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Not sure what l'I name this but enjoy some lesbian yearning for Sofia (Gigante) Falcone and batfam angst <3
This is inspired by Sofias time in Arkham in the series The Penguin, everything else does not follow it at all-
The background for Sofia is where its followed!! Mostly centered around Reader, Sofia and the batfam wriggling around like a cockroach sprayed with bug spray trying to make things right-
Also did not spell check or anything so def not edited-
WARNING - MINORS DNI
AFAB reader and reader is described as feminine and chubby/plus sized.
Obsessive themes, mentions/descriptions of physical and psychological torture, heavy neglect, gore, descriptions of death, character death (not reader)
Your mother was strongwilled and someone you could trust with anything, who could keep secrets so well you'd never know what she knew even after they would bury her in the ground. She was someone who tried so hard to provide for you and someone who did their best.
She wasn't always there, but unlike most absent parents she was there when it counted. School plays, events and weekends spent with her doing things you both enjoyed. She listened to every word you said and was always on your side.
She taught you right from wrong and how to stay safe in the streets of Gotham. She made you carry pepperspray and taught you to always scream and fight if someone bad approached you.
She's your entire world.
Thats why when you came home one day to her body on the floor and her struggling gurgles of her last breaths you didn't know what to do other than cry and sob on the little slightly bedazzled flip phone she bought you for your 11th birthday.
Her head was in your lap as you repeatedly sobbed to the emergency worker on the other line, your mother's bloody hand reaching up to carress your chubby cheeks she so loved to kiss.
She smiled, and even though she couldn't speak, she mouthed the words she always told you every day without fail, "I love you.".
She kept telling you even as blood filled her lungs, even as she struggled to hold on, her only focus in that moment was on you who she adored more than anything.
Her head shook as your tears spilled onto her face, words mouthed in hopes you could understand her reassurances, words she hoped would soothe you. But that wouldn't last long.
Your phone lay forgotten on the floor, your hand holding onto hers that finally lost its strength. Her pupils dilating as death took her, and the sound of a large man coming through the window.
You didn't turn to look, you kept sobbing and begging, calling out for your mother so hopelessly, bringing her hand to your lips and praying to whatever God would listen.
"Please! Please.."
"Mommy please I don't want you to go please!"
Yet no matter how much you pleaded, you would never hear her voice call your name again.
And the man who responded to the call held his breath as he realized the woman he once held close for nearly a year once a long time ago now laid dead, his mind putting together the pieces faster than he thought he could. But he was truly in the wrong outfit to hold you in.
You only snapped out of your pleads when you heard the sound of a door opening, paramedics rushing in.
Before you could even beg a hand brought you away as the paramedics rushed to your mother, knowing they were too late but did what their training said to do.
No matter how hard you thrashed against the man clad in black, you couldnt get away. No matter how you begged and pleaded, telling them to not take her from you, the figure you'd learn to be Batman held you by a firm grip, guilt keeping him from holding you close.
Guilt also kept him from picking you up at the police station.
Alfred eventually came home with a young girl who was still covered in blood. You refused to let the police touch you and refused everything they offered.
All you knew as you were brought to the Wayne Estate was that you suddenly had a biological father interested in taking you in.
To think some man you only recognized as a rich billionaire with a ton of foster kids and a single biological kid would end up your father? The entire notion shook you. You knew your mother was good at keeping secrets but not that good..
You eventually had all your and your mother's things moved in, a funeral held surrounded by paparazzi and brothers you hardly knew, who all had to look away from the sight of a child covered in blood that wasn't their own.
In the beginning Dick had tried to get to know you, promises of trying new things and regular visits to go see your mother's grave uttered yet never kept. He was just to busy with everyone else to realize how much you needed someone stable in your life. So you eventually learned to never expect anything from him other than small talk.
Jason was someone you hardly saw. They were much too venomous for a reason you never knew. His anger often misdirected at you when in reality he was mad at Bruce for the entire situation you were in. A child Bruce never knew about and endured such a harsh tragedy and because Bruce wasn't careful enough to keep his things close? He was pissed, and that made you all the more weary of getting close.
And Tim? He was struggling to understand how your mother hid you so well and how Bruce never knew about you. Yet his interest gradually dimmed, hums uttered at any question or display of want you gave him. Eventually you were being shooed off away from his room and areas he enjoyed so he could "relax" without having you busy his mind when he had so many other things to do.
As for your Biological sibling? He avoided you like the plague. Damien didn't exactly look down on you, he was older than you by two years and felt he couldn't connect with you. What would you talk about? Your lives had been so different, maybe if you two were younger he would have felt different, maybe he could have been a better older brother. But you didn't try to form a connection very hard with Damien, seeing as he clearly avoided you, you thought he was ashamed of you.
And then it all returns back to Bruce, who's guilt and shame made him even harder to come across than Jason. You had tried to talk, tried to say things and ask questions. You tried so hard to do better in school and classes and to try to be better to match up to what you thought your father had wanted. But you eventually realized that he would never look your way.
Alfred did try hard to give you attention in a house that never seems to sleep. But beyond meals and some school events he couldnt always be there, some emergency always occurring to interrupt your time with him.
You wouldn't figure out what the emergencies were until you were 16. Time flew by and you started to notice things about your "family".
Injuries and break-ins being common place at the Wayne Estate yet no police called and somehow the only news that gets out about the family is something you'd find in a trashy magazine articles at the grocery store checkout.
And then you sat down to think about it.
Truly when has any of the family stayed at galas and events for an entire night? So many emergencies and yet theres no rumors of the family buisness going down the drain?
So many of them sleep during the day and you've seen Damien asleep in the cafeteria before surrounded by friends.
Unfortunately you did have a secret board hidden in your closet of comparisons of vigilantes and your family, red lines drawn between different members and their connections and habits.
And you did think about confronting them! You really did! But what would it change between you and them? There was a line drawn clearly in this house of yours. And you couldn't see that going away anytime soon..
..Eventually, time would pass and you'd be an adult who practically became the face of the Wayne family. Not because the people loved you but because you were the one going to events and charities and galas of all sorts in place of your family members.
You thought of it as a small sacrifice so they could focus on other things. And it wasnt a bad life.
You only made one mistake.
It was trusting the wrong person.
You can't even remember her name. All you remember was how she got close to you with false praises and a smile that felt too big for her features.
Laughs and jokes shared, drinks exchanged and attending each other's events. You held most people at an arms length but you favored her because at the time you felt wanted.
She made you feel needed in little ways. Asking for advice on places to go, borrowing your phone when she left hers in her car with the valet. Asking for a ride when she was stuck in an event she didn't want to be in.
And of course, talks about absent fathers who had far better things to do.
You thought it was a bond. But to her she was merely adjusting chess pieces for a back up in case she was caught.
After all you had heard newspapers and headlines online about it. How could you not? Some serial killer going after young women, many of them coming from poor households and or working as what you could call a sex worker.
You even thought about sending a lil pressure to the police seeing as they weren't paying enough attention...
.
.
.
...So why..
..Why are you being detained?
Why? Why are they acusing you of doing such foul things? The pictures of the crime scenes shoved in your face as though you could somehow stand the sight of them.
The amount of blood, the sight of their pupils dilated and the light gone.... all of it was too much it made you nearly sick. The sight of your mother coming into mind far too quickly-
And yet supossed evidence is brought before you and your pleads fell on deaf ears.
You remember it quite well, Alfred visiting you at the station and promising you that if you just took a stay in Arkham that you'd be fine, that they would figure everything out..
But what awaited you at Arkham was hell.
The patients were loud and violent, all of them trying hard to be in the good graces of those so called Doctors. You gave up on getting close to anyone and tried your best to keep low.
So when the doctors said you had a visitor you nearly burst with joy.
