[sacredboundflesh]

Introduction:

《This is my writing blog you can find my main account at: nickysinferno》

Hello I'm Nick or Nicky

18+ butch ftm

DNI terfs/transmeds/maga/racism

I tend to write about whatever interests me or fandoms I'm in:

Master List

Fandoms-

Backrooms

Yellowjackets

Whatever interests me...

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This is an 18+ blog, NSFW is allowed except the following:

Pedophilia and incest, as well as s/a that doesn't contribute to plot (non con umbrella)

I will write for kinks, which is why I want to make those aware this is a 18 + blog.

[cutielowlow]

~You Can Keep me~

MARY KLINE X FEM ASYNC READER ⋆˙⟡♡

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Summary: you’re an Async employee who one day meets Mary Kline on the job. During your long journey through thr backrooms, you develop an intimate relationship with her, leaving you no choice but to leave with her once finding an exit. The unexpected happens, and due to Mary’s traumas, she locks you in her house to keep you to herself, and be the mother she never got to have.

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Warnings/contains: NSFW/18+ content, kidnapping, NEAR-SUICIDE and severe emotional crisis, blood, mommy kink, entities, and some canon to movie and short film and some things not.

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Word count: 8.4k

Authors note: this is my first ever fanfiction so pls be nice and it’s just for fun and the story so don’t take my writing seriously, there will mostly likely be some mistakes. but pls do leave feedback if u liked it 💛

Chapter one: The Encounter

You’ve spent enough time in the Backrooms to know those footsteps did not belong to a Still-life. They were soft, hesitant, like a rabbit. You were back at one of the Async Institute bases, laid back, listening to the same repetitive sound of static coming from the barley working speakers. All was normal, until the sound of footsteps emerged from the speakers.

Immediately you were puzzled. Normally, the sound of footsteps by Still-life’s are predictable, unbalanced, loud, and plodding. But they seemed to be very hesitant and steady. You quickly lunged out of your chair, and pressed the footage TVs on button repeatedly until the glitchy screen flicked on. You scrolled through each camera footage, looking closely at each one. The screen began to delay, and to fix it, you bang the side of the TV with your palm. “Stupid fucking thing!” You shouted directly into the screen.

Seconds later, you swing your hand into the top of the TV, smacking the life back into the screen. camera #14s footage comes on, and a woman appears on the screen. The woman was about ten feet away from the camera, with her back turned to it. The only thing telling you that it was a woman was her hair, other than that, everything was a complete blur. The camera must’ve had a crack in it, or possibly have gotten water dropped onto it.

You watched her for a long moment, studying her, trying to figure out how to approach the situation, until suddenly, you were interrupted when the camera went crashing down, hitting the floor, causing a sound of shattered glass through the speakers. The screen went completely black, and after scrolling through each camera footage, you realized that those too have gone black. You knew this meant that the rooms were changing themselves, and the sudden urge to help the woman overtook you. You gathered your equipment and headed out to search for the mysterious woman you saw in the footage, wishfully thinking of bringing her to safety.

The farther you went, you managed to recognize the area you were in on the map, though it appeared to be slightly different. Some hallways and room shifted sideways, and camera #14 was now halfway sunken into the ground. You knew this would make it difficult to find the woman. She could be anywhere by now, and the clock is ticking until the entire place changes, and you will be lost with no direction back to base.

Picking up your pace, you ran, dodging sunken in chairs, piles of laundry, and random holes in the ground where the bottom was unpredictable. One corner you took revealed a large sized vent, with the cover laying on the ground next to it. You took it as a sign, and climbed through. The vent was snug, and the plasticy hazmat suit you wore that was overlay big on you scraped the walls of the vent, making it even more difficult to make it through smoothly.

On the other side, was a completely new area. It was hot this time, and around you were houses that all looked the same, halfway coming out of the same yellow walls. The floor was entirely different, once carpet, now concrete that was seemingly normal. The houses were blue, with white doors, and in front of them were perfectly round bushes, protected by brown picket fences. The only thing disturbing the repetitiveness of the houses was one of the doors was left wide opened.

You closed the door behind you, slowly, and Inside of it looked like a disorganized house, although certainly not a home. To the left was a smaller sized room, with brown couches overlapping each other unnaturally. And to the right was an off-putting kitchen looking space, with tile as the floor, and an old wooden kitchen table. Straight ahead, a long hallway and random walls and corners stretched out. “Hello?” You blurted. You’re still for a moment, your ears perched for any sudden movement, or perhaps a reply.

A figure peeked from behind a wall in the distance about ten feet away. “Whose there?” You let out another call. “You can come out,” you added. Seconds later she reveals herself. Once you saw her clearly, you became rather nervous. You’ve now seen the pretty face that went with the scruffy, medium length chestnut hair. The front pieces that perfectly framed her face in the way it deserves separated, and stuck to the sides of her face.

She dressed maturely with a button down shirt with an evenly distributed pattern of what looked like an abstract painting. It was slightly unbuttoned, revealing a golden necklace that glistened in the light. Immediately your eyes traveled down her body. She stood awkwardly, wearing dark brown pants and wearing flats on her feet that nearly matched them. you tried swallowing the lump in your throat and took a deep breath, still studying the woman, unsure of what move to make next. You realized the weird look on her face may have been due to the situation of what you were wearing.

Quickly you unzip the top of the suit, revealing the gas mask that protected your face. Then you pulled the gas mask off, and ran your hands through your hair, pushing your sweaty bangs back. The woman’s face softened, and she took a long deep breath. “Where are we?” The woman let out with a sigh. You step closer. “Whats your name?” You ask in return. “Mary,” she said hesitantly, “who are you? What is this place?” You look around nervously, “a very unexplainable place,” you show her your badge, which had your name on it along with the company’s name, “I work here.”

Mary looked at it closely, her eyes scanned you again, as if doing so would help her understand. “Let me take you back to my base, where we’re safe,” you suggested, but it came out more like a question. You turn around, and she follows.

After a few minutes of awkward silence and trying your best to follow the map back to base, the map begins to not make sense. You swung your backpack off, and began to dig for your radar, while Mary stood there anxiously. Then in your hand, you switched the radar on, and held it in every direction until the ticks began to move up once you pointed it to the left.

On your way back, Mary suddenly let out a gasp and cupped her nose. Blood began to gush out of the crevices of her fingers, and dripped onto her shirt, then onto the floor. “Oh my gosh,” you stuttered, “let me see what I have.” For the second time you dig through your bag in a hurry, blood still dripping from her nostrils. “Do you get nosebleeds often?” You asked. “No, but I feel really thirsty,” she said.

In your bag, there was nothing but a flashlight, markers, a watch, and an extra gas mask. “Shit. I have nothing,” you began to feel bad, so you decided to unzip your suit and rip a piece off from your old white t-shirt that you were wearing under it. “You didn’t have to,” she said through a soft laugh. “Don’t worry about it,” you smiled.

There was something about Mary that made it nearly impossible to focus on anything else but her face when looking at her. She held the piece of t-shirt up to her nose. You detached yourself from a long stare, “Anyways, think that should work for now. Let’s keep going.”

You pick up your pace again, continuing the uncertain walk back to base, and after a few minutes, she broke the silence. “Why do you need the gas mask?” She asked. “Well, this place is pretty unpredictable. We never know if there’ll be something harmful in the air. We’ve seen a lot of weird and dangerous stuff in here.”

“We?”

“Yeah, there’s many of us. Employees, anyway.”

She nodded with a distinctive expression. “So, you guys just explore the area?” She asked. You kept getting distracted by her voice, that had an accent you weren’t quite sure was from where, and you felt too silly to ask, but you did know you liked it.

“We explore, but we spend most of our time just trying to understand it. But it’s nearly pointless, everything that’s ever been, is in here,” How could you explain something impossible to someone? Not even you or anybody understood what this place was. “It’s a lot to explain. Nobody understands it, not even us,” you added.

“Oh! Right this way,” you gestured her over towards a long hallway, which you recognized. There was a light at the end of the hall, and the marker you put down came into vision.

Finally, after arriving at base, you grab a chair for Mary and place it next to yours. “Let me clean you,” you insisted. She nodded in agreement and sat down while you searched the drawers of the table for something to clean the blood. You pulled out a pack of tissues and one canteen of water. You poured some water onto the tissue, and leaned in to clean her nose. Getting a better look at it, you can’t help but notice her features. Roundish eyebrows followed by her small brown eyes. Everything went together so well.

Once her nose was clear of blood, you awkwardly began to uncrust the blood on her lips. She parted them slightly, and smiled with her eyes, looking right into yours. The tissue wasn’t quite doing the job, so you decided to use your fingers to try and rub the blood from her lower lip. “Here, drink as much as you need,” you said, putting the canteen of water into her hand. With no hesitation, she moaned as she chugged the water, forcing you to smile and let out a light chuckle. “What?” She smiled back at you. You fought the smile and hid your face. “I just think it was kinda cute,” you say under your breath. “What was that?” She asked. You're now turned fully around, too nervous to look her in the eye. “Nothing,” you said, pretending to look at something important on the table.

The warm feeling of being flustered broke when something came crashing through a door not too far away, it was so quick you barely had any time to think. It appeared to be a still life of a man dressed in a yellow pirate costume with blue sleeves, paired with a pirate hat. One leg was normal, but the other seemed to be the leg of a chair. His face, per usual, was deformed. One eye was larger than the other, making it seem like one half of his face was drooping.

“Mary! Run!” You point to the hall to which you guys arrived through. She stood there and looked at the Still-life with a dismayed expression. “Go!” You shouted, and she darted off, and by the time you gathered not even half of your things, the Still-life flipped the table onto its back, causing everything to come crashing down onto the floor. The TV fell right onto you, making you fall right onto your back.

The still life lunged forward, nearly catching your ankle. Still on your back, you pull your knee towards you, and force your foot into his face with all your strength. Blood squirted everywhere, including your face, and he recoiled back, letting out a grunt. You managed to get back onto your feet, and stumbily, you ran into a chair, causing you to trip. You landed in Mary’s arm unexpectedly, as she grabbed your hand and yanked your arm so hard you could feel your shoulder pop, before you both sprinted away.

Chapter two: poolrooms

Aimlessly, she pulls you through many rooms, hallways, and doors, until she stops to catch her breath once she pulls you both into a long, dark tunnel going through one of the walls. Her heavy breathing turned into a sob. Sat beside her, you put a arm around her. “It’s okay, don’t cry,” you say in an unhurried pace. You began to caress her shoulder, unsure if that was the right move. She continued to sob, and you could tell it wasn’t from fear, but genuine sadness. “Are you okay?” You ask breathlessly. “No,” she said tremblingly as she cupped her face with her hands, sobbing into them.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, trying to understand. “I know him, that guy. That creature…God, this is all my fault. She uncovered her face and wiped her own tears.

“Patient?”

“Im a therapist.”

“Don’t blame yourself, it’s not your fault he tried to—“

“It is my fault, she interrupted, “I was supposed to help him, but I just made things worse”

“Hey, you did your job. Some people just aren’t fixable, you tried your best.” Suddenly her expression softened, and her breathing became more steady. “Nobody’s ever told me that before, I guess I never considered that. Maybe you are right,” she sniffed, as you began to rub her back. This seemed to soothe her as she leaned in, resting her head on your shoulder as she shook.

“So, who exactly are you guys?” She asked, “At first, it was just a manufacturer of MRI machines, before turning to dimensional research,” you said, “It’s mostly scientists, but some of us come in here, and gather information for them. Mary turned to you and looked you up and down for a moment. “I’m sorry but…why would they let you walk around in that thing? She let out a snort of laughter. “What, this?” You said as you tugged on your suit, "I know, it’s huge on me,” you laughed at yourself.

Her gold necklace kept catching your attention, you've discovered that it’s in the shape of the heart. The necklace was distracting, but the way her shirt was unbuttoned revealing the outline of her chest was even more distracting. You kept glancing shamefully, and you notice her necklace clasp is next to the heart charm. “What are you looking at?” Mary looked down at her chest. “Your necklace is messed up,” you said, leaning in to fix it.

You look down the tunnel, and notice the room on the other side has a big wet spot in the middle of the carpet, which usually means that there is a pool nearby. Then you got an idea. “Let’s go jump in the pool,” you suggested. Mary laughs, “what pool?” “Well, I guess I should say pools, there’s many of them. The carpet over there is wet,” you said, pointing at it, “usually wet carpet means a pool isn’t too far away. I could use it anyway,” you said as you pointed at the blood on your face. Mary laughs in return, shrugging, “might as well.” You both crawl on your hands and knees through the long dark tunnel, and jump out the other side. The room was smaller than on the other side, with the same yellow walls. A long hallway stretched out about fifty feet with patches of wet carpet all the way down.

The carpet squelched under your feet, sloshing louder and louder with each step. “That’s creepy,” Mary said, pointing a finger at a painting of a beach with a sun that had an eerie face. The beach was disproportioned, like the person who painted its only experience with a beach was from cartoons.

The next room was completely different. Even smaller, and the walls were of shiny, white tiles, and the air was humid, reeking of mildew and chlorine. You both stepped in, each step causing a small splash, as there was a thin layer of water spread onto the floor. The floor cut off into a spiral staircase of the same tile. “Try not to slip,” you warned her.

You cupped your hand over hers, leading her down the slipper staircase mindfully. After about one minute, you were suddenly stopped when a small blue bucket filled with water sat on the next stair. You carefully bumped the bucket with the tip of your foot, causing water to spill out. The water was green and thick and once you got closer, you realized this was one of the sources of the mildew smell. “The hell?” You cover your nose. You steadily step over the bucket, guiding Mary over it as well.

After what felt like forever, you finally make it to the end of the staircase. The area was massive, spread out with random pillars, pools of all different sizes, even a few colored water slides coming out of the walls. The mildew smell was still present, but not as strong. You drop your bag and begin to unzip your suit, causing a ripple of echoes. Mary stared hesitantly as you prepared to swim.

“You ready?” You asked. “How much should I take off?” She asked in return. “Whatever you are comfortable with,” you said as you pull your T-shirt over your head, and throw it into a pile with your suit, then doing the same to the pants, leaving you only in your bra and underwear. Mary’s eyes darted everywhere but you awkwardly. She looked at you up and down once and took a deep breath, before turning around and beginning to unbutton her shirt.

She wore a black bra with black lace and black and white polka dot underwear to go along with it. She turned around and wrapped her arms around her lower stomach as you collectively stride to the entrance of the pool, which had a metal railing and tiled steps. Mary dipped her big toe into the water, testing it, before stepping fully in and lingering on the highest step. “How is it?” You asked. “It’s pretty cold, she shivered. “Can’t be that bad,” you said, sending a playful smirk her way. You tiptoed next to her, plotting to jump in.

You dived into the water, letting your entire body weight send a wave of water to perfectly lunge in her direction. Just before your head emerged into the water, you heard her let out a loud gasp, causing you to let bubbles of laughter under the water. You let yourself reach the bottom of the pool with your feet, which to your surprise, didn’t take as long as expected.

You then push off with the tip of your toes, charging out of the water head first, to find Mary standing there now shivering even more, hugging herself. She looked with an unblinking, hostile stare which then transformed into a smile, rolling her eyes. She paused for a moment, then plunged herself fully into the water, splashing you on her way. “It's freezing!”

“You just have to get used to it,” you said, swaying your arms and legs in circles, barely holding your head above the water. You sent another splash her way, causing her to flinch as the water hit her face, getting the top of her fully soaked. She kept her eyes shut for a moment as water dripped down her face, until unexpectedly shoving as much water as she can your way.

It escalated into a splash war, with shared laughter in between each splash, echoing off the walls. Mary smiled so hard it nearly looked as though it hurt. Each laughter became louder and louder, breaking the awkwardness between the both of you. It was refreshing, having not felt as much joy as this moment since before getting lost here. You almost forgot where you were entirely. The look of Mary’s smiling eyes and the sound of her giggles could make anyone forget where they were. You also couldn’t help but notice how radiant she looked even when her hair was wet and pushed back. Nothing could disturb her captivating look, and not when going underwater could erase her face from your mind.

After countless dives and water getting in your ear, the energy of you both subsided, and gradually you both made your way back to the steps where you sat to rest. Mary fully got out of the pool, and laid on her back on the tile floor, catching her breath. You took the chance to admire her. Not that it made much of a difference, you never really stopped. She looked overwhelmingly appealing this way. With her hair wet, her skin glistening in the light, and her collarbone on full display. Her pulsating chest drew your attention to her collarbone, and you noticed her hardened nipples were perfectly outlined due to her soaked silky bra.

She took a deep breath and turned her head towards you, and looked up at you with shiny eyes and a smile. She started to run her fingers through her hair, and suddenly her expression changed. “Oh my god,” she said, “my hair is so tangly.”

“I have a brush,” you said as you jumped up to reach for your bag. She sat up as well, and waited patiently. After digging through your bag and finding the brush, you sat next to her. You handed her the brush, but she declined. “Can you do it, please?” “Uh sure,” you said as you got onto your knees, and began sectioning her dripping hair, and brushing through carefully starting from the bottom.

It felt surprisingly relaxing to run your fingers through her hair, and you managed to lightly massage her head at the same time of brushing. She let out a soft moan, which you took as a sign to continue. “That feels good,” she whispered, as she looked back at you, with lips slightly parted. She visibly looked you up and down, and smiled.

Your attention was no longer on her when a seagull came flying in from the distance. The sound of its wings flapping caused a ripple of echoes that caused a sudden heavy drop in your stomach paired with a scolding rush of heat. You both jumped back as the seagull rushed past you, crashing into the wall full speed. The bird screeched as it hit the ground, with blood squirting in every direction. You both froze in place. Your breath finally caught up once you realized it was harmless, but Mary was still freaked out. She jumped up and tried to run away, but you stopped her.

“Mary! Don’t worry. Everything's okay,” you shouted, as you put your hands on her arms, hoping to keep her from running away. “I wanna leave, I’m scared,” her voice slurred, and she was completely out of breath. “We’ll get you out of here, don’t worry,” you said as you tucked her wet hair behind her ears, resting your palms on her cheeks. Her panicky eyes darted everywhere, and she was still breathing heavily. “Look at me,” you said sternly, “you’re okay, you’ll get out of here. I’ll make sure of it. Take a deep breath, please.” She filled her lungs with air and shakily breathed out, while shutting her eyes.

Suddenly Mary flinched, looking towards the pools, “What was that?” She whispered. “What was what?” She whispered, as her wide eyes scanned the area. “The splashing, you didn’t hear that?” She cried. “There’s nothing there, okay?” You reassured her, “let’s get out of here,” you said as you began to get dressed into your t-shirt and jeans, leaving the sweaty hazmat suit in your bag.

