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THE FATHER - IN - LAW

Pairing - MYG X Reader, FIL!Yoongi x DIL!Reader, Olderman!Yoongi x Youngerwoman!Reader, HardDom!Yoongi x Sub!Reader

Yoongi is 42 (but he looks like the gif) & Reader is 20

(I'M SORRY EVERYONE but I'm a slut for older yoongi)

Genre - Hardcore smut

TRIGGER WARNING(s) - NONCON,FORCED SEX, ROUGH SEX, EXTREME DEGRADATION, HUMILIATION, POSSESIVE, CONTROLLING, POWERPLAY, SPIT KINK, OBJECT INSERTION, CHOCKING, DOMINANT/SUBMISSIVE, COERCION, MINDBREAK, IMPLIED FREE USE. THIS DOES NOT REPRESENT BTS OR MY LOVE YOONGI IN ANY WAY. BOTH OF YOU ARE LEGAL IN THIS.

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!!! READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED!!

Guys, happy yoonki day!!!!!!!! the LOML is backkkkkkkk. My military wifey days are finallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy over.

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BLURB - You had been married to Jungwon for just two months. He was kind and responsible man, always focused on his work. His father, Yoongi, had been living alone since his wife passed away. With Jungwon away on a business trip, Yoongi came to stay with you.

There was something about Yoongi that always made you uneasy, but you brushed it off and treated him respectfully. Today was just like any other day. You had lunch with Yoongi, called your husband, and were now washing the dishes, thinking about surprising Jungwon with his favourite meal when he returned.

You had no idea Yoongi was behind you—leaning silently against the doorframe, his eyes glued to your ass like you were put on display. He watched without a word, his stare unashamed, as if you existed only for his viewing.

You stood at the kitchen sink, hands deep in soapy water, when you felt the sense that someone was behind you. You felt Yoongi move close, too close but you ignored him, scolding yourself about your overthinking, trying to convince yourself that it was nothing —while every instinct told you something wasn’t.

Suddenly you feel a hard bulge pressing against your ass from behind as your father in law, Yoongi reaches around you to grab a glass from the drying rack. You stand there, stiff, your mind screaming you to move, shout anything but your body won’t listen. He smirks at your weak reaction, realizing it would be much easier than he thought.

Knowing that you’re scared, still pressed against you, he whispered in your ear. “Look at you shaking like a little bitch. You’re terrified, aren’t you?” The next second he starts grinding his hardening bulge against your ass, not bothering to hide his growing arousal. "Oh, it's no accident, my pretty daughter-in-law" he growls, one hand sliding around to grip your left breast possessively while the other reaches up under your skirt, pushing it higher .

“please-ee stop-p,”you finally whimper out, feeling powerless and vulnerable under his towering frame.

He laughs cruelly as he pushes your top down further until your breasts are exposed, squeezing and pulling your left nipple roughly as his grip tightening on your half covered hips to keep you in your place still grinding frantically. “Tell me, my pretty little daughter-in-law, is this pussy even broken in? Has my son been fucking you raw or are you still a tight virgin slut? God-dd, it’ll be so exciting to rape you for your first time”

“NO PLEASE-E PLEASE, YOU’RE MY FATHER-IN-LAW” you finally snaps, realizing this is rape, you’re father-in-law is gonna rape you.

He grins wickedly, his strong arms wrapping around you more tightly, crushing your struggles. His lips move closer to your ear, his voice dropping to a dark, sickeningly sweet tone as he covers your mouth “Stop fucking moving and listen carefully, you little cunt, from today onwards I’m not only your father in law, I’m gonna be your daddy too and right now daddy needs his sweet innocent little girl”

“mmmm…please-e”

He ignores your pleas and drops to his knees behind you, pushing his head inside your skirt up. “Goddd, my son’s wife smells like a cheap fucking whore.” He buries his face between your legs, nuzzling his nose against your clothed pussy, before harshly pulling your skirt and underwear down. “Look at this used-up little cunt. Fuck-k no wonder my son married you. Perfect for fucking and breeding. Spread your legs wider whore, let daddy eat your slutty cunt out in the kitchen.”

He spreads your cheeks apart, and inhales deeply as if savoring the smell of your wet cunt and spits on your asshole. “Fuck-k a young delicious pussy. By the time I’ll be done, you’ll be reeking of my cum and your own filth.”

You yelp and try to pull away. “please….”

He grabs your hips with brutal force, his fingers digging painfully into your asscheeks. “Fuck you're loose, bitch. Such a shame that my son fucked your tight virgin pussy. But look at this fucking perfect ass…… No worries, I’ll have this tight ass first. I’ll fuck this innocent little asshole so hard that it’ll be loose and sloppy when my stupid son gets there. But first let’s rape your pussy”.

“Ahhhh….” You bend forward over the sink, your hands trying to grip the edge tightly as his tongue starts lapping at your pussy from behind. His hands spreading your cheeks apart before spanking each one roughly repeatedly.

“ahh please please sto-pp stop”

He continues licking and sucking your pussy, his fingers digging into your ass cheeks as he suddenly pushes two fingers inside you, fucking you faster and harder. “Fuck so tight…. No wonder my son fucked this cunt first. Such a fuckable pussy….. so pathetic and tight….looks like my son hasn’t fucked your filthy cunt properly”

“ Ahhhh…..no-o, no-o, please-ee” your soapy hands slip on the wet sink as you bend even further, presenting your dripping cunt to him. He groans in approval and pushes a third finger inside, stretching you open as he continues to lick and spank. “You’re a needy little whore Y/n, spreading your legs for anyone. Hell, your own father-in-law is gonna be balls-deep inside you tonight but you’re begging for it like a bitch, a horny fucking bitch”

“Please please-ee” your face flushes red with shame, tears streaming down your cheeks as you imagine your husband finding out, yet your pussy clenches desperately around his finger.

Just as you’re about to cum, he pulls his face out and spank your right ass cheek again, leaving a red handprint. “Don’t ‘please’ me, you cheap fucking cockwhore! You’re pathetic, begging for orgasm from your husband’s old father. Should I just leave you like this? Fucking dying for release? Maybe I should call your husband and tell him what a fucking whore his wife is? A frustrated little slut who can’t even get herself off”

He turns you around roughly by fisting your hair painfully, and tears your top and bra off. He slaps your tits hard, pinching and twisting your nipples, trying to force them into stiff peaks as he spits on your face and tits till his mouth dries. “Fucking look at you, tits bouncing like a cheap hooker. Fucking whore, going around with these slutty tits on display, tempting every cock in sight. God-d, these udders are fucking perfect for milking cocks, aren't they? I bet you'd let any fucker with a dick use them." His spit drips down your chest and onto your stomach and pussy as he mauls your tits more harshly.

“ Ahhhh…..”

He tears your top along with your bra in one fluid motion, completely exposing your naked body to his cruel eyes as his hands delicately touches your tits before reaching down to your navel. Without warning, he spanks your pussy and shoves two fingers inside your still throbbing pussy, causing you to jolt forward as you scream.

“Ahhhhh……”

He pulls your hair hard making you arch your back. He adds another finger then another until four finger are stretching your soaked hole painfully. He leans down close to your face, hair soaked with sweat, breathing heavily on your cheek as his tongue licks your cheek sensually making you feel hot and bothered. He whispers in husky tone “Your pussy’s a fucking mess, Y/n. You’re so desperate for dick that you let your own father-in-law rape you...… And you’re still hungry for more? Fucking disgusting. You’re nothing but a cheap whore who needs cock constantly.”

His hand pumps in and out forcefully before pulling his hands out making you gasp. He backhands your face with his cum soaked hands, leaving a trail of spit and your juices, before spanking your red puffy pussy a few times, the obscene sound echoing through the room.

“Ahhh……..please-e please-ee”

Ignoring your pleads, he spits on your cunt again and again, using his hand to rub the spit in and then suddenly pushing his entire hand inside without warning as you scream loudly. “Ahhh…..”

“Shut up!! You dumb slut. Look at you, taking daddy's whole fist now... You've gone from cute innocent girl to fuck-doll meat hole..." He fucks you with his hand, your pussy juices dripping down your thighs, your hole gaping and twitching from his brutal assault. “You know what, you filthy slut? Maybe I should call my friends, let them know that I've found the perfect little cum-dumpster, the kind that loves having her holes stuffed with the cum of older men like us. They’ll probably laugh at how easy it is to rape your tight cunt and greedy asshole. Fuck, I should ruin this sloppy little fuckhole and leave you a drooling, dick-drunk mess, prepare your cheap cunt for their cocks. What do you think, Y/n?"

"No-o please-e don't-tt"

He spreads your thighs wider and starts shoving his whole hand inside you, harder and faster, his fingers spreading your insides roughly. “No? FUCKING NO?? You keep saying 'no' but your loose cunt is swallowing my entire hand inside like a hungry little whore. So stop being such a pretentious whore, my precious daughter-in-law. You know you love being used like a cheap sexdoll."

"Mmmm....please-ee"

He suddenly stops and pulls out his hand, making you moan softly "But, you’ve been a good little slut today...so today only daddy will play with you." He grabs something else from the counter. "And daddy has one more thing for you... A surprise!! You know what else would fit inside your ruined pussy?" He thinks of an idea and grins mischievously.

He snatches a cucumber from the counter, as your eyes widen in panic and you shake your face to protest but he just smiles, enjoying the fearful expression in your face.

