#stalkist

giulia  has  been  enjoying  a  leisurely  afternoon  by  the  pool ,  reading  her  book  and  sipping  on  a  margarita  as  she  basks  in  the  sun .   this  isn't  how  she  envisioned  her  day ,   but  her  husband  had  to  dash  off  to  handle  a  so  -  called  emergency  at  work ―   what  a  fucking  joke .   it's  nothing  but  a  poor  excuse  he  keeps  feeding  her  with  and  she  lets  him  get  away  with  it .   it's  easier  than  face  the  reality  of  their  marriage .   “   eli ,   ”   the  brunette  calls  out  when  she  notices  the  young  male ,   soft  smile  gracing  her  lips.   “   i  didn't  know  you  were  home . ” closing  the  book ,   giulia  sit  up  and  reaches  out  for  the  bottle  of  sunscreen . “   do  you  have  a  moment ?   i  could  really  use  a  hand  with  this ―   i  don't  want  to  get  sunburnt .   ”

she can't stop thinking about him . about the way he handled her, groped her, spoke to her like she was nothing better than some cheap slut . no one has ever spoken to her like that, other than in her comment section, and while it should make her furious, disgusted, it hasn't left her mind since it happened . indie's always enjoyed being desired, looked at, but she never anticipated liking, or craving being looked at like that . especially by her haughty, significantly older half-brother . but she finds herself driven to near insanity by the thought, taking advantage of the privacy of her bedroom to indulge in the disgustingly consuming thought that's been haunting and edging her on for days . spreading her legs, she can't help but imagine that it's @stalkist between them, pumping his thick digits in and out of her slick heat, making her writhe and moan his name beneath them . “ isaac . . . ”

soleil sits, unblinking on the tiled bathroom floor, not believing her eyes as she takes in the two lines on the third pregnancy test, now lined up with the others, undeniably positive . she only has a few minutes before roman inevitably begins to wonder where she's run off to, or their son begs to be nursed, again . her body no longer her own, owned entirely by both roman and their just months old son, the new mother thought she would have more time to feel like herself again before facing this . @stalkist would expect her to tell him right away, be gracious and maternal, so why is her first instinct to hide them ? to deny it ? to shove the tests under the counter, and pretend they never happened ?

dark eyes light up with a brightness that could easily rival the sun as her gaze falls on him. an excited sound leaves her lips as she jumps up from the couch to meet dakota, not really caring that the camera is still running in the background. after all, it's almost always running these days, continually providing spicy content for her followers, all for him. "there you finally are", phoebe says, the slightest hint of reproach to her gentle voice, softened by the warm, eager smile she flashes his way, "i missed you." after all, for all the ways she has to keep her busy, she'd much rather be with him, no matter what they're doing, really. she leans in for a kiss, doe eyes gazing at him with the adoration exclusively reserved for him ever since they first met.

{ ♡ } THE BEST IDEA HE’S EVER HAD. that’s all the man could think as the other got to work giving his cock the attention he so greatly yearned for. always had a strange fixation on shelby. never liked the way his daughter clung to her every idea, followed her around like a lost puppy without a owner or home, obeying her word as gospel. certainly didn’t like that he had long been replaced as the apple of his baby girl’s eye, this audacious and precocious brunette instead taking reign and having influence beyond that even joseph possessed. but there was something about his daughter’s best friend that struck at his every quiet curiosity, played into his every sick fantasy. a wickedness in her that he recognised — that he needed to exploit. if not to satiate his desires of sampling her, to at least act as compensation for the control she had over his daughter. “good girl.” praised through a ragged breath, a gruff litter of laughter flourishing the end of his sentence. hadn’t ever spoken anything positive about her since she came into their life, but now that she was servicing him so obediently, didn’t mind offering the odd compliment when necessary. anything to keep her motivated towards helping reach the climax of his goal. “put it in your mouth,” male ordered, pushing further forward, large appendage twitching under her captivating care, “i want you to take it all. can you do that for me, baby?”

She’d almost been...disappointed when she got home that night to find her porch empty. It had been a few days since she’d found any sort of note or present left for her, and she’d started to wonder if perhaps her secret admirer had moved on. Until she stepped into her bedroom to see the gift box and card carefully arranged on her bed. Wendy’s heart raced as she approached them and the realization sank in. He’d been inside. He could get in. She didn’t even have time to process the thought before her phone was ringing loudly in her hand, and the brunette didn’t even waste time looking at the caller I.D before she answered. “So you’re breaking and entering now?” Her voice sounded much calmer than she felt. “Graduating to actually breaking laws, I see.” she said coolly despite her thrumming heart.