, shaky words covered by needy sighsâall of it. And worst of all? You couldnât help yourself. You couldnât stop yourself from pathetically rutting your hips to feel more. How were you supposed to keep your job now? And yet somehow that was the last thing on your mind. The first thing was Viâher fingers. The fingers that were prodding at your entrance.
You stopped talking completely, that had successfully shut you up. It was impossible to present anymore, you looked at Caitlyn with a needy expression and let out some sort of sound. A sound you didnât know you could even make. âPlease, maâam. I canât.â
Caitlyn hummed and turned off the projector, the visual aid for your presentation gone. âWell, youâre not gonna be smarter after getting fucked, are you? Though judging by your decisionsâyouâre already lacking there.â she said, trying to hold back a smile as she watched Vi play with your pussy under your clothes.
God, what a bitch. Somehow her attitude turned you on even more.
You lowered your head, eyes squeezing shut. She mustâve given Vi a signal, because you felt a difference. Her fingers paused for a moment, before she slowly started sliding them into your wet, aching hole. You felt something between relief and euphoria. A weak moan left you, your head falling back against her shoulder. It was as if you completely lost touch of your surroundings.
Vi groaned at the feeling of your pussy clenching around her fingers favorably, it was too much. Whenever sheâd draw her fingers out, she could feel the way you clung onto her, begging for more without even trying. âFuck..missed this pussy so damn much.â she moaned into your neck, kissing it softly. There was a desperation in her voice, after getting caughtâit was clear she struggled without this.
And so did you.
âCome on baby, tell me how much you missed this.â she whispered, loud enough for Caitlyn to hear. She watched the two of you, unable to hold back her smile anymore. The sight was incredibly hot, Viâs hands stuffed down your pants and your head tilted backâit made her squeeze her thighs together under the desk.
âAnswer her question, darling.â she demanded, though her voice was softer than usual.
You just moaned in response, they were ganging up on youâwhich was surprisingly hot.
âI-I missed it..fuck!â you cried, feeling the way Viâs fingers sped up. They were fucking into you at a brutal pace, your jaw fell open and your hips stutteredâunable to even grind against the friction anymore. Your own slick was getting all over the inside of your panties, the previous arousal was all over Viâs knuckles along with whatever she collected from fingering you.
You noticed you were being pushed along somewhere, though you werenât focused enough to know exactly where. You felt your pants being slid down, to which you happily accepted. Before you knew it, you were being slightly bent over. When you looked across from you, your face was slightly above Caitlynâs. She was sitting there, glasses resting on the table and her pupils dilated.
âWanna make a deal, sweetheart? I promise itâll do you good.â she questioned, eyes narrowed at you slightly. This whole situation was too much to handle, you were pleasantly overwhelmed but also nervous. Where was this going?
You nodded feverishly to her question, not really considering any risks. Vi was still ruining your pussy, curling her fingers in a way that made it sound like you were sobbing.
âIf you let us both fuck you, you can keep your job.â she offered, âRight now.â
Was she being serious?
This shocked you to an unreal degree. Well, you wouldâve been more surprised, but a certain someoneâs fingers drilling into you had your thoughts slightly muffled. This wasnât just about your job, the president was a very sexy woman. You wanted both of them. Greedy? So be it.
âYesâyes! Please, please..ââ you managed between moans, your panting continuous and heavy. You couldnât get another word out, Caitlyn stood up, leaned over the desk closer to you, and kissed you. The feeling of Viâs fingers inside you and your lips on Caitlynâs was heavenly, you never thought this much pleasure was possible.
You moaned into the kiss, holding yourself up as best as you could. Viâs fingers pumped in and out of you, wet sounds were made everytime she fucked them back into you. It was all too good, you could feel your thighs trembling and your aching hole begging for more. You dripped all over her hands, drool also dripping down your chin as you desperately made out with Caitlyn.
The kiss was almost as messy as the way Vi was ruining you from behind. It was all tongue twirling, heavy breathing, teeth clickingâsuch a sloppy kiss for such a respected woman.
âFuck, sweetheart. Am I not enough for you? You need Caitlyn as well? So greedy.â Vi husked in your ear, glasses bumping your face again. She curled her fingers faster, hitting a spot inside you that made you cry out into Caitlynâs mouth. You were so weak for them, it was insane how they seemed to strip away every professional thought in your head and replace them with filthy ones.
This continued, your pussy greedily sucking in Viâs fingers and your tongue being sucked by Caitlyn. You were overwhelmed, but so, so satisfied. Your whole body was tingling, every action was leaving you hungry and craving. What else could you crave in this situation? Maybe release.
And it was building. You could feel your body start to shake more, your lower abdomen tightening and your breathing becoming heavier. Caitlyn seemed to take notice, because she broke the kiss. She wanted to hear you moan, right in her ear.
âGonna cum, darling? Go on, cum for us.â she urged, her lips brushing against your ear. She looked at Vi, taking in her focused expression and gave her an amused smile in response.
Those words were what did it for you, you couldnât take it anymore. âOhâoh..fuck!â you moaned into her ear, your sentence almost being cut off by a cry. Your back arched, hips moving back to fuck yourself onto Viâs fingers harder. You drenched the digits continuously thrusting in and out of you, sweet whimpers escaping your lips into Caitlynâs ear.
âThatâs it baby, use my fingers. Good girl.â Vi praised, her voice sounding much sweeter. She always got weak when she saw you cum, all her attitude seemed to just vanish.
Caitlyn stroked your hair softly, making sure your lips were still by her ear so she could hear every little sound you made as you came down from your high. You were panting heavily, trying to ground yourself from an orgasm your body hadnât prepared for. The mind fog was thereâthough you knew it wasnât over.
Vi slowly pulled her fingers out of you, moaning at the squelching sound and the way wetness clung onto her fingers. She brought them up to her face, sucking your cum off her middle finger. Caitlyn watched and hummed in approval, watching.
âYou always taste so good, itâd be rude to hog you from the president.â Vi said, holding her finger middle and ring fingers in front of Caitlynâs lips. She pushed them in, feeling her swirl her tongue around the digits and taste you. You didnât even realize what was happeningâwhich was good, couldâve came on the spot.
Eventually, Vi pulled her fingers out of Caitlynâs mouth and patted your ass once. âVi, can you get my red bag from under the desk?â Caitlyn asked, eyes still locked on you.
Vi laughed and stepped back, walking towards the front of the desk and grabbing the bag out from under it. âWhatcha got in here, cupcake? Toys?â
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, tapping under your chin so you looked at her. She was drawn to your eyes, they looked tired but hungry at the same time. Or maybe it was her hunger reflecting off your irises. âYouâre holding the bag, just look.â she stated, eyes darting from your eyes to your lips. She planted a small peck on the corner of your mouth, smiling at the way your lips puckered and chased hers. âSuch a pretty girl. Even prettier when you have that messy look on your face.â
Vi reached into the bag and pulled out two things: a little vibrator and a strap. She laughed and raised an eyebrow, looking between the two of you. âNot gonna use your fingers, president?â she questioned, setting both the items on the desk. âWhat was that earlier? How you wanted to feel her pulse on your fingers?â
What the hell? That was news to you.
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, looking over at Vi finally. âI have very expensive nails on, Vi. You would know that since you lost a bet and paid for them.â she said, her attention darting back to you. âWouldnât wanna hurt that pussy either. No worries, darling, weâre going to take great care of you.â
You simply nodded, eyes trained on Caitlynâs beautiful ones. You didnât know what you did to deserve this, but it mustâve been something good. Vi picked you up, setting you down on the desk and keeping her arms around your waist from behind. She kissed your cheek tenderly, a gesture you didnât know you needed. You turned your head and looked at her, giving her a small peck on the lips.
Vi looked at you like some sort of valuable treasure, she always had such obvious eyes. You could look into them and immediately know every thought she thought she was hiding. Even when she said it was just hookupsâher eyes said something different. She smiled at you, caressing your waist softly. âAre you getting soft on me, baby?â she questioned.
You shrugged, feeling Caitlynâs hands gently caressing your thighs. âMaybe, donât act like youâre any better.â you replied, not breaking eye contact.
âI can admit that, Iâm not stubborn in that case.â she said, hands moving up to unbutton your shirt. She was too busy looking at you, so she struggled a bit with one of the buttons. You both giggled, and you watched her eyes stray away from yours and towards the button.
Once the button was undone, she slid your shirt off your shoulders and tossed it to the side. Caitlyn clicked her tongue, fingertips digging into the plush of your thighs. âVi, please. Thatâs an expensive shirt.â she said, looking at it on the floor and narrowing her eyes.
Vi shrugged, grabbing your jaw and turning your head towards Caitlyn. âYouâre so materialistic, cupcake.â she teased, kissing your jaw right under her hand.
You just sat there awkwardly, did they always fight like this? Interesting relationship for a president and chancellor. Though this whole situation was interesting.
Caitlyn stood between your legs, not quite pushing up against you. She kept some distance just so she could look at you. Her eyes traveled south, pupils dilating at the sight of your pussy. She hadnât ever gotten a good look at it, so she couldnât bring herself to look away.
âOh, how pretty. Is this what Vi has been hogging?â she asked while she dragged her fingertips up and down your cunt, nails threatening but also arousing. You clenched around nothing, the air in your lungs stuck. You knew she wouldnât put her fingers in, so you were left bucking your hips up as a way to beg for more.
Vi slipped her hands under your bra, rolling her thumb over your nipples and watching Caitlyn mess with you.
Caitlyn pulled away for a moment, moving to unbutton her shirt as well. You tried to close your eyes to bask in the pleasure you felt from having your nipples played with, but Vi snapped you out of that.
âAh, ah. Watch her, sweetheart.â she murmured in your ear, removing her left hand from your boob and grabbing your jaw to hold it steady. You watched Caitlyn undress, the delicate way she slipped her long skirt downed, how she slid her expensive panties down her thighs with such care it felt threatening, all of it.
You shamelessly looked her up and down, because damn.
Vi whistled lowly, letting go of your jaw and kissing your neck once. She brought her hands back behind you and unclasped your bra with a speed you didnât know was possible. She tossed it to the side with your shirt carelessly, palms finding your tits again.
Caitlyn laughed at the whistle, stepping forward again and reaching past you to grab the strap waiting for her. It was a dark blue, looked pretty similar to Viâs. In fact, it was the exact same. What a coincidence!
âThat looks a lot like Viâs.â you said obliviously, a sweet gasp leaving you when your nipples were pinched softly again.
Both Caitlyn and Vi looked at each other and laughed. Caitlyn held the strap in one hand, patting your thigh softly. âBecause itâs the same one, darling.â she said, eyes locked on your perky nipples.
âHow can you remember how it looks like so well when itâs inside you all the time? Youâve got good memory, doc.â Vi said, finally leaving your nipples alone since they were starting to get a little sore.
Caitlyn raised an eyebrow at Vi, âYouâre so cocky for someone who was bent over my desk the day I caught you two.â
Vi hummed and kissed your neck again, smiling against your skin. âThis isnât about me right now.â she defended herself, most likely to save her ego.
You were actually in shock. It was a bit surprising that they had been hooking up too. What a total mess this dynamic was. What kind of college had a professor, the president, and the chancellor all sleeping together?
You were snapped out of your thoughts when Caitlyn reached past you again to grab the vibrator. You gulped, not expecting her to use both on you. Before you could process, she clicked it on and put it on a low setting.
âReady?â she asked, holding the toy dangerously close to your clit. You were breathing heavily in anticipation, so needy despite the fact you already came. All you could manage was a nod, which was enough for her.
Caitlyn pressed the vibrator down onto your clit softly, smiling at your reaction. You immediately arched up, a choked out moan falling from your lips in response. She moved it up and down your needy pussy, wetness sloshing and your hole pulsing and clenching.
When the toy prodded at your entrance, you let out a pathetic cry. You threw your head back onto Viâs shoulder and gasped, every nerve there tingling and making you shake. âF-fuck! Caitlyn!â
Caitlyn moaned at your reaction, moving the vibrator back up to your clit. âIâm a higher up, darling. Address me with respect.â She then pressed herself up against the toy, that way it was between the both of you. Both your clits feeling the pleasurable hum and pressing it against each other. You both moaned at the same time, her eyes fluttered shut and yours remained trained on her.
Vi couldnât help but slide her hand down her pants at the sight, eventually completely discarding them. The room filled with sweet moans and gasps, the silent buzz of the toy muffler by your bodies.
Caitlyn eventually pulled it away from you, handing it to Vi while she started to secure the strap onto her body. You watched with a hazy expression, whining and bucking your hips up pathetically at the loss of friction.
Once she got the strap secured to her body, she looked at Vi. âYou should sit on her face, darling.â she suggested, holding the dildo part of the toy in her hand carefully.
Vi blinked, pupils almost as dilated as yours. She just groaned and nodded, kissing your neck one more time and huffing.
The sheer idea of this had your head spinning. Youâd be in the middle of something you werenât sure you were ready for. But you wanted it, all of it. Maybe you really were as greedy as they said you were.
The position changed a bit, you were scooted further so you could lay down on the desk, legs spread. Caitlyn was between your legs, dragging the silicone up and down your pulsing pussy to collect all the wetness she could. Vi was hovering over your face, waiting for a signal.
You patted her thigh softly, âCome on, sit.â you urged, grabbing both her thighs and yanking her down. You couldnât see much of anything anymore, but you didnât need to. You lapped at her cunt softly, licking up all her juices and trying to push your tongue inside her. Vi immediately gasped, head lowering and weak curses leaving her. âOh, fuck..just like that, baby.â
Upon seeing this, Caitlyn couldnât control herself anymore. She had one hand holding the blue, slick covered silicone and one on your hip. She lined the tip up with your entrance, starting to slowly push in. The way you opened up for her was beautiful, it made her moan in a tone she didnât know she was capable of. You greedily sucked her in, weak cries muffled by Viâs cunt pressed against your face. It was absolutely filthy.
âThatâs it, good girl. Sucking me in so good, darling.â she said between desperate pants. Now that she wasnât holding the dildo part, she reached for the vibrator again. She turned it on, pressing it against your clit again.
You whined and bucked your hips up, tongue flicking faster as you messily ate out the woman above you. Caitlyn pulled it away, holding it against herself. Before she started thrusting, she pushed the small toy inside her, throwing her head back at the sudden feeling. The part of the strap pressing against her pussy kept it in place, though she was falling apart.
Then, she started fucking into youâdragging the silicone in and out of your sopping hole with a torturous pace. Vi watched the whole thing, moving to pinch and grab at her own tits. You moaned into her pussy, nose bumping against her clit as you thrusted your tongue inside her.
Caitlyn was starting to get desperate and sped her movements up. She was absolutely drilling into you now, unable to contain herself. The desk started to shake, the squelching sound of your pussy echoing between your bodies. The hum or the vibrator inside her was constant, she was an absolute mess. Moaning, grabbing onto you tightly, all of it.
You were a mess, fucking your tongue into Vi at the same pace Caitlyn was using on you. Your movements stuttered, jaw trying to to go slack from how roughly she was fucking you. But you took it, all of it. You could feel every little manufactured vein of her dick pushing against your walls, every movement making the tip kiss your cervix in a way that almost made you limp. It was all too good, the familiar feeling of that silicone making you see starts behind your eyelids.
