#blarsh writes

The apocalypse began only about a month ago. Not that you knew until the zombie was devouring your skull. By that point, you had been locked up in his basement for... Well, you didn't know. Just that it'd been long enough that you lost track of time. So when he hadn't shown up for a while, you figured it was your chance to escape.

You took that chance. You made it outside, even. The cold, night air was so refreshing on your skin and in your lungs... A relieving moment that lasted only a mere few seconds.

How were you supposed to know a zombie apocalypse was happening? It wasn't like he ever told you anything or let you watch TV or connect with the world in any way. Kept you completely isolated for what had to be several months...

And, you didn't know it, but you were back in his basement. You didn't really know anything, having only half a brain. And it barely even functioned. You were dead, after all.

But he kept you anyway. He had to! You were his everything, his reason for living.

You tried to bite him often. He couldn't have that. He had to remain a perfectly living human in case they find a cure someday. That way, he can go get it for you and then you can be together again! So he had to rip out all your lovely, rotting teeth.

He made them into matching bracelets for the two of you!

And since you're not really aware, he can do all the things you fought against when you were human! All those things, all the ways he yearned to worship you...

But unfortunately, decomposition was taking you faster than he liked. He might just have to freeze your entire body, like in the movies! Then he can thaw you put and watch those movies with you again someday.

But that was a terrible idea. He can't go long without you. A few days tops before he'd go crazy. So he'll just keep you safe in his basement like he always has. Like he was always planning to. Until the day you either die completely or come back to him.

Until that day... You're all his.

Two years. For two wonderful years you've been dating him. You didn't really think you had a chance back then. It was high school, and he was popular. Hot. The kind of guy most everyone had a crush on, even though he was a player.

And you were... Well, no one special. You weren't especially attractive, or social, or smart. You were just... There. But by some insane miracle, he actually asked you out!

It was tense at first considering his reputation. Your friends tried to tell you not to give him the time of day. Bit he was just so sweet... Bringing you flowers, little gifts, your favorite snack, always planning dates. He was like a dream! It didn't take long though before he wanted to get in bed with you. But you weren't really ready... And frankly, you doubted you would be for a while. But he was so patient. He promised to wait for as long as it takes, told you he loved you no matter what...

So that was a fucking lie.

Turns out, you wasted two years of your life on that whore! He finally confessed that he's been sleeping around with other people for nearly your entire relationship!

"I mean, what do you expect?" He said, as if this was just some other Tuesday. "You wouldn't sleep with me, so I had to have my fun with other people."

"No- no, this isn't something you can just brush off!" You snatched his phone from his hands and tossed it across the room, trying to get him to pay attention. "You've been cheating on me this whole time! What- was any of it - of this, of US - real?! Did you ever even love me?!"

For a brief moment, you swore something dark and terrifying shined in his eyes. But it was gone to fast for you to even care right now.

"Baby, come o-"

"Don't call my baby!"

His fist clenched at his side. You weren't easy to deal with when you were screaming like this... "Look." He finally said, that usual smile back on his face. It was just unsettling now... "Of course I love you. That's why I didn't break up with you back then. I just, you know... My body has needs. But you... You give me everything my heart needs."

He tried to hold your cheek, but you quickly slapped his hand away. What a bastard... If he really loved you, he wouldn't have ever cheated!

"You know what, I am DONE with this." You turned and started to storm away. You shouldn't have to take this. "We are over! Never-"

But he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, holding you tighter than he used to. His once warm and comforting arms felt cold and heavy. Unbearable. To think those same arms have been wrapped around other people... You didn't even know how many. You didn't need to. You were sure it would only make all this worse.

You squirmed and kicked, trying to pry his arms off of you. But he only held on tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

"Don't be like this... You can't leave me. I need you. You can't..." Something about his voice sent chills down your spine. There was something wrong with him... Other than the obvious. It only made you want to get away from him more.

"You can't make me stay here! You-" but he cut you off.

"I can. And I will" His grip only became tighter, suffocating. He was just about crushing you. "You aren't leaving me... You should be grateful I didn't make you have sex with me this whole time. But I've been nice and decided to be patient with you... And I still will be. Since I'm so nice. So you're going to stay with me."

Before you could fully process his dark words, one of his hands shot up to your face, covering your mouth and nose painfully. You were kind of starting to panic.

"Shhh... It's going to be okay, baby..." He whispered against your ear.

You squirmed and writhed, but it only made things worse. It didn't take long before you started to feel light headed. It only took a few short minutes for you to pass out, but it felt like an eternity.

