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Chapter Nine of Addicted

word count: 1,707

a/n: writing collab with @dmysterioblog

Glass hitting the walls, screaming and yelling. That’s all Dean could hear from the outside of Roman’s front door, frantically looking for the spare key he had been given.

Finally finding the key and unlocking the door, he stood there quietly taking in everything. There was Rhea screaming her head off at him and throwing things while Roman tried his best to calm her down and explain everything. Roman seemed to notice Dean standing in the doorway and glanced over, making Rhea stop.

Rhea collected herself and silently went upstairs, taking all of her dogs with her. “Look I’m sorry, something came up and we got into a huge fight over it I-”

“Don’t worry Ro, I’ll just wait in the car for you” Dean reassured him and smiled, walking out the door. Roman signed in relief and headed upstairs to shower along with changing his clothes. Once he was finished, he stopped by the guest room Rhea was staying in.

He gently knocked and waited for her response. “Come in.” 

Roman opened the door and sat on the end of the bed. “Look, I only found out from Charlotte. I was going to tell you before I left but JD beat me to it. I’ll be back in an hour or two alright?”

“Fine..” she responded softly, giving him a small hug before he left out of the door.

Rheas POV

I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed Charlotte's number.

“Hey Rhea what’s u-“

“So you knew and didn’t tell me huh? You knew Dominik was cheating, you knew who it was with and you didn’t dare tell me? Charlotte no matter how many times we have fought I have always had your back in your relationships. I would think you would have the same mutual respect for me but no.. you don’t.”

I didn’t let her respond and hung up, tossing my phone somewhere on the bed. I sighed and got up from the bed, walking downstairs to the kitchen. ‘Where the fuck does he keep it..’ I thought to myself as I rambled through cabinets. Oh finally. Snatching the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet, I grabbed a glass and poured half the damn bottle. Oh well.

No ones POV

Roman had just finished his date with Dean and even stopped by the hospital Seth was located at. All three of them had the longest conversation known to man but it was enjoyable for them, seeing as they really haven’t had a real conversation since the Shield split.

Roman unlocked his front door and immediately smelled alcohol. Shit. He roamed around the house and finally found a sleeping Rhea in his bed. He sighed in relief and picked up the half empty glass of whiskey on the floor, setting it on his nightstand. He gently moved her over and tucked her into the soft matte black covers, planting a soft kiss to her forehead. He instantly thought of someone who could sober her up and make her feel better, his cousin Jey.

It didn’t take long for Jey to get there and make his family famous soup that always helped Roman when he had a hangover or was just flat out drunk. Jey went upstairs to Roman’s room where Rhea was still sleeping, so beautifully and peacefully. He gently shaked her side, making her whine, slowly waking up.

“Jey..?” she spoke confused, attempting to sit up but he stopped her. “Yeah it’s me, don’t worry about sitting up I gotchu” he told her and moved the covers, lifting her up bridal style from the bed. She was caught off guard but relaxed in his arms, resting her head on his shoulder. Roman smiled to himself seeing them come down the stairs, watching as Jey placed her down in the chair he had pulled out for her.

Roman walked over and gently rubbed her back, “You doing alright? You drank almost all of my whiskey” he chucked to himself, making her smile. “Yeah..sorry about that Ro,” she apologized and looked back over at Jey who was pouring the soup into a bowl. He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water, sliding it over to her. 

Roman checked his phone and walked over to the door to slip on his shoes. “Hey I’m gonna head out, I have a scheduled gym session with my trainer today. Don’t get in any trouble,” he spoke, glancing between them, making them giggle to themselves. Once Roman was out the door, Jey turned towards Rhea.

“Hey, I made some soup, you want some?”

“Yes I would. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Jey quickly went into the kitchen and made her and himself a plate. He walked back and placed the plate in front of her with a smile. Once they were done eating, Jey took the plates back to the kitchen. They then decided to watch some TV in the living room together.

“Hey, um… I heard about what Dom did,” Jey said, trying to strike up a conversation.

“you did?”

“Yes and I just wanna say that he’s an idiot for cheating on a beautiful woman like you.” Rhea turned to look at him. Her eyes suddenly looked down at his lips.

“Make it better, Jey.”

“I-” before he could reply she kissed him, her hands gripping onto his hair. Once he realized what was happening, he kissed her back. Soon the kiss got heated. Jey’s hands found their way under Rhea’s shirt, caressing her skin.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” she quickly agreed and he picked her up and took her upstairs to her, leaving a trail of clothing behind. By the time they got in the bed, they were completely nude. As the kiss grew messier, he remembered that she was still intoxicated.

