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lostwcnderlands · 2 months ago
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ooc. well, well, well... it's always a new excuse lately lol i had to meet with a high-risk doctor and the good news is i'm not high risk- yet. gotta have yet another ultrasound in 4 weeks because im literally too small for this baby && she is growing really fast and really big. i'm so tired, and in pain, just dead af
in other news i watched lord of chaos with rory culkin and what the fuck
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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ooc. despite being so very pregnant i walked like 2 miles today and i'm just gonna be fr with you all, i hurt, i am tired, i cannot move, i am not writing tonight im going to live in a bath tub and go tf to bed
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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@thelcwless sent -> muse a's family betrays the fae and decides to run. they leave muse a behind, locked in a box, to take the fall... and balial finds them first.
always accepting!! please send me more prompts for my unseelie brothers, i will beg . . .
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to betray the mad queen of winter is to sign one's own death warrant - everyone who is privy to the workings of the fae know that. and yet, much to balial's amusement && utter surprise... some still try. oh, to be sure, each of the royal family had a bounty on their heads that would compare to no other fortune, but to even so much as try to breech their impenetrable castle of ice, bone, && stone through the blizzards that surround the unseelie court is an impossible ask. not to mention - queen mab had each son blessed (cursed?) at birth. they were all immortal, with unnatural strength, the ability to heal, and syphoned energy from the snow itself.
there was no going against the unseelie queen && her trio of princes. many had tried, and each one had failed. there was word in the realm of another attempt to try && steal what was theirs - balial listened to the rumors, and followed the lead, ready to swing the metaphorical sword && end the problem where it began.
but the home was empty. he trusted his tracking skills to know that the betrayal had come from them... and by looking around, it was plain to see they had fled the scene, running he was sure, to the seelie court's protection of summer && light. pathetic, truly. he would set the home on fire, wait around && watch it burn, before setting back off towards home yet again.
something caught the faery's eye - a box, it moved, it squeaked, like something was inside. but he'd already lit the match, and balial hated fire... for a moment, he considered leaving whatever it was there, to burn among the rest of abandoned belongings, the memory of a family he'd kill one by one with due time. but the box squeaked again, and he dragged it outside, avoiding delicately the flames that had started to lick the walls clean of the picture frames.
once safely away from the smoldering of the house, balial pried open the lid of the large crate, blinking down to what he saw inside before a raw, brutal, cold laugh escaped his lips.
" is this supposed to a present for me, or a finder's fee? let me guess. your family left you behind in hopes your death would be enough to buy their freedom. "
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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-> using my last braincell on this private starter for @ardentghcst 💜
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how many nights had she laid at their side, invisible to the eye as she listened to them breathe... touched their skin with cool, ghostly fingers pale as ice to feel their heat, before touching herself to the sounds of their sleep. too many to count by now. a guest in the night would come over, explode passion with her obsession between the sheets - all the while, naomi was right there, watching love be made while she used her fingers with fervent horror on herself. awash with envy... lit up with greed, need, arousal...
but like all things immortal && cruel, the ghost had grown tired of waiting for her haunting to be noticed. screaming behind their naked form in the mirror until it shattered, still unnoticed by the human that had captured all of naomi's desire. she'd begged && pleaded with wordless, dead lips... to no avail. so it was time to make them see her.
witching hour was when she was the strongest. ghoulish form flickering between shadow && whisp of silver light, naomi straddled their sleeping form, wearing nothing but a shirt from the dirty laundry - no panties, nothing to stop the friction of their body between her thighs. but that wasn't what she was going to use her human for, not that night, anyway... no. it was time to bring them home to her. to demand they see her, feel her, hear her at last. cold dead hands wrapped around their neck && naomi squeezed. with all her might, breath ragged in her throat && eyes wild as she felt the power of murder between her fingers, she squeezed until her hands ached - and then, the human that belonged to her woke under the threat of her desire to take their life. she howled, a laugh exploding from her throat in glee as their eyes registered on her - was she finally seen, as they lay sputtering, the air gone from their lungs as her fingers dug deeper, nails slicing the skin to see what color they would bleed?
