when ur reading fanfic and one character was cooking and the other comes up to them and they start making out and everyones like starting to take their shirts off and the author STILL hasnt mentioned anyone turning off the stove
“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” you apologized as you two stood mere feet apart. Felix shrugged casually.
“Little sisters are gonna little sister,” he commented with a grin. You snorted a laugh and nodded in agreement. He appeared to be so amused by your reaction; his eyes crinkled in the corners as they stayed on you.
The pair of you stood awkwardly in the foyer, not saying anything to each other. You felt your body cringing from the awkwardness of the situation. Although Felix didn’t seem to get the memo since he stood confidently, smiling down at you.
You felt blush rush to your cheeks under his adoring gaze. One hand was rubbing the nape of your neck while the other had a nervous hold of the opposite arm. You couldn’t meet his gaze but you knew his eyes were so luscious in the morning light that flooded in through the windows.
“Anyways–” you were cut off when a hand found the side of your face and a pair of lips were firmly pressed against yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. You involuntarily closed your eyes with both hands raised in surprise. You were suddenly lost in that sea of greedy want. You wanted his lips on every inch of your skin. You wanted to be covered in his adoration.
He pulled away ever so slightly, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Felix said confidently. Breathlessly, you nodded in agreement. Felix pulled away from you, leaving the house. You stayed completely still, still mesmerized by what just happened. You weren’t expecting that. You expected he’d run for the hills, that this was just friends with benefits; maybe it is and he’s just comfortable around crazy. Either way, you were delighted that he was coming back tonight.
You paused in the foyer when you heard Felix’s car leave the driveway. You basked in the afterglow of last night and then that kiss. It left you speechless, literally. You couldn’t form coherent sentences, or even thoughts. When Felix touched you, the way he touched you, in your mind it was like galaxies exploding into existence. Your mind was filled with nothingness that is space but in your mind’s eye you saw the vibrant colors of galaxies and planets with diamonds creating stories sprinkled throughout. Your mind was filled with a symphony of the most transcending music you’ve ever heard. For the first time in your life, you felt truly alive. It both terrified you and thrilled you.
Felix touched parts of you that have never been touched before. His abundantly masculine aura made you feel safe enough to be vulnerable; but also vulnerable in a hunter/prey way. You felt threatened by his demeanor, the look in his eye made you feel so small and weak. But at the same time, he made you feel so safe, like you could drop the mast for just a moment to breathe. Felix let you explore those dark crevasses of your humanity and the philosophical dichotomies that come with it.
Felix’s physical touch was so gentle in the beginning; you were almost certain he wasn’t touching you at some points. You had to practically beg him to touch you. It was as though he was afraid of hurting you by mistake. Although, once he gained some confidence, he was a machine that hit every wonderful spot.
You were snapped back to reality at the sound of the kettle whistling from the kitchen. You blinked a few times, gathering yourself. You sighed softly before going back to the kitchen where your mum would undoubtedly be making herself and you some tea or coffee.
You sighed then carried on with your day, joining your mum in the kitchen. Sure enough, your mum was tidying up with a small white steaming mug of coffee in her hand. She piled last night’s dishes into the sink, turning on the hot water.
“Honestly, Evelyn, I don’t know what you’d do without me,” your mum tutted. You gave her a shy smile and shrugged.
“Crash and burn?” you offered lightheartedly. Your mum gave you a stern expression, signifying that now isn’t the time for lighthearted banter, no matter how well intentioned it is.
Your mum took a sip of her coffee before setting it down on the counter, turning her full attention to the sink full of dishes. Your mum has a habit of burying herself in work when she’s stressed; she’ll go on a cleaning marathon or become captain of the odd jobs team. You knew this helped her when she was stressed, but this wasn’t the typical stressful situation. She wasn’t doing this as a way to cope, she was servicing herself as a form of self-destruction. You’ve seen too many of your overachieving friends do this; they service themselves to the point of exhaustion as a way to gain social approval while also punishing themselves.
You couldn’t just stand by and watch your mum self-destruct like this.
“Mum stop,” you said. Your mum dramatically dropped the cutlery into the sink with a loud enough clatter to wake the dead. She turned to you with the famous mum glare of disapproval.
“Who’s Felix?” she snapped at you. Your brows knitted together as your arms crossed over your chest.
“Felix is the delivery boy,” you replied honestly.
“The delivery boy?” Your mum’s eyebrow cocked as she looked you up and down.
“Yeah, the delivery boy,” you repeated.
“And what was he doing here at half five in the morning?” You froze and your brain went blank.
“He came over last night to help me move some furniture upstairs. Both of us have insomnia and figured we could work through the night,” you explained a half truth. Your mum’s eyebrow lowered, telling you that she bought your story for now. This calmed your nerves a bit. Your mum isn’t ready to face the fact that you’re an adult with needs now. Clearly being too far away is too much for her, she doesn’t need to know what you and Felix were really up to last night.
“Were you two safe, at least?” Your blood ran ice cold as you stared wide eyed at your mum.
“Pardon?” you nervously uttered. Your mum sighed heavily and looked at you as though she’s already repeated herself numerous times.
“Were you guys safe?” she repeated. “–Moving the furniture; were you two safe moving all that heavy furniture?” she clarified once she saw your bewildered expression. You weren’t sure if your mum knew you and Felix slept together. Your mum was a very intuitive person; she knew things were amiss even before she got the confirmation. Her intuitiveness made it very difficult to be sneaky as a teen.
“Yeah, we were safe,” you replied once you realized you were just standing there staring at her. It was a flat out lie though; nothing about what you and Felix did was considered safe.
Your mum looked you over, examining you like a science project. You knew she was looking for any hints that you were lying. But you’ve gotten extremely good at falsifying your body language to say a completely different thing.
“Still Evelyn, I taught you better than this. Don’t leave dirty dishes to pile up in the sink, it’ll attract bugs,” mum commented as she picked up her coffee once again. You let out a sigh of relief, knowing you were safe from your mother’s judgmental eyes.
“Sorry mum,” you said in return.
“I know you’re a big girl who can do these things, Ev,” she hounded.
“I was gonna do the dishes; it’s not like I was gonna leave them there. I’m a procrastinator not a slob,” you defended coldly. You took a sip of your hot coffee and waked for your mum’s response.
“Here,” she uttered as she reached toward the counter behind you. A mug of steaming coffee appeared in her hand beside you. You took it from her and sighed contently. Your poor mum was so strung out on sleep deprivation and pure stress, you couldn’t help but feel bad.
You snorted when you watched your mum take a sip of her almost black coffee. The last thing your mum needed was an extra strong cuppa coffee. It’s like back in your school days; when you’d stay up all night studying then fuel your day with energy drinks to stay awake. Your mm used to scold you for doing that but it never really stopped you. Especially when you started working. You’d run on three hours of sleep, energy drinks, and a cuppa noodles. Unless it was payday then you’d go to SubWay to get nachos. Thankfully, your mum doesn’t know about your dietary habits.
You and your mum migrated to the kitchen table, still talking about how things have been going at the mansion. She was very curious about what you’ve been up to the last week. You told her that you didn’t start actually beginning the renovations until yesterday. You’ve been busy doing inventory and making contact with your dead uncle. But you left the last part out. You mum doesn’t need anymore reasons to hate you being here. And knowing that you’re communicating with the dead will definitely send her over the edge.
Although when the topic of Bex came up, your mum couldn’t sit still. She still hasn’t heard anything from Adam, who left for Amsterdam at around midnight last night. His flight was at three thirty.
You watched as your mum of up from the table and began pacing and ranting. She was so mind boggled; she couldn’t comprehend her girls going this far off the rails.
“You girls are the best thing to have happened to me. Your father and I did our best to raise you into an intelligent, well-mannered, responsible young lady. And then Adam and I did everything we could to make sure you and Rebecca stayed on a good path. And up until now you did, what happened? How did we get here?” Your mum rhetorically asked as she paced the kitchen with a cup of coffee nestled between her palms. You had the urge to make a smartass comment about how she coddled you and Bex, instead you took a sip of your coffee.
