anywhere u go

i'll follow u down 21+ / cst / semi-active indie rp smut & taboo heavy

[lovergiirls]

she flinches when he grabs around her wrist, even though she should be used to how rough he is by now. rina sniffles and her body language stiffens, but she doesn't pull away from him when he draws her in, instead keeping big, watery brown eyes fixated on her father. he's touching her softly, and his tone is uncharacteristically sweet, because he knows she'll hate what he's saying. she finally gathers the courage to draw away from him, stepping back from him and keeping her resolve, at least for the time being. " daddy, mom wanted me to go to school. i want to go to school. i like learning— and it's not just guys there, okay? if you would have let me go out of the house to go to college, i could have gone to a women's college. but you said i had to stay here, so i did! " she stomps her foot on the ground as her voice grows thicker with tears, like she's a child again. she pouts and folds her arms over her chest, choosing to look at the ground instead of mark. " i don't need anything but you. but that doesn't mean i can't like doing other stuff too. "

[followudown]

every time rina pulls away, she causes him pain. it's been happening more and more often lately and it's fraying at mark's nerves. "i don’t give a shit what your mother wanted, rina. she’s gone. and i’m still here. what about what i want?" he's a man with needs, needs that rina's old enough to be considering. "i’m the one here loving you, taking care of you, giving you everything you could possibly ever want or need. do you know how fucking crazy you sound? a girls school? hours away?" he grabs her arm and yanks her into his body. he knows his grip on her bicep is tight enough to bruise but he can't allow her to pull away from him again. he brings his other hand to her delicate neck and forces her chin up so she has to look at him. "you'd really leave me? for months? when i love you so much?" he bends his head to press a soft kiss against his daughter's lips. "when you love me so much?” he asks because he knows the passion he feels can't be one-sided. the fighting, the tears, the bruises, they're just symptoms of how deeply he and rina have always loved one another. so he deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue into his daughter's mouth. his hand on her throat slides into her hair to keep her where he wants her. his hand on her arm moves to her lower back to press her closer to him, so she can feel how much he loves her and wants her and desires her. he loses himself in this closeness and it only serves to make him want more. he wants rina bare beneath him, surrounding him. but he pulls back with a final little peck, to check-in and see if she's over this little school tantrum. "you used to be so good for me. you know i hate it when you make me fight with you. won't you just be a good little girl for me again?"

[lovergiirls]

open starter for:   m / f / nb ( 21+, age gaps encouraged! ) muse:     rina aguilar, 21.   college student.   submissive. plot:     based off this. tl;dr:   toxic, potentially abusive relationship where your muse is ultra-controlling of rina. t.@boo connections accepted, kinks + limits in source !

"     i don't even understand what the problem is,   "   the room felt way too small of a sudden, her partner's presence more looming force than anything even inviting, let alone comforting. she folds her arms over her chest and sniffles, trying to keep the tears in her eyes from falling. rina doesn't want another argument about how she reacts to things, she doesn't want another argument about anything. with shaky hands, she reaches out to touch the other person's cheek, watery & almost mournful in her gaze.   "   it's just a project for class. and other people will be there, okay? not alone with anyone else. it's a group thing. and it's one afternoon.   "

[followudown]

mark was already angry, but seeing the shake to rina's hand only served to piss him off more. he snatched her wrist and yanked it away from his face. "i'm sick of this shit, rina. i let you go to that school because you asked me to. and all i get in return are lies. why on earth do you think i'd be happier knowing you'll be with a group of men rather than one man? do you know what men--?" mark took one look at rina and knew she didn't. "god, you have no clue. your mother and i sheltered you far too much." mark hated seeing his little girl cry. he closed the distance between them and placed his hands on her shoulders, moving them up her slender neck to her cheeks. "i think its time we give up on this whole idea of schooling. you don't need it. you're never gonna have to work. you have a man who takes care of your every need. i've taken such good care of you all your life, haven't i baby? i've never let you want for anything?" mark knew rina sometimes wished he was kinder, softer, that he had less of a temper. but he also knew all those things would come true if rina were by his side more and out in the world less. ever since his wife had passed, rina had become his entire world and he needed to keep her close. "you were trembling when. you reached for me. school is clearly stressing you out." mark brushed his nose against rina's affectionately. "tell daddy you don't need it baby. tell me i'm the only thing you need."

[swcctcrbittcr]

open: m/nb muse: olivia inspo: x & x

she hadn't intended to get this high, but the guys kept passing around the joint, encouraging her to take hit after hit until olivia found herself in a blissful haze. she usually kept control and composure in groups, but tonight she feels herself letting go. giggle slip from her lips as she leans her head against his shoulder, shifting to get closer to him.

his closeness feels good, his scent is pleasing, and she feels herself melting, barely noticing his hands wandering over her body until his fingers find her nipples, pinching them through the thin fabric of her shirt. olivia's eyes pop open as she looks at him in bewilderment. but he just continues pinching at them, talking to the others as if nothing is happen, and olivia doesn't make a sound.

[followudown]

when mark's bandmate had told him he had a girl he'd been seeing out in the crowd, mark had told him to invite her up. he loved company. it may have been a silly little game he liked to play, but mark had told the boys over and over again, that women were just distractions. dating, falling for someone, it was all a risk to the band. his word should've been enough, but his bandmates were dumb, so sometimes they needed a demonstration. he removed his hands from olivia's breasts and lifted her onto his lap, pressing her back against his chest. "relax baby, the band's gotta talk about our next show and we can't have any distractions." he handed her a joint, knowing she'd probably missed that there were multiple in rotation and she'd already gotten far more than her fair share. "smoke up." and he launched into a diatribe about lighting and sound. his bandmates were almost too high to participate in a conversation, but it didn't matter. that wasn't the point. the point was that his hands were sliding beneath olivia's shirt now, pushing her bra out of the way until his hands were cupping her bare breasts, his thumbs running over her hardened little nipples.

he asked his drummer danny a question that'd take him a least a minute to figure out and whispered in olivia's ear. "i bet you're so uncomfy in this top. i'm just gonna..." he pulled the shirt up and off olivia, tossing it on the floor. "just want you to be comfortable, don't wanna kill your buzz." by the time danny's brain came online enough to answer his question, mark knew he and olivia painted a pretty picture. his large hands were roaming over her flat tummy, her bare breasts, his fingers were pinching and twisting her nipples until she was squirming in his lap. even so, mark continued talking about sound as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening. hours ago, danny had told him he thought olivia had girlfriend potential. mark thought she was just another groupie. he was sure one of them would be proven right by the end of the night.