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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paying for sex had turned out to be the best way to get off that joanne had ever found in life. even as a slutted up teen, it didn't quite compare to the thrill, pleasure, && exhilaration of complete && utter freedom to explore && be explored. no longer did she have to feel bad for how long it took her to get off from head - try && mask her fantasies as something normal. for once in her life, jo could take... take... and then take some more. all it cost was her husband's pretty pennies.
but there was no sense of control in the way metal clicked into place, steel reeling from her orgasm with her knees twitching, chest heaving, a dazed smile still painted across her tanned face. immediately as the cool chill of the cuffs registered, jo's eyes flew open. brow knitting with disapproval, all that familiar openness shuttering up with suspicion, dismay, a twinge of nerves. " very funny. " she mumbled, the frown deepening as she pulled gently against the restraints. joanne didn't like this - not at all, naked from the waist down && exposed under the blonde's body, like she was some sort of prey.
no. it wasn't supposed to go this way. this was all wrong. " i didn't pay for this. unlock it and get out of here, you have overstepped and i don't appreciate you thinking it's alright to try and scare me. i thought we discussed... accepted kinks. "
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𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫 , , , 𝘢𝘯 𝘖𝘗𝘌𝘕 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 !! ( 40+ )
𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 MAISIE LARKSPUR  , she/her , twenty8 , bisexual 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬  maisie is y/m's sugar baby , and they're meeting up at their usual spot at the motel 6 right off of some bumfuck highway in georgia . usually , y/m gets their sugar and goes , , , but maisie's got different plans for tonight :) 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴!!
" DON'T YOU LOOK CUTE , " maisie swooned , straddled atop their hips , setting her manicured hands upon her own once she had secured both sets of respective cuffs to the headboard . she cocks her head to the side , eyes glowing with something indiscernibly bright as a soft , pretty smile ornaments her lips .
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" think 's 'bout time you wore the cuffs , no ?? " maisie sits back atop their thighs , delicately adjusting the hem of their shirt . " sorry they ain't the fuzzy ones . blood's a real bitch to get out of those , , , i would know . "
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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" oh, my name is already made, babek. " false eyelashes swatted against her cheeks as aida let a grin extend over her whitened teeth, the recorder still blinking it's red eye to indicate it was listening to everything. " this is to make your name. one way or another, i will be telling this story. you can choose to be part of the narrative or not. " she bent slightly, fishing in her oversized bag at her feet to withdraw a business card, extended between two manicured nails. " here is my lawyer's number. she'll love to hear from you. "
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open to: anyone with: fig (23, sugar baby/grad student) plot: a year ago, fig survived a slasher. now ym is trying to write a book/movie/something about it and she isn't being very helpful. (bonus points if ym was the killer that would be fun)
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"so, exploiting a tragedy for personal gain, that's how you want to make your name?" she's been sitting in this seat for a while now, the cup of coffee she ordered long going cold, untouched, eyes blazing and firm against the other. "i could sue you, you know."
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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" false. you are not too busy for me. " rayan's smirk glided across his features like a cheshire cat extending it's grin, pointed teeth peeking between the lips as he lazily lounged in her space. uninvited, but that never mattered - rules didn't really apply to him, not in the normal sense of things. " but it is good to see you busy. it's been boring, as of late. i'm bored with you, jenny. is that more simplistic to your basic understanding? you are boring me to tears. "
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@lostwcnderlands liked this for a JENNY starter
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"you're not making a lick of fucking sense." she huffed. "it's so bad you're giving me a headache." lies. she seemed to always have one regardless of the circumstances."i'm far too busy for this crap."
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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fool him once, shame on you... but fool josiah lynch twice? that's just an embarrassment to himself. he was quick, but not quite quick enough. dodging, ducking, anticipating this time - and the sting of pain was less than before, though he did flinch when the bullet took off in his direction. still got him, ripping against the flesh, even as an even slighter graze. fire now exploded in his arm - but the spill of blood that dripped to his fingers wasn't the only red that he saw.
anger flared. three shots gone, which meant three shots left, but the math fell to the wayside as something more empowering than fear claimed his emotion. past trauma faded from his mind's eye as focus narrowed on bryce. he was moving, closing the space, a growl emerging from his throat as he bobbed with an uneven gait. ready for another shot to ring out, even as he kicked his heels && trusted in surprising speed for a man of his height && size. barreled into bryce with the shoulder above his remaining good arm, not even noticing when agony flared from the open wounds in his bicep. head tucked && arms close to his body, one hand clasped on his wrist, and everything compact - protection for if either flailed, and the gun went off yet again. like he'd learned to fight on the streets, when it's life or death, and playing fair signs the ticket to hell.