Chapter three: Dance With Me

“What’s that?” She asked. “Sounds like another one of those radios, let’s follow it.” You responded, as you led the way.

As you turned a corner a radio appeared. It sat on a yellow bench, and it was clear that whoever was talking, didn’t speak English. Then another sound wandered into earshot from afar, but this time it was music. Mary tuned in, trying to listen closer, then her face lit up. “I know that,” she exclaimed, as she began to follow the sound, with you following her from behind.

It was another small radio, sitting lonely on yet another yellow bench. A song you recognized blared loudly through the speakers. Ulterior motives. “I really love this song,” Mary exclaimed, as she began to move her body so confidently like she had been waiting this whole time for this very moment. Her damp hair caught your attention as it bounced off of her shoulders while she swung her arms over her head effortlessly yet seamlessly to the song. It was unbelievable how someone could know just the right way to move to make someone feel so fuzzy.

The way she moved, it was difficult not to gaze at her long legs as they jumped up and down. She held eye contact with you nearly the entire time, while smiling at you playfully, flashing her small dimples. You weren’t even the one dancing and you began to sweat, the way she melted her upper body into her lower body effortlessly as she danced. It’s like she knew exactly where you were looking. You didn’t want to disrupt this moment, so you stood there awkwardly and stared. It was almost too intense, her beauty. “Dance with me, I wanna see you,” she said as she reached out her hands, palms up.

You couldn’t say no to her, despite how nervous you were. You softly clasped your hands with hers, mincing your feet anxiously towards her. Immediately she pulled you in, and glanced up and down at your eyes then to your lips back and forth. Her lips were parted slightly as she stared down at you, it made your heart beat so fast you had to look away.

It seemed the more nervous you were, the more confident she was. She noticed you were trying to match her rhythm, but failed, which caused her to let out a laugh.

She detached her hands from yours and grabbed your waist, guiding it to synchronize with hers. It was intimidating, the way she looked at you with not an ounce of insecurity. She was so confident in her body, it made her even more beautiful, which you thought was impossible.

As she moved, you got whiffs of her perfume mixed with musk, and for some reason, you couldn’t get enough of it, so you inched your face closer to her chest as you placed your hands on her shoulders. Mary looked down at you and twitched her lips, looking intensely at yours. Her breath became shaky, and suddenly it occurred to you what she was going to do.

She slid her hands underneath your t-shirt, and gripped your bare waist as she leaned her head down and pressed your lips together. Immediately you melted into her, letting her take you away completely. She lightly pressed your back up against the wall, and pulled your t-shirt over your head, and unclipped your bra. She then stepped back, allowing you to do the same to her.

Immediately once her bare chest was exposed, she pushed your face into her breast and threw her head back as your lips landed tightly over her nipple. The feeling of her fingers gently massaging your scalp caused you to involuntarily whimper. “That’s good,” Mary groaned as she tugged on your hair. Occasionally you switched back and forth from each nipple, while maintaining eye contact, watching her eyes roll back as she groaned.

She forcefully detached you from her breast, and dropped her hands down to then unzip your pants. You jerked as her unhesitant hands slid your jeans down, along with your still damp underwear. The feeling of her eyes on you while you were exposed made you feel tingly in the best way possible, making it even more warmer down there than it already was.

“Lift your leg,” Mary demanded, as she scooped underneath your thigh and lifted your leg to rest on her hip while supporting it with her hand. She leaned in for another sloppy kiss, “you wanna be touched?” She asked teasingly, with a playful smirk. “Mhm,” was all you could get out. She looked into your eyes so intensely, like she was trying to figure out the exact color of them.

With her free hand, she glided her soft finger tips up and down your wetness, causing you to jerk back slightly. “It’s okay,” she whispered, as she circled around your throbbing clit with her thumb. A whimper escaped you, and she did it back, as if she felt it too. Every time her thumb collided with your clit it got more sensitive, causing you to shake.

Mary chuckled at your trembling, as she pressed her wet lips against your cheek and neck. As she suctioned the skin of your neck between her teeth, she slid two fingers in your hole, forcing an airy moan out of you, as you tried to keep it in by biting your lip.

Each thrust caused you to arch your back as she went deeper and curled her fingers more to fit just perfectly, while her thumb continued to poke at your clit. Your hand reached for Mary’s arm to give it a tight squeeze out of pleasure, as you began to shake so much that you could feel the sweat emerging from your forehead and neck. You started to rock your hips up and down, making sure to get every inch of her fingers. Just the look of Mary’s face focused only on you, and her veins and muscles popping out of her arms as she penetrated you, was enough to overwhelm you. Her arms were lengthy and delicate, yet so beautiful.

You shakenly stretched your arm to squeeze her breasts, moaning even louder than before. “Mommy,” you whispered so softly that you yourself hardly even heard it. It came out so quickly, you had no time to think about it. You could feel a pause in Mary’s motion, before she started to go even faster.

“Come on mommy’s fingers, baby,” she purred in your ear, sending a tingly feeling all the way to your feet. You began to tighten around her fingers, holding your breath as you could feel yourself get tense.

Until you came, letting out a deep gasp, forgetting about everything except that Mary Kline's fingers were deep inside you, making you twitch and arch your back so far, she nearly couldn’t hold you up anymore. Mary watched her motion as she began to slow her pace, making sure to completely lather her fingers in your come.

“Good girl…” she groaned, as she pulled out her pruney fingers to then taste them. She grabbed your face for one more kiss, tasting every corner of your mouth with her tongue, ensuring that you also tasted yourself. Mary turned and put her back up against the wall, “get down on your knees,” she said, holding intense eye contact as she watched you do just as she said.

“Take off my clothes,” she commanded. There was nothing in the world you wouldn’t do for this woman. You promptly removed her pants and underwear, “look at me,” she hissed. She raised slightly on her tip toes, opening her legs just enough to spread herself open, exposing her already wet clit. “Stick out your tongue,” she said, as she gripped your hair, tilting your head back. She pulled your face to her clit, immediately rubbing it up and down, your tongue instantly filled with her coppery tangy wetness. “Fuck,” Mary instantly lets out a whimpery gasp.

You stayed still on your knees, letting Mary rub herself over your face, careless whether or not on your tongue. “Keep fucking looking at me,” she ordered, as she tilted your head back even further by your hair. She looked so good from this angle, so did her vibrating breast, that even though breathing was limited, the roughness was no problem.

You reached your arms around her, and gripped her soft ass tightly, as she continued to whimper. You’re doing so good,” she sighed, “put your tongue in me.” At this point she was in complete control, riding your tongue, with a feral, clawing urgency. “Let me come on your pretty little face, baby girl,” she urged, as she pulled your face so close that nearly your entire tongue was inside of her, thrusting in and out. until she fastened her paste, gripping your hair even harder.

Seconds later her thighs lock around your head, and her whimpering turns to harsh moaning as her liquid pours out of her, going straight down your tongue into your throat. You slurped every last bit, not letting any go to waste. Pulling your head away, she released the tight grip of your hair and caressed your sweaty cheek, looking down at you.

Mary was still trying to catch her breath, as she sat beside you against the wall. Mary turned and glanced at you smiling. Her cheeks were rosy and the brown in her eyes were brighter than they ever were. It was a look you knew you could never forget, and for the first time, a sense of hope poured over you.

You rested your head on her shoulder, and nuzzled her warm neck, as she massaged your irritated scalp. The sensation of being in her arms canceled out everything else that mattered, and you felt safe for the first time since being in here. Your thoughts were interrupted when a man’s voice emerged from your backpack.

Your eyes widened, “shit.” You suddenly clicked into reality when you recalled that the other employees were trying to contact you. You were way out of bounds, which could get you in major trouble. “Who is it?” Mary asked, as you jumped up to grab the radio that was deep in your bag. “Hello? Are you there?” You recognized the voice, it was Phill, a scientist and investigator for the Async institute. He was the one that found you. “Yes, I’m here!” You shouted through the speaker, holding the talk button down. “Who’s that?” Mary whispered. “Huh? Who was that?” Phill asked, “who are you with?” You shushed Mary, “nobody, I'm by myself.”

“Where the hell are you?” Phill blurts out.

“I’m pretty far out—“

“You need to get back immediately,” Phill cut you off. You look up to Mary, “we have a long trip to make.”

Chapter Four: The Exit

Mary was in complete and utter shock once she saw the facility. “You need to stay over there while I talk to them, okay?” You advised Mary. These words began to visibly worry her. “What’s gonna happen to me if they see me?” You knew exactly what would happen to her if they saw her, but worrying her more was the last thing you wanted to do. “I’m not sure, but it’s best if you stay here for now. I won’t be long, okay?” You gave her a quick hug, and guided her to a hiding spot not far from the facility.

“When I’m done, I’ll come get you,” you said “and we will get you out of here.” Mary nodded, as she hid behind a wall. You gave her hand a tight squeeze, “I’ll be back.”

Phill was waiting at the entrance, arms crossed. He cautiously darted his eyes around, before shutting the large door behind you both with a button. “Are you hurt?” He asked. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “Why’d you go out so far?” He asked suspiciously. “I got chased,” you said, not necessarily lying but not telling the whole truth. “We’re going out on an investigation. You need to stay here and keep watch.”

“Of course,” this was the best thing he could have possibly said.

Once they headed out, you found Mary, and brought her in. “Through here,” you took her through the long hallways of the facility, passing the science rooms, where she witnessed different entities laid down on tables, being tested on. The closer to the exit to the normal world you got, the more you wished time would slow down.

The big exit signs came into view, and Mary paused her steps. You turn around to see Mary standing, she almost looked sick. “What’s the matter?” You asked, rubbing her arm. “I don’t want to leave you here, what’s gonna happen to you?” Her voice shook. “You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll be okay, just worry about you getting home safe,” you said, reassuring her. The look on her face was unbearable. You tried to hide it, but the thought of never seeing or feeling her again sickened you.

You both trotted to the wall, where blue tape attached to the wall in a rectangle outlined the exit. “Go with me, please,” she begged, “I want to be with you.” Just those words pulled you in. Your mind raced with every possible outcome.

You knew they’d search for you, and maybe eventually find you. “I don’t know if I can, what if they find me?” You cried. “They won’t,” you said as she unzipped your suit, and threw it on the ground. You swung your backpack off, and took her hand, trusting her, as she instantly yanked you through the exit.

Chapter five: Trapped

During the drive back, after endless thank you’s, Mary insisted on you staying with her that night. She was visibly in distress, and you couldn’t blame her. The two of you were both overly exhausted and malnourished, and you knew how much it would help to have each other’s company.

Immediately stepping foot into her house, her strong scent laced you with comfort. It was indescribable, her scent. The living room was cold, but you were warmed knowing it all belonged to her. She stood awkwardly in front of a mysterious door and waited for you to finish setting your bag down. The couch instantly pulled you in as the safest option to sit.

“Do you like oatmeal?” She asked as she walked into the kitchen, setting a glass bowl onto the counter. “Yeah I do,” you exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the couch.

You weren’t sure what, but there was something off about Mary’s energy. It seemed like something shifted as soon as you guys got into the car, raising a kind of awkwardness in you. You caught her eyes glued right on you from the kitchen, completely pausing what she was doing as she stared a few times. “Is everything okay?” You finally got the courage to ask. “It will be, sweetheart, don’t worry,” she said through a smile, as she walked over and sat down carefully on the couch, holding a bowl of steaming oatmeal with a mitten underneath.

She transferred the bowl to the coffee table, “lay back,” she said as she lifted a spoon full of oatmeal. Expecting her to push it into her mouth, she instead held it up to your mouth. Confusion came over you once again, but a part of you understood she just wanted to be helpful, after thanking you endless times for how much you helped her.

She fed herself as well, and continued until the bowl was clean. Once the food settled, and your stomach was full, energy fulfilled you.

“I’m gonna get in the shower,” she told you, as she stood up and stepped into the hallway. “You’re not gonna go anywhere, are you?” She asked, as she paused and turned around. “No,” you said, “why would I?”

“Why don’t you just get in with me?” She suggested. Again you were filled with confusion, but the idea sounded rather nice.

Mary shut the door and promptly began to take off every piece of clothing you had on, then doing the same to herself.

Steadily you both step into the warm shower, and Mary unhooks a loofa and buries it in soap. “Let me wash you,” she insisted, and before you could say anything, she began to massage your back with the loofa. Mary evenly lathered the soap from inch to inch, making her way down all the way to your feet.

As she scrubbed your hair with her soapy nails, was when the exhaustion really hit you. “That feel good baby? She asked. “Mhm,” you mumbled, and your eye lids became heavy, you felt you could rest to sleep right there. She continued to stand over you, and began lathering the soap over both of you. Mary wrapped her arms around you from behind tightly, as you both rinsed off.

Before letting you in her room, Mary gave you a hot cup of tea, as she rubbed your back. You could barely make it to her bed without your legs feeling fuzzy, and as soon as your head the pillow, you drifted into sleep, while the last thing you saw was Mary standing over you turned into a blur.

Once consciousness got a grip on you again, a warm string of drool stretched from your cheek to the pillow as you lifted your head and peeled your heavy eyes open, to discover that it was so dark it was unclear if it was morning or not.

You turned around hoping to see Mary, but her alarm clock glowed in your face instead. 7:09 am, it read. Her blankets gripped you so well it was hard to pull yourself out of bed, but you knew you had a job to attend to.

You open the bedroom door to learn that every window in the house was covered with pieces of news paper, cardboard, and other materials your brain couldn’t comprehend due to the drop in your stomach.

Immediately you shove yourself out of the doorway, convincing yourself something was wrong.

You found Mary leaning on the couch, and her face lit up once she saw you. “What’s going on?” You questioned her, walking towards her slowly. She stood upright, “where are you going?” She asked as her facial expression changed. “I have to go back to work,” you replied. “No, you’re not going back there, or anywhere,” she cried, shaking her head.

The unrecognizable body language and tone in her voice filled you with unease. You dashed straight towards the door, “I’m leaving,” you shouted as you shook the door handle forcefully, just to find out the door was locked shut with three different locks. Mary took you into her arms and squeezed you tight, rubbing your head, “Hey, shh calm down, it’s okay,” she said gently.

“I need to leave, please,” you shouted, trying to slither out of her arms. “It’s okay baby, I’ll keep you safe,” she whispered tenderly, dropping a kiss onto your forehead, “let mommy hold you.” You shook in her arms as she nurtured you. “sweetheart, let’s get you some clean clothes,” she said, walking you over back into her bedroom. You stood there anxiously still shaking as you watched her dig through her drawer. “They might be a bit big, but they’ll work,” she pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank top, spilling out clothes and making a mess, but she didn’t seem to care.

After getting you dressed, you sat on her bed wrapped in her clothes. “Lay down,” she said, standing with her arms behind her back. You shook your head, “I don’t trust you,” you stuttered, pushing yourself farther away from her, “you’re scaring me and I want to leave.” She slowly leaned over you on the bed, and put her weight on you, "There's no reason to be scared,” she whispered, “I just want to keep you safe.”

She pulled a thin rope from behind her back, “What are you doing?” You whimper, trying to slide out from underneath her. “Shhh…don’t worry,” she pressed your wrists to the railing of the bed frame, and wrapped the rope around each. You whined as she tied tight knots around both of them, causing a sudden burning sensation from the friction. Your hands immediately began to throb from the tightness, as each pull tightened the knot. “That hurts,” you yelped. “Shh,” she hissed, leaning in and covering your cheeks and neck with kisses. “Everything will be okay,” she mumbled into your neck.

The warmth of her lips and the softness of her voice slowed your heartbeat just enough to bring calmness to you once again. You couldn’t resist kissing her back. Ever since your lips touched hers for the very first time, it was a taste your tongue ached for.

Chapter six: Tell Me You Love Me

For the next couple of days, Mary kept you tied to her bed throughout the nights, and only untied you during the day, to wash you, feed you, and hold you whatever time you needed it. You knew this was wrong, but a part of you didn’t want to fight it. Being taken care of by her felt so good the guilt nearly caught onto you, but resisting wasn't an option.

One morning, she untied your chaffed wrists from the bedframe, and without a word, undressed you. You expected her to bring you to the bathtub, but instead laid you onto a blanket on the floor. “Stay there,” she barked, bringing both of your wrists behind your back, and firmly tying the rope around them.

She grabbed another rope and held your ankles together to then tie a knot around them too. You sat up against the wall, still sitting nakedly on the blanket, attempting to get comfortable. To your right she opened the drawer of her dresser, and pulled out silver duct tape. “What’re you doing?” You mumbled, “don’t worry,” she said before sticking the piece of tape around your mouth.

You whimpered into the tape, and watched her as she pulled a chair up in front of you. She rested in the chair, looking down at you with a hint of a smile and slightly squinted eyes while she bounced her leg. “You look so beautiful like that, sweet girl,” she groaned, before unzipping her pants.

Her eyes stayed focused on you as she exposed the entire bottom half of her body, slipping her underwear off from her bare feet, with her shirt unbottomed revealing her hard nipples and pulsating abs. You involuntarily whimpered as your eyes traveled down her body in admiration once you were completely captivated by her flawlessness.

She took a deep breath before lifting her veiny hand and feeling her wet hole to gather her wetness up to her clit. She moaned into the back of her hand as she circled her clit, causing both of her legs to twitch and toes to slightly curl. The look of her furrowed eyebrows as you both watched each other kept you whimpering, as you squeezed your thighs together desperately.

She moaned in return of your muffled whimpers, rubbing herself faster the more desperate you got. Her eyes rolled back and her lips parted as she slid her soaked fingers into her hole, moaning your name loudly into her palm. You throbbed as you watched her please herself, and ached to be the one doing it. You tried to say her name, but all that came out was yet another muffled whimper through the tape.

“Spread your legs,” she groaned, “let me see you baby,” she penetrated herself faster, as you obeyed her. “Fuck,” she let out an airy groan, and swung her head back so far her entire sweaty neck was bared. Her knees locked and with a cry, she sent a heavy flood ahead, sinking into the carpet as it dropped.

“Come here,” she forced out, trying to catch her breath. You walked on your knees, trying to balance as you sat on your knees right in front of her. She ripped the tape from your mouth, you whined from the pain, but she didn’t seem to care as she shoved your head into her legs, forcing you to lick and slurp up the flood from her thighs.

She yanked your head back from your hair, and gave you one sloppy kiss on the lips, “tell me you love me.”