“Are you sure you want this? You still have alcohol in your system and you’re emotional-”

“I’m sure, Jey. Please? Make me forget about it.” He hesitated before he made his way down her toned body. He licked a stripe down her folds, savoring her taste. He started off with kitten lick, wanting for her to squirm, then sucked on her clit. 

“Fuck Jey” Rhea’s hands found their way onto his hair. He continued his torture until he knew she was ready for him. He pulled away and sat up on the bed.

“Jey-” she whined.

“Shh, you wanted to forget right? Now get on all fours for me.” Rhea did as she was told. He teased her entrance before fully entering her wet hole. He let her adjust to his side before he began to move. His thrusts got faster and rougher and soon the only things that could be heard were her moans, his groans, and the sound of skin slapping. Jey wrapped his hand around her neck and brought her body against his chest, the new angle making her eyes roll to the back of her head. 

“Does that feel good, huh?” he panted out into her ear.

“Y—yes…shit-” Rhea could feel herself getting closer to the edge and he noticed by the way she was squeezing him. 

“Let go for me,” he said while leaving feather-like kisses on her shoulder. She came with a loud moan and he followed suit. They both fell on the bed panting and catching their breath. Unfortunately for them, they didn’t hear Roman come into the house looking for his forgotten wallet. Roman went upstairs when he couldn’t find it downstairs.

“Hey, have you seen my-” he cut himself off when he came face-to-face with the sight in front of him.

“Yo- Roman, I can explain-” Jey pleaded.

“I called you over to watch over her not to sleep with her, for fucks sake, Jey. What is wrong with you?”

“Look, man, I got carried away…¦”

“Carried away? Jey, she’s hungover and she just found out her boyfriend cheated on her with her ex best friend. She is confused and alone-”

“Who are you to dictate my feelings, Roman?” Rhea finally spoke.

“I’m not trying to dictate your feelings, Rhea. I’m just trying to look out for you-”

“Well, you’re not my mother. If I want to fuck Jey, i will do so. Now both of you leave my room.”

Roman sighed and walked out of the room, heading over to the bathroom where he found his wallet. Jey was a little hurt by what she said but obliged, putting on his clothes and heading downstairs.

“Look Jey, I understand the feelings you have for her but I told you don’t rush into it.” Romans voice appeared behind Jey making him a little startled but he relaxed. “Sorry uce.. we both got a little carried away and I’m sorry” Jey apologized again, Roman not responding and walking out of the door.

Rhea slowly walked down the stairs, hearing only a little of the interaction. It was silent and a little awkward as she went to retrieve some more water, but she couldn’t stand it.

“Look Jey.. I’m sorry for getting you caught up in all of that and it’s my fault, I apologize. I got a little frustrated with you two and I didn’t mean it, things have just been rough and overwhelming this week.” she spoke as she sat down next to him on the couch, noticing a sleeping Bella on his lap. 

“I figured, don’t worry about it. It sucks you’ll be missing the draft this year though” he reminded her quickly about the draft coming up. “Yeah I know.. I just hope Damian can keep everything together for me while I’m gone” she responded, smiling at Luna who jumped onto her lap.

Rhea couldn’t explain how she really felt about Jey but she felt more.. loved. She felt as if she could trust him more than she can ever trust her own boyfriend. She wanted to feel bad for having these feelings but how could she?

Clearing her throat and taking a sip of her water, she relaxed on the couch. “What movie do you wanna watch? We can just chill in here until my cousin gets back” he said, breaking her out of her thoughts. 

Maybe a new relationship won’t be so bad.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #rhea ripley smut #wrestling #jey uso smut #jey uso x rhea ripley #roman reigns #charlotte flair

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Chapter Eight of Addicted

word count:1,137

Roman sat in his living room, distraught. After watching Smackdown and seeing his family fall apart, the last thing he wanted to see was his favorite person hurt. Rhea.

Turning his tv off after she relinquished her title, he sat there for a moment quietly. God knows how she’s feeling on the inside, he genuinely wanted to cry for her. He got himself stable and stood up off the couch, heading to the kitchen and pouring a small glass of whiskey.

Suddenly his phone began blowing up, text messages from Rhea along with more of his co-workers that he left on delivered. Downing the glass of whiskey, he picked up his phone and dialed Rheas' number.