He lines the cucumber at your pussy, rubbing and teasing your clit and pussy lips as he stares intently at your scared face. Suddenly, without warning, he thrusts the entire cucumber inside you, all at once as you gasp loudly in pain as it fills you completely. He slams the cold cucumber into your cervix brutally, thrusting it up and down, using it to fuck you roughly. "You're just a hole for me to fill, a worthless cunt. A low-class whore." He spits on your face to assert his dominance. "You think you can stop me from using your pussy? You should be thankful that I’m using you, fucking cockslut. My friends would have used your mouth as a toilet, cumming inside your every hole non-stop and then maybe, maybe they would’ve stopped raping you. You would’ve been their communal cumdump forever.” He thrusts the cucumber deeper into your gaping pussy. "Take it! Take it like the slut you are"

“ Ahhhh….No-oo Please-e please-ee” You scratch his forearm in desperation, trying to pull his arm away to get the cucumber out of your pussy. But he only grips your hair tighter and continues to fuck you with the cold, hard vegetable. "Keep scratching, you dumb slut. You're nothing but a fucking cockwhore who needs to be taught her place. God-d your cunt loves getting abused." He laughs darkly, hearing the disgusting wet noises of your pussy.

“You want this cucumber so bad, don't you?" He continues fucking you with it, the cold vegetable stretching your tight pussy. "But you don't deserve it." He spits on your face, gripping your hair painfully. "You don't deserve anything but pain and humiliation."

He slams the cucumber deeper into you, hitting your most sensitive spots his movements brutal and uncaring. Your body convulses as a powerful orgasm rips through you. You squirt violently a gush of clear fluid shooting out from your pussy and wetting the kitchen floor, your head falls forward, drained. “Fucking hell….How fucking dare you cum without my goddamn permission, you stupid bitch? Did I give you permission to have an orgasm like the desperate, out-of-control whore you are? Goddamn you worthless slut, can’t even control your own orgasm.”

He yanks the cucumber out of your still fluttering pussy roughly, making you whimper and slaps your soaked folds with it. He grabs your hair, wrenching your head back viciously as he loomed over your trembling, orgasming body. His face was contorted in rage, his eyes blazing with fury and disgust. "Open your mouth, cumslut." He presses the cucumber against your lips, "fucking suck it clean. Taste your own dirty cunt”.

“Mmmmm….” You shake your head refusing to take the cucumber in your mouth. He growls angrily and loosens his grip on your hair momentarily to pinch your nose, cutting off your air supply completely. "Open your mouth, bitch! I said OPEN YOUR MOUTH before I break your nose, you disobedient dickwhore”.

“No no” when you still refuse, he loses all his patience.

He squeezes your nostrils harder and slaps the cucumber on your pussy hard, your sensitive flesh smeared with juices and rubbing along your slit, scratching your clit before dragging it to your tits, leaving streaks of cum on your soft skin. “ Either you open this pretty little mouth and suck this filthy cucumber like a good little cumslut or I’ll fucking kill you out right now. I’m gonna choke you with this, you trashy whore, whether you’re awake or not so which is it, you dumb slut? Want to pass out with a cucumber stuck in your throat?”

He slapped your face with the cucumber, leaving a smear of your juices on your cheek as he tightened his grip on your nose, enjoying the way your body squirmed as he cuts off your oxygen supply. “Last chance, you useless fuckwhore. Now open your goddamn mouth and suck, before I make you regret ever fucking refusing me, you stupid cumdumpster."

As soon as you open your mouth, desperate to breathe, he shoves the cucumber in aggressively, pushing it deep until it hits the back of your throat. “That's it, you fucking cunt. Choke on the taste of your own dirty fucking pussy. You fucking love it, don't you? Being used like the set of holes you are. Fuck yeah, take it all like a pathetic cumwhore."

He grabs your hair tighter, forcefully pulling you back towards him and burying the vegetable deeper into your mouth as obscene gurgling noises spilled from your mouth. "God you’re disgusting. You’re drooling all over the cucumber like a dog, you nasty bitch. Even a whorehouse hooker is less slutty than you”

He holds the cucumber there for a long, agonizing moment, watching your face turn red and then purple as your oxygen supply dwindled. Just as your vision started to darken, Yoongi yanks the vegetable out of your mouth, leaving you coughing and gagging as you cry. “ That’s my good little cock-sleeve. Maybe now you'll remember your place, you disgusting slutty whore."

With a cruel laugh, he tosses the cucumber aside carelessly and releases your hair, sending your upper body stumbling forward as you gasp for breath. Your legs shakes violently beneath you, unable to support your weight and you collapse onto the cold, floor in a disheveled, messy heap, your naked body splayed out obscenely as you struggled to catch your breath.

"Pathetic." He kicks you hard in the ribs. "Get up, my fucktoy. We're not done with this fuck session yet. I want to rape your filthy sloppy whore hole now."

“no no please”

“Listen up, you filthy little cockslut," he growls, his voice a low, commanding bark. "I want you to present yourself to me like the obedient fucktoy you are, my filthy daughter-in-law. Get on your fucking hands and knees, ass in the air, and lick up every last drop of your pathetic dirty, slutty cum from the floor. Show me what a cock-hungry bitch you are, desperate to clean up the mess your cheap pussy made, you useless whore.” He delivers a harsh smack at your asscheeks with his feet, making you yelp at the pain.

His eyes light up with sadistic glint as he watches your shaky body scrambling to take the degrading position. “Faster, you stupid whore. Lap it up, c’mon my rapedoll, taste the filth dripping from your own desperate cunt like the brainless slut you are, and maybe I'll reward you with my thick cock."

He grabs your hair again, twisting it cruelly in his fist, pressing your face down towards the puddle of cum on the floor as he stands up and palms his cock roughly before taking off his clothes. "Mmmm, that's a good little cock-sleeve. Clean up your mess like the dirty cumdump you are."

You began licking as your eyes become teary, as he strokes his cock frantically keeping his foot on your head harder, holding you in place as you clean the mess with your tongue. “That's it, you pathetic bitch. Get every last fucking drop, you filthy slut. And do it while I stroke my big, hard cock right in front of you." You obediently begin to lick up your own juices, as Yoongi watches with satisfaction as you clean up the floor with your tongue. Without warning, he wrenches your head back by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. Before you could react, he leans down and spit a thick, globby wad of saliva directly into your open mouth as the bitter, musky taste of his spit filled your mouth, making you gag instinctively.

"Ahhh, fuck! I fucking love watching my cock-hungry sextoy. Fucking nasty slag, my innocent son should have married an innocent girl but he got you, a whore with a used-up disgusting cunt". He groans, his eyes darkens with desire as you cry loudly hearing his insults.

He throws you down roughly, not caring as your face slams against the sticky, cum-stained surface, cheek burning from the impact. Yoongi wastes no time in mounting you from behind, his cock thrusting inside your pussy with brutal, animalistic force. “Stop crying, you filthy cockwhore. This pathetic cunt belongs to me now, you hear me? It's just a fucking hole for me to ruin as I please. Just a worthless cumdump for my thick cock."

He leans over her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pounds into you mercilessly, making you cry out in pain. “That's right, scream for me, my cheap sex-doll. God-dd, this is why you were born, slut. Your only purpose in life is to be a fucktoy for any man who wants a warm, wet hole, fucking filthy slut. You're nothing but a cum bucket, princess.”

“Mmmm….please-e let me go-oo”

“ Ha! Fuck no, this is just the beginning, you dirty cock-hungry bitch. You’re nothing but a dumb useless cunt who deserves to be chained up and raped by men continuously until you’re nothing but a used-up fuckhole.” He laughs as he hears you sob uncontrollably, breasts bouncing with each thrust as you try to escape his painful words.

With a wicked smile, he forces the back of your skull with both hands, pressing your face even harder into the cold wet floor, grinding your cheek mercilessly in the puddle of your own juices. “Look at you, crying like the pathetic little cockslut you are. Stop pretending Y/n, You're just a filthy whore. I bet you love getting raped by your daddy-in-law or maybe you want your husband to join us too”

“no no-o please-ee”

Yoongi throws his head back and laughs mockingly as he began to move your head side to side, forcing you to wipe your own cum from the kitchen floor with your cheeks like a human mop, still brutally thrusting inside your leaking cunt.

“Ahhh…..leave-e me “

He uses your hair like reins, controlling your movements completely. "Ahhh… my pretty fuckdoll. You fucking love this, don't you? Being treated like a trashy slut? Fuck, feel how your sloppy little fuckhole is clenching around my cock. You love being a rapedoll. Admit it, you love getting fucked forcefully by filthy old men, don’t you, you disgusting cheap dickwhore?"

He spreads your asscheeks wider, watching his dick go in and out, as you're completely out of it, eyes empty, cheek pressed into the floor as your tits bounces with each thrust. He spanks you harshly as you moan loudly “Wake up, you weak bitch!! I want you to hear every fucking word I say to you. You need to understand the truth about yourself, you filthy fucking whore.”

He leans in close to your ear, hands still pressing your cheek on the floor, as he thrust slower but deeper in your swollen pussy “You’re just a brainless set of tits and ass and cunt, a dumb little fuckdoll that exist for one purpose and one purpose alone - to be used, abused and ruined for the pleasure of real men like me. You’re a dirty cock-sleeve, made to be passed around like a cheap fleshlight. You exist only for milking cock and swallow cum. This is your destiny, Y/n. accept it.”

“Yess yes-s daddy” you whisper, your soul now broken from the cruel assault that had wrecked your body.

Yoongi smiles triumphantly, a cruel laughter echoing through the room as he hears your confession "Yes, that's right, my stupid bitchy cumwhore.” He leans back, leaving your destroyed body still, and starts thrusting wildly "Fuck, I can't believe how long it took you to figure that out, But now that you have, I know I can do whatever the fuck I want with you, and you'll just thank me for it like the desperate slut you are."

“Mmmm…. Yes-s daddy-y”

"You're mine now, you filthy cock-sleeve, my own personal set of dirty, leaking fuckholes to abuse and fill as I see fit.” He couldn’t believe how lucky he is, the perfect gift that had fallen right into his lap. "Fuck this is the best birthday present – a young warm, wet hole that’s gonna milk my old cock. I'm gonna ruin you, Daddy's personal little cumsock. I’m gonna rape you so hard that your pussy will always be stretched out, ready to take any cock I want. Maybe I’ll pimp out your disgusting fuckholes to my friends. You’ll be fucked so much that you’ll become a drooling, mindless mess, unable to do anything but fucking thank us for the privilege of being our personal sexdoll”.