When Caitlyn thrusted, it jolted your body forward which directly affected Vi. She was absolutely weak, it was funny how her confidence seemed to vanish when she started to feel good. She was pathetically whimpering above you, pleading and cursing. âPlease, pleaseâgod..youâre so fuckinâ good at this..â
Caitlyn smiled, legs shaking at the intense pleasure inside her. She angled her hips up a bit more, hitting a spot inside you that made you whine loudly into Viâs cunt. You almost thought you couldnât take it, she was fucking you like an animal and you couldnât get enough. You couldnât get enough of the collective moans, the way you clung to her cock every time she tried to pull out, the way Vi tasted on your tongueâyou were officially in heaven.
âMhm? Does she have a good tongue, sweetheart?â she asked Vi, panting and huffing.
Vi couldnât even manage a response. She feverishly nodded and hung her head low. Eventually her glasses were dangling off her face, another harsh thrust and jolt of your body had them falling onto your stomach. But nobody paid attention to them, nobody even looked at them. In fact, you hadnât even noticed.
You were moaning uncontrollably into Viâs pussy, flicking your tongue in and out and licking up everything you could. When you pushed your tongue in, you could feel a difference in how she was clenching around the muscle. She had to be close, you dug your fingertips into her thighs to keep her from squirming too much.
Caitlyn seemed to catch on too, though she was mainly focused on you. She watched the way your pussy greedily sucked her in, the way your juices dripped out of your hole and downward. She loved it, she especially loved the ring forming around the base of her dick. She looked at Vi, removing a hand from you and cupping her cheek instead. âAre you close?â to which she earned a nod.
âCum for us, darling. Right on her tongue.â she urged, eyes locking with Viâs. They were both panting heavily, eyes half lidded and full of desire. Thatâs all it took for Vi to finished, your tongue flicking again and Caitlynâs words. She let out a long string of curses, grinding against your face softly so she could ride it out. The amount of pleasure and relief she felt was unimaginable, she felt like her whole body had reset.
You continued flicking your tongue, not wanting to waste anything as she came in your mouth. You weakly let go of her thighs, hands shaking and trembling. Eventually she lifted herself off your face, sitting next to your body. Your chin was covered in slick, she laughed and wiped it with her thumb. âGod, youâre so beautiful. Keep fucking her, Cait.â
Caitlyn continued fucking you roughly, finally getting to see your fucked out expression. âSuch a good girl for making Vi finish. So proud of you.â
You moaned at the overwhelming praise, eyes bobbling in place. All eyes were on you now, you weakly reached for Viâs hand to which she immediately grabbed and squeezed. Now that there wasnât anything to muffle your moans, it was a bit more embarrassing. Every thrust had you gasping or whimpering, though Caitlyn was also being quite loud. She was clenching around the vibrator inside her, absolutely sopping. Her slick was getting the strap of leather under her pussy soaked.
Vi reached her other hand over and pressed on your abdomen, feeling the bump of Caitlynâs dick inside you. She smiled, urging you to look at it. âLook how deep she is baby, you feel that?â
âY-yes! yes, god!â you cried, you could feel her hitting that perfect spot every time, and you knew you wouldnât last for long. When Vi pressed down, it was so overwhelming. But the feeling was so good, and her words got you off even more. You felt that familiar tightening in your stomach, though it felt stronger. âM-maâam. Iâm..Iâm closeâ!â you gasped out, squeezing Viâs hand.
âMhm? Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?â she husked out, not far behind you. The toy inside her was absolutely maddening, her hips were starting to stutter. âCome on, just like Vi did.â
Vi ran her other hand through your hair tenderly, eyes trained on the way your tits bounced. All she could do was groan and watch, wanting to see you finish so badly. âSoak her cock, baby. âWanna see it.â
And you did, your orgasm hit you like a fucking tidal wave. You cried out, back arching impossibly high and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. âPlease, please!â you whined out as you came, thighs trembling and your whole body feeling lighter and tingly.
Caitlyn kept going to help you ride it out, though seeing you finish made her follow. She let out a string of sweet moan, hips stuttering and her head tilting back. Viâs eyes darted between the two of you like a lost puppy, though she was extremely satisfied.
You all stayed there for a moment to catch your breath, eyes squeezed shut and the smell of sex in the air. To say that was the most earth shattering orgasm of your life wasnât descriptive enough. You felt like a whole other being.
âHoly shit.â you panted out, looking at Caitlyn who was coming down from her high as well. You looked to your stomach and saw Viâs glasses sitting there, you blinked in confusion and raised an eyebrow. âHow did these get here.â
Vi laughed and patted your cheek, taking her glasses back and putting them back on. As if she looked professional in your eyes after all that pathetic whimpering. âThey fell off while you were eating me out, didnât notice?â
You shook your head, which made both of them laugh. Caitlyn reached down and pulled the toy out of her overstimulated hole. It was absolutely soaked, strings clung to it as she pulled it out and set it elsewhere. âYou didnât notice them falling on you? I mustâve been doing a good job.â she bragged, pulling out of you and humming at the way you gasped.
You felt a bit embarrassed, but you were too hazy to put any concern into that. Vi helped you sit up, letting you lean back against her chest. âI know Caitlyn has wipes in here..but we can go to my apartment and get actually cleaned up.â she offered, looking between the two of you.
Caitlyn nodded, reaching for her glasses and putting them on. She looked at you and smiled. âYour charges are dropped. I was going to let you keep your job anyways.â she confessed, watching the way your eyebrows furrowed.
âAre you kidding me?â
âNo, darling. But is it true you moaned my name one time while riding Vi?â
You stared at her in disbelief, then looked back at Vi and slapped her arm. âWhy the hell would you tell her that?!â
Vi winced and rubbed her arm, laughing at your sudden change of attitude. âI have to report things to the president!â she argued defensively.
âYouâre so unbelievable!â this was the most embarrassing moment of your life. You feared for your job just to be told you didnât need to? You wouldâve done this anyways but still!
Caitlyn laughed and rubbed your thigh tenderly. âOh, stop that. Might have to fuck you again.â
âIs that a threat or a promise.â
âPut your clothes on you slutâ
A/N: iâm so sorry this took so long, i hope yall enjoy!! first time writing threesome things sooo..i trieddd!
thinking about dbf!ellie holding you against the wall, hand over your mouth and fingers deep inside your pussy. you're breathing in and out sharply through your nose and trying so hard to stay quiet. your dad is having a get together with friends and family. you and ellie snuck off about five minutes ago and knew that soon, someone would be wondering where the two of you went. while you enjoyed getting finger fucked by ellie, you were also anxious to get it over with so no one would suspect a thing. ellie's lips brush against your ear as she whispers sweetly in it, praising you yet taunting you. "doin' so good keepin' quiet. i know it's hard. you wanna let it out, don't you baby? hm? dirty girl. i know it turns you on when it's a risk of gettin' caught."
you grip onto her clothed shoulders tightly as your orgasm hits, her palm pressing down firmly to prevent any noise slipping out. but she doesn't stop. one orgasm isn't enough for ellie, especially when she knows she could get away with making you cum a few more times. surely, no one was wondering where the two of you were yet.
"you can handle more," she coos in your ear, flipping you around so that your cheek is pressed against the wall. she pulls your hips back towards her so that she could have access to your pussy from behind. she gets on her knees and grips your ass, spreading it slightly and pressing a finger against your hole. you gasp and glance down at her with wide eyes. "sh," she whispers, placing a finger in her mouth and sucking it. she slips it out with a quiet pop and places it back against your hole. she applies pressure, slowly snaking her finger into the hole while her tongue laps up the juices from your pussy. you bit your lip super hard, desperate to keep quiet but finding it difficult. with ellie's tongue in your cunt and a finger in completely new territory, you knew it wouldn't be long until you came again.
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â synopsis áľ ă headcanons for dealer!ellie x good girl!reader in a college setting. enjoy ;)
â content áľ ă mdni top!ellie, bottom!reader, fingering (r!receiving), strap-on (r!receiving), mention of weed, degradation, dacryphilia, mirror sex
â word count áľ ă 1.1k
â notes áľ ă some short headcanons as an apology for being away
âşÂ youâre the kind of girl who colour codes her notes and religiously says âthank youâ to bus drivers. you wouldâve never even dreamed of smoking weed, but here you were. texting a dealer, on your own, because your friend had convinced you that ellieâs weed would calm your nerves. everyone whoâs anyone knows ellie williams. strap god, weed extraordinaire, chaotic lesbian. the epithets pile up. but to you? ellieâs warm, charming, and a demon in bed (but everyone knew that, too).
âşÂ ellie shows up to your dorm smelling like weed and oil, guitar case slung haphazardly over her bare shoulder and licking sugar off her thumb from the gas station rock candy she had bought on the way there. it was weirdly seductive. she knows you're innocent from the moment her murky half-lidded eyes met your own blown-out ones. the way you introduced yourself only reinforced her idea that you had definitely never done anything like this before: âhi⌠iâm __, i think i texted you?â as if she might say no. âyeah, sweetheart, yâdid. you usually this nervous?â
âşÂ when you tell her youâve never smoked before, she goes soft. not sweet, by any means, but interested. next thing you know sheâs rolling up a new joint with the weed she brought and making you take the first hit, coaching you through every movement. âdonât hold it too long. there you go, nice n slow. i got you, babyâ then, âyou ever kiss someone?â sheâs asking while leaning into you, barely giving you time to even process her question before her lips are moving against yours with a fervor that could scare the gods.
âşÂ after that, youâre all she thinks about. not the girls who beg her to eat them out at frat parties. you, with your pink lipgloss and apologies and virginity she wants to destroy.
âşÂ ellie talks you into coming over to hangout for a âsmoke seshâ. promising a genuinely chill night and bribing you with the opportunity to see her play her guitar (something nobodyâs ever gotten to see). the chill doesnât last long. itâs not ellieâs fault, really. who could keep their hands off of you when youâre smiling so pretty and your eyes are falling closed after only two hits? sheâs touching you slow, her hand building up your thigh and ghosting over the heat radiating from your cunt. âanyone ever touch ya here?â you shake your head and sheâs suddenly grinning like a devil. âwant me to be your first?â you nod this time, and her smile grows impossibly wider. you donât even realize your rocking into her hand until you hear her chuckling into your ear, breath hot on your neck, âiâll take care of you, baby.â
âşÂ she goes so slow. kissing down your stomach and latching onto your thighs. she pulls your panties down with her teeth, just to be able to see the blush grow across your cheeks.
âşÂ she eats you out like she has all night. youâve never been touched like this before, and every whimper and squirm only fuels ellieâs fire more. her eyes are gazing up at you when she slips her finger in for the first time. she relishes in the feeling of your core, the way you squeeze around her whenever she hits just the right spot and the sound of your gasps when her tongue brushes against your puffy clit.
âşÂ ellie was known for hitting and dipping, but for some reason she just couldnât shake you. maybe it was the way her hands carved into your hips so perfectly, or the way your whimpers sounded so sweet in her ear when she was plunging her fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping cunt. whatever it was, ellie knew she couldnât let you go. youâre her favourite thing to ruin.
âşÂ she wonât stop texting you. âyou up?â âwanna come over and let me make you cry again?â âmiss your thighs around my headâ once she knows what she wants, sheâll do anything to get it. youâre officially ruined for anyone else. you walk through the campus glowing, thighs sore, deep-purple marks hidden beneath your classy turtleneck. no one suspects that the quiet good girl with a pastel tote bag gets fucked into the stratosphere three times a week by ellie fucking williams.
âşÂ she starts bringing her guitar when you two meet. she plays songs that no oneâs heard before, ones that are clearly about you. sheâll sing to you in between rounds, with your head in her lap and your panties somewhere across the room.
âşÂ ellie gets territorial. your hers, and everyone needs to know that. she makes you sit on her lap everywhere, hand always on your waist and a nasty glare directed at the frat boys who try to talk to you. she loves to mark you up, leaving hickeys all over you. especially in places only sheâs allowed to see. sheâll lend you her clothes and beg you to wear them into class. you do, one day, draped in her oversized red flannel. everyone recognizes it and the whispers are insufferable. ellie loves it. âya look good in my clothes, baby. gonna look better out of âem later.â
âşÂ she is most definitely a service top with a bit of a domination kink. she loves to corrupt you, have you falling apart on her strap and making you say filthy things. âcâmon, sweetheart. you gotta use your words or i canât touch you.â she makes you beg, and once you do (breathy and soft, hands covering your reddening face) a huge grin takes over her entire face and she fucks you harder than ever.
âşÂ ellie is skilled with her strap, thereâs no arguing about that, but she for sure prefers to watch you come undone on her fingers. something about feeling you clench and gush around her knuckles just gets to her.
âşÂ sheâs a mirror sex fanatic. everything about it makes her crazy for you. holding your chin up between her pointer and her thumb, forcing you to watch the tears stream down your face as she pounds you from behind. âyouâre so fucking pretty when you cry fâr me, yâknow that?â
âşÂ she definitely likes to delve into degradation every once in a while, particularly after sheâs dealt with a rude customer. âlook at you, dick drunk already huh? act like such a good girl at school and then take me like this? fuck.â
âşÂ and, after putting you through the filthiest sex you could imagine, ellie wraps you right up in one of her clean hoodies and tucks you against her chest. âdid so good, baby. so perfect, all fâr me.â sheâs soft when it counts, rough when it turns you on.
â ď¸ď¸ď¸.á âwarnings âš cwâ ďš approx 20k words. (ik im sorry im always yapping too much.) headcanons!! mention of blood/murders, drugs usage. childhoodbestfriend!đ, perv!đ, ghostface!đ, switch!đ, v light knife play (đ!receiving+giving), handcuffing ghostfaceđ, oral/fingering, strap-on sex (r!receiving), extremely jealous/obsessive!đ, ellie gets off to eepy reader and they get off together on the couch yummyy... i think that's it?? ps ignore that ugly ass edited pic plsđ
.á.á âauthor's noteâ ďš this isn't like the movies, it's a đđđđ story. proofread by @sapphichotmess!!
˳¡Ëđ¤ During her childhood, Ellie had a stern and intimidating demeanor that unintentionally scared other kids away. Theyâd be too scared to approach her, let alone play or talk with her, which left her in solitude most of the time. She got used to playing by herself and spent her recess in the corner of the playground. During lunchtime, she would eat the dino nuggets that her dad had meticulously prepared for her while sitting alone at the lunch table (being picky about food, she only ever had dino nuggets and was firmly convinced that regular nuggets did not taste as good). She seemed to find solace in drawing and would spend hours sketching in her green notebook, lost in her world of imagination.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Maybe, just maybe, the kidsâ fear toward Ellie wasnât unmotivated. She loved to cause chaos and conflicts among the other kids. She would start small fights, encourage others to fight, push kids off swings, or even break their toys. Even more concerning was that she seemed to get a kick out of other peopleâs misery and would laugh at their distress and discomfort, which was why many feared and avoided being near her.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Joel would often find himself rushing to his daughterâs school, trying his best to convince the school officials that his sweet little girl could never do anything to hurt other kids. Despite being smart and quiet, Ellie would sometimes find herself in trouble for things she claimed she didnât do. She always stood her ground, insisting that if she ever did start something, it was only because another child had done something to her first. And, of course, her father always believed her and would go to great lengths to defend his baby girl.
Once, Joel was called to the principalâs office. When he entered the room, he saw the principal sitting behind his desk, looking stern and serious. Joel's heart sank, he could sense something was off. âMy daughter would nââ Joel tried to speak, but the principal cut him off without missing a beat.
âThe teacher saw her. She pushed Jason off the swing and kicked him,â the principal stated, his tone firm and authoritative.