“It’s that Sophie Bex hangs out with who put this in her head,” your mum hypothesized, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a sour expression. You sighed, looking down into your coffee. You felt guilty for lying to your mum. You told her you hadn’t spoken to Bex since Tuesday, you spoke to her yesterday morning. She told you she wanted to go to Amsterdam, and even though you basically told her it was a stupid idea, you knew she was going to at least try to go. You knew she was going to be careless; you should’ve given your mum and Adam a heads-up about the situation. Your mum and Adam would’ve put an end to Bex’s communication with this older boy she went to meet.
You sighed mentally, closing your eyes tiredly.
“She went to meet a boy,” you finally said once the guilt became too much.
“What do you mean she went to meet a boy?!” Your mum exclaimed. You shrank into yourself under her harsh gaze. Your mum set her mug down as she stormed over to you.
“I talked to her yesterday morning,” you told her sheepishly.
“What did she say?” Your mum asked, she hovered around you. Her bright green eyes were wide with astonishment, fear and betrayal. You swallowed dryly as anxiety rattled your bones. The only time you’ve seen your mum get this look was when you and she were in the hospital waiting room after your dad was rushed in the day he died. There was no doubt she loved you and Bex, no one could tell anyone otherwise. Sometimes her parenting is questionable, but she always means well. So, seeing her like this put a pit in your stomach.
“She said she wanted to go to Amsterdam, that you guys said no. She told me she wanted to go to meet up with a guy at a festival,” you summarized yesterday’s conversation.
“But you just told me you last spoke to her on Tuesday,” your mum brought up, crossing her arms over her chest. She gave you the infamous mom death glare. The one where you feel so incredibly small under her stare.
“I forgot about it until now,” you said, which was only half a lie. You remembered you talked to her while making coffee for you two.
“Evelyn Elizabeth McKnight.” Your mum used your full name when she believed she caught you in a lie. And she did. You lied to her and got caught; now you must face the music.
You sighed heavily and bowed your head down.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to lie to you,” you apologized honestly. Your blood ran cold when your mum began laughing. She started giggling hysterically before it turned into a wheezing laugh. She waved her hands at you, trying to push out words and phrases but it only came out as breathless wheezes.
You stared at her in horror. You’ve witnessed your mum “go off the rails” before, but never this far. You were convinced she had completely lost the plot.
“Mum,” you drew out in a gentle voice. You stood up from the chair, standing inches from your mum. Carefully, you reached out when your mum’s laughter turned to sobs. She fell into your arms, wrapping hers around your shoulders. You didn’t say anything, you merely held her and let her cry. You knew she didn’t need advice now; she was overwhelmed and exhausted. And she needed to get those emotions out somehow.
You only did what your mum and dad did with you when your emotions got too overwhelming; they let you cry and scream, but they were always there to comfort you. They understood that crying and screaming was your only coping mechanism growing up – when you got overwhelmed you were allowed to go to your room and blast music while you cried and screamed until you felt better. You were incredibly lucky to have parents who created a safe enough environment for you to be able to express your true emotions.
“Let's get you to bed – you need to sleep for a while,” you lulled as you carefully guided your mum from the kitchen with no resistance. Your mum's uncontrollable sobs were now sharp hiccups. You took your mum to your dad’s old bedroom – she always felt safe in here. Your mum swore there were eyes on her while in any and every room of the house, except your dad’s room.
You lovingly soothed her as you took her upstairs. Your mum has been up for God knows how long – completely worrying about her family to the point of a meltdown. She’s always worried about you and Bex; wondering if she did a good enough job with you two. Now she has to deal with Bex’s self-destructive rampage, as well as you being two and a half hours away from home delving into ancient history that should stay in the past. That’d be a lot for any mother to take.
Although, you’ve never seen her breakdown like this before. It was scary and deeply concerning to you. Your mum has always been an emotional person, but she’s never broken down like this in front of you before – not even when your dad died.
‘This must’ve been decades worth of worry coming out,’ you thought as you led her down the hallway. You were thankful you didn’t start your renovations with your dad’s room. You wanted to do something extra special for your dad’s room. He had big plans for the mansion – now you have bigger plans for it.
Gently you helped lay her down on the bed. She showed no signs of protest. You carefully slipped her shoes off as she got comfortable on the bed. Her sobs had died down into sniffles and small cries. It broke your heart to see your mum like this.
You sighed softly, brushing her bright blonde hair away from her face. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead; just like she’d do for you when you were a child. You wanted to reflect the loving gesture back to her as a way to tell her she did a good job, and that you’re there for her.
Your mum’s eyes began to flutter closed as tears stopped streaming down her face. You stroked her hair gingerly, remaining completely quiet as your mum drifted to sleep.
Once you were positive your mum was asleep, you sneakily made an exit out of the room. You closed the door behind you as gently as possible. The entire house was silent, excluding the grandfather clock in the foyer ticking away.
You sighed to yourself as you placed your palm against your forehead. It’s been a long night and morning. It was quarter after six in the morning and so much has already happened. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep for a while, but you knew you had to sit by the phone and wait for Adam to make contact.
You let out another exasperated sigh then began to head for the stairs. But your ears perked up when you heard something out of the ordinary. It was a sound that didn’t belong. It sounded like wood dragging on wood. You paused for a moment to listen. Your heart was beating loudly in you ears as you stifled your breathing so you could listen for that sound again.
All the blood in your veins ran icy cold when the sound of footsteps could be heard coming from the master bedroom. It sounded like someone walking around. But the only people at the mansion were you and your mum. There should be no reason for there to be footsteps.
“Felix?!” You called out in hopes it was Felix who came back for something. Silence.
Without second thought, you swiftly charged down the hallway and into the master bedroom, hoping to catch whatever was making that noise. But when you turned the corner, you were met with an empty room. No one was there. There was no evidence of anyone being in there.
Your brows drew together quizzically. You knew you heard someone walking around. Where the Hell are they? Where did they go?
You marched over to the windows, pulling at them but they were locked just like you thought. Plus, the second floor is a solid six meters from the ground. Nobody was going to jump out the window and risk breaking their legs.
Confusedly, you glanced around the room. You found your hands had balled up into fists, ready to swing at anyone who might be intruding. Adrenaline pumped through your veins but there was no threat to be found. And that bothered you deeply. You knew what you heard. You’re not going crazy.
All the hair rose up on the back of your neck as a shiver screamed up your spine. You felt eyes on you, but you were alone in the room… –or so you thought.
“Brahms” His name came out as a shaky sigh. “–Are you here?”
I’m finally out of the hospital but now I’ve got a butt ton of school work to catch up on but I’ll try to have something out by Friday. No promises though. I still feel like flaming garbage
Just an update: currently in the hospital with pneumonia that started out as a cold. My partner is gonna bring me my writing stuff tomorrow but I have zero energy so I don’t know if I’ll be able to get anything out until this is over
TW/CW: Incest, oral (male receiving, p in v, praise!kink, squirting, breeding!kink
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Brahms’ nose twitched as he drifted into consciousness. Slowly, his senses came to back to him. He could feel the hot morning sun shining on him as his body relaxed into the firm mattress. The songbirds sang outside the window and the smell of morning dew hung lightly on the warm air.
Besides the sounds of outside, the manor was silent. Not even the sound of the grandfather clock ticking in the foyer could be heard.
Brahms’ dark brows knitted together when he felt the bed dip down on either side of him. This was an unusual feeling. All of this was. Brahms never woke up in the sunshine like this. His cold hidden room had no windows. And his bed was lumpy and uncomfortable while the bed he was currently laying on was firm but soft.
Brahms’ eyes snapped open when he felt the button of his trousers pop open. He looked down wide eyed to see what he’d describe as Heaven. The air hitched in the back of his throat.
There you were, straddling his thighs. One hand effortlessly but mindfully undid his trousers while the other was brought up to your blushing face. You bit your index finger shyly as a small smile turned the corners of your lips upward. Your chocolate brown hair was tousled even as it curtained your face. Your icy blue eyes were trained on him, observing his reactions as you torturously slowly dragged the zipper of his trousers down. Your porcelain skin looked sun kissed against the white fabric of your nightgown.
“Evie?” Brahms breathed.
“Shhh, let me take care of you,” you hushed in a soft, feminine voice. Brahms could do nothing but lay there and watch as you single-handedly fished into his trousers carefully. Brahms’ lungs emptied when he felt your warm hand wrap around his aching cock. You pulled it out of his trousers.