So why was she there, the very same woman who had acussed you and the very same doctor giving you medications that made you feel ill standing in the same room.
You don't remember much of the conversation. You just remember crying and asking why it had to be you. Why would she do this? Yet you were only devastated to find a sick smile on her face in return.
After that visit the electric therapy started.
Every zap came with a question.
Every zap came with a suggestion.
Every single one came with an accusation.
Yet all that ever came out of your mouth since that day were screams.
After a year passed a time came where they lightened up your treatments, their attention going to a new girl in the unit.
You had heard on the news in the cafeteria about what she did, but seeing her in person she didn't seem like the kind of person to do such a thing.
Something about her reminded her of you in your first moments in Arkham. Scared shitless and desperate to be proven innocent.
Suddenly you would hear her screams and pleads before you were sent in to be subjected to the same torture.
And one day your rooms were moved next to each other.
So after hearing her wake up one night you decided to actually talk to her.
"It doesn't get better you know."
Sofia looked up, a different voice she had never heard before coming through the vents. She let out a huff of annoyance and sat up, her voice nearly shrill, "Oh yeah? Surely can't get worse than this can it?" she protested.
You only leaned against the wall her voice was coming from, your tired body aching even as you sit up.
"They do it to break you. They're trying to get you to confess. For whatever reason they want a confession but thats not their end goal. They want you to break. To break in a way they can show to a judge, to show to the world that you are what they say you are." You warn.
Sofia clenches her fist, growing more frustrated, trying to ignore the gradual peel of the walls that has been plaguing her stay in Arkham. "So what? I'm sure you're just like everyone else in here, batshit insane and willing to do anything to get some sort of benefit." She harshly stated.
You only let out a weak laugh, your eyes lighting up at the spit in her voice, "They won't be giving me benefits anytime soon. They don't want a confession from me they want something else. Something I'd rather die than give them.".
You pause, leaning against the wall as though its the only thing to support you. You get closer and begin to whisper, "No matter how mad you get, no matter what they try to make you do, avoid it. Don't react, and if you do then you run from the situation the best way you can. Don't let them win Sofia.".
It wasn't very long till Sofia understood your words, the doctors attempts to get her to become violent with other patients started and she understood then that you were right. Somehow she dodged attempts by getting physical with the guards instead, only things like clinging to them and doing things to inconvenience their plans.
Sofia and you would talk each night, ignoring the words of the crazy ladies on each side of you.
Sofia would talk about her family to you, about her brother she adored and her father who she came to a realization about. But Sofia realized you never talked much about your family than what the public already knew.
She had known about you and your case but she had figured out during your warning to her that there was no way you committed the crimes you did. And she knew that your standing in your family must have been different than hers.
She wanted to know everything about you. Your favorite things to eat, your favorite color. Maybe you'd tell her about your favorite activities. Or maybe she'd gather the courage to ask what you thought about her.
But she never pried.
You two would sit next to each other in the Cafeteria, exchanged carried but mostly ones of soft affection. You would give her massages on her hands and would give her the extra things from your plate that you saw she preferred. You kept her from picking at her hands with yours and combed through her hair with your fingers as lightly as you could to detangle her hair.
At night when she would have nightmares you would gently talk to her through the wall. You would talk her through things with soft words and gentle praises, remembering how your mother had once done it for you.
To Sofia you had become a pillar of unconditional support.
But after a year had passed of you knowing each other she noticed how much worse your condition was becoming.
Bruises now littered your skin, bags becoming deeper under your eyes. She never saw you cry but sometimes she thought she could hear you at night, soft breaths hitching and small sobs escaping your lips when she pressed her ear to the wall.
But one day you went before her in electro therapy, a place where she usually went before you. And even before they started she could feel the dread coming.
That day she heard your screams.
She heard you scream until your voice went hoarse and just when she thought they were done, she heard the sound of a body being beat, of groans and cries.
She cried the first time for you that day.
You were so unsteady after that day.
And soon she was the one holding you in the cafeteria, softly petting your head and reassuring you. She glared at any other patient and guard that would stare and threatened others about getting close to you.
After three years had passed together suddenly she could no longer see you in person, only hear your words through the wall.
She could tell there was a soft smile on your face as you talked through the pain. You always reassured her that you were fine even though she knew you were lying.
And when your voice became strained, when you started replying less, she forced her brother on his next visit to do something unthinkable to get her out.
After three years Sofia was finally free.
It had been four for you but Sofia didnt intend for you to be in there for long. Her father was dead there was no reason to try and clear her name first.
So she gathered evidence.
From proof of that woman's whereabouts to security footage from inside of arkham, she obtained everything that would not only clear your name but show how cruel the conditions were inside of arkham.
Eventually she landed in front of the giant Wayne Buisness building in Gotham, doing everything she could to meet your father. But everytime they saw what they thought to be a convicted killer they turned her away, even threatening to get security involved.
After realizing that she couldn't get an appointment through the usual way she took another route that would land onto the front gates of the Wayne estate.
Only for that experience to be worse.
Bruce would promise a meeting only for it to fall through, emergencies or other excuses given even when Sofia would protest and say that you couldn't be in Arkham any longer.
Three months of freedom.
Three months without you.
Three months and you still werent free.
Sofia sat in her family estate, her brother sat across from her with the news channel playing, the volume low.
"Are you sure about this? Going to the press only brings more stress Sofia." He warned, his leg bouncing up and down.
She nodded her head, taking a slow drag of her cigarette, "Theres one thing you should understand Alberto." she started.
"Theres only two people in the world I'd do anything for. Anything to protect. Anything if it meant keeping them safe. You... and her." She finished, watching as the news headline changed to something about Arkham.
She stepped up and dusted off her coat carefully, stopping to check in the mirror, she couldn't look too bad when she was finally going to see you again.
She wondered what the look on your families faces would be. Would they be shocked? Would they be upset? Would they cry like she had for you?
But that didnt matter anymore. She needed to get you out of that place. And no amount of press at the entrance of Arkham was going to stop her.
At the dining table of the Wayne estate a rare get together with everyone present was held, laughter and jokes, teasing and stories shared.
But that gentle peace was soon fractured upon Bruce getting a sudden call to turn the news on.
Upon turning on the TV the headline nearly made him sick.
"Ms.Wayne Innocent?" An Image of your face flashing on the screen.
The news caster spoke with pity in their voice, "Four years ago Miss Wayne was accused and convicted of killing over ten women. But new evidence brought in suggest that not only was she framed, she has been tortured both physically and psychologically by the Arkham Institute that claims to offer the best care for rehabilitating criminal individuals with mental health problems.".
"But what you are about to see is the true treatment that Miss Wayne has endured at the hands of people who know of her innocence and have been paid by the true culprit to do such things to her. If you are sensitive to such things I warn you to look away now as its truly a cruel sight."
Suddenly playing were videos of you undergoing electric shock therapy, words being thrown by the "doctors" at you. Words of harsh questioning and accusations that you continuously screamed out your denial for.
Before the sight of your suffering could continue live footage of inside Arkham started playing with a live newscaster following what appeared to be the sight of Sofia Falcone.
"Live feed inside of Arkham has begun, I'm here with Sofia Falcone, accused and convicted of the hangman killings rushing into Arkham Institute with her bodyguards rushing at the security here!" He exclaimed, nearly out of breath by trying to keep up with Sofia.
Bruce stood as he watched, guilt and anxiety plaguing him, yet he couldn'tlook away from the screen.
Sofia sneered, coming to a sudden hault at a door that lead to a hall of cells. "Step the fuck away. If you dare utter another word around her I'll make you regret it understand?" She threatened.
Through the TV everyone could hear the newscaster gulp and see him nod, silent as she opened the door. Everyone saw the camera angle change as the camera pressed up against the little window and watched attentively.