Yoongi abruptly pulls his dick out from your sensitive cunt, leaving you empty and whining for more. ”Please-e daddy-y”

He tightens his grip on your long hair, using it like a handle to yank you upright, as you let out a cry of pain. You remain kneeling on the floor, your back facing his naked form standing behind you. “Don't fucking move, Not a single fucking inch, you hear me, you filthy slut?"

“Yes-s yes-s daddy-y”

He runs his free hand through your long hair, fingers combing through the silky strands, the gentle movement betraying his cruel intentions. “Good girl. You’ve been such a good cockslut today, my good little girl. Following daddy’s order, doing what he wants. You’re mine now, babygirl. Not your husband not any other man, just mine, do you understand, you dirty whore? Your nasty holes, your mind, and your very soul - it's all mine to ruin as I see fit. And I'm going to take such good care of my new fuckdoll, I promise you that.”

“Yes daddy-y” you squirm helplessly as your hips grind against the air, trying to find anything that could help your release.

Yoongi looks at your trembling form and yanks your face backwards facing him, as he pulls your hair and slaps you cheeks harshly. “Filthy whore, you fucking don't deserve to cum today. You’re just a dirty little slut who exists for my pleasure, nothing more. You don't get to cum, you hear me? Your greedy cunt doesn't deserve any fucking relief. How dare you think you could squirt without my permission and not face any punishment"

“Sorry-y sorry-yy, dadd-yy” you feel ashamed, lips trembling as you’re on the verge of crying.

Yoongi ignores your apologies and grips your hair tightly as he begins to jerk off right above your head. “ My worthless little bitch. I could fuck you all day long.....use you like a toy." Wrapping your long hair around his spit and your slick coated cock, he thrusts violently, holding your head tightly as he pumps his cock faster.

The bulbous head of his cock tap against your forehead leaving his sticky precum on your hair and skin as he abuses your silky hair, treating them like just another fuck-hole for his pleasure. “ Fuck-kk, look how you’re getting used by superior men like me. Whores like you are so easy to break. Men like me, we own you, my filthy fuckwhore."

Gripping your hair tighter while thrusting brutally, Yoongi wrenches your head back, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes full of sadistic pride and lust as he drank in the sight of your cum-streaked face, knowing that he owned you completely. "I'm going to destroy you, you dirty cumwhore. I'm going to fuck your hair, your mouth, your cunt, your ass, until you're nothing more than a dumb set of holes, hungry for more, my filthy cumdump."

He jerks your head back, slamming his cock forward, in his makeshift silky fuckhole as tears sprung in your eyes because of the pain in your scalp "Fuck, take it all, you hairy little cock-sleeve! Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" he growls and spits in your hair as he comes hard, his hot load shooting directly into your hair and dripping down your forehead. “You should be proud of yourself, you cheap cunt. I have only used your dead mother-in-law like that."

He steps back and wipes his cum soaked hand on the cleaner part of your hair, leaving it matted and sticky from his cum before pushing your exhausted body on the floor, breasts pressed on the kitchen floor and legs spread open in front of his lustful eyes.

He bends down, still breathing heavily from his orgasm and grips your chin tightly, his thumb rubbing your lower lip harshly, pushing it out in a lewd pout as he forces you to meet his cold gaze. “Keep your fucking legs spread, whore and don't you dare fucking move until I say otherwise.” With that he gets up and walks away leaving you on the floor covered in his cum.

“please-e” your voice comes out in a whisper, as you fight the urge to touch yourself, knowing that doing so will only lead to more cruel punishment.

He returns a few minutes later, his muscular upper body on full display while bottom half covered in baggy pyjamas as he sips the expensive red wine your husband bought for his birthday as he circles around you like a shark playing with his prey. “God, what a disgusting little daughter-in-law I have. Lying there like a desperate, cock-starved bitch, with your legs spread wide and your dirty hole dripping all over the floor. You're just gagging for it, aren't you, you dirty slut?"

“Please-e please-e daddy” you speak out, needy and desperate to cum.

He kicks your legs further apart, enjoying the sweet taste of his wine and kneels down between your splayed thighs and runs his fingers through your wet folds and spitting on your pussy. “You're fucking drenched, you horny bitch. Look how much your pathetic cunt is craving my big, hard cock. You want to cum, don't you? I've already given you more than a pathetic whore like you deserves."

“Mmmm….yes-s yess-s” he smirks like a devil at your moans while spanking and rubbing your swollen red pussy harshly, knowing exactly how frustrated you are.

“too bad, little girl. A trashy slut like you doesn’t deserve to cum.” He presses his fingers barely into your hole before pulling away again. He spanks the soft flesh of your left butt cheek, groaning at the red handprint decorating your jiggling ass as you yelp out at the pain. He roughly wipes his slick covered fingers across the reddened skin of your ass and gets up.

“please-ee please-e, make me-e cum daddy-yy” you beg.

“Daddy?" He repeats mockingly, chuckling darkly. "You think calling me daddy is going to make me give you what you want?" He leans down and spits in your open pussy, watching his spit dripping down your needy hole as your legs tremble with desperation. "You're not in a position to make demands, you needy whore. You're just a fucking cumdump, meant to be used, ruined and discarded."

He sits down at the kitchen table and sips his wine leisurely. As he drinks, he occasionally kicks your spread pussy with his feet, laughing darkly as you moan and squirm from the contact. "Drinking wine after raping such a young tight cunt. Perfect night for a man."

“Mmmm….”

He kicks your pussy harder this time, his foot pressing against your clit briefly before pulling away. You let out a loud moan, your hips bucking upwards desperately seeking more friction. "Shut up and take it, slut. You’re like a cheap fucking sex doll Y/n – one touch and you’re creaming and shaking like a brainless bitch." He chuckles at your reaction and takes another sip of his wine calmly.

“Please-e please daddy”

He sets his wine glass down and leans forward, his face inches from yours as he spits his wine on your sweaty tear and cum soaked face. "Please what? Please fuck you? Please make you cum?" He laughs cruelly as he stands up to kick your pussy again. "No. You're just going to lie here and take my foot while I drink my wine."

He kicks your pussy again and again, his strong feet pressing against your clit and lips mercilessly. You can feel your own wetness dripping out of you as you whimper and beg, but he just laughs and keeps kicking. "Pathetic little disposable whore can't even get an orgasm. You’re nothing but a cheap dirty bitch that my son married so he could dump his cum whenever he wants. You’re fucking trapped now…..From now on, you’ll be nothing but a cock sleeve for me and my friends. God-d Jungkook will love breaking a whore like you."

“Daddy, please-e please-e, let me cum” You stopped caring about the insults, about the humiliation as all you can think about the orgasm that been denied to you for so long.

He brings his foot down hard onto your pussy, pressing it firmly against your clit and grinding it roughly. He does this repeatedly, using his foot to fuck you brutally as he drinks his wine. "Tell me, you love older dicks don’t you? Fucked forcefully, brutalized by old rich men. Don’t worry, my sweet fuckwhore daddy's going to fuck you with his foot until you pass out from frustration." He pulls his foot away to land a harsh kick on your side before pressing and kicking it harder on your gaping pussy.

He watches with amusement as you writhe and squirm side to side, trying to chase his foot for more friction but always missing as he moves it just out of reach. Your face is contorted with pleasure and frustration, your hands reaching out desperately. "Look at you, pathetic fuckhole. Look at how shamelessly you’re grinding on my foot, you stupid cunt"

He continues to torment you, moving his foot just enough to keep you on the edge but never giving you the release you desperately need. He takes another sip of his wine, enjoying the sight of your desperate struggles. "You know what? I think I'll enjoy watching my little slut suffer all night." He laughs darkly as he kicks your pussy again. "I should have married my son to an innocent virgin instead of a used-up whore like you. What a disgraceful whore wife my son has." He kicks harder, degrading you with each kick, his voice dripping with cruelty. "Fucking desperate bitch. So loose and slutty. Can’t even take daddy’s foot properly"

“daddy-yy”

His expression turns vicious at your soft 'daddy' plea. He suddenly froze and stands still between your spread legs with his wine glass still in hand. "Fine then, since you begged so nicely for daddy..." He pours wine on your swollen red pussy, causing you to flinch from the sudden cold and stinging sensation as you try to close your thighs instinctively. “ Fuck your cheap nasty hole loves this wine, doesn’t it? You know this glass of wine is literally worth more than your entire existence, you useless bitch. Yet here I'm pouring it onto your disgusting cheap cunt.”

“Mmmm….. Please-ee”

He bends down and roughly grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to sit up abruptly. He drags your naked bruised body by your hair and slams your back against the kitchen cabinets. Before you could process anything, he slaps your face, tits and finally pussy repeatedly “Look at these pathetic fat tits, your swollen ugly cunt, your tiny dirty mouth….. so desperate for attention. Fucking attention whore.”

“Ahh….”

Holding your hair in a painful grip, he whispers against you ear “Let's see how much you can really take, you stupid fucking cow” as he releases your hair, leaving your vulnerable sitting form on the floor, you let out a soft whimper, flinching from the pain in your scalp. He stands up and rummages through the kitchen drawers for a few minutes before turning back to face you, a cruel smirk on his face as he walks towards you with multiple spatulas and spoons in his hands.

“no no please-ee don’t” you beg as you try to get away from him as he presses his right foot on your thigh, effectively pinning your tiny body under his much larger frame.

He bends down and slaps your face again, harder this time, spitting on your face before slapping your thighs harshly, making it spread more obscenely. “No? You stupid fucking cunt, who the fuck cares about your fucking no? You’re just a warm hole for me to use. I don’t give a fuck about consent from a whore like you. I’ll rape this cunt raw if I want to. Your 'no' only turns me on more.”

