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The Maze Women

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Until She Can't Take It {Brenderesa Smut}

Teresa gets brutally fucked by Cranks while Brenda watches.

Submissive Teresa x dominant Brenda, vaginal sex, one hole, blow job, anal, strap on, double penetration, fingering, oral, fisting, face riding, chest riding, vibrator, masterbation, knife play, gun play, humiliation kink, degrading, squirting, overstimulation, choking, slapping, spanking, cunt slapping, biting and bleeding, hair pulling kink, spitting, handcuffs, bounds, pantystuffing, gag, blindfold, dacryphilia

3,172 words

Brenda’s fingers were already in her cunt as she watched them tear Teresa's clothes off. Beginner Cranks weren't horrifying looking yet, but they sure had some damn strength. Her shirt was torn in half while one of them was ripping at her bra straps. She was trembling as fifteen, maybe twenty of them were already ready to use her. Her blue eyes looked so unnaturally innocent as what little clothes she had were being destroyed until she was in nothing but red panties that already had access and a torn lace bra.

Not giving her a chance to react, one of them held a knife to her throat. She gasped as it dug into her skin, forcing her to step closer. He didn't take his time forcing himself inside of her, stretching out her wet cunt. When she cried out, a hand was clapped over her mouth as someone stepped in front of her. With pure greed, he shoved into her. Already crying, she squirmed on the two cocks, consequently pushing them further into her.

One of the naked women found her clit, forcing a vibrator against it. Her eyes widened in shock as her pussy was filled with arousal. She let out muffled moans as they thrusted and pressed into her, railing her fast.

“Knew you were a fucking whore,”Brenda mumbled, adjusting the camera beside her on the couch. Spreading her legs, she touched herself to the sight she had introduced her to.

Wrapping his hand around her throat, he tightly squeezed, cutting off her air supply. She wheezed for oxygen, craning her head to the ceiling as she thrashed around. She was clenching around them, growing warmer, wetter, more and more ready to be used. The vibrations traveled up her spine and throughout her entire body, making her legs tremble. Small tears pricked her eyes as she tried to swallow air between moans.

When he let go, she inhaled as much as she could, leaning her head back. As dark handprints formed on her throat, her back arched as she was filled with cum. It dripped down her legs, staining her feet. Her cheeks were flushed red at the first orgasm, her mouth open as she was panting.

“Fucking slut,”one of them grumbled. Before she could respond, she was harshly slapped, snapping her head to the side. It made an echoing sound in the room as a perfect palm print spread across her face.

They pulled out before someone grabbed a fistful of her hair. When a sudden moan left her, Brenda threw her head back as she finished, more than enjoying the sight.

She was dragged to one of the couches as she was being undressed. She was whimpering as she was left completely exposed, her body a shining beacon of pleasure.

Throwing her on the couch on her back, they pressed down on her stomach as one of them held her neck. The second her mouth opened, he slammed inside of it. She was already gagging, spit dribbling down her mouth as she was brutally railed. While she was blinded by the sight of his cock, three long fingers thrust inside of her. When she groaned, her legs were pulled apart, leaving her spread. Enhancing the pleasure, she started rubbing the brunette's clit, fast circles that made her tremble. While she was growing closer and closer, one of them crawled on top of her, pinning her hands down. While she was choking, she dug her teeth into the top of her breast, urging a pained scream from her throat. Brenda watched as blood bubbled to the surface while she finished at the feeling, liquids squirting out of her cunt. While her eyes rolled back, more cum filled her throat, spilling out the side of her mouth. When he pulled out, the woman bit down on her thigh, leaving dark marks. As she screamed, thrashing under them, she felt something cold on her temple. Freezing in shock, she held her breath as a gun was placed to her head. The woman had a sick smile at the fear in her eyes.

Suddenly, someone started chewing on her other breast, digging their teeth into her. When she screamed, someone took her wrist, biting so hard she cried. Taking joy in the sight, they sucked and licked the metallic blood, moaning at her pain.

“Told you they’d ruin you. And you like it. You like it, you stupid slut,”Brenda smirked, zooming in on the bruises before showing the way she was sobbing and shaking.

Shoving the gun in her mouth, they made her eyes widen as she had to open it entirely. The cold metal barely fit, clanking on her teeth. While her hands were balling into fists, they pulled it out before slapping her.

“She wants more. She still wants more,”Brenda sighed. Hearing the words, she gave a stupidly eager nod.

“Fuck her harder. She hasn't had enough.”

Listening, they bent her over the couch. When her eyes widened in shock, a woman grabbed her face, ordering her mouth open as she shoved her pussy into her. Getting behind her, two of them carelessly started fucking her ass, slamming into her. She let out an echoing cry at the feeling, her holes wet and filled. Grabbing the back of her neck, she ordered her tongue inside of her, something she barely managed.

Pushing her to the limit, someone else shoved his cock inside, railing her. They weren't small by any means, girthy and long and rearranging her guts while she was enjoying the taste of cum.

“Letting them stuff you. God, you're such an idiot,”she laughed, going back to fingering herself. Letting out pained moans, her nails dug into the couch as she tried to hang on.

Grabbing her wrists, they pinned them back, trapping them there. Her toes curled at the control, her body reacting with more wetness. As there was another knot in her core, she finished on her face, liquids exploding. She laid there, letting her cream on her, while spilling down her own legs.

One of them grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks that were filled with thick cum. Her face flushed as if dripped out, her body nothing more than their pleasure holes.