“I love you, mommy.”

She let go of your hair, and pulled herself onto her feet, as her expression changed entirely. Her eyebrows pinched together, and her lower lip slightly quivered as the warmth drained from her face. “Do you really love me or are you just saying that because I told you to,” her voice broke as it turned into a whine, as she began to cry. Her lip turned downward as her entire face crumpled, and she struggled to breathe as tears streamed down her face.

You were in complete shock. You’ve never seen someone sob so quickly in your life. You started to stutter, even though you had no specific words in mind. You were completely speechless.

Mary quickly stormed out of the room, and the sound of drawers opening and closing from the kitchen came through the walls. “Mary?” You called out. She quickly walked back in the same way she walked out, and before you could react, she held a shiny kitchen knife up to her neck, as she continued sobbing. “Tell me you really love me,” she choked out, in between her gasps. “Mary, put it down, please,” you shouted, feeling your heart drop suddenly through you, you became so hot it felt like you could faint. Failing to reach out for her, you lunge your body towards her.

“Promise me…promise me you really love me,” now yelling, Mary’s face turned red, as her sobs went deeper. “I promise, I promise I love you, Mary,” you yelled back at her, swallowing what felt like a huge lump in your throat. “Say you’ll stay with me forever,” she wailed, inching closer to you slowly. “I’ll stay, I promise,” you stuttered, “you can keep me, you can keep me forever, I swear.” You flinched as Mary let go of the knife, dropping it onto the ground. She fell to her knees, and pulled you in as she squeezed you tightly, and weeped into your ear, “I’ll keep you forever, my baby.”

You kept your promise, and stayed with Mary forever. ;)

[sacredboundflesh]

OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD? AND I GOT TAGGED THIS MEANS SO MUCH PLEASE KEEP WRITUNG IM KICKING MY FEET

[grace-and-glory]

i wanna be reallllyyyy self indulgent and think about what if mary kline was a vampire 😛😛😛 what do we think of this idea fellas ????

[sacredboundflesh]

Feasting.

[in-theback-ofyourmind]

Inhuman contact

Mary Kline x Female reader

Summary: After days of being trapped in the backrooms, the only contact to Mary seems to mess with your mind and behaviour.

Warnings: Sexual content, fingering (reader receiving).

Part one: Meeting in a lost place

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You don’t know how long you have been stuck in the backrooms for now. There is no clock. And if there were, you doubt for the clock to show the correct time.

No window could show you the state of the sun. If it was morning, noon, or night. The rooms are all the same. Your mind slowly melts into this place. Your thoughts are being drained. Rooms start looking like childhood memories.

You wipe some sweat off your face. The whole walking around made you tired and sweaty. There is a slight ache in your throat caused by dryness. You haven’t had anything to drink for a while, and just the thought of water got you salvating like a dog.

There was also no food. Food was not the real problem, though. You remember reading about the human body and that it could survive without food for about 7 days. The problem is that you don’t know how long you have been in here. Was it already three days? Or did you just feel like as if time and space were non-existent in this place.

The person sharing your experience, Mary, was about the same. Thirsty and tired. Tired from walking around the same rooms all day. Tired from not finding an exit. She drags her feet across the carpet floor, the bright lights shining from above burning into her eyes. It is as if she has gotten much more sensitive over the past few days spent in this complex.

Mary never had to wear glasses. She was certain that her eyesight was still in tact. Yet, over the course of staying in this almost enclosure like place, her sight had worsent. Just a fraction.The things further back seemed much more out of focus for her. She doesn’t know if this is the result of the fluerecent lights ablosutely burning away at her eyes or if the complex altered with her condition. It could also be the answer to her hunger and thirst. Both of those have caged her in a state of constant annoyance and desperation.

Every sound, every touch made the woman flinch and act like a deranged animal. An animal that desired nothing more than to return home and be treated as loving as possible. So when you lay your hand on her shoulder to grab her attention, she shudders, feeling the small hair on her body rise at the contact. Her eyes dart over to your body. Rising along the features presented while dangerously imagining the skin underneath your cheap t-shirt.

Being honest? You weren’t exactly different. The look in her eyes did concern you, yet you know the effect the touch had on both you and her. You have also been touched, deprived, and isolated to the point of concern. Being stuck in an endless maze with only one person by your side made you act inhuman.

Her eyes catch yours, and while they try to focus on the matter at hand - you informing her of something - she could not help but stare at the colour in your eyes. Count the lashes on your eye lid. Observe the curve of your nose and the cracked skin of your lips. Her mind reacts as if she has seen some delicious food or a fresh cold glass of water. Her mouth begins to water slightly at the sight of yours. The warmth pooling in her stomach could not be ignored for longer.

You noticed her state. The way her eyes were almost eating you up. Her mind completely elsewhere. You would lie if you said you weren’t in almost the same state right now. Not as far gone as Mary was, but surely on the right path down the way she was going.

Mary focused her eyes on your mouth. The way your lips moved with each word, you said. The way your chapped lips were wet by your tongue. Something inside her got her back to focus, though. She snaps out of her thoughts and generally looks at you. Not with the passion she had before.

“Do you need more rest, Mary?” The way your voice slightly cracked at her name made her almost get lost in you again. She had to concentrate just to not drift away again.

Mary nods to answer your question, not trusting her voice right now. You return her nod and look for a place to rest. Maybe you both needed to lay low for the - you assumed - day.

Quickly, the two of you found a room with a mildly comfortable bed. You take off your shoes and hop onto the bed. Mary sits on the corner of the bed and takes everything in. How on earth did she end up here? How did it all go down to this?

You sigh and turn onto your side, facing Mary. She lies down next to you - the bed being big enough for the both of you to lay down - and turns to face you as well. The last few days have been a lot and did a great stunt on your as well as hers behaviour. No contact from anyone but Mary, no one looking at you like she did a few minutes prior.

Mary seems to have caught your gaze and the thoughts you were having. She catches your gaze and slowly scoots closer. The thoughts about the outside world don’t seem to matter anymore when she is with you in this other world.

“What is happening to us?” You ask her. Wanting to know about the changes in your body and mind but also what is happening in this situation in particular. Mary takes the question and spins her mind around it. To comfort you, she reaches out and takes your hand. Another one of her contacts is sending shivers down your spine. Each one of her gestures of affection makes you feel more alive in this seemingly dead place.

“I honestly don’t know how we got like this. Right now, everything is making my mind race.” She scoots another fraction closer, her hand drifting up to your arm to rub soothing circles along your skin.

Her touch comforts you further than you’d like to admit. The way she gazes at you with such affection and partly hunger makes you melt, the heat pooling into your stomach yet again. She notices the way your eyes darken, the way you get lost in your thoughts again.

“Don’t do that.” She softly urges. “Don’t go into that confusing mind of yours.”

She leans in, her breath fanning over your face as she moves her mouth to your ear. “Focus on me, love.” Her voice rasps the sweet name, and you can’t help but hold onto her arm for reassurance. Reassurance that this moment is real and not some trick your mind has been brewing insisde your head.

Her mouth leaves a soft kiss on your ear, then travelling to your mouth, placing various kisses across your jawline and cheek on the way there. The feeling of being kissed felt so good. Partially because you never had an intimate encounter like this before, but also because this was the only human contact garanteed for you for the next while.

Mary reaches her destination and begins to kiss you. Her mouth moves sweetly at first, yet as soon as you respond to her kisses, she changes the pace. The kisses quiken, her mouth opening partly to let out soft sighs against yours while also deepening the kiss. It does not take long for her tongue to enter your mouth. The feeling of her tongue and the salvia entering your mouth makes your body flinch with want.

Mary takes that in and roughly pushes you into the bedding. She hurridly gets on top of you, already at your neck. This side of Mary had been kept under the radar for a good while. Though she could get passionate, she never felt this filled with hunger. Her movements became rougher with each second. She bites and sucks at your neck, the sensation too much for you to handle. Desperatey, you clench your thighs together as an attempt to ease the aching from between your legs.

Mary brings a hand down to part your thighs. “None of that. I’m in charge of making you feel good.”

Her tone and the way she commanded you made you wonder where the gentle version of her had gone. Lost in thought, you didn’t realise that Mary had already taken off your shirt. She eyes the new skin presented to her and leans down again to trail more kisses on your body. Her fingers crawl behind your back to hoist your upper body up to take off your bra. You're still in bliss with how well she can kiss you while taking off your clothes. With the bra now gone, she had free access to your breasts. Her mouth kissed and sucking around your hardening nipples. A low whine escapes your mouth, making her grin.

She glances up at you, holding eye contact while wrapping her lips around one of your nipples. The sensation you’re feeling makes you arch off the bed. She spends some time tending to your breasts while slotting her leg in between yours. You take the opportunity to grind down against her leg. Your underwear is probably ruined by now.

She lets you grind down while moving away from your breasts and down your stomach, kissing the skin and carressing your sides. Her hands start to open up your jeans, pulling them down quickly. Mary now seems much more urgent to get you out of your clothes, her patience thining. You help her kick off your jeans, spreading your legs for the woman on top of you. Mary’s head is close to your centre, her nose taking a whiff of the essence leaking out of you. She groans at the smell, having to hold back from practically pounding onto you like an animal.

Your underwear - as you already guessed - is ruined. The wet spot growing larger with each second Mary tends to your body. She kisses along your thighs, leaving hickeys on the way to her goal. She breathes in deeply as she reaches your underwear. Her finger gently glided across the edge of your panties. You can barely keep in any noises, too sensitive for what she is doing to you. Mary gets onto her knees, taking off her blouse and bra in a quick, messy motion.

“Need to feel your skin.” She murmurs while pressing her upper body against yours, slotting her breasts directly against yours, making you moan at the contact. Mary goes back to desperately kissing you, her mouth too eager. Meanwhile her hand slips in between of your body and down between your leg, ghosting her fingers over your clothed pussy. You gasp and rut your hips against her hand, the touch feeling overwhelmingly good. She grins at your desperation and continues to press against your clit through your panties.

She takes her time with you, which makes you even more impatient. Every whine, every moan makes her want to keep on teasing you.

“Please, Mary. I need this so bad. Please just touch me.” You whine and scratch at her back as she rubs your clothes clit.

“Shh. I know how much you need this. Just let me do my thing.” Mary whispers in a hoarse voice. She finally sits up and takes off your panties. Her eyes fall down to your leaking cunt.

“My God. You’re so eager for this…” Her teasing voice makes you blush. She lets her hand drift up your thigh, her gaze staying on your face, watching every reaction you have to offer.

She finally reaches your center, her fingers spreading more of your essence over your pussy. She slightly rubs your clit, listening to you mewl and moan at the touch. Mary enjoys seeing you like this. So desperate for her. She takes her fingers and gently nudges them to your mouth.

You comply and take two of her fingers into your mouth, tasting your own slick and sucking around those boney fingers of hers. The way you look at her while sucking off her fingers makes Mary’s stomach turn. She can’t take her eyes off yours, watching the way your eyes darken while tasting yourself.

“Taste so good, right? Can’t wait to have my turn.” She smiles and takes out her fingers from your mouth. You whine at the lost of her fingers in your mouth but quickly get excited again as she probes them against your slit.

“Want me to fuck you baby?” She asks sweetly. You nod eagerly and try to grind against her fingers.

“No. I need to hear you speak.” She warns and momentarily pulls her fingers away from your centre, almost making you cry with how worked up you are.

“Please, Mary. I need you to fuck me, please.” Her smile brightens at your pleading. She moves her fingers back to your slit, her middle finger dipping into your cunt. She takes her time, watching you adjust to the new sensation while you gasp and writhe at the touch.

When you feel more adjusted, you nod to Mary. She takes that as a sign to continue, her finger dipping deeper into your cunt, until she is knuckles deep inside of you. You let out a breathe, her finger almost too much for you to handle. That’s until she begins to move her finger in and out, slightly curling it into your walls, trying to find that sweet spot inside of you.

Your sounds change from whimpers to full-blown moans. Your hands hold onto her, scratching her skin even more. She hisses at the pain wandering along her back, yet she does not mind. Instead, she tries to insert another finger inside of you. It takes a bit of time and adjustment until she is fucking you with two fingers. Your pussy squelching and tightening around her.

She leans in and kisses you while quickening her pace. Her other hand plays with your breasts for a while until she uses it to rub your clit. You’re in such bliss, that you can’t even focus on one thing anymore. It’s all too much. Her two fingers inside of you and the other stimulating your clit. Your peak comes closer.

She notices as well, speeding up her minestrations to try and make you cum. It doesn’t take long until your stomach clenches and the feeling of pure bliss rolling over you. Mary helps you through your orgasm, her speed slowing down with each second.

She smiles at you, looking at your fucked out forn laying on the bed. You’re so far gone that you can’t even process her kneeling down in front of your pussy and lapping at the essence you left. She moans at the taste. Your hand reaches for the sheets to grab, while she devours you. Not too long after she pulls away, her chin glistening with her own salvia and your essence. She has the biggest smile on her face that you have ever seen.

Mary leans in for another kiss, letting you taste yourself once again. You lick her lips and shoce your tongue inside of her mouth, eager for that taste she just had. Mary sighs into the kiss, slowly growing tired. You pull away and smile at her. She lies down beside you and takes you into her arms.

Mary drapes the blanket of the bed over the two of you and holds you close for some warmth and comfort. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to fall asleep, resting your tired minds and bodies.

The buzzing sound of the fluerecent lights is the only thing you can hear while the two of you rest in a place with probably no exit near.

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Author's Note: That is part two. I'm open to writing another part or writing another fanfic about Mary ´ཀ`

Part one: Meeting in a lost place

[sacredboundflesh]

THIS WAS SO GOOD???? I READ PART ONE TOO AND IM GLAD YOU CONTINUED

[pining-for-hot-therapist]

Mary Kline x female reader fanfic

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Misplaced attraction

part 2

here it is! as i’ve said this one is pretty tame, i’ll try to spice things up in the next chapters.

part 1 is here :)

you met again in the grocery store a few days later. the one you usually went to ran out of your favourite almond milk.

it was 8 pm already and with the milk in hand, you were just strolling around the store looking for something to eat, when you came face to face with her.

both of you stared at one another for a moment.

she wore a white loose blouse and grey sweatpants. she didn’t have any makeup on and you couldn’t take your eyes off her, in awe of her bare face, which you just saw for the first time.

a light blush tinted her cheeks, she didn’t expect to run into anyone she knew tonight, especially not you.

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it had been a particularly rough day for mary. it started with a pretty difficult therapy session, which had drained her to the bone, needing a few hours of respite before being able to do anything.

sometimes mary thought about her. how things were simpler with her around, not feeling so drained in her presence. but mary was scared of what she was feeling, she knew it was wrong and tried her best to repress it as best as she could. but after the day she had, she had a hard time repressing.

she thought about her eyes, her soft hands,

how her last name rolled of her tongue, her lips…

tonight mary didn’t have the energy to repress anything. so she decided drink some wine and indulge in her fantasies, after the day she had she deserved it no? to hell with what was wrong or right.

after her third glass she had emptied her bottle, but a certain someone still occupied her every thought, so to the store she went. another bottle couldn’t hurt, it was friday after all.

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“oh nice to see you y/n.”, she quickly said, avoiding eye contact as much as possible, probably ashamed to be perceived in such a vulnerable state. she hoped you wouldn’t notice her being drunk.

“dr. kline, what a surprise.“, you gave her a quick smile. you tried your best not to stare, but desperately failed. this version of her was certainly doing things to you. you had never seen her like that, nor ever thought you would.

“oh please y/n, call me mary, we aren’t in the cabinet right now.” she insisted.

“ah yes true, my bad dr. kl- eh mary.”

hearing you say her first name gave her unexpected goosebumps. in her tipsy state, mary didn’t know how to handle the interaction. she didn’t know what to say, where to look.

you noticed the bottle in her hand, “big plans for tonight?”, you joked.

“you could say that yes”, she chuckled. getting wine drunk alone on her couch watching TV would’ve certainly been the highlight of her day, well, before she saw you.

~

mary had always been pretty lonely. what happened in her past often haunted her and prevented her to focus on anything else than her job. maybe it wasn’t so weird then, that the person she was interested in was part of it as well. but of course she would never really admit it to herself or, god forbid, even act on it. as a therapist she held the responsibility to look out for the safety of her patients… ‘patient’ she couldn’t believe that out of all people in the world, she had fallen for one of her patients.

to her defence, the way you looked at her made it really hard for her not to give into her feelings.

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both of you walked around for a bit, trying to make conversation. you could tell that mary may have already had a drink or two by the way she moved, stumbling around, never placing one foot properly in front of the other. you noticed her staring at many different things in the store, seemingly captivated by her environment. you thought it was cute and silently chuckled at the scene. she didn’t seem to notice.

“i’ve never seen you here, do you live nearby?”, mary asked, lifting one of her eyebrows.

“oh no, the store i usually go to ran out of the thing i like”, you said lifting up the bottle in your basket.

while answering you noticed mary being off-balance. you quickly stepped forward to hold her arm, not wanting her to fall over.

she looked at you, not expecting your touch. she quickly stood up straight again. looking down at the floor, light smile on her lips, pinkish hue covering her cheeks once more. you weren’t sure if it was because of your action or the alcohol, which you could suddenly smell on her.

mary slowly got back up again, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her 3 wine glasses clearly going to her head.

“you want to come to over?”, the look she gave you made you feel some type of way, your face instantly heating up. her mouth was slightly agape, her eyes a darker shade of brown than usual, looking you slowly up and down until she finally met your eyes. it made you shiver.

you didn’t know what to say, after all, she was still your therapist. was this allowed? or was this even a good idea, you were sure it wasn’t. why would she propose something like that? was she really this drunk? maybe you should say yes, just to walk her home, it was getting late.

seeing you hesitate, mary got a sudden wave of embarrassment. maybe she shouldn’t have asked, she must’ve gotten taken away.

“i- eh, why don’t i walk you home.”, you smiled at her.

she just nodded and both of you walked to the register.

[sacredboundflesh]

I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THIS YES

[romanticria]

dating mary kline headcanons ...

━╋ mary kline × female reader 18+ and fluff.

Mary always lived a simple and organized life, so if you brought more spontaneousness and fun activities she would have to learn how to get used to that but she would love it. You make her more adventurous, but she also brings calmness to your life. As much as she loves when you drag her into a pottery lesson that turns out terrible because you two were awful at doing them, she also loves when you two are at home, watching a movie and drinking tea.

She had a hard time telling you about her childhood trauma, how her mother didn't let them out of the house, completely paranoid that there was something trying to get her. It wasn't something that she told you right away, but when you listened attentively to her and comforted her, she knew she made the right choice. 