Joel's eyes immediately darted to his sweet little angel, who was crying and pouting, giving him doe eyes as she shook her head to dismiss all the accusations. âNo, Dad, I didnât, I swear. He hit me first,â she said, trying to defend herself.
âHeard what she said? She didnât do it.â Joel always fell for that little dotted face. He would still stand by his beliefs no matter what the teachers or other kids' parents said.
His baby girl would never hurt anyone. He couldnât imagine her doing anything wrong.
˳¡Ëđ¤ You were never really scared of herâthe quiet, introverted girl. In fact, you were quite intrigued by her. She always seemed to be the odd one out, sitting in the corner of the classroom or standing far away across the playground, watching everything and everyone so intently. What really fascinated you about her was her attention to detail. She never missed a thing and could remember every single detail of everything, almost like she had a photographic memory or something.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellie was fascinated with you. Ever since you helped Ellie pick up the pencils she had accidentally dropped, she couldnât help but notice your gentle and soft smile, and from that moment on, she found herself unable to take her eyes off you. Sheâd just sit across the room, sipping on her apple juice box as she studied you curiously. To her, you were a delicate and pretty little girl, reminding her of a flower. She had always thought other kids werenât as bright as her and werenât good enough to be her friends, which led her to isolate herself from others. She thought of herself as better than everyone her age, and it was also why she would beat them up, finding them too stupid to put up with. But you were different. There was something about you that stood out to her, something that her childish brain couldnât quite put a finger on. It wasnât just your kindness, although that certainly played a big part in it. There was something more that made her feel like she wanted to be your friend, your close friend.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Even as a little kid, Ellie had always been a strategic and calculated person.
One day, she saw you playing in the sandbox and felt the urge to approach you, but she needed an excuse to do so. So, she concocted a plan. She told another kid that you had said something mean about him, knowing that he would confront you about itâJason was a little of a troublemaker from what she noticed, so she was certain it would work. In fact, when the little boy confronted you, and you denied it, he quickly became angry and pushed you, causing you to fall into the sand. The sand got all over your beautiful frilly clothes, making you feel embarrassed and upset, your bottom lip wobbling. Ellie saw this as her chance to approach you and comfort you.
She walked over to you and pushed the other kid, causing him to storm off. She quickly helped you up and offered you a slight smile, âYou canât let other kids treat you like that.â You nodded in agreement, grateful for her help, and threw yourself in her arms, hugging her tightly.
âThank you so much,â you uttered. She nodded and squeezed you, rubbing your back.
âMaybe we can watch each otherâs back from now on,â she suggested with a shy smile, the one that always fooled her dad as well.
You were beyond ecstatic at her offer. You had long admired her from afar, and the idea of being friends with her was something you had dreamed of for a long time, but your shy nature had always caused you to keep to yourself. Even to you, she seemed smarter compared to other kids. âCan you be my friend?â you asked with a toothless grin on your face, batting your lashes at her.
âYes, I would love to,â followed by âCan I show you my dinosaur collection?â
From that day on, you and Ellie became close friends, and her strategic and protective nature was always there to help you when you needed it.
˳¡Ëđ¤ You and Ellie have been inseparable, going through all the ups and downs of school and puberty together. She has been a constant source of support, always by your side through your best and worst days. You have shared countless memories and experiences over the years, and she has always been a true friend in every sense of the word. She was always there to protect you and stood up for both of you in any situation. You did everything togetherâyou laughed, cried, and confided in each other like you were the only two people in the world. You shared all your first-time experiences, like getting drunk for the first time, going to parties, and even sneaking out of your house at night just to see her or hang out. Her father quickly became like a second dad to you, someone you could look up to and trust. You have always felt like a part of their small family, spending time together, sharing meals, and celebrating holidays with them. Your friendship has only grown stronger over the years.
˳¡Ëđ¤ During middle school, Ellieâs behavior remained consistent. Even in the new environment, she continued to find ways to get herself in trouble. She had a habit of talking back to teachers, getting into physical fights with other students, and arguing with pretty much everyone, almost as if she couldnât contain herself; causing trouble was second nature to her. It was evident that she found pleasure in disrupting the peace wherever she went, which often landed her in serious trouble. Not that she cared, of course.
âMiss Williams, get your shoes off the desk. You are not at home, and you cannot do as you please,â The middle-aged teacher, who appeared to be in her late fifties, scolded her with a stern voice, her eyes narrowing with disapproval as she spoke. Her wrinkled forehead was furrowed with a frown, and her thin lips pursed tightly together. The teacherâs glasses, once perched on the bridge of her nose earlier, now hung from a chain around her neck as she continued to chastise the auburnette.
With a mischievous smirk on her face, the copper-brown-haired girl replied, âYou can bet your wrinkled ass Iâll do as I please,â causing the whole class to erupt in laughter.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellie couldnât help but feel a surge of anger when Cassie, a girl from math class, called you stupid. You were her best friend, and she couldn't bear the thought of someone insulting you like that. She wouldnât let anyone walk all over you. So, that same day, she approached Cassie after class with a fake calm demeanor and explained that her comments were hurtful and disrespectful. She initially tried to remain âpoliteâ to make you happy, but the situation quickly escalated to a physical fight. Unfortunately, this resulted in Cassie ending up in the nursesâ office with a broken bone. But she couldnât help it. She had to look out for you, and Cassie fucking deserved it.
˳¡Ëđ¤ It was always just you and Ellie hanging out together. Other kids werenât allowed to join you. Everyone in your school thought of you two as weirdos, but you didnât care, both preferring each otherâs company over anyone elseâs.
˳¡Ëđ¤ You spent everyday together, either at her place or yours. Homework, video games, comics, and movie marathons filled your time, but the one thing that truly brought you together was your shared obsession with horror movies. Youâd watch a new one each day, feeding off the adrenaline of jump scares and twisted plots. Ellie seemed to devour every film, but her favorites were always the slasher flicksâespecially the Scream series. The thrill of being scared out of your mind became your thing. Soon, though, it wasnât just the horror movies that captivated Ellie. She developed a deep fascination for true crime documentaries, and afternoons blurred into nights as the two of you sat in her room, binging tales of real-life terror, lost in your macabre little world together. You both would sit there, transfixed, eyes glued to the horror playing out on the screen, completely enthralled by the spine-tingling and mysterious events unfolding before you. The chilling stories on the screen drew you in, and your fascination with the morbid and the inexplicable would lead you to spend countless hours online reading creepypastas.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ You were each otherâs first kiss.
One Friday night, you went to Cassieâs house for a small partyâyes, the same Cassie that Ellie beat up and broke her arm. You guessed she had invited Ellie to get on her good side, considering their last fight. The poor girl was tired of fearing Ellie, but Ellie didnât like her one bit and never would. Your best friend was reluctant at the idea of being surrounded by too many people, but you convinced her to go with you, saying it mightâve been fun to do something different for once.
They kept teasing you, insinuating that you were more than just best friends. You were always around each other and touchy in ways that made them suspect that you were girlfriends. They noticed how you frequently held hands, hugged, and even kissed each other on the cheek. So, during a truth-or-dare game, they dared you to kiss your best friend.
You looked over at Ellie, feeling shy and uncertain. You were waiting for her to say something to stop you from going along with the dare, but to your surprise, she didnât. In fact, she had a small smile on her face, which made you feel more nervous for some reason. Feeling hesitant, you finally mustered up the courage to ask her, âCan I kiss you?â Your cheeks heated up as you spoke.
The freckled girl rolled her eyes, trying to make you feel like you were being dramatic, âItâs just a game.â
Finally, you leaned in and gave her a soft peck on the lips. Everyone in the room giggled and clapped their hands, but you couldnât shake off the feeling that something had changed between you and Ellie, yet neither of you dared to acknowledge it.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellie had always been very open about her attraction to girls. She never cared about what other classmates might have thought about her preferences. Even though they were not always accepting, they never dared to say anything negative to her face, fearing Ellieâs reaction to their comments. She openly rejected guys who showed interest in her, saying that she was not interested because she was a lesbian. Always commenting about pretty girlsâand man, if that didnât make you jealous. Youâd often feel this intense jealousy inside you every time she talked to other girls or whenever other girls would approach her, even if she always rejected them, 99,9% of the time.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Why 99,9% and not 100%? Well, because another girl named Cat entered the picture. From the very start, it was clear that Cat was head over heels for Ellie, and how could you blame her? Sheâd blush every time Ellie glanced her way, always laughing obnoxiously at your best friendâs puns, even when they were terribleâand that was, like, all the time. She would also go out of her way to shower her with small gifts, all of which Ellie would accept with a sly grin that you found infuriating. Sheâd get her snacks and pass her cute little notes during classes, and the worst part was that your friend began to reciprocate Catâs feelings, and the two of them grew even closer. You tried to accept their âfriendshipâ but found it increasingly difficult; watching them together became too much to bear, and you knew you had to take care of it. You never liked sharing, not even as a kid, so why start now with the most important person to you?
As the lesson dragged on, you grew more restless, your thoughts tangled in a knot of anxiety. You needed to have a little chat with Cat. Urgently. Unable to focus any longer, you raised your hand, asking the teacher if you could go to the toilet. When he gave you a nod in response, you hurried out of the classroom, your pulse quickening as you slipped through the quiet hallways. Reaching into your pocket, you pulled out a small Post-it note, your fingers trembling slightly as you scrawled a quick message:
âMeet me in the bathroom after third period.
â Ellie :)Â â
You carefully folded the note and slid it into Cat's locker, hoping she would see it soon. The next few hours felt like an eternity. You kept checking the clock, counting down the minutes until the third period. Finally, the bell rang, and you made your way to the bathroom, hoping Cat would be there.
As you entered the bathroom, you saw her standing there with a big smile. The same smile that faded in an instant as she saw you instead of the girl she liked. You greeted her with a mischievous grin and asked her if she was waiting for Ellie.
âYeah, she told me to come here after third period,â the raven-haired girl responded, looking puzzled.
âDid she, or did I?â you giggled. Cat took a small step back, suddenly feeling creeped out by the way you were looking at her, almost as if you were planning to hurt her. You had never started fights in school or caused any sort of trouble, though Cat feared you. Maybe it was the endless rude comments you threw her way at any chance you got or the little things you did when Ellie wasnât watching to make her feel threatened.
âIs this some sick joke?â surprise flashed across her features before a more terrorized look replaced it.
âStop seeing her, donât come near her, stop talking to her, donât even look her way,â you demanded. Your tone was firm, almost possessive, as you stepped closer. She backed away with each step you took.
âWha-â Cat tried to speak, but you cut her off.
âI catch you lookinâ at her again, I wonât be as nice.â you threatened.
âI wonâtâIâll stop talking to her,â she stammered nervously, her voice trembling. A few sniffles escaped her before she ran off, mumbling her sorrys on her way out.
âI hope you mean it.â She was already out of the bathroom, but you were sure she had heard you loud and clear.
And you werenât even gonna feel bad. She deserved it. How dare she come near the most important person in your life? What was she planning to do? Take her away from you? You sure as hell werenât gonna let that happen.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellie was struggling to understand why Cat had suddenly started ignoring her like a deadly disease. It was almost perplexing that the brunette wouldnât even look at her, and whenever Ellie tried to approach her to talk, Cat would leave the conversation abruptly, only briefly glancing over at her. It was particularly puzzling to the redhead as she could not recall any misunderstanding or disagreement between them that could have caused such a drastic change in Catâs attitude towards herâfor once, she was nice to someone who wasnât you, and this was the result? She felt confused and soon enough began to harass the girl, making sure her life was a living hell at school. How dare Cat ignore her? She wasnât even that smart or pretty. Ellie only ever liked the attention she'd get from her; she was there just to boost her ego, and now she was ignoring her?
˳¡Ëđ¤ As you both entered high school, you remained inseparable, sticking to the shadows for the first few years, trying to blend in and avoid unwanted attention. Neither of you joined clubs or sports teams, preferring to keep to yourselves and steer clear of socializing. But by junior year, the routine started to feel stifling, and restlessness set in. You both realized you wanted moreâsomething bigger than just being on the sidelines. Your best friend took the leap first, joining the soccer team, eager to break out of the monotony and possibly make new friends. She thrived there, quickly falling in love with the gameâs intensity and the adrenaline that came with it. She never lost that sense of superiority, thoughâdeep down, she believed she was different, better than the people around her. She stood out, and she knew it. You, on the other hand, joined the cheerleaders team. Dancing and performing had always been a passion, and it seemed like a perfect way to get involved. But as you spent time with other girls, you couldnât help but notice how wrapped up they were in things that felt trivial to youâobsessed with popularity, looks, and gossip. It was hard to feel like you fit in, knowing damn well you didnât. While your best friend thrived on her sense of superiority, you were left feeling like an outsider, trapped in a group you didnât belong in.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ever since you joined the cheerleading team, you stood out from the crowd. Your undeniable beauty did not go unnoticed, and soon enough, boys began to show interest in you. Every week, a different guy would try to catch your attention, hoping to ask you out or make a move on you. But Ellie was fiercely protective of you, claiming that none of these guys were good enough for you, whether it was a potential friend or partner. She would always find a way to scare them away, making it clear that you werenât interested, always there reminding you that you were way too amazing for all of them and that no one could ever understand you like she did, even if they tried. She did not want anyone she deemed unworthy of your time to come close to you, and you liked it that way. To you, that was your definition of love.
ââso he just fell in front of the whole class, he couldnât even-â You were interrupted by the sound of your name being called from across the room. Your best friend was out sick, missing all the juicy details, but before you could finish the story and turn to see who it was, the auburn-haired girl beside you spun around first. Her brows knit together almost instantly, and you could see the flicker of jealousy in her eyes. Her expression darkened as she processed the moment, clearly thrown off by the sudden attention directed your way.
A kid you knew from theater class was walking toward you with a nervous smile, carefully holding a flower, making sure not to prick himself on the sharp thorns of the beautiful red rose.
âHey, I just wanted to ask you if-â He didnât even need to finish his sentenceâshe was already prepared to go off on him as if heâd just insulted her entire family. In reality, he hadnât even noticed a fuming Ellie standing right beside you. Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, eyes locked on him with an intensity that made you sure if looks could kill, heâd already be dead. You opened your mouth to say something, but Ellie quickly raised her hand in front of you, silencing you instantly. She was going to handle this, just like always.
âWhat makes you think she would ever go out with a loser like you?â Ellie hurled venomous words his way, leaving the poor guy stuttering and stumbling over his response. His face flushed bright red as if all the blood had rushed to his cheeks. He stood there, frozen in shock, his mouth hanging open like a fish gasping for air.
His eyes darted nervously between you and the girl at your side, clearly unsure what to do next. He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words to express himself, his expression desperate as if he was silently begging for a reaction from you, anything. But before he could even get a syllable out, Ellie cut him off again, shutting him down before he could speak.
âHeard what I said? She is not interested,â she repeated, but this time, her voice was tinged with impatience.
âIâm sorry, I justâtake this.â He handed you the flower, looking utterly defeated. As soon as it was in your hands, he turned around and walked away hastily, like a puppy with its tail tucked between its legs.
She watched the guy walk away, her leaf-hued eyes fixed on him, unwilling to let go of the sight. Her face was slightly scrunched up in annoyance, her mind clearly racing with thoughts as she seemed lost in her world. After a while, she finally tore her gaze away from him and glanced at you briefly as if snapping back to reality. She let out a small âtsssskâ under her breath, trying to collect herself and shake off the jealousy lingering in the pit of her stomach.
