lawddddddd imagine reader is like going broke n can’t afford rent and dark willmack are like.. just move in with us hello
OURS ᯓ ❥ WILLMACK
u know i had to.
contains: dark willmack x fem! reader, part 2 of this one. Them ruining your economy; manipulation; forced to abandon your independence to live with them; panty stealing; spying on you in the shower and when you get dressed; thoughts about getting you high to have sex with them.
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at first, you didn't realize what was happening; you just assumed you were overspending on a few things. Maybe... you just needed to cut on some subscriptions and purchases that could wait.
but then it kept happening, more and more often. Your money no longer lasted a week, and making it to the end of the month became a real struggle, which was incredibly worrying since you have rent to pay and you won't be able to, no matter how much you try to ration and improve your lifestyle.
it just doesn't work, so you're venting to your closest friends right now, who listen, feigning concern as they try to offer advice that makes sense at the time.
of course, you don't realize that you're asking for help from the people who created your financial problem, who easily gained access to your account, slowly draining it until you had no other option but to give in.
and at some point, you'll need to ask for real help, and the most logical thing would be to ask them, your unconditional friends who are there for you when you're at your lowest, constantly offering support, reminding you that you'll always have a place in their home if you need it. Planting the idea in your mind so you can use that resource at the perfect moment.
like now, when the landlord asks for the keys back, giving you a worried look, because he knows you're not that kind of girl, but you still let him down, another month without being able to pay on time, asking for extension after extension until he couldn't take it anymore, asking you to leave. His eyes filled with pity.
and that makes you feel helpless. You feel inconsolable and don't know where to go. And you try to fight, to remain independent, battling all of life's obstacles, but you know it's almost impossible, so you have to say goodbye to what's most important to you.
your independence.
and that's how you arrive at their apartment, gently knocking on the door, your cheeks with tears, suitcases in hand, watching Will open the door, feigning surprise as he lets you in, in the wolf's den.
the most dangerous place you could go, but also where you'll feel safest.
because they know what they're doing, so the first few days are calm, normal. You get hugs from both of them, movie nights with Mack, car rides with Will. And they do everything to see you smile again, even if it's just a small smile. For them, that's enough. That's what fuels them.
until they start acting behind your back, first watching everything you do, who you talk to. Ruining every plan that comes up where there's a risk of you leaving. Because they won't allow that. There's no way you're leaving now that you're in there.
and it doesn't matter if they have to threaten people, pull strings. You're not going anywhere, so just watch as each day becomes more frustrating for you, with every proposal being rejected, even with people blocking you, insulting you, without you being able to understand why you're having bad luck.
and they see how you start to get used to it, how you start walking around the house in your pajamas every morning, making them breakfast, seeking their affection now that you feel so bad. So, of course, they give you what you need, keeping you happy and comfortable in their home while they slowly train you.
because the offer to quit your job won't come out of nowhere. They know you wouldn't accept it so easily. But they might have a chance if they manage to break you, to show you that the world doesn't need you working or studying when you're so comfortable and free with them.
no matter how long it takes, they're determined to achieve it, so they plant the idea in your mind, little by little, watching how you adapt, how you start to like it, while they silently enjoy themselves, spying on you, learning more and more about you.
like the way you tend to shower, believing no one is watching, unaware of the small cameras, or the times they peek through the door when the camera isn't enough. Just like when you start getting dressed, while they watch the cameras in the living room a couple of doors away, savoring every part of your body you let them see, without having the slightest idea that it's happening.
and you're so safe, so secure with them that you're not even bothered when your panties start disappearing, or when certain items of clothing appear washed and folded, knowing you hadn't done it. You just take it as something normal. Maybe your panties had been left in the washing machine, and they had done a kind thing by washing your things.
because that's how good they are to you.
and so you continued, slowly falling into their trap until they managed to break you. Ruining your independence, your identity. Making you dependent on them in every aspect of your life, even those you don't know about, and you can't even complain anymore, because you enjoy the way you live, while putting on a show for them, which gradually emboldens them to make their next move.
although... maybe for their first acts they'll have to use the pills they bought, or the chocolates they accidentally left on the kitchen counter. For you.
all without you knowing. Without you noticing how deeply you were falling for them, those who approach from the shadows, fantasizing about you being completely theirs, watching you sleep, looking at your naked body, imagining the most obscene things anyone could think of. All under that mask of sweet, funny, innocent boys.
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