But once your body went limp in his arms, he breathed out a sigh of relief. He couldn't lose you. You were the one good thing in his life. So what if he slept around a bit? He had his reasons. And he'll get over it eventually. But you... You were everything. He couldn't lose you.

And he wouldn't.

Aaaa did it

Somehow, since your bully realized you were his fated mate, life only got more difficult. At least you could have friends before! Now he occupied all your attention. If someone made eye contact with you for too long, he considered them a threat.

Honestly, you almost preferred how he acted in the past. Back when he would mock every little thing you did and make your life as hard as he could on purpose. Back when he made you do his homework and beat you up if you refused.

Now, he had you tutor him. It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't make you sit on his lap, or if he actually paid attention. He just sat there watching you work and listening to you teach him. He would hurt his face in your neck and breath in your scent, letting his voice fill your ears.

No wonder he always got so jealous when you used to have friends. It was your fault he felt that way, or so he thought. But once he realized you were meant to be his, he realized it was everyone else's fault! They shouldn't be near what's his.

He completely monopolized your time. Whenever you weren't at home, he was making you hang out with him. He'd try to spoil you with things to make up for how he treated you in the past, but that didn't fix it.

He hurt you. He made your life miserable, and he knew he was doing it the whole time. The damage he caused couldn't be fixed by some nice words or gifts.

He just didn't get it. No matter how hard he tried, you always recoiled from his touch. You always got tense when he held you. You never seemed to believe him when he showered you with praises. You didn't like his gifts. What was he doing wrong?

Maybe you liked it better when he was bullying you? So he tried it. He tried being mean to you again. But that only seemed to make it worse! He didn't get it. Why wouldn't you love him?! You were supposed to! He was your fated mate, so you had to love him!

He could only think of one more way to earn your love.

You didn't show up to school one day, which worried him. So of course, like a good mate, he skipped school after the first hour and promptly made his way to your house. He knew where you hid the so are key, so he just let himself in.

And there was a glorious sight awaiting him once he reached your room. There you were, face buried in your pillow, ass up as you stroked your aching cock. Your scent was absolutely overwhelming, and the sight immediately made him hard. You were already in the perfect position for him.

He quietly walked around you, adjusting his pants to let his meaty cock spring free. He'd help you...prove you needed him. Like a good mate.

"You need help there, my mate?" He carefully got behind you, using one hand to spread your ass and the other to line himself up with your needy hole.

You gasped at his raspy voice against your ear. There he was. The last man you wanted to see right now. He'd surely take advantage of your pathetic state.

But at the same time, just one look at his massive cock distracted you, your mind clouded by thought of being fucked.

He didn't let you answer before slowly pushing into you. He had to take it slow, filling you up inch by inch. He didn't want to hurt you. Not yet.

"Shhhh, that's it, you're doing so good." He cooed in your ear as you whined.

Once he thought you were ready, he slowly thrust into you...but it wasn't long before he lost control. How could he not? You felt so good all warm and tight around his thick cock. He was entirely unable to resist the incredible feeling.

He was relentless, stretching you to fit his huge cock without much care for your comfort. Even when tears began to stream down your face, he didn't slow down. He just kissed them away as he continued his harsh thrusts.

You were just crying because you weren't used to feeling this good. Right? That had to be it.

"It'll be okay, you're taking me so well." He hushed you, his breath hot against your skin as he trailed kisses across your jaw.

Your choked moans only enticed him further. He could already feel himself needing to cum. He's never felt such amazing pleasure before. No wonder you were his.

His kisses trailed lower and lower, down your neck, turning harsher. Turning to sucking and gentle nibbling, until he was biting you. He had to mark you of course, and in the most obvious places he could too. You were his. Everyone had to know.

He made sure you were the first to cum, which wasn't hard. Your heat had made you more sensitive. He was enjoying every bit of that. And you deserved to be the one feeling all the pleasure right now.

As you own cum covered your stomach, chest, and the sheets beneath you he couldn't help but praise you more. "What a good boy...I knew you enjoyed this as much as I did. Don't worry, you have your whole heat cycle to get used to me."

He wasn't going to let you feel needy for even a second. He was going to fuck you hard day and night, filling you with his cum, until your heat was over. He was just such a good mate like that.

No. No he wasn't... No, he's kind. He's all you have anymore.

At first it was torture. Months and months went by, you hadn't seen the sun, hadn't had a connection with anyone but him. The psychotic bastard.

Did he kidnap you? Is that what happened? St this point it didn't seem to matter how you got here or why. He loved you so much and took such good care of you. He did. He really did.