" you with the gun is the fuckin' threat, you deranged, psycho lunatic! " josiah was yelling now, letting his body crash against bryce && droplets of blood fly as they fell, bodies into the gravel of the spooky, haunted drive. " knock it off! " teeth gnashed as he struggled to fight down && pin the weaponed arm, to try && free it from bryce's hand, all the while an eerie sense of calm overcoming his body as he waited for another shot. maybe he was cured after all. " shoot at me again, and you're fucking dead! i won't need a gun for what i'll do to you! " face flushed, words tumbling out as he growled in bryce's face - he'd allowed the anger to take him over, snuffing out the fear, eyes that of a wild animal as he fought against bryce like it was for his life. spit flinging from between his teeth as he hissed each threat out, nails raking against the exposure of arm he'd managed to grasp above the handle of the hot barrel.
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He would like to think he is a relatively sane man, but Bryce has never been quite right. Chateau was born sweet, not a hair out of place, normal and intelligent, kind, and ambitious. There was so much about her to love, and so she had been utterly adored until she was no longer. That day made her funny, off, different than before, but Bryce ... he was born funny.
He came out all teeth and smiles and violence. Even when he was extremely young things never really went the way they should. Tutors quit, people complained, nannies wore peas. So though he would like to think that he is normal, a put together member of society, that is not who he is.
Bryce wonders if Josiah can see it, the tiger in him. The pacing, patrolling beast that will lunge at the slightest provocation. This thing that will not be hunted, that will not bow to the lesser predator or larger prey. His smile widens at the sight of blood, at alarm. It's not personal, it never is. Well sometimes it is, but not today.
"Mais il leur dit. C'est moi, n'ayez point de peur." He says and shoots him again. This time it grazes just below the spot already torn and bleeding. "Look me in the eye." He demands, "Which is the threat? Me or the gun?"
{ Translation: But he saith unto them, It is I; be not afraid. }
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Sergei Kravinoff | Kraven (2024)
sergei, I love you, but please, do not enter people’s homes like this. you could literally give someone a heart attack ♡
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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ooc. finally got around to adding my unseelie fae brothers to my pinned post... can work for a variety of verses preferring high fantasy or dark romance - modern era can be done, if necessary!! if anyone is interested in the faery folk, lmk !! more test muses to come && i will be refreshing my starter tag over the next few days to try && invigorate some new content, hehehe
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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@silverflcme sent -> A fae and human find themselves on the run from an ancient faerie queen who demands justice // ambrose, crown prince of the unseelie court && your muse of choice
always accepting!!
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heavy the head the wears the crown; and heavier the shoulder of the eldest son of a mad queen drunk on power && envy. the winter queen had sent the blizzard on their heels, and ambrose was made of the frost && cold, strong enough to endure it. his human lover, however... was not. the flicker of flame was feeble, weak, and hardly enough to ward off the dropping temperatures, but their bodies demanded rest.
their affair had been dangerous, and the crown prince had known each risk. he'd fallen for them anyway. he'd stolen every precious moment, && now... he feared it would be only them to pay the price for their forbidden, stolen love. " i'm sorry you've been condemned to a life on the run with a man of disgrace. " ambrose whispered into the shivering, bleak, dark night, slowly dragging his somber, solemn eyes to theirs. " you deserved so much more than this, my love. i fear i've wronged you by ever opening my heart to this, to us... and i fear even if i tried to stop now, i'd never succeed. "
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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ooc. some muse changes have been made!!
i will be dropping sir tristan as a muse, as well as all threads he is apart of. sorry!!
miles && sunny are on a temporary full hiatus. raine is on a haitus unless it's a pre-plotted dynamic/thread.
more test muses will be added soon. my carrd has been updated with accurate priority information per muse.
currently my muse is highest for horror/erotic horror/dark romance/crime type plots. these replies will come quickest, with slice of life && regular smutty threads at a delay.
hoping to get more darker, horror/supernatural thematic threads or dynamics going, as that is where my muse is highest at the moment. would love more for blair, angelo, aida, avery, kaleo, && rayan!! as always, forever wanting more threads for raleigh. . .