[bvrninghot]

— muse: leila bauer, 20-21. — plot: leila and your muse are in the studio together since he's producing a song for her group. it's late at night and they're both not wanting to leave because they want to spend more time together.

"ah, i'm listening." yes, of course his lips were moving, but she couldn't help but wonder what they tasted like. her crush was more of longing, knowing very well he could never be interested in her. long ago she had settled for just being his favorite to work with and bounce ideas off of. "sorry, it's late and i'm zoning out." she lied, snapping herself out of her daze. "you know how comebacks are stressful, probably haven't resting enough." there was a long pause when she realized it sounded like she wanted to escape. " -- not that i want to leave right now, i could stay here forever."

[followudown]

mark slid his chair away from the mixing board to look at leila. "you won't have to stay forever, a few hours tops." getting leila's vocal track down right was his most important task of the day. amongst all the voices of the group, hers would be the one everyone would be listening for. mark knew she was special and he'd make sure everyone else knew it too. his brow did furrow at her mention of a comeback though. mark had been in the industry for twenty years. he'd had years without any hits, multiple moments when he thought his career was over. he was done. but he always found his way back to music. the industry could be done with him, but he'd never be done with it.

he had a strict hands off policy when it came to the pop stars in and out of his studio. the last thing mark needed was the reputation of being some seedy producer that made young girls comfortable. so the tendrils of attraction he'd felt for leila had been successfully shoved down and ignored. but he couldn't resist the temptation to comfort her, to inspire her, to encourage her to keep pursuing her dreams. so he knelt down in front of her and placed his hands on her knees, not daring to move them upward, where he really wanted them. "you shouldn't be stressed about this comeback. you're doing what you love with people you love...or at least like." mark had no idea how leila felt about her bandmates. "and you're doing it for people who love you. your fans are gonna love this new project, leila. you put your heart into it. and your heart is the most beautiful thing about you, which is saying a lot."

[bundolls]

open to: anyone over 21

muse: mimi, 21+, hostess ( meaning she works at a night bar and gets paid to drink with and entertain customers with conversation ).

plot: maybe ym has gone to this bar a few times and always requests her ?? or it’s their first time visiting ?? they can also be there to ‘practice dating’ or whatever floats your boat 🩷

“oh are you here for mimi specifically ??” doll-faced deception wrapped in all the right baby lilts ! wearing a tight pink dress and heavy makeup, she approaches the table that requested her specifically, sat down next to her dearest client. “mimi is sooooo happy ! i think we should celebrate with a drink. what would you like ?” opening the bar menu her knee ( laced in white thigh-high socks ) brushes against theirs, long manicured finger pointing to the expensive alcohol list.

[followudown]

this was a problem. an addiction. but mark couldn't stop himself. he pretended to consider the menu as he placed his hand on mimi's thigh, as if he needed to touch her to talk to her. "let's see, mimi. if i were to buy a bottle of champagne, would you share it with me?" mark knew if his wife knew he was a regular at this host club during his business trips, she'd call it cheating. mark didn't think it was cheating because he really wanted to cheat. he'd love to have sex with mimi. but he wasn't. so it wasn't cheating. it was much worse. he was paying for a woman to pretend to like him. "you know, i thought about you all weekend while i was away. did you think of me?" mark knew she probably hadn't. she likely had a boyfriend she was deeply in love with, admirers she had to beat off with a bat. but he wanted to hear the lie.

[disapprove]

Mark was probably one of the most handsome guys she'd ever seen in her life. That made this entire situation all the more confusing. Because he didn't seem like a guy to kill or treat, but there he was. Maybe she had read too many dark romance books to call this upon her.

Sophia hummed and mumbled as Mark scooped her up easy as that, catching her breath. Her bright, blue eyes shot up at him when he put a hand between her breasts to feel her racing heartbeat, leaving a bloody stain on her bare cleavage. The blonde wore a tiny, Tinkerbell dress for the Halloween party. Her wings had already fallen off when she was running from him, leaving her in the tight green dress and some white high heels to compensate for her height. "Keep your filthy hands off me." She snapped his way, a hand of hers coming to wrap around his wrist as she pulled with the little force she had left in her way smaller form. Without success, obviously.

"You killed my boyfriend, you-" She was shaking her head heavily as they passed the dead guy she'd been flirting with at the party. Sophia was a girl that had many boyfriends. She was a bubbly girl full of life and fun, loyal and caring but she had a thing for picking the wrong guys. "Fucking freak." - she breathed out softly.

By the time she was tossed upon his bed, her head was still racing and her body fueled with adrenaline. The only thing she could think about was that Sophia was probably next. If he had no trouble killing a random guy, why spare her? Of course, she had no idea about their bond. At his request, she swallowed thickly and shot up to sit straight on the bed. The moving caused her heels to slip from her ankles, falling to the floor. The sound made the blonde flinch a little, plump lips parting as she was searching for any right words. "I'm not a whore." - she snapped. But maybe it was more or less a promise, as if she had anything to proof to him. Sophia didn't want to get killed, obviously, so she listened. Meanwhile, she would think of a plan. She shifted a little on the bed and pulled her dress up to her middle until she was able to pull it off her head. Now she was left in a matching, laced set of lingerie that hugged her small figure, exposing all her curves to him. Her freckled cheeks colored a dark shade of pink as she crawled backwards to the headboard of the bed, her eyes pinned on Mark. "You scare me."