âJesus, El. Youâre evil,â You let out a small giggle and brought your hand to your mouth to cover it up.
âMight have to kill half the school just for you,â She suddenly joked with a grin. She snatched the rose out of your hand and threw it on the floor forcefully. Red petals scattered on the ground as you both continued walking. Ellie made sure to stomp on the flower.
She always had a very dark humor, which sometimes left you wondering if she meant any of what she said. She always spoke in such a serious tone, but maybe it was just her sarcasm being that way. Her words were often laced with a hidden meaning, and she had a way of making you question your interpretations, but you laughed at her joke anyway.
˳¡Ëđ¤ So, were you surprised when a few students started going missing?Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ The leader of the cheerleaders that always gave you a hard time? Gone.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellie was your biggest fan, always showing up to watch your cheerleading practices. Manspreading on the benches, her gaze never left you, not daring to miss a single move. The sight of you, all sweaty with wisps of hair escaping your ponytail, only made you look cuter in her eyes. She loved seeing you in that little cheerleader uniform. Whenever you smiled and glanced at her, her heart would thunder in her chest. It was as if her whole world revolved around those fleeting glances and spontaneous smiles youâd throw her way. You were awfully adorable.
What Ellie found far less adorable was how the head cheerleader constantly picked on you, always putting you down. What frustrated her even more was that you just let it happen. In her mind, Amanda wasnât better than youâno one could even come close to you. To Ellie, you were perfect, and she wished you could see it too.
When she saw you walking toward her, she quickly set aside the leather-bound journal she had been scribbling in, placing it on the empty spot next to her as she greeted you with a warm smile.
âYouâre doing great, beautiful,â She turned to grab her backpack, which had been thrown carelessly on the empty benches behind her. Her tattooed arm reached inside the already unzipped, worn-out bag.
âYeah, you say that, like, every single time.â You sat on the bench next to her, sweat beading on your forehead as you let out a slight huff, feeling winded after your practice.
ââs true though.â She pulled out a small towel and handed it to you with a gentle smile. She was always considerate, constantly looking out for you and ensuring you were taken care of. She expressed her love for you through these little gestures, like bringing things she thought you might need in her green backpack. Her obsession with you was apparent in how she hovered over you, but you couldn't deny that it was comforting to have someone care for you so deeply. That was loveâreal loveâand you had never experienced that from anyone else.
âGoood, youâre so perfect,â you accepted the towel from her outstretched hand and began to pat your forehead, feeling some relief from the heat. But a little towel wasnât the only thing she brought for youâshe also handed you a refreshing bottle of water to quench your thirst and a cherry-flavored lollipop as a little treat. You couldnât help but smile at the sight of that beloved childhood candy in your hand.
A soft smile spread across her lips when your words reached her ears, and she looked away, her gaze drifting toward the horizon. Her shoulders lifted ever so slightly in a subtle shrug, âOh, I knowâ her elbows propped up on her knees as she leaned forward. She was deep in thought, and her hands were intertwined. You took a few sips of your water and unwrapped a lollipop, both of you fell silent, completely focused on watching Amanda, who was the target of Ellie's intense gaze, she was studying her.
âSheâs a bitchâ the freckled girl next to you muttered under her breath. You hummed in agreement, savoring the sugary goodness. âWhy do you even let her speak to you that way?â she shook her head in disapproval, you could feel her gaze on you even if you weren't looking at her.
âWhat do you want me to do? Sheâs the leader, El. Sheâll throw me out of the team if I confront her.â You reached up to your mouth and pulled the lollipop out with a loud smack noise, feeling a sense of defeat wash over you.
Ellie expressed her disagreement with a small scoff that barely registered on her plump lips, almost imperceptible. She picked up her journal once again and resumed whatever she was doing, and the silence between the two of you fell once again, punctuated only by the sound of the pencil scratching across the page.
When you looked down at her journal, you couldnât help but notice a drawing she was making of Amanda. The drawing portrayed Amanda in a rather disturbing manner, physically harmed with a knife in her chest. The details of the drawing were quite graphic, and you could tell she had put a lot of effort and passion into it.
âOh, well...that's detailed,â you commented, still sucking on your lollipop, savoring the sweet taste in your mouth. You noticed a small curl of her lips as if she felt proud of her drawing skills. âBut thatâd be too messy,â you added, her head shot up to look at you.
âYeah? How would you do it then?â she asked, almost challenging you to come up with a better idea for the hypothetical scenario.
âThe bitchâs allergic to almonds,â Your eyes were fixed on Amanda, who was laughing with her friend. Ellie raised her brows at you, an amused smile appearing on her lips.
âThatâs it? A good olâ accidental allergy reaction? Whereâs the fun in that?â you shrugged at her words.
âNo blood, no traces, itâd be harder to get caught,â you explained, proving your point. It was logical and more calculative than her hypothesis.
âTrue but stabbing her to death seems funnier, I dunno.â She inhaled deeply, leaning back into her bench, her back pressed on the benches behind her. âHearing them beg for mercy, scream in pain, and the look in their eyesâŚâ She went on, entirely absorbed in her twisted narration. As she spoke, the details grew darker and more grotesque with each word. You watched her, bewildered, struggling to tell if this was still just a âwhat ifâ game. When Ellie finally realized you hadnât responded, she looked over at youâthe familiar warmth in her eyes had drained away, leaving something sharper, emptier, a chill that made you feel as though you were staring into someone else entirely.
âAnd where would you hide the body?â you asked.
She smiled sadistically, almost as if she already had an answer ready for that question. âI know the perfect place for that kind of thing.â she put down her journal, her emeralds back on you as she told you about the place she had in mind.
âNo one would ever look there,â You agreed, giving her a nod, the cherry taste of the candy lingering as you let the sweetness melt off your tongue, an amused grin playing at the corners of your mouth. The plan was actually well-thought-outâimpressively so.
âI told you,â she said softly, her gaze darted between your lips and the lollipop.
âOh? Want some?â you teased, holding the lollipop just a breath away from her. Slowly, you edged the glistening, saliva-coated candy toward her, and she parted her lips, wrapping them around it, savoring the artificial cherry taste with a quiet hum of satisfaction.
Her fingers replaced yours on the stick, her fingertips brushing lightly over yours, lingering just a little too long. She held your gaze, her eyes softened, almost entranced, though the depth of that look was something you couldnât quite place. In reality, she was gazing at you enamored, her pupils wide open, but you were completely oblivious to her feelings and failed to pick up on her infatuation.
Shortly after that day, Amanda was gone. Disappeared into thin air, nowhere to be found. You knew it wasnât adding up, especially when you asked Ellie about it. Sheâd be so nonchalant, like she had nothing to do with her it. But you knew she was lying. Did you care about that stupid cunt being gone? Absolutely not. You soon became the leader of the cheerleaders, and everyone looked up to you.
˳¡Ëđ¤ The girl who was grinding on you at Danielâs party? Found dead the morning after.
˳¡Ëđ¤ The first few months of college had set in, and you were already drowning in a sea of assignments and deadlines, feeling overwhelmed and stressed out. To stay close to you, Ellie took the bold step of enrolling in the same college as you. She even went as far as to choose the same majorâPsychologyâjust to be in the same classes as you, ensuring that you both had the same schedule, did the same assignments, and even hung out with the same people.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ It was ironic, really, how someone as anti-social and apathetic as her would pursue a field that involved studying human behavior and emotions. But she did it anyway because the mere thought of being away from you for even a second was unbearable to her. She didnât want anyone else to get closer to you or share the dorm with you, so she followed you and moved in with you because no one could take care of you better than her. You both decided to get an apartment together to share the bills and responsibilities of living independently. Your parents were more than willing to support you financially, making sure that you had everything you needed for college and the apartment. You were attached by the hip, and wherever you went, she was there with you, and whenever she wasn't, you became nervous and anxious, wondering what she was doing and if everything was okay. It was as if you had become too dependent on her, and the thought of being alone scared you. But the dependency was mutual; she needed you just as much as you needed her.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellie was not a fan of parties and preferred staying home, indulging in horror movies while getting high with you. However, when you told her about Danielâs Halloween party, she knew she had to accompany you to ensure your safety and protect you from any potential creeps. You had been eagerly waiting for Halloween, your favorite holiday, and Ellie didn't want you to miss the opportunity to dress up and have a good time. Despite her initial reluctance, she was somewhat excited, not for the party itself but because she finally had a reason to wear the ghostface costume that had been sitting in her closet, untouched and unused.Â
Ellie was already ready, her costume simple but somehow annoyingly perfectâbut that was the price that came with being effortlessly beautifulâand her Ghostface mask thrown lazily on her shoulder. She stood at the bathroom entrance, arms crossed, eyes unwavering as they followed you. You slipped into the tight black dress, pulling it into place with a little struggle as it hugged every curve. You, on the other side, loved taking care of every little detail of your makeup and costume, ensuring your appearance was always on point. âI hate these things,â she muttered under her breath, brow furrowed, though her gaze was anything but annoyed as it lingered on your body.
With her hip pressed against the doorframe, she watched as you adjusted the neckline, her head tilted to the side, eyes scrutinizing each inch of skin exposed. âWhyâd you have to pick something so revealing?â she asked, voice low, almost a grumble.
You sighed, rolling your eyes playfully. âItâs Halloween, Ellie,â you huffed out, âI can wear whatever I want. Don't be such a buzz kill.â
âI meant for Halloween parties. Last year, you were that damn sexy nurse. This year, itâs a tight dress. Whatâs next? A slutty bunny?â the freckled girl quipped, her lips curling up into a wry smile as she raised an eyebrow at you, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She let out a light chuckle, the sound echoing softly in the small bathroom.
âAnd youâre here complaining,â you retorted with a mischievous grin as you reached for your high heels and effortlessly slid your feet into them. You took a few confident steps towards her, giving her a complete view of your stylish outfit. Her eyes roamed up and down your body. Your dress hugged every curve, revealing just enough skin to accentuate her drool. She licked her lips, imagining what she could do with you in that skimpy outfit, but she had to keep her hands to herself, unfortunately.Â
âYou look fucking amazing.âÂ
You gave her a soft smile, turning toward the mirror and reaching for your makeup bag on the countertop. âJust need to fix my makeup, and weâre all set,â you informed her, pulling out your favorite berry pink gloss and a tube of mascara, both essentials for tonight.
Ellie let out a low chuckle from the doorway, fingers tapping lazily on the frame. âYouâre gonna make me want to commit murder tonight,â she joked, eyes flicking over you as you leaned in closer to the mirror.
Without looking away from your reflection, you rolled your eyes, your long lashes nearly brushing against your brows. âOh, shut up. Youâll survive,â you replied, carefully gliding the gloss over your lips.
She sighed, tipping her head back against the doorframe. âHonestly, I donât know why weâre even going. Itâs gonna be full of drunk assholes, all crowding around like moths.â
âCâmon, El, itâs gonna be fun,â you insisted, catching her eye in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, exhaling dramatically.
âOh, yeah, canât wait to watch people hitting on you,â she drawled, her voice heavy with sarcasm.
You snorted, giving her a smirk as you grabbed your mascara. âWell, thank God Iâll have you by my side, scaring them all away.â
âDamn right,â she shot back, and you both chuckled.
Finishing up, you turned on your heels to face her, your eyes locking with hers. The two of you were only inches apart now, close enough to share each unspoken word in the air between you. âSo, what do you think? How do I look?â you questioned, seeking her approval, though you knew the answer already.
Ellieâs gaze drifted over you, her lips twitching into a scoff. âYou already know you look hot,â she murmured, unable to hide a small smirk. She seemed momentarily lost as she looked at you, her green eyes flitting from your lips to your eyes, drawn in despite herself. You felt a pulse of satisfaction at her reaction, the way her attention lingered on you.
âEllieâŚâ you murmured, leaning a bit closer, your voice dropping to a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. She licked her lips almost instinctively, her gaze dropping to your glossy ones, and the air between you grew thick, the energy snapping with tension.
â...Yeah?â she breathed, her voice barely audible.
Her breath hitched as you inched closer before coming to a halt. You smirked, tipping your head to the side. âCan I be your helpless victim?â you teased, catching her off guard with the unexpected line. Ellieâs face contorted into one of confused disbelief, and before you could hold it back, laughter escaped you at her expression.
In response, she gave your shoulder a playful shove, rolling her eyes as she fought a smile. âFuck you,â she groaned, a hint of laughter in her voice, and she ducked out of the bathroom, completely flustered, leaving you grinning after her.
When you arrived at the party, your best friend was glued to your side. She didnât want you to be alone for even a moment, telling you that sheâd stay sober to keep an eye on you in case you decided to drink. However, despite her best efforts, she lost track of you for just a few minutes. When she finally found you, she swore she felt her whole organs sink. You were dancing with a girl. Everything seemed to slow down, and jealousy and pure rage quickly built up inside her as she registered that girlâs hands guiding your hips as she ground on your ass and her lips devoured your neck.
When your gaze met hers, you couldnât help but notice the striking green color of her eyes had turned into an intense, almost ominous shade. Her jaw was tightly clenched, and you could feel a sense of discomfort creeping up on you. It was like you had crossed an invisible line and were now doing something you shouldnât do. Almost instinctively, you pushed the girl off of you, and before you could give the drunken girl an explanation, Ellie was already walking toward you.
âWeâre going back home,â She spoke with a harsh, demanding tone. She grabbed your wrist tightly and forcefully pulled you away from the girl you were dancing with. You didn't even have a chance to say goodbye or explain the situation as she dragged you away.
âWhy are you acting like this? Canât I make friends?â Your words were slightly slurred, the tipsiness settling in as you tried to pull your wrist from her grip, but Ellieâs hold was firm. You didnât want to leave the party yet; the night had just started and had been so much fun, and her urgency to get you out only made disappointment grow. The music and chatter gradually faded as she dragged you both toward the exit.
âDidnât look like a friend to me,â she muttered, voice sharp with an edge that cut through your drunk haze. âLooked more like she wanted to fuck you right there in front of everyoneâin front of me.â She cast a glance back at the party, the girl long gone already. âBesides,â she added, ââyou have me. I donât see why you need her.â There was an ache in her tone as if she felt betrayed by your actions, a hidden desperation she was trying to keep under wraps. Couldnât you see? She was right there, ready to be everything you needed, the one person who knew you better than anyone else.
You narrowed your eyes, pushing her, testing her. âSo what if she did want to fuck me? What are you, my girlfriend?â The words came out in a perfectly thought-out taunt to poke the emotions she preferred to keep hidden under the surface. You couldnât deny that youâd thought about it tooâwhat it would be like to actually be with her. Her green eyes darkened, shifting from their usual warmth to something intense and possessive, jealousy sparking in the depths.
It was rare for you both to argue, but this time it felt like there was something deeper brewing beneath the surface, something that had been sitting there gathering dust, waiting for the right moment to bubble out like scorching lava. There was a palpable tension in the air, more-than-friendly feelings in your eyes. Even a fool wouldâve been able to see the unspoken feelings and desires that neither of you could express aloud. Perhaps it was the fear of rejection or the uncertainty of how the other person felt kept you both from taking that step.
âI just donât want you getting hurt or taken advantage of.â She lied, her words sharp, unyielding, and tone laced with frustration and anger. That wasnât a complete lie, but it was still not the whole truth. She took a slow, deep breath to calm herself down.