Waking up before Mary and gently getting out of her embrace, heading to the kitchen to make her breakfast. When she wakes up she misses your touch, and sighs thinking you already left for work. But she hears sounds coming from the kitchen while she walks towards it, and smiles finding you making pancakes. She wraps her arms around your waist and nuzzles her chin on top of your head. 

She loves the domestic moments you two have. Making dinner together, going grocery shopping, each one reading a book on the couch, cleaning the house... she just loves this moments, as simple as they are.

If you're shorter than her, she absolutely loves it. She's a tall woman, she's used to being taller than the average woman, but god- when you look up at her, it makes her feel something she had never felt before. 

While she's a therapist, she always tried to not go all therapist on you. Especially when you're feeling down or tell her about your own problems/traumas. She wants to be there for you as your partner, and it could get quite unhealthy if she acted like a therapist with you. But she does have the knowledge, so sometimes she gives you advice, she comforts you and listens to you. 

Since it's the 90’s, you're not completely open. You live together, but no one knows. And when you go out to have dates, you always keep kisses and touches down, and hope people just think you're very good friends. People don't really question, since it's more normal that women have more emotional and physical friendships. 

One time, while in one of her sessions, a patient questioned a photo that was framed by her secretary. It was a photo of you two, very close, she tried to maintain calm, but felt her face warm, explaining it was her and one of her best friends. She told you and you laughed, teasing her about it. 

Talking about dates, Mary loves them. As I said, she's more simple, she prefers being home with you since she doesn't have to care about other people. But she loves going to a restaurant with you, having a nice dinner with some wine, in the low light while she touches your ankle with her shoe. Having picnics, going to museums, bookstores, cinema and theaters. 

Mary didn't think she was a physical touch kind of person, but as the relationship progressed she realized… she kind of was. She felt safe with you, you brought her comfort no person had ever brought. So, she felt drawn to you, to hug you, kiss you, and simply hold your hand. But she also loves quality time, you two can do nothing but as long as you are together Mary is fine.

Now, in terms of intimacy, I think Mary is a switch. She loves to give, absolutely loves it, but she also needs to receive. She's very gentle, I don't think she likes it rough, she prefers passionate and sweet moments. She loves to tease you, she really does, but when you do it to her? she gets so shy and begs you to get to the point. 

She falls asleep very easily after, grabbing your body and moving you towards her so she can hold you while you two fall asleep. But most of the time she gets water, and caresses you, telling you how good of a job you did with a teasing smile. She also loves these moments, when you're very vulnerable and intimate with each other.

[grace-and-glory]

i needed motivation

[sacredboundflesh]

Thought I had but like I love how I'll write a fic or see one of my moots post one and like the same community of people will like support them and me and I just want to note that.

[sacredboundflesh]

You've got me girl on the run around.⋆♱

sugar mommy! Mary Kline x sugar baby! Fem reader

Synopsis: Miss Kline had never been one for small talk, to put it simply she functioned without really getting to know people. That was until she met you.

Sugar mommy au where you two meet at a party and Mary develops an interest in you

I'm sorry for the delay I've been dealing with mental health issues

The synopsis is short bcs like how do I describe this...?

One shot for my indulgence (so far)

Reader is 21 while Mary is about 40

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You were stuck at another party for your father's company. The events main reason for being hosted was to make it easier for your father to chat up investors who would promote his business. Of course you were stuck going, your dad has given you a lecture about how you were to inherit it someday, so people needed to see the next fresh face to know it's future. You didn't want his company, the whole thing was based in technology and e-commerce. Nothing about it was how you wanted to spend your life.

You found yourself drifting from conversation to conversation, not getting deep enough into any which one to really stay chatting with that one person. After a particularly nerve wracking convo with a handsy investor you made your way out to the balcony. The cool night air felt nice on your hot, clammy skin as you slipped a pack of cigarettes out of your bra. You went to go light it, but could not find a lighter to do it with. Suspecting it fell out, you leaned against the railing, about five seconds from a mental breakdown.

"Need a light?"

From the other side of the balcony patio came a voice, one that was gentle and smoky. You felt foot steps approach as woman emerged from the dark. She was breathtaking to put simply, dressed in a sleek black dress with a white, fur coat hanging off the shoulders. Her hair was kept up in a messy bun, a pin sliding through it. She kept walking until she was about one foot away from you, holding out her hand to give you a lighter.

" Thanks."

You offered her a slight smile, before holding the cigarette to your lip and lighting the other end. As you took a drag, the woman spoke.

"I recognize you, oh you're the daughter of the companies ceo right? Excuse me for the question, you must get that alot huh?"

You raised your eyes to hers, the older woman studying you with a slight smile. The way she asked you didn't seem like it held any malicious intent, no desire for pocket money. She had asked you to ask. You nodded.

"You caught me, than again it was obvious wasn't it? I'm featured in most photos, magazines.."

You spoke with disinterest, you never were one for the limelight, atleast when it came to being one of the representatives for a company you didn't even want to be a part of.

"You can call me Mary, I know you so it's only fair you know me."

She winks at you playfully, whatever rich arrogance she had before seemingly gone. You can't help but smile, one of the genuine ones you only flash every once in awhile.

"Mary...I like it."

She watches you roll her name around on your tongue, chuckling as you make a goofy face. You two end up making easy conversation for quite a bit getting to know eachother. You learn that she is the owner of her own company, one that makes millions, and that she doesn't live in the city but rather in a beach side home off the coast of a beach in the area. She had come to this party as an old friend of your mom's, which made alot of sense given that your dad invited anybody that had affiliations with the family. Only thing that didn't make sense is that your mom had never spoke of her, and she had passed almost five years ago.

It didn't matter much to you though. Mary seemed thoughtful, reserved. She wasn't asking to many questions, but just the right amount to keep a conversation. You found yourself slouching against the rail, focused on her every word. It had been quite some time sense you truly wanted to entertain someone, and it seemed that her too had not held this kind of connection is quite a while.

The party lasted deep into the night. You watched patrons become more drunk over time. A waiter comes up to the two of you looking absolutely exhausted.

"Care for a drink?"

Mary nods towards the waiter, a smile plastered on her lips.

"A Bourbon Cream & Coconut would be fine."

The waiter looks defeated, because obviously the drink is not on the tray provided.

"I'll have that right away Miss Kline."

Did you hear that right? Miss Kline. You had heard of her, she was a multi millionaire, owning one of the biggest companies in the area. You knew she looked familiar, she was plastered on billboards and featured in magazines.

"Miss Kline huh?"

Mary shrugs, not offering any energy towards the question. You two sit in an awkward silence, before Mary nudges your shoulder with her own.

"Say we go out sometime? Just the two of us."

She faces you completely, her body closer to you than it was before. You can smell her, the scent of vanilla and honey making you dizzy. The only thing that's grounding you from falling over is her gold locket necklace occasionally swaying. Mary reaches her hand up and brushes a stray hair from your head.

"(Y/n) you in there? I didn't scare you right?"

She teases you, guiding you up from slouching by placing her hand on the small of your back and pressing you forward. Your breath hitches slightly, not expecting the contact. Mary speaks, soft and smoky.

"Besides a pretty girl like you doesn't look like she has much to do, now does she?"

You get trapped under Mary's gaze, like she's gaging you, testing you to see what you say or do next. It feels strange but also comforting to be seen. If you had told yourself at age sixteen you'd be stuck at a investor party being humored by an older, attractive woman you would have giggled and not took much thought to the sentiment, after all this was kind of your dream.

You offer Mary a shy smile before nodding your head.

"I wouldn't mind, we will just have to set something up right?"

You released a breath you didn't even realize you had been holding. Mary grins, obviously like she approves of the answer, and gives you a little space to breathe.

"Sounds like a date."

The waiter comes back, Mary's drink set on his tray. Mary takes the drink, before sliding a few extra dollars into the waiters coat pocket. He smiles before hurriedly exiting, obviously being called over by another patron. Mary takes a sip before offering it out to you.

"Try some, it's not half bad."

She doesn't hand you the glass, instead having you sip from it by holding the glass up to your lips. You lock eyes with her as you do so, your cheeks heating up.

"Not half bad at all."

Mary raises a brow before presenting an airy laugh to the statement.

"You have taste, but than again I'm not to surprised especially given your backround."

Eventually the party comes to a close, you can tell due to the large amount of attendees hollering and shuffling around drunk, trying to get to the door. Mary had taken your arm, using it to balance herself. She seemed a tad bit tipsy, not that you were shocked. She had indulged herself on plenty more drinks after her first initial one. Mary and you made your way down to the entrance, before stopping outside the door.

"It was truly a good time we had, stay in touch darling?"

She hands you a note, a number scrawled across it. Before you have time to react you feel a peck to your cheek, before Mary has disappeared into the night. You're left with so many questions and feelings, holding your cheek like the kiss might fade if you remove your hand.

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I will be making a part two okay bcs yes but I needed to pump smth out.

Yes I am aware it's short and lacks alot of tension but it will live up to its name

[dustslut]

ᴄᴏᴡʙᴏʏꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ. ᛪ༙. nikki freeman x fem!reader

warning(s): no wish au, set in college, reader is a med student, smoking, drinking, angst (it gets worse before it gets better,) friends to lovers, both nikki and reader are idiots, semi-smut (but nothing too explicit,) happy ending(?)

index: When your heart's in someone else's hands

Their wish is your command

You're not to blame

Everyone's the same

YOUR BACK LEANED against the concrete ridged walls of the campus center building, just on the side out of view from the students that entered and exited the front glass doors as it were finals season and everyone was either going to study, coming from studying, or getting more coffee to study. you on the other hand? you were on your third cigarette of the day, the half empty malboro pack in the pocket of your adidas sweatpants being proof of stress.

you wish you could say it were stress from finals, that’d be much better than the actual truth of the matter. but you hadn’t studied in days and honestly you didn’t care to. your mind was a whirlpool of heartache and question that burdened you so much lately you couldn’t even concentrate on the stupid cartoons you loved to watch after smoking two joints after a shift at the campus cafe.

in other words, or in more matters you never thought you’d find yourself in such a predicament. you’d never had a thing for relationships or love, not that you were one of those sad wannabe philosophical fuckers who ran around with the corny ‘fuck love’ saying plastered over them but in a way that you just didn’t care for it much, definitely not after having to grow up watching your parents go at each others necks almost everyday until they eventually got divorced and your father moved two states away with only one call a week with your name on it.

you didn’t understand, and often wondered what was it about love that made people so crazy. was it that people often got love and infatuation mixed up? sure it could be that, especially in today’s world where everyone your age was getting relationship advice off of tiktok and fake love spells to bring their ex-lovers back. or maybe people were scared to be alone. you could understand that to an extent as you know how lonely the world can get, feeling like the gaping hole.

you mean, what was the point of the saying ‘if you love something, set it free?’ when no one ever let what they loved go? not truly anyways. maybe it was the societal collection of being scared of change. scared of what it meant to not be by someone’s side anymore? or the other side of the coin where someone is too afraid to let someone ago, rather go through the arguments and fights just for the sake of being too scared to see the person you love change.

you don’t know, and maybe you never would. not those parts anyways. but what you do know is, you have scientifically and fundamentally fallen in love with someone you could never truly have. it felt like walking on a thin sheet of ice that layered over a lake in the depths of a cold winter, but still knowing the risks you walked, no, you ran over it anyways.

it was never supposed to be like this, it started off as one stupid drunk kiss between two lifelong friends that went untouched and un-talked about for weeks until one of you broke and demanded to know what it meant, then well that turned into a more heated kiss that turned into stolen ones and left untouched words, that turned into touched bodies with even more hollow words and the more physical and hollow things got, without you even noticing you became just as hollow as the unspoken words, if not more.

and not because things weren’t exclusive and labeled but because it made you realize you had loved and been in love with someone who was supposed to be nothing more than a childhood best friend to you for so long you became blind to it and when you could finally see it, it didn’t seem like she wanted anything more than your body because for whatever reason, she started to push you away the more you lie down together.

and for whatever reason the only times you seemed to hangout lately was at shitty frat parties where she ditched you and you had to find her lip locked with random guys; the same thing that started the first ever real argument you two have ever had. sure, when you were kids you’d fight over who got to play with the coolest barbie but this? last friday? last friday was different.

you were only trying to help, you swear you weren’t being a jealous asshole, even if your eyes were a green as the hulk—she was just way too drunk, more than normal, probably the drunkest you’d ever seen her. so, when you seen her stumbling upstairs with some douchey frat guy you had to intervene. you didn’t yell, you didn’t try to claim her, you simply just rushed over to her and asked if she wanted to go home to which she laughed in your face and bitterly declined. then you turned to the guy and told him she was way to drunk to do anything, asking him was he really that low of a dude to take advantage of a drunk girl.

the moment happened too fast, you didn’t even remember all of it but the parts you do remember is him swinging on you after your third attempt to get her to not go with him and you dodging it, to which he tried again to punch you and not landing it before you took a swing, two to be exact and those two right hooks knocked him cold out on the stairs. you didn’t expect her to thank you, but to start yelling at you? that was a whole other thing—a whole other side you’d never seen directed towards you.

why would you do that?! i can make my own decisions! i don’t need you to save me—you know, i don’t even know why you’re here because i don’t want you here! stop following me around like a lost puppy!

if there’s anything you remember from last friday, it’s those words that she had spat at you.

“those are bad for you.” you exhale a deep breath at the familiar voice that rounded the corner of the direction of the side of the building in which you were placed.

“yeah, well…” you shrug. “finals season you know?”

“you haven’t come to a single study session this week.” the girl now comes into full view, standing in view of the trash bins you had been aimlessly staring at the last ten minutes.

“hi, sarah. how was your day?”

her head tilts and she gives you an unamused look, “don’t change the subject. where have you been? i haven’t seen you at all this week.”

your eyes roll in a playful manner, “js’ busy.”

“busy? cut the shit. why are you being so vague with me? are you a fucking secret spy for the government or something?”

“sarah, i—” your mouth opens and closes. “i just haven’t been feeling good.”

“soo, go to the doctor? or better yet, you’re literally studying to be a doctor, take care of yourself maybe?”

you groan, running your hand over your face.

“i don’t have time for a lecture, sar. how’d you even know where i was?”

“i pass on sidewalk on the way to the dorms, genius. i seen you standing over with your cancer sticks yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that.”

wordlessly, you take one last hit of the stub of a cigarette before throwing it to the ground and pressing the heel of your foot on it.

“what’s going on? you’re obviously not sick. i mean, you didn’t even come to trivia night last week.”

your eyes graze over her face, meeting her concerned gaze. “i’m just not feeling social, i don’t know.”

“y/n, i’m your friend. i’ve known you since like eighth grade. i know when something’s wrong with you.”

“you wouldn’t understand. it’s not something—i can’t talk about it.”

“okay, so, why haven’t you talked to nikki? you always talk to nikki. you’re closer with her than anyone.”

nikki freeman.

the very thing you can’t talk about. the very reason you’ve been standing at the same spot all week huffing down three cigarettes.

before all this you would say she was an ever-so quick witted, determined, literary buff. or you’d say she was the girl you had known since you were five years old, the girl whom you got into your first fist fight for; defending her against some bullies during third grade recess. the same girl who made fun of you and pushed you around but would kill anybody if they even bumped into by accident. the girl you managed to beat at every single video you played together.

all of it, you were sure all of your memories included her. nikki was your childhood best friend. there wasn’t a single thing you did without her—well until you started to act in un-platonic ways, realized you’d been in love with her, and she completely freezed you out without an explanation to why.

“she’s busy with finals, i don’t wanna bother her.” the lies rolls off your tongue so unconvincingly.

“she took her last final monday.”

“okay well,” you cross your arms. “she needs rest. she’s been studying hard.”

you have no idea if she’s been studying hard or not. you had not talk to the first for a week and two days.

“when did you become such a lair?”

“what?”

“what’s going on? i know you two got into a fight last friday, what was it about?”

“who told you that?”

sarah rolls her eyes, “bear. he said nikki called him drunk out of her mind and needed a ride. he said when he picked her up that nikki was just going on and on about you.”

“what’d she say about me?”

“i don’t know, i—something about you being jealous and ruining her fun. what’s that about?”

“i am not—i was not jealous—” you catch yourself before getting rilled up. “look, nikki was drunk and someone tried to get in her pants, i was just trying to help and she…”

“that’s stupid. you and nikki have been friends for how long? get over it.”

you look at sarah like she had just offended every emotion and bone in your body.

“i am over it.”

“good. so that means you’re coming to trivia night tonight?”

“what? no.”

“why not? you just said you’re over it.”

“i—” once against your mouth opens and closes as you try to buy time on what to say.

“i have to study.”

“jesus christ, y/n, i swear to god if you tell me one more lie.”

“why does it matter to you so much, sarah?”

it her turn to look at you like you had offended her, “well, i’m sorry for caring about you. you wanna be left alone so bad i’ll go, but when you need someone after you’re done sulking don’t call because i tried.”

she goes to turn to walk away but you hastily grab her arm.

“sarah, wait.”

“what, y/n? this conversation is getting nowhere, i’m running in circles trying to make sure you’re okay.”

“i—" you purse your lips. “i’m sorry. i just…”

“it’s complicated okay? i…fuck. i made a promise and that promise includes not talking about what’s going on with me. i’m not trying to shut you, or ian, or even bear out, okay? i wish i could talk to you because i really need you right now, all of you but i’d rather look like the asshole than…”

she’s quiet for a moment, her eyes searching your despaired face. she notices the slight bags under your eyes, the look in them that showed drainage and tiredness.

“you didn’t say nikki.”

“what?”

“when you said you’re not trying to shut us out, you didn’t mention nikki.”

licking your lips before they purse, “yeah…nikki too.”

“is this about nikki? this is more than a stupid fight isn’t it? you and nikki never fight. disagree? sure. but fight?”

in this moment you can feel yourself breaking down, the shell you had become over the course of the past month cracking before your eyes. you wanted to get away from this conversation but another part of you wanted to leap into it, better yet leap into sarah’s arms and sob to her how you don’t recognize the girl you had been so inseparable with.

“what’s this promise about? nikki, would never make you promise something that would break you.”

“but she did, sarah!” your voice slightly raises and the microscopic confession feels like a breath of fresh air.