[followudown]

Mark was a little amused at Sophia’s denial. “Not a whore, but she still undresses for me," he observed aloud, with a little tilt to his head, his hazel eyes gliding over her tight little body before lifting to meet hers. "I suppose its good that you know how to take an order. You'll have to get used to that. Were you letting that dead man order you around too?” Mark wasn't sure why he brought it up, just the thought of Sophia being with someone else filled him with a natural, instinctive anger he was doing his best to tamp down. He'd already failed once. He hadn't meant to rip out her boyfriend's heart. His plan had been to snap the human boy's neck. Nice and easy and clean.

His wolf seemed to have other plans though. Mark had been pack leader for over 30 years, if he claimed and mated Sophia, she'd become his second. She'd take orders from no one but him, she'd submit to no one but him. The fact that she may have done as much for a lesser man truly disgusted Mark. He'd have to kill them all, he decided, every past lover. No one living could know that his mate had ever been weak for anyone but him. Mark took off his t-shirt and tossed it on the floor. He toed off his boots. And his hand stopped on his belt when Sophia said she was scared.

Mark knew what kind of pack leader he was. He'd been called ruthless, pragmatic, and demanding. He didn't tolerate rule-breaking because the rules he'd established kept his people safe. Mark knew all this about himself, but he had no clue what sort of mate or husband he wanted to be. He knew of mates who cowered and trembled in the presence of their Alpha, women who were truly fearful of the men that were supposed to keep them safe above all else. Mark liked playing around a bit, he liked his bed partners knowing he was stronger, faster, more powerful than they could ever be. But he couldn't allow Sophia to be truly scared of him, not forever at least. They'd have to present a strong united front someday. The only place he wanted her trembling was in their bedroom.

Mark knelt on the bed and prowled toward her, like an animal. Sophia was curled up near the headboard and once again he marveled at the fact that the universe had chosen this tiny little thing to take all of him. Even if he were human, they'd be an odd pairing. But, as a werewolf? It seemed so ridiculous that Mark could only assume she had more fight and strength packed into her tiny little body than one might expect. It was for this reason, he kissed her cheek, instead of sticking his tongue in her mouth. He didn't know if his girl liked to bite yet. "Are you sure you're just scared? You're blushing," he said as he descended his claws in one hand to cleanly slice through her bra and underwear and quickly retracting them. "Why don't we pretend you wore this lingerie for me? You knew your man was coming for you tonight and you got all dolled up. It looks so good on you, baby" he said even has he pushed the shredded lace from her body. "You're so fucking sexy." Sophia hadn't given him permission, but Mark didn't need it. He allowed himself to feel her up, his hand sliding over her pert breasts to give one of her nipples a little pinch, down her flat stomach, and down further to the heat between her thighs. "You strip for me, you blush for me, are you wet for me too? Maybe you're not a whore, but you're my whore?" Mark could already see the future. Soon he'd have his little bombshell bouncing on his cock and begging for more.

[nosaintz]

*   open to males. plot : in the source . connection : boyfriend's brother. bonus points if they're twins.

with a strained smile aimed at her potential in - laws, camille excuses herself from the table, pretending nothing’s amiss as the hand ( the one that definitely isn’t her boyfriend’s ) slides off her bare thigh when she stands and makes a quick escape to the bathroom. she leaves the door unlocked, fully expecting him to follow after the little stunt he just pulled, and touches up her lipstick in the mirror, trying to steady her trembling hands. as soon as the door opens, camille blurts out, “ what the hell was that? ”

[followudown]

mark wasn't nearly as subtle as he should've been in following camille, but he doubt it mattered. his parents were reunited with their favorite son and his little brother was in full kiss-ass mode. neither of them were going to be missed. he didn't bother knocking on the bathroom door, instead walking into the cramped the space, dhutting the door behind him and locking it...like camille would have if she didn't want him in here. "that was an offer, or maybe a little entertainment?" standing behind her, he stooped down until their faces were level, and brought his hands back to her bare thighs, this time sliding them upward beneath her little skirt. "he's a boy camille. he brought you here to make sure mummy and daddy like you and he'll dump you in a heartbeat if they don't. you know this. he's out there, like a child, begging for their approval right now." mark pressed a kiss just below her ear. "don't you think you deserve a man?" he asked and turned one hand to cup the warmth between her legs, his fingers siding over her slit, only the thin material of her panties separating them. "don't you deserve a man who knows what he wants and won't let anyone stop him from having it?"

[disapprove]

based “if i catch you, you belong to me” | open to mob bosses / slashers / halloween stuff / purge night criminals / supernatural muses, etc. etc. (tw: primal / dub-conish?)

please note that you can choose ANY of my muses as alternative for Sophia:)

Sophia had witnessed something she should not have seen. To her surprise she was given two choices: either she gave her life right there or she ran for her life. It wasn’t like Sophia was crazy athletic but the ballerina was fit enough to take on the challenge. She was a little fighter, always had been. Besides that, she would rather try with a chance of an escape than end up dead.

The short blonde ran as hard as she could through the dark, wasting no time on looking back at the person she had left behind. But exhaustion came rushing over her soon, her pace was getting slower and the person chasing her close. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Sophia yelled. It didn’t take long before bigger hands were grabbing her, her way smaller body pressed to theirs. She was completely out of breath, hands reaching up to theirs to tug them but had little energy left. “I get it.” - Sophia breathed out. “I get it, you fucking win.” The blonde repeated, heart racing as she tilted her head to the side. “I’ll come with you just - don’t hurt me, please.”