Gradually, her tense body relaxed, and her previously sharp tone softened. âYouâre all I have.â As she spoke again, her eyes, which had been stern, took on a gentler expression, and you could sense vulnerability in her voice, suddenly yearning for âreassuranceâ. âIâm sorry for being rough. Itâs just⌠seeing anyone else with you just⌠fuck, I donât know why it pisses me off so much.âÂ
Ellie wanted you to believe she was reacting out of fear because she didnât want to lose you. But her motives were more complex than that. While it was true that she was afraid of losing you, her actions were purely driven by a sense of selfishness. She strongly believed that you were meant to be together and that it was only a matter of time until you realized she was the one for you.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered. âNo one could ever replace you, and I hope you know that.â With a gentle tug of her costume, you pulled her close. Your arms wrapped tightly around her, and you could feel the weight of her body press against yours as she leaned into you. As you held her, you could feel the tension slowly start to melt away, replaced by a familiar sense of safety that usually came with being in her arms.
âNo, youâre right. Iâm not your girlfriend, you can do whatever you wantâfuck whoever you want.â Her voice quivered with hesitation, and her heart felt like it was weighed down by a heavy burden. She almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than anything, the words tasting sour on her tongue.
She knew it wasnât normal to be so possessive of your best friend, no one acted this way toward their friends. So what was she supposed to do? Lock you up in a glass cage and never let you go? Although the idea was tempting she knew she had to set you freeâfree enough to find someone at least, even if it felt extremely wrong. What were the chances it would last?
˳¡Ëđ¤ Despite her promise to let you go, to let you be with whoever you wanted, the girl youâd danced with that night was found dead the following day, her body left in a state so brutal it was as if every ounce of someoneâs anger had been carved into her. The pieces didnât quite fit, but you couldnât bring yourself to confront itânot yet. Maybe it was all just a coincidence, a horrible coincidence.
˳¡Ëđ¤ And yet, every time the news flashed across the screen or a passing conversation brought it up, her casual comments made your blood run cold.
âOh, what a shame,â sheâd murmur, not a hint of genuine sympathy in her tone.Â
âGuess this is what happens when you hoe around,â sheâd remark, her voice steady, an almost imperceptible smirk ghosting her lips.
âHm⌠sucks. âs not even her best picture,â sheâd add, a detached sort of amusement glinting in her eyes.
˳¡Ëđ¤ When you tried to confront her and ask questions that had been gnawing at your mind, her responses were so calmâtoo calm, too controlled. Her voice was smooth as she answered, almost as if rehearsed as she tried to make you feel ridiculous for even asking.
âI was with you last night. What are you implying?â sheâd say, her tone just soft enough to make you question yourself. âYou sound crazy right now,â sheâd whisper, eyebrows raised in concern. âMaybe all these murders going on are messing with your head.â
With every word, she seemed to pull you deeper into self-doubt, her gaze softening, her voice laced with an almost painful sweetness. âAre you listening to yourself right now? I love you, but⌠youâre scaring me. Youâre being paranoid.â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Her words lingered, a shadow in your mind until you couldnât tell if it was your sanity or hers that was starting to slip.
˳¡Ëđ¤ The third person to disappear into thin air was your boyfriend.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Shortly after that heated argument with your best friend, you got into your first relationship. She gave you a little more freedom to talk to people, to socialize, but her jealousy flared whenever she saw you with himâor anyone else, for that matter.
God, why him? sheâd ask herself, the question gnawing at her each time she saw the two of you together. He wasnât exceptionally bright, his style was awful, and, to her, he wasnât even remotely attractive. Whenever he was around, sheâd mock him or throw out casual, biting jokes. She always seemed to be the only one laughing. Strangely enough, her snide remarks never fazed himâhe never seemed intimidated by her like other guys who quickly fell away, discouraged or unnerved after a few seconds of her scrutiny. But not him. He stuck around, seemingly immune to her attempts to chase him off.
So she took care of him.
You were left with nothing but a single message, his name lighting up your screen in a sudden, unexpected end. He said he had to break things off because he was moving out of town, needing a âclean break,â a âfresh start.â The words felt hollow, calculated, and as you read through the message, your emotions twistedâhurt, anger, betrayal, all swirling within you. It was your first relationship, and he had chosen to end it over a text message without any explanation or warning. You felt like you meant nothing to him, and the fact that he disappeared from your life without as much as a goodbye added insult to injury. You were upset, not because you were particularly in love with him, but because you hated the feeling of being rejected. You had always been in control, the one rejecting people, so it was a blow to your ego to be on the receiving end of a breakup.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellie, of course, had been there for you, providing support and care during this difficult time. She had to be here, because what kind of friend would she be if she wasn't there for you for something she had caused?
She squeezed you tighter, those strong, toned arms wrapping around you with an unbreakable and relentless grip. Her breath was hot on your neck as she murmured against your ear, lips grazing your skin with a smug smirk.
âI told you this would happen,â sheâd mutter, words slipping out with that intoxicating blend of annoyance and affection. Sheâd let her slender, cold fingers trace your spine in a way that left a shiver behind, and her hand would possessively rest on the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer.
âNo oneâno one will ever love you like I do. No one knows you like this. He could never do what I can.â
âYou shouldâve known better, angel.â There was a dark satisfaction in her voice, almost sounding like she was taunting you, leaning in just close enough for you to feel the heat of every word against your flesh. âTold you he wasnât the one for you, baby girl.âÂ
˳¡Ëđ¤ Not only did Ellie ensure that your boyfriend would never come anywhere near you, but now she seemed to be spending more time than ever clinging close to you, cuddling with you, and sharing the bed with youâall under the guise of offering you comfort.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Your friendship had always been intense and boundaryless, it had never been anything but healthy. And it had always been increasingly clear to anyone looking in from the outside that your relationship was more than platonic. Ellie had always been obsessed with you, and her love for you had bordered on devotion. But while others could see this, you remained oblivious to her true feelings, always wondering if she liked you back.
˳¡Ëđ¤ And thatâs when things started to change. Maybe it was the fact that you now lived together and got to spend every second with each other, or maybe it was the fact that your stupid boyfriend was out of the pictureâyou werenât sure, but you didnât mind, and neither did she. Slowly, it was back to just you and her again. Your boyfriend was nowhere to be seen, and there were no other distractions. It was just the two of you like it always used to be.
You were leaning back on the couch, a joint held between your lips, your eyes heavy and red as you focused on the big TV in front of you. It was Friday night, a time when everyone else would usually go out, but for you, it only meant one thing: movie night with Ellie. The living room was dark, except for the light cast from the TV, making your faces glow in the darkness. You let out a throaty chuckle, taking another hit before sinking deeper into the couch and passing the joint back to her.
You were rambling about random stuff as the movie went on, just filling in the background noise at first. Neither of you was really focused on the movie, too high to pay attention to what was happening on the screen. Your mind was wandering to other places, and it was easy to lose track of the scenes as they unfolded.Â
But then, a steamy scene suddenly caught both of your attention. You could feel the heat rising from the joint and maybe something else; the smoke filling your lungs and a fuzzy feeling spread throughout your body, filling you with a sense of relaxation and mellow contentment. But there was still a tiny fluttering sensation in your stomach, even though you knew it shouldn't be there. It was a strange feeling, like a soft and unexpected rush of excitement, and it made you feel both giddy and nervous all at once.
As you watched the steamy scene playing out in front of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Ellie licking her chapped and dry lips, her green, dilated eyes fixed like a laser on the screen. Her breathing was slightly faster, and you could feel her body tense up as she watched the scene. She didnât take her eyes off the screen for a second, as if her life depended on watching it.
âYâknow, you were my gay awakening,â she spoke suddenly, her husky voice breaking the silence and snapping you to attention. She stared at you, her eyes lingering on every part of your body before settling back on your face. It was a bold confession, coming out of nowhere, and suddenly, you felt your heart beating faster.
A dry chuckle slipped out of you, catching in your throat. Even though you were high and a little out of control, her admission had you feeling speechless.
âIs that so?â You ran your tongue across your bottom lip, trying to wet it as your throat suddenly felt parched and your pulse thrummed in your ears, hard and loud.
âHmmm-mmmh,â she hummed lazily in response, sounding almost like a low purr in your ear. Her hand rested on your bare thigh, squeezing gently, her touch delicate but firm. Heat pooled in your stomach almost instantly. âAlways thinking of you when I touch myself.â
âShow me.â You challenged her with a sultry tone.
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Ellie scoffed, her scarred auburn brows lifting in disbelief. Had she heard you right? She swore she was hallucinating. âWhat?â
âYou heard me. Touch yourself,â you commanded, your voice firm, leaving no room for doubt. The corners of your lips lifted into a smirk, the confidence in your gaze obvious.
âAnd youâre just gonna sit there and stare like a creep?â She shook her head slowly, an amused smile on her face as if she wasnât sure whether to take you seriously. But the soft chuckle and the way her eyes stayed locked on yours hinted that she was not entirely opposed to the idea.
âMaybe, maybe not.â You shifted on the couch, turning fully to face her, now closer than ever. Practically in her space, watching her, you could almost feel her heart about to explode. Those little pajama shorts you had on had her captivated. Her eyes kept slipping down, caught on how tightly they hugged your curves, tracing every inch of your legs and hips. She tried to keep her gaze on your face, but it was impossible to stop glancing lower.Â
âIf you do it, Iâll do it too,â you added, your voice dripping with temptation as her silence stretched out.
And with that, something in her snapped, a fuse blowing in her mind until the only thing left was pure, raw need. No hesitation, no questionsâjust her fingers reaching into her waistband, spurred on by that hungry look in your eyes.
You both sat there, legs spread, your hands slipping inside your panties, each of you putting on a show for the other.
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Ellieâs breath hitched, and her fingers moved with fervor, sending shivers down your spine. You couldnât help but watch, mesmerized by how her parted lips let out shallow breaths, quiet gasps escaping as her hand worked. She moved with purpose, fingers gliding through her wetness, quickening her pace to get you to keep up.Â
âDo what I do,â she groaned, her voice low and rough. You obliged, your fingers following her frantic rhythm.Â
âFuck, Ellie,â you moaned, biting back the whimper that her every move pulled out of you.Â
She didnât miss a thing, loving how you trembled and squirmed under her gaze, your body aching, practically begging. Her wildest fantasies were unfolding right in front of her, and she was greedy, wanting every sound, every gasp, every moan.
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âYou like that, yeah?â she rasped, her voice so rough it made your walls clench. The empty ache inside you was unbearable, your fingers slippery and soaked as you followed her every twist and stroke. You nodded, desperate, moans spilling out without restraint, each one making her move even faster. The sight of her, her touch, her ragged breaths was dizzying. She wanted to own every second, to make you crave her as much as she craved you.
Your needy voice rang out, soft and breathy, âMmmhh⌠need more, El.â You sounded so desperate, so whiny, it made her heart race. You were just so fucking pretty, and she couldn't stop thinking about how it would feel to have her fingers inside you, feeling every desperate pulse, every needy clench around her as you milked her fingers deliciously. Before she could even process the thought, you slid your other hand down, sinking two fingers past your folds with a soft sigh, filling yourself as deep as you could.Â
The sight made her breath hitch, a low moan slipping out as she watched, knowing that this image would be carved into her brain forever. She could already feel herself getting off to the thought of this moment, over and over again. Your fingers moved in sync, one hand teasing and torturing your clit while the other pumped inside, stroking that perfect spot that made your thighs tense and shiver. Ellie watched, her brows knitted, barely able to tear her eyes away from your sadly still-covered cunt.
âGod,â she gasped, her chest heaving as she took in every pretty little expression, every sound slipping from your lips as you finger-fucked yourself. She was beyond turned on, completely mesmerized by how good you looked, and couldnât hold back any longer. With her hand still buried in her boy shorts, she flicked her clit faster, fingers rubbing in desperate, frantic messy circles as she got swept up in the sight of you. âSo fuckinâ needy,â she taunted, her voice low and hoarse.
âGonna...gâna cum,â you whined, eyes squeezed shut, breaths coming out in short, shaky bursts. In a move that sent a shiver down your spine, Ellie reached out and gently tugged your hand away from your shorts, intertwining her fingers with yours.Â
âMe tooâwanna cum with you, need you close,â she gasped, her words breaking into soft moans as her own high built. She squeezed your hand tight, needing the contact as her hips jerked up, chasing her release. Your other hand kept moving, your fingers hitting that perfect, spongy spot again and again untilâ
âIâm coming!â you cried out, your moans reaching a pitch that filled the room, echoing through the walls, your fingers slamming into yourself as you came, waves of pleasure crashing over you.Â
âOoooh fuck!â Ellie groaned, her hips bucking as she rubbed herself faster, her hand squeezing yours hard as she climaxed, her voice hoarse and breathless.Â
You sat there, chests heaving, bodies still trembling in the aftermath, catching your breaths in silence as the euphoria slowly faded. For a moment, neither of you moved. Then, gradually, reality seeped back in as you both glanced at each other, feeling completely blissful. Her lips pulled into a soft smile, cheeks flushed as her thumb absentmindedly stroked the back of your hand.
Feeling a rush of warmth, you leaned back, wiping your fingers on the soft fabric of your pajama shorts, a quiet contentment settling over you. Ellie tugged gently at your tank top, silently inviting you to come closer. You obliged, sinking into her embrace as she wrapped her arms around you. She pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, whispering in her dazed, dreamy voice about how perfect the moment had been, dropping little words of affection sheâd usually never say out loud. With the weed still buzzing in her system, it all slipped out way too easily.
You drifted off in her arms, her warmth and steady breaths lulling you to sleep as the TV murmured softly in the background.
˳¡Ëđ¤ It was as though her infatuation with you intensified after that night, if that was even possible. She couldnât get you out of her mind, and her focus on every little detail of your appearance became more and more pronounced. You were all she could draw, your lips, your nose, your brows, your eyes. She was convinced that she was the only one who truly appreciated your beauty. She believed that everyone else was too superficial to appreciate you for who you really were. To her, no one else deserved youânot like she did. You were the center of her world, and she couldnât stop thinking about you. You were like a drug to her, and she craved you more than anything else, her mind was consumed with thoughts of you.
˳¡Ëđ¤ There was this sick habit of hers, one that sheâd never admit out loud but couldnât shake. Every night, she watched you as you slept, eyes glued to how your oversized shirt barely hung onto your curves. It was like she was waitingâno, hopingâfor that shirt to ride up just a little bit more, enough to give her a full view of those soft legs and the tiny slip of fabric that barely covered you.Â
You always seemed so relaxed, so at ease around her, never thinking twice about what you wore, especially when you two shared a bed. Youâd just crawl under the covers, no pants, no bra, just that soft, baggy shirt. And every time, it drove her wild. Part of her wondered if you knew exactly what you were doing, the way youâd stretch and twist, giving her those little glimpses that made her pulse raceâand to answer her silent dilemma, yes, you were doing it on purpose.Â
She couldnât look away. Her hand would slip under her waistband, touching herself as her eyes roamed over you, desperate for more than just a view. She couldnât resist ever since she admitted sheâd been touching herself to the thought of you for as long as she could remember.Â
Even you could feel the tension every time her eyes lingered on your body or lips. Every time she shifted closer, her fingers grazing your thigh just a little too long just to pull away again, chickening out. All you wanted was for her to close that painful gap, to stop playing around and just touch you the way you knew she wanted to. Every night was a silent invitation, a wordless game where every move you made was another way to get her attention, pushing her until she couldnât stand it any longer.