Brahms damn near groaned at the sight of you looking at his cock for the first time. Your eyes widened as a flush darkened your cheeks, your smile had faded into your mouth hanging open slightly in awe. Without even thinking about it, you spat into the palms of your hands before rubbing them together.
Brahms watched as you cautiously led your other hand to his exposed erection – one hand at the base, the other at the head. He hissed when you placed your palm against his tip.
Slowly, you began to work your hand up and down his shaft while the other worked his sensitive head. Brahms’ head fell back as a strained groan filled the quiet house. The way you worked his tip felt like electricity swirling around his sensitive head. He couldn’t help but buck his hips greedily.
Brahms’ entire body shuttered and twitched when your grip on his shaft tightened. The sound of wetness filled the room, egging on Brahms to moan loudly and buck his hips into you hands like a needy bitch in heat.
Brahms gasped when your hand left his tip, exposing his skin to the cool air of the room. You kept a hand on his shaft. Brahms looked down at you – you were scooting back slightly. Brahms’ eyebrows fell together in confusion. When you looked up at him, you saw this confusion.
“Be a good boy and trust me; I’m going to make you feel so good,” you lulled at him. Brahms swallowed hard and nodded his head when he decided he trusted you. Anything you did made him feel good, so he trusted that you were going to take good care of him.
Brahms laid back down, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for you to do something.
That’s when Brahms eyes involuntarily rolled as you capture his overly sensitive tip in your mouth, tongue rolling over the hot skin. A loud shaky moan erupted from him when you began to take more in your mouth – sucking and working your tongue against his aching cock.
His hands found themselves in you thick hair; fingers gripping the roots firmly as he began guiding your head up and down his dick. He didn’t know why he was doing this; he just knew it felt phenomenal and he never wanted it to end. But the end was in sight. His hips sloppily thrusted into your face as his cock forced itself down your throat. You gagged and slobbered all over his cock as he face fucked you.
Brahms’ eyes were tightly shut, and he had a tight grip on your hair. Strained, high pitched gasps and moans replaced the deep guttural moans.
“Fuck, good girl. Fuck, my good girl. Shit, Evie.” Was all Brahms chanted over and over through gritted teeth. He could feel it inside him, the neediness to cum made him a mad man. The line between sanity and insanity was a mere thread holding it all together; threatening to snap and have him tumbling into euphoria blindly.
Brahms was at the edge, tight rope walking on the brink of ecstasy and insanity. He was so close to finishing. He was right there.
But to his dismay, you pulled your mouth off him. Brahms looked down at you with furrowed brows. A shutter crawled up his spine when he saw you. You were red faced and teary eyed with slobber on your chin and a strand of saliva hung from your bottom lip. You stared misty eyed at him for a moment before crawling up his body. Brahms couldn’t move, despite being much larger and stronger than you, he didn’t want to fight you. Or even hurt you. Brahms trusted you.
Brahms watched wide eyed as you straddled his hips; one hand laid on his stomach to brace yourself while the other hand found his leaking cock and guided it to your pussy. You run his tip through your lips, gathering the very evident wetness between your legs. Brahms shivered visibly as a surge of electricity pulsed through his body. You giggled at his reaction and did it again, lapping the sensitive head of his cock around your sopping pussy. This pulled a loud and shaky moan from him; it sounded like music to your ears.
Without warning you lined his tip with your entrance and then sank down on his long and thick cock. You winced as he stretched your hole deliciously, but you continued down his shaft until you were fully sitting on him. Brahms’ mind completely glitched out when he felt how perfectly warm and wet, and tight you were. And how naturally you stretched around him drove him crazy.
You began riding him once the pain subsided. Brahms’ eyes rolled as a slutty moan passed his lips uncontrollably. His hands found themselves on your hips, guiding you up and down. His breathing came out in short, shallow pants. He was desperately trying to hold onto any ounce of sanity he had left. But it was a losing battle.
You leaned forward, draping your body over his as you continued to ride him. Brahms was frustrated with your pace, you were going too slow. He loved feeling every inch of you, but he was too close to euphoria to dilly dally now.
Brahms wrapped his arms around your middle, pulling you flush against him. A yelp escaped you as surprise brightened your features. But once you realized what was happening, a wicked grin formed on your face. Your fingers grazed over his lips lightly.
“Be a good boy and give it to me,” you encouraged. That’s all it took for Brahms to begin to pound into you at a bone breaking pace. You couldn’t help but moan and mewl into his collarbone as he grunted with each thrust.
Hearing the sounds you were making were enough for him to cum, but knowing he’s the one making you make those noises was mind blowing. His mind was hazy with lust; he was laser focused on the wonderful feelings radiating from his cock.
Brahms lost his senses when he felt your walls contract around him, fluttering and pulsating as you gushed all over his cock with a noise that was a mix of pleasure and surprise. Even as you wiggled against his strong gasp and flew to new heights, Brahms continued to pound into you, chasing his own release.
Brahms’ mind was overrun by the sensations and sounds of you moaning pathetically mixed with the wet sounds come from your pink pussy. He’s never felt something more delicious than this; he wanted to keep going for hours, being a good fuck toy for you to use. But he also wanted to cum so desperately. The chase was almost painful, but he knew the reward was worth the pain.
“Be a good boy and put a baby in me,” you ordered against his collar. “–I want you to make me yours,” you added breathlessly.
Brahms was pushed to his limit; he was completely overrun by the primal instinct to do exactly what you wished. He couldn’t stop his hips even if he tried. He was so needy, he needed to have his release. And he needed to release inside you because the thought of marking you as his was everything he could dream of. He just wanted you to be his in every way.
His back arched as his hips stuttered; finally spilling his seed into you. Pure ecstasy had his eyes rolling and a high pitched whine passed gritted teeth. Brahms’ entire body shook and twitched beneath you. His heart threatened to break through his chest as he rode out his orgasm. He’s never felt these things before. Sure, he’s orgasmed on his own before but never with someone. Then again, he’s never done this with anyone before. But this, it felt marvelous. Like he was at the top of Everest. He’s conquered the world and it’s never felt better.
Slowly, Brahms came down from his high. His brows narrowed when he no longer felt you trapped against him; arms wrapped around himself. His eyes opened from their clamped shut position. He wasn’t in the bedroom anymore, he was back behind the walls.
Brahms’ body ached and popped as he sat up. To his dismay, his encounter with you was nothing but a dream. A wonderful dream. The only evidence to his dream was the new wet spots all over his lower body from cumming so hard in his sleep.
Brahms sighed heavily, taking a moment to recover. His body felt tingly and his mind seemed clearer. He’s never had a dream like that before; then again there were no real women in the house to have dreams about. But he didn’t just have a wet dream – he had a wet dream about his Evie. And if that’s how his mind thinks you feel, then you must feel like Heaven in real life.
Brahms climbed to his feet then took a peek out the peephole to see the empty bedroom. He let out another sigh as he made his way to the opening in the wardrobe that was hidden behind the wooden slats.
Quietly, he slid the slat to the side, climbing into the wardrobe through the child sized hole in the wall. Brahms emerged from the portable closet, looking around to see if the coast was clear. He could hear you talking to someone somewhere in the house; your voice was very distinct so it was easy to point out. His ears perked up when he heard another female voice, it was familiar to him. He could place the face but not the name or how he knows them.
Brahms paid no mind to the mystery person; he was entranced by the wet spots on the bed. It wouldn’t have been worth it to put a towel down; you gushed like a geyser last night. Brahms missed most of it due to him fainting. But he can never forget how you gushed for him.
Swiftly, Brahms climbed onto the bed, burying his face in the bed to get a hint of your scent. He got lost in the sea of you, and all the things he’ll do with you.
Author’s Note: Sorry this wasn’t uploaded on Monday, I got swamped with school work and didn’t have time to edit it. See you guts next week for Brahms’ story.
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“Alright, this is tonight’s homework. I expect it to be done by next class. Take one and pass it down,” Mr. Handley, your calculus teacher, explained from the front of the class as he handed each person at the front a small stack of papers.
Despite being able to hear your surroundings, you were far away in your mind. It was the only way you could escape the mounting pressure of missing a few weeks of school and then switching schools mid first semester. Although, it wasn’t much of an escape. You could still feel the pressure building with each class, but you were numb to it at the moment. Almost like you switched off your emotions. You did switch off your emotions. You’ve been able to do it for a while now, no one’s even noticed. No one really notices you; you were a background character in your own life.