[followudown]

his offer had just been foreplay. it'd been 50 or so years since mark had lost a race against a wolf. he'd be damned if he'd ever lose one against a human. but the run got sophia's blood pumping, her heart rate up. he could hear it, beating so much faster than his. inefficient. it made his dick hard. blood and lust intertwined in his mind in ways few humans could understand. catching up with her was light work. he snatched her up easily because she was small, even for a human, and he was too used to fighting real monsters with supernatural strength.

while the sound of her heartbeat pounded in his ears, his own heartbeat was slow and steady, as if he'd just woken up for a nap. his hands were still covered in a man's blood and he pressed one between her breasts to feel that heartbeat. it was so soothing. his mate. mark knew he could end this here, he could give her a mating bite, turn her and force her to feel the connection they were both destined to share. but the fight in her, the mention of "hurt," it made his mouth water. there was no fun in dominating a weak thing. as a wolf, sophia would know her place was beneath him. as a human, she'd fight it. and mark loved a good fight. "don't make me make promises i can't keep. it's gonna hurt. but you're gonna like it." he nuzzled her hair, her temple, her neck. the scent of her was gonna drive him wild.

mark had been waiting all his life to find his mate and when he'd found her, she was with another man. mark didn't like the way that man looked at sophia or talked to her. he'd even seen the man touch her once. so he had to go. and while mark had been getting rid of him, sophia had walked up dressed like a whore. just the thought of it pissed him off. he didn't care that it was halloween and all the human girls were dressed like whores, he didn't care that sophia didn't fully feel their bond yet. she should've known better. she should've known she belonged to him. he dragged her back to the cabin, keeping a hand free in case he had to smother her screams. he stepped over the dead body on the front porch and walked through the cabin upstairs to only bedroom. he tossed sophia on the bed and shut the bedroom door behind him. he eyed sophia's sophia's small body on the bed and licked his lips. "since you've dressed like a whore for him. i want to see you strip for me," he ordered.

[followudown]

@lvsciovs​

it was christmastime again and any day now they’d be making the entire town’s dreams come true by bringing a new baby into the world. next year, him and dylan and their new baby would be celebrating christmas as their own little family and creating their own family traditions. but this year, mark’s parents had hosted the days festivities. they opened presents and ate food and watched far too many hallmark christmas movies, all of which mark found completely unrealistic. but it was a good time nonetheless. and when his parents made their way upstairs, mark had felt too comfortable to move. they were lying on the sofa, dylan was in his arms. the fireplace was still warming the room. the tv was still playing quietly, but they’d lost the remote ages ago. he nuzzled dylan’s hair, breathing in her familiar shampoo and gave her a little squeeze. sometimes he was overwhelmed by just how much he loved her and how happy she made him. he had a hard time understanding how he could have ever found this girl annoying when she was so obviously perfect for him. “so, i was wondering...” he idly tapped her belly, tracing shapes over her adorably ugly christmas sweater. “if you found out that i was a serial killer, would you still love me? say this all happened before we got together, its in my past. your love changed me. would you be able to forgive me of something like that?”

[followudown]

lvsciovs​:

— ❦ MARK WAS damn near an obsession for dylan. and while she loved her mother, she was desperate to have what she had been denied for almost a year. maybe it was daddy issues, but taking her mother’s HUSBAND from her was the ultimate thrill and god she knew she was going to enjoy riding his dick. her head perked up at his voice and she was entranced by how confidently he spoke. most boys her age would CRUMBLE under her seduction, but he was a challenge. ‘ i said that, didn’t i? ’ she purred, knowing damn well her mother would disown her for taking her hottie of a husband, but she didn’t care. while she was a sweet teen to the outside world, she was much more DRIVEN by lust and greed. ‘ and i don’t care if she forgives me, you’d take care of me, isn’t that right, daddy? ’ his caress made her want all the much more of his touch – mind wandering to how good those long fingers would feel buried in her tiny cunt. she gulped at just how wet she had gotten from their sensual GAME. his taste made her whimper. the sweetness of his tongue against hers. she didn’t even try to hide how eager she was the moment he asked for her mouth. ‘ thought you’d never ask. ’ and after another quick kiss to his lips, she fell to her knees and parted his legs to make room for herself. hands slid up his THIGHS to unzip his pants. slender fingers trailing along his length through his boxer briefs, absolutely loving just how hard she made him. ‘ think i can fit it all in my tiny mouth? ’ she hummed, sliding him from the confides of the fabric as she licked her lips HUNGRY for a mouthful of his cock. tapping his length against her lips, se knew he must’ve looked big against her angelic features. warm tongue ran up the length of his dick before soft lips wrapped around his tip to taste him.

as much as dylan’s constant purring of “daddy” did wonders for mark’s dick, her question thrilled him for other reasons. for a moment, he thought he may have underestimated the teen. he’d always assumed she was a mostly harmless kid, good and sweet, growing into an incredibly hot body and experimenting with how she could use it. but her question...it felt conniving and manipulative, like she had every intention of using him to get her needs met. and suddenly, mark saw her potential. given purpose and the right environment, dylan could actually grow be very, very dangerous. and by his side, they might just get everything they’ve ever wanted. he gave her another soft and sweet kiss for being so heartless. “of course i’m gonna take care of you.” he watched as she got down on her knees in front of him and huffed out a laugh at her question. “you better.” there was no question that dylan was gonna take every single inch of his dick. he’d force it down her throat if he had to. he knew his dick wasn’t the first she’d ever sucked and if the teen wanted to play the slut around the house, mark had every intention of treating her like one. it did look obscene though. dylan was petite with large doe eyes and small features. makeup free from her swim, her freckles only added to her innocent image. and mark wasn’t small by any measure. his dick was hard, leaking precum, and straining against his hairy abs seeking out a warm hole to stuff. his hand slid into her hair as she wrapped her mouth around him, his touch light, seeing what she could do without his guidance. “get it nice and wet, baby, because i’m gonna fuck you with it once your done.”

[followudown]

lvsciovs​:

— ❦ DYLAN REMAINED unphased – though she smiled at his challenge. ‘ you probably could, you’re hot enough. ’ the teen agreed with a nod. it was hard to know what was a normal relationship or marriage was. all she had were business arrangements as to gauge how any would last. still she was a ROMANTIC though she didn’t admit it often. ‘ my mother may have value, but she’s nothing exciting. ’ it might have been harsh to talk about her mother in such a way, she respected the woman, but they were more best friends than anything else. ‘ it’s been two years, mark. aren’t you bored? you two probably fuck and you BARELY feel an ounce of thrill.  you’re lacking passion in your love life. ’ that much the redhead could read. just seeing the two kiss goodbye in the morning was cringe worthy.  perking her eyebrow, she almost let on how much she craved love, but QUICKLY steered a different direction. ‘ is that all you want out of life? a dull marriage and leaving and coming for work? nothing else? don’t you want passion, a want to come home? something that’ll make you come running? ’ sliding her hands down his chest, slender fingers began to unbutton his white shirt PAINFULLY slow. ‘ a man like you don’t deserve pity sex. a man like you doesn’t deserve kisses that don’t mean shit. a man like you deserves a girl that find pleasing you as pleasing to her. ’ leaning in, she peppered kisses along his jawline. maybe she was PROJECTING slightly. all those things she wanted – she wanted someone to want her as much as she wanted them. ‘ don’t you want a girl begging to be yours? so desperate to be under you that she’d betray her own mother? someone that worked months just to get to this point? ’ with her last point she pulled back to she could press a KISS to the corner of his mouth. ‘ high risk, high reward, daddy. ’

mark was listening, but remained unmoved as dylan spoke of passion. he’d had plenty of good sex in his life, but she was right. passion had always evaded him. e  wasn’t sure he actually cared though. what was passion anyway? it sounded almost mythical to him and he wasn’t planning on sacrificing his marriage for a fantasy. he allowed dylan to continue though, he let her unbutton his shirt, curious to see just how far the young teen would go. she started talking about “a man like you” and that finally piqued mark’s interest, making him curious once again. what could dylan possibly see in him? mark considered himself to be rather average. he had his strengths, but plenty of weaknesses to make up for them. of course, mark couldn’t ignore the fact that dylan was young. it was very likely that she hadn’t met enough men to know that he wasn’t anything special. he knew some men were into that, they chased young girls who were too inexperienced to have standards. and while it wasn’t without its appeal, that had never been mark’s thing, so he silently tilted his head and let dylan kiss her way up his neck as he waited for her to come up with something else. it took less than a minute. betrayal. mark hadn’t even considered it before. he finally reached out to touch dylan, gently gripping her chin and tilting her face toward his so their eyes could connect. “you’d really give up your own mother for me?” now, that had value. dylan probably didn’t realize just how much she was offering to give up. her mother was the only person who truly loved her. she was the one who fed her and clothed her and housed her. if they were found out, his wife would never forgive them. mark had resources, he’d be fine. dylan, though, she had absolutely nothing but what her mother gave her. mark had never met someone willing to give up everything they owned just to be with him. it was absolutely crazy that dylan would offer it up like that. and it was even crazier that he was actually considering it. “she’d never forgive you if she were to find out. you know that right?” the hand on dylan’s chin was already sliding along her jaw, moving to cup her cheek, his fingertips just barely brushing her hair. mark couldn’t hide that the thought excited him. it was reckless and wrong, but it made his dick hard and his heart speed up. his wife would forgive dylan for this, if dylan ever ran to her mother and told her mark had seduced her, that he was a bad and evil man who had used her, then eventually she would find it in her heart to forgive. but if he kept dylan, if he made her happy, if he replaced his wife with this younger and hotter model, if he turned dylan into his perfect little wife, then her relationship with her mother would be ruined forever. and mark would have a trophy to show for all his effort. dylan, young and beautiful, was already lusted after by many of the men he worked with. having her in his bed would be a win, but having her devotion, showing everyone that their favorite spank bank material would give up absolutely everything to be with him and was absolutely thrilled to be on his arm...it would say so much about him without him having to say anything at all. finally, he kissed her. it was soft, a brush of lips, delving slightly deeper to truly taste her. but soon he was pulling away and thrusting up against her so she could feel how hard she’d gotten him. “dylan, baby, i think you should blow me.” 

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— the thang @followudown

— ❦ AT FIRST dylan couldn’t believe her eyes. though she only saw him from behind, she could recognize danny anywhere. thought mark and the others instructed her to stay in the car at all costs, she felt her HEART sink at the idea that her husband would walk right passed her. all the signs that were taught to her lost on her – just at the possibility that danny was alive. without using her rational thought, she immediately OPENED the car door and nearly jumped out to yell his name. ‘ DANNY! ’ she called out, sprinting towards him despite her little pregnant belly. it had been over six months since the outbreak – since she had seen the blond and she should have known BETTER. the dragged walk. the slow pace. the fact he was not alert. it was all hint that he was now the undead. but before it dawned on her, he had lunged at her knocking her into the small patch of grass in front of the gas station convenience store the group was RAIDING. ‘ no, danny! it’s me! it’s me dylan. ’ she cried out, putting her hands out in defense to keep his mouth from sinking into her flesh. ‘ please stop! it’s me. it’s me! ’

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as soon as dylan screamed danny’s name, mark knew they were in trouble. he grabbed the baseball bat from the backseat and ran after her. she was fast, but he was faster and arrived on the scene just as the zombie pushed her down on the ground. without hesitating, he swung the bat and it connected with the zombie’s head with a loud smack, breaking his skull, snapping his neck with the force of it, and knocking him completely off of dylan. he was barely moving, clearly dying for a second time, but mark had been at this long enough to know better. he drew the gun he carried for faster, cleaner, more humane deaths. it was probably a waste of a bullet, but he shot the zombie between the eyes for good measure. mark had been acting on pure adrenaline, but as he finally holstered his gun, his brain caught up to his body and he slowly began processing what exactly just happened. he was angry. dylan should have known better, they’ve been doing this for way too long. but more than that, he was hurt. because he knew why dylan had been so stupid as to run away from him. despite everything they’d been through together, despite the fact that she carried his child in her belly, she still wanted danny. she still wanted her real husband. just like mark had said months ago, danny was dead. dylan hadn’t even trusted him enough to believe him when it was so obviously true. if danny had been alive, really alive, if he’d had even a lick of sense in his head, he would have got home to his wife before the evacuation. “i honestly don’t know what to do with you, dyl. i can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.” he couldn’t be with someone who didn’t want him. “not now, not with the way the world is now.” he walked away and considered just getting in the car and driving off, leaving dylan behind with the dead man she clearly loved so much. the others had already left them behind, but it looked like the zombies had dispersed too, due to the gunfire, the attack on one of their own, or the scent of fresh prey mark would never know. but they had time. he popped the trunk and grabbed the shovel from the pile of makeshift weapons they’d gathered along the way. walking back toward dylan, he handed it to dylan. “carry this. we’ll bury him up the road a bit.” it was a pain, because danny was dead weight and the smell of decay was rank, but mark managed to lift the body and carry it back towards the car, but on the other side of the street where there was more grass. as much as part of mark wanted to kick danny’s ribs in, to  hurt the object of all dylan’s affection, he wasn’t able to forget that they were once friends. and he couldn’t ever imagine treating danny like all of the other zombie trash they’d encountered over the last six months. so, he grabbed the shovel from dylan and started digging. 