He suddenly grabs a wooden spatula and starts forcing it into your pussy, the smooth wooden handle stretching you wide open as you let out a moan. He pushes the handle of wooden spatula inside you slowly, your pussy stretching to accommodate the new object, twisting it to spread your cunt wider. He starts moving it in and out carefully. "Look…..this is what you are, a cheap young fuckhole. Your cunt is so loose and wet, fuck-k it’ll be so easy to share you like a street whore." He then gets an idea and grins darkly. "One second."

He grabs more things - spoons, forks, and wooden spatulas - lining them up. He spreads your legs wide again, pushes the handles of all the objects one by one into your pussy roughly as you cry out louder. "Jesus Christ, what a sloppy loose cock sleeve. your pussy is so fucked-up that it doesn’t even close anymore. Any man can slide his dick in your filthy cunt Y/n. Your loose hole makes my cock so hard just thinking about easy it is to rape you.”

“Please-ee please-ee”

He continues stuffing your pussy with kitchen items until it's overflowing. He grabs a large ladle next. "Last one..." He shoves the ladle inside your pussy hard, packing it tightly with all the other objects. Your pussy is bulging and stretched beyond belief.

“no it hurts....it-t hurts-s daddy.”

He rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of satisfaction in his voice looking at the kitchen tools stuck in your cunt. "Of course it hurts, you stupid bitch. Your pussy is so fucked up now that it can't even handle normal dick anymore."

“Look at your slutty cunt.” He grabs your hair and forces you to look down at your filled pussy, bending you in half “You think you deserve to cum after being used like this? You’re just a filthy cockslut, not worthy of any pleasure. My poor son married a fucking whore who can’t even keep her legs closed” he spits on your face and breasts and orders harshly, pointing towards the couch. “now crawl, bitch”

“Ahhhh….Yes-s daddy”

He groans loudly as he watches you crawl, completely unaware and lost in your degradation. Silently pulling out his phone, he snaps a photo of you from behind, capturing your stuffed pussy and the humiliating position you’re in. He smirks at himself, knowing he has evidence of his son’s wife humiliation.

He sits back on the couch, as you reach the couch, obediently awaiting his command, “lie down on your back and spread your legs wide open, you dumb whore. I want to see every single inch of that used-up cunt”

He kicks your legs wide open and spits on your pussy before leaning back on the couch “fucking bitch, look at you squirming desperate to cum. A respectable man like me won’t lower himself to touch a filthy slut’s pussy. Now if you want to cum, you’re going to fuck your sensitive loose cunt with that spatula handle until you squirt like the desperate bitch you are. Don’t touch anything else but that handle, you nasty cockwhore.”

You lie down on the floor as ordered, your legs spread wide, trembling with fear and shame and pussy on display as you start pumping the spatula in and out of your stuffed pussy, whimpering at the pain and pleasure as it hits your deepest sensitive spot.

‘Mmmm…..ahhhh”

He watches you as, his face twist in disgust and amusement “I can’t believe I’m even looking at this. Did my son know what a filthy whore he married? Did he have any idea that his sweet, innocent bride was nothing but a dirty cock-sleeve hiding underneath a pretty facade? He will be so ashamed of you, Y/n. Fucking your broken loose cunt with a spatula like a bitch in heat. He trusted you to be a good wife, and you're proving to be nothing more than a cheap disgusting slut. Maybe I should give him a call, let him know his precious wife is desperately fucking her dirty hole in front of his poor father. I bet he'd be shocked to see his prude wife acting like a filthy cock-starved slut. Then again, maybe he won’t be surprised. Maybe he knew all along that he married a slutty, cock-hungry whore like you. Maybe he's glad to see you finally embracing your true nature." As his cruel words cut through you, you start pumping the spatula handle more harshly into your stretched cunt, the wet squelching noises filling the silent room.

He watches as you try to fuck yourself faster, desperate for release “such a horny little thing. Completely lost in fucking yourself with that handle, aren’t you? Just a dumb horny cunt humping a piece of wood like an animal. Did you forget that your old father-in-law is watching you, you shameless whore? Look at you, tits bouncing, sloppy cunt dripping and stretched, writhing and begging for that orgasm like a brainless slut.” He laughs darkly.

“yes-s yes-s”

Just as you’re about to cum, he commands “stop! “ you ignore him as you continue to fuck yourself wildly, far too gone to understand that you have been raped by your father-in-law. He leans down and pulls the wooden handle by himself “I said STOP, you disobedient fucking bitch! You’re a fucking disgrace Y/n . Did you think you could cum without my permission, you greedy cumslut?"

You scream out in frustration, moving your hips desperately, trying to create some friction against your throbbing pussy, holding back your orgasm “ no no-o no please-ee”

A cruel, amused smirk spreads across his handsome face as he takes in the sight of you, splayed out naked, desperate, trying to grind against anything to find the friction you craves before he pulls out the other utensils from your pussy and spanks your pussy repeatedly. “Face it, you cheap slut. You're not a wife, not a respectable woman. You're just a set of holes for men to use and abuse. And now that you've had a taste of what real men can do to you, you'll never be satisfied by my son again.”

“ ahhhh….” You cry out in pain and shock, body jolting from the sudden impact as you finally calm down.

“Did I say you could keep touching yourself, you dumb fucking whore?" he snarls, his eyes clouded with fury and sadistic lust. "I told you to stop, and I meant it. You don't get to cum until I say so, you greedy slut. Now beg me!! Beg me to let you cum like the desperate, cock-addicted whore you are”.

“Please please”

“You can do better, bitch!” he spanks your bruised pussy again

“Please, I... I need it. I need to cum so badly, daddy. I'm begging you, please let me cum like the dirty whore I am! I'm your fuck-doll, your slut... I just want to cum for you, please! I'll do anything, be anything you want, just please... please let me cum!"

“Good girl” he smiles cruelly at your tear streaked ruined face, your broken pleas, feeling powerful and enjoying the control he has over you. “Looks like the whore is finally understanding her place. Begging so sweetly, like a proper fuck-toy should. You want to cum that badly, you cockslut? Then fucking earn it, Prove to me that you deserve this dirty orgasm. Say that you're my disgusting little cumpdumpster."

“yes-s yes-s daddy-yy, I’m your disgusting little cumdumpster”

“Alright, you filthy whore. Since you're so fucking desperate to cum, climb on my fucking foot and hump your nasty smelly cunt on my foot, like a dirty bitch on heat until you make yourself cum” he taunts, as he watches you with a mix of cruel anticipation and disgust his voice dripping with mocking amusement as he leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his broad chest and spreading his legs wider.

Without thinking you climb, gripping his legs tightly and start to grind your swollen pussy lips and clit against his right foot. “ahhh yes yes-s daddy-y”

Yoongi grins wickedly as he pulls out his phone again and pans the camera up your bouncing tits as your hips ruts against his foot frantically. “Fuck, look at you... Grinding on my foot like the pathetic slut you are. I've never seen such a desperate, cock-craving whore.”

He zooms in with his camera phone, capturing the depraved sight of your swollen, puffy lips spreading around his toes, as you try to put them inside your hungry hole. “You’re loving every second of this, aren't you? I bet you never thought you'd sink this low, huh? Turned out to be just another cock-hungry slut in the end. That's it, you filthy girl. Fucking ruin your worthless cheap cunt on my foot so that I can show everyone what a pathetic whore you are”

“fuck fuck-k fuck-kk.” Your pussy spasms uncontrollably as you cum violently, imagining your husband watching this video of you being used like a slut by his father.

“fucking whore” Without giving you a moment to recover, Yoongi’s hand comes down hard across your face, the sharp slap ringing in your ears , as he feels his foot get drenched by your cum “You made a fucking mess, you useless cumslut. Clean it up. Lick up every drop of your slutty cum like a good little cock-sleeve.”

As you hesitate, his fingers tighten painfully in her hair, forcing you to meet his cruel, mocking gaze. "Don't make me tell you twice, you nasty slut. Lick. Every. Last. Drop." He punctuates each word with a sharp tug to your scalp.

Tears leak from the corners of your eyes as you part your lips and begin to lap at the sticky fluid coating his toes. The shame of your actions finally dawning upon you as you swallow the last remnants of your cum from his foot hearing him laughing at you and showing the photos he had taken of you. “God-d, Next time, I'm going to pump your young cunt so full of my seed that you’ll be dripping with it for days, you fucking cockwhore. Fuck-k it’s so hot, I’ll be breeding the same cunt my son has used. Maybe his cum would still be sloshing inside you when his old father’s dick will breed your slutty pussy. But I’m not too cruel baby, I'll let my son fuck you again, let him fuck my leftover cunt while you're pregnant, let him feel his own baby bouncing against your belly as he ruins this hole once more. Would you like that, you dirty cum-guzzling bitch? Being used as a set of holes by father and son?”

“Yes- yes-ss, daddy-yy” You speak, your young mind completely shattered, as you get consumed by an unnatural obsession with your own father-in-law.

"Good girl," he smiles pulling your face towards him before spitting a thick wad of saliva directly on your eyes and mouth. Before you can even react, he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead as you cry feeling utterly ashamed of yourself. He holds you lovingly and whispers in your ear, making a shiver run down your spine “soon, you’ll be my bride, my pretty baby”.

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piastri-fvx · 5 months ago

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Name Drop. Lando Norris.

pairing: rapper! lando x singer! zayn malik's sister! reader, smau (none of the f1 drivers mentioned are f1 drivers in this story, they're all just lando's friends and that's lowkey how they're known lol)

summary: When Lando's new song goes viral not only because it's very good, but also because he mentioned a special someone.

face claim: sabrina carpenterrrrr & girls from pinterest!! (also use of pics of different singers & rappers for lando!!)

disclaimer/s: very brief mention of magui in a comment, mothing else, though!! (i'm a joão félix fan lmao)

A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKKK!! i was sick for 2 weeks straight but i'm better now, so i can get back to writing (finally ughhhh) ket me know if you want to be on my permanent tag list and feel free to comment!! enjoy, my loves <3333

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lando_norris_updates how lando feels after mentioning y/n. fricking. malik.