You couldn’t get what your mom said about your dad earlier – you knew it was true but it still hurt. Although, your mom has some part to play in why your dad isn’t really a part of your life. But that’s beside the point; if he wanted to be here, he’d be here. But he’s not and that was like a dagger to the heart.
Your dad hasn’t returned any of your calls since…. You couldn’t blame him either – you were embarrassed by what happened but your dad, he must’ve been crushed and humiliated. He could never look you in the eye after that. Again, you didn’t blame him for his reaction and the distance that came directly afterward. Even though it hurt like Hell.
You’ve lost count how many times you left him a voicemail in the last few weeks; especially since you moved here. You wanted to be able to say you tried to have a relationship with him after…..
The distance was killing you – you were such a daddy’s girl. Before all this, you and your dad had an amazing relationship. Even though your mom and dad were divorced and shared custody of you, you had a really great relationship with your dad. You two constantly communicated; talking on the phone, or writing letters to each other, or even hanging out together. So for him to give you the cold shoulder like this was like an icy stab to the heart.
“Riley,” Mr. Handley called, catching your attention immediately. His beady brown eyes found you before he gestured for you to come see him. You silently sighed then got up from your desk near the back of the class. The late morning sun poured into the classroom as your peers quietly spoke to each other while busy doing class work.
You stopped in front of Mr. Handley’s desk with a neutral expression and body language; you were slumped forward slightly with your arms by your sides carelessly. This was your way of getting under peoples’ skin – they never know how to react to your completely neutral demeanour.
“Yes?” You flatly greeted. Mr. Handley looked you over once, trying to find a hint of personality. He fidgeted with his pen as he tried to find the words he wanted to say. This didn’t faze you though.
“How are you finding today’s work? Is it too difficult, or too easy? Do you already know all this and think I’m the lamest person ever to make you do this all over again?” Mr. Handley quirkily asked in hopes of fishing a hint of emotion out of you – he got none. You remained completely neutral. You decided that if you stay neutral then you couldn’t get hurt again. You didn’t want to get hurt again. After everything that’s happened you couldn’t afford to get hurt again.
“I’m actually a little further along than this but I don’t mind getting more practice in,” you stated monotonously. A faint smile formed in your mind but you maintained your poker face. Mr. Handley stammered, stumbling over his words or lack there of.
“Okay, if you want to redo the unit then by all means go for it, but I don’t mind giving you the unit you’re actually on,” he offered kindly, a friendly smile crossed his elderly face. Mr. Handley was close to retirement; hell he was passed retirement. This man passed it up three times before finally agreeing to it. This was his last year teaching pre calculus. It was his last year teaching, period. He said he’d still tutor though. He loves teaching and there’s nothing that’s going to stop him from doing exactly that.
“No, I don’t mind at all,” you retorted honestly even though your voice was still flat. “–Is that everything?” You asked curiously. Mr. Handley nodded his head, sending you walking back to your desk. For the hundredth time this morning you felt eyes on you as you made your way back to your seat.
Before you could sit down the jarring sound of the lunch bell ringing filled the school – it was chorused by your peers chit chatting as they filed out of the classroom into the halls for an hour of bliss.
You sighed heavily as you added yet another worksheet to the pile in your notebook then tossed everything in your bag. You hooked the bag over your shoulder as you left the classroom and was met with eager teens figuring out what to do for lunch, forming massive groups in the hallway and making it next to impossible to navigate.
You headed towards the front entrance; keeping your head down as you sifted through the crowd. Being the new kids meant having observing eyes on you at any given moment. Having someone stop you to introduce themselves and make small talk was your worst nightmare. You already had to stand in front of your home room class to introduce yourself first thing this morning.
That’s why you kept your head down as you navigated your way through the halls towards the front of the school. You weren’t sure as to why though, it was a half assed idea that most likely backfire on you. But thinking of your dad made you miss him even more; you wanted to hear his voice and have a conversation with him. You wanted him to know how sorry you were about everything that’s happened recently.
You shuffled into the small phone booth in the foyer, closing the door behind you for privacy. You set you bag down on the small shelf underneath the pay phone then fished a couple quarters out of your change purse. Anxiety rattled you as you fed the coins to the machine once you picked up the receiver. You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you dialled your dad’s phone number. You knew he was at work right now so you called there first. Your heart pounded in your chest, threatening to break your ribs.
The phone rang a few times before stopping; you half expected it to be his answering machine.
“Gunnery Sargent Jeremy Devins,” you dad’s voice greeted flatly. All the air fled your lungs; you felt like you were drowning without water. It’s been weeks since you last talked to your dad; or even heard his voice. It broke your heart to know that he no longer answers the phone with joy in his voice. You knew he didn’t know it was you so he answers the phone like that now. Like a broken man. And it was all your fault.
“Hello?” Your dad said after a moment of silence. You didn’t realize you’d just been standing there blankly. Guilt felt like a tidal wave crashing down on you; its mighty force throwing you around like a rag doll.
Without saying anything you hung up the phone. Stress tightened your body as you let out a shaky breath. You were in disbelief that you just did that. You couldn’t believe you just called your dad and then hung up without saying anything. You had so much to say to him but the idea of having to face your dad after everything that’s happened made you gag. You couldn’t do it. All because of a stupid mistake that wrecked your mom’s life and destroyed your dad completely. They always told you to make smart choices, to use your head. You didn’t use your head, and it cost you everything. You didn’t exactly weigh the pros and cons when…
Another shaky breath passed your lips as you came back to reality. You quickly gathered your belongings and turned to leave the small phone booth. You damn near jumped out of your skin when you turned around to see someone standing directly outside the booth staring at you. It was the guy from earlier in the office. Mr. Loomis. Asshole.
You collected yourself once again before opening the sliding door to the booth.
“You’re Riley, right?” Asshole asked right off the bat. You felt yourself cringe as your worst nightmare was made reality.
‘Who is this guy? Freddy Krueger?!’ You thought as you stood in the small doorway of the phone booth. You wanted desperately to remain neutral, but you couldn’t maintain it. Something about him was getting under your skin; you didn’t know what it was but it unnerved you greatly.
“Yeah,” you drew out in hopes he’d say more than just that, but he didn’t. There was a long pause between you two.
“Sorry, did you need the phone?” You apologized sheepishly. His sparkling eyes lacked personality and emotion – they reminded you of shark’s eyes.
“No,” he replied, causing you to furrow your brow confusedly. “–I was waiting for you,” he added with a slight smirk. The crease between your brows deepened as you gave him a confused and slightly concerned look. You gave him a once over; he was tall with medium build. His sandy blond hair was haphazardly tousled away from his face. He was clothed in a pale blue polo that was left unbuttoned to reveal the white shirt underneath. He wore baggy jeans and mucky sneakers.
Your eyes travelled back up his body to meet his gaze again. His blank brown eyes glimmered down at you. You felt a shiver run up your spine when an alarm bell started ringing somewhere in the back of your mind.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” You asked after a moment of processing what he said and trying to get a read on him. He was just…. –blank. It was unnerving.
He gave you a shy smirk as his hands sank into the pocket of his jeans.
“I’m Billy Loomis, we met this morning in,”
“–In the office, yeah I remember you,” you interrupted as you stepped out of the booth, standing at least six inches shorter than him. “–Why were you waiting for me?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Billy chuckled nervously as he stumbled over his words. You cocked an eyebrow at him.
“I wanted to ask you if you wanted to have lunch with me and my friends,” he finally got out. You weren’t sure how you felt about that. Nobody’s nice to the new kid for the sake of being nice. From experience, the new kid has to get hazed. Is that what’s happening here?
You narrowed your gaze at him as you carefully weighed the pros and cons. This was a new habit you picked up; so far, it’s a very useful habit to have. You quickly listed every pro and con. If you accept then it opens the doorway to friendship, which is something you both desperately needed and made you cringe at the idea. It’s not that you didn’t want friends – you have plenty of those. Or at least, you had plenty of those. After everything came to light a couple weeks ago, they stopped interacting with you; your calls went unanswered, your IMs went unread, and you sat alone at lunch. They completely abandoned you.