Sofia stopped at a single cell. Through the camera everyone could see her stop for a minute to calm herself, her chest rising up and down in a deep breath. And when she gained the courage to open the door, she called out your name. It was so soft and gentle they couldn't fathom someone with the nickname "The Hangman" uttering it.
And from the cell they heard a broken voice call out Sofias name, cries heard as you leapt out onto her, crumbling before her. Sofia fell to the floor with you, holding you close, breathing in your presence and holding you as though you meant more than the world.
You looked so broken in that moment. Bruises far worse than before, tears shedding down your cheeks as you sobbed.
"I thought!" You cried out, barely able to get the words out as you held onto her.
Sofia only held onto you just as tight, shaking her head as she reassured you, "I never planned to leave you here! I never wanted to. I swore I would get you out. You're going to come home with me. You're going to be safe! I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." She assured.
You couldn't let out anymore words, sobbing as you held onto her.
And the last thing the camera registered was Sofia taking your face into her hands and kissing you before the footage was suddenly cut off, the news error screen showing suddenly.
And all that could be heard in the Wayne manor was the error screen playing.
The silence that followed did not last long, as soon rage and terror filled the room.
Alfred could be heard contacting a lawyer while Dick sat there in shock, his eyes never leaving the screen which showed off a miniscule amount of your suffering. There wasn't anything going through his mind other than guilt.
Tim found himself immediately opening his laptop, scrounging for a recording of the news and looking into the evidence and information that he assumed Sofia gathered. He had to see it himself, he had to know everything as he was scared of what would happen next.
Jason felt the shame of failing you immediately. It crawled up his throat and took his words, leaving behind anger and terror that you had gone through many of the same things he had. Flashes of what had happened to him overlapping with your figure cowering in one of those cells.
Bruce sat hunched over himself, his elbows on his knees and his face held in his hands. The image of you so many years ago in his minds eye. How small you used to be, how you used to look up at him with hope. Your eyes that eventually lost that hope and held a newfound understanding. And the sight of you in the interrogation room, your eyes wide with fear and shock. Your form that recoiled at the crime scene photos. And how you looked just like you did on the night you lost your mother, a scared child.
Damian stood, nearly throwing his chair back before he left the room, going to grab his keys so he could drive straight to Arkham. He knew it the moment he saw your face on the news. He knew he had made a mistake he could never take back. Years of avoiding you rushing back to haunt him. He had never felt fear like this, fear for another person, fear of how you would look at him.
Damien rushed out the door, keys in hand and practically ran to his car.
He could fix things.
He could fix things he just needs you to give him a chance. But the moment that thought crossed his mind he remembered how you rushed to Sofia. How you crumbled in her arms and how desperately you held onto her as though you'd break without her there to hold you together.
He shook his head of those thoughts and started his car, only one destination waiting for him.
Have you seen that series that came out a bit ago? The Penguin? I didn't finish the whole thing but I was thinking about it and Sofias situation so this is inspired by that-
A lil angsty a lil hurty but mmmm Sofia <3
You knew who your family was. You knew they wouldn't want you to. You who were only a porcelain vase to them. Used to put flowers in and show off but otherwise paid no attention to until you remember to change to water or put in new flowers.
But you were an easily forgotten vase in the Wayne home.
You weren't supossed to know about their secrets and skeletons that lay in their closets. To them you were never going to be part of that life. A child born from a fling and never raised as some super human capable of great physical feats.
But it wasnt hard to figure out who they were for you. All the nights everyone was gone from the house? No galas? No events? Suspicious spaces where rooms should be but weren't. Occasionally loud booms and random injuries that had no other explanation. You weren't supossed to know and you figured that it would be better that they don't realize you do. Because attention from your family meant annoyance or apprehension on their behalf.
To you who never really made an impact on any of their hearts, you had long given up on trying. You began to care less about their perceptions and notions. You at least hoped to remain a decent vase they would make sure to keep dust away from.
So why is it, when some politicians daughter you've hardly talked to at galas and events accuses you of being a heinous murderer that they look at you?
Why?
Why did they accept that as truth?
Why was the evidence you've never seen accepted?
Why did they let you get put away in Arkham?
You tried, you really did try to stay positive.
Surely they would use their resources as vigilantes to actually look into everything right?
Surely they would know your innocent right?
Yet a single visit from Alfred after months of nothing brought you no peace. As he only showed you a pitying glance and a lackluster excuse and how everyone was so busy and that eventually everything would blow over. That they made donations to Arkham so you would get better treatment and the attention you deserve.
Yet would you really?
When anyone would kill to torture some rich man's offspring just to see what secrets and truths lie beneath the surface of the family facade.
But despite everything they put you through you never talked. You eventually gave up on reaching out to the family and never confessed to the foul crimes you were charged with.
The "treatments" they gave left you weak and fatigued. You didn't have the energy to fight back but at least had the will to not give in and talk.
And eventually one Sofia Falcone would be similarly charged.
And something in you believed her when she said she was innocent.
So you did what you could to protect her, trying to get the patients to ease up, to get the doctors attention on you by acting out.
You didnt want her to break from the pressure. You wanted for her what you had once wanted for you, for someone to listen. So you listened and did for her what no one had ever done for you.
The bond you would form together would last, but even as you kept denying, kept your mouth shut against the doctors; they would eventually resort to far worse physical punishments.
Eventually even Sofia would hardly catch a glimpse of you, and if she did she was holding you tight trying to whisper reassurances like you once did for her. Your broken body barely held together by her arms.
And when Sofia was released? She grabbed what power she could to gather evidence against the asylum, everything from bribes to false evidence and false diagnosis.
Sofia first went to Wayne corp only to not even be allowed in the doors. You hadn't talked much about your family in that horrible place, but Sofia had more hopes for your family than she did hers.
She tried everything to get a meeting but upon the final of many doors shut in her face she decided to do the only thing she knew would get immediate response.
She leaked everything to the news.
Suddenly evidence of innocent people locked up in the asylum was everywhere, leaked footage of the inhumane treatment and coerced confessions.
And at the Wayne family table where everyone sat for dinner, the news flashed and a familiar face shown on the news.
That same politicians daughter shown on the news with newfound evidence of horrific crimes and your face shown as new evidence points you as innocent.
And the next picture would be something horrible enough to make them finally listen and question everything.
I wish I could say things have been great but between a breakup, some ER/hospital visits, and declining mental health due to massive stress....... things have been uhhhhh not very conductive to a creative enviorment you could say???
Honestly just been going through it... but I managed to finish that draft and it feels good!!
Honestly I guess I lost a lil bit of faith in my writing? I find it fun and I enjoy creating my stories but uh somethings during the writing process kinda made the writers block really bad.
One of them is that sometimes I'll get asks about the type of reader I write or I guess slightly negative comments that kinda make me feel bad about what I write, and yeah yeah ignore the haters but I guess I already have a bad habit of self doubt and bad self esteem so it kinda got to me- what can I say I like to write readers how I wish I could present myself ig?
Irl I present a stronger mental facade but honestly I'm sensitive and needier than most would think. I write soft and emotional readers because I can hardly cry Irl due to trauma and such so when I get kinda iffy stuff about the kind of reader I write I think it hurts more than I expect-
And um my breakup hit hard at the time? I feel a lot better about it now and just hope they're doing okay! It sucks to be broken up with but I know it was for the best and I was really not okay at the time and theres a lot of things I could have done better as a partner. I think the birth control I was trying out at the time was really affecting my behavior cause I haven't had mood swings like that since I stopped it. I just hope they're doing okay and hopefully feeling better! Thats all you can really hope for yk?
Though a part of the reason I guess I was afraid to write as well was because they once got really jealous after I posted a little blurb and I felt really bad after that, which isn't their fault I just made sure they knew at the time that I loved them, yk normal reassurance and such just to make sure they're okay!