“she kissed me! and i kissed her! and we slept together and she knows i love her but she doesn’t feel the same! she only sees me like a friend and a body! but she’d rather treat me cruel than to lose me and i can’t take this shit anymore! i promised her i wouldn’t tell anyone what was going on between us…”

“you wanna watch a movie or are you too drunk?” nikki jokes, kicking your foot as she stepped over them to take a seat on the couch placed in the middle of the dorm’s living room.

it was the first friday of may and the weather had just begun to give hope to people after the nasty winter air that was over the skies not too long ago, so of course on a college campus it was a call for a party.

and a party there was. it was packed, you’d almost say half of the campus was there. people were either drunk or high or both. people danced, played beer bong, made out, went to some random room to have sex. it was the whole nine, like a movie.

of course you and nikki went to the party, along with your whole shared friend group besides bear, who had mysteriously been locked up inside his house the past few days.

you came, you saw, and you conquered.

you don’t normally drink, not much anyways but when ian dared you and nikki to a drinking contest you caved and that’s how you found yourself completely buzzed in the back of an uber with your best friend that took you back to your dorm.

“only if i get to the pick the movie, i am not watching that eternal sunshine movie for the one zillionth time.”

laughing she pushes your shoulder in a playful manner, “we have not watched it a zillion times…maybe a million but definitely not zillion.”

“nikki,” you give her a look. “every time it’s your turn to pick the movie for movie nights you pick eternal sunshine, you always go on about how it’s a real love story and not some crappy romance—whatever that means.”

“a love story is—”

“understanding the connection, it’s about internal fear, yeah, yeah—i’ve heard this analysis a million times from you.”

“ok, asshole,” she turns to you, placing her arm on the couch and bending it to place her face in the palm of her hand.

“you think you’re a smarty pants because you’re a doctor.”

“i’m not a doctor…yet.”

“yeah, yet. but you will and when you are you’ll kiss all my boo-boos—”

“don’t be an asswipe.” you joke, plucking her forehead.

“ow!”

“that did not hurt.”

“yes it did,” she rubs her forehead. “now you definitely have to kiss my boo-boo.”

“boo-boo? what are you, five?”

“as a doctor you should not be inflicting pain and now that you have, you have to make it better.”

you give her a look, “you are seriously gonna make me kiss your forehead?”

“mhm.” she nods. “or you could buy me fries, you know i get hungry when i’m drunk.”

“i’m not buying you anything. i have leftovers in the fridge.”

“well, i guess you’re kissing my very serious forehead injury that you caused.”

you lean up, pressing a plain kiss to the center of her forehead before leaning back and plucking it again.

“ow! see, now you have to kiss it again. i think you made the stitches come out.” she jokes.

“oh i am very sorry, ms. freeman. i am a well respected doctor and i can assure you i will take the best care of you wound.”

“well, thank you, dr. y/n. see i got this wound from my asshole friend, she shot me.”

you snort before continuing the joke, “ah is that right? because this looks like a serious pluck wound. you know, those are more serious than gun wounds.”

“ya don’t say?”

“yes, very serious and can only be treated with a kiss and a bandaid.”

the brunette laughs, “oh, doctor, please treat me!”

“of course,” you turn closer to the girl, your hands coming up to cup either side of her face before slowly bringing her forehead closer to your lips and gently placing a kiss in the spot where you had plucked her.

you softly move her back, still in close proximity with your hands in place. your eyes meeting her’s as you both are glossed with drunk, playful stares.

“all better?” you tone is soft and joking.

“much better.” she meekly says, her eyes never leaving yours.

and for a moment, for whatever reason, maybe because you were drunk, you stay in the position that you are even after the joke has died down and silence had become to lay between you two; the glint in nikki’s eyes changes, so does yours. for a moment she looks down at your lips and back at your eyes causing you to do the same, the tension making something feel uneasy in you so you try to pull away and she stops you, pulling you forward and crashing her lips right onto yours like the waves of the ocean crash onto the sand.

you don’t even think, you just kiss back. stern yet soft your lips move against her’s with her head between your hands and her hands gripped tight onto your shirt.

you had kissed a lot of people, in high school and certainly now, in college…you’d be surprised how may girls thought it was hot for someone to be in school to be a doctor. but that kiss. that kiss with nikki was different, to be the most dramatic, it was unlike any other kiss you had, had—even the serious kisses with past lovers. in that moment it felt so real. you didn’t know it then, but you know now that when your lips were against her’s, when her hands were clinging to you so tight as if you were going to disappear, why it made you feel like you were sinking and falling and skating into her was because you had been in love with her.

you and nikki didn’t talk about it for two weeks to be exact. you still hung out, you sent dumb tiktoks to each other, studied in the library, still teamed up together during trivia nights, though she didn’t jump into your arms to celebrate the win like she normally would before those events; she didn’t drag you along to the bar to get celebratory shots like she normally would. no, instead, she gave a two handed high five, before turning to bear, who would knowing go with her to rally more drinks. and you know it was childish that you two just drunkenly made out, fell asleep, and tried to act it was normal.

which, hey, maybe it was normal but not for you two. not when you two had known each other so long—it was like flipping a switch you couldn’t turn off. and you wanted to talk about it, you did. but when you woke up and she was gone, only a text on your phone from her saying ‘hey, sorry had class. hang later?’ you figured she didn’t want to talk about it. you chalked it up to her just being drunk.

and it hurt, sure it did. hurt like hell. but you were not going to push her and risk some damage.

you kept thinking about it all those two weeks. as soon as you woke up, with a pounding headache, you thought about it. first, you asked yourself did you dream the whole thing but you knew damn well you didn’t. then you thought about how soft her lips were, how she tasted, the way it felt to have her hands on your body that way. and then you wondered why she kissed you and what it meant? or why she left? but most of all, you thought about what feeling it emerged out of you the way lava emerges from a volcano.

you always had just seen nikki as the person closes to you, the person you could go to for anything and they would be there with no questions asked. she was the girl who you went to dating advice. she was the girl who you spent most of your time with, wasting away and doing aimless things. but now? it seemed she was more than that to you.

when you seen her the next day for trivia night, she went on and joked, and talked with you like everything was cool—like you didn’t make out passionately on your couch. she might have been cool but you were definitely not because when you looked at her, it started to make you nervous in a way you had never, ever, been around her.

but you had no choice put to push any and all twisted up feelings away because again, if she weren’t going to bring it up, why should you? well, until the thursday of the second week.

“you going to tomorrow’s party?” nikki rolls onto her belly, having been laying in your bed the last two and half hours as you helped each other study. you were placed on the floor, you back flat on the surface with books scattered around you and an open macbook.

“probably not, i really gotta study. there’s like sixty questions on one of my tests.”

she rolls her eyes, fixing her face in a pout. “you have to go. for me? please?”

“i’d love to, trust me. but i don’t plan on spending another eight years in college.”

“come on, you’re smart as hell, i’m sure you’ll have no problem passing finals.”

you push yourself with your hands, moving your body to sit up. “i am very smart, but this shits different than math or some shit, nik. i actually need to know this.”

“yeahhh but you also need to party with your best friend and enjoy your youth with her before you’re a serious doctor.”

a breathful laugh escapes your lips, “you are not persuasive as you think you are.”

swiftly, the girl moves off the bed and onto to the floor, now across from you. “what do i have to do to convince you?”

“create a machine that just zaps knowledge into my head and makes me remember it.”

a smile creeps onto her lips, “that can be arranged.”

“hey, don’t let me cramp your style. you should still go, i mean, aren’t ian, sarah, even bear going?”

“yeah but they’re not gonna dance with me. ian’s gonna have a flock of girls around him, sarah is gonna get drunk and psychoanalyze people, and bear, well we both know he’s gonna hover over my shoulder all night. you get drunk and dance with me.”

your purse your lips, pausing for a split second. the mention of being drunk with nikki making you thinking of the past events.

“i only get drunk with you on special occasions—or when i’m dared.” you point.

she leans slightly closer, not enough to make you dizzy, but still closer. “well, y/n, i dare to get drunk with me tonight.”

your eyes flicker to her’s, another pause. you’re trying to think, really think or maybe not think. whatever. you’re trying to shake the flash memory of her lips on yours so desperately and the heavy breathes that escape from her mouth.

“i don’t think we should get drunk together.” it was supposed to come off as joke but fails miserably.

“why not?”

“i—” you tear your gaze from her face, to the wall.

“i just don’t.”

“you don’t wanna drink with me and dance? you loving dancing, no matter how hard you try to act like you don’t.”

“nikki, i—“ your mouth opens and closes. “are we gonna talk about it?”

you can her jaw clench and release. the glint in her eyes changing from playful to something that is unreadable.

“talk about what?”

you were about to burst open.

“…you know what. don’t make me say it.” you tone is just above meek and vulnerable.

“why not?”

“it’s awkward.”

“it’s awkward?”

“yeah, it’s awkward, nikki. you’re my best friend.”

fuck. she leans just a little closer.

“so, would it be awkward if i kissed you again right now?”

immediately, your eyes flicker up to her’s. you look like a deer caught in headlights, yet the glint in your eyes in stern.

you don’t know what to say. it feels like some type of clock is ticking over you and the more you try to think of words to sputter out, the more your mind goes blink. you feel somewhere between trapped and lucid. so, she didn’t just kid you because she were drunk? or maybe she was drunk right now and you just didn’t know?

you go to open your mouth but then you feel her hands in a way you doubted you would feel again—her right hand reaches up, gripping the neck hem of you shirt and pulling to crash into her, better yet pulling your lips to crash into her’s and that’s exactly what happens; and somehow it’s better than the first time. it almost felt like you could feel it even more.

and you don’t want to, but you pull away—because you know you should.

“nikki, we need to talk.”

“you don’t wanna kiss me?”

“i do, i mean, fuck—i do wanna kiss you but…this is…unusual for us, i mean…i—i’m trying to understand. shit, nik, i’ve known you for forever and we’ve always been just friends so, when you kissed me last time it—i don’t know why it did or how it made me feel and i’m not saying it made me feel bad but it definitely made me feel something. i just—why are you kissing me all of the sudden?”

a second goes by that she is silent.

“you’re right, y/n. we’ve known each other for forever, we spend most of our time together…i don’t know, i can’t exactly say i have feelings for you but when we were joking around and your were holding my face and we were really close, for a split second the thought of kissing crossed my mind and i don’t think i would’ve actually did if i weren’t drunk; you know drunk courage and all but i did…and i didn’t not like it.”

“….so, you kissed me because you were drunk?”

her hands comes up and rubs her face as she lets out a hollowed exhale, “no, not entirely. i mean, i meant it when i kissed you. i’ve thought about kissing you before, at one point i thought i had a crush on you when were like fourteen but i didn’t…i don’t know, i’m human, i think about kissing everyone from time to time but—look, it was an in the moment thing at first but damn…it felt really good. it felt like a big release to me, you’re attractive, y/n, it’s no secret. and you’re my closes friend.”

“…i…i liked it too. i just—you left and you didn’t say anything about it so i figured it was just stupid drunk shit, but it wouldn’t be terrible if you kissed me again.”

“good because i’m going to it again and this time don’t pull away.”

looking back, sure the first kiss was the first drop of rain but the second one was the first swirl in the hurricane. you say this because the first kiss could be ignored but the second one? it demanded attention like britney spears’ hair change in 2007. it started a routine of your hangouts turning into more kisses, it made you know what it felt like to have your best friend’s hands on the back of your neck as she pulled you closer for a deeper taste of your lips.

fundamentally, everything was changed. nikki, she was longer the girl who dorkily old literature no one has ever heard of, she was longer the girl you once pranked by shaking her sodas up, she was no longer the girl you’d seen through her ‘awkward phase’ but rather the girl who made you stare at her with a twinkle in your eyes that was most definitely more than friendly; she was the girl who you knew her lips sometimes tasted like cherries or french vanilla depending on what chapstick she were wearing.

no longer just someone you loved and held closer dearly but someone you were in love with.

and though you didn’t say it, you knew she knew it deeply and pushed it away without pushing you away, at first anyways. you weren’t an idiot, you seen the way she went back to being your friend when you stared too long or when you were around other people, especially your friends.

but what really confirmed it, what really stung was what she said after the first time it went further than just a kiss.

friday night and you had passed your first final, so obviously you were going to party hard.

you, ian, sarah, nikki, and even bear, this time, had been placed at yet another infamous campus frat party. ian was leaned against some girl as they shamelessly made out on the couch. sarah crushing a game of beer bong, beat was standing in the kitchen with a red solo cup in hand as he awkwardly declined a girl’s advances.

you and nikki? well, she was a little past tipsy and you were buzzed from a joint, so of course you were both off in some random room with the door locked, making out on the bed.

you sat up against the headboard with nikki straddling your lap. your hands ran up her body with delicate haste and her’s scraped through your hair. the music boomed downstairs but the real music to your ears were the soft groans that left her lips. and sure the bed was a comfy one, blanket soft, but nothing was softer than the skin of the stomach that your hands ran over.

her lips move to your cheek up to your ear and down to your neck. you can’t help but groan when she teases you with a bite before sucking the same spot softly. you don’t even care if she leaves a mark, in fact you wish for her to leave as many as she pleases.

“i’ve never heard you moan before,” she speaks into your neck before going back to kissing it.

“you’ve never had a reason to.”

“yeah, well, it’s hot.”

your hands continue to work her body, running up and down as if it were cold all around and her body was the fire to keep you warm. you move them up, fingers grazing over the lace bra you hoped she wore just for you.

you want to do it so bad, you fingers over the clasps but you’re scared. a heated make out is on thing, but fucking your best friend, well that’s a whole other thing that definitely and surely can’t nor won’t be undone.

“do it. take it off.” her hands throw themselves onto your shoulder and she lifts her head to look directly in your eyes.

“nikki, i—are you sure?”

“you’ve already got like two hickies on your neck, what’s the point of having the proof that you did something without actually doing it?”

“you—you wanna…?”

“do you want to?”

“i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable and i don’t wanna ruin…”

her teeth sink into the skin of her bottom lip, “y/n, i wanna do it. i want you to touch me,”

she surprises you when she grabs your hand and makes you cup her boob.

“it’s not going to make me uncomfortable and it’s not going to ruin our friendship, even if it did, we are past the point of some kind of destruction.”

you look up at her with a lost puppy daze, wordless, hand on her right boob.

“so, take my bra off,” she kisses your cheek.

“and then take my shirt off,” your ear.

“and then kiss my neck,” she nips your ear with her teeth.

“and then kiss me here,” her lips move to your jaw as she squeezes your hand around her chest area.

“and then kiss—”

desire pushed you to grab her face, pulling her in a hungry kiss and grunting into it you as your lips clash. immediately, you opened your mouth, begging her for more; all while you undo the hook of your bra with one hand causing an aching moan to escape her open lips, sending vibrations into you.

the atmosphere of the room felt like ice and fire all at once. one single room with just you two in a way you’d never been and never, ever, thought you would be filled each of your stomachs with butterflies; as you both flipped and kissed. before you knew her clothes were off and so were yours, she was on top of you and than underneath you. before you knew, you had figured out when it felt like to have you fingers in her mouth and other places across her body, you had figured out what it felt like to have her say your name in a lustful way and beg for more of you.

you know that feeling when you reach the peak high you’ve never felt before, it feels like a euphoria you could only ever feel through immerse innocent and cluelessness? well that’s what it felt like when nikki’s body were pressed to yours, her nails in your hair, mouth near your ear telling you to never stop touching her the way you were. that’s what it felt when the noise from down stairs seemed to all fade away by the lewd noises you both made together.

it was all around intoxicating and there was nothing that could ever stop it now—this was it. no return point. the night that was the start of something so shallow, yet so deep and fierce that it scared the oceans and deserts.

“you look like a kid at the candy store.” nikki teases, laid on her side in her now ruffled clothes, arm propped up with her head rested on her head as she gaze at you, who were laid back staring at the ceiling with a wide smile.

“you would be too if you were me.”

“shut up.” she jokingly pushes you head with her free hand.

“you think they’re looking for us?”

“ian and sarah probably not, bear, yes.”

you let out a laugh, mind going to the guy you were friends with for unknown reasons. “i think he’d kill himself if he seen us right now.”

“god, don’t say that.”

“what?” you move to sit up, pressing your back against the random bed’s headboard. “he’s so obvious it hurts. he’s always staring at you with that puppy dog look, at your beckoning call.”

she can’t help but to scoff, “he means well.”

“define well.”

“okay, he’s a nice guy. he’s a little—well, he’s a wreck but he’s my friend—he’s our friend and so what he has a little crush?”

rolling your eyes, “little?”

“what? are you jealous or something?” in an instant, nikki’s playful demeanor seems to flip to something annoyed and slightly serious.

“what? no, i’m just teasing is all.”

“good.”

“good?”

“yes, good. we’re friends, y/n—”

“i know that.”

you watch as she moves her position, leaning up as you had done. “ok…well, i don’t think we should really tell anyone about this.”

you face begins to scrunch into something offended hurt but you quickly catch it, clearing you throat and allowing your eyes to move to pace around the room, away from her face.

“i mean, i didn’t exactly plan on it but, like, why are you saying it like you regret it or something?”

this time she’s one to roll her eyes, followed by a slight scoff she tries to pass off as playful but fails miserably. “it’ll just make things weird between the friend group and everything, and like you said bear’s head would explode and i don’t wanna hurt the guy.”

“so, what? you and bear have something going on too—”

“god, no—y/n let’s just keep this between us. please?”

“ok, yeah sure.” you purse your lips.

“thanks,” she utters. “we should head back downstairs soon.”

“you go, i’ll catch up…so no one gets suspicious or anything.”

you lean your head back, eyes closing as you feel a small knot of relief untangled inside and out of your body as you let what’s been pint up inside you spill past your lips to sarah; who held an unreadable expression at your confession.

“i fucking knew it.”

“what?” you lean up.

“i knew you and nikki had a thing for each other! ian owes me twenty bucks.”

“what are you talking about? you and ian bet on us?”

she rolls her eyes, adjusting the books in her arms. “you do realize you and nikki act like a couple right? why do you think bear hates you so much? it’s not just because you’re closer to her than any of us.”

“we do not act like a couple. you’re saying this like we’ve been sneaking around—all of this is new…it’s new for me, for her, for us. okay?”

“god, y/n,” she scoffs. “you get nikki coffee every morning, walk her to class, meet up with her after class—for fucks-sake she has a bin full of clothes at your place.”

“that doesn’t mean anything,” you shake your head, arms crossing over your chest.

“i’ve known her my whole life, it makes sense we’re so close.”

“you’re oblivious. nikki has been into you for forever and vice versa. it does mean something when you can’t go a day without seeing or talking to each other—you sit at cassall’s and study just to be with her.”