Now the thought of making new friends and having them find out about your past only for them to turn their backs on you too, made you queasy. You couldn’t go through that kind of rejection; being completely outcasted by your peers. If you didn’t make friends then you didn’t have to worry about your secret coming out.
But the pros were completely selfish; like most pros are. The pros of this situation you’ve found yourself in are: maybe you can keep your secret a secret while making friends, then perhaps this lonely feeling that settled on your shoulders would dissipate. And finally, and let it be the most sinfully selfish pro in history, but you found yourself attracted to Billy. Not romantically. Not platonically. You wanted him biblically. You knew there were some dark fantasies stewing in the depths of his mind; his eyes didn’t say much but his demeanour told you everything. That was the part that scared you shitless because you know how dark you can get – you’ve been to the depths of your own primal depravity. You’ve done things that’d land you in a hospital indefinitely. Either that or prison.
“Where are you having lunch?” You questioned, trying to seem less desperate than outright agreeing.
Billy’s thin pink lips turned upward into a smile.
“We’re going to the water fountain, enjoy the last days of sunshine,” he chirped a reply. You pursed your lips together as you pretended to think about it. You’d already made up your mind. Your selfishness won by a long shot.
Shyly, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as a weak smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
“Yeah, I’ll join you guys,” you told him. Billy clapped his hands together in victory as a wide grin overtook his features. But a split second later he tried to play it cool; running his fingers through his hair as he gave you a casual shrug.
“I mean, unless you have better plans,” Billy said casually. You felt a smile form inside you but it didn’t translate to your features. You merely stared at Billy blankly. You pursed your lips as you pretended to think, then shook your head.
“No. No better plans,” you uttered. Billy flashed a smile as he nodded his head.
“Cool. They’re waiting for us at the fountain so we should probably…”
Above images are of Evelyn’s mum and the outfit she put on
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“What made you join the army?” You asked lazily, tracing circles and figure eights on Felix’s bare back. The morning sunshine beamed through the windows carelessly; warming and brightening the grim rooms of the house as it peeked over the horizon. The coolness of the night still hung in the warming air – the need for blankets wasn’t existent.The duvet was strewn across the floor and the sheets were ruffled as you and Felix lay on top of them.
Little did you know, Brahms was still passed out cold behind the wall after having an orgasm so strong he fainted.
You and Felix lay in bed, completely naked – Felix was laying on his front, face buried in the pillows as he tried to squeeze as much sleep in as possible. You were on your side, facing him. You both have been awake for a while now, but you were enjoying the peaceful silence.
“It’s family tradition; the men become soldiers.” Felix’s groggy voice was muffled by the pillow as he answered your question.
Your brows furrowed as questions circled your brain.
“So you’re only a solider because your dad was?” You questioned curiously, still tracing imaginary symbols on his skin. You both leisurely sprawled across the bed; sheets were ruffled and the duvet was thrown to the floor. Both of your bare bodies basking in the morning light.
“And his dad, and his dad, and his dad,” Felix lulled in a sleepy voice. The creases between your brows deepened as you examined his peaceful face – his eyes closed and hair strewn around his face. He looked so beautiful.
“Was it really your choice to join the military?” You inquired nosily. Felix’s brownie coloured eyes opened, he was looking directly at you.
“It’s my dad’s dream for me to be a solider and fight in a war,” he replied with a croaky voice – much different than the sleepy voice he was using a moment ago. You frowned at him.
“You don’t have to do things just because your dad wants you to,” you told him honestly. Felix couldn’t help the massive grin from forming across his face as he bit back laughter unsuccessfully.
“You’re one to talk,” he comment. You pursed your lips and shook your head.
“My dad didn’t want this for me,” you uttered truthfully. Felix’s chocolate brown eyes found your gaze. He didn’t say a word, but the question was asked with a look.
“Growing up I was always told I was born in the wrong generation; that I belonged to the 1970’s. I’m still very much a hippie at heart, ethically sourced everything. I make my own lotions, body wash, shampoo and conditioner; I wanted to open a shop to sell them at an affordable price. Y’know, clean living without breaking the bank,” you explained, still tracing shapes on Felix’s skin.
“Why didn’t you?” Felix asked softly. Your eyes moved from your facing fingertips to meet his gaze.
“My dad died when I was twelve; he always wanted to turn this place into a bed and breakfast but he never got the chance to so I stepped up to the plate to do it for him,” you told him honestly. “–I made the choice, but did you?” You studied his face closely; looking for a negative emotion but all you saw was adoration in his eyes.
“I did,” Felix murmured softly; eyes drifting from yours. He didn’t appear to be happy with that choice. You wanted so badly to tell him that if he’s unhappy he can choose something else. You wanted to comfort him. But you didn’t want to come across as emotionally invested – at least not too soon. Or at all. Your friends have had these types of relationships where they’re not in a relationship with someone but they still have sex and hang out once in a while. If that’s what this is, it’s your first time having this kind of relationship.
Before you could say anything else, the sound of a car pulling up the drive filled the quiet. You sat up with a puzzled expression on your face; in the six days you’ve been here there hasn’t been a car to drive up to the manor that didn’t intend on being there. Besides, it’s got to be at least five in the morning, who was here at that time?
You crawled out of bed, hobbling over to the window with Felix in tow. The blood in your veins ran icy cold when your eyes were laid upon the silver Audi pulled up to the mansion.
“Shit, it’s my mum,” you declared as you tore yourself away from the window. You went over to your suitcase and started pulling out clothes to frantically put on. You settled on your denim bell bottoms with an orange and white abstract pattern blouse that you tied up instead of buttoning up. The long flowing sleeves frilled out at the bottoms.
“You didn’t tell me your mum was coming,” Felix claimed as he scrambled to gather his clothes, which were thrown haphazardly around the room.
“I didn’t know she was coming until now,” you shot back as you tied a bandana around your head to keep your hair from your face.
Felix didn’t even get the chance to say something in return when the doorbell rang through the house. You and Felix froze, looking at each other as if the other knew what to do in this situation.
“You stay here, I’ll go handle her,” you instructed your half assed plan. Your mum already knew someone was here; Felix’s car is parked out front. Felix nodded in agreement before you scrambled out of the bedroom, still trying to dress yourself and make yourself presentable. All while you were trying to figure out why your mum thought it’d be okay to show up here without telling you first. Especially at whatever-the-fuck o’clock in the morning.
“Evelyn?” Your mum’s voice softly rang through the house as you bounced down the stairs. You saw your mum standing in the foyer in her paint strained blue coveralls with her hair tied in pigtail braids. Her shamrock green eyes found you as you joined her in the foyer.
“Mum? What are you doing here?” You asked curiously. Your mum’s usual confident demeanor was contrasted by her awkward and shy body language; she kept her gaze away from you as she tried to come up with an answer. You got the feeling something happened at home and she needed some time to think.
“Who’s here?” She questioned, turning the attention back to you. You paused as warmth filled your cheeks. It was your turn to awkwardly try to grapple for answers. Your mum’s eyes moved from you to something behind you. You knew it was Felix who was standing behind you – hopefully he’s clothed.
Mindfully, you turned around to meet the sight of the large man crowding the landing. Your breath hitched when you saw he was back in uniform, minus the jacket. His broad shoulders making the fit of his olive green tee shirt stretch across his shoulders and chest. The tee shirt fit baggily around his middle; his frame narrowing at his waist. The utility belt clicked into place around his hips. His baggy camo trousers made his lower half look wide as well. Felix was the perfect definition of the male hourglass figure.
You couldn’t help but stare at him; you found yourself craving him again. You were sore and tired but you’d jump his bone at any given opportunity if you could.
“Evelyn….” Your mum drew out your name. You blinked a few times then turned to face her. Your mum looked stunned; she never knew you to be the kind of girl to bring a guy home. She always thought you were a bit too prudish for your own good. But you were one month out from a rough breakup, maybe you’ve moved on already. Or maybe you’re spiraling and this is a cry for help.
“Who’s your friend?” Your mum asked after a moment of contemplation. You felt blush heat up your cheeks brightly. Your mum basically caught you with your pants down. You tried to respond but you stuttered and stammered over your words.
“This….. uhh, this is my, uhh, friend.”
“Felix,” Felix chimed in.