When she tried to get her arms back, she was grabbed harder, her wrists forced together. Leaving her with no control, they handcuffed her hands together. She whimpered as the metal dug into the bite. Being careless with her, they tied her ankles together, leaving her almost unable to move.

Someone grabbed her, dragging her on top of him on the floor. He shoved himself inside of her sore ass while she thrashed on top of him. A woman lifted her legs in the air to slap her ass as hard as she could, drawing a soft whimper. Leaning down, she dug her teeth into her inner thigh, her nails digging into the sensitive skin. When she cried out, someone sat on her face, enjoying the vibrations she was already sending up her pussy. Ensuring she was under their control, a man spread his legs over her chest. As she gasped, he gave her tits a quick slap before harshly pinching her nipples. When she whimpered, she felt someone slam inside of her cunt, filling all of her. Her eyes clenched shut as he groped her breasts, forcing them around his thick cock to fuck them.

When Brenda suggested this, she knew what she was getting into. She was told what they would do to her. She was told they would leave her sore.

But hearing it and feeling it is completely different.

As there was another knot deep in her stomach, the man behind her wrapped his hands around her throat. She barely managed to keep her tongue out as she gasped while growing closer and closer. Her pussy was growing delightfully wet, tightening around the cock inside of her. Her ass did the same, leaving them grunting as they went harder and harder. Her nose brushed against the woman's clit each time she rubbed herself back and forth, using her face.

With another deep penetration and fingers digging into her neck and breasts and thighs, the pressure inside of her subsided. Brenda grinned as she watched her squirt, liquids going absolutely everywhere. Cum filled her entire body, thick white flowing down her face and on her chest.

Unwrapping his hands from her throat, he let her breathe. When the woman got up, the man on her chest smacked her across the face, leaving another deep bruise. She whimpered, her cuffed hands balling into fists as her back arched.

“She's fine. She wants more.”

Quickly listening, they pulled out while she barely managed to sit up. With dazed eyes, a lazy smile made its way on her face at the intense experience. She never really liked being the center of attention, but she could get used to this.

With no warning, someone wrapped a blindfold around her eyes, leaving her in darkness. Brenda threw them her wet panties, which were quickly shoved inside of her mouth.

Grabbing at her, they picked her up, dragging her to one of the couches. She was thrown on it, leaving her disoriented. Crawling on top of her, a woman thrust her hand inside, her fingers tight together to make her take it all. She let out a muffled groan before someone else's cock was in her throat. Grabbing her hair, he forced her head back as he thrusted into her throat as deep as he could.

“Look at how wet that slut is. She really should be embarrassed right now,”Brenda stated, zooming in on her cunt that was still being fisted. The fact that her hair was being tugged on didn't make it any better, her tied legs spreading as far as they could go.

Crawling on top of her body, a woman wrapped her legs around her throat while licking at her clit. She gasped, unconsciously reaching for something only to be trapped.

“Yeah. Fuck her. Fuck her good,”she groaned, rubbing her clit. She watched her choke and clench and cry. Her head was spinning with pleasure, her legs trembling as she was railed. The fist inside of her brought more muffled moans, her back arching and mouth drooling. Her pussy was perfectly used yet still ready for more.

As her clit was sucked on before being rubbed, she groaned as she finished, squirting past the fist inside of her. Pulling out, she smacked her aching cunt, making her yell out. As cum filled her throat, staining the panties still stuck in her mouth, it was slapped again, leaving her barely able to move.

“Stop,”Brenda ordered, walking through them. They listened, leaving her on the couch.

Standing over her, she nodded in approval. Handprints covered her face and ass while bite marks coated her skin. There was small bits of blood and scratch marks covering her, which looked beautiful with the prints on her neck. Her hair was a disheveled mess that somehow also had been finished in. Her face was covered in it, white dribbling past her lips despite the red panties peeking out of her mouth. She was blindfolded, though that didn't stop the tears and quiet whimpers. Her pussy was red and puffy, white seed still spilling out of her. Her hands were behind her back while her legs were firmly together. Not that it stopped the way she was trembling.

Running a hand over her clit, she watched her let out a soft cry as her pussy flooded with cum.

She was perfect.

Untying her legs, she admired the dark bruises. Firmly grabbing her neck, she choked her while undoing the blindfold. While she was wheezing, she quickly pulled the panties out and let go. She fell back on the couch, her eyes crossed and mouth stuck open.

Rolling her over, she uncuffed her. Her arms practically felt stuck that way. Until, of course, her ass was slapped again.

“You’re mine,”she said simply, picking her up and pulling her to her chest. Burying her face in her neck, she tried to hide away from all the lust-sick eyes. It was an insatiable hunger for them. Using her had only left it worse, had left them ready to go even rougher next time.

Kicking the door shut behind them, Brenda threw her on the bed. She squealed as she bounced on the mattress, gripping the red cotton sheets.

She circled like a hungry shark ready for its next meal. This was exactly what she needed, exactly what she wanted. To use the innocent-sounding girl she knew had a dirty side.

Grabbing her legs, she pulled her to the middle of the bed. When she gasped, her hands grasping the sheets, she climbed on top of her body while forcefully separating her legs. While Teresa squirmed under her, her limits growing more and more mixed, she sat on her face. Squeezing her thighs around her head, she made sure to get what she wanted. Grabbing her waist, she tried to find some sort of stability in the chaos.

Brenda threw her head back at the deep vibrations and sloppy tongue. She let herself freely moan as she rocked herself back and forth, cumming on her face. Teresa was drowned in her liquids, whimpering as it covered her. Making her take it, she squeezed her thighs tighter while cutting off her circulation. The gasps and wheezes were a pleasure that came once in a lifetime, something that left her pussy fluttering with pleasure.