“Hey Rips, look I’m sorry I couldn’t be there for you when shit went left I-”

“It’s fine Ro.. is it possible I can um visit you sometime this week? I know you aren’t booked for anything so..”

“Yeah of course, anything you need I will always be here. Quick question..” he trailed off, scrolling through a few of his notifications. One from Charlotte caught his attention so he opened it, eyes going wide instantly. He quickly processed the small paragraph that was sent to him, falling quiet.

Char💙(3 days ago):

Hey Ro! I know you’re the closest with Rhea at the moment and I found some stuff out about Dom, I just don’t know how to tell her. I mean she just won at Wrestlemania so I don’t want to spoil things for her.. Basically what I found was pictures of Liv and Dom making out, I don’t know who sent them to me though.

“Ro? Is everything alright? You’re scaring me- Dom get off of him oh my god-”

He didn’t respond, just sighed and collected himself. “Yeah..everythings fine I just uh read something wrong sorry for worrying you” he lied, and he felt extremely bad.

“Oh no worries, hey when do you think I could come over? I’m looking at a couple flights right now..”

Roman checked his calendar, seeing that he had a date planned with Dean for tomorrow. “You can fly in tomorrow if you’d like, I do have something planned for 12:30 but I don’t mind you staying with me for a while or being here when I’m gone”

“Ok great, I just booked a flight. One more thing Ro.. is there anything you need to tell me before I get there?” shit.

“Of course not”

“Shit I forgot! How’s my baby Bella? Is she eating okay? Is everything f-”

Roman chuckled and cut her off, “Yes Rhea, Bella is fine. Along with Luna and Barry, Bella has just been sleeping all day for the most part.”

Rhea smiled to herself, thanking him for watching her dogs for her while she was traveling. They exchanged an ‘I love you’ to each other before she hung up the phone, turning her attention back to Dom. He was scrolling through his phone, seeming to be texting someone.

Rhea got a little curious, continuing getting her bag that she brought with her ready so she could leave. She slightly peered over as she stood on her tippy toes, only seeing the name as he put his phone away. She just stood there and didn’t say anything, turning her attention back to her stuff. ‘Why would he be texting Liv..’ she thought to herself.

“Hey I’m gonna head out now, I have a flight in the morning to go get my dogs and just relax back home” she announced, getting everyone's attention. Damian came over and gave her a final hug, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Safe travels sis” he told her, making her smile.

Dominik POV

I felt sort of relieved she had left, sneaking off from the rest of the group before our next segment to find Liv. “There you are, I’ve been looking for you since yesterday” I spoke as I finally found her, off to a corner by herself.

“Sorry I’ve just been a little busy. Has she left yet?” Liv asked, playing with the ends of my mullet. I smiled, “Yeah she’s gone, she’s leaving out tomorrow or something to go get her dogs. Since she’s gone though.. I have the room to myself” I glanced down at her, making her stop her actions and smile.

“I’ll be there don’t worry” she whispered and gave me a kiss on the cheek, walking off. I smiled and headed back to the judgment day's locker room, getting ready for the segment. Once the segment was over, I headed out with JD to get ready and have my match with Andrade.

He seemed a bit off but I just brushed it off, warming myself up.

No ones POV

Rhea finally got back to the hotel room and checked her phone, seeing as it was almost the end of Raw and she had at least an hour to get a nap before the flight. Stripping out of her clothes the best she could, she slipped herself under the covers. Her mind began wandering back to Wrestlemania 39 when she had match of the year with her best friend and her reign had begun.

Rhea closed her eyes and sighed, relaxing into the cold sheets. Finally she would rest without anything or anyone stressing her.

Fast Forward.

Roman woke up to someone pounding at his front door. He checked his phone and realized it was Tuesday, jumping out of his bed. When he opened the door, Rhea stood there slightly irritated. “Look I’m sorry I didn’t know when you’d get here-”

“It’s not you Ro, I’m just tired and over everything. Where’s my dogs?” she asked, stepping in the house as Roman moved out of the way. She relaxed her body and smiled, seeing a happy Bella run up to her. She carefully scooped Bella up with her non injured arm, walking over to the couch while being greeted by Barry and Luna.

“Want anything for breakfast? Unless you already ate” Roman asked as he made his way to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

“Some toast and eggs would be fine” she responds, gently caressing Bella. Slipping her shoes off, Rhea propped her legs up on the couch and scrolled through her phone. Her heart sank when she opened a message from JD.