He was all you had.

Why did he have to leave during the day? You got so lonely.

And jealous.

Who was he with? What was he doing? Why couldn't he stay with you? He knew he was all you had. He made sure of it!

He loved it.

Thrived on it.

Your suffering.

Desperation.

You finally understood how he felt for all those years. Of course, he'd love nothing more than to be with you every second of the day. To be so close that he sank into your skin and became one with you.

But he couldn't deny the sick sense of pleasure he got seeing you cling to him, begging him not to go. Seeing you writhe in envy, wondering if other people mattered more to him than you.

He spent all those years stalking you, feeling those same things in those rare moments he wasn't watching. Who could you have been with? Did you laugh with them? Let them see that perfect smile when he couldn't?

It was poetic, in a way.

He hated seeing you upset, but loved that it was him having such an effect on you. And he just had to go. After all, he had to work! Make money to keep this house for you, buy nice things for you, provide for your basic needs...

He could work from home, but distance makes the heart grow fonder, right?

"My darling, I'm home~" He called into the dim house, elated to already hear you running towards him.

And before he knew it, you were completely wrapped around him like a koala. Sure he should be used to the feeling of you holding him oh so tightly, bit it still made his heart beat nearly put of his chest. Like it wanted to escape the cage of his ribs and be held by your perfect hands. Not that he could blame the thing...

He could only hold you just as tightly, his grip crushing. Though, at this point you'd found it to be quite comforting.

"Miss me today?"

"Every day..." You responded, barely giving him time to finish his question. You didn't notice how you held on so tightly that your nails drew his blood. He found bliss in it. His blood on your fingers...

"You're so disheveled..." It was obvious. He didn't know what you got up to during the day to leave you looking like this. Though he loved to "fix" you. "Cute... You know, only I could love you like this."

His whispers had invaded your mind. Simple things like that to more severe lies. No one else could love you so much. You need him. Haven't you seen the crime rates lately, seen the news? The world is cruel. You'd die out there. You'd be alone. He's what you need. This house is the only safe place. You're delicate. You need to be taken care of. By him.

Only him.

He didn't know how you believed him so easily, but he adored it.

"I know... You'll still love me no matter what... Right? You won't leave?" You held your breath, anxious... What if he says no?

But of course... "Right you are, my everything." He would never say no. Never.

"Have you eaten yet today?"

You slowly shook your head. He was disappointed, but not surprised. You did that too often. Perhaps he should finally start working from home, make sure to take proper care of you...

"Can't do anything yourself, can you... Then I'll make you dinner. Come on now, my everything."

It was actually pretty cute how much Rich!Yan was obsessed with you. Even when he had to be "far" from you, his eyes never left you. So of course you had to tease him, winking and sticking your tongue out.

If only you knew how much you made him melt. He was putty in your hands, willing to give and be anything for you.

The public had their eyes on him, but his were always on you. Always.

He'd often sneak in your room to find your things strewn about, almost as if you wanted him to take them. Silly you, didn't you know anyone could break in and do all sorts of perverse things with your underwear if you left it out like this? You were lucky it was just him. He'd at least return them, cleaner than they were before.

You knew all this. And you knew better than to question it when people who got too close to you would suddenly disappear.

If it was someone you really cared about, he was always conveniently there with chocolate and all his money at your complete disposal. To comfort you, of course.

And well, how could you refuse when he gave you his card? Especially when he's so happy seeing you spoil yourself with everything you could possibly desire.

With just a simple please, his money was entirely yours. And it was even easier when you gave him even the smallest amount of attention. Not to mention how cute he was trying to keep himself together for you.

The way his face would flush, and how he'd fiddle with his collar or tie to cool down. It was adorable.

Maybe you shouldn't have pushed as far as you did...but it was impossible not to. Especially when this was exactly what you wanted.

He's been holding off on fucking you for too long. And finally you got him to concede to his own limitations, leading to this current predicament.

The same predicament that you've been in for over an hour now. You stopped bothering to look at the clock after so long.

"Fuck, that's a good boy. You're taking me so well." He whined in your ear as drool dribbled down your chin. You were starting to realize that you may have bit off a bit more than you could chew.

"You look so good...so damn good like that." His thrusts didn't slow down for even a second, their harshness not wavering.

You had to admit, it was impressive how much stamina he had.

"Been holding this in for too long...so long...you feel so good."

There was a sticky pool of his cum beneath you from what little your ass couldn't hold, or what didn't stick to your skin.