She let go and calmly got up. Teresa was whimpering, small tears on her face that she was trying to wipe clean. Disapproving, she grabbed the unloaded gun off the dresser, pointing it at her.

“Leave it,”she demanded.

Her hands trembled as she set them on the bed. Nodding in approval, she walked towards her, weapon still in hand. While Teresa was staring at her with wide eyes, she ordered her legs open wider. With sluggish movements, each one sending a pained shock up her body, she separated her legs.

Brenda was quick to slap her abused cunt. It was as wet as could be, white still inside of her. She was an unnatural red, one that could only come from something like this.

When she let out a high pitched cry, she was slapped. Before she could do anything, her face was grabbed, making her look at the dominant girl.

“You may be fucked by them, but you're still mine.”

“Brenda-”

“Bend over. Now.”

When she stared at her, her heart racing out of her chest, her hair was pulled. She let out a groan, her eyes rolling back as she was positioned on her hands and knees. From right outside the door, the group was listening to her be even more ruined, practically drooling at the thought of continuing it.

While poor unsuspecting Teresa was facing the wall, the shorter girl gripped her waist. With no warning, she slammed the strap on into her. The unexpected feeling made her scream, her numb pussy being pushed past her limits. The size certainly didn't help, thick and long, designed to feel so good it hurt.

“Yeah. Yeah, you like it, don't you slut?”she growled, grabbing her hair. As she was thrusting inside of her, her toes curled, back arching deeper. Her eyes were wide, mouth caught in a moan at the deep fuck. She was paralyzed with pleasure, her cunt clenching at each penetration. The force made her body lurch forward, which was interrupted by the hair pulling. Her cries were silent, her eyes half open.

With another lazy thrust, she dropped her head. She fell forward, her face buried in her elbows. Her legs trembled as she squirted on the toy, cum soaking her feet.

Pulling out, she grabbed her shoulders, forcing her down so her pussy was on her own ankles. While she was ordered to fuck herself on her feet, she was blindfolded. Taking it up a notch, a ball gag was tied between her sore lips, leaving her in a dimension that didn't exist.

“I said fuck yourself!”she shouted, slapping her face. She screamed in pain, her face flushed red as she rubbed herself back and forth. Spit ran down her lips, leaving her absolutely humiliated.

“Stop crying, you filthy little whore,”she snapped, grabbing her wrist. While she groaned, squirming and thrashing, she quickly tied her wrist together, making a knot so tight it bruised. While Teresa was practically paralyzed, she flipped her on her stomach. Grabbing her legs, she forced them against her sides, tying her ankles to her thighs so she was left spread.

“I’m gonna let them in. Gonna let them fuck you.”

She shook her head no, crying at just the thought. Shoving her forward, she watched her helplessly fall on the mattress while begging for her not to. With selfish lust, she spanked her while ordering her to mean it. When she let out more muffled pleas, she slapped her harder while repeating the words. Her ass pushed out, making it clear that was the only thing allowed, while she was doing her best to say that was all she wanted.

“I said beg,”she demanded, dripping at the muffled sobbing. She couldn't speak anymore, her body limp and hands clenching into fists. Brenda grabbed her hair in dissatisfaction, making her whimper.

“I’m going to fuck you again. I’m going to take you,”she growled, getting between her legs. When Teresa lazily nodded, her back arching, she grabbed her throat, pulling her to her mouth. Forcing her hair to the side, she sunk her teeth into the bruised skin, firmly biting. When she squirmed, crying out, three fingers thrusted into her aching pussy, leaving her practically limp. Brenda kept pulling her hair, turning her head to the side until her cheek was pressed to her face. She dragged her teeth over the sensitive skin, drawing more soft cries, before her pussy was slapped as hard as she could manage. Her toes curled at the sudden sensation, her tied legs trembling.

The Cranks were eagerly outside, ready to break down the door. Ignoring their banging, she dropped her head, letting her fall again. Rubbing her hands together, she spanked her sore ass again, making her holes clench.

“I’m going to leave you here now. Let you think about why you're so dirty, you’d agree to this,”she promised, dressing herself. Teresa’s pussy dripped at the degrading, making her stomach churn as she was sure something was deeply disturbed within her.

Brenda walked outside, leaving the door wide open. She gave quick orders for them to leave her alone, making them groan and complain. Rolling her eyes, she promised she would let them use her later while walking away. Scattering like dogs, they went to their spots, waiting for the tied up girl to beg for it all over again.

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On Her Shoulders

Summary:The weight of her family is on Teresa.

400 words

Teresa laid in bed, listening through the thin walls against her will. The screaming only seemed to grow worse each and every night. Sometimes their voices carried so loud, she couldn't even make out the words. As her father and brother's words turned into a mush of rage, she turned the volume up. Her headphones were working overtime to muffle it so she could have some sort of sleep.

As she closed her eyes, trying to get some rest before the sun rose, there was a taunting beep that made her quickly sit up. Scrambling for her phone, she stared at the low power warning on her only method to make it stop. Jumping out of bed, she sprinted to her drawer, searching for her headphone charger. As the voice grew fainter, her breathing grew faster. Her entire body flushed hot as she overturned her neat space, trying to keep her sanction.

Her hands scraped the bottom, making her heart drop. As she fell to her knees, her vision blurring with tears, her escape died, leaving her with only Thomas and Janson’s arguing.

She slowly looked up, consequently meeting her full length mirror she had begged for. She never imagined one day she would be on her knees in front of it, hands clasped in a prayer she knew wouldn't be answered. Her arms trembled from a mix of quiet depression and repressed contempt.