Roman seemed to notice how quiet she got and sneaked up behind her, seeing a message similar to the one he received from Charlotte. Only this time..there was actual evidence. Her phone fell out of her hand as tears welled up in her eyes. Barry and Luna instantly sensed something was wrong, jumping up on the couch with her.

Roman was about to walk away and begin cooking the eggs, but Rhea stopped him in his tracks.

“Did you know?”

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Chapter Seven of Addicted.

word count:823

Cody finally fucking did it. He beat Roman Reigns for the Undisputed WWE Championship. He was surrounded by love from everyone, Rhea even running to hug him when the cameras went off.

Roman on the other hand felt like his world was crumbling. Watching Seth go out there and attempt to even help Cody broke him, which caused him to hit Seth with the chair. He didn’t want to but god he was pissed and didn’t know how to handle his emotions. Giving Paul a long hug after he walked up the ramp, Roman headed off to his locker room.

“Get out.” Roman told Solo and Jimmy sternly, who had already showed up after the match ended. They could tell someone was completely off and silently left, flinching as the door shut and items were thrown.

Romans world was crashing down right before him and he couldn’t even do anything about it. His title was taken from him and Seth betrayed his promise. Suddenly a knock was on his door, making him slowly walk over and open it.

“Ro..”

“I don’t want to hear it Seth.”

“Ro please-” Seth was cut off as he was shoved and the door was shut in his face, Rhea catching the whole thing. She walked over to Seth and gently caressed his shoulder, the tears breaking from his eyes almost instantly.

He knew he made a promise, he just didn’t know the consequences. He promised Roman he wouldn’t show up, yet he did. And he used the one thing Roman hated against him, the shield.

“Seth..look I heard the whole thing, I promise it’ll be fi-”

“It won’t be fine. I made a promise to him and..I broke it” he confessed through tears, bringing his knees to his chest. He suddenly froze when he heard a loud bang from inside Romans locker room.

Jumping quick to his feet, he ran to the door and banged on it. Rhea followed behind him, attempting to get the door open. Nobody knows what the noise could’ve been and lord they didn’t want to know. Jey heard the commotion and rushed over, banging on the door.

“UCE! OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR” he choked out, getting slightly frustrated and emotional. Finally Damian ran over with some pliers, prying the door open.

Seth’s heart sank, seeing Roman so emotionally distraught on the floor. He was a crying mess, things all over the room as he sat there bawling. After everything he worked for and built.. it was taken from him in a split second. Rhea was the first person to walk over to him, checking his figure for any cuts or bruises.

“Ro..c'mon let’s get you to the room ok?” Rhea spoke softly, reaching to grab his phone. She saw 15 missed calls from none other than Jon Moxley. Rhea didn’t say anything as she stood up, grabbing Roman’s hand to help him stand. Roman stood there quietly as he held onto Rhea, limping his way out of the locker room.

. . . .

“Roman I understand that but please.. You have to talk to him at some point” Rhea told Roman, patching up a small cut on his leg caused by him throwing glass at the wall. “I know Rhea..i..it really hurt me” Roman stammered out through tears starting to form. Rhea shushed him and gently wiped his eyes which made him smile.

He sighed and leaned back against the pillows, feeling himself grow tired. Rhea pressed a soft kiss on Romans forehead, “Get some rest Ro. Call Mox in the morning and please talk to Seth. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Rhea told him as she stood up off the bed, smiling at him one last time before walking out his door.

Reality finally set in for Roman. He was alone. No Seth, no Jey, hell not even Dean. He lost his title and lost himself in the process, but he was happy for Cody deep down. He rolled over and grabbed his phone, deciding to call Dean. He answered almost immediately, just wanting to hear Roman’s voice.

“Hey RoRo you ok man? Look I saw the whole thing and -“

“It’s fine..Dede it’s really fine.” there was a small pause.

“Dean..please just tell me I still have you.”

This broke Dean. Completely shattered his heart. Roman felt so alone in this moment and all he needed was him.

“Yes Ro..you still have me and always will.” he spoke, trying not to break down into tears. Roman smiled to himself hearing these words, he just wanted to hug him.

“Look um.. whenever you’re free, can we go out? Like a date?” Roman asked, relaxing against the covers of the bed.

“Of course Ro, I’ll text you” Dean responded. It was like Roman could hear him smiling.

They continued a small conversation before Roman hung up, turning to his side to switch the light off. It’ll all get better.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest #finn balor #jey uso #the bloodline #roman reigns #wwe angst #jon moxley

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Chapter Six of: Addicted.

word count: 1,104

TW/// mention of abortion if you squint

Liv gathered all of Andrade’s things, putting them inside of his car. Meanwhile, Dom was untying him inside the house.