“Felix!” You exclaimed in agreement. Felix shared a grin and friendly wave. Your mum looked at you in awe; she was still speechless. Only a soft “oh” passed through her lips. Your gut told you she was making assumptions.
After a very awkwardly silent moment while you tried to gather yourself. Your brows furrowed as you came down the last couple steps, moving toward your mum. You loosely crossed your arms over your chest as you looked her up and down.
“What are you doing here mum?” You asked keenly. It was your mum’s turn to stammer and stall, trying to find the answers. Although, you had a feeling you already knew.
“I came to help you with your project and to keep you company.” Your mum’s gaze moved from you to Felix behind you. “–But I see you already have that covered,” she added in a fake cheery, soft spoken way. You sighed to yourself, knowing she meant well but she still pissed you off. This is you moving out all over again. When you moved out your mum went a little nutty. She’d invite herself over to your flat whenever she pleased; all because you gave her a spare key for emergencies.
Your mum doesn’t do well with distance, especially after your dad died. You were rarely allowed to play in the woods with your friends or roam the neighborhood, she kept you strictly on your street and on your street only. But everybody knows why she keeps you so close…..–you’re the last piece of your dad she has. He was her first love and you liked to believe she was his.
“Mum, I told you I have everything handled,” you reminded her sternly. Adam told you that you need to set and reinforce clear boundaries; otherwise your mum is going to do whatever she pleases. You started that journey by taking the spare key to your flat away from her and giving it to Adam.
Clearly you need to have that conversation again.
“I know you did. I’m sorry I made you feel like I’m not respecting your boundaries but I’ve been trying to get ahold of you all night and I thought something happened to you too,” your mum explained, trying to keep her cool.
“What do you mean “me too”?” You quizzed with concern in your voice. “–What’s going on?” Your mum frowned; it was obvious she hadn’t slept last night. This only worried you more. Your mum is subscribed to getting a full night’s rest, even when you were a baby she always got enough sleep. So for her to stay up all night, it means something really bad happened.
Your stomach twisted and tied into tight knots as your heart began to race in your chest. Anxiety cramped in your lower abdomen.
“Bex got arrested in Amsterdam,” your mum announced after a moment of realization. You wore an expression that read stunned as you looked your mum over, trying to see if she was joking. You knew Bex wanted to go to Amsterdam to meet up with a boy but you didn’t actually think she’d go. And get arrested nonetheless. She’s sixteen!
“For what?!” You exclaimed in disbelief.
“She got caught with MDMA,” she replied in a less than amused tone.
“Ecstasy?” Your reiterated. Your mum nodded her head and sighed heavily.
“Apparently it wasn’t one or two pills either, there was enough in there to make them think she was trafficking them back to the UK,” she further explained as she put her hands on her hips; her lanyard full of keys jingled with movement. You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.
“How much will it cost to bail her?” You asked as you shifted your weight anxiously. Your mum blew raspberries as she tried to think.
“Honestly, I don’t know. I don’t even know how long she’s been gone because she told her grandmother she was with us and she told us she was with her nan.” Your mum sounded so defeated.
“I last heard from her on Tuesday but besides that, radio silence.” You added a piece of the puzzle. You watched as your mum stood in your foyer, now biting nails, in complete defeat.
“Adam’s going there to bail her out once it’s posted,” your mum told you honestly. You felt a twinge of angry and potty jolt through you. Bex has always been the wild child which is funny because you were the family hippie. But over the last six years she’s gotten more and more reckless; this isn’t Bex’s first run in with the law. Your mum and Adam are at their wit’s end. She’s not a malicious person either, none of her crimes are violent. She just does stupid things.
You’re not going to heckle her because of drugs – you occasionally partake in smoking a joint or doing shrooms. You’ve even done ecstasy; so you’re not going to hound on her for doing drugs. But she broke the golden rule of being in possession of illegal drugs. Don’t draw attention to yourself. You can say that as a straight white cis woman but that rule doesn’t apply to everyone.
You frowned as you observed your nerve wrecked mum.
“C’m in mum. I’ll make us some coffee and breakfast,” you told her as you laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. Your mum’s tired eyes found yours. She gave you a gentle smile and nod before walking back towards the kitchen.
As soon as she entered the kitchen your gaze moved towards Felix as he came down the steps. He acted as if he didn’t just witness my mum have a nervous breakdown in my foyer. He towered over you as you shifted your weight, your arms tightly tied over your chest.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that,” you apologized as you two stood mere feet apart. Felix shrugged casually.
“Little sisters are gonna little sister,” he commented with a grin. You snorted a laugh and nodded in agreement. He appeared to be so amused by your reaction; his eyes crinkled in the corners as they stayed on you.
The pair of you stood awkwardly in the foyer, not saying anything to each other. You felt your body cringing from the awkwardness of the situation. Although Felix didn’t seem to get the memo since he stood confidently, smiling down at you.
You felt blush rush to your cheeks under his adoring gaze. One hand was rubbing the nape of your neck while the other had a nervous hold of the opposite arm. You couldn’t meet his gaze but you knew his eyes were so luscious in the morning light that flooded in through the windows.
“Anyways–” you were cut off when a hand found the side of your face and a pair of lips were firmly pressed against yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. You involuntarily closed your eyes with both hands raised in surprise. You were suddenly lost in that sea of greedy want. You wanted his lips on every inch of your skin. You wanted to be covered in his adoration.
He pulled away ever so slightly, resting his forehead against yours.
“I’ll see you tonight,” Felix said confidently. Breathlessly, you nodded in agreement. Felix pulled away from you; leaving the house. You stayed completely still, still mesmerized by what just happened. You weren’t expecting that. You expected he’d run for the hills, that this was just friends with benefits; maybe it is and he’s just comfortable around crazy. Either way, you were delighted that he was coming back tonight.
There were three things you were most certain about. First, you were unquestionably in love with Billy Loomis. Second, Billy and Stu Macher were the Woodsborro murderers. And finally, you were willing to keep it a secret.
Chapter 1: Carefully Selected
Woodsboro – a quiet little town in Northern California. Nothing happens here. That’s why your mom picked this place. It’s safe.
It’s boring, nothing exciting has happened in the four days you’ve been here. There was no traffic or sirens blaring constantly, or even the sound of colourful people out in the street. This made you a little upset with your mom – you didn’t want to move but you were seventeen so you had to go with her otherwise the law would be on your tails. You missed Calabasas but your mom kept chanting that this was a good fresh start.
“This’ll be good for you. A fresh start away from all that noise back in L.A,” your mom reiterated for the millionth time. The golden morning sun hung low in the sky, melting the coolness on the grass. The aroma of freshly cut grass filled the chilled but warming air. You had your window rolled down, the breeze flowing through your hair.
“I liked it better in L.A,” you pouted.
“What was better in L.A? Hmm?” Your mom snapped finally.
“My dad,” you replied bitterly.
“If your dad wanted to be apart of your life then he’d be here, not with his new family,” she snarled at you coldly. You were too stunned to speak. It doesn’t matter how many times your mom throws that in your face it still renders you speechless. She knew your dad was a tender spot for you. You haven’t seen him since the summer but you haven’t talked to him in a few weeks. Not since….
You mentally shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts of what happened a few weeks ago. You didn’t even look at your mom – you merely sank lower in the font seat with your arms tied over your small chest. This was your form of mild rebellion, that and your newest taste for fashion. Today you sported a black mini pencil skirt with black tights on underneath and a baggy, black, bleach stained tee shirt under a black hoodie you’d sewn red horns onto the hood.
“Couldn’t you have worn something a little more appropriate?” Your mom questioned with disgust in her voice. “–I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be wearing such a revealing outfit,” she added her opinion.
“What’s wrong with my clothes? I’m literally covered from head to toe,” you defended, looking out the window. Your brows had drawn together. You were curious as to what she can find to dislike about you today. Because this is an every day kind of thing. Your mom has a problem with every move you make. You can never win so you say fuck it and deal.
“The skirt, it’s too short. You’re seventeen, you don’t need to be wearing things like that,” she claimed.
“It’s not even that short, mom. It only looks it because I’m sitting.” You rolled your eyes as you looked over at her with disapproving written all over your face Your mom stole a few quick glances between keeping an eye on the road. She frowned and let out a sigh.