With a groan, his cock twitched, releasing yet another load into you. You've already lost count of how many it's been. And this certainly wasn't the last.

He always hated going to bed. For as long as he could remember, he had the same dream every single night. Now, it wasn't a bad dream. But it was really fucking annoying to see the same thing every night.

He grew to resent it, the things he saw. The night sky, the full moon, the city lights... And worst of all that face. That stupid face that wouldn't leave him.

He hated it. Loathed it, even.

That was until it happened. Until that dream finally became true.

It was night time. The full moon was high in the sky. The city never slept... And he tried to do the same. It was supposed to just be a walk, one of his usual strolls through the streets.

"Ah, sorry!" That was until you bumped into him. "Must not have been looking where I was going." You bumped into him like it was nothing. And it was. It was nothing.

But you had that face.

And he couldn't look away, not even for a second. He should be annoyed at best, hate you at worst. Forget this happened. Forget you exist.

But he followed when you walked off. He followed when you went home. He memorized your address.

He didn't hate dreaming from then on. Each one held you, all the expressions you might make. It didn't matter if they were good or bad. He wanted to see you laugh, to see you so full of joy that the sun couldn't compare to the brightness of your smile. He wanted to see you cry, sob, completely break down and fall into despair. All of it, he wanted to see it all.

He couldn't stop following you, wanting to see all these things. So naturally, it wasn't long before he could pick up on even the slightest changes. He won't even miss your pupils dilating. He knows how often you blink on average each day.

He loves it... And hates that other people get to see it. Shouldn't seeing something so beautiful be considered a luxury?! No one else appreciated you like he did.

Now, he obviously couldn't kill everyone that looks at you, though he's thought about it. No, that would take a nuke or something. And unfortunately, they don't just hand those things out. So naturally, he had to resort to something more reasonable...

Kidnapping, obviously.

But in a way that won't harm you... Won't let a single thing happen to that work of art on your head.

You'd always go to the same coffee shop. It was convenient, close to your home and a reasonable distance from your job. So he had to start working there.

You quickly grew fond of the charming new barista. He was witty, and always knew just what to say to make your day more interesting. The kind of guy the seemed trustworthy. So when he asked if you'd want to go on a date, you said yes. Why not, right? Can't have too much to lose.

Except your freedom, apparently.

He bought a few drinks, just got you tipsy. Off your guard. Asked if you wanted to head to his place. Offered you a few more drinks. Make you easier to overpower. To tie up.

And now you'll never leave.

"Ah, so perfect..." He murmured to himself as he touched your face, hands trembling.

Now no one can look at you but him. Exactly as it should be.

Yan!Stepbro has loved you for years now. He had the future all planned out. The two of you were supposed to have an extremely romantic story ending in the two of you getting married and never ever even bothering to look at other people.

But of course, your mother and his father just had to have an affair together, get married, and ruin it all! How was he supposed to be with you now that you were step siblings?!

As years went by, he realized he didn't really care. He wanted you and he would have you! The only issue was the idea of being caught by your guys' parents. Much as he wanted to be with you, he didn't exactly want to be kicked out or something.

So he had to wait for so agonizingly long for your parents to finally go on their honeymoon. Part of him was deeply annoyed that it took so long, but the other part glad because now both you and him were more mature. He could show you his love in much better ways.

So one hot night, while you lay sleeping, he snuck into your room. It was like you wanted him too! The way you slept with no blankets in just your underwear...as if you too had dreamed of this night!

He was gentle, oh so gentle with you. Running his hands over your skin, grazing every last inch of you. His lips fluttered down your body leaving gentle yet needy kisses. All until he finally reached his destination.

He slid his hands into your underwear, slowly pulling then down and eventually tossing them away. You wouldn't be needing those. He moaned taking in a deep whiff of you. You smelled so good...he couldn't help but lick you up.

The little whines you made in your sleep were just too cute. He couldn't stop pleasing you with his mouth now! Not when you were clearly so aroused.

But he must have gotten too excited. "Step bro...what are you doing...?" You tiredly moaned, opening your eyes to see him practically devouring your crotch.

It was so wrong...and maybe you were just tired, but you couldn't deny how good it felt.

He had you climaxing for him pretty quick, and he happily lapped up all of your cum.

"So delicious...I love you so much. We're so much more than just step siblings." With those sweet words he rubbed some of your remaining cum against his cock before penetrating you, moaning as he was finally wrapped in your warmth.

He didn't waste much time in thrusting into you, slowly becoming rougher and rougher. He couldn't help it. You made him crazy, you know. Absolutely crazy for you.