“ok even if that were true,” you squint your eyes, body language clearly holding fences. “it doesn’t matter anymore—she doesn’t want to see or talk to me for whatever fucked up reason.”

“you’re too smart to be this stupid.”

“you wanted me to open up to you, and now you’re insulting me? thanks sarah, i feel sooo better.”

she huffs, “she’s scared, y/n! you do realize that right? she’s doesn’t hate you, god, you scare her. the idea of you scares her. when have you ever seen nikki in a relationship? one that lasted more than a month anyways? you’re the one person in her life she’s completely open with. you’re everything to her, especially considering the relationship she has with her family.”

“but she knows i’m not going anywhere! she knows how i feel about her, sarah. she’s not scared of me or whatever, she just doesn’t want to be with me in that way—in a serious way, and i get it but i thought she at least would care about me enough and have the respect to say it to my face. she’s been an asshole to me, she’s the one who kissed me in the first place.”

sarah leans back, pressing her body weight onto her left foot, she tilts her head slightly and moves the gaze of her eyes to look up and down your body; taking in your full appearance. she purses her lips and sighs before speaking.

“i can’t convince you to see what’s right in front of you, and i can’t convince you to come tonight but at least consider it?”

“i’m just not in the mood, sarah.”

“i just said consider it, we’re heading to the bar in about an hour.”

you bid your goodbyes and watch as she turns her heel, leading to leave in the direction she came from. letting her get a head start on her venture you make the same decision to leave your lonesome spot, trailing down the sidewalk that led to your dorm while deciding against have another cigarette on the way. thankfully your place was vacant of your roommate, allowing you to throw your keys on the kitchen counter and plop yourself down onto the couch, your back hitting the cushion with a soft thud.

—you wanted nothing more than to just fall asleep but after an hour of lying with your eyes closed you knew no rest was coming to you. your mind was too stuck in a loop of what sarah had said to you.

apart of you, maybe even most of you was just angry and bitter—you couldn’t fully see the notion that nikki was scared of deep intimacy with you; especially when you had both held a fair share of intimacy together, even before this shit show happened. yeah, some of what sarah said were true—you spent all your days, nights, and everything in between with nikki but that’s what you do when you’ve been friends for so long. it was normal you woke up every morning, thinking of nikki first, grabbing her an iced coffee and heading to her off campus apartment to walk her to class—even on the days when you didn’t have class. it was normal that after, you waited in the lecture hall for her and either went to work just sit with her or just took her back to your place.

it was completely normal that you held hands, cuddled, and sat way too close when you were just in a flow of conversation—it didn’t mean anything before her lip pressed against yours and became intoxicating. she was your nikki, the person you were closes to in all areas possible. so, how and in what way would she ever push you away for the sake of being even more close to you even that were even possible? and even if that were the case, nikki has never been one to hold back what’s on the tip of her tongue—she’d speak all of her mind; not deliberately hurt you.

and hurting you were, along with being angry and confused but you missed nikki—you wanted everything to be okay between you two even if it meant just sitting in awkward silence until one of you just started contagious laughing and never talking about things you had done that equaled more than just friendship. you’d rather have her in your life as a friend than not all—you didn’t want to think about what it meant to have a life that didn’t involve her—you couldn’t even envision it. it’s childish but you always thought you’d be those pair of best friends who when you’re forty have houses next to each other and your families are really close, dinners every night together—sitting on the porch with wine.

“fuck.” you groan, running your hands over your hand in some attempt to soothe your mind.

in the swirl of the pool that was running in your head you started to wonder if you should show up tonight. you knew nikki didn’t hate you—that’d be a little extreme. mad at you? sure. but hate was a stretch. as long as you’d known nikki, you’d never known her to flat out hate someone—even if she did, from time to time, talk to shit on persons she dislike. and how bad could it be really? at least she would ignore you entirely and at most she would recreate the scene of the incident at the party. and if anything that those two options would give you all the answer you need about where you stood with each other.

things couldn’t get anymore embarrassing than they already looked to be.

you reach into your right pocket, pulling your phone from it and swiping up to look under the do not disturb tab.

ian

you coming out tn?

sarah

did you even think abt it?

instagram

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your finger immediately hovers on the instagram notification but you decide against it, having avoided looking at anything she has posted of recently, especially a story post as she could see if you viewed it or not. uttering an annoyed ‘fuck this’ under your breath, you toss your phone to the side all while standing from the couch; you take the time to kick your shoes off finally and leave them by the centered coffee table. you just wanted to rest, that’s all you wanted to do, even if it were for thirty minutes—still, it was a moment you could have without having your mind constantly run on.

you had scanned the bathroom cabinet before grabbing two tylenol pm’s, pairing them with the single beer that was left in the fridge—your roomate was still nowhere to be found, which was normal considering she spent most of her time at her boyfriend’s place; and you definitely didn’t ming at all. you take your spot back on the couch, popping the two pills into you mouth and taking a swig of the bud-lite before sitting back, resting one arm over your eyes and the other lazily on your chest.

—it didn’t take long for the tylenol to kick in, allowing you to rest, maybe around ten to fifteen minutes before you were out cold—well, maybe with the help of the beer too.

it was peaceful for a little while, your body and mind completely at rest, no worry of what’s been consuming you. you’d probably been sleep for about an hour and a half before a knock came at the door. the first two caused you to stir a little but didn’t wake up. then the third came causing you to open and close your eyes with little recollection that someone was actually knocking. it was until they became loud on the fourth try that your eyes shot open, immediately annoying you. your first instinct isn’t even to get up and check who it, no, you reach for your phone that you’d been clueless lying on and click it on to check the time—elven on the dot. you take into account the two missed calls from sarah before disregarding them for the agitating knocking that wouldn’t stop.

“i’m coming!” you shout, your feet lazily moving towards the door.

yanking the door open, “what?”

you were prepared to give an attitude to whomever were disturbing you at this hour, assuming it might be your roomate or sarah but when you’re meet with familiar glossed brown eyes you halt; feeling the wind knock out, waking you on sight like the feeling when you abruptly sober up out of nowhere.

“are you gonna let me in?” by the way her words are slurred and eyes are dazed you can tell she’s drunk.

“i—what are you doing here? how’d you get here?”

“an uber,” attitude is thick in her tone and her eyes roll in an obnoxious way. “can i come in or not?”

pursing your lips, you step aside and she takes steps as careful as she can into the doorway, allowing you to close it before facing her. your eyes wander over her face, teeth sinking into the side of your cheek as you take the time to notice the slight bags under her eyes covered by concealer and her body language that was unfamiliarly closed off to you with her hands in her pockets as she swayed slightly side to side, eyes averting around your place and back to you in a sequence motion—no matter how hard she tried to hide the fact that she were nervous, it miserably failed partly due to the fact that she were under the influence but also because you knew her too well.

it was silent for a moment as you tried to come up with something to at least say—this position was unfamiliar territory. you’d never been scared, confused, or angry to be in the same proximity as nikki, let look at or talk to her. your heartbeat was slightly unpaced and you could feel your body anxiously shaking. do you speak first? do you cry? do you yell? it’s hard to pinpoint what to do when you have so many emotions that it’s hard to tell what or how you’re even feeling; especially when you didn’t expect her to show up, breaking the silence first—plus, you don’t even know for-sure why she’s here. it’s almost like trying to running a marathon along rollercoaster track rails; she’s the rail and you’re the runner…or maybe she’s the runner and you’re the rail.

“i thought you were out at trivia night, what happened?”

“how’d you know i was at trivia night?”

you sigh, crossing your arms over your chest, keeping safe distance from her. “because it’s the same night every week, nikki. plus, i talked to sarah earlier.”

“so, you’re talking to sarah but not me?”

“i think you made it clear you didn’t wanna talk to me, nikki,” you let out a laugh that filled with so much sarcasm it were practically a scoff. “stop following me around like a lost puppy, remember that?”

“ok, i was drunk, so it doesn’t really matt—”

“and you’re drunk right now, nikki! so, why are you here?”

“you’re such an asshole, you know that?”

your face scrunches up in disbelief, eyes going wide as you were astounded by what you were hearing. “i’m an asshole?”

“you can’t walk around like you own me, y/n! just because we hooked up doesn’t give you the right to ruin my fun, and it definitely doesn’t give you the right to sulk around because i don’t wanna be with you.”

you shake your head, “is that what you really think, nikki?”

her eyes wince at the way her name rolls off your tongue.

“because if trying to help my friend not get take advantage, and make a huge mistake is walking around like i own her—if that’s being an asshole, well than sure, i guess you’re right. if sulking because the person i’m closes to doesn’t want me around, makes me look like i’m trying to own you—”

“you weren’t trying to help me! you were jealous—”

“did you come here to argue with me? what is this? what are you doing? actually, nikki, i don’t even recognize you right now.” you scoff, pushing past her to grab your phone. “i’m calling you a ride home.”

“i didn’t come here to argue with you, i just think it’s selfish you don’t wanna be friends anymore all because you caught feelings.”

your body stills and your eyes flicker up from your lit up phone, you stare at nikki in a way you never have before and it’s deadly—wicked almost with whatever was stirring inside you right now, mixed with whatever emotions have been pint up.

“you kissed me, nikki!” you voice shakes as it raises along with twisted anger. “you kissed me! you started all of this between us! i was fine with being your friend—i didn’t even know…i…i didn’t know i had feelings for you before you kissed me.”

“and that’s the problem.”

“no!” you point. “you don’t get to blame me! you kiss me! you sleep with me, and the moment it’s over you wanna go back to being friends? well that’s now how it works!“

“well,” she turns her head to the side, crossing her arms. “i was hoping it was!”

“why? you don’t feel the same? fine. you don’t feel the same but i thought you’d have respect for me enough to say it to my face! not lash out on me, ignore me, and then show up here drunk after two weeks of not seeing me and insult me!”

“i never said that i don’t feel the sa—”

“oh, really?” you step forward, now just mere inches from her. “because from where i’m standing it’s pretty clear how you feel about me! you think it’s pathetic that i caught feelings…well, i’m sorry not everyone can be as cold as nikki freeman. i’m sorry not everyone can just be physical with someone and not catch feeling—”

“i do love you, y/n! fuck—why do you think i even kissed you? huh? it wasn’t some drunk mistake that turned into something more, okay?” she takes breath, looking down at her feet before back up to you, directly in the eyes.

“i’ve been in love with you, for as long as i can remember and—and that night, i don’t know—i got the courage to finally do something about it.”

“you’re confusing me, nik—”

“you don’t get, y/n!” this time she’s the one to throw her hands up, turning as she starts to pace, slight stumbles in her walk. “you see right through me and it makes me sick! you know every inch of me and i can’t handle it,” she shakes her, eyes filling with plead.

“everyone else just has this imagine of me, and it’s easy to live through that—but fuck, you, i—i can’t hide from you. i can’t just be the cool, fun girl to you or whatever—sometimes you look at me like i’m going to break and i cannot handle that, y/n. you’re the one person who i can’t hold at arm’s length, you don’t think that’s scary? it was one thing to be your friend, to be that close to you but its another when your hands have touched me the way they have and you don’t want to disappear and leave—no, you want to be even closer. that type of vulnerability gets people hurt.”

you don’t think that’s scary? your heart feels like it silently twitches as her explosion makes you recall sarah’s words about nikki being scared of you. something starts to click and it makes most, if not all of your angry simmer down.

“nikki,” your tone begins to peak softness as you take a careful step towards her. “i’m not going anywhere. i’m right here…ive always been right here.”

once again, she looks up at you; sorrow in her eyes.

“i don’t wanna get hurt, y/n…especially not by you…you’re the one thing that makes sense in my life—and i’m sorry because i didn’t mean to fall in love with you, i swear—”

“don’t apologize, nik,” you take even more steps towards her, even more careful this time as your hands quietly shake as you lift them, prepared to touch her. “it’s okay.”

“no,” she shakes her. “it’s not okay. i hurt you, i made a mess of this—”

“nikki, it’s okay.”

her eyes sternly flick up to yours, still grossly yet absent of the anger they were filled when she first appeared at your door—this time they were somber and meek. and though there was so much more to say, to discuss, you bring your hands up and gently move the strands of hair out of either side of her face. she leans into your touch, her own hands wrapping around you forearms gently.

“can i stay?”

“i want you to stay, we can—we can just lay together and talk more in the morning. i don’t want to do all of this while you’re drunk and i don’t want to move too fast.”

“ok,” she nods, her head falling into your chest and arms moving to wrap tightly around your waist.

“please hold me.” her voice is muffled into the fabric of your shirt but you don’t even hesitate.

note(s): i proofread this as best as i could

cus this was NOT originally a nikki fic

but i found it more fitting so bear with me

[in-theback-ofyourmind]

Meeting in a lost place

Mary Kline x Female reader

Summary: You just wanted to buy new furniture. The next thing you know is being trapped in another dimension with a therapist.

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You’d thought this place would reek of old carpet and mouldy walls. Because that’s what it feels like. The carpet under your shoes bends to the way you liked. The overly yellow wallpaper seemed almost manipulative. If you’d look too long at the design, your eyes would swirl and go cross-eyed. Then the fluerecent lights. Shining on your skin and picking away at every inch of tan on your skin. The combination of everything made you curious. No place on earth looked like this.

In all honesty, you just wanted to buy new furniture. Moving into a small cramped apartment in your early twenties was a challenge. Besides, most furniture shops wanted hundreds of dollars for mediocre chairs and couches that would probably break after sitting on it wrong.

The AD for Caiptn’ Clarks furniture store came late at night. You were lying on your mattress in your now new apartment. The walls looked unusually cold without any decoration. Other than the mattress, the TV, and the little lamp beside your sleeping space, the room had nothing to offer. Most of your things were still being shipped or waiting in a store to be bought.

The guy fooling around in the pirate costume made you snort. Who on gods green earth would put themselves in this costume, let alone film an advertisement while wearing it? The laughter died in your throat at the insane deals this man had to offer. Furniture for cheap money and paying off in monthly instalments was everything you needed right now.

So, you dreamed of the pirate salesman and the amazing things he had to offer in his store.

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The first thing you did in the morning was look up the address of this furniture store. It was a good 1/2 hour drive away from your place. Without anything to do for the day, you grabbed your keys and planned for an adventurous trip to the furniture store.

Most people your age would go meet up with friends or worry about their current situationship, yet here you were, driving around the state to go buy furniture.

The radio was playing an odd song. Someone singing about ulterior motives. It's weird that it sounded like coming straight out of some weird movie from the 80s. You switched the channel and listened to a woman talk about new missing people. The number of missing cases gradually inclined over the past few months. Nobody knew where these people went. It was as like they glitched through the earth and were never to be seen again.

Parking into one of the slots in front of the furniture store, you took a good look at it. The place seemed weird and creepy. The lights inside were only partially on and made the back of the store look like a horror movie set. Ignoring the mail piling up at the front door, you entered the store.

The furniture here looked acceptable. Enough for your first ever bought living space. You strolled through the seats and tables as a staircase to a lower level of the shop came into view. The sign above read “More furniture downstairs”. You moved closer and ducked your head to glance at the said furniture. There were some dressers which looked fine.

Your feet slowly went down the stairs. While going down, you noticed that you had not encountered anyone in the store. Not any employee nor the guy from the advertisement. The thought of this place being abandoned spiked fear within your body. Your senses picked up as your heartbeat prepared for the worst. What if someone was murdered down there and you were walking into a crimescene?

The lower you got, the more you hoped for your thoughts to be wrong. A whiteboard met your eye level. The board had drawings of a map. The more you looked at it, the more you got confused. More so, the whole room got you confused. Papers were scattered around the room. Most of them are filled with jibberish sentences. The stop signs laying on the ground made you furrow your eyebrows.

What happened down here, and where is this guy in the pirate costume? You glance around the room and catch the blue tape on the wall. Three long stripes form a rectanlge. From afar, the tapes reminded you of the shape of a door. The sight in front of you gave you a weird feeling. It was as if the door like taping had a certain pull to it.

You stepped closer and raised your arm until it gently touched the tape. Nothing out of the ordinary. That’s until you shift your hand away from the tape and within the space of the rectangle. The tip of your pointer finger slips through the seemingly solid wall. The closer you get to the wall, the more your hand glides through solid concrete.

The shock on your face only deepens as you fully slip through the wall and end up in a creppy looking office space. You had physics in high school, yet none of what you learned there could have prepared you for this. Without turning back, you walk backwards and through the wall, escaping the office space.

Your head begins to ache at how much you're thinking. Then, again, you walk through the wall and glance at the yellowish wallpaper, the carpet floor, and the fluerecent lights.

The smell reminds you of childhood, of the office your father used to bring you to when you had nothing to do for the afternoon.

In fact, the room you were in right now looked exactly like the office he had worked in.

But instead of the cubicles and meeting rooms it was just one big room. Though you could see the space stretching out in the back.

The buzzing sound of the lights and the almost fresh scent of the room had you irritated. How could a place like this feel so comforting?

The place succumbs your mind and senses. Slowly, you venture further into the endless office space. A weird reversed stop sign meets your eyes. This place was far too much for you.

The further you walk into this place, the more lost you get. All rooms are the same, safe for the shape they’re in or whats inside them. The glitched furniture within these rooms lets you wonder if this place even belongs to the earth.

A voice cuts through your thought train.

“Hello?! Clark?” The vioce belongs to a woman. By the sound of it, she can’t be that far.

You wander through more rooms, even walking faster to find her, or whoever was calling out in this maze.

The voice keeps calling. You walk faster.

Suddenly, a person enters your vision. The woman has brown hair and wears a button-up shirt along with some slacks. At the sound of your footsteps, she turns around and enters a defensive state. Her arms move up to protect herself whilst backing away from you.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” She asks while keeping a safe distance from you.

“I- I got lost. Im no threat. I promise.”

She eyes you warily but lowers her arms. “Lost, how?”

“I wanted to buy furniture. Then I found the tape on the wall, and now I’m in here. What is this place?” You ask and relax. Your legs bend down to sit on the soft carpet floor.

“My client found this. He was talking about a complex system behind the walls of his store. I didn’t believe him at first. T-then he called me saying he opened the window. I got worried and now I’m here.”

You listen carefully. “Client? What are you?”

She sits down next to you. “I’m a therapist. The store owner, Clark, he is my client.”

“Wait, the guy selling furniture?”

“Yeah. He came to me a while ago. Then he got weird in that one meeting. Talking about some rooms behind a wall. He is somewhere in here. I know it.”

You nod and take a look around the room you were in. The walls looked exactly like they did in any other room.