But I guess I was kinda afraid after that to come to them about writing and I don't have many people I can go to with my drafts and get their opinion so thats another point of struggle cause I get really anxious about a draft the closer it gets to completion and want advice and what not yk?
Plus life in general has been stressful. My health hasn't been too great and theres family stuff going on, maybe might get on disability? I'm not sure but physically and mentally I'm not too good. Just a LOT of family stuff going on. And I live in the US so its a dumpster fire over here yk?
As for writing I will definitely try to get out of this rut I'm in! But I am thinking about dropping a certain work of mine as I really just don't know how to go forward with it.
But here's to hopefully a better future and a better year! Its super late but happy new years and let's hope I try to actually write more this year!!
Thousands of thoughts went through three of the boys' minds the moment they realized that what they were seeing was real and not some fantasy their dirty minds had made up.
Johnny was the most shocked and unsure of what to do, his mind struggling to form a single coherent thought that would be enough to make his body move how he wanted it to.
Kyle felt a small surge of jealousy that he wasn't the first to kiss you. How could Simon kiss you without talking to them about it first? That unfair bastard! But the adorable sight of your lips gently parting to let Simon kiss you further made him unbearably hard.
As for John? Once his initial shock was over, he forced himself up quickly.
John approached from behind you, pressing his hands against your back to give you a slight warning that he was there.
He could tell by the small flinch of your shoulders that you knew he was there. You tried to break away from Simon, but he was far too addicted to stop now, small kisses assaulting your lips as he attempted to draw you back into a longer kiss.
John couldn't help but chuckle. He found it cute how Simon couldn't let you go.
So he leaned down until his lips were lined with your ear, small pecks being left across your skin. Johns lips moved down your neck, the scruff of his beard making you feel a bit ticklish, which led you to lean your head to squish him a bit.
The sounds of everything going on, the lips on your neck and lips, you didn't have time to think about anything anymore. Each little bit of skin that their lips had pressed against left what felt like a searing heat behind.
It felt warm and loving, so soft and gentle. No alarms went off in your head, no bad thoughts left to linger in your mind. Just hot skin and chapped lips leaving trails of fire across your skin.
And Johnny and Kyle were left yearning as they watched. Both of them felt impatient and couldn't sit still.
Kyle tried so hard to resist the urge to palm his cock, his fingers twitching in need and want, his eyes fixated on the way your neck curved at each kiss John left on your skin.
Johnny had already given in to temptation, quietly loosening the drawstring of his shorts only to tug his cock free. He couldn't help but imagine what your lips would feel like against his skin, soft and plush or chapped and bruised? How his eyes wandered, and his imagination went wild.
By the time Simon got his fill, you were left breathless and hot. Your mind felt fuzzy and soft, your fingers clenching onto his shirt tightly.
And you finally realized multiple eyes on you and a silent, heavy feeling of lust.
John decided to stop sucking on your skin when he realized you were no longer distracted, his eyes crossing over your features to try and anticipate your next move.
Simon looked straight into your eyes, a small smile on his lips. He couldn't look away from that adorable expression on your face.
Simon exchanged a look with John before he turned you both around. He turned himself so his back was facing the side of the couch, letting John sit right behind you. And suddenly, you were between both of them, hands roaming over your body gently.
Johnny and Kyle quickly moved to a better seat. Johnny nearly fell from how his shorts rolled down his thighs, but he luckily stepped out of them before he fully stumbled. He moved as close as he could get, watching with anticipation.
Kyle, though, tugged down the sweatpants he was wearing silently. He couldn't keep his eyes off the scene in front of him, mouth parted to lick his lips as his eyes took in the divine sight in front of him, moving to stand behind the couch in hopes he could get a feel in.
They hated how small their couch was in that moment, but also knew that John and Simon had just as much right to enjoy you now.
You could barely see John, but you could definitely feel him. His hands roamed over your sides, grabbing and groping your hips and waist, gentle kisses being left behind on your neck.
"So soft hm?" He hummed, his voice nearly rumbling against your neck. John couldn't help but squeeze you greedily, rubbing your ass against his growing bulge.
Simon looked all too content sitting in front of you. He sat close to you, your ass on Johns lap and your thighs spreading on his. He wrapped your legs around his torso, all too happy to feel you so intimately.
Simon leaned down, leaving a soft kiss on your lips before his hands started to wander up your shirt, his hands nearly reaching your chest, before John pulled his hands over Simons, careful as he held them there.
He looked down at you carefully, adjusting himself so he could look at you as best he could, his expression turned serious.
"Before we continue.." He started, his eyes went from yours to Simons and then back, "You have to let us know if this is okay." He claimed.
You watched with curiosity for the most part, their hands on you felt warm and comforting. Each touch lights your skin ablaze with lust and yearning. That voice in your head no longer screams at you, and anxiety no longer bites at your stomach about the "what ifs".
Even when Simon rearranged you, you didn't flinch or get scared, just curious at the sudden change.
With no rational part of you to guide you, to make you remember that this was wrong, that they kidnapped you, you nodded.
Simon gave you a soft smirk before leaving another kiss on your lips, "Say it for us lovie. Gotta hear you say it." He encouraged.
You couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up, your eyes looking away, "I'm okay with um.. continuing..." you mumbled out.
Both of the men laughed, soft chuckles spilling from their lips before Simon continued with his groping. John let go of his hands before letting his own wander downwards, rough hands gripping against your hips.
Simon was lovingly squeezing your chest underneath your shirt, big hands playing with them, a dazed smile on his lips as he lost himself in the feeling of your soft skin against his.
John let out a hum as he pulled down your sleep shorts, instructing Simon to lift your legs so they could quickly discard the fabric.
They were so gentle as they maneuvered your body, barely even paying any mind to the way your panties dampened with your slick.
But the moment Simon saw the little patch of slick? His mind was gone.
Suddenly, he was on his knees, his large hands bringing up your hips, your legs already positioned over his shoulders. His nose pressed against the fabric, pressing up against your slit.
Your torso was now leaning against John heavily, you weren't even on the couch anymore, with how both men held you up, especially with Simon practically huffing your scent.
Your hands covered your face, your cheeks felt hot to the touch, and you could feel the muscles in your face tense up in embarrassment. Just as you gathered the courage to look past your fingers, the sight of Simon tearing your panties with his fingers greeted you.
He was too inpatient to bother with taking them off properly, his fingers tearing apart the fabric as he discarded them. You could have sworn in the corner of your eye that you saw Johnny scramble for the fabric.
Before you could even think, Simons nose pressed against your clit, his warm breath against your folds warned you of his tongue.
It's the first time anyone has ever touched you like this. Yeah, you've maybe kissed or made out with some people once or twice, you've even touched another man. But you've never had someone pleasure you, and never given yourself to anyone. You just never found someone you actually wanted to do things with, so you always got off yourself.
It felt so overwhelming, the flat of Simons tongue against your folds, your toes curling at the sensation.
You tried desperately to close your legs, the pleasure overwhelming and like nothing you've ever felt before.
Before your thighs could suffocate Simon (as much as he would love that), John used his hands to grab under your knee, gently pulling your legs apart as far as they would go without causing strain.
At that, you couldn't help but squirm, your hands reaching down to grasp Simons hair, desperately tugging as a heavy knot formed in your stomach, soft moans and whines leaving your lips, causing Simon to suck on your clit, his middle finger poking at your entrance.
He covered his finger in your slick, prodding at your entrance before you felt the rough tip of his finger. You couldn't help but let out more whines, light pleas leaving your lips.
John stopped his onslaught of kisses and sucking on your neck, humming as he softly bit the lobe of your ear, "Feeling a lot love?" he questioned, watching as you nodded your head adamantly.
John let down one of your legs back onto Simons shoulder, using his now free hand to grab Simons hair and pull him away from your pussy, watching as strands of slick pulled between his mouth and your folds.