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user1 zayn's not gonna be happy lmaooo

user2 let my boy cook

-> user3 the song is fire tho, he cooked with that

user4 i swear if they're dating, i'll be so pissed

-> user5 not you thinking they care about your opinion 💀

-> user6 who does bro think he is

user7 isn't she zayn's sister?

-> user8 yeah but she's kinda a lot younger, she's lando's age

-> user7 oooohhh okay thanks

user9 playing that song on repeat 😣

user10 okay but hear me out, their voices together would break the internet

-> user11 i feel like everyone would eat that up

-> user12 yeah but remember, we don't even know if they know each other soooo

user13 collab incoming????? (i'm delusional)

-> user14 gonna spam both of their dms, who's with me?

-> user15 @user14 i'm on it 😝

user16 say less is my new favorite song 😍

@lando

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lando tysm for this opportunity and for dealing with me laughing when we trying to film lolllll @y/n_malik everyone go watch my new music video featuring the amazing y/n

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zayn careful what you say buddy ♥︎ by author

-> lando yes sir (respecting my elders as i should)

-> user1 oh- uh, lando, i don't think that's-

y/n_malik EVERYONE GO STREAM LANDO'S NEW SONG!!! ♥︎ by author

-> lando YESSSSS LISTEN TO Y/N

-> user2 not them already being besties lmao

user3 guys!! i saw them together in london and they looked really cozy with each other

-> user4 dating announcement incoming???

-> user5 tbh they don't have to tell us anything

-> user6 yeah we should respect their privacy

-> user7 maybe they're just friends, ever thought of that?

user8 it's crazy to me how everyone immediately assumes that they're dating, boys and girls can be friends too...

user9 i think they might be dating but let's honestly just leave them alone 😭

-> user10 yeah imagine you're just trying to live your life and people start shipping you with your friend

maxfewtrell proud bsf over here ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik he's my bsf now, go away, max (respectfully) ☺️ ♥︎ by author

user11 this is so unexpected thoooo

user12 i'm a y/n fan and i only found out about lando's career because of her and i'm honestly so grateful because his voive is literally beautiful

-> user13 welcome to the fandom!!

user14 okay but have you guys actually watched the video? because the eye contact at 2:38 is insane

-> user15 i think if someone stared into my eyes like THAT for THAT look, i'd ask 'what are we'

-> user16 i don't mean to make false assumptions but his eyes were practically screaming 'i love this girl'

-> user17 i honestly agree

user18 anyone noticed how close to kissing they were at one point in the video??

-> user19 YES OMG!! i thought i was the only one 😣

@y/n_malik

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y/n_malik SUPRISE!! a say less version feat. me out now!! 🥰

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user1 WAHT WHAT OMG RUNNING TO SPOTIFY RN ♥︎ by author

user2 YOU HAVE A FEATURE ON LANDO'S SONG????

-> user3 it's a new version and they changed the lyrics of a part to fit herrrr

user4 i thought the original version of the song was good but i think i died and went to heaven when i listened to the version with you 😭 ♥︎ by author

-> user5 same i literally had goosebumps

user6 their voices together sound so fricking majesctic ughhhhh ♥︎ by author

-> user7 in desperate need of a whole joint album

user8 can we talk about her HIGH NOTE????????? LIKE WHAT????? HOW IS THAT EVEN HUMANLY POSSIBLE Y/N. ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik TYSMMMMMM

pietra.pilao stunning picture, i feel like nobody's talking about it!! my new favorite song, btw 😌 ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik i'm literally gonna kiss you girl ily sm 🫶

-> maxfewtrell excuse me???

-> y/n_malik apology accepted 🙌

user9 MAX F AND Y/N BEEF????

user10 WHO'S THIS DIVAAAAA

-> user11 it's aisha (y/n) b**** 😝

user12 y/n looking like a goddess out here as always 💞

user13 y/n please never let lando in any way influence your style 🙏🙏🙏 ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik i would never lmao

-> lando ouch?

-> y/n_malik sorry lan ☺️

user14 "lan" okay i see you girl

user15 smash 😣😣😣

user16 isn't lando dating magui?

-> user17 no he isn't and he also wasn't

@lando

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lando happy birthday y/n ❤️

@y/n_malik

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user1 she looks like a princess ❤️😭

user2 how old is she now?

-> user3 22, she's two years younger than lando

y/n_malik i don't know about you, but i'm feeling 22 🥰 ♥︎ by author

taylorswift 🤭

user4 lando feeding us y/n crumbs is what kerps me alive 🙏

niallhoran i remember when she was a little girl 🙂 ♥︎ by author

-> user5 niall being her 2nd big brother is the cutest thing ever

user6 my two worlds colliding (lando and 1d)

-> user7 it's so crazy to me how y/n also lowkey grew up in front of our eyes

-> user8 i remember when she was like 10 and doing a live stream with the boys and they were being all cute and acting like y/n wasn't only zayn's little sister but also the other guys's little sister ehdndbmxnxkxkf

zayn you'll always be my little sister, y/n ❤️

-> y/n_malik ❤️

-> user9 not the fact that lando was out here liking all of the comments except this one 💀

user10 bro's scared because zayn's lowkey overprotective lmaoooo

harrystyles absolutely adore that version ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik TYYYYYY ❤️❤️❤️

y/n_malik lan took those pics with an actual camera in case you were wondering 🤭 ♥︎ by author

user11 anyone else hoping that y/n's still friends with the 1d boys? i mean obviously she talks to her brother but the other four?

-> louist91 y/n's still our friend dw ☺️

-> user12 HI LOUISSSSS

user13 lando entering his photographer era for y/n lmao ♥︎ by author

-> user14 lando has to teach us and tell us the settings he took the pictures at and what camera because those poctures are beautiful

user15 CUTIESSSSSS

alexandrasaintmleux gorgeous gorgeous girl ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik i miss you and leo 😭

-> user16 so you're telling me y/n is already besties with lando's friends/their girlfriends????

user17 awwww that's cute *turns on mitski while crying*

-> user18 i feel like that too

@niallhoran

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niallhoran finally met my little sister's boyfriend

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y/n_malik nialler, he's not my boyfriend

-> lando i'm not?

-> user1 EXCUSE ME WHAT-

user2 okay if they're not dating by now, i'd actually be shocked

liampayne tell her i said hi ❤️ ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik HIIIII PAYNOOOOOO

-> liampayne hi y/nnnnnn!!!!!!

-> user3 THIS IS SO CUTEEEEE

user4 lando's dating a painting?

user5 y/n, i promise whatever lando's offering you, i can give you more

-> user6 y/n give us a chance (or should i say chonce?)

tatemcrae PAUSE... did you get a boyfriend and not tell me?

-> y/n_malik check whatsapp girlyyyyyy

user7 chat we've lost her

user8 i literally have no one to talk to this about and i'm about to crash out

-> user9 join the twt side of this fandom and you'll have loads of people

tatemcrae you're a literal goddess y/n

-> y/n_malik and you're the love of my life

-> lando are you sure you're not forgetting someone???

-> user10 lando's out here fighting for his life lol

user11 me and who?

carlossainz55 you two sicken me

-> y/n_malik your hairline sickens me

-> carlossainz55 @lando dump her

-> lando never

-> user12 HOLD ON. IS THIS A COMFIRMATION THAT THEY'RE DATING????

user13 OH?????

@y/n_malik

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y/n_malik you are the best thing that's ever been mine

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lando and you're the love of my life ♥︎ by author

-> y/n_malik i love you, my love ❤️

-> lando i love you, baby 🥰 ♥︎ by author

user1 okay so that's lando.

user2 THE. MATCHING. PANTS.

-> user3 YESSSSS I'M GONNA DIEEEE

user4 okay but the pants are so pretty???? ♥︎ by author

user5 so obsessed with you guys

-> user6 best relationship fr

user7 hey siri play say less 🎧 ♥︎ by author

user8 say less is their anthem now

-> user9 yup that is THEIR song now

user10 please never break up

user11 if i was him, i would've written a song about her too

-> user12 real we can't exactly blame him yk

-> user13 i mean just look at her

user14 🥰🥰🥰

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A/N: hope u enjoyed ahhhhh!! i wrote this at 2 am so please excuse me if there are spelling mistakes lmao. also feel free to request because i need ideasssss <3333

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bunny-1111 · 11 months ago

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One step ahead - TN, enemies to lovers + academic rivals

Description: You and Theodore hate each other. Amidst exam season, was the tension and the teasing because of your rivalry or something else?

Word count: 1.2k

Authors Note: I'm backkkkkkkk, sorry for not being as active been so flat out, but this story came into my head, and I just couldn't resist

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You glared at Theodore across your charms class, his gaze already haunting you before you could find his eye line.

It was always a competition; who would break away first, but he always won.

Regardless of being in the same friendship group, it did not affect your rivalry.

Since children, you hated everything about each other.

You hated how he strutted. You hated how he'd be so sure he was right about everything. You hated the way he flirted with every girl in Hogwarts, you hated how he'd always find a way out of trouble, regardless of always breaking the rules, You hated the way he sounded so sophisticated, even, if not, especially when he cussed.

He hated the way you'd smile, and get your every which way bewitching anyone with that stupid perfect mouth of yours. He hated how guys would kneel down to you, he hated how you always managed to hold such composure even when you were slaughtered drunk, how you fluttered your eyes up, and more than anything, he hated how he couldn't get rid of you, you lived in his mind, you danced in his head like a memory he couldn't shake.

As he made his way towards your desk, his face didn't budge, his expression curious, like he had planned what he was going to say before he even got to you.

he leaned over and inspected your grade, his arm leading awfully close to your hand, "One point behind me" he almost laughed

Your brows threatening to furrow, his lips threatening to smirk.

"Well, next quiz, you'll be two points behind me" you insisted

"Shame that's not true", he shrugged, "I'll always be one point and step in front of you." he practically gritted through his teeth

With that, the bell rang, he turned and made his exit. Not that easily, you thought, shoving into his shoulder, overtaking his place in the corridor. You didn't look back, you didn't need to, you already knew his eyes were watching you, you felt them.