“Do you know where we are? Not like what this is, but how deep within we are?”

She shakes her head, letting out a sigh at the thought of being stuck in here.

“Do you still want to look for him? I don’t think we should be in here.”

She looks at you. Her auburn eyes raked over your facial features.

“We can’t just leave him here. This place is creepy. What if something happened to him?”

“How long has he been down here? Maybe he is not…” You don’t continue that sentence, though the woman immediately understands what you’re referring to.

She takes some time to think. “We… we could search for an exit and call the police about this.”

You nod. New motivation entering your body at the idea of leaving this horrid place and returning back to the normal world.

You get up and stretch out a hand for the woman. She gratefully takes your hand and gets up from the carpet floor.

“I haven’t asked for your name yet.”

“Oh, I’m Y/n. You are…?”

“Mary.”

You nod and start venturing through the backrooms.

The fluerecent lights feel off. You don’t know for how long you have been wandering through this place now. Mary also seems to have gotten tired of seeing the same rooms over and over.

“Maybe we should take a break?”

She turns to you, a shocked expression adorning her face.

“Another break? We don’t even know where we are. Besides, we don’t know what’s down here. What if…?”

“I get this. But I’m tired. You are as well. No amount of walking could bring us out of here right now.”

She sighs and looks around.

“There are some couches over there.” She points to another room.

The couch feels nice and comfortable. The soft material immediately soothing the aching in your back. You let yourself sink into the material of the cushion fully.

Mary does the same. Her resting place is right next to yours. She didn’t know how much she needed to rest until her back hat hit the cushion.

“You know… This place actually reminds me of my dad’s office.”

“Yeah?” Mary asks while truning her head to you.

You nod and close your eyes to memorize the office from your father.

“He used to work in this weird building. Something with finances. Every time I had nothing better to do with life, he brought me to his workplace. That took some weight off my mom. She worked and needed the time alone at home.”

Mary carefully listens to your words. Her mind almost clicks back to her therapist self. Yet, she restrains herself from doing so.

“This place feels so familiar for no reason. Maybe for you it’s the office from your father. To me, it’s the atmosphere. My childhood felt like this.”

“Your childhood felt like yellow wallpapers and white lights?” You tried to joke.

“No. Trapped.” Mary answers. The joke sours in your head, and you apologize for the rude action.

“It’s fine. It’s just… My mom was mentally ill. She kept me in our home. I was never allowed to leave. She was sure there were people outside the house ready to harm us.”

She pauses for a moment, reminding herself of the dark memories in the back of her mind.

“I was very young when she just disappeared for two whole days. I was sure that she hadn’t left the house. The whole paranoia thing only started after she came back. She was so out of herself.” Mary explained. In a way, she made you feel worried.

“Are you okay? If you really don’t want to stay here we can keep walking. I don’t mind.”

“No, it’s fine. Im also really tired.” She let a yawn escape and nuzzled further into the couch. You nod and copy her by closing your eyes.

You slowly drift off into a sleep troubled by weird images and memories being distorted.

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Author's note: I am working on a second part ´ཀ`

[sacredboundflesh]

No bcs some of you need fics here's one BCS YES ITS GOOD OKAY

[cherryxsapphic]

Not now kitten whiskers.... Mommy's searching up Mary kline x reader on the interwebs...

[pining-for-hot-therapist]

Mary Kline x female Reader fanfiction

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Misplaced attraction

part 1

authors note: this is my first ever fanfic and english isn’t my first language, so pls be nice ToT

you’ve always been shy, avoiding social contact like the plague and trying desperately to not get noticed by people around you.

your ways led you to a pretty isolated life, and despite you trying to convince yourself that you liked it like that, it was weighing on you.

one particularly lonely night, while watching tv, something caught your attention. an advert for a book called “the window within”. despite its corny name, something made you feel drawn to it.

the next day you decided to buy the book and give it a try.

at first you were hesitant to make an appointment, after all you had already started the book and couldn’t quite make sense of it. going to the person who wrote it wouldn’t be much more enlightening, you thought.

but despite this, something about dr. mary kline captivated you. and some time after you finally made the call.

…

your appointment was about a week later. you got out of your car, the sun shining right into your eyes. you approached the front door and entered the building. the waiting room was simple, multiple brown chairs stood along the walls, a plant sat in the corner, and a bright light engulfed the space. you went up to the secretary to confirm your presence and sat down waiting to be called in.

“y/n?”, a voice finally echoed.

“yes, hi”, you responded. mary was standing in the doorway, her hair tied up, wearing a white loose blouse and brown slacks. the moment you saw her, something shifted in you, but you couldn’t quite place it.

you followed her in, the room smelled of leather, dust and a floral parfume. she gestured you to take a seat while grabbing a notebook and sitting down in front of you herself.

for a moment, there was a silence between you. she was looking at her notebook while shifting in her seat.

you caught yourself starring at her, your eyes travelling up and down her body, studying her every movement. once you realised what you were doing, you could feel your face reddening.

“so y/n, what are you here to talk about?”, she asked, meeting your eyes. she had such a gentle and calming voice, all the while holding you in place with an intense look, as if she was trying to read your thoughts.

“i- eh, i guess, i’m a bit lost in life and don’t know how to get better. i have almost no support system, i spend my days alone and try to avoid getting noticed,.. i thought for the longest time that i would be content with how things were, but deep down i know i can’t go on like this.”, it felt weird to be so open and vulnerable with someone you quite literally just met, but something about mary made you feel at ease. as if you could let down your walls.

she gave you a reassuring look and explained how it was very much possible to work on this with her. she made it very clear that you didn’t have to stay in your old patters and that you could change for the better. it reassured you, the way she talked, looked at you, carefully choosing just the right words. it was different from her book, where everything was just plainly laid out. this felt almost intimate… you stopped yourself in your thoughts instantly, a patient-therapist relationship needs to be professional, there have to be strict boundaries. out of all people in the world, you knew damn well that your therapist was the last person you should feel intimately connected to.

you felt pathetic. no meaningful human connection in years and not even 10 minutes in her presence made you weak. and on top of everything, she was payed to care.

“y/n?” she carefully asked, you must’ve been ruminating for a while.

“oh yes, i’m sorry, i was lost in thought”.

she nodded, smiling lightly.

“so, y/n, with everything i have said so far, do you feel like what im proposing to you could be manageable for you? do you feel like you and i are a match?”, she asked.

“yes, dr. kline.”

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you’ve been going to dr. kline for 2 and a half months now. both of you grew more and more comfortable with each other, so much so that she had tried on multiple occasions to make you call her mary, yet you refused every single time. you were already down bad for her enough as it was. the added intimacy would make you go crazy.

you’ve been working on making more connections with others the past few months. mary encouraged you to go to bars, start a weekly hobby and socialise more at work. and it helped, even just a tiny bit. you had gone out of your comfort zone just enough to make, what you would call, one or two new acquaintances, which was enormous progress for you.

dr. kline or mary has always been really supportive. every session she tried so hard to bring out the parts of you that had been buried deep. yet with her you felt comfortable enough to let her in, to see even those parts of you. and with every session, you felt more and more like she truly understood you.

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4 months in and you were pretty sure you were in love with her. yet, mary had stayed as professional as ever, never breaking any boundaries, despite you secretly hoping for it. but the again, if that were the case, it wouldn’t be her, you thought. you knew she would never do anything of the sort and you were painfully aware that an intimate relationship was never going to happen.

although..

over the past couple of weeks, you thought that maybe something had shifted in her. you couldn’t quite place it, and on the outside, nothing was out of the ordinary. you , however, did notice some things..

you noticed her hand lingering just a tiny bit longer, whenever she squeezes yours to comfort you. you noticed that she had started leaving one more button of her blouse undone more often. you noticed that she held eye contact just a little longer than usual. you noticed her wearing just a tiny bit more makeup than before.

today, for instance, you noticed her biting her lip.

it was right after you shared something that happened during your week, an anecdote after going out with a new friend of yours. while you were hat ain’t the details, you did a quick stretch, your arms lifting briefly above your head exposing your lower belly.

and the moment you looked back up, you saw it.

at your sight, mary had quickly shifted her gaze to her notebook, turning her head down just the tiniest bit hoping it would hide her lightly biting on her bottom lip, a faint pinkish tint covering her cheeks and nose.

the scene made you feel a familiar heat gathering in your lower abdomen, your heart pounding in your chest. you

once she caught herself, she immediately stopped and cleared her throat, and the session continued as usual.

[sacredboundflesh]

AND ANOTJER ONE IVE BEEN EXPECTING THIS ONE TO COME OUT FOR AWHILE AJD HERE IT IS

[stargazesence]

Let me hold you like a hostage pt. 3

Mary Kline x fem!reader

6.1k words | read on ao3 | part 1 | part 2 | MDNI

summary: You wake up the next morning in Mary's childhood home, but no matter how sweet she appears to be, nothing is as innocuous as it seems.

notes: this gets really toxic really fast, enjoy the long chapter <3

Chapter 3: Sweet hypocrisy (even the thought of you never felt so sweet)

For the next couple of hours, you went in and out of consciousness, only remembering flashes of memories. Steady hands lifting you up against your back and below your knees, the rough texture of rope burning like a halo around your wrists, something soft and plush against your cheek. You finally gasped awake, your breathing heavy as your vision swam with darkness. From the corner of your eye, you began to make out Mary leaning against the kitchen island, darting towards you immediately after she noticed you had roused. 

“Easy, darling,” she stroked a hand softly through your hair, rubbing small circles comfortingly against your palm.

You sunk into her touch like it was the warmth of the sun, lulled into a false sense of security at the sincerity in her voice. Only when the feeling crept back into your hands and feet did you realize your arms were twisted behind your back and your legs were pressed together, tied by rope. Studying your surroundings closer, you discovered that she had moved you onto the sofa, hence the cozy, more relaxed state that you had awoken in. 

“What did you do to me?” You asked carefully, vision still slightly woozy as you raised your head. 

Even when you were fighting, you knew there was some hidden barrier in the back of your mind that kept you slightly off balance, a few seconds behind every action that your nerves sent to your body. The sharp prick against your neck moments before you fainted confirmed your suspicion that she had injected you with something, and you couldn’t hold back from confronting her about it. 

“Whatever do you mean, dear?” Mary tilted her head at you, her silhouette caught in an ethereal glow from the light of the television behind her. “I only gave you a little something to let sleep come easier. I know you’ve been struggling with getting enough rest after your breakup, and I only want the best for my patients.”

“You have a funny way of showing it,” you muttered quietly under your breath. 

The corner of her lip curled upwards and she let out a soft laugh at your remark, border lining on psychotic in the way that she waved off your concern as easily as a humorous joke. 

“Now, let me check up on you,” Mary pulled out a duffel of supplies from a shelf adjacent to the kitchen, spreading out her items in an array on the coffee table. For a psychiatrist, she was considerably prepared.

Bending down partially at your side, you couldn’t help but let your eyes trail down to the slim blue long sleeve top that she wore, gold glinting against her ears and her fingers, rolled sleeves exposing the tendons in her forearms, and striped lounge shorts cut dangerously high. You watched a sly smirk flash across her face as she caught your gaze raking down her body before she resumed her attention to checking your vitals. It took all of your might to stifle the sigh that you unconsciously released when she pressed her palm against your forehead to check your temperature.

“If you’re going to undress me with your eyes, at least do it discreetly,” Mary murmured teasingly, letting her fingertips trace down your shoulders to your wrists far more sensually than necessary as she checked your arms for any cuts and bruises.

You felt your face heat up, instantly averting your eyes to the floor as you stammered out a reasonable explanation. 

“No, I– that’s not– I didn’t mean–”

“It’s not like I haven’t already done the same to you,” she glanced down at you with an intense, feline curve to her eyes.

You felt something twist in your lower stomach at the admittance, her gaze upon you igniting an open flame upon your skin. Mary’s hands traced over your body until one of her hands hovered over your upper thigh, sending a prickle of pain across your leg as she grazed her fingertips over a crimson red cut.

Still stammering and rambling on through your denial, your excuses faltered when you noticed that your legs were newly exposed, recalling that you were wearing jeans when you had first entered the furniture store. She must’ve changed your clothes, you realized with horror, your head beginning to spin at the revelation that she had already seen you fully naked. Humiliatingly, your body instantly began to heat up and run a few degrees warmer until you felt a hot flush scorch you from your calves to the back of your neck. 

“Are you starting to run a fever, darling?” Mary chuckled lightly, the satisfying rasp in the back of her throat only reddening your complexion even more. 

Her tone was innocent, harmlessly teasing, but you could tell that she was completely in control and knew exactly what she was doing to you. 

“And to think that my words had such an effect on you… I’m flattered,” she smiled in an angelic manner, fascinated by the abruptness that she had gotten you wrapped around her finger. 

Mary’s hand still brushed your upper thigh as she reached for something to disinfect the wound with, the sensation of her fingertips against your skin burning deep into your bone marrow, deeper than the cut itself. After you hissed between your teeth when she cleaned the cut with alcohol, she slowly bent down to press a kiss against the wound, maintaining steady eye contact with you the entire time.

You bit down hard on your tongue, trying to distract yourself from locking your gaze upon the brunette kneeling down in front of you. She was so close to where you wanted her to be yet still so far, your core throbbing harder just inches away from her lips. Fuck, this woman was going to be the end of you.

Surprisingly, she didn’t decide to bite. She straightened up and placed a notebook on the coffee table in front of you, taking a seat in the chair she had pulled up across from it.

“I have a few questions to ask you in closing, if that’s alright,” Mary murmured stoically, flashing you a brief smile before flipping through the spiral to an empty page.

“Okay,” you answered hesitantly, unsure of what to make of her odd behavior. One moment she was all over you with your heart practically in the palm of her hand, and the next she resumed her calm, composed therapist persona, not a hair straying out of place as if you two were back in a usual session. 

“How has your vision been since you woke up?” she asked, skimming her pen lightly against the edge of the notebook.

“Alright,” you replied, recalling how hazy your eyesight was for a brief period until you grew adjusted to the lack of natural lighting in the room. 

“What about your hearing?”

“It’s been fine.”

“Any unusual pains or aches?” 

“Hm, you think? I’ve only been tied up for the last 12 hours,” you answered drily, unable to hide the underlying resentment that burnt like acid in the back of your throat. 

Mary gave you a pointed look before her gaze lowered to her notebook, scribbling down miscellaneous notes on your responses.

“Any chest pain or shortness of breath?” she asked, raising a brow and dropping her eyes briefly to your lips when she noticed you shifting uncomfortably at the implicative truth of the question.

Of course your heartbeat had been running faster than a racehorse the entire time she was near, and you swore you could die of asphyxiation from every offhand glance just brimming with insatiable hunger and restrained desire. 

Mary took your silence as an affirmative yes and jotted down a few final words, flipping the notebook shut against the coffee table. Slowly, she tilted her head, truly studying you for a moment with those swirling caramel eyes. You felt every flicker of her gaze across your body like a ripple of sunlight; a faint trace across your collarbone, trailing a lock of hair curling down your neck, following the slope of your eyebrows and the curve of your shins.

“Can I braid your hair, sweetheart?” Mary asked as she leaned forward on her elbows, her tone as thick and saccharine as honey. 

The fluttery sensation of butterflies invaded your stomach at the fact that she had asked you so innocently, so gently, the nickname rolling off of her tongue like you belonged to her. You’d do anything to receive that type of fondness, that familiarity that had you aching between the gaps of your ribs, sending a sugar rush shooting straight through your veins. 

“Yes,” you replied immediately, craving her touch like the air you breathed through your lungs. 

Offering you a tender smile, she bent at the knees and patted the space on the rug a few feet away from the sofa. You shuffled forward with the binds still attached to your wrists and ankles, shifting into a kneeling position at the base of the couch.

After taking a seat on the sofa behind you, Mary ran her fingers gently through your hair, smoothing out your tangled strands with a brush. You leaned your head lightly against her knee, a feeling of relief relaxing your tensed muscles. The sensation of her fingertips softly massaging your scalp was strangely addictive, and you swore you could remain in this moment for an eternity.

“Your hair is so pretty,” Mary murmured against your ear, the scent of lilac and chamomile enveloping you into a blissful, trance-like state. 

A warm feeling of praise washed over you, curling in your lower stomach as comfortingly as a home cooked meal. God, you’d listen to her lightly accented voice whispering sweet nothings into your ear like it was your religion. 

As you let thoughts breeze past your mind in your current state of cloud 9, one stubborn thought stood out to you in particular. Something unusually pressing and urgent that had you unintentionally scrunching your nose at the blackness of the television screen sitting before you. 

No matter how sweet and kind she may have appeared to be, Mary was dangerous. Sure, she could sweep you off of your feet with compliments and subtle brushes of her fingertips, but that didn’t change the fact that she had lured you into an alternate dimension and imprisoned you in her childhood home. 

You forced yourself to take a deep breath in, knowing you had to take a step back and refocus your thoughts before you let your rationality slip away. If you still wanted to return to some semblance of normalcy and escape, you had to get more information on what you were up against. Since Mary appeared to be in a much more civil, docile mood, you decided to start asking more questions.

“Mary?” you asked, your initially reassured voice choked up on the vague reminiscence of a whisper.

“Yes, my darling?” she responded softly as if she were speaking to a doe that she didn’t want to scare off.

“I’d like you to tell me more about the Backrooms,” you continued, feigning innocent curiosity. You were thankful you were turned away from her as you bit the corner of your lip nervously, unconfident that you could lie as discreetly if you were looking her in the eye.

“Well, it’s a place of many mysteries,” Mary replied, dividing your hair into three sections at the base of your neck. “Like I said, it's a realm of recurring yellow office walls and versions of places that only exist in people’s memories. It can only be accessed through tears in space and time, in the liminal space between productivity and inactivity.”

“How did you find it in the first place?” you implored hesitantly, mildly wary of how much knowledge she held of the location itself and its origins. 

“I followed one of my patients down here after he showed worrying signs of mental instability,” she responded with a barely noticeable lilt in her voice, as if she were choked up by the memory. “After he kidnapped me and I barely escaped a six foot tall monstrous version of him, I was detained by ASYNC. Luckily, I made it out of their grasp safely.”

While you didn’t deny the credibility in her story, you suspected there was something deeper she was hiding about her history with the Backrooms. It was too picturesque, too chance-based to have been the full version of the truth. 

“How did you escape their hold, exactly?” you asked cautiously, knowing you were treading a fine line between curiosity and interrogation. 

Mary tapped a finger against her chin, humming to herself as if she were deciding how much to tell you. 