Her bloodshot eyes were surrounded by dark circles that had gone unnoticed. Her hair was on its third day unwashed and unbrushed, a greasy, itchy mess that she was hiding in buns. Her arms were littered with old and new crescent marks that she never realized were there until it was too late.

Taking another breath that hurt her chest, she hesitantly took off her protection. Grabbing her dresser, she pulled herself up the way she always did. Tomorrow she would pretend to have heard nothing and comfort her brother when they were at school. She would go to advanced classes and tell her few friends that everything was perfect. Her teachers would see nothing more than a ready to learn smile that assured them they didn't need to worry about her. When she showed off yet another perfect score, everything would be fixed.

Because if she worked hard enough, if she was good enough, if she was independent enough, she could fix the entire world.

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Self-defense

Summary:The act itself is the easiest part of self-defense.

771 words

Teresa kept the pillow over her ears to try to ignore it. She had done nothing wrong. It was an accident really. It was an accident, and she had nothing to feel guilty about.

It was late when he rung her doorbell, at the very least for a woman living alone. She immediately paused the television, holding her breath as she waited to see if it was real.

They knocked again, a little harder this time. She moved in the middle of nowhere to get away from that, to live in solitude unless she wanted to see people. She had a simple life. She got up to the sun shining and drank her coffee on the porch. She showered before going to the office for a few hours. Sometimes she hung out with her friends or picked up dinner. Most of the time, she headed back home and read for a little bit or watched television while having a meal.

Nobody disturbed her, because she designed her life that way.

So if someone was knocking, they had to have a reason.

Her stomach churned as she creeped closer and closer. Her mouth dried as shivers traveled up her spine. Something felt wrong in a way she never experienced before. She froze as she stood outside her door, her heart racing in her ears.

When there was a demanding knock and maniacal laugh, she stumbled back. Her hand went to the dresser by it for stability, only for a vase to smash on the floor.

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Then a crack.

She stood up quickly, sprinting away from the door and to her phone. As she was still in the living room, there was more splintering of the wood. She screamed for help as she leaned her hand against the wall, her head spinning in circles as she tried to think.

The door busted open as she was on the third step. Never one to back down, she kept going with no plan. She had to think of a plan. She was in the middle of nowhere, her keys were in the bowl downstairs, and her phone was at six percent when she put it in the charger.

As she was in her doorway, trying to push inside, a hand grabbed her ankle. A man was shouting incoherent threats, his voice crazed to the point where she knew there was such a thing as reason. His hands were wet, and she didn't want to know from what.

She kicked him in the face, making his grip loosen. Her door had no lock, and there wasn't time to block it off. In a last resort, she ran to the window, trying to push it open.

It was no use as her door was off its hinges. When she turned around, she saw what could have been a zombie. He was missing patches of hair, and bits of flesh were scraped off. Deep crimson was dripping from his mouth which seemed fitting with his bloodshot eyes.

She didn't think. Not really.

She just grabbed the shotgun she had been gifted more as a joke than anything. She was never one for violence and certainly had no enemies.

Not that she knew of.

She cocked the weapon and positioned at him. As he ran at her, she fired. The loud bang was echoing in her ears, louder than anything she ever heard. The force shoved her back, leaving her disoriented.

There was no time to focus on that. She had to be sure he was dead.

So she fired again and again and again until there weren't any bullets left. Then she fired some more.

She shut down as she acted on autopilot. She extracted the bullets from the body and put it in the garage while she figured out what to do. She started bleaching the walls, scrubbing the floors, and wiping the baseboards. If she was a suspect, they would look at every room. She couldn't let there be any evidence.

The door would have to be a tomorrow problem. She was done with thinking and too exhausted to stand.

As she laid there in bed, staring at the ceiling, she knew she couldn't handle this on her own. She couldn't exactly look up what to do, and someone might go looking and would definitely suspect the forest.

Picking up her phone stuck at four percent, she went to the only contact that she could trust to help and keep his mouth shut.

“Aris?”

“Teresa, it's late. What do you want?”

“Do you know how to get rid of a body?”

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Love of the Game

Pairing:Brenda x Teresa

Summary:Teresa's supporting basketball for one girl alone.

246 words

Brenda could feel sweat dripping down her neck before she even got on the court. She had put her all into this sport. She had given up sleeping in and not looking at protein counts and free time. Some days, it didn't even seem like she had a social life.

The net was standing proudly, towering above her. It was a neverending building, stretching to the sky as she craned her neck to look up. It was looking right back at the uniform she would wear for the last time and laughed.

This was it. This was the final game of the season. If she screwed this up, she could never show her face anywhere again. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, a preview to what would come. And what to come didn't seem to be something she liked.

As she was frozen in place, she heard someone already cheer. Turning to the stands, she saw a familiar face that made her breathe. Teresa smiled when they made eye contact before making a heart with her hands. The bracelet with the number ten slid down her wrist, a not so subtle appreciation to the number on her jersey.

Her girlfriend showed up like she did every game just to watch her. They both knew damn well she didn't care about sports. She cared about Brenda. That's why she was going to play, and she was going to win. Simple as that.

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Teresa as The Last Unicorn

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When the Sun Goes Down

Summary:After turning to WCKD, it's no shock that people aren't overly drawn to Teresa. While the general consensus was to leave her be, Sonya can't push past the memories of her friends' faces. The growing resentment was inevitable. Sitting alone together every night was a choice.