With exams coming up, the pressure was on, more than ever, to outdo each other's intelligence.

Sitting around a large round table at the table were Matteo, Enzo, Theo, Pansy, Draco and yourself, most eyes glued to books, except Theo's. His eyes found themselves studying your face instead of his charms book. When you caught him staring, you rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating back on your notes; you thought he's just trying to distract me. Do not let him win, you reminded yourself, fighting the urge to look back up.

When your exams finally finished, you dropped your pencil and followed everyone out of the hall, Theodore found himself beside you, "Stand still for a second, Nott" you say. He listened and waited for what you were about to say; you took one big step in front of him "see that, one step ahead" you smiled as you continued to walk backwards, he laughed, actually laughed, shaking his head. You couldn't help but smile yourself.

"Did you see that?" Pansy says, nudging into Draco's shoulder, "See what?" he questions. "I think they're... getting along... in their own fucked up way," she concluded, her head tilted to make sure what she was seeing wasn't in her own mind. "Maybe hell has frozen over", he said, watching, equally as shocked as Pansy.

Sitting patiently in your chair, waiting for you exam results.

When you flip your page over, you smile, confident you have beaten Theodore, "98" you mouth to him from across the room, his lips turn into an exaggerated frown lifting his paper up for you to see. 98.5 written at the top of his page.

You have to be fucking kidding me! You wanted to scream, point five, point motherfucking five, are you kidding me?!

Throwing your page back onto your desk, you were pissed, as Theodore had never been more pleased.

You didn't wait around for his snarky comments, you walk straight out of class, you were in no mood to be trifled with.

Spending the rest of the day in your room, not showing up for dinner, you had no appetite for food, or Theodore's reminders of beating you, just.

Just after 11pm, you couldn't sleep. Being a weekend with no curfew, you grabbed your packet and stormed outside, desperately fighting the wind, trying to light your cigarette.

"need a hand?" Theodore said covering your smoke from the wind, you said nothing back, instead leaning slightly on the wall behind you.

"What are you doing here?" you finally replied

"I could ask you the same question," he retorts

You couldn't look at him, so mad, you were scared you would cry or hit him, which would encrypt guilt or satisfaction?

"Look at me when I speak to you," he demanded. Had he been talking? We were so caught up in your thoughts that you couldn't hear anything he had said.

Clocking your head towards him, "Don't tell me what to do", you huff, exhaling. He snatched the smoke out of your lips, stomping on it

"Sorry?" He gritted, spineless

Rolling your eyes, he took hold of your face, more specifically, your chin, "Don't fucking roll your eyes at me again, understand?" he instructed "I always roll my eyes at you" You reply, eyes squinting in anger

"Not anymore," he said calmly

Now you were confused, "I don't un-" you start

"Understand, yeah, I know" he finishes

"But that's a lie, I do understand, and so do you, all too well" He continues as he stalks closer to you, to the point your back is now completely pressed against the wall

Your heart rate picked up, "You hate me. I hate you too," You had to say out loud, trying to remind each other about your feelings

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," he says, pressing his chest onto you

"Don't do this" you begged. He didn't listen. He just kept getting impossibly closer.

You huffed out a deep and heavy sigh. "What's wrong" he practically whispers

"I'm frustrated because I hate you, you frustrate me" you hiss out

"No," he said, as his mouth rested at the top of your neck. "You're not frustrated because you hate me; you're frustrated because you want me." He breathed onto you without thinking you pulled his face upright, crashing your lips with his for what felt like too long.

"Theodore" you rushed, catching your breath

"Don't pull away from me" he pleaded, kissing you harder.

Finally, leaning off him, you turned away, "Why did we do that" you ask, were you asking him or yourself?

"We can't help it" He soothes, turning you back over to face him again

"I have a bad habit of breaking everything I touch, y'know," he admits, his hand gripping the back of your neck, the other firm on your waist.

"go on then," you say above a whisper, hands linking behind his neck.

"Break me. Touch me." You purr.

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shaunamilfman · 9 months ago

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the ghost you dressed up as [7]

pairing: Jackie Taylor x Shauna Shipman x r summary: "Things may have gotten a little out of control. Time to deal with a few loose ends." note: GRAPHIC depictions of violence. I'm backkkkkkkk masterlist

You really hadn't intended for things to go as far as they did. It hadn't even been a thought in your mind when you made that snarky little comment about Travis, but before you knew it, the whole school was repeating it. The words had been twisted, exaggerated, and shared through so many mouths that they barely resembled what you'd initially said, but they were undeniably your words.

Mari was definitely to blame for a lot of it–she was always the first to start gossiping, to spread a rumor. You should have known she'd spread that little piece of information all over the school by the end of the next day, but you hadn't been thinking clearly. It was almost impressive the way she stirred the pot just to watch it boil over. You'd handed the ammunition right to her. You shouldn't be surprised at what she's done with it.

It was a knee-jerk response, an irritated quip in response to his stupid little comment. Yet, in just two weeks, he's effectively taken your place as the school pariah. Not that he's seemed to notice much, in all honesty. He walks around with that same broody expression he always does, sneering at all the same people. Maybe he didn't care, in truth. It finally gave some credence to the way he walked around the school like nobody understood him. He finally got that isolation he'd obviously been so desperate for.

You wouldn't wish that on anyone, but he's certainly one of the people that you wouldn't go out of your way to stand up for. You wouldn't say he deserved it, no one did, but you certainly weren't losing sleep over it. You've had more than your fair share of unfortunate run-ins with him while he waited for Coach Martinez to be done with practice.

Then there was Jackie. Your wonderful, conniving girlfriend who jumped on the chance to turn the blame away from you. Shauna was a driving factor in it, but you suspect her involvement has as much to do with protecting you as it does with making Travis pay for insinuating only a man could be the killer. As the one who'd done the majority of the kills, she'd taken personal offense to that comment. So now Travis would have to as well.

You're sure it had started with Shauna simply losing her temper, but Jackie had turned it into something devious. They'd made sure to be overheard talking just a little too loudly about it while waiting for you to get out of class. Everyone knew Shauna tended to stay out of gossip if she could, which didn't bode well for Travis. If even Shauna Shipman was saying something–if she was getting involved in it–then it had to be true, right?

Poor Travis had no idea what was coming for him until it was too late.

You can't find it in yourself to be too concerned about him, especially as Shauna starts to climb over the center console into the backseat with you. The car rocks back with her movements, nearly causing her to face-plant into the floorboards before she manages an ungraceful crash onto your lap instead.

Shauna glares at you, half sprawled across your lap, as you can't help but laugh. She mutters curses under her breath until she fully settles onto your lap.

“Shut up,” She mutters, her usual venom softened by the faint blush on her cheeks and the way her hair falls messily around her face. Her eyes burn with the slightest hint of embarrassment, softening slightly as you reach forward to brush the hair out of her face.

“You good, Shauna?” You tease, resting a hand on the small of her back to keep her from leaving. Sure enough, she almost immediately starts to pull away as the words hit her ears. She rolls her eyes, another irritated huff leaving her lips.

“Do I look good?“ She snaps, but there's no real heat behind it. Especially as she makes no move to try to leave your lap again, how she makes no move to brush your hand away. She stays in place, her head tilting slightly as she weighs the benefits of allowing you to keep her like this.

Shauna's all embarrassed. You grin. The sharp edge of her glare starts to lessen as she watches you.

“You always look good.”

Shauna opens her mouth before promptly closing it, clearing her throat slightly as she looks out the window over your shoulder instead of replying. Sometimes, it's easy to forget that this is the same girl who gutted several teenagers when she acts like this–soft, almost unsure of herself.

You love when she gets all shy when it's just the two of you. You're sure she probably does the same thing with Jackie, but you don't often get to catch Shauna alone. Waiting in the car for Jackie to finally finish getting ready makes up a lot of those times.

She's just Shauna, staring out the window at a loss for how to respond to something as simple as a compliment.

“What are you thinking about?” She asks finally.

You shrug playfully. “You.”

Shauna looks pleased at the answer but quickly shakes her head. “Before, I mean. You were thinking too hard.” The way she says it almost makes it sound like an accusation. Her fingers trail down your arm, stopping by your hand as her thumb strokes across your wrist. It was one of her favorite places to touch you, to feel the fluttering of your pulse just beneath the skin.

You're guilty of something in her eyes, but you can't help but enjoy her intensity. You almost want to laugh–Shauna Shipman, accusing you of thinking too much? Now you've seen everything. She’s so intense as she looks at you, as if she’s trying to read the answer off your face before you even attempt to answer her.

“Was I?” You definitely were, not that you'd admit it. Your mind was racing thinking about everything going on, everything you were going to do tonight. Everything had been happening so quickly lately, and it was a struggle for you to keep it all straight in your head. You wonder if Jackie or Shauna ever had that problem, but you quickly shake the thought off. Shauna wouldn’t care enough to dwell on it, and Jackie wouldn’t think to.

“Maybe I was just wondering when you were finally going to get around to kissing me,” You add.

She watches you for a moment, like she’s debating making you wait. You note the surprised twitch of her lip, the way her eyes flicker down to your lips before she forces them away. There’s something about the way she pretends that it hadn’t been her intention the whole time that makes you feel unspeakably fond of her. Shauna can try to hide it behind jealous accusations, but you know what she really wants. She just wants to watch you squirm first.

“You're lucky Jackie's taking so long.” Her voice is dry, almost amused, but she shifts enough in your lap that it gives her intention away long before she leans in. Shauna’s lips ghost against yours, her warm breath brushing against your skin, before her lips finally meet yours. The kiss is firm, as grounding as always. Her hand cups the back of your neck, holding you in place while simultaneously daring you to look at anyone else besides her, to think of anything besides the way her fingers curl into your skin. She digs her nails in–not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel the claim she’s leaving.