Simon looked dazed, slowly looking John in the eyes in a curious manner. You hated how you couldn't stop your hips from trying to thrust yourself onto Simons finger, the pressure and heat inside of you slowly melting away.
John has a smile on his lips as he rests his chin on top of your head, "I think we should take this to the bedroom no?" he asked, watching as Simon processes his words.
Before he could even respond, Johnny let out a big groan, moaning as he came into his hand.
Kyle had to stop moving his hand, and quickly helped Johnny clean up, both of the boys scrambling for John's room
Simon lifted you up suddenly, panic running through you as you were being carried in his arms.
Everything went so fast as you were carried up the stairs, John opening the door to his room and excited smiles as they all gathered into his room where the giant bed of his was, made for nights like these.
There was a silent understanding as you were dropped onto the center of the bed, the only thing covering your body was the loose shirt you usually wore to bed, your thighs sticky with your own fluid mixed with Simon's saliva.
You tried pulling your shirt down to cover yourself a bit, heat pooling to your cheeks and back of your neck as the men stood around the bed like predators surrounding prey.
In that moment, the boys were whispering among themselves, concerns on who would be first with the only for sure thing that Johnny was too eager and might hurt you with his excitement by accident.
It was between John and Kyle, as Simon wouldn't be able to fit without some maneuvering, and none of them wanted this to be a bad experience.
Concerned whispers and a couple of whines later, it was Kyle who stood at the foot of the bed, watching you carefully as he quickly took his shirt off. His eyes couldn't leave your figure, which only made him gulp anxiously.
Before any anxiety could overtake you from the silence, Price came up behind you, sliding himself close so your back would lie on his torso, his fingers sliding down your legs to gently rub your thighs.
The feeling of his calloused fingers barely touching your inner thighs teasingly had you squirming, your legs closing to try and stop his teasing touch.
You had been so focused that you had only just noticed Kyle right in front of you, his knees pressing into the bed and his hands touching your knees.
He had a warm smile on his charming face. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up as he really did have the prettiest smile.
His hands massaged you lightly, from your calves to your thighs, his fingers swiftly feeling along your skin.
When he finally spread your legs, he felt like he couldn't breathe, "God, you're gorgeous." He muttered, letting out a breath as his heart started racing, his tongue swiping over his lips nervously.
He hadn't cum yet, and the sight of your pussy had him nervous. He would last right? He shook that thought away as he lined his middle and ring finger with your entrance, slowly stretching you out as pre left his leaking cock.
Kyle couldn't look away as he moved his fingers, watching as your hips fluttered forward to meet his light thrusts, soft whines escaping your lips at the sensation.
John held you like he did with Simon, his hands reaching to hold behind your knees and stretch your legs open as much as he could without hurting you.
He kissed against your neck, observing your reactions and watching for places that could be sensitive. He also loved the way his beard made you a little ticklish, the small squirm making him smile.
And all you could think about was how good it felt to be stretched, how long and deft Kyle is with his fingers.
And how handsome he looked when his focus was entirely on you.
Before you knew it, his fingers pulled away and before you could whine, the head of his cock was leaking against your entrance.
Kyle felt like his heart was about to burst, but he used one of his hands to grip the sheets as he slowly nudged his cock into you with his other hand.
The feeling was something you hadn't felt before, and as he slid himself more and more into your pussy you couldn't help but moan, the pain of the stretch made you push against Kyle's chest, your eyes shut tight at the sudden unwelcome feeling.
Kyle noticed a bit of blood but stayed calm. He grabbed both of your hands and brought one of your palms to his lips, kissing down your hand to your wrist, making his way from there to your forearm and then closer.
His other hand reached for your cheek, gently wiping the tears that spilled down your face. As much as it hurt from how tight you felt around him, he wasn't ever going to ruin this moment.
He pushed his forehead against yours, your noses touching as he waited for you to feel comfortable, his eyes nearly closed from how much pleasure he was starting to feel.
Finally, both men felt your body relax, Kyle watching your face for any sign of lingering discomfort.
Your eyes finally fluttered open, quickly finding Kyle's in front of you, "I'm okay now." You mumbled, sucking in a breath from how close Kyle's handsome face was to yours.
You could see him smile, his eyes seeming to light up at your words, before he slid himself out of you till only the tip remained inside. Before you could question his actions, he thrust himself back in, going hard but slow, each thrust knocking the breath out of you.
John quickly leaned down to kiss your lips, "Breathe love. You gotta breathe." He told you, soft and gentle pecks left against your lips to try and bring you back to reality.
You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath and let out what you could, your teeth itching to bite something as each thrust brought unbelievable pleasure.
When you had your eyes open, you could see the slight furrow in Kyle's brow, how firm his shoulders felt as each muscle moved, only to show how much he needed you.
You were so focused on the pleasure and admiring Kyle that you hadn't noticed another presence get on the bed. At least not until two rough fingertips found their way to your clit, and all of a sudden you were nearly spasming from how hard you came.
Your hips grinding against Kyle's in short thrusts, your hand attempting to pull what you now saw was Simons hand away to no avail as Kyle came close to finishing and Simon had no intention to let your first orgasm with them be anything but mindblowing.
Didn't make it better that Simon had this light twinkle in his eyes at how hard you were bucking your hips to try and get away from his fingers, and a sly smirk from how hot he found this sight.
Kyle couldn't stop himself from thrusting until finally all your spasms and how hard you were clenching and bucking had him stuttering his hips, his cock settling deep inside you as he came.
The odd feeling of being filled with something warm filled you, a light daze of pleasure filling your mind. Simon finally let go, allowing you to come down from your orgasm and relax, going nearly limp in Johns arms.
John chuckled and motioned with his head for Kyle to pull out, showing a very eager Johnny right behind him.
But before you could get your bearings, suddenly there was a very eager mouth on your pussy, a thick tongue plunging straight in to lick every bit of cum they could get.
Your hands reached out to grab a fistful of hair, desperate moans leaving your lips with your failed attempts at pulling what you realized was Johnny away.
The loud sounds of slurping and just Johnny being absolutely messy reached your ears, and when you looked down, he looked absolutely out of it, his eyes dazed in what you could only assume is pleasure.
You watched as Simon reached for Johnnys cock, whines leaving his mouth and vibrating against your cunt as Simon started to tease the tip of his cock, hips bucking against the sheets.
Price watched on with a satisfied smile. The feeling of your back arching against his chest had given him the urge to ghost his fingertips along your spine and see how much you shuddered.
He held himself back though, knowing that he shouldn't be too teasing on such a precious night.
Suddenly, John felt you spasm, another orgasm rolling through you. Johnny grunts as Simon gives one final pump to his cock before letting him cum all over the sheets.
Kyle dragged a suddenly very drained Johnny to your side, allowing Johnny to rest.
You were already feeling tired and worn out, your thighs trembling, and your legs felt sore from being in that position for too long.
John noticed and let your legs down, allowing you to rest against his back. But they weren't done yet.
Simon finally sat on the bed, lifting you from John only to place you in his lap facing him. He helped you wrap your legs around his waist, using his fingers to rub circles into your back.
He had already gotten naked beforehand, deciding he didn't want to waste any time when it was finally his turn.
"Up." He stated, gesturing to your arms. You lifted them without question, even though you were curious. But he quickly took off your shirt and let out a satisfied hum as he played with your chest.
Simon leaned in to kiss you, moving his hands to put your arms around his neck.
He waited until you were a bit lost in the kiss, for the telltale gleam in your eyes where he knew you weren't thinking about much but the sensations he gives you. Then he adjusted, moving your hips till the tip of his cock aligned and pushed in.
He watched as you gasped, trying to pull away but held you by the waist and lifted you up. He didn't want to draw out the inevitable and dropped you as far onto his cock as you could go, nearly bottoming out inside of you.