“The longer you spend in the Backrooms, the more you start to notice changes– not just in your physicality, but also psychologically,” Mary began, weaving strands of your hair back and forth in a mesmerizingly satisfying pattern. “I’ve spent longer than I should’ve down here, especially after I got interrogated by ASYNC, and it’s changed me. When people spend long periods of time in the Backrooms, their memories start to become jumbled, and they eventually become one with the Backrooms. Entities, of sorts.”

“So– you’re a–” you felt your breath unconsciously hitch, struggling to string together a coherent sentence. 

“Technically, you could consider me an entity,” Mary affirmed, her tone precariously delicate. “But not all entities are necessarily evil. Yes, we’re restricted by the bounds of the Backrooms, but that doesn’t make us any less genuine in nature.”

The brunette finished tying the end of the braid into a knot, grazing her fingertips against the small of your back.

“I’d like to take good care of you, darling, if you’ll allow me to,” Mary tucked a curl behind your ear, her words sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. 

Before you could utter a single word in reply, your jaw slack with realization and your limbs momentarily frozen in place, Mary abruptly stood up.

“Oh, where are my manners?” her gaze flickered from the clock against the wall to the boarded up window, the miniature beams of light that had been reflected between the cracks quickly receding. “How can I be a proper host if I haven’t even arranged dinner yet?”

She hurried over to a hidden doorway against the wall, gathering a few miscellaneous items as casually as if she were collecting her car keys. Then, she returned to stand in front of you, making quick work of the rope binding your arms and legs together. 

“Since you’ve been so good for me today, I’ll let you out of the binds. Just to establish a few house rules, if you’re under my care, you’ll be expected to do a few simple tasks,” Mary explained as she guided you by the elbow into the kitchen, gesturing to the appliances pointedly. “One of those tasks includes cooking. I still have to gather the ingredients for the main course, but you can start preparing the appetizer.”

After rummaging through the fridge and a couple of cabinets, the brunette set out a couple of preparatory items across the kitchen counter.

“You can cut carrots, right?” she glanced over at you, brows raised.

You nodded obediently, still mentally attempting to catch up with the speed at which she had released you and set you off to do chores after you had nearly attempted to kill her with a letter opener not even a day ago. 

“Perfect,” she grinned at you brightly, eyes darting towards the door and hands fidgeting with the key clutched in her palms as she paused midmotion, hesitating in place. 

You gave her a small nod and turned to grab the carrot, searching for a sink that you could wash it in. Fully committing to your task, you expected her to leave just as briskly as she had when she had finished braiding your hair. 

Instead, Mary placed a firm hand against the granite island, trapping you in place. Before you could open your mouth to ask what she was doing, she caught your lips between hers, hand delicately cupping your jaw as your limbs knocked hastily against each other. Your initial surprise transformed into acquiescence as you leaned into the kiss, releasing a small noise in the back of your throat that she instantly swallowed. Even though the kiss was tender, pace slow and leisurely as if she were relishing the taste of you, you couldn’t ignore the intense way her mouth melded against yours as if she were devouring you, as if you were the most delicious thing she had ever tasted. Her other hand trailed down your torso and attached a firm, possessive hold against your waist, sending tingles all the way down your lower stomach.

When she finally pulled away, leaving you slightly woozy and weak in the knees, she wiped her hand against the side of your mouth, wiping away a reddish stain that was the same shade as her own lips.

“I thought you could use some lipstick,” she smirked down at you, pupils dilated as she watched you pant breathlessly, chest heaving and body pliant under her hold. 

Balancing her keyring on one finger, she swept out of the room, the click of her flats against the wood and the shut of the door the only sounds you registered in your mind. Caught in a daze, you licked the edge of your lips, almost sighing aloud when you tasted mint and chamomile on your tongue. 

Like hell you needed lipstick. Mary knew just how to tip the scales and prove how helpless you were under her controlling, captivating gaze. The unexpected kiss left you incapacitated, entirely compliant to her alluringly manipulative chokehold. How could you think, when you were overwhelmed with the carnal desire to make every breath of hers your own, to close the gaps between your teeth and feel her hands shamelessly rake over every inch of your skin?

In half a trance, high off of the taste of the other woman's lips alone, you absentmindedly peeled the skin off of one of the carrots. After setting it down on the cutting board, you wandered off in search of a knife. You let your eyes mindlessly wander across the kitchen, taking in the yellow flower wall tiles, cherrywood cabinets, and overhanging lamp casting an eerie, toxic green glow across the room. It was strangely comforting the way it reminded you of tiptoeing into your childhood kitchen for a glass of water at 3am.

Spotting a wooden block holding knives, you weren’t fully brought back into the present until you gripped onto the metal handle of the kitchen knife, the icy coolness to the touch sharpening your senses and allowing the fog in your mind to recede. 

The fragments of Mary’s truths and lies hadn’t fully been cohesive in your head a few moments ago, but now they lay before you like pieces of a puzzle just waiting to be completed. When she admitted that she was an entity of the Backrooms, she had inadvertently revealed that the only reason she was holding you captive in her childhood home was because she was physically trapped in the maze and selfishly craved company. That knowledge of her betrayal struck a chord deep in your chest, severing any remaining trust you may have had for your therapist. 

Even more horrifying, her explanation of what happened to those who stayed for too long sent a chill creeping down your neck once you realized that if you were currently in the Backrooms and she was planning on keeping you here for eternity, you would very soon become an entity as well. The fear of losing your humanity momentarily paralyzed you, leaving you clutching the nearby countertop and taking rapid breaths. 

You knew at once that you had to kill Mary, no matter how much of a reluctant affection you held towards her. There was no better time than now to strike out against your captor, weaponizing her false trust in you while finally having access to a proper weapon.

So you grabbed the largest kitchen knife you could find, slipping into the shadows in preparation to ambush her around the corner. As minutes blended into hours, you grew paranoid at every shifting shadow or small sound across the kitchen, clutching the knife to your chest while you took increasingly shallow breaths. Finally, you heard the front door open and shut closed, the soft patter of footsteps drawing closer.

“Darling, I’m back,” Mary called from the living room, the echo of her voice across the house winding your nerves up even tighter. 

You waited until you heard her soft hum grow as close as you dared before dashing around the corner, arm swinging in a wide arc. Shoving her against the empty wall, blade pressed against her throat and fist clutching her hair, you expected to see an expression of shocked horror overshadow her face as the realization of your intention dawned upon her.

Instead, you were met with the most manic giggle you had ever heard, her pupils blown in an uncanny, unnatural manner that made your stomach twist with unease.

“Aww, how cute,” Mary gave you a mocking pout, her tone even and teasing despite the fact that she was standing directly at the tip of your blade.

With head-spinning speed, she uppercut you hard in the chin, swiping the knife right out of your hands and reversing your positions before you could even blink. You collapsed against the wall with a groan, lower back bruised and jaw aching as if she had directly rattled the bones inside of your skull.

“You really thought you could surprise me?” she looked down upon you pitifully, a manic smile on her lips. “I thought you’d have learned after last time.”

“F– fuck you,” you stuttered out through shaky teeth, wincing as she roughly grabbed your chin and painfully raised it to meet her eyes.

“Oh, you wish, sweetheart,” she grazed her thumb against the side of your mouth, her voice tauntingly seductive. “Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you’ve looked at me these past few months.”

You felt all the color drain from your face at once, all of the blood rushing to your traitorously pounding heart and your fingertips as if you had been flipped upside down. Shit. She already knew. Even at the threat of death, of being tortured by her hands, your body thrummed excitedly, every nerve alive and exploding like poprocks underneath your skin. She fucking knew that you would let her twist a blade directly through your chest if she asked you permission to, and you felt utterly powerless underneath her deprecating gaze. As suddenly as your desire for her rose, your rage flared up alongside it, just as violently livid.

“That was until you fucking kidnapped me, you crazy bitch!” you shouted at her, outraged that she was actively manipulating your attraction towards her.

“Look at you, so riled up,” Mary licked her lips, her eyes dragging over you ravenously. She traced the edge of the blade along the matching scar across your cheek, and you winced in pain as you felt a prickle of blood. 

“I think I have another use for that pretty mouth of yours,” she grazed the blade against your collarbone now, shamelessly relishing in drawing your blood and pulling stifled little sounds out of you. 

You hissed between gritted teeth, caught in a whirlwind of indecipherable pain and pleasure. Your grunts of pain were rapidly blending into moans, your remaining resolve dwindling into nothingness at the blade of the dark haired woman. With her eyes eclipsed a dark, coffee brown, the veins in her hands gleaming against the blade she held to your throat, and her thigh pressed directly between your parted legs, shifting slightly with the friction of your bodies meshing against one another, you felt as if you were barely gliding across the edge of a cliff. 

“I know exactly what you’re doing,” you spoke between gritted teeth, the muscles in your face straining with the effort of overcoming the arousal that was burning up inside of you. 

“Oh, do you, now?” she asked you in that degrading, patronizing tone that made you feel weak and absolutely worthless of her scrutiny. As if you were nothing more than a dog lying at her feet, waiting for her to give you a command and a treat as a reward. 

“Yes,” you inhaled, regaining a sliver of strength from the storm brewing inside of you, begging to be unbottled. “You brought me here to let me fucking die as an entity, you monster!”

You watched all of the imperiousness fade from her expression immediately, her eyes roving over your face in a calculating manner as if she had finally recognized the level of self awareness that you held.

“Choose your words carefully, dear,” Mary rasped against your ear, her tone devoid of the lighthearted, teasing nature she had reflected only moments before. 

“I won’t hesitate to call you out for what you are,” you faced her penetrating stare head on, boring your gaze into the center of her third eye. “You can kidnap me, trap me here, tie me up, and taunt me to death, but you can’t escape the truth!”

The vein that had appeared in the center of the brunette’s forehead suddenly bulged against her pale skin, and you caught the exact moment when she finally snapped as her lips pursed and her even breathing halted to a stop. She let the knife clatter against the wood below and grasped your neck in both of her hands, pressing down hard against your throat.

Your words turned into unintelligible gasps as you writhed through her chokehold, lungs screaming for air. The survival instinct thrumming like a drum in your head urged you to beg for mercy, to cry out for help. There was something threateningly peculiar in the way she gripped your neck with white knuckles, her eyes narrowing as if they were honing in on you and seeking out every act of struggle and expression of agony across your features. It diverted from the twisted type of foreplay she had used on you previously, border lining on murderous recklessness.

Your thrashing began to cease when the corners of your vision blurred into a void-like blackness, making your eyelids droop drowsily. Convinced that you were about to go under for good, you let your eyes flutter shut, submitting to the inevitable darkness drowning your senses. 

However, before you could finally succumb to unconsciousness, you were thrust back into reality at the very last moment, one final saving grace as Mary’s hands loosened around your neck. You coughed and heaved relentlessly, tipping your head back against the wall behind you as you watched little multicolored stars flash across your vision like a fuzzy television screen. She had left you alive, barely, and your senses rushing back to you told you that her body was pressed flush against yours to keep you upright, the cold blade of her knife pressed threateningly against your upper thigh.

“You just don’t know when to keep that pretty little mouth of yours shut, now do you?” Mary shook her head at you disapprovingly, her tone dripping in velvet and nightshade. “Thankfully, you have me to fuck some sense back into you.”

The throb between your legs rose with a newfound ache, and you fought to stay in control of your body as your core pulsed against hers, horrifyingly convinced that she could feel every sensation that ran through your body like a wildfire ablaze. 

“W-what do you mean?” you stammered out, throat raw and panting from nearly being choked to death a few moments ago. 

“Oh, you’re going to pay for this,” Mary chuckled darkly, whispering the words like a sin against your lips. 

Flashing you a dazzlingly deceptive smirk, she slowly backed away from you, making her way over to the sofa where she sat down, legs slightly parted. You had to clench your abs tightly to keep from collapsing onto the ground, craving the heat that you had lost when she pulled away from you.

“On your knees,” she ordered, sharp and commanding tone spiking your pulse and turning your already shaking legs into pure jelly.

You more collapsed on the rug than lowered yourself down, your body already blindly following her commands before your mind could comprehend them. Crawling towards her despite your riddles of bruises and cuts and aching joints, your head was spinning as if she were the only thing you revolved around at the center of the universe. 

Once you made it to the foot of the sofa, you sat back on your heels expectantly, watching her reach for a bottle of a green liquid from her pocket. 

“I need you to take a small dose of this medicine,” Mary spun the bottle between her hands, watching your stare solely focus on the glass. “Can you do that for me, sweet girl?”

You swallowed thickly and nodded, feeling her gaze catch on the bob of your throat and her eyes widen as if she were surprised at how willing you were to follow her every command, hanging on every word that she spoke. 

Unscrewing the cap, she hovered the bottle near your mouth, tugging at the edge of your lip with her thumb. You opened your mouth obediently, head tipped back and clit pulsing hard between your clenched thighs. She hummed softly under her breath as she took in the sight of you, compliant and gorgeously vulnerable under her controlling hands. You were completely at her mercy, and she wanted to do nothing more than to care for you, destroy you, and piece you back together again. 

After hesitating a beat longer than necessary, she tipped the vial back against your lips, watching you scrunch your nose as the acrid taste burned the back of your throat. You stared up at her breathlessly, all thoughts of the sour taste dissipating once you took in the perfect slope of her jaw, her long chestnut curls falling over her shoulders as she leaned close, her gold jewelry flickering in the dim lighting and exposing the endless expanse of her toned legs. 

That was all she had brought you here for? You wondered to yourself, perplexed at how innocent the action had been. Your chest tightened whenever you glanced back up at her and noticed how quickly the caramel shine to her eyes had darkened, her irises suddenly consumed by a black void that deepened the shadows of her cheekbones. 

Slowly and treacherously, she raised two fingers and dragged them along the inside of the vial, coating them in the deep green liquid. She followed by tilting her head at you, a vicious smirk spreading across her face as she waited for you to understand what she was planning to do next.

“Open,” she commanded, voice deadly silent and intoxicatingly laced with venom.

Your mouth suddenly went dry as you unconsciously licked your lips, every nerve in your body spiked with adrenaline. If your body hadn’t been thrumming excitedly for the last few hours, you’d have sworn that she had secretly injected you with a spell of arousal, heightening every hormone that sent you nearly tipping over the edge by her words alone. Your rational mind kept echoing no, no, no, that succumbing to this would be crossing a line you could never return back from and send you down an unforgivable path.

But as your gaze lingered on the blue veins against the ivory skin of her hands, long fingers coated in the acid you had just swallowed, you knew you couldn’t resist the addictive temptation. 

Moisture pricking at the edges of your eyes, you tipped your head back and opened your jaw, fixated on the digits poised in front of you. A wicked smile spread across Mary’s face at how easily you complied, and she lowered her hand until her fingertips grazed against your lips. 

Unable to restrain yourself, you licked the pads of her fingers, sending a shudder through your body and bile raising in the back of your throat at the taste of the medicine. It was vile, one of the most disgusting flavors you had ever tasted, but her fingers against your tongue was another form of heavenly. 

She ravenously watched the whirlwind of emotions flicker across your face, cruelly hovering her fingers just over your lips as if she were tempting you to lean forward and take them yourself. 

You felt your mouth begin to water unconsciously, starving for another divine taste. After your limbs had been filled with tension and wound up to the breaking point for so many hours on end, you craved a release, a moment of transcendental bliss to overcome you and wash the memories of your worries away. 

Finally, Mary ended her taunting and sunk her fingers fully into your mouth, the sudden stretch nearly causing you to release a moan. You sucked around her pointer finger, gliding your tongue over every inch of skin and each crevice between her hands. The deeper you traced over her digits, the stronger the bitterness grew in your mouth until you were choking against the taste, your stomach lurching with a twinge of discomfort.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby,” Mary cooed at you with a softly seductive smile, biting the corner of her lip as she eased you through the shuddering with gentle rolls of her fingertips.

Baby. The nickname left you feeling dizzy with want, a small noise coming out of your throat before you could stifle it. You felt her fingers freeze rigidly, her stare piercing through your skull so hard that you felt its intensity sear against the hair of your skin. 

“Fuck,” she breathed out, tilting her head back as she fluttered her eyelids shut briefly.

You were suddenly captivated by the pale slope of her exposed neck, slowly swirling your tongue against her digits. When she finally composed herself and glanced down at you between her dark lashes, she slipped her ring finger into your mouth and sunk her hand further down until your lips reached her knuckle. 

You let out a muffled whine, tracing the gold ring with the side of your tongue and reveling in its cold touch. Mary seemed to feel it against her skin and released a sound close to a growl, her pupils dilating in a feral, barely restrained manner. Without warning, she pushed her fingers deeper into the back of your mouth, fucking your throat roughly. 

You gagged against her fingers, struggling to adjust to her merciless pace that failed to falter. With the faint taste of salt and lilac against her skin, you swore you could get high off of the addictively violent pace of her fingers slamming against the back of your throat, totally and completely owning you. 

After continuing her thrusts for a long couple of moments, you felt the unfamiliar sensation of her leg brush against your aching clit. Your hips bucked instinctively, and even through layers of fabric you began to shift against her upper ankle, desperately seeking friction. 

Eventually Mary caught on, slowing the movement of her fingers until they slowly retracted from your lips. You let out a needy whine, and she hushed your cries by wiping away the saliva at the edges of your mouth.

“Please,” you begged, the pressure between your thighs leaving you aching with an insatiable need.

“Oh I know exactly what you want,” Mary tilted her head, studying you with a viciously cruel stare. She took in your heavy panting, fucked out eyes, and uncomfortably shifting hips, a sinister smile curving across her expression.

“And I won’t give it to you.”

Mary wiped her hand against the edge of her striped shorts, dragging it enticingly down her exposed thigh and watching you follow it intently. She rose from the sofa, strolling out of the room as if she had returned from a nice walk instead of giving you the fantasy of her fucking you senseless and leaving you hopelessly wishing for more. 

You collapsed against the place on the sofa where she had just been sitting, trying to absorb even a sliver of the warmth that she left behind. You were completely fucked up; your limbs sinking into the soft fabric with pure exhaustion, your mind an emotional warzone, yet your heart palpitating out of your chest and the pulse between your legs unbearable. Fuck Mary, was the phrase you repeated as you drifted off into an uneasy sleep, the exact intention of the words muddled between your infatuation and your contradicting hatred. 

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HOLY WHAT I WOKE UP TO THIS ON MY DASHBOARD HELLO YES

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Yes I'm rapid posting tonight but for the love all that is holy my childhood angst fic is taking longer than expected so I am gonna pump out a sugar mommy au one shot bcs I can indulge

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