“Also with the makeup, Riley?” she complained. You glowered at her, narrowing your icy blue eyes. A twinge of rage knotted in your lower abdomen. You wanted so badly to go off on her – seventeen years of rage just building and building inside you.
“What’s wrong with my makeup?” You growled, turning your attention to out the windshield.
“What’s wrong with it? It’s too dark. You’re a pretty girl, Riley. Maybe ask some girls at this new school for some tips on how to look lively and youthful. Y’know, like you used to.” We’re your mom’s criticisms about your appearance. She had every right to be shocked because in the matter of a day you went from a preppy schoolgirl cheerleader with beautiful long blonde hair to choppy shoulder length dyed hair, nose piercing, new dark academia/grunge aesthetic wardrobe and new taste in music in a day. Of course this was the day you rebelled against society and mainly your mom. And no, it wasn’t because a boy broke up with you and you had a “mental breakdown”. No, it was far worse.
You frowned, sitting up. You grabbed your bag, opening the car door and climbing out as quickly as possible. You heard your mom trying to make the situation better but was cut off when you closed the car door. You slung your bag over your shoulder and walked the last block to the school. Bitterness puckered at your lips – you wanted so badly to rip into her the same way she rips into you all the time. Your mom has always been extremely critical of you, the same way she was with your dad. The only difference is, you’re stuck with your mom meanwhile your dad pays child support and gets unsupervised visits with you once in a while. You doubted that’d happen now; your dad was still in Los Angeles while you were here in this butt-fuck-nowhere town in Northern California mid first semester. Your mom couldn’t have moved you guys to a city? In cities being the new kid isn’t that big of a deal. But in small towns new kids aren’t really a thing. And these kids, your peers, they’ve grown up together. No amount of time or quality of relationships will ever top that kind of bond.
You didn’t mean to but you glanced over your shoulder to see your mom and gone. You were stopped dead in your tracks. Your heart broke a bit inside your chest. You didn’t think she’d just leave you like that without trying to get you back into the car, or making sure you got to school alright.
You exhaled heavily, turning on your heel and heading back towards the school. You wished you brought your Walkman so you could listen to music but alas, you were left with your thoughts. You were left with the knowing that everything changed so fast. Two weeks ago you were planning a sleepover with your friends in a school you’d been attending since ninth grade with people you’ve known the majority of your life and now you were the new kid in town with no friends, no family and no reputation you’ve worked so hard to create.
Students were gathered in groups outside the school – you felt eyes on you the moment you started walking up the path to the front doors. Anxiety filled your stomach as you wandered through the crowd. You preyed they didn’t know anything about you or what happened at your last school.
You went directly to the office once you were inside.
“Hello dear,” the administrator greeted. You sauntered to the desk, adjusting your bag on you shoulder.
“Hi, um, my name is Riley Devins. I’m the new girl. I’m supposed to come to the office to get my time table,” you explained honestly. The admin, a woman in her mid to late forties with snowy white hair and coke bottle glasses, hummed in response before turning her attention to the stack of files on the desk to her right.
“Oh here it is!” She cheered happily, turning back towards you with a friendly smile. “–Here’s your time table and a map of the school just in case you get lost. As well as your locker number and combination, and other info you may need,” she listed, handing you the small stack of papers that were neatly held together with a paper clip. You took the papers from her with a mental sigh. You knew you were going to be the new student soon, when you go off to college but you never thought you’d be the new student mid first semester.
You went to turn around when your body collided with what felt like a brick wall, but really it was just another student. You dropped the papers and your bag slipped off your shoulder; everything went tumbling to the ground.
“Hey watch it!” You cried in defence. You looked up at the person who bumped into you. It was a guy – he was average height with boy band hair and sparkling brown eyes. He had dropped his bag as well.
“My apologies your Highness,” he responded. Your blood boiled at the pet name he gave you. You disliked it when people would call you princess, or anything like that. It made you feel guilty. You were spoiled by both your parents growing up – it was their way of making up for divorcing shortly after you were born. If you wanted to learn ballet then your parents would make it happen. If you wanted the newest electronic your parents would buy you two, one from each of them. You were very blessed growing up and you hated to admit it but you used your parents’ guilt to your advantage. That’s why you felt so guilty. Then everything was ruined a few weeks ago.
“Asshole,” you sneered under your breath. You went to bend down to pick up your belongings when you felt something hard strike your temple causing you to jump upright in surprise. The guy was rubbing a spot on his forehead as he looked you up and down.
You did the same, noting he was wearing a blue checkered button up with blue jeans that were baggy on his muscular but slender frame. His dirty blond hair was parted down the middle – making the way his hair sat look a bit like devil horns. He had obvious California sun kissed skin. This made his endless brown eyes seem deeper and darker. You swore you were drowning in them.
“Mr. Loomis, is there a reason you’re in the office?” The admin asked from behind you. The guy, Mr. Loomis, didn’t break away his eyes – he had you in his sights and you felt so small under his stare. But also something else; it was a familiar feeling but you couldn’t quite place it.
“No,” he uttered, throwing his bag over his shoulder. Finally, his stare broke when he left the office. Leaving you completely stunned and confused. All this happened in the space of perhaps two minutes.
You frowned disapprovingly before kneeling down to pick up your papers and bag. The bell rang to bring the students in for home room. You took a deep breath, leaving the office and going to your locker to drop off your bag and grab the supplies you’d need for the morning.
Just imagine how it’d be grocery shopping with him . the tall privilege man… need something from the top shelf no problem , need help getting a bulk item that’s a little heavier… bam you got it . Not to mention feeling safer because he’s always there so you can actually look for what you need with no worry of creepy people
It’s sometimes a literal pain as a short person to grocery shop and I hate asking people
Cw/tw: heavy voyeurism, p in v, praise!kink, incest, military!kink, uniform!kink, size!kink, belly bulge, breeding!kink, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), mommy!kink/daddy!kink implied, sub!Brahms, sub!reader, dom!oc
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Brahms seethed with rage; hands balled up into tight fists and face red with anger. It wasn’t fair. He was supposed to be the one to pull those delicious sounds from you as the scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the hot summer night air. But there you were, folded in half with your knees touching your shoulders. Felix’s large hands pinning you down by your knees as he slammed himself into you over and over; earning the sweet moans and gasps and cries that were coming from you.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t look away. Brahms was addicted to you in every sense of the word. You were his first thought in the morning and last thought at night. Even when he was mad at you for breaking his rules, he couldn’t get enough of you. Always close behind. Always observing. One day he will show himself to you – you deserved to know of his presence. Even though you already knew he was there; he was just a ghost in a lonely mansion with only his niece to keep him company.
His niece. You were his niece. You were blood.
The mere thought of you being his niece excited him. His mother would never allow him to date anyone; even now that she’s gone. He didn’t want just anyone. He thought he wanted Greta, he really did. But when you stepped foot in Heelshire mansion five days ago, Brahms knew that you were the one he’d been waiting for. You were perfect. And to find out you were his long lost Evie; his heart couldn’t take it. He’d essentially moulded himself a place in your life from a young age. So maybe showing himself to you wouldn’t be that much of a shock because you already knew he was there.
Brahms’ icy gaze couldn’t be pried from the scene unfolding in front of him as he peered through the peephole. He couldn’t believe how bendy and durable you were. Felix was in no way small, or even average. No, he sported a long girthy dick that stretched you in ways Charlie could only dream of. You were taking Felix’s cock like a champ. And judging by the cock drunk expression that read pure untainted ecstasy and bliss that flushed your usually pale face, you loved every moment his cock was inside you.
Jealousy coursed through Brahms’ veins – he so desperately wanted to be the one mounted on top of you, pumping his own cock in and out of your gushing cunt like a man possessed. He laid claim to you the moment you stepped foot in the mansion five days ago. Felix is just a pest that needed to be gotten rid of.
“Mine,” Brahms hissed through gritted teeth as he watched you get plowed on his recently deceased parents’ bed. If that didn’t stir up so emotions for Brahms then nothing would faze him.
“That’s right, take this cock like a good girl,” Felix purred in your ear but loud enough Brahms could hear it from across the room. His brows furrowed in confusion; why did Felix just call you a good girl? He wasn’t wrong but Brahms had never heard someone say that during sex. Then again the only people he’s seen have sex were his parents a couple of times. Brahms learned real quick not to invade their bedroom.