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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like a creature trapped in a cage, rayan paced the confines of his summoning circle slowly. deliberate steps to each boundary, back && forth, feeling elated by the giddy joy that painted so plainly across the mortal's features. she was naive - this would be fun for him. sharpened teeth glinted over his lips as he grinned in response. " real? well, yes, but... he's not all that, and most of what is said about is all fantasy, anyway. besides. there have been dozens of messiahs over the centuries. he's really not so special. " eyes blinked lazily, the tone of voice nonchalant - and who could really know if rayan told the truth, or fabricated lies like it was as easy as breathing.
but that grin began to fade, amber hued eyes widening as ray was bombarded with the questions that tumbled out of her mouth almost quicker than she could say. " i have no fucking idea who your grandmother is, so that, i cannot say. " there was a pause before he pulled forth the easier answer, to be sure she wouldn't hurl something else inquisitive his way. head tilted like a raven perched on a branch, steps slowing as he toed the line of his invisible enclosure. " you do realize i am not a psychic, witch, genie, or other pathetic thing of that sort... yes? " the last word purred out, sizzling on his tongue against his teeth. " please tell me you did not call upon me && bring me here, wherever that is, because you want a winning lottery ticket number. i will quite literally vomit on your lovely floor right now. "
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jeannie didn’t know what kind of trouble she was in. to her, this was fun. the equivalent to playing with a ouija board at a sleepover. a party trick. having an actual demon in her bedroom made her giddy with excitement, though part of her was certain she was just having an extremely vivid dream. the other part of her was almost broken by the very existence of a demon in front of her. if demons were real, then were ghosts? werewolves? vampires? the so-called ‘witch’ that told her about summoning a demon in that holistic health metaphysical shop down in the french quarter of new orleans was for real then? jeannine was certain it was all bullshit, and when the cashier at the shop gave her the instructions, she was certain she’d feel like a fool, sitting in her room among symbols written on the floor in lipstick and crystals placed strategically in the shape of a pentagram. but she wasn’t a fool! it was real! there was a glowing-eyed demon right in front of her, and maybe she just had a mental breakdown that made her imagine all this or something, but for now, she’d have fun.
“really?!” she asked, voice girlish and full of wonder. she hated that, so she coughed and made her voice deeper. “so is jesus real then, too?” jeannie had been raised baptist, but never really put too much stock into it beyond prayers before skating competitions and vacation bible school in the summers of her youth. “i mean, ‘cause demons and hell, or whatever.” she sat up a little straighter, eyes wide. “this is so cool! do you have, like, special powers? can you see into the future? or, like, read people’s thoughts? where do you live? do you know who is going to win the next olympic gold medal in figure skating? is my grandma in hell? 'cause she was a real mean bitch.”
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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ooc. some muse changes have been made!!
i will be dropping sir tristan as a muse, as well as all threads he is apart of. sorry!!
miles && sunny are on a temporary full hiatus. raine is on a haitus unless it's a pre-plotted dynamic/thread.
more test muses will be added soon. my carrd has been updated with accurate priority information per muse.
currently my muse is highest for horror/erotic horror/dark romance/crime type plots. these replies will come quickest, with slice of life && regular smutty threads at a delay.
hoping to get more darker, horror/supernatural thematic threads or dynamics going, as that is where my muse is highest at the moment. would love more for blair, angelo, aida, avery, kaleo, && rayan!! as always, forever wanting more threads for raleigh. . .
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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Aimee Lou Wood as Chelsea in The White Lotus 3x05
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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late night texts with flirtatious undertones rarely had potential of ending well - yusef was no fool to believe otherwise. so, he’d ignored it. at first. one doesn’t land the career-making job of a lifetime with foolish, rash decision making. he prided himself on his wit && intellect, knowing he had what it took to rise through the trenches of false starts && false hopes, he also knew nothing good could come of visiting his client privately, at her home… long after working hours had ended.
so - he wouldn’t go. he promised himself, he would not go. yet there he was, slipping between the iron rails of the gate && letting the flicker of pool lighting against the water reflect shadows back onto his face as yusef approached the actress. “ of course i came. you asked me to. “ accented words slid between his lips like honey - charm, too, was part of the industry demand, and yusef had mastered it among the rest of the skills a manager to the stars needed. “ i told you when we met, your wish would be my command. why am i here, isla? “
the question was a formality - yusef gazed at her water-sleek body, the tiny bikini that barely managed to stay hugging her curves, the way her dark mocha hues never strayed from his own since the moment he arrived… he had a feeling, he knew what his client wanted from that night.