There’s a surety to her in moments like this that doesn’t often surface in other facets of her life. A calmness so unlike her usual intensity that it’s almost a little jarring to look at. Jackie hadn’t seemed all that different from who she presented as and who she was when you first befriended her–what you saw was what you got–but Shauna was something else entirely. A puzzle that she didn’t want solved. You live for those moments when that all-consuming fire within her is just warming to the touch instead of burning, letting you get close enough to really look at her.

She’d hate it if she realized you noticed. It’s a secret that you have to keep, only ever spoken in soft voices when you and Jackie are sure she won’t be able to hear.

Her thumb strokes a spot behind the back of your ear that you hadn’t realized was sensitive until this very moment, and you can’t help but shiver under the touch. The corner of her mouth twitches up as she pulls away, a hint of a smirk replacing her desire as she revels in the effect she’s having on you. It’s maddening, the way she always seems to know just what to do with you. You want to respond, maybe to say something smart in return, but she leaves no thoughts for anything in your brain besides her. It makes you feel so dumb–she always does–but she certainly doesn’t mind.

“Yeah,” Shauna murmurs. “Not thinking about Jackie anymore, are you?”

Was that what she thought you were doing? Poor Shauna, convinced you were daydreaming about Jackie in the backseat of her car. You’re charmed by the thought of her climbing all the way back here just to reclaim your attention. As if she wasn’t sitting up there in the front seat, presumably complaining about the two of you in her little journal in the first place.

“Who’s Jackie?” You ask, almost too innocent. Just enough to tease.

She breathes out a laugh, resting her head against your shoulder to hide her smile before pressing a kiss against the side of your neck. “Cute,” She whispers, barely audible. Shauna lingers there, breath hot against your skin as her hand slides up the back of your neck to fist in your hair as she tugs your head back to look at her. “Say her name again.”

“Jackie,” You say slowly, in that same breathy tone you’d use to encourage her.

Shauna scoffs, tugging at your hair in reproach, but you don’t miss the way she shifts against you as it leaves your lips. She tips her head, her nose brushing against your jaw before her lips start trailing a path down your neck. It’s gentle at first, small little kisses that soon turn into nips, leaving a trail that feels like a brand across your skin. She tilts your head back however she pleases, silently urging you this way or that with a burst of pain. Her other hand slides up your chest to rest against your heart, fingers splayed out possessively as if to claim it for herself.

She nips at a spot just above your collarbone, soothing it with her tongue for a moment before biting down even harder. Shauna squeezes your legs tightly with hers as you try to jerk away, using every bit of her leverage to hold you back against that seat.

“Again?” Shauna asks, but the hint of anticipation in her voice betrays her intentions. She wants it so bad. Wants you to give her a reason to do this, just so she has a reason to sink her teeth in a little deeper, to hold you tight enough to border on bruising.

“Jackie–”

A knock on the window interrupts you, the two of you almost jumping as both look over to see Jackie leaning down against the car, one hand braced beside the window as she gives you a little wave with the other. Shauna immediately starts to pull away, climbing back over into the driver's seat as she unlocks Jackie’s door for her.

Jackie climbs in the car with a wide grin, clearly enjoying the leftover tension as the two of you try not to even look in the other’s direction. She almost kneels in the passenger seat as she leans over to give you a kiss, pouting until you finally lean forward to close the distance. After a moment she pulls away, brushing a stray hair out of your face before she turns around in her seat. Shauna looks over at her expectantly, and Jackie just shrugs.

“Oh, did you want one too, Jackie?” Jackie teases. Shauna goes bright red, turning the key in the engine and starting the car just so she can pretend nothing happened. Jackie goes scrambling for her seat belt, knowing better than anyone that Shauna was about to peel out of here.

…

You sigh as Jackie's lips brush your jaw teasingly, her fingers ghosting over a small mark Shauna's left on your collarbone. You already knew you'd probably end up with a matching mark before the night ended, neither of them completely able to treat marking you as anything other than a competition.

It's not like it's a game you don't enjoy playing–the way Shauna had looked at you when you left a mark on Jackie's thigh on top of hers had featured front and center in your mind for days. That dark, simmering anger–along with a begrudging respect–was enough to tempt you to provoke her a hundred more times.

But you don't have time to think about that right now.

You don't really have time to indulge Jackie either, but you'll make do with what you have. Still, as excited and raised voices sound from downstairs, even Jackie starts to pull away. You can just barely make out the sounds of garbled voices through the floorboards.

“Coach Martinez… dead…”

A flicker of a grin passes across Jackie's face, eyes widening with a delight she can't quite contain.

“... head on a soccer ball…”

She grabs your wrist tightly–whether to ground you or herself, you aren't sure. She squeezes tightly in her excitement, her breathing speeding up as she lets herself get absorbed in the moment.

“…let's go before…”

You barely have time to adjust before Jackie leaves your lap, pressing her ear up against the door to try to make out more of the conversation.

You look over at Jackie with wide eyes at the sound of pounding footsteps and then the door slamming closed behind them. Instead of reflecting your shock, Jackie just looks intrigued and a little flustered.

Freak, you think fondly.

Jackie grins over at you in the cramped closet you're hiding out in, reaching over to grab your mask and slip it over your head. Her fingers linger along your jaw much longer than strictly necessarily. She adjusts it with care, straightening it out till it sits just perfectly before pulling away. You don't have the heart to point out how quickly it'll get messed up when you get down to business tonight.

She slowly opens the door, keeping to a crouch as she peeks her head around to look down from the top of the stairs.

“They're all gone,” She confirms, giving you a thumbs up. The silence of the house seems louder than ever now that the two of you are mostly alone.

Shauna's idea of a distraction had worked wonders, you had to hand it to her. The second it had reached the ears of Jeff's little party, the last of his friends had cleared out to go see the carnage before the police could get it all cleaned up. Just like Shauna said it would. She was probably almost here by now with how long the news presumably took to reach them, but Jeff was left up to you and Jackie to kill. Shauna was mostly the getaway driver in this one.

Jeff was alone up in his house now, having passed out on the couch at least an hour ago from your estimate. You weren't quite sure, but that was about when his obnoxiously loud voice stopped echoing up the stairs. It was a little disappointing after everything to have it be this easy to kill him. He was asleep on the couch, mouth slack and probably drooling. He wouldn't even be able to put up a fight, completely oblivious to everything the three of you had planned for him.

Shauna would've found a way to wake him, you knew. Would've knocked a lamp off of a side table just to get his attention or bumped into a chair just to make the leg screech against the wood flooring. The hunt was so much better than the act itself, at least as far as Shauna's concerned.

Jackie would've too, but that's not surprising: they tend to be more similar than they are different. She likes to taunt them, likes to beat them to all the exits, and watch as the hope leaves their eyes. It's an almost playful cruelty to it all, a slight hint of a smile tugging at her lips while her eyes shine with malice.

Aren't they dreamy?

You had no qualms about killing Jeff in his sleep. Anything to get it over with, to get back home for the celebration. The way they practically fell over themselves to get you into bed after was your favorite part. They're always their most violent right after a kill, and you'd be lying if you said you didn't love that predatory gleam in their eyes as they backed you up against the nearest surface. You're simple like that.

Jackie's hand brushes across your knuckles, quickly drawing your attention back to the moment. Back to her. You know her well enough to catch the look of disappointment on her face, one that you're quick to mirror behind your mask. You know what she's thinking as she glances back out of the closet door without her even needing to say anything.

“Jackie-” You start.

“Please,” She draws out, lingering on the e long enough that you start to get irritated. She squeezes your hand imploringly, her thumb gently caressing your skin. God, you hate when she does that.

“Jackie, no.” You shake your head in an almost pitiful attempt at being firm, but even you can hear the way your voice wavers. It was just so hard to tell either of them no. Usually Jackie would jump on the weakness you've so obviously presented her, but this time is different. Jackie seems to feel bad enough, pity maybe, that she relents.

“Fine,” She mutters with a sigh, not looking at all happy about it. Almost like a child that's just been denied a cookie before dinner. Jackie tilts her head in contemplation, and you can almost see the gears turning in her head. That rarely spells good news for you outside of a soccer field. It means she's found a loophole, or a small chink in the armor she can exploit.

“Jackie…” You warn, but you can already feel your resolve cracking.

“I'll be right back. Don't worry, you've got this!” Jackie plants a quick kiss on the cheek side of your head through the fabric before starting to pull away, like she’s leaving you to finish a group project she never cared about.

I'll be right back? What the fuck does that mean?

“Where are you going?” You hiss, grabbing at her arm. Jackie looks back at you with a feigned innocence that makes you want to shake her.

“Relax,” Jackie says confidently. “I just have a little something I need to do.”

“A little something?” You ask frustratedly.

She just grins, shaking her head. “I have a plan. Jeff’s asleep.” Jackie gestures vaguely toward the downstairs living room. “Just a quick little addition. You’ll be fine!”

“Jackie,” You plead, more exasperated than you feel comfortable admitting. She always has to go and do stupid stunts at the last moment. More likely than not they worked out, at least when it came to this, but it frustrated you the way she set her mind toward things sometimes. You didn’t bother to argue with her, knowing that any real fight wouldn’t stop her anyway.

“I know, I know,” She placates, but she’s already rising to her feet and out the door before you can raise another argument. You grip the knife tighter in your hand, trying to quell your rising irritation before you finally make your way to your feet.

“Un-fucking-believable,” You mutter. At least you could channel that anger into something productive–killing Jeff. The thought of him still lying prone and unresponsive on that couch does little to soothe your nerves. Part of you wanted to watch the realization in his eyes as you sunk the knife into his chest, but it was too late for that now. Shauna has her distraction at the soccer field, Jackie has her addition, and you have Jeff asleep on the couch.

Teamwork with the two of them often felt like trying to domesticate feral cats.