When the Sun Goes Down

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Rainbow Child

Pairing:Platonic Brenda x Jorge

Summary:Brenda doesn't get the reaction she expected when she comes out to Jorge.

637 words

Pansexual.

The word really was simple. She likes boys, she likes girls, and she likes everyone in-between. She just wanted a partner she could share her life with. Why would someone judge her for that?

There was no reason to, but people do it all the time anyway.

Jorge was different though. Not quite her dad but not quite not. He raised her when her parents just disappeared and George went with them. He took in the weird neighbor girl and taught her to shoot a gun. Not liking guys couldn't possibly be where he drew the line.

She sat at the kitchen table, reading without taking in any information. It was an excuse to run her fingers along the page to give her hands something to do. The sun was just starting to come out, subtle rays of light shining through the windows.

Oh damnit, the sun was coming out. How was space doing a better job than her?

Slamming the book down, she groaned as she ran her hands through her hair. Her foot tapped anxiously on the ground, awaiting something she was still arguing with herself about. How could she know how to pick locks and be nervous about saying words?

“You're up early.”

She jumped at the voice, turning to the doorway. He was already dressed and ready for the day, which she didn't understand. She was barely aware of her own existence yet.

“Unfortunately,”she sighed, pushing her novel away. She turned her attention to the table, trying to force herself to just say it. She should have done this at a Taco Bell. Nothing's ever gone wrong in the afternoon at a Taco Bell.

“You have a long day ahead?”he asked, pouring his coffee.

“I’m pansexual.”

The two words spilled before she could take it back. Her face grew hot as she said it aloud for the first time. She had written it in her journal and taken all the online quizzes. Saying it out loud though, that made it real. That meant it was just another fact about her.

“Oh. Well, you did say the rainbow was your favourite color when you were a kid,”he recalled, taking a sip from his mug.

She could only stare, her brows furrowing in confusion. Of all the reactions that could have happened, not once had this crossed her mind.

“Oh?”she echoed.

“It's true. I got a note about you arguing with-”

“No, I mean . . . you don't care?”

She was looking at him with such hopeful eyes, still asking for approval. As he looked back, another image crossed his vision, another version of her. There was a time when she didn't even want to leave her bedroom. She would lash out at everyone, screaming her voice raw. She was violent, mindlessly getting into fights over the wrong look and breaking her own things. Most of all, she was scared. She lost the only family she had and didn't know what to do with that.

“As long as you can help me with Bertha this afternoon, I don't care what you are.”

She breathed out a sigh of relief as she leaned back. The weight had finally lifted off her shoulders. The chains on her wrists broke, leaving nothing but hope in her path.

There was time for that in a few hours though.

“I’m going back to bed,”she said simply, not bothering to force a smile as she turned around.

In truth, Jorge had no idea what pansexual was. He understood at the very least it didn't mean only guys, but it would be more shocking if that was the case. She was a magnet to the other queer kids for a reason.

He didn't care who the hell she loved.

As long as she never brought home Minho.

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kiss me and i might drop dead — a brenda/teresa ballet au

Brenda has only ever seen Teresa from afar, never expecting they'd never end up at the same company, let alone ever talk to one another. Things change when they're both up for the lead in the upcoming winter ballet, and when Brenda is forced to wrestle with some emotions more complicated than her well-practiced routine.

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Truly Unlovable {Brenderesa Smut}

Brenda uses Teresa for her own gain.

Crank Brenda x sub Teresa, fingering, scissoring, degrading, dacryphilia, spanking, hair pulling, squirting, angst

2,234 words

Teresa looked so peaceful, her hair splayed out on the backpack. Her chest rose and fell at a steady pace while her soft lips were parted. Her face was a light pink from her time out here but still flawless. Her hands still looked soft, like they needed someone to teach her what to do.

Lust was something nobody really talked about when it came to becoming a Crank. Everything else was already sick enough. The last thing people wanted to hear about was need.

Brenda was feeling it though. Her days around the pretty girl had left her ready to pounce. She needed it, and she needed it now.

Her footsteps were silent as she approached her. Everyone else was still in a deep sleep, their time out here draining them. They needed all the strength and rest they could get, Teresa included. Unfortunately, there wouldn't be enough time for what she wanted to do to her on one of their breaks.

She kneeled down, pushing some of her hair out of her face. She looked so peaceful for once, her eyes still calmly shut. Smiling at her sleeping figure, she placed a soft kiss to her forehead.

Then she snapped.

Grabbing her arm, she pulled her up against her. The brunette gasped as she was taken out of her slumber, trying to register what was happening. Before she could do anything, she was being dragged away by someone unknown.

The panic was unimaginable, her legs kicking out as she tried to scream. Shutting her up, Brenda picked her up and slapped her hand over her mouth. She squirmed, lifting her head and trying to escape the hold, to no avail. Her years in the Scorch and now growing strength of a Crank had left her unbeatable.

Teresa was pulled away from everyone, forced into an abandoned building. She was thrown on the ground before the door was shut, leaving her trapped. Her eyes hadn't fully adjusted, and the dark didn't help. She blindly crawled back, searching for some way out. Her heart was racing as she heard footsteps leisurely approach her, like they had already won. When she opened her mouth to scream, she was left frozen.

Because she was familiar with that face.

“Br-Brenda? What?”she stuttered.

“I’m going to fuck you, Teresa Agnes. I’m going to make you cry,”she said simply, kneeling down to be on her level. Her mouth opened, then shut, trying to figure out what to do.

“I-why?”she asked much softer than she liked.

“Because you're the only other girl.”