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— ❦ IT TRULY was a fairytale and dylan couldn’t fault anyone for being so invested in their love story. the town was small and it seems like the whole place celebrated when people fell in love – especially when the couple was as WHOLESOME as they were. he had been the eligible bachelor and she was the town cutie. no one could deny the spark when they were in the same room and it was only furthered by his parents who kept on gossiping about them SWEETLY. parents always knew before their children did they insisted and they were right. eyeing the men in front of her as mark spoke, she was used to teasing them. playfully throwing how effortless their relationship and MARRIAGE was. how happy they were to be around each other. tilting her head to the side as he continued, she couldn’t help but grin and blush at just how right he was. they were in their own world. ‘ hm, seems that might be the reason we just don’t care about their sex lives, or LACK thereof. ’ nodding her head along in agreement, the redhead had to bite back a moan when he teased that spot that made her weak in the knees. ‘ perhaps if they concentrated more on themselves they would have their own sex to be CAUGHT up in. ’ chuckling at the groaning coming from the group, she could only imagine what they were thinking. they were harmless, but very, very horny men. surely they loved the display despite complaining about it. ‘ you see, mark is very well capable of getting me knocked up, but we’re busy people. we’re ENJOYING our sex right now. the baby will come. many babies will come. and by then hopefully you lot will have your own girlfriends or wives to obsess over getting pregnant. hm? ’ hands moved to rest against his forearms, ANY touch from him was warm and welcoming and she could spend all day wrapped in his embrace. ‘ and we when pass on our genes, everyone in this town is done for. our impeccable children will be the smartest, most good-looking, and POLITE bunch. just look at who their father is going to be. ’ turning her head, she placed a kiss against his cheek.

mark felt himself warm at dylan’s words. he was pretty sure he’d never get used to his wife’s adoration of him. he’d never felt so loved in his entire life, but there was something else to it. the way she talked about their future kids...it excited him. he wanted to meet them, he wanted to love them just as much as he loved dylan, because he knew he would. with a soft grunt he pulled away from her. “okay, everyone out, we’re closing up the shop.” he made quick work of shoving his friends out through the front door, to their dismay. firmly shutting the door behind them, he flipped over the “out to lunch” sign he kept on the door, turned off the main lights and turned back toward dylan. it wasn’t quite dark, with lights still on around the counter still on, but it was dark enough to give passerbys the impression they were closed. “i barely got to see you this morning, we’ve been apart all day, and when we’re finally reunited, i come to find you surrounded by your male admirers. now i know how odysseus felt.” he’d closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. lifting her easily, he took a couple of more steps to sit her down on the counter, bringing them closer to the same height. without thinking, his hands crept up the back of her sweater, eager to touch warm skin. “do you really think about our kids like that? like...you imagine what they’ll be like when we eventually have them?” in truth, mark hadn’t given it much thought himself. the eight years between them felt so significant in his mind. he’d initially believed dylan was too young for him to date, too young for marriage. she’d managed to convince him otherwise, or rather, he’d been too tempted to keep his distance. but even now, he still worried she was too young to start a family, to make such a big commitment. she should be enjoying her youth, as freely and unencumbered as she could...with his ring still on her finger of course. mark was so grateful for what they had now, that he didn’t really allow himself to fantasize or even think about their future.

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— @followudown, bc i keep thinking about them uwu

— ❦ ‘ HIS SWIMMERS are not damaged. ’ dylan insisted with a chuckle as mark’s friends once again hassled her while they waiting to come back from an errand. it wasn’t uncommon for them to come in and try to DISTRACT her from running the growing bookshop. they had been married just six months and everyone kept hounding them about when the babies were coming – though she wasn’t opposed to the idea they both were busy house hunting and trying to expand the bookstore into having a small cafe. ‘ and please STOP asking me about creampies because mark is going to kill you for asking and kill me if i say anything about our s*ex life. ’ rolling her eyes, she went right back inventorying the new arrivals. ‘ if you’re so interested in s*ex, PERHAPS i can order you a few books on the subject so you stop asking me prying questions. ’ laughter erupted from the other two men part of the trio that loved to bother her. hearing the tiny bell ring, she looked up, ‘ ah you’re in trouble now. ’ she pointed in their DIRECTION as she she gave mark innocent eyes. ‘ they’re here for you. you should ask them what they were questioning me about. ’