Only, as you make your way down the stairs, Jeff doesn't seem to be on the couch any longer. You couldn't see Jackie anywhere, but part of you already knew it was entirely her fault. You have to take each step down the stairs carefully now, cautiously testing it for a squeaky floorboard that could be your undoing. Your frustration is sharper now, mind racing with every way Jackie could've botched this by waking Jeff up on her way out. She wouldn't have left you here alone with him if she was aware she'd stirred him awake, but that was little comfort now that you were left to complete the job by yourself.

You half expect Jackie to jump out from behind every shadow in the corner of the room, the coat rack looming large in the back of your mind, but you know better. Still, your nerves are high enough that even the mundane feels threatening. You can't help but let your mind wander for a moment, wondering if that was the last thing people felt before Shauna was on them. The thought shouldn't be as exciting as it is.

There wouldn't be a call for this one, you knew. Jackie had told you as such earlier, but you hadn't thought to ask her why. Even now it felt more like their thing than yours, even if Shauna would roll her eyes at you saying such. They wanted Jeff's death to be noticeably different from the others, something to do with making it stand out. You suspected it was probably something to do with setting Travis up now that he made such an easy target for it, so you appreciated being left out of it. You weren't his biggest fan by far, but it left a bad taste in your mouth to think about ruining his life like this.

Oh, you realize suddenly. Jackie was probably off planting evidence or some stupid shit like that.

It wasn't anger, exactly, that struck you at the realization–just a maddening sense that you'd once again been left to pick up the pieces when one of their plans went off the rails. Their thrill-seeking would be the death of you one day. Sooner rather than later at this rate.

You hear the pantry door slam closed, then bumbling hands dropping something to the ground with a loud thud. Jeff curses under his breath, barely loud enough to be heard from the kitchen in the echoing silence of his house. You wonder what's going through his mind as you sneak across his living room. Has he noticed that everyone's left? Or has he just assumed he passed out long enough to miss his party?

He probably did. Always one to accept the simplest excuse.

You wait for him to turn his back–wait for him to present you with an easy target. You'll embellish the story when the two of them ask about it, tell them about the way you valiantly chased him across the house. Maybe you'd give yourself a bruise or two before Jackie returned, just in case. His waking up could be to your benefit if you played it correctly, remembering how disappointed Jackie had been by an unmoving target. It could be fun to guilt trip her just a little about leaving you alone with him. She would certainly do it to you, after all.

Jeff's got his head resting in his hands as he leans against the counter with a groan, disoriented and still more than a little drunk after his nap. You carefully step closer, knife raised above your head in mocking imitation of Shauna. You've only seen her in her element twice now, but there was something a little absurd about watching her move when you weren't the one running for your life. An undeniable grace, but an intense focus that makes her unaware of just how wild she looks.

Jeff turns around suddenly, eyes widening as he catches sight of you looking large behind him. He almost drops the bottle he's loosely holding in one hand, mouth agape. You're both frozen in this moment, his eyes focused on the small holes in the mask where your eyes are. His reaction isn't anything like you were expecting–not fear, not shock, not even anger. There's an almost thrilled amusement on his face that you're not sure what to do with. He's grinning like an idiot, either oblivious or unconcerned by the knife in your hand.

He laughs suddenly, relaxing back against the counter as he gives your shoulder a little shove. It isn't that hard of a push, not something that would usually move you at all, but in your shock it's enough to send you stumbling back into the kitchen island.

Your back hits the edge of the counter hard enough that it takes a concentrated effort not to cry out in pain, already aware of the beginning of a bruise forming from the dull ache pulsing through you. Well, at least you wouldn't have to give it to yourself. One less thing you'd have to lie about when you tell the story. You're definitely leaving this part out. It's getting embarrassing.

“Dude,” Jeff says, eyes alight with excitement. “Where did you get that? I thought they stopped selling the costume after–” He waves his hand around vaguely. “You know, everything.”

You shrug, almost comically, making a show out of holding the knife loosely in your hand.

“God, people would go nuts if they saw you walking around like that,” He says, waving the bottle around to emphasize his words. Jeff laughs again, clearly entertaining himself even if no one else. “Oh shit, wait! Is everyone else still here? You were all in on it, right? Scaring me?”

You watch him for a moment, almost in disbelief, before nodding. The ease at which he's accepted this surprised even you. Whether he's still pretty drunk, or just that stupid, you're not sure. Either way, you have no complaints. The part where he was too thick to realize he was in danger? You'd definitely be leaving that out in your recounting of the night.

You slowly raise the knife before pointing the tip of it in the vague direction of upstairs. Jeff nods eagerly, almost looking like a bobble head as he starts stumbling to the stairs. “Hiding in my room? Smart.”

He stops, hand on the banister as he turns around to look at you with narrowed eyes. Your heart starts to race, beating rapidly in your chest. Is this it? Is this when he finally realizes–

“Someone's going to jump out at me when I get to my room, huh?” He accuses smugly, like he guessed the punch line to your joke before you could finish it. Your jaw clenches beneath your mask in irritation, but you stay quiet. You didn't want to risk him hearing your voice. With your luck he'd immediately catch on. You feel your shoulders relax as the tension leaves as quickly as it came.

You glance down at the ground, as if you were embarrassed, giving him exactly what he wants to see. He just laughs.

“Don't worry, man. I'll pretend I didn't know.” He gives you an encouraging look and a quick thumbs-up, chuckling as he heads up the stairs.

You tighten your grip on the knife as you follow silently up the stairs after him, steps light enough that he keeps glancing behind him to see if you're still following. You wave the knife encouragingly as he turns around again right before his bedroom. A thrill washes over you as he reaches for the door handle, an almost giddy feeling rising in your chest as he pushes the door open to find no one in there.

He glances back at you with a frown, then his face lights up as he reaches for the light switch and walks inside. You stand in the doorway behind him, watching as he slams open the closet door–as if to catch someone by surprise.

“Dude? Where are they?” He whispers, shifting almost anxiously at your continued silence.

“What are you…” He trails off, almost disappointed as you don't take the mask off.

His smile fades as he catches on–finally–just a little. Just enough that his body starts to close off, that he starts to shift to stand just a little steadier as he turns around. Not quick enough, however, to stop the knife from sinking into his back as you lunge forward. He cries out, hand reflexively trying to reach back for you, but you manage to sink the knife into his back another two times before he hits you hard enough with a desperate swing of his arm to send you stumbling back.

Gasping, he stumbles too, hand clutching uselessly at his back where blood seeps out of his wounds. His shirt is already darkening where the blood stains it, the fabric already beginning to stick to his skin. There’s the look of disbelief on his face as he catches sight of his fingertips, his face ghostly as he tears his eyes away from it. Jeff takes a step forward, as if to strike out at you again, but collapses down to his knees as his legs give out beneath him.

Your hands are still raised, knife gripped tightly between your fingers as you wait to see if he'll stand again. The adrenaline pumps heavily through your veins, almost daring you to make a stupid mistake, but you dig your feet in, muscles poised.

His eyes are unfocused, dilated and hazy as he looks up at you. The look of betrayal on his face is shocking, up and until you realize he still thinks you're one of his friends. You're fine to let him think that, in all honesty. His breath comes out in wheezy, pathetic gasps as he leans heavily against the wall behind him. You watch the way his chest moves as he breathes, slower and slower as the blood loss starts to catch up to him.

You tense up as he starts to slump over, but still you wait, watching as it dawns on him that he’s going to die here. This is the end. His lips part uselessly, like he’s trying to form words that will never come to him. It looks like it takes all he has in him to let out a sound barely above a whisper, lost beneath the gurgling of his throat. Jeff’s shoulders slump slowly, whether in exhaustion or resignation you’re not sure, as his head droops forward enough to brush against his chest.

His face slackens, recognition fading in a way that has you sure he’s either gone or close enough that it wouldn’t matter. Still, the hollow look in his eyes catches your attention even as you try to look away. The utter emptiness looking back at you reminds you suddenly of Allie. It had only been a few months ago that you had first looked upon death, but it feels like years ago now as you look back at Jeff with a detachment you never could have predicted.

You wonder if this is how Shauna felt looking down at Allie, but quickly decide it wasn’t. You can’t imagine Shauna not being exuberant as she stares down at the results of her hunt. It’s not that you were upset, but it was something different than the looks you’d seen on either of your girlfriend’s faces.

If he was ever afraid it was fleeting–you try not to focus on how strangely disappointing that realization is. A part of you wants him to cry out one last time, anything to feed that growing numbness inside you, but he remains silent. You’re almost insulted, in a way. Blood pools around him on the floor, slowly spreading out, almost crawling across the floor in a way that’s nothing short of mesmerizing. For a brief moment it looks alive in a way that it could never be.

You cross the distance between you, grabbing a fist full of his hair as you drag his head up. He moves far too easily, limp as you expose his neck. With a deliberate slowness, you drag the knife across his throat, feeling the skin give way beneath the sharp steel. The blood pours down his neck, soaking into the front of his shirt to match with bloodstains already marking his torso.

The metallic scent of blood fills the room as you let go, his body collapsing in on itself like a puppet who’s had its strings cut. It might have been overkill, but that’s something you couldn’t care less about. You could never be too careful, no matter what Shauna would have thought about the subject. The emptiness remains even now that it’s done–a dull ache that staring down at his corpse doesn’t quite fix.

Your head shoots up at the sound of footsteps approaching from the hallway, the knife in your hand raising defensively until you catch sight of the swishing robe in the doorway. Those empty eyes stare back at you through the slits in the mask as she stares down at the body at your feet before giving you an approving nod. You can’t help but grin despite how silly it makes you feel.

Her head turns to the closet, as if half-expecting someone to jump out of it, but it stays empty. She takes a few cautious steps forward, looking around the room searchingly. Finally, she just sighs. She reaches up, as if to pinch the bridge of her nose in exasperation, before stopping suddenly as she remembers the mask. It’s more charming than you wish it was.

“Where’s Jackie?” Shauna asks, her voice a mixture of irritation and inevitability. You just shrug.

“That sounds about right,” She continues dryly, an ever present fondness underlying her exasperation.

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