Ellie licked her lips, her eyes glued to the sight beside her. Watching you sleep like this always turned her onâit was the combination of âinnocenceâ, vulnerability, and sheer beauty that did it. The slight roll of your shirt had exposed just enough skin to make her heart race, her mind filled with naughty thoughts. You were never aware of how much she wanted to feel you and touch you inappropriately, but she knew it might ruin your friendship, and she couldnât risk it.Â
Feeling her arousal increasing with every passing second, she slipped her hand under the covers. She knew it was wrong; she shouldn't be doing this while you were asleep next to her, sleeping peacefully as she came all over her fingers at the sight of your half-exposed bodyâbut that didnât stop her from doing it anyway. The temptation was too strong, and it was impossible to resist you.
âFuck... Youâre killing meâŚâ she thought to herself, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. It was late at night, and she couldn't resist anymore.
Without hesitation, she slid her hand into her shorts and started playing with herself. Her green, concentrated eyes never left your body, studying every curve and dip hungrily. Calloused fingers brushed against her sensitive nub gently, her hips slightly jerking away from her hand. She was so sensitive; you had her pussy throbbing like crazy, and the worst part was that you didnât even do shit. It was her fault, her perverted and filthy mind's fault. But good lord, if she would sell all her organs to touch you. âThe fuck are you doinâ to meâŚâ she murmured under her breath as she played with her wetness, feeling how messy you made her.
When her fingers returned to her clit, circling it gently, her breath hitched. She knew she had to be quiet; you were occasionally a light sleeper, and she couldn't risk getting caught. She parted her legs further apart as she kept teasing her clit slowly. âGodâŚâ She whispered, her breath coming out in short, shallow gasps, causing her voice to be soft and sultry as she rubbed herself with increasing tempo. There was no hesitation or inhibition, just raw, unadulterated desire dripping from every fiber of her being. So fucking nasty. She wondered what your reaction would be if you woke up and caught her in the act, but, yet again, there was something exhilarating about the risk, about the idea of you seeing her in the middle of her filthy act. Her face flushed as she imagined this, her mind filled with naughty scenarios as she rubbed herself harder and faster.Â
âMmph... so beautifulâŚâ Her eyes never left your body, even while touching herself. For some reason, it felt so good knowing you were just inches away, unaware of what she was doing. She couldn't help but fantasize about you pleasing herâshe needed your fingers, you, and she also fantasized about reciprocating the favor. âCan't wait to taste you... touch youâŚâ She mumbled, lost in her fantasies. Her body trembled slightly from anticipation, she was close. âMmm... fuck... gonna cumâ Her voice was strained, increasing the pressure on her throbbing clit. It was becoming challenging to stay quiet, and she just hoped you wouldn't wake up to this.
When she did come, she pulled her damp and sticky hand out of her boxers, sucking her fingers clean before turning her head slightly to look at you, admire you. You laid there sleeping like an angel, your hair cascading down your face. She watched you with mixed emotions.Â
Ellieâs chest rose and fell rapidly as she breathed, and her forehead was damp with sweat, her red-brown hair sticking to her freckled lush skin. Despite the guilt she knew she should be feeling, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She promised herself she wouldnât do it again, but deep down, she knew it was merely the first of many more.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ The more she did it, the more confident and bold she became, convinced that youâd never catch her.
˳¡Ëđ¤ One night, you had a bit too much soda before falling asleep. As the night wore on, you began to slowly wake up, feeling the urge to go to the bathroom.
She was so caught up in the moment that she didnât notice the slight shift beside her. Your eyes fluttered open just wide enough to catch a glimpse of her hand moving under the covers. Her pale face was flushed, a blush covered her cheeks and her cute nose, her skin coated with a light sheen of sweat. She was biting down on her bottom lip, her eyes tightly shut, trying to keep herself quiet, while her tattooed arm was stuffed deep inside her boxers. Her toned abs tensed up subtly as her perky tits peeked through her black t-shirt, jiggling with every tiny movement she made.
Fuck, what a sight. You thought you were dreaming. Hell, you were sure of it. Why would she even do that next to you? You knew you shouldâve done or said something, but the sight of your best friend pleasuring herself right beside you only made your pussy throb madly, and the way she dirty-talked to herself to make herself cum. God.
You squeezed your thighs together, pretending to be asleep. Her soft moans made you feel indescribable things, and you felt yourself getting increasingly wet; it felt like torture to lay there and pretend to be asleep while she pleasured herself like that, but at the same time, it was addictive.Â
So, instead of confronting her, you decided to play along.
Wearing slutty thongs to bed became your new routine, and of course, it didnât take Ellie too long to notice. Some nights, you could feel her lifting your beloved oversized shirt up just a bit to take a better look at your body. It was hard to suppress a smile, but you managed.
âA fucking thong, really? God.â you could hear her mutter quietly.
Sheâd mumble random shit like, âWanna fuck you real bad,â when she was close to her orgasm.Â
Youâd often shift a bit too close to her to make her freak out, interrupting her imminent orgasm. It was entertaining hearing her panic and freeze. The little sigh of relief she'd let out when she looked over you to make sure you were âsleepingâ was even cuter to you.
˳¡Ëđ¤ One day, while doing the laundry, your eyes caught a flash of red fabric peeking out of her sweatpants, tucked deep inside the pocket. A brief moment of recognition made you realize it was your thong, one that you had lost long ago. And you remembered vividly how you had always wondered where it had gone. You knew Ellie had something to do with itâindeed, you were not wrong. âPerv,â you let out a breathy chuckle as you withdrew the thong from her pocket and tossed it inside the washing machine.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Though you couldnât say shit. You werenât really in a position to, not when you had stolen her boxersâthe very ones she had made a mess of the other night, getting off to your âinnocentâ form in that thong, all sprawled out for her eyes only. Unlike her, you had tucked it away, ensuring sheâd never find itâin your bottom drawer, buried beneath a pile of neatly folded clothes.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Everything had been rainbows and roses since your boyfriend was out of the picture, leaving Ellie with you all to herself, just as she liked it. Sheâd half-expected this wouldnât last forever, but she didnât think it would unravel so soon, too soon.
After your shower, wrapped only in a towel, you realized youâd forgotten to grab fresh clothes. Too lazy to trek back to your room, you decided Ellieâs closet would do just fine. âEl! Iâm borrowing your clothes!â you called out, already swinging open her closet door without waiting for a response. The woody, warm scent of her filled the small space, mingling with the crisp smell of laundry detergent.
Your gaze drifted downward, catching on a gym bag lying half-zipped. The black fabric looked dull under the dim light, but something about it drew you in. There were dark stains on the shirt peeking outâa rusted, dried red that had you swallowing hard. Right next to it sat a Ghostface mask, its hollow, grinning face staring up at you, taunting you, like it knew something you didnât.Â
Just then, Ellieâs voice cut through the silence, a little too rushed, a little too panicked. âWait, Iâll get it for you!â You heard her footsteps nearing, but by the time she appeared in the doorway, you were already crouched down, inspecting the items, your fingers clutching your boyfriendâs shirtânow stiff with dried bloodâand a stained knife in the other.
She froze, her already pale face drained of color as your eyes met. She didnât say a thing, didnât try to explain or reach out. She simply stood there, like a deer caught in headlights, waiting for you to make the first move.
âWhat the fuck?â you choked out, anger tangling in your throat. Your voice cracked, but you didnât let it stop you. âWhy do you have this, Ellie?!â The words were sharp, edged with accusation, and your fingers tightened around the shirt, clinging to the blood-soaked fabric like it was proof of a reality she couldnât deny.Â
Ellie flinched, cursing herself for not getting rid of that piece of evidence. Maybe it was the procrastination, or perhaps she was just too wrapped up in youâyou had that effect on her. Her expression flickered between panic and something else, something guarded, as if she were mentally scrambling to find the right lie to feed you.
âI swear, itâs not what it looks like.â Her voice was low, almost eerily calm, meant to keep you from losing your mind and freaking out even more, but it was doing the opposite. âSit down. I can explain. I promise.â She inched closer, coaxing you back toward her bed, trying to control the situation, as if talking you down would make all of this disappear. But you stepped away from her, backing toward the closet instead.
âThen fucking explain,â you demanded, your voice rising, heat flooding your cheeks as your pulse hammered. Your eyes trailed down to the Ghostface mask lying on the floor, and you kicked it toward her. âWhat the hell are you doing with all this shit? With my boyfriendâs shirt?â
âEx-boyfriend,â she corrected you, as if that made a difference in the moment. But she cared enough about it to not hold her tongue. You scoffed in disbelief at her correction, and your stern look only prompted her to keep talking, desperate to answer your question. âI found it in the trash,â she began, her tone too smooth, her words practiced. âI was going to take it to the cops.â But you both knew that was a shitty excuse. The explanation hung in the air, feeble and hollow, cracking under the weight of your inquisitor glare.
âThatâs a fucking lie, and you know it,â you spat, tightening your grip on the knife, its sharp tip now aimed right at her.Â
âJust sit down, please. Iâll tell you everything.â Her words spilled out, each one more frantic than the last, thick with desperation as she inched closer, hands reaching out like she was steadying herselfâor preparing to corner you.
You held your ground, pressing your back into the cold closet door, âNo, fuck that!â you snapped, refusing to let her control the moment. Her jaw tightened, and in an instant, she lunged forward, catching your wrist and forcing it up against the wood, pinning the knife-holding hand in place.
âListen to me!â she growled, her voice growing louder, almost vibrating with a tension that rippled between you, making you quiver. Her face was close, too close, so close that her warm breath hit your face, and her eyes locked onto yours, wild verdants unwavering, staring into your dilated pupils.
âDonât fucking touch me!â you shouted, fury shaking the air between you as you pulled at her iron-tight grip. But it was useless. You were sick of her lies, of her half-truths. All you truly desired was for her to lay it all bare for you âcause you werenât fucking dumb, and deep down, you knew it. You had known all along. Her grip only tightened, her knuckles turning white against your skin as her breaths came fast. This Ellie was raw, untamedâa far cry from the girl you had around every day. But in this harsh intensity, there was something real, something youâd been craving for.
âYou wanna know the truth? Fine!â Her voice rose, each word bitten off, hard enough to make you flinch. She gazed down at the bloodstained shirt sprawled across the floor, her face hardening, âYeah, thatâs his. And yeah, thatâs his blood. He deserved what he got.âÂ
âWhat the fuck, Ellie, you had no fucking rightââ She slammed her other hand against the wooden surface of her closet door, inches away from your head, causing you to cut off your words before they could be fully uttered.
âHe was cheating on you!â she interrupted you, her voice rough with anger, her face flushing red. âI saw him, alright? With that girl from the barâthe one you were always paranoid about. I fucking saw him with her. So yeah, I followed him, and things got⌠out of hand.â
You scanned her face, searching for any hint of regret or guilt, but all you found was a complete lack of remorse, an expression that only seemed to scream sheâd do it all over again if she could. But it was exactly that thing in her eyes that pulled you in even more. âThen why not just tell me?âÂ
Why couldnât you fear her? Why werenât you grossed out? Shouldnât you have had a typical reaction to her revelation, like screaming or crying over the brutal murder of your boyfriend? Instead, here you were, feeling oddly fascinated, giddy even.
âI wanted to,â she admitted, her voice a little raspier, her eyes glistening with what looked like tearsâfake ones. The sudden empathy felt odd, something that didnât belong to her, and you knew her too well for this shit. âBut then I saw you, finally free, happy without him dragging you down. I thought Iâd done you a favor. And then I just⌠couldnât say it.âÂ
You pressed yourself harder against the closet door, staring at her like you were seeing her for the first time. You shook your head, âYouâre lying,â you stated flatly, watching her mask drop.
âWhat? You think Iâd lie?â she shot back, trying to twist the situation, like you were crazy for even suspecting her. But you knew better. Psychology classes were really paying off.
âYes, Ellie, youâre lying.â you leaned in, and her jaw clenched as you continued. âYou did it to Amanda and that girl at the party? You think I donât remember that night? Just admit it!â You practically yelled, and a shadow passed over her face like an ominous cloud, her expression hardening again, her eyes growing cold, dark in a way that caught you off guard. One thing was for sureâthere was a certain beauty in the way her captivating jade orbs effortlessly switched between the deceptive facade and the cold, calculated gaze of a serial killer.Â
âAdmit what?â her tone was mocking, like she was daring you to say it.
âThat youââ The words stuck in your throat, your gaze slipping to the Ghostface mask on the floor. Thatâs when she ripped the knife out of your hand, her grip firm as she held it close to you, not quite pressing it into your skin, just close enough to see if itâd rattle you.
âCâmon,â she murmured, leaning in with that daring, dark smile, âsay it.â Her eyes flashed with an edge of mania like she was enjoying this, feeding off your reactions, like some sick parasite.
âYou killed them all.â you managed, voice barely a whisper, and she threw her head back in a laugh that sent chills down your spine.
âGod, do you hear yourself? You sound pathetic,â she chuckled darkly, her knife tracing a line along your cheekbone, slow enough to make you shiver, close enough to cause goosebumps to erupt on your skin. Your chest tightened, your heartbeat loud in your ears as her lips curled in that contorted smile. ââYour breath hitched as she leaned in, her gaze piercing through your irises, capturing every fleck of color.
âWhat? Gonna kill me now?â you breathed, your words almost taunting, a faint smirk pulling at your lips as her eyes narrowed.
She tilted the knife against your throat but still put no pressure. You felt yourself leaning into it, letting the thrill course through you and that familiar excitement growing in your tummy. âGonna make me?â she whispered, voice thick and low, and for the briefest moment, her composure crackedâjust enough for you to see her desperation, like she was hanging onto a thread. She needed you to stay, even after all this. She couldnât live without you.
âI just want the truth,â you uttered, your voice soft, never breaking eye contact. And if you did, it was only to let your eyes drop to her lips, she was so tantalizingly close that it was impossible not to. âDrop the mind games. I want the truth.â You didnât know how the hell you could still want her, adrenaline tangling in your chest, but you did. Maybe even more than before.
Her brows rose in mock surprise as she cocked her head. âYou want the truth?â she echoed, lips parting in a cold smirk. âFine. Yes, I killed your stupid fucking boyfriend. He died like a pussy,â she sneered, anger flashing as she clenched the knife, thinking of his hands on you, touching what had always belonged to her.
âWhy?â you whispered, watching her like you were peeling away her layers, seeing her stripped of all pretenses.
âWhy do you think?â she scoffed, rolling her eyes like it was obvious.
The words that tumbled from your mouth after her revelation left her almost astonished.
âHowâd you kill him?â then, with a morbid fascination you added, âWhat did it feel like?â your head tilted slightly to the side.Â
˳¡Ëđ¤ The more she went on and on about the macabre details, the more it turned you on. She was taken aback by your enthusiasm and curiosity, the specific questions flowing from your lips with an unsettling calm that she struggled to comprehend. It was almost as if you were savoring every twisted word that came from her. She couldnât wrap her head around how her dark confessions had led to this momentâboth of you naked, with you perched on top of her.
Ellie was gorgeousâway too gorgeous to be a serial killer, or a psychotic person. She was even more gorgeous beneath you, auburn strands of hair splayed across the pillow, messy but not as messy as her dripping pussy. Her breath hitched as your fingers tightened around the handle of her switchblade, the cold metal gliding from her neck down to her chest, drawing lazy white scratches all over her alabaster skin.