He watched as tears filled your eyes, your hands reaching down and pushing against his lower stomach to try and get off. He put a hand against your head, moving his fingers through your hair to lightly grip and keep you still, swallowing all the attempted words and sobs you let out with his tongue.
His other hand reached for your ass, helping to lift you up only to drop you back down on his cock, using his hips to thrust into you and grind into you.
When Simon pulled away, all you could let out were small moans, soft pleas leaving your lips as everything was far too overwhelming at this point.
And you couldn't see it, but John stayed behind you, his cock free and slowly pumping, enjoying the sight in front of him.
Simon could tell things were becoming too much for you, your legs were shaking against his waist, your hands had moved to grip his back, leaving red trails behind with your nails.
As much as he wanted to continue in this position, he leaned forward to help you lie down, your head hitting John's lap, his cock now in your line of sight.
As much as you could barely keep your eyes open, the sudden sight had woken you from your daze. Simon continued to thrust into you, his fingers moving to your clit. He couldn't stop till you at least came on his cock now could he?
John sucked in a breath, a shiver running down his back at the sight of his cock in front of your face. He couldn't help but rut his hips forward, the sight of your eyes staring right at his cock had him eager.
Curiously, you opened your mouth to stick your tongue out, giving a lick. The twitch of John's cock only made you more curious, adjusting slightly to lick the tip, feeling your body move with John's light thrusts, rubbing his tip against your tongue.
The sight of your tongue out for him and the position you were in was enough for him to burst, and before you knew it, John had cum against your tongue. The suddenness made you panic, swallowing out of fear you'd start choking. But to John it only made him so proud and satisfied, cooing as he caressed your throat while you gulped his cum down.
Simon, a bit jealous of the attention you were giving, moved to pinch your clit with the rough pad of his fingers, watching you jerk, and your thighs quickly try to close. Kyle came and helped keep one of your legs open, moving his fingers teasingly down your thigh and watching how you twitched at the sensation.
Simon couldn't help but chuckle, watching as tears filled your eyes. He knew, hell, they all knew you were overstimulated and overwhelmed, but to them your reactions were adorable. Before you could even think to beg or plead, Johnny came back to lay kisses against your lips, rutting his cock against your skin as he sucked on your tongue.
"You look so pretty like this lass." he started, kissing between breaths and words, "This is how it should be don't ya think?" he asked, a hand moving to play with your chest, dragging a nail across your nipple. "Teary eyed and fucked out, all cute and comfortable in our beds.".
You couldn't even whine anymore, panting and begging, trying to push Simons hand and torso away, the pleasure too much to bare.
You could barely get your voice to work, but a sudden feeling had you panicking, "Something's coming! Please! Please stop its too much!" you begged.
But only a few chuckles were heard at your plea, your hips jerked and Simon came, the tip of his dick deep inside and grinding that spot that made you see stars.
Suddenly, you came so hard you went still, back arched as slick flooded down your pussy and came all over Simons cock and abdomen, his thumb now rubbing light circles on your clit, hoping it'll help you come down a bit better. The feeling of you squirting on him had been one of the best feelings of the evening.
You were exhausted, absolutely out of it, and dazed as you came down from your high. You'd never cum so hard before. And now your mind was completely blank, slowly blinking away tears, your body relaxed completely.
Johnny quickly got out of bed to get off one more time, knowing you weren't in any state to have sex anymore. Kyle helped arrange the pillows and blankets, helping you move a little so everyone could get comfortable.
Simon had left to dampen a towel, slowly wiping you down, watching closely. And John had simply laid down next to you, claiming the spot like it was his.
Once things were mostly clean and taken care of Johnny dived for the spot next to you, getting scolded by Simon with a warning that you were tired.
Simon took the spot next to Johnny, and Kyle successfully worked his way between you and John, grateful his former captain was in a good mood enough to be lenient.
You had fallen asleep just as everyone settled, not even noticing the soft blankets pulled over you and whispered reassurances of love and adoration, reassurances of obsession.
Your mind finally stopped overthinking and gave in to them. Finally allowing the men closer just as they wanted. Thinking about things from a world they took you from wasn't doing you any good was it? How could it when it just made you sad and lonely?
They knew best in their eyes and they would monitor every little thing that came in and out of the house, only let you see what they thought would push you closer, only what they wanted you to see. You won't be lonely cause they're here to cushion you, to envelop you in their love.
Just forget that the doors and windows are locked, that theres cameras everywhere. And that you're so far from civilization even if you managed to get out the door would you be able to make it far?
Forget that theres chains waiting for you the moment you think about leaving them.
Hello everyone! Once again sorry for my inactivity caused due to having been busy with commissions.
Today I'm very excited to announce something I've been thinking about for a while now.
I've officially started working on a visual novel for the boys🥳🥳 Here is the title and logo of the game✨
It's basically going to be 1 game with 7 separate stories in it, and those stories will show the first moment you met him and the first stages of you two's relationship. I'm planning to share the development of the game here like a developer log as I work on it.
I'm also planning to use this chance to update all of their character designs a bit. I will try to keep them as familiar looking as possible but truth to be told all of them had parts I've been wanting to improve for a while. I want to make their designs make a bit more sense, be a bit more detailed and more era accurate.
In case anyone is wondering, the game will have a female protagonist (as I want this to be an otome game) and since the stories are separate the love interests will not see each other or interact. At the moment I'm not planning to draw a sprite for the heroine but she will appear in some CGs.
While I have a general idea of how everything will work I'm now starting to actually work on everything, but feel free to let me know if you have any questions.
(Stalking, gore, mentions of torture, heavy manipulation, Vladimir Makarov is his own warning)
He's an absolute degenerate, a horrible human being who threw away his morals (or never had any) for power and money.
Undoubtedly he's not a good man in any sense. He's more a beast than man after all.
Yet the idea of only one person holding his heart thats stained black from the horrible things he's done, that takes up a little fantasy in his brain. Having one person completely unaware of the things he's done because he has the sort of power to keep it that way.
A translator working oversees? One who spends their time mostly just translating paperwork for some Russian company and helps their CEO when some business from another country needs help understanding or making things "clear".
You've lived in Russia for about a year and haven't made many friends except with your neighbors and a couple of ladies at the bakery you often visit on the way to or from work. It's a small thing near shady alleys and you don't always see the most trustworthy of men wandering around but then again you could say that in most of the places you've lived in.
You've traveled around the world but honestly never felt home anywhere. But you quite liked Russia. There wasn't a pressure to smile to others that you didn't know. The cold was deadly if you were stupid yet beautiful on a winter night. Plus the summers in the town you live in weren't that bad. So far your stay in Russia was longer than other countries and you didn't have much intention to leave yet.
So you're surprised when one day you find the bakery in chaos and a man holding up a knife to the other who looked like he was about to tear into him.
The man holding the knife had curly blonde hair spilling from his hat, and he was clearly not in the right state of mind. He hadn't seen you yet and you didn't notice the other man with dark hair seemingly reaching for something hidden in the band of his pants.
But you saw a chance and used all the force you could to swing your foot right between the legs, huffing when the man let go of the knife and fell to the floor with both hands clutching his parts desperately.
"You shouldn't be threatening people are you crazy?" You spoke, glaring down at the man who only let out groans and squeaks of what you assumed to be protest before the dark haired man stepped in and took handcuffs to the man's wrists.
You assumed he had to be police of some sort so you checked on the lady behind the register first. You didn't know of the beast staring you down with interest in his gaze and a sudden thirst clawing at his throat.
Makarov introduced himself to you as Vladimir and thanked you for helping him with this "criminal". He gave you what looked to be a business card and said to call him if you ever needed help as thanks.
You merely brushed it off, saying it was only right before waving goodbye to the handsome stranger.