“Oh,”she mumbled. For some reason, her heart dropped at the answer. Of all the things the reason could be, that one was the coldest. The growing admiration she had for the girl certainly didn't help. She was quick on her feet and looked ethereal while she did it. She knew what she was doing and who she was in a way you couldn't help but stare at. She carried herself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how great they actually were.

“Take your clothes off,”she said blankly, looking down at her.

“What if I don't want to?”

Brenda blinked like she hadn't expected resistance. Her expression remained scarily calm, her eyes still just as dark.

Then, with a shrug, she turned around to leave.

“Wait! Wait!”she called, scrambling up while pulling at her shirt. She was undressing as quickly as she could, her bra being unclipped with one hand while unzipping her pants with the other. She looked pathetic, hopping up and down for a chance to be her little sex toy.

She was out of breath before she was even touched, fabric discarded around her. She stood there, completely nude, vulnerable in a way nobody else had ever seen.

Brenda looked her up and down, making her cross her legs. Her pussy already looked ready to be touched, her thighs slick with arousal. Her body was fit like it could take quite a bit of action. Her breasts were the perfect in-between, made to be groped and played with. Her face was magnificent, blue eyes that held faux innocence and hair draping over her shoulder. She was the dream girl Brenda had been waiting for.

“You’ll have to do.”

She frowned at the cruel words while her crush undressed. She was caught between not wanting to put up with this and wanting to know what it was like to be with her. Could she really enjoy it if she was degraded the entire time? Was she really so lovesick she would let her first time hurt her heart?

As she saw her naked body, she decided yes. Yes it was.

The bite was hidden in the dark, giving her plenty of confidence. Practically bouncing on her, she shoved her back. When she hit the floor, the wind knocked out of her, three fingers plunged inside of her, far too much for her first time. She whimpered as she moved up, trying to relieve some of the pain.

“This is nothing compared to what I’m about to do, so you better get used to it,”she promised, kneeling over her. Teresa squirmed, looking at her with soft eyes that almost made her feel bad for using her. Before her conscience could kick in, she grabbed her face, forcing her cheek on the floor so she was facing the wall. Her hands reached at nothing, her eyes already welling with tears as the pace inside of her increased.

“Only sluts would be this wet. Are you a slut, Teresa?”she asked coldly, harshly rubbing her clit. She couldn't answer, too busy moaning at the unexpected attention. The pressure in her stomach was building, a dangerous feeling as she was thinking with her legs instead of her head.

“You must be to let me fuck you so easily. You probably let anyone do this to you, huh?”she degraded, taking her fingers out before positioning her middle and ring finger together.

“I’ve never-ah! Ah!”she cried as two fingers plunged inside of her. Her palm rubbed against her clit, leaving her a moaning mess. The grip on her face was suddenly gone, instead on her thigh to spread her legs. She bit her lip at the new position, her eyes closing in pleasure. Leaning her head back, she let out a muffled moan as she came, the pressure inside of her subsiding. She gasped at the first orgasm she could remember, her eyes snapping open. Her legs trembled as cum squirted out of her pussy, something she wasn't aware could happen. She looked at Brenda for help, begging to be guided.

She looked absolutely beautiful under her. She was looking up with the kindest eyes, ones so full of hope and affection. Her hair was messy, some of it starting to cling to her skin. Small beads of sweat scattered on her flesh while her pink lips were a little darker.

Brenda had never seen someone so gorgeous.

“Wow. You sure do take it like you've been around.”

When her expression dropped, she climbed on top of her, pinning her legs down with her knees. Her hands held her shoulders, leaving her absolutely helpless. She seemed so soft, so delicate, like a flower that was meant to be untouched. Like one that would never die.

She was going to die. She was going to die so soon while everyone else just got to live on. That wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, and it filled her with rage, and it helped take away whatever complicated feeling she had for the girl who trusted her enough to lay under her.

Grabbing her thigh, she firmly hooked their legs together, their cunts pressed together. Teresa gasped at the sudden pleasure, pushing her hips up to help. She was so desperate to please while being so needy herself.

Leaning closer, leaving their bodies against each other, she leaned her mouth by her ear. Biting back a smile, she let herself believe it was something sweet and kind and more than being fucked on a dirty floor.

“You're absolutely pathetic. You're going to go to sleep and think about how much you liked this.”

She did her best to blink back tears before being distracted as Brenda grinded faster, their clits kissing in a beautiful harmony. Her hands reached around her shoulders, searching for something to love her back, only for her to grab them, pinning her wrists to the floor. It was by no means soft, fingers digging into her skin as she was held captive.

There were no nails though. If it were someone else, the beginner Crank wouldn't have cared. A stranger, a friend, whatever. They were nothing but a quick fuck for her own pleasure.

Deep down in her heart, she didn't want Teresa to suffer the way she was. She wouldn't even risk it.

She was far gone enough to call her a dirty whore while fucking her faster. She was far gone enough for it to make her cum when tears fell from her eyes. She was far gone enough to grab her and put her on her hands and knees without caring about the fact that she was tired.

“You want more, huh? You want some more inside of you?”she taunted, plunging two digits into her. When she moaned out a yes, her head dropping as she enjoyed it, her hair was grabbed, firmly pulling it up. Her back arched because of it, pushing her fingers deeper. She whimpered at the pain on her scalp before moaning as she rubbed her clit with her thumb. Her toes curled, hands sweating as she tried to focus on the fingers inside of her. If she closed her eyes, she could pretend she wasn't being called a filthy toy who liked being on her knees. She could pretend she wasn't being treated like a sexdoll her first time. She could pretend her heart didn't ache more and more at each callous word when all she wanted was to be told she was enough.