The feeling of being inside you was even better than he dreamed. If he had it his way, he'd be stuffing you full of his cock 24 hours a day.

"Fuck, you feel so good...yes, squeeze around me tighter. Just like that."

Your hands intertwined with his, you holding on much tighter in an attempt to keep yourself steady as he pounded into you.

With one last groan, burying himself deep inside you, he filled you up with his cum. The warm feeling spread throughout your core, making you cum again as well.

"You look absolutely divine like this..." He brushed a strand of hair away from your flushed, sweaty face, admiring you.

You were all his now. He would never let you go.

You've grown so tired of this life, but it was all you knew. You've been trapped like this for years with nothing but your own rage to accompany you. Many of the once priceless paintings in your palace were now destroyed. It didn't matter. No one remembered this place. No one remembered you.

And it would stay that way until you die.

Every now and then some adventurers or travellers would find your palace, hoping for a place to stay the night, only to run away in fear. They'd rather take their chances with the wolves than with such a terrifying beast.

You expected another one of those interactions when you heard a knock at the doors. Some didn't even have that much decency. You weren't expecting such a beautiful man to he the one at your door. Nor were you expecting him to get down on one knee and ask to be your husband.

"You are the most stunning creature I've ever seen...please, allow me the honor of marrying you!" Of all things, did he have to call you a creature? You were technically a person! At least, you were a long time ago.

Not wanting to go through with whatever he could possibly be planning, you slammed the door in his face with a firm "No." He was probably trying to make a fool of you, or perhaps even kill you. Even though you hated this life, you didn't want to die. Not quite yet

How you wished that was the end of it.

He started sleeping outside the door of your palace, insisting on marriage if he ever saw you. Whether you we stepping out on the balcony, looking out a window, or tending to the garden he'd beg for your hand in marriage.

Even though his appearance became disheveled after the many days he spent outside your palace, he was still more beautiful than any woman you met as a human. Such a beautiful man surely had plenty of eligible bachelors and bachelorettes lined up at his own door, so why did he insist on a life with you? A life of solitude and silence. A life without a single friend. Even your servants were long gone. Broken mirrors, dusty furniture, spiders and bugs infesting the least visited corners, was that really a l8fe to beg for?

You finally got agitated at all his begging and pleading, of all the surely empty promises. As he followed you through your garden on day, you lost it. You turned back and gripped him firmly by the jaw, smooshing his rosy cheeks together as you demanded an explanation.

"You're amazing, your majesty! You're my greatest dream." He admit, a deep blush growing on his cheeks as your grip tightened. "I'll admit, I wasn't planning to propose, so I failed to bring you a proper ring. But I came out here, curious if the rumors were true...and the second I laid eyes on you, I was in love!"

It sounded more ignorant than you expected.

"I fell to my knees once I beheld you. You were too perfect for me to handle, and I knew it was a sign that I had to marry you!"

You really didn't know what to say. Was this guy all beauty and no brains? You didn't realize those kinds of people really existed.

You dropped him, firmly telling him to get lost and marry someone else. Someone better. But he instantly feel to his knees, gripping your legs and begging with tears in his eyes.

"Please! At least give me a chance, my love!" You never realized someone could be so pathetic.

You dragged him away. First you tried tossing him off the palace grounds, but he came crawling back. Then you dropped him half way through the forest. Again, he refused to leave your side. So you left him the last place you wanted to go.

You dragged him all the way back to the village, and instantly received the backlash you expected. You tossed him to the crowd, and they instantly took him. And as for you? They threw rocks, rotten food, and whatever else they could easily throw. The assault lasted until you were out of their sight.

At least now you could continue your days in peace.

Oh, you thought. You wished, you prayed. Your peace didn't even last a day.

That night, when you went out to you balcony to stare into the night, an unfamiliar sight caught your eye. The bright light of a fire. A large fire, consuming everything in its path. A horrible fire, turning the village to dust.

You gripped your balcony, crushing the metal of the railing. What were you to do? The villagers hated you. They loathed your very existence. They didn't remember you as you once were, only the beast you were today.

You were still supposed to be their ruler.

They were still your people.

You had to protect your people.

Without another second of hesitation you rushed out of your palace and through the forest. Only to find one person on the path there. The beautiful man you gave back to them earlier.

"I got rid of them for you, darling. Those barbarians didn't see how absolutely beautiful you are, and they can't keep us apart any more." He knealt down on one knee, pulling out a black box and revealing a stunning ring.

"Now let me do this properly...will you marry me?"