But later that night hidden in some basement of a safe house, he couldn't help but think of you as he tortured the very man that threatened him so foolishly.
Honestly you did him a favor as he was able to settle things without being violent. It was nice for a change. But the way you kicked the man, all bundled up and looking like a bunny in your winter clothes had him chuckling.
The sight of him chuckling in front of a man nearly half dead had his soldiers looking at each other curiously but they knew better than to ask what went on in their leaders head.
When he got what he wanted and the man was dead he wiped the blood off his hands before reaching for his civilian phone, finding no calls from another number, not even a text. As much as he expected it, he still felt that thirst in his throat, one that reached his tongue and pulled at his thoughts about how to fix it.
He waited a week to appear again around the same time, knowing better than to wait around when any of his enemies could spot him any time. And he managed to get you right when you were ordering, using small talk and telling absolutely horrible jokes with one including a bear and a burning car.
At first you couldnt tell if he was joking or not but the serious way he tried to tell it had you smiling, laughing softly at his attempts.
Later that night in the middle of getting rid of a corpse he was delighted to see a text on his phone, "By the way tell the bear not to get in the car.". Makarov couldn't help but grin, remembering the way you smiled at him earlier that day.
Since then Makarov made certain efforts to get to know you, he installed trackers in most of your things, even planting one of his men in your apartment building and using another to act as a maintenence man to install cameras in your home under the facade of checking on your heater.
He went so far as to stage incidents to happen. He'd never let you get harmed of course! But having one of his men play as a robber and steal transcripts that were important and tucked in your purse didn't do much harm did it? It only made you reach out to him for help right?
And of course when you got back all your items how could you protest? You thanked him and invited him to dinner in your home, to which he gladly accepted. After all how could he ever deny something you cook for him?
So when he's invited into your home, he's really reminded of a rabbits den. Its warm and small. You don't have a lot of furniture but you have lots of lil tchotchkes scattered throughout, making it a bit homely.
And best of all? He gets to see you in casual clothes, your figure making him want nothing more than to squeeze and bite. He feels that familiar thirst that he's had itching at the back of his throat ever since he met you, and it only gets worse as he's surrounded by your smell and your things.
Hes always been a man who gets what he wants, but never has he felt affection like this before. So what is he to do other than manipulate things to go his way?
He's a strategist at heart after all. And he doesn't want a bunny who feels trapped in a cage, no no, he wants to see that bunny surrounded by nature, not knowing it's just a pretty pen that no matter how many times they search for the exit, they could never escape his grasp.
A tip that worked for me, was to draw or write anyway. Doesn’t matter how much or how little. Dosent even have to be anything specific just something. Even if it’s the same drawing/word over and over. After a while it’ll come back.
I’m more into drawing than writing, but a friend of mine said it really helped to write her days, kinda like a diary. Maybe it’ll help you too 🫡
Thank you so much!!!! I actually opened a draft and wrote a lil drabble and it felt so nice!!
If I could draw I would draw fr but I cannot draw for the life of me, if you held me at gunpoint and said draw or you'll die I'd fail so bad they might pull the trigger anyway 😔
But I'll keep trying!! Im gonna post the drabble once I add a lil more and maybe make sure there aren't spelling errors cause I'm not the best at editing my works-
Life has just not been life-ing yk? Writers block is a bitch and everytime I get the urge to write its not for any of my current series or on a draft thats like on the bottom of the list of priorities in terms of it not being COD
And my drafts honestly taunt my mind in the middle of the night yet when I sit to write nothing comes to mind its super annoying cause you would think forming a sentence to be easier but its not 🫠
If anyone has tips on how to get the hell out of writers block I'd appreciate it fr ;-;
yandere!prince who's 3 months way from becoming king, the citizens and palace have already begun preparing for his coronation.
yandere!prince whos more terrifying than his father, nobles bow before him like GOD, his dark violet eyes gleaming with power.
yandere!prince who's favorite word is obedience, so it's no surprise when you're accepted as his personal maid he revels in your compliance.
"[Name], stand. Now." You're in his chambers holding a bowl of grapes. (he insists you feed him)
you stand.
"spin." you spin.
"lift up your skirt." you blush, giving him an almost disgraced face. as his personal maid, you were treated better but he'd never been perverted. you should have known better.
you move to set the bowl of grapes down anyways, you'd rather be humiliated for a moment then disobey and be forced to the torture many servants were subjected to. it wouldn't be so bad anyways, you had a petticoat under and would only lift the first layer.
the prince moved before you could, a pleasant smile taking up his brown cheeks, "God you really are perfect. I was joking, m'lady." he layed back down on his red velvet couch, motioning with his hands for you to continue feeding him.
now you were even more confused, the prince nicknamed "iron of evil" was making a joke? (and what was m'lady about, you were quite literally a commoner) you set the ruffles back down and continue pricking the grapes from the vine and into his mouth, this was probably your least favorite task he requested you do.
not because it was hard but because the prince was completely different from how he presented himself to the public.
moaning and whimpering exaggeratedly as you fed him the fruit, the worst is when he licks at your fingers, even taking one into his mouth, pearly whiteness flicking around the digit.
he always seemed to be smiling around you, it was worse knowing how horrible he could be to others.
like that time a noble staying temporarily was caught trying to poison him, usually their sentence to death would be immediate no questions asked but this prince loved to play games.
it was in the throne room, two gaurds stood by the captive and the prince stood in front of him ( you standing silently by his side praying they wouldn't behead him in front of you ) .
and after staring at the man for almost ten minutes without saying a word, he turned to you.
"pick a number between 1 and 1,000"
you jumped, eyes flickering between the man and the prince, "don't look at him, look at me. number quickly." he graps your jaw within seconds. you gasp, there was no arguing with the prince.
you stared directly into his eyes, sputtering out a number, "o-one"
"hmm." his grip doesn't falter, instead he turns your face side to side peering at all your features. "would you look at this, you actually have a desireable face."
you didn't know wether to take it as a compliment or an insult.
he finally lets go, "okay, have him drawn in quarterd. i want him out of my sight."
you gulped, guilt shredding at your heart as the man screamed. now you felt responsible for his punishment, though you suspect he would have done anything he liked anyways.
as usual.
the prince kisses your palm bringing you back to the present, he's been like this lately too. becoming affectionate in private spaces ( and in public spaces ), insisting you dote on him, care for him and play good girl all while you face the consequences ( many people think you're secretly sleeping with him, though hes met his suitor many times )
"what are you thinking of, tell me your thoughts love."
you gulped, "well honestly my prince i was thinking this is highly inappropriate and that your should stop so that the both of us will avoid trouble, and also—"
the prince stops kissing you, darkened eyes glaring at you viciously. "[Name]" he said suddenly.
you gulp, regretting your decision to speak up immediately.
"you're perfect, okay? i need you to continue being perfect so that everyone here stays happy alright?" you nod. "and i told you to stop calling me that."
"i-i apologize my-sorry um, Anul."
Anul grins and shifts his body to sit upwards, "good, now come here." he motions to his lap and you sigh, as of the past few weeks this was common as well. he pats his thigh impatiently and you smooth down your skirt to move towards him. his arms are around you before you can even make it on him, his nose grazing your neck, "mm, perfect, all mine, so perfect."
you sigh again and fold your hands over your lap, you wouldn't deny this prince was comfortable to sit on but it was not only highly unprofessional but horribly nerve racking.
you were just glad nobody was in here to see it.
and just then a knock came from the door. you scramble to move but Anul hold on fast, "come in." his voice was like murky water compared to how he was speaking to you before.
another servant maid opens the door, looking at your turned down face for a moment before adressing her reason for being here. "uhm, [Name] has been requested in the chambers by Ms. Jalei just for a quick meeting." Ms. Jalei was the head of all thr maids in the palace.