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Open to m/f/nb Muse: Isla / actress / 27 Could be anyone, her dealer, her secret affair, bf/gf, taboo, whatever makes sense. (age gap welcomed)
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The water shimmered around Isla as she glided through the cool embrace of her private pool, the faint hum of distant city life muted by the high hedges and the soft trickle of the pool’s edge fountain. It was evening, the sun long gone, leaving behind a velvet sky dusted with stars. The pool’s blue underwater lights cast an ethereal glow on her skin, contrasting with the sleek curtain of her wet black hair clinging to her shoulders. Isla had lost all hope that they`d show up—until she felt the ever so faint squeak of the gate opening. She stilled mid-stroke, her head turning toward the movement. And there they were. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she pushed herself toward the steps, water cascading from her as she rose slowly, the droplets catching the moonlight like tiny diamonds. “You really came…” she said, softly. She stepped closer, bare feet silent against the stone, her eyes never leaving theirs. “I didn’t think you would.”
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lostwcnderlands · 3 months ago
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there was a long enough lists of sins he had committed against to leave her with the power between them. he’d bullied && harassed her other highest-paying subscribers until one by one, they faded from the chat. threatened her top fan until the spot was his. had checked out the same books as her, he’d spotted them on the shelf in her live feed, had jerked himself off while he read them imagining the words in her voice. once, he’d called figured out how to direct a call to her linked cellphone - moaning in the receiver as he came just from hearing the confused little “ -hello? “
but yet again…. she’d handed raleigh the reins, and he was the one pulling the strings. begging && demanding what he wanted, until it was given. he’d always gotten his way in the end - she always gave in. through it all, too, he’d never shown her his face. raleigh always wore a mask the few times he appeared on video chat.
he ignored her question, teeth sinking into his lips as arousal swelled like an explosion of fire beneath the belt at the message that followed.
[DARKSPECTER] prove it then. [DARKSPECTER] and don’t make me pay for this one, you owe me that much
pizza forgotten, raleigh used one hand not clutching the cell to undo his buckle && button, springing free the moment restriction was loosened. cars careened by on the street, he was still pulled over off the shoulder, but in that moment, he didn’t care if someone looked over as they passed && caught him in the act. he was too desperate, eyes fluttering shut as he slowly teased himself.
[DARKSPECTER] i told you that you’d have to make it up to me, that would be a good start princess
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[LONEFAWN]: it won't as long as i don't say anything.
it was a pitiful attempt to pretend she still had any semblance of control over this. even when she'd been the first to text, even when one word from her would prompt the police to hunt him down... control had slipped from her long ago, if she'd ever held it at all. he owned the silence between her heartbeats.
fuck. of course she wanted to know everything. needed to. she felt like an addict tonguing the rim of an empty vial. this was what she craved, wasn't it? renata was usually invisible, so the sense of being seen was intoxicating. renata, the always quiet girl, usually was an afterthought. she only ever felt real in the glow of her screen. and he'd helped a lot with it. entire nights had been spent sprawled slick, reading his messages over and over again as she fucked herself raw with the toys he bought. his voice in her head was somewhat of a parasite, whispering words such as deeper, harder, mine.
the new notifications pulsed in her hand almost at the same rhythm as the throbbing between her legs. as she read his messages, well, the filth was expected. and renata of course craved being wanted in ways that'd make god blush. she stared at her phone, not with fear, but with awe. something  caught her attention. nestled inside his messages was a smaller, almost accidental phrase. a subtle confession?
[LONEFAWN]: why wouldn't i be nice to you?
she was always nice. her parents had instilled the importance of good manners upon her. but with him it was never a performance—it was an offering. he drowned her in attention and she drank it like holy water. and somewhere, beneath the lust of it all, she knew they shared a wound. loneliness.
five responses. that’s all it took. she was lonely enough that a familiar and dangerous warmth was spiraling low in her belly. she held one phone in her hand, the other slipping under her shorts.
LONEFAWN]: i think i feel the same way
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