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mark lit up as soon as his eyes landed on dylan. within a few long strides he’d crossed the room, wrapped one arm around her and kissed her hello. it was too short of a kiss for his liking, but he still had a tray of drinks in his hand and moved to the counter to set them down. he eyed his friends and lifted a brow. “do i really want to know?” mark could already guess. he was still getting used to how little privacy he was allowed in their small town. in a sense, it was a positive, it felt like the entire town was rooting for him and dylan and their happily ever after. he was the prodigal son returned home, she was the good girl next door and somehow that had turned them into some fairytale romance the locals liked to talk about. six months of marriage and no baby bump and suddenly everyone was worried their favorite fairytale wouldn’t end how it was supposed to. “you wouldn’t believe what they implied about you last night.” they’d suggested that dylan had gone frigid, that like so many married women she was suddenly too tired to put out. in fact, it had been the exact opposite. they’d both been so incredibly busy that whenever they had a spare moment alone, it seemed like they only had one thing on their mind. while their sex locations had grown more varied, making time for sex had never been a problem of theirs.  “i was so close to writing their mothers strongly worded letters informing them of their failures in parenting. but i had a change of heart. i’ve been thinking babe...” he moved to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her small waist and resting his chin on her head lightly, presenting a united front. “have you noticed how we’ve never, not once, asked them about their sex lives? it’s almost like...we’re too busy having sex to worry about the sex other people are having.” he moved to kiss her temple, his nose nuzzling her hairline and catching a whiff of her shampoo, the scent of their bedroom pillows, of the showers they shared, and every romantic bath they’d ever taken. mark had to be careful not to turn himself on, his over-the-top pda was just meant to rub his beautiful wife and their happy marriage in his prying, nosy, single friends faces. “i bet they’ve gone days, weeks, maybe even months without getting laid.” mark couldn’t stop himself from pressing kisses against dylan’s skin between his words, against the cheeks that got soft and girlish when she smiled, and lower still to that spot on her neck that made her tremble and moan whenever he took her from behind. his mouth had found it on instinct and, without his knowing, one of his hands had crept up her sweater to rest on her flat stomach. it took him a moment to finish his thought. “they’re poor, pitiful souls, babe. we should think of them more charitably. as for you lot...” his eyes drifted back up toward his friends. “i’d like to remind you and everyone else on this idiotic baby bump watch that my wife is still very young and very hot. we have plenty of time to have kids and so many ways to entertain ourselves without them. we’re good.” dylan’s age was the only thing stopping mark from pursuing kids seriously. he’d thought she was too young to date, too young to marry, and now too young to give up what little freedom she had left to motherhood. he knew better than to tell her that though. they’d argued about his feelings on the age thing before, and dylan was hella cute when she was calling him stupid, but their arguments always reminded mark of the know-it-all kid dylan used to be. at eighteen, when mark left their hometown for the first time, he’d felt like a man. and dylan had still been a little girl, her nose stuck in a book and preening under his father’s attention. their age difference still felt too significant for mark not think about and worry about. 

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— ❦ BRIDGET CAREFULLY listened like she always did as he spoke – nodding her head in understanding. it still amazed her how intelligent mark was. as a simple girl, she never thought much of things. often times it was OTHERS that led her in the right direction. it must have been a blessing from god that she was going to have mark as a husband for the rest of her life because she knew she was safe. ‘ you’re right. ’ she agreed, eyes looking down at the names book before he discarded the book aimlessly. eyes looking into his with a SMILE. ‘ you know, one of the reasons i love you so much is because you’re always taking care of me. ’ sometimes, in the past, he had ignored her or ghosted her while away, but that had changed drastically since they finally ACCEPTED they were to be married. he defended her. he loved her. he made sure no one even dared talk down to her. ‘ you’re always making sure i don’t make mistakes – even when it comes to naming our baby boy. ’ hands moved to cup at his FACE. love oozing from her as she leaned down pressing a kiss to his lips. she had loved mark for years – ever since they first made love, but she still fell harder each day and every time she was reminded of how LOYAL had had become. ‘ dunno, the exact number. but i’m an only kid and i’ve been envious that you’ve got your sister and she’s got you. ’ his sister was one of her best and closest friends ever since they were TODDLERS, she loved the thought of having a large family. ‘ maybe three? or four if we want an even number. i just know i want our babies to have siblings to protect them and love them unconditionally. ’ as an instinct the moment she felt just how hard he was underneath her, her ass slowly rocked back against his cock. it still turned her on to know he was LUSTING after her though they had made love countless times. lifting the bottom of her shirt, she let her bump be on full display. her usually flat stomach getting rounded each day as their baby grew. small hands caressed over her skin with a PROUD smile. ‘ what’s a good number for you? ’

mark had never understood what bridget saw in him or why she’d stayed with him so long. even now, her explanation embarrassed him a bit because he knew he hadn’t done a great job of taking care of her in the past. “you never make mistakes, bridget. you just make different choices than i would. you’re kind and sweet and have a big heart and every decision you make shows everyone just who you are. i think...it’s one of the reasons we work so well together, you know? we’re very different people, and when we come together, it’s...magic. as long as we make decisions together, everything’s gonna be amazing.” mark didn’t want to be one of those husbands who browbeat in his wife into doing everything he said, and sometimes he worried bridget would allow it. but as much as he thought bridget wasted too much time and energy on being nice and found her outlook on the world to be incredibly naive, mark valued her opinion too much not to listen. he wasn’t lying, they usually made better, more balanced decisions when they were on the same page. mark grinned as bridget lifted her shirt, exposing more skin, and his hand immediately went to rest over her bump, still small enough that his hand covered it almost completely. “i know i just said we make better decisions together, but i think when it comes to how many babies we have, you should decide. i’d be happy to see you looking like this for the rest of our lives.” more than a couple of people had made the suggestion that mark would lose interest as bridget’s body changed with the pregnancy, but instead mark had grown nearly insatiable. “i’m not sure if you’ve ever looked sexier.” mark slid the hand on her belly down, beneath the waistband of her shorts, fingers seeking out her clit as he pressed kisses against her neck. “you’re finally starting to look like a happily taken woman.” the oversized rock on bridget’s finger and the growing baby in her belly had a lot to do with that but it was also the smile she wore more often than not. it made mark all the more determined to keep her happy and smiling. 

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— @followudown​, if you remember you remember.

— ❦ ‘ THIS IS three times as big as my old apartment. ’ really dylan wasn’t complaining, she just wasn’t used to such luxury. it took little time after settling the case against his wife that they realized her tiny place wouldn’t do JUSTICE for a couple like them. sometimes people came over for campaign or political meetings. sometimes he’d have to have a room just for an office. all she had was a one bedroom and fold out couch. not only that, but she knew that she had to QUIT her job in order support his career aspirations if they were ever to come out as a couple – their story already crafted by his team to look as wholesome as possible. they had decided it was best to come out with the TRUTH before any opponents would dig up the dirt on dylan. ‘ this is the life of a politicians girl, huh? ’ she teased, her stuff was barely a few boxes tucked in the corner. she wanted to decorate the place with him to make it their own. ‘ i KNOW someone has to go start campaign plans and all that, but — ’ she crossed the room to wrap his arms around her waist. ‘ i was thinking maybe my handsome man could spare an hour for his gal. he should know by now seeing him in a suit makes his girl very h.orny. ’