Brahms’ jaw dropped when in return for calling you a good girl you let out a long, shaky moan. He took note that you liked that. He also took note of how your body reacted to every movement and purr of encouragement.
God you looked beautiful. You looked like an angel in his eyes. You always have. Which was why he nicknamed you Eve when you were little. Brahms had a lot of time to read; his mother suggested he read the Bible. Brahms plowed through the book in a week. That’s why he nicknamed you Eve. You were so pure and delicate. Even now, as you were getting railed in your dead grandparents‘ bed, Brahms thought you looked so pure and innocent.
Your dark hair was sprawled across the bed wildly. Your porcelain skin almost glowed in the dim light of the nightstand lamp. Besides the moth tattoo on your lower back, not a mark could be found on you. Your breasts bounced with every thrust as you clung onto Felix’s arms for dear life. Your knees were pinned against your shoulders, opening you up for his assault. The expression on your flushed face told him you had little to no brain function; you were cock drunk.
‘I should be the one to make her like this. It should be me,’ Brahms bitterly thought. His anger turned to rage. His entire body felt like it was set ablaze. Brahms couldn’t stop himself from raising his fists and slamming them against the wall as hard as he could without breaking the wall, causing a loud bang to sound through the house.
The choir of moans and praises, as well as the sound of skin slapping stopped. Brahms felt ice run through his veins when he realized what he’d done. He lowered his head in defeat, listening closely.
“What was that?” Felix’s voice broke the silence.
“Don’t know, don’t care. Keep going,” you ordered breathlessly. With that, Brahms lifted his head in disbelief and peered through the hole once again. No, he couldn’t have just heard you say that. You knew Brahms was there and you choose to ignore him? No one’s ever dared do that before. He couldn’t believe it.
Without a second thought, you and Felix went back to it. Brahms could only stare in awe. He didn’t know what else to do. He’s made himself known to you and you voted against his protest with that knowing. Only one person’s ever done that; Haydn. During one of your visits with your grandparents your dad figured out that Brahms was still lurking in the mansion as a spirit. But one day when you were two your dad cut Brahms’ music time short because you were getting fussy and tired. Brahms retaliated not letting your dad sleep that night.
But there you were, defying his rules and protests. Brahms was furious as he plotted revenge.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pry his eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of him. You and Felix had swapped positions; you were now on top, bouncing on his cock like a pro.
Mindlessly, Brahms’ hand snaked down the wall to the hem of his trousers. Fingers dancing over the hem until they unfastened the button effortlessly. He dragged the zipper down to the end of its track before fishing into his trousers – freeing his erect cock. Brahms shivered at the contact despite his skin feeling like it was on fire. A quivering whimper escaped his lips as he began to stroke his shaft.
Not once did Brahms’ gaze waiver from you. You looked so determined but at the same time so cock drunk. You appeared to be barely conscious as you rode Felix. Brahms tried to keep in time with you as you bounced and rode him – imagining it was him who was under you getting the best fuck of his life.
Brahms’ hand worked his shaft as his imagination ran wild with aid from the scene in front of him. His heart felt like it was about to explode out of his chest as a wonderful electric sensation radiated from his crotch.
“Fuck, Ev. Good girl,” Felix moaned unevenly with his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down his length. His words pulled a high pitch moan from you. Your beautiful blue eyes rolled in pleasure; sometimes crisscrossing.
“Good girl,” Brahms repeated in a raspy whisper.
Then something caught his eye. He couldn’t help but notice the disappearing and reappearing bulge in your lower stomach. Brahms examined it closely, trying to figure out what it was. He’s never seen you with a bump in your lower belly that magically disappears and reappears.
That’s when it struck him; he knew what that bulge was. It was Felix’s cock inside you. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He’s never seen such a provocative sight in his life; he swore his soul left his body for a moment and he got to experience pure, unaltered heavenly bliss for a fraction of a second.
Brahms’ hip stuttered into his fist as a shaky moan passed his lips. His eyes fluttered as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through his body; radiating from his groin. Brahms was roughly the same size, maybe a little more girthy, as Felix which meant that when Brahms has you on top of him he’ll be able to see his own cock poke through your belly.
His hips stuttered again at the thought; his grip tightening slightly and his hand working his shaft in time with your thrusts. In his doped out mind he believed he was actually fucking you. His steel blue eyes never leaving your form.
“I’m gonna cum,” you declared between pants. Brahms staggered back a bit in awe. He knew boys climaxed but he didn’t know girls could too. Why didn’t his dad tell him this when they had the puberty talk? His dad told him that in order to make a baby or just wants to get off, a guy needs to orgasm; said absolutely nothing about women being able to orgasm too.
After a split second to recover, Brahms was back to peeking through the five pence sized hole.
You were still rhythmically riding him; your moans came out as high pitch squeals. Felix had his hands on your hips, guiding you up and down and singing you praises such as:
“You’re such a good girl.”
“Such a good little cum slut.”
“Be a good girl and cum on daddy’s cock. I know you want to.”
Brahms studied what got you off; he noticed you liked to be called nice names, and mean names as well. You wanted roughness to complement your sweetness. You were quite the paradox. Unlike Greta or any of the other nannies before you. You were very vocal about your wants and needs, and desires. He’s never met someone quite like you before. You puzzled him greatly.
“I’m cumming!” You cried before a loud squeal passed your lips; followed by a slurry of curses. You lifted yourself off of Felix as you gushed all over his lower half. Felix’s hand left your twitching hip to rub your cunt as the clear fluid gushed out of you.
Brahms’ eyes were wide as he watched you. He just learned that woman can orgasm too and now he’s getting to see it in person. You made him want you even more now. He wanted you to squirt all over him as you came.
Brahms’ eyes rolled mindlessly as his own climax began to creep up on him. His hand went even faster; pumping his cock at a mind dizzying pace. He heard you instruct Felix to put it back in – it was followed by sloshing sound. His eyes snapped onto your form once again.
You had switched positions once again. This time you were laying on your front, facing Brahms’ direction. Your legs were closed and Felix was straddling your ass; thrusting his hips into yours.
Brahms watched as Felix reached down and wrapped his hand in your hair – pulling by the base of your hair. You were forced to look directly at Brahms; or at least that’s what he believed. You hazy blue eyes stared in his direction – he felt like you could see him instead of a blank space on the wall.
“Fill me with your cum.” Your voice came out in a high pitched, breathless way. Brahms’ heart palpitated and his hips jerked and twitched into his hand. He had to look away from you so he could keep it together – he didn’t want to orgasm yet. He wanted to relish in the sight of you getting fucked from behind.
You were barely conscious; not in the least bit coherent. Blush gathered in your cheeks, dusting them a dusty rose colour. Your swollen red lips were parted slightly as your icy blue eyes were half closed. You were a moaning and squealing mess.
The sounds of sloshing skin hitting skin and the smell of sex hung heavy in the night air. Brahms was finding it hard to focus – his body so desperately craved a release but he wanted to savor this.
The jealousy, the rage, the horniness; it all pulsed through his veins like magma in a volcano. The heat from the day almost felt cool against his ablaze skin. Sweat seeped through his white wife beater as it made many rivers down his body. His breath was fast and shallow – barely getting any oxygen to his hazy brain.
He could feel his climax building; egging him to go faster than he already was. It was creeping up on him quickly. He was so desperate for release – especially after watching you get yours. There were a few things Brahms was; the main thing is needy. Brahms was very needy and greedy. He was a spoiled little boy with a silver spoon in his mouth. He couldn’t get enough of a good thing. And right now you were the centre of his focus. He needed you. He wanted nothing but for you to touch him forever.
Brahms’ mind couldn’t help but wander; imagining how you must feel. Soft. Warm. Wet. You must feel like heaven.
That was the final string holding Brahms back from his climax snapped. His entire body shook violently as thick, white ropes of cum coated his hand and the wall directly in front of him. He had to bite his knuckles to prevent the loud moan from gaining your attention. Brahms didn’t even notice that Felix was currently filling you with his cum as he reached his orgasm.
Brahms’ mind completely blacked out. It was overrun with chemicals that sent him into a tizzy. Brahms’ body went limp; plummeting him to the floor between the walls with a loud thump.