A low, frustrated groan escaped her lips as you drew lazy circles around her areolas with the sharp point of the knife, watching with satisfaction as her pink nipples hardened, standing at full attention for you, as hard as rocks and begging to be tortured. You could feel her grow restless beneath youâher hips bucking in a desperate attempt to grind against your pussy, but you lifted yourself ever so slightly, just enough to deprive her of the friction she craved.
âDesperate?â you mocked, your bottom lip jutting out in a cruel pout. Ellieâs eyes flicked up to yours, glazed with lust and frustration, but a small smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. A cocky front, even now. But it was just a front, she was so fucking weak for you.
âYeah,â she rasped, her voice betraying her need, but her eyes showed a glint of defiance. She couldnât resist trying to fight back. âBut youâre dragging this out like a coward.â
You hummed sultrily, letting the blade press just a little harder against her dotty complexionânot enough to cut, but enough to leave faint red marks across her flesh. âOh, you think youâre in a position to talk back?â you spat, your free hand pinning her wrist above her head as she squirmed. âYouâre fucking sick, Ellie.â
âLike youâre any better,â she sneered, though her voice trembled as the tip of the knife traced down her sternum toward her stomach. Goosebumps rose on her sun-spotted skin as her breathing became more erratic, her hips lifting in vain again to seek the friction you kept cruelly out of her reach.
âNot the one going around killing people, am I?â you snorted, the blade now grazing and lingering just below her belly button.
Ellieâs defiance cracked, her voice weaker, more fragile as she muttered, âI did it for you.â it made your heart skip a beat or beat fasterâyou really couldnât tell from all that adrenaline clouding your rational thoughts.
âYouâre trembling,â you noted with a sly smirk, her cocky grin faltering as the knife inched lower, closer to where she needed you most. Ellie bit her lip hard, a needy whimper slipping through despite her best effort to stifle it.
âI need you,â she whispered, her voice barely audible, one hand reaching up to rest on your hip. Her touch sent a shiver through you, and you couldnât help but lower yourself closer, pressing your body against hers.Â
A wicked smirk tugged at your lips, pride swelling in your chest at the sight of herâthe usually cold, calculated killer, reduced to this. All because of you. Seeing her this weak for you truly made you want to do the unholiest things to her, things you knew she would never forget about. You tossed the switchblade aside, forgotten as soon as your lips descended on her neck, sucking dark spots on her soft flesh. You let your teeth sink in, biting just hard enough to get a soft sound out of her. The auburnette was so desperate and sensitive that everything seemed to make her moanâevery brief touch, every kiss, even your breathing fanning over her skin. She was already half-gone, and you were barely even getting started.
Her skin flushed beneath your lips as you kissed your way down her body, taking your sweet time, savoring each second of her squirming beneath you. Her breaths grew more ragged, her thighs twitching as you moved lower. Ellieâs body was a temple, and right now, it was all yours to worship.
Sheâd killed for you, it was the least you could do. So, was romance really dead?
˳¡Ëđ¤ Youâd never imagined Ellie would care that much, never thought sheâd be capable of that level of obsession. And you didnât mind it one bit. No, quite the opposite. The realization only made your pussy throb madly, heat pooling between your thighs as your mind replayed her confession over and over like a broken record, focusing on the brutal details she had given you. It wasnât just the idea of her killingâit was that she did it because of you, because she couldnât let anyone else have you.
Every single muscle in her body tensed, her legs trembling as you hovered right above her hairy mound. You could see itâthe way her wetness coated her folds, her pink clit, swollen and impatient, her pussy practically begging for attention, and it only made you want to tease her more. Your thumb teasingly drew tight, gentle circles on her aching nub, making her whimper almost exaggeratedly.
âAww, look at youâŚâ you purred, retracting your hand, your voice low, honed in sweet mockery. You leaned in closer, your breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. âSoaking wet, desperate for me to touch you. Gonna start begging now?â
Your words made her whine, her resolve crumbling more with each passing secondânot that there was any left. Her body betrayed her, hips lifting toward your face, her need palpable. But you werenât done playing with her yet. You had all night ahead.
Your arms curled around her toned thighs, pulling her closer as you knelt at the edge of the bed, your face mere inches from her pussy. You could see how wet she was, how desperate she had becomeâthere was even a dark wet patch on the sheets beneath her. You smirked up at her, eyes locking with hers as you lowered your mouth to her slick folds. With the tip of your tongue, you spread her moistened lips, and it was enough to make Ellieâs entire body jolt, a choked moan tearing from her throat as you tasted her, her sweet juices coating your lips as you lapped at her with slow, deliberate cat licks.
Ellieâs head fell back against the pillow, her hands gripping your hair with white-knuckled desperation as you ate her out, tongue flicking over her clit every now and then with just enough pressure to drive her mad. You sucked, your lips closing around her swollen bud, and Ellieâs back arched painfully off the bed, her thighs trembling around your head.
âFuck⌠fuckâŚâ she gasped, her hoarse voice scratching her already dry throat as her hips bucked uncontrollably and you held her down, refusing to let her squirm away from the relentless onslaught of your mouth.
You smirked against her, the vibrations of your giggle only making her moan louder. âLook at you, El,â you teased, your voice muffled between her thighs. âSo sweet ân perfect fâme,â
You didnât wait for a response, diving back in, your tongue swirling around her clit as you slipped two fingers inside her, curling them with brutal precision, finding that sweet spot that had her toes curling, her breath catching in her throat. Her gummy walls clenched around your fingers, and you could feel how close she was, her legs shaking violently.
Ellieâs moans grew louder, more frantic, her hands tugging at your hair hard as she tried to ground herself, grinding against your tongue. But you didnât slow downâif anything, you fucked her harder, your fingers pumping into her fast and deep, your mouth never abandoning her needy clit, your nose buried in her trimmed bush.
âBeg me,â you commanded as you pulled away to breathe, her core swallowing every inch of your fingers greedily. All those years of plugging her fingers deep inside her wet cunt imagining they were yours instead were so worth the wait.
âIâfuckââ the green-eyed girlâs breath caught, her body shaking uncontrollably, her voice barely a whisper now. âPlease⌠pleaseâŚâ She couldnât even fucking function; you had reduced her to a broken mess.
âCanât hear you,â you prompted her, your fingers plunging deeper, harder, until her back arched off the bed, a cry of pure need tearing from her throat.
âFuck! Please, I need itâI need youâfuck, Iâm so close!â she sobbed, her voice cracking as her orgasm crept closer, promising her to see stars, but you werenât about to give her what she wantedâno, not yet.
You grinned wickedly, pulling your fingers out of her soaked pussy just before she could. A strangled, frustrated sob escaped her plump lips as her body writhed beneath you, her orgasm stolen, leaving her aching and needy.
âAw, youâre not so smart, are you? You really thought I was going to let you come?â You leaned in, pressing your lips to her ear as you whispered, âOh no, El⌠weâre just getting started. Youâre not going anywhere.â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Ellieâs eyes widened with a mixture of frustration and confusion as you told her youâd let her come after you were done using her. You reached for your favorite strap-on, adjusting the harness until it sat snugly around her hips. Her wrists were bound securely to the headboard, the cuffsâ soft, fluffy lining pressing firmly against her skin. Her breath caught in her throat as the realization dawned on her, her eyes darting between the toy and your wicked grin.Â
Her pupils were blown with lust as she watched you lower yourself onto her, the thick silicone toy sliding in with ease after youâd teased your throbbing bud with its tip. Her hands twitched, desperate to reach out, to touch you, but she couldnât do much with the handcuffs keeping her wrists locked to the bed, the soft restraints holding her firmly in place. She watched with wide eyes as her cock stretched your needy, wet heat, sliding in and out. At first, your movements were slow and teasing, letting her take in every inch, but it didnât take long before you picked up the pace, your body already accustomed to its size, moving with a frantic, eager rhythm.
âFuuuckâŚâ you panted, rolling your hips against the toy, your breath hitching as that familiar feeling built in your stomach. Ellieâs gaze was glued to youâyour bouncing tits, your parted lips, the way your body moved smoothly above her. She wanted to touch, to feel you, but all she could do was watch as you used her, as you fucked yourself on the strap like she wasnât even there. It was cruel, truly. Her body trembled with need as she watched you lose yourself in the overwhelming pleasure, her pussy throbbing with unmet desire as yours seemed to suck the toy deeper, and for a moment, she swore she could feel your walls tightening around herâperhaps it was the desperation playing a sick joke on her. She couldnât help but let out a moan.
˳¡Ëđ¤ She had tried begging but sheâd only be met with things such as:
âCry about it,â you sneered, your voice cold and mocking as you watched her squirm restlessly beneath you.
âYouâre such a fucking crybaby,â you murmured, fingers gripping onto her chin and forcing her to look at you as if her desperation was nothing more than a joke to you.
âIâm putting up a whole show for you, and youâre still complaining,â you chuckled darkly, a twisted satisfaction curling at the corners of your mouth as you looked down at her, reveling in her helplessness, your wetness dripping down the harness, making a mess on top of her.
âPlease,â she whimpered, her voice cracking as she thrusted up. Mewls slipped out of your soft lips as the tip of her silicone cock hit your cervix, desperation written all over her flushed face. âPlease let me touch you... let me do something...â Her voice hitched as she choked on a sob, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her glassy eyes locked onto yours, her cheeks streaked with the remnants of her pleas. âFuck, I canâtââ she cried out, voice breaking again, her head tilting back as she tried to hold herself together. Her gaze flickered back up to you, trailing to your chest, lingering there hungrily. Bushy brows furrowed with longing as she licked her chapped lips.
But you werenât listening. You were too lost in the pleasure of fucking yourself on her, your head thrown back, sobs pouring from your lips as the strap-on hit that perfect spot against your cervix. Your movements grew more frantic, hips slamming down harder, faster, the toy sliding in and out of your slick folds with ease. The wet sounds of your arousal filled her room, mixing with the desperate, needy gasps that escaped Ellie beneath you, her fingers curling into fists as the cuffs dug into her velvety skin, promising bruises sheâd feel long after this was over.
Her eyes glazed over, chest rising and falling rapidly as she watched you ride her with reckless abandon. The sight of you, your body glistening with sweat, pretty tits bouncing with every thrust, was too much for her. She was on the edge, teetering, her body aching to release, but you wouldnât let her. You wouldnât let her do shit.
Ellie groaned, frustration and lust mixing in her voice as she bucked her hips uselessly beneath you, trying to gain even a fraction of relief from the sight of you fucking yourself senseless. âPlease⌠please, Iâm begging you,â she whimpered, her voice hoarse and broken, and god if it nearly made you squirt. âI need itâI need to come, pleaseâŚâ
You smirked down at her, not stopping, your hips grinding harder, riding the strap with everything you had. You leaned down, your breath hot against the shell of her ear as you whispered, âYouâre not coming until I say you can. Youâre going to sit there and watch me get off, and thereâs nothing you can fucking do about it.â Cruelly pressing damp and sloppy kisses on the column of her neck, kisses that had her gasping pathetically.
˳¡Ëđ¤ And it went on and on, her eyes locked on the sight of your milky cum dripping down the thick, black strap, each drop making her bite back a groan. She wished she could taste you. Every time she tried to move or squirm too much for your liking, youâd smack her hard across the face, or switch to a new position just to tease her even more, making sure you were giving her the best view. It was only after the fifthâor maybe the sixthâorgasm that you finally uncuffed her.
The moment her wrists were free, she flipped you over, quick as lightning, giving you no time to react. She pinned you beneath her with a mischievous glint in her eyes, you looked up at her, panting and spent, your brows knitting together in a mix of frustration and exhaustion. She just smirked down at you, spreading your trembling legs apart with ease, her grip firm and unyielding.
âOh fuck, noââ you gasped out, trying to squirm away as she wrapped her hand around the slick toy, guiding it right back to your abused entrance. She knew she could probably come right then, grinding against the back of the strap, but the thought of pushing you past your limits was far more thrilling.Â
âYouâre not stupid enough to think Iâd let you go so easily, right?â she repeated your earlier words, her voice low and dangerous as she lowered herself over you, your sweaty bodies pressing together. âDidnât you wanna be my helpless victim, babe?â
The redhead pushed in relentlessly, forcing your pulsating walls to swallow every inch, your back arching as she made you hold on just a little longer. Before long, your legs gave out beneath you as she pounded into you from behind, each thrust deep and brutal, your cheek pressed into the soft mattress. Her hand came down hard on your ass, leaving a sharp sting that burned like a bitch. The smacks kept coming, over and over, until your skin was bruised and your body was shaking with overstimulation. âThis is for leaving me high and dry,â she hissed, her voice rough with frustration and desire, slapping the same bruised spot again and again, until you knew youâd be sore for days, unable to sit down.
˳¡Ëđ¤ When it was finally over, the two of you laid tangled together, breathless and sticky. Ellieâs chest heaved as she tried to steady her breathing, but a question lingered in her eyesâone that seemed to claw at her even now, despite everything youâd done to show her you werenât running, that you werenât disgusted by her nature. You had never been, for the matter, even when you were kids.
âYouâre not gonna tell on me, yeah?â she rasped, her voice rough, her grip tightening possessively on your hip while her other hand gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. Her touch was surprisingly tender, contrasting with the weight of her words, like she was scared to hear your answer. It made your heart swell knowing she feared losing you so badly.
But you were so drunk of the overwhelming contentment that you barely registered the tension in her voice. Instead, a sleepy smile tugged at your lips, and you blurted out, âWanna be my girlfriend?â The question slipped out before you could think, your gaze locked onto her freckled face, admiring every angle and curve, the way the warm dim light softened her expression.
Ellie blinked, caught off guard, before a playful smirk curved her lips. âI am your girlfriend,â she gave your hip a gentle swat that made you chuckle softly, the sound mixing with the quiet hum of the fan.
âYâknowâŚyouâre right,â you mumbled suddenly. Her hand drifted to your back, scratching lightly, soothing you as your body relaxed into hers. You turned your head, meeting her soft eyes again, while something darker flashed in yours. âHe fucking deserved what he got,â Your voice was low, carrying a finality that made Ellieâs breath hitch. It was all the reassurance she needed. A wide grin spread across her face, her eyes lighting up with something almost feral, a giddy kind of joy. It was a smile so genuine, so purely her, that it was impossible to resist leaning in to kiss her, your lips meeting hers in a messy, heated kiss.Â
âBut yeah, if you leave me Iâm gonna tell on you.â
˳¡Ëđ¤ She had gotten clingier and more eager after that night, always looking for an excuse to touch you, to keep you within reach. Whenever you went somewhere, Ellie trailed right behind you, like a shadow that wouldnât leave your side. And honestly, you loved itâyou thrived on bossing her around, enjoying how she would drop whatever she was doing just to be with you. If the two of you were inseparable as friends before, it had only gotten worse. Not that the obsessive, morbid love wasnât there before, but now you both let it show, with no boundaries left to be set, no rules, just whatever twisted thing you both had become together.
˳¡Ëđ¤ Time flew by, and soon Halloween rolled around again, your favorite holiday. Ellie knew it, too, and she didnât even try to say no when you convinced her to tag along to a party youâd been invited to. It was supposed to be a small, âclose friends onlyâ type of thing, but you dragged her with you anyway, making it clear you werenât going to take no for an answer. Plus, youâd been at each otherâs throats lately, bickering more than usual, and she didnât want to risk making you any angrier. It was either coming along without putting up a fight or dealing with the idea of you going soloâknowing sheâd just end up following you like the little creep she was, lurking in the shadows, making sure no one even dared to touch you.