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mark stood in their new and mostly empty apartment, trying to remember if he’d ever felt this happy and excited during the early days of his marriage. as he looked at dylan, he knew for certain he’d never loved anyone this much or, more importantly, been loved this much. he smiled at her joke and gave a little correction. "this is the life of my girl.” mark happily wrapped his arms around her, his smile impossible to hide, and leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. “you’ve got it wrong, babe. i don’t spare time for you. i spare time for my work. and tonight, it’s out of luck. i can’t take another moment away from you.” his hands drifted down to her ass and he lifted her, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him. mark was a little obsessed with just how petite dylan was, from how easily he could carry her to how comfortably she fit in his lap, to how perfectly she felt beneath him and around him. he carried her into their mostly empty bedroom and set her on the bed. they hadn’t brought much. dylan had a few boxes. mark had his desk, his books, and a few file cabinets. and he’d insisted on bringing dylan’s bed for its sentimental value. it was the first bed they made love in. he hovered over her now, trying not to crush her into the mattress. “tell me why is it that every time i get you into a room with a bed, all i want to do is lock the door and throw away the key?” mark had a good guess. within a few days of staying at dylan’s place it’d felt so much like home and he’d quickly realized that it wasn’t that her place was so much warmer and cozier than his had been, but it was because dylan was there. she made everything better.  and now, he was feeling more protective of her than ever. “i wish i didn’t have to share you with the world. it’s such a mean place.” mark had told dylan she didn’t need to quit her job for him. he didn’t like all of the risks associated with her work, but he was adamant about not wanting to change her. but she quit for him, for his career. and now his team was providing all of this guidance to them about their story, about their wardrobes and behavior, and the words they were to use when speaking publicly. mark wasn’t worried at all about their performance or his own reputation, but he was incredibly worried about some mean reporter or colleague hurting her feelings. it was the only doubt that had stopped mark from pulling the ring box out of his pocket weeks ago. “are you sure you really want to deal with all of this? just for me?” 

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— ❦ BRIDGET SCRUNCHED her nose and frowned at his reaction. mark was all against keeping the peace when it came to his family. she felt as though she was in the middle of a battle ground most of the time – yet she just wanted to be a good WIFE. her duties were slim and she was told not to mess things up for him more than she already had by getting knocked up. she did her best and she was slowly, but surely adapting to have so many rules. ‘ but, how? ’ she paused for a moment PONDERING his question. a name certainly didn’t mean a future was planned out and she wasn’t sure how he had come up with all the jobs that he had listed off, but again, he knew far better than her. ‘ but those names all sound OLD. like old, old man names. ’ she protested, thinking nothing of his wandering his hands – they always found a way skim over her skin whenever they could. ‘ calvin, reminds me of the dj that taylor swift dated. i don’t like him or that name. ’ scoffing at the MEMORY, she shrugged her shoulders. naming babies were so hard, it was much easier naming the goldfish that her parents bought her. ‘ i’m not sure what to name him now. they’re so much pressure. ’ she sighed, rubbing her forehead – thinking too hard always gave her HEADACHES. mark was the one supposed to do all the thinking. ‘ is it gonna be this hard each time we have a baby? because if that’s the case, we should make a list of acceptable names so we don’t have this problem the next time we have a baby. ’

“they may sound like old man names, but don’t you want our little boy to grow up to be an old man someday? he’s only going to be a kid for eighteen years, baby, and he’s gonna be an old man for a helluva lot longer. caleb is a cute baby name, but it’s not a great name for a man who’s trying to make himself known in a serious profession. i’m not even sure calebs get laid. the name is so incredibly cute and wholesome, there’s no way it performs well with women.”  mark slipped the book out of bridget’s hands and looked up the listing for caleb. “look at this babe. caleb name meanings...‘faithful. whole-hearted. loyalty.’” the suppressed gag could be heard in mark’s voice as he read each word. “that doesn’t sound like a man who does well in the boardroom or the bedroom.” he flipped the pages, knowing what he would find. “now, let’s look at my name. mark. name meanings...‘consecrated to the god Mars, the god of war, to be war-like.’” mark grinned at the self-description. “sounds like a winner to me.” he flipped the pages again, less sure but still hopeful of what would be found. “now, bridget. name meanings...‘power, strength, vigor, virtue, exalted one.’” mark’s mouth went dry as he read the word virtue. it was one of the many things that turned him on about bridget. she was so good, so kind, so sweet and caring...yet every night she spread her legs for him knowing he was none of those things. “it all sounds spot on to me, babe. you’re powerful enough to bring me, a god of war, to his knees. you’re clearly strong if you’ve survived dating me for so long. you fuck me with vigor every time. and you’re so virtuous, in the sexiest way possible, that i honestly feel like i’m fucking an angel every single night. and, oh exalted one, you are the goddess i put above all others, you are forever the only one i'll ever worship. our son deserves a name at least as powerful as ours. there’s no pressure, i promise.” mark tossed the book aside as if to prove his point. “this is just you and me trying to figure out something we both like. we’ve been doing that for years.” mark was done talking about it for the night, he’d already turned himself on thinking about bridget's virtue, about their first time when she’d been virtuous in all ways, and so many times afterwards when bridget would scold him for his bad behavior yet still spread her legs for him later that night. the whole ‘girl with a heart of gold and a pussy desperate to be fucked’ thing bridget had going on did wonders for his libido. but if his own thoughts had gotten him half-hard, bridget’s words got him all the way there. ‘each time we have a baby...’ the pregnancy and engagement had happened so fast and mark had been in denial about its possibility for so long that they’d never gotten around to talking abut how many kids they wanted. mark actually didn’t know how many he wanted. because when he thought of “each time we have a baby...” he wasn’t thinking about little feet running up and down the halls. no, he was just thinking about making those babies, about seeing his wife’s belly swell with his child. that mark could do a thousand times. one of mark’s hands had drifted up the back of bridget’s shirt, smoothing over soft skin as they spoke. “i can’t believe i’ve never asked, but how many kids do you actually want, babe?”