“Take it. Take it, you dumb slut,”she snapped, adding a third finger. She moaned, her pussy clenching as she was filled. Her legs shook as she was close, though the harsher grip on her hair took care of that. Her stomach twisted in knots, her thighs trembling as she was being pushed over the edge.

When Brenda tried to pry a fourth finger, she screamed. She was being stretched, being used more than she could handle. She was sure she felt something inside of her rip, something internal and unfixable.

“Do you want it or not?”she asked matter-of-factly, pausing.

Teresa felt tears spill as she thought about it. She didn't want Brenda to stop touching her. She didn't want to risk her never having feelings for her. She didn't want another person to leave.

So she gave as firm a yes as she could.

She let go of her hair, making her collapse on just her knees. Burying her face in her arms, she bit down on her skin to hold in screams of pain. It was too harsh, fingers carelessly scissoring inside of her, curling back and forth. She couldn't hear the sounds of her own pussy being played with, cum slick and dripping down her thighs. When the pace got faster while another hand reached under her, roughly circling her clit, she sunk her teeth into her skin hard enough to draw blood. Closing her eyes, she held in sobs as she finished anyway, squirting on her arm and the ground.

Brenda pulled out as though nothing had happened, quickly licking the cum from her hands. When Teresa was still unable to move, the monster in her acted on instinct, striking her ass as hard as she could. She whimpered as she collapsed on the ground, laying there helplessly.

Brenda listened to her sniffle as she dressed, hiccuping every now and then. She didn't dare look, didn't dare let her heart get involved. She was going to die. There was no need to make that more painful. She wouldn't let herself get attached to another person, and if that meant fucking them hard enough they feel disgusting, so be it.

“Here. I’ll let you keep a little memento,”she said dismissively, throwing her panties on her exhausted body. She didn't respond to it, closing her eyes as she tried to imagine someone stroking her hair and kissing her cheek. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine love. Not love because of childhood attachments or because she was useful or because she was strong. She imagined that someone was laying beside her, touching her softly as they gave her their heart.

The door opened then slammed shut behind her. There, hiding from her shame in an abandoned building, she let herself sob. Her throat was raw, eyes stinging sharply as she couldn't see. Her head ached from the pulling, leaving it painful to even move. Her legs were strained in a way that made it clear she wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.

She would have to though. She couldn't let anyone know what she foolishly believed she wanted.

So there, with her sensitive area she once believed would be taken kindly dripping with cum and blood, she cried herself to another nightmare filled sleep.

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Princess Teresa . . .

who writes letters and songs to Brenda while she’s away at war

A/N : is this just an excuse to make another princess! Teresa moodboard…maybe. This moodboard is lowkey giving nothing burger but it’s so whatever. It’s SO HOT IN NYC RIGHT NOW JESUS HELP MEE

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Opposing Reflections

Summary:Cheyenne and Teresa are two sides of the same coin.

263 words

Stay Gold

Being true to yourself, innocent, uncorrupted, unblemished etc.

Teresa looked at the small hand in hers. Cheyenne’s condition wasn't anywhere near where she wanted it to be. Her eyes had only grown redder, her pupils dilated with blood. The growing veins had only gotten worse, the infection spreading up her arms.

She was still her though. Even though it hurt, even though every day seemed to bring something new, she was still her.

“Teresa?”she asked in a soft voice. Despite how saying one name strained her throat, she still said it with hope. When there's a disease, people find a cure. It was practically a biological instinct. Get rid of the weakness, of the pain, of anything that wasn't making life better.

“Yeah?”she smiled, trying to ignore the creeping doubt. She still had so much light in those reddened eyes, like someone with too much to live for. If anyone would make it, it had to be her.

“I’m gonna see my mom when I get better. Right?”

Her smile dropped for a second, her head filling with memories. She wasn't sure when everything inside of herself changed. Maybe it was when she couldn't hide the bite any longer. Maybe it was when she tore her own eyes out. Maybe it was when WCKD kept promising they were right there.

It didn't matter. Either way, she would never remember the innocence of being a child. It was too late for her.

But it wasn't too late for Cheyenne.

“Yeah. You’re going to see your mom when you get better.”

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Mentally Home

Pairing:Brenda x Teresa

Summary:Getting out of her toxic house doesn't mean Teresa's mind escaped.

1,166 words

“That’s it. I’m changing major's,”Teresa repeated, slamming her medical textbook shut. As much as she wanted to find the cure for every disease out there, she couldn't do much if she went insane.

“You say that every week,”Brenda reminded her, lightly nudging her side. Covering her face with her hands, she held back a scream. She could practically see the light at the end of the tunnel. Each class made it more and more tempting to just disappear into. She could be Alice in Wonderland, except she’d never leave.

“It’s going to be fine. You'll do what you always do and study until you go blind, be convinced you failed, and end up with the top score,”she assured her, reaching out to push some of her hair back. On instinct, Teresa jerked away, her gaze downcast on their blanket.

The atmosphere around them dropped. The shining sun was back home again, refusing to let them taste peace. Just because they were free to be who they were didn't mean they had escaped.

Teresa could hear her mother's words clear as ever. She had taken the life she was given and spat on it. She chose lust over heaven, and she would lay the price. Her entire family would pay the price. Their legacy in their town would be a sick daughter corrupted by a queer.

“I’ve got to run. Don't wanna be late for class,”she excused, shoving her book into her bag.

“Teresa-”

“I’ll see you later,”she rushed out, throwing it over her shoulder. Her legs worked before her head did, leading her to the room she didn't have to be in for another two hours.