˳¡Ëđ¤ The party turned out to be better than either of you had expected. A few drinks in, and you both started to loosen up, Ellie sticking close, practically attached to your side with some invisible rope. It was like she couldnât let you out of her sight, even for a second, her hand always finding its way to your back or waist, keeping you close. You danced together, swaying in the colorful, pulsing lights, your bodies brushing intimately against each other. Her eyes stayed glued to you the whole time, like you were the Holy Mary herself, and she just couldnât get enough. You reveled in her devotion, the way her grip on your hips would tighten as you moved. It was such a turn-on.
Eventually, the party began to wind down, and it wasnât long before it was just the two of you left with Allison and her boyfriend, Lucas. The four of you gravitated toward the kitchen, where Ellie leaned against the counter, elbows propped up on the cold granite. She played with the knives, her fingers casually tracing the handles, sliding them in and out of the block absentmindedly.
Allison scrolled through her phone, her brown eyes squinting at the screenâs dim glow. âAnother guy went missing,â she announced, her voice wavering as she scanned through the article. âI bet Ghostface has something to do with it.â
âTragic,â Ellie muttered, her tone devoid of sympathy. Her eyes remained fixed ahead, a ghost of a smirk tugging at her lips. You watched her, catching the unsettling indifference in her voice. When she noticed your gaze, she raised an eyebrow in mock innocence, daring you to question her. Instead, she shrugged. Allison went on and on about how creepy it was that Ghostface could be literally anyone, her voice holding a mix of fascination and fear.Â
âI mean, think about it,â she said, eyes wide as she gestured dramatically. âIt could be your neighbor, your friend, even someone you totally trust! Just wearing that mask and knife in hand, ready to strike any moment. Itâs so fucked up!â As Allison thought about the countless times she had passed by potential killers, she couldnât help but shudder in fear at her luck. How many times had she walked down a dark alleyway, taken a walk alone at night, or even trusted the wrong person? The thought of her mortality sent a chill down her spine and made her wonder how long her luck would hold out.
âYeah, itâs scary,â you hummed, but then the conversation shifted back to the guy who had gone missing.Â
âYouâve got to be dumb to get killed like that, though,â Ellie scoffed, her tone dripping with disdain. âCame all the way from Michigan just to end up dead? Pathetic. Guess all those muscles didnât help much.â
Allison frowned at Ellieâs lack of empathy, but she shrugged it off, scrolling through her phone for more details, her thumb flicking faster across the screen. âThatâs⌠awful,â you murmured, chewing on your bottom lip as you glanced over at Lucas, who seemed unfazed by the conversation.
Lucas noticed your look and mistook it for unease. âYou okay?â he asked, genuine concern in his eyes. âWant a drink or something?â
You nodded, playing into his kindness. âSure, thanks.â
He leaned over, pressing a kiss to Allisonâs head before heading to the kitchen, leaving you, Ellie, and Allison alone in the dim living room.
âWaitââ Allisonâs brows knitted in confusion, her voice soft but growing with unease. âHowâd you know he was from Michigan? It doesnât say anything aboutâŚâ Her voice trailed off as she continued scrolling, her eyes flicking back and forth over the screen, trying to make sense of what Ellie had just casually dropped.
Ellieâs smile barely flickered. âJust a guess,â she replied smoothly, her gaze icy and unbothered, creeping Allison out.
You chuckled at the exchange, and Allison turned to you with a confused look. âCâmon, cheer up, Allison! Weâre just messing with you. Canât you take a joke? Itâs Halloween!â
Allisonâs frown deepened as she glanced between you and Ellie, her eyes clouding with suspicion. She let out a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the unsettling vibe. âYou two are⌠really something,â she said, brushing it off, not wanting to overthink it. Maybe paranoia was just doing her dirty. Oh, if she only knew.
Ellie smirked, she leaned forward, her voice dropping low. âOh, you have no idea,â she whispered, her tone laced with something dark and final, a warning the girl didnât quite catch.
Lucas handed you the drink, his face lighting up with an easy smile, completely unaware of the exchange.Â
âYou guys wanna play a game?â you asked, grinning at Allison and Lucas. The suggestion hung in the air, deceptively playful. Allison exchanged a look with Lucas, her unease melting a bit, as if convincing herself she was just imagining things.
She forced a smile. âSure. What kind of game?â
Ellieâs grin widened, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. âHow about something⌠fun?â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Maybe it was the thrill of the game or the intoxicating rush of chaos, but after a few questions were answered and it was your turn, your eyes widened in shock as the blade pierced your stomach. Time seemed to slow down as you locked eyes with Ellie, and what you saw there sent a chill down your spineâyour girlfriendâs eyes were empty, devoid of emotionânot even guilt shone in her eyes. It was like staring into a void.Â
Blood poured from your mouth, warm and sticky, and panic coursed through you. When a week ago she had suggested trying something new, never did you think that would lead to thisâher knife buried deep inside your insides, and blood pouring out of you like a crimson-tainted waterfall.
âW-whyâŚ?â you choked on your own blood, the words barely audible but with the stillness of the room, they seemed to echo louder.Â
Allison and Lucas stood completely frozen, utterly speechless, their bodies rigid with shock as they watched the horrific scene unfold before their eyes, feeling useless and not knowing how to stop it. The crimson blood pooled out of your wound, soaking the fabric of your shirt, while Ellieâs gloves gleamed with a sinister shine. The red wasnât so visible against the darkness of her attire, but it was there, unmistakable.Â
âIt was the wrong answer, babe,â Ellie whispered, her words dripping with a sickening sweetness that made your skin crawl, and the innocent faint smile on her face made Allison want to rip her hair out.Â
âWHAT THE FUCK!â Allison screamed, her voice laced with disbelief, her eyes wide as she took a shaky step back.
âWHAT ARE YOU DOING?!â Lucas followed, his voice tinged with a mix of fear and anger, trying to process the madness unfolding in front of him.
âYOUâRE A FUCKING MONSTER!â Allison yelled, her voice cracking as she cried, her hands shaking.
Your body hit the floor with a heavy thud, and through half-lidded eyes, you saw the panic set in as Allison and Lucas before you stopped breathing entirely. They scrambled for the door, nearly tripping over themselves. Allisonâs frantic, manicured hands rattled desperately the knob, her voice shrill as she screamed for help, but the door wouldnât budge. Locked.Â
And she hadnât locked it. She was sure she hadnât.
Lucas, desperate to protect her, grabbed a vase from the entry table and hurled it at Ellie, the glass shattering against her shoulder with a harsh crack. It staggered her for a moment, just long enough for them to dart in separate directions, fleeing up the stairs.Â
Ellie grinned, her eyes flashing with excitement as she took off after Lucas, her steps heavy but steady, savoring the thrill of the chase, like a cat chasing a mouse. She looked over her shoulder at you before she raced up the stairs. Allison stumbled into the guest bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The auburnette could hear the blonde girl breathing heavily, panicked, the creak of the floorboards giving her away as she backed into the room.
But she decided to take care of Lucas instead, having labeled Allison as the weakest between the two. She successfully cornered Lucas at the end of the hallway. He threw open the door to the master bathroom, eyes darting desperately around for anything he could use to defend himself. He grabbed a towel rack, ripping it off the wall and wielding it like a bat as Ellie advanced on him, her face lit with a twisted satisfaction. A stupid towel rack wasnât going to stop her, and honestly, it excited her. She loved how people fought for their lives, no matter how fucked up the situation was. It was fascinating to watch, like a wild show of survival instincts kicking in. The panic, the desperation on their faces and in their actionsâit was what got her heart racing and made her feel alive.
âYou⌠youâre insane!â Lucas stammered, brandishing the metal rod with trembling hands.
He was taller, bigger, strongerâdetails that only made the auburnetteâs grin widen, her attentive eyes narrowing with anticipation. To her, he was nothing but a challenge, one she was all too eager to take on. Ellie chuckled darkly, her eyes never leaving him as she took one slow, measured step forward. âOnly now figuring that out, huh?â She took another step, her shadow looming over him as he shrank back against the tiled wall, his breaths coming in panicked gasps. He swung the metal bar, catching her arm with a glancing hit, but it only seemed to amuse her more. She couldnât feel painânot even the faintest pulse of her own heartbeat, completely drowned out by the surge of adrenaline flooding her veins. She felt invincible.
With a swift, practiced precision, Ellie caught his wrist, twisting it sharply until the rod clattered to the aquamarine floor. âNice try, Lucas,â she hissed before shoving him backward, hard enough that his head cracked against the tile. He slumped to the floor, groaning, his vision swimming as Ellie towered over him. But he fought nonetheless, his hands trying to stop her from sinking the sharp knife into his throat, but it didnât last long. He didnât last long.
âThat was stupid,â she panted, standing over his corpse, her look sharp and full of disdain. Her face was scrunched in anger, but the adrenaline flooding her veins felt incredibleâlike a drug she couldnât get enough of. The thrill of it. A loud noise snapped her from her thoughts. The old wood creaked under her black boots as she headed toward the room where sheâd last seen Allison hide.
˳¡Ëđ¤ The guest bedroom door was slightly ajar, and she shoved it open with a firm kick. Her eyes locked onto Allison, sprawled lifeless on the floor, blood pooling around her still body. Her face was frozen in horror as if sheâd seen a ghost in her final moments. Her gaze drifted upâto you, standing just a few feet from Allisonâs lifeless body.
âHey, babe,â you said with a crooked smile, giving her a little wave, clearly nervous but with a spark of excitement in your eyes that made her stare in awe. She remembered that feeling all too wellâthe jitters, the high that followed her first time. And here you were, cheeks flushed and grinning ear to ear like the fucking Cheshire cat, looking so damn giddy as you took it all inâlike a kid who had just discovered their new favorite toy.Â
Trying new things had definitely been the right move, and Ellie didnât regret it for a second, because you were practically glowing. For the first time, you felt truly alive. It hit you then, just how much emptiness youâd been carrying all these years, how youâd learned to live with that hollow feeling. But this? This made you feel whole. Euphoric. Alive in every possible way.
âHowâd I do?â you asked, almost childlike, looking up at her with eager eyes, fishing for approvalâher approval. It was all you needed, and it felt like trying to impress a middle school crush all over again.
âPretty good, my love. You did great,â she praised, a hint of pride sneaking into her voice.
âYeah?â Your eyes lit up, a satisfied grin spreading across your face.
Her gaze softened briefly, a low, amused, throaty laugh slipping from her lips as she pushed a stray lock of hair back with the back of her blood-stained glove, leaving a smudged streak of red across her cheekbone. Her emerald eyes sparkled as she took in the mess youâd created. âYou know, for a second there, I didnât think youâd go through with it. Look at you now.â Her tongue darted across her bottom lip as she looked at you up and down, ready to pounce on you any time now.
You blushed, a bit sheepish, scuffing the toe of your shoe against the floor. âWhat can I say? Guess youâre a bad influence,â you smirked, shrugging it off like it was nothing.
She tossed the knife aside, and you mirrored her every move, watching as she peeled off her gloves and stepped closer. Her toothy smile widened as she pulled you in, her thumb brushing softly across your cheekbone, still warm from the adrenaline rush, while her other trembling hand rested on your waist. âOh, yeah? Gonna start blaming me now?â
âMaybe,â you shot back, eyes sparkling with mischief.Â
The freckled girl leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, soft and warm and she tasted so sweet.
âYour performance down there was flawless, and your techniqueâŚâ she trailed off, her eyes trailing down to Allisonâs body, âNot bad for your first time. A little shaky on the left stab, but hey,â she shrugged, lips curling into a teasing smirk, knowing damn well that even the gentlest dose of constructive criticism would get under your skin, âweâll work on it.â
You scoffed and swatted her hand away, but Ellie just giggled, her laugh soft and breathless. âCanât believe you got that question wrong, though,â she reached up to cup your face, her thumb brushing your cheek again, she couldnât keep her hands off of you. That familiar smug smirk tugged at her heart-shaped lips as she leaned closer, her voice dropping to a more playful one, her breath warm against your heated skin. âWeâve only watched the first Scream movie a hundred times together,â she said, almost mockingly offended, her green eyes bright with mischief, the ones that told you exactly what she had in mind. And she swore she was falling deeper for you, you had her in a chokehold.
You rolled your eyes, fighting a smile. âI only watched it because you were obsessed with it and I thought you were cute,â you admitted.
Her eyes sparkled with delight, and she raised her scarred eyebrow at you. âOh, is that so?â
âYeah,â you breathed, feeling her hand drift lower to your waist, pulling you closer, you cupped her cheek, your thumb caressing her blood-stained cheekbone lovingly, staring at her enamored.
Her lips brushed against your ear, voice low and teasing. âYou know what I'm really in the mood for?â Her hand slipped lower and lower until it was resting on your plush ass, giving it a suggestive squeeze.
You chuckled, pretending to think. âPizza?â
She let out a soft laugh. âI was gonna say you, butâŚâ She gave you that crooked, lopsided smile, shrugging playfully.
You snorted, âOh, well, that too. I just didnât know killing works up your appetite.â
Her smirk deepened, revealing that dimple on her left cheek you loved so much, her infatuated gaze lingering on your lips almost as if she wanted to swallow you whole. âMy bad. Shouldâve warned you,â she murmured, then backed you toward the bed behind you, her hands rough but confident, pressing you down as she crawled on top, her breath hot and insistent against your supple skin.
Before you knew it, she was buried deep inside you, slender, calloused fingers curling and pressing against that spot that had you whining, and your legs trembling. Her other hand gripped her switchblade, cool metal tracing up to press it against your throat, and she could feel you squeeze her fingers. âAwwhh, baby,â she taunted, voice dripping with mockery. âYou keep squirming like that, and itâs gonna cost you your life.â
You choked out a laugh, though it came out breathless and shaky. âYouâd cum at the sight, wouldnât you?â You bit your lip to stifle a moan, body struggling to hold still as she kept up that relentless rhythm, her fingers stretching and curling deep inside you, making your whole body shudder. You couldnât help but trap her arm, a weak attempt to slow her down because you knew you wouldnât last. Not with her pressing a knife on your throat. âFucking psycho.â
âBut you love me.â She said it so matter-of-factly, her lips curling with satisfaction as she watched you nod, helpless and needy, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls clenched around her, drawing her in like you couldnât get enough.
âYeah, I love you! F-FuckâŚâ you gasped, grinding down on her fingers, desperate, craving that friction your hungry clit needed.Â
Her smitten gaze drifted to the lifeless body sprawled across the room, a proud smirk tugging at her lips. âSo proud of you. You did such a good job. Look at her.â She tilted your face, forcing you to take it in. âYour work.â And in her fucked up mind, she truly believed itâyour work deserved to be worshiped, just like Picassoâs after he was gone. A masterpiece, painted with every kind of brutal emotion.
You let out a shaky breath, almost dazed. âYeah, I⌠I did that,â you stammered, voice breaking, caught somewhere between a whimper and a sob, you could feel it, you were close already and all that praising surely wasnât helping.
âThatâs right,â she murmured, nodding as her eyes roamed over you, taking you in like she was seeing you for the first time, it made you melt. âYouâre so fucking hot, god. Made just for me. Perfect for me.â
˳¡Ëđ¤ Maybe she was right. You felt it deep down, a truth that clung to you. A match made in hell. And as long as you had her, youâd be more than fine.