Anul looks bored at her. "She's busy." and quickly turns back to you, but the maid hasnt left yet.
she clears her throat again, "it's umh, it's urgent." she say looking at you and the man, his arms tighten around your waist. "[Name]? what should i do? seems likes there another pest trying to disturb our peace. number, 1-1,000" the maid freezes up, even she knew was this meant.
your eyes went wide as you looked at him, god not this again. "I-I don't want her to get hurt."
"Oh how sweet. Don't worry she won't feel a thing." Anul smiles devilishly. The maid looks ready to cry.
You turned between them, you hears what happened with the other guy, you didn't know who this was but you certianly didn't want her to get hurt, not because she f you anyways.
"w-what can i do? to fix it, i don't think she deserves such a punishment. it's me there asking for anyways, so what should i do?" you pleaded.
that caught his attention, "What you can do...?" He thought for a moment, "You. Get out."
The door was such in seconds.
"ya' know ever since i've met you [Name] i've just been so much better, i'd really love it if you gave me a kiss. I think i deserve it dont you?"
you gulped, you saw something like this coming, you were prepared. you gave a small okay and Anul shifted so you were sitting on his crotch rather than his lap. "okay here i go." and placed the tiniest contact on his lips he almost missed it.
he blinked, "what was that."
"well, i just kisses you my prince. as you requested."
"that wasn't a kiss."
"well—" you don't get a chance to answer as he cups your mouth with his, your tounge sliding on the roof of his mouth, by the time he's finished you can barely breath. his hands had someway crawled themselves onto your side and he found himself craving you, needing you carnally and more than ever. he lets go.
"that was a kiss, and don't make me teach you again."
It started out with a few, weird videos that barely got any views.
He had a shaky camera, and he'd rarely ever talk. In fact, he didn't even show you in the beginning. It was more of videos he took walking in random places without showing his face. Honestly, it looked like he hadn't intended for anyone but himself to see the uploads, yet somehow they ended up floating across the feeds of some people.
| What is this even about lol
| This is kind of strange...
| What are you doing?
He was surprised to get any comments at all, but the last one especially jumped out at him. Any rational person wouldn't talk about how they'd been secretly following the love of their life to some random stranger, but he was far from rational.
Instead of replying in the comments, he made another video.
Why I Do This
" It's because I love her, and I want to make sure she's safe," he said with a shrug. The camera was propped up on a cafe table, and his face was clearly in view. Well groomed, handsome, young... he certainly didn't seem the type to be a deranged lunatic. "Besides, I like the thought that one day she'll see this and know how much I care." After he spoke, the footage was cut with a shot of his shoes slapping against pavement, wandering in some unknown location.
That one got quite a bit of views. Hundreds this time, out of seemingly nowhere.
| Woah is this guy for Real?
| No way is he serious, this is probably just some project or some shit.
| Lol who cares if it's real, it's kind of interesting
| I wish I had a boyfriend like that
| You should show us your partner lmao
The videos would come every other day or so now. There seemed to be a bit more editing involved, and the few glimpses of you that the audience got became like a fun guessing game.
"I never expected anyone to be interested in this," he admitted, this time more quietly in a library study area. " I thought people would think that this whole thing is weird, but there are, what? A thousand of you now? So strange... and here I thought I was the weird one," He chuckled and brushed his hair back gently. Just out of sight in the camera was your seated form, working diligently on an assignment. If only you knew how much he cared. Not only that, if only you knew how many people thought he was cool for loving you the way he did.
| Guys I'm starting to get kind of freaked out. Is the person getting stalked okay?
| Nah, it's not real. No way. If he was for real he wouldn't be showing his face
| Woah the quality has gone up so much! The sneaking into the house portion of the videos are always so creepy and realistic! Keep up the good work!
| You should go into acting man
| Our beloved stalker is getting pretty bold lol. I wonder how this series will end lol
Sure enough, he started having more fun making the videos. He invested in a higher quality camera, and he started to become more and more obsessed with not only following you, but documenting the whole thing. He invested in a new camera and bought new editing software. Plus, with the ad revenue he was getting from his growing viewers, he could afford to buy trackers and other things...
"Thanks to you guys, I've finally got enough to bring them home," he practically beamed as he stared into the black lens. He was hidden in a bush, the glow of your house lights illuminating his face. He held up a bundle of ropes and some cuffs. "I really couldn't have done this without your support. I'm really grateful. I might have to lay low for a while after this... but hopefully I'll be putting out some more videos about getting them settled in their new home. Again, thanks for everything."
When a missing persons alert was put out for you, hardly anyone paid any attention. His viewers didn't know your name, and he was smart enough to hide your face, so no one suspected a thing. Soon enough, you were a forgotten statistic to everyone but him.
| Woah new video!
| The new set looks great!
| They're acting is so realistic lol. It gives me chills.
| Hey don't they kinda look like that one person...?
| I'm glad to see how this series progressed lol, the stalking was getting kind of boring
"They love you," he hummed as he scrolled through the comments, the screen lighting up the darkened room. You were bound in his lap, whimpering, blindfolded and gagged as he rubbed soothing circles into your hip. "Not as much as I can, but I told you everyone was rooting for us to get together," He smiled and planted a kiss to the crown of your head.
He then stood up, carrying you in his strong arms before laying you down on his bed. He switched on the lighting and turned on the various cameras he had set up to catch your expressions from every angle. His voice was sickeningly sweet as he got you tied down and ready, his eyes flashing with barely contained obsession. "Now... some people have been asking for more... exclusive content. I think it's only fair we let them see... I wouldn't have you if it wasn't for them after all. Be good for me okay?"
Please, please don’t ever do this. Even if our work is free in fanfiction, us authors/writers work so, so hard to bring you something new, original, organic with life to the table. All we ask is you don’t hurt us in this way. Same with artist. It’s awful. AI is bad to creators like us and very disappointing which leads to being unmotivated to bring you anything else.
You will NEVER have my consent to put my stuff in AI. I don't care how much you say you love it or adore it, you are spitting on my work and disrespecting me deeply by putting my work into AI because you can't wait for more content. It is NOT a compliment, it is a "my robot can replace you because I am too selfish to wait" in my eyes and I will only be genuinely disgusted.
I was thinking about it and and much as I see Yan Johnny to be quite impatient with getting his darling, I can also see him being suchhh a stalker
Talking about the kind of stalkers to steal your things often, the type that makes you go crazy paranoid with how often you find things missing around your house every other day
You bought a fancy lip gloss the other day and now it's gone? He puts a lil on his lips or on his cock just to see the lil bits of glitter and imagine how nice it would be to see your glossed lips wrapped around his Dick-
Your favorite pair of cute panties isn't in the laundry basket waiting to get washed?? Johnny couldn't help himself! The smell and the dried slick and sweat just made him lose his mind!! Doesn't even put his dick near them, only licks and smells them, thinking about how nice it would be if you sat your pretty pussy on his face <3
Oh and your favorite outfit? Absoutly gone and now your wondering if you have a friend that steals from you cause who else would steal your clothes huh?
Not to mention he likes to make a list of products you use regularly. He keeps his bathroom stocked and the guest room of his is slowly starting to be littered with the things you use everyday. It helps him keep sane!
But slowly it's starting to not be enough for him you see-
Don't be surprised if you fall asleep in your bed or go home with a handsome man with a mohawk to find yourself waking in an uncannily simular bedroom with your stuff all over it and the same perfume you use sprayed all over
Don't bother trying to open the door though! Johnny was thorough when he soundproofed the room and installed the locks, it's almost as safe as the saferooms in banks! He even installed a nice window so you get nice sunlight in there without risk of you escaping getting hurt-
So when he brings you slightly burnt pancakes try to be nice to him huh? He's mostly harmless!!
Except when you wake up and there he is with his face between your legs and his hips desperately rutting into the sheets-