Brenda knew that of course. It only made sense she would know her own girlfriend’s schedule.

But she also knew now was one of the times she couldn't even say I love you.

× ~ × ~ ×

Teresa could feel herself being lulled to sleep by the hands running through her hair. Brenda's fingers scraped her scalp, leaving her eyes half open. She would say the long day helped if not for the fact that those only make sleeping harder. This was truly the only way she could turn off her brain.

“I hate this part,”Brenda grumbled, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Well, yeah. It's not made to be enjoyed.”

“Why couldn't he just kiss his girlfriend?”

“Would you rather watch a movie where nothing happens?”

“I’d rather watch a movie without scenes that make me want to blow my brains out.”

“You're ridiculous,”she sighed, sitting up. Leaning on the headrest, she crossed her arms as she watched her stretch. Pulling herself off the couch, she yawned as she raised her arms.

With a mischievous smile, she wrapped her arms around her waist, tugging her on her lap. The blue-eyed girl smiled as she shook her head. Tightening her grip, she kept her safely on top of her.

“I was trying to get water,”she stated. When the short haired girl sighed, loosening her grip, she fell right into the trap. As she started to stand, she scooped her into her arms. Teresa had no choice but to hold her shoulders while scolding her for the lack of freedom. Despite her words, she had an uncontrollable smile on her face, caught up in the moment.

She was lightly tossed on her bed, a place both of them had spent hours in. Taking her spot beside her, she wrapped herself up in her lover again. Grabbing her face in her hands, she pressed their temples together, keeping them close.

Her eyes were beautifully dark, the color of fresh coffee. Those eyes were the first important things after their nights together. The other was that fresh cup meant to wake her up. She could see their future now. They would spend their days immersed in the world they built together. With walls they painted, pets they adopted, and shows that were theirs, they would have the perfect life.

But beyond that was something else. It was darker than those sparkling eyes, darker than hot coffee, darker than what everyone said. She would live a perfect life.

And then she would suffer for it.

Brenda saw it before Teresa even stood up. The guilt, the shame, the embarrassment. She wasn't sure if it was because of her or because of wanting to be with a her, but it stung all the same. Because at the end of the day, she was the center of it all.

“Tess-”

“I have to go,”she cut her off, grabbing her jacket off her chair.

“It’s okay. Please? We don't have to worry about them anymore,”she pleaded. Turning her back to her, she slid out of the open door. Her arms were crossed over her chest to make herself smaller, to hide away from who she was. Following right behind her, her girlfriend begged her to listen, swore on everything she had that it would be alright.

“I know it's still scary after everything. I feel it too. But-”

“No! You don't know!”she yelled, snatching her hand away. Her fingers burned from being touched. Her heart yearned for more, to be held and loved as she cried on the floor. Her body remembered what happened when someone first noticed, the way her stomach churned at what could happen.

Stepping back, she stared at her. She was struggling to breathe, tears brimming her eyes as she was caught between what she knew and what she was taught. Her world was collapsing around her more and more every day while Brenda kept flying higher.

“You don't know,”she whispered, dropping her head. She felt something deep in her chest crack, her brittle bones splitting in two.

“You don't know. You went home and knew-and knew you were allowed there. You were loved and cared for and could exist. Jorge was as good as your dad, and he kept you safe. And I’m sorry. I’m sorry it was so sad that you couldn't hold my hand or kiss me or-or tell me that you loved me. But when you did, when I did, I was shunned from my entire family. I lost my entire life. I can never go back without being insulted or-or who knows what. So I’m sorry if it makes you feel bad that I’m still scared to accept this. But at least you’ll have someone in your corner if you stop loving me.”

“I-I could never-”

“Just get out,”she demanded, stepping back. Opening and closing her mouth, she tried to find some way to make it better. She could talk about how she had chosen her family, or how great she was doing, or just say she loved her.

Instead, she stood there speechless.

“Please?”she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

With no idea where they stood, no idea if there even was a them, she left the place she thought she belonged.

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In The Stars

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 - 𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚂𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝

A/N : I hateee this but I wanted to post something so here I go again!! Idea is really cool though so

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Murderer Brenderesa

Their playlist

Brenda didn't exactly enjoy killing. She certainly wouldn't do it if she didn't have a reason. Sure, some people would think her reason wasn't very good, but they didn't get it. They would never get it.

She didn't like getting rid of what were technically innocent people. All Thomas did was love Teresa and be loved back. She was the most wonderful person in the world, and he somewhat understood that.

Not as well as her of course.

Aris had given her a hug one second too long and an innocent peck on the cheek. It was purely platonic. He was affectionate with the people he was close with, and Teresa didn't mind.

But she couldn't risk it.

Rachel hadn't done anything at all. She was just her friend.

When the people she cared for died, Brenda got to be there though. She would hold her as she cried on her shoulder and sleep beside her while promising to protect her.

If she waited long enough, if she took enough people away, she would be the only one left.

If she was the only one left, Teresa would see her enough to realize she loves her too.

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Doomed Brendreasa

ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ - ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇꜱ ʙʏ ᴇᴛʜᴇʟ ᴄᴀɪɴ

A/N: idk if this is really considered ‘horror’ but Teresa is the murderer and it’s doomed because she’s gonna murder somebody yada yada yo. ANYHOW…credits to @opossump0ison for the cute dividers!

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CITY GIRL TERESA

A/N: I would say this is too ultra specific but nothing is too specific for tumblr. I’m sure someone will get it out there. Okay we love Sapphic independent Teresa! Thank you to @sister-lucifer for the super cute star/pride dividers!

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