“Listen, you tell no one about this? You hear me? Absolutely no fucking one. I’ll see you on monday.” He spoke as he shoved Andrade out of the door, Liv scooting beside him.

Present day.

No ones POV

Andrade had arrived at the arena, heading to his dressing room to get ready and prepared for his match. As he was getting ready, his phone went off.

Charlotte🩵:

Hey Andrade, we need to talk. ASAP.

His heart sank. The fuck does she mean they need to talk?? Just then, production came and told him it was time for his match. He tossed his phone on the couch and sighed, getting some final stretches in before heading out the door.

Fast Forward.

Raw had just ended and everyone was leaving, except for Rhea. After what she said about Becky’s daughter Roux, Seth immediately went to find her so they could talk. The conversation was long and dreadful, but she understood him and quickly apologized.

Once the conversation was over, she walked to her car. Quickly stopping in her tracks to see a very upset Charlotte who seemed to be yelling at..Andrade. Rhea scrammed to her car, not wanting to be seen by them especially after what has happened these last couple of days.

Guess she wasn’t sneaky and quick enough, her eyes widening at a knock on her driver window.

. . .

“HEY HEY GET OFF OF M-” Rhea’s words were cut short when she felt her head get smashed into the side of her truck. She hissed as she grabbed her head, the stinging and painful feeling washing over her.

“The next time you drag Andrade into your bullshit relationship with Dom I swear to fucking god I wi-” Her words stopped, feeling Andrade grab her waist and pull her away from Rhea. She just sat there and processed everything that happened, stumbling to her feet and getting back inside her truck. She needed to get home to Dom and fast.

. . .

Roman sat at the edge of his bed, sighing to himself as he unwinded for the day. He had been in the gym and preparing for Friday along with media events he had to do. He glanced at his phone as he heard it ring, seeing Rhea pop up.

“Hello?”

“Ro- shit. Hey, can you come over?”

There was a pause.

“Unless you’re busy or something I..I don’t wanna bother you-”

“It’s fine, give me about 15 minutes.”

15 minutes go by.

There’s a knock at her front door, slowly standing up to go answer it. When the door opened, Roman could sense something was wrong.

“Hey Rips you alright?” he asked, stepping inside her home. She attempted to shake her head but could only wince in pain, almost falling over. “Got into a fight with Charlotte, that’s all” she finally got out after standing there for what felt like 5 minutes.

“Charlotte? Rhea-” he rushed to her side as she fell, feeling overwhelmingly dizzy. Roman lifted her up into his arms and walked to his car, making sure to grab her phone on the way out.

The Hospital.

Roman sat in the chair, tapping his foot anxiously. Suddenly he heard all of the judgment day rush in.

“WHERE IS SHE?” Dominik yelled out, his eyes stopping on Roman. “Hey man relax alright? She’s with the doctors and they haven’t said anything yet” Roman reassured Dom as he sat down next to him, worry and regret washing over him. Could this have been his fault?

A familiar woman walked out, searching for Roman. He gave her a soft smile as she walked over to him, “Roman correct?” “Yes ma’am. This is her boyfriend and her brothers” he responded, gesturing between Dom and the rest of the group. The woman nodded, flipping through her clipboard.

“She has a severe concussion that’ll keep her out of action for.. about 4 to 5 days.” She informed them, glancing between the entire group. Dom was the first to stand up and ask if he could see her, walking to her room once the doctor agreed.

Rhea sat up at the sound of the door opening, relaxing once she seen it was Dom.

“Hey mami..you feeling alright?” he asked softly, sitting down in the chair next to her bed. “Yeah I’m feeling a little better..”

“Rhea what happened?”

“..I got into a fight with Charlotte over this whole shit with Andrade.” she confessed, slightly sitting up.

Dom sighed as he took her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, “I’m sorry Rhea..for dragging you into all of that. I-I could’ve handled things better with my reaction but I didn’t..” he apologized as tears formed in his eyes. Rhea wanted to believe it was genuine but she couldn’t really tell.

“Dom..why were you with Liv? I mean you know what happened between us so it just seems a little weird and-”

“Rhea. I know where your mind is going and I understand that but just please..don’t think the worst.” he reassured her as he gently caressed the back of her hand.

Rhea sighed and relaxed at her words, getting comfortable in the bed. “So when can I go home? I miss the dogs” she said with a soft pout making Dom smile.

“Doctor said you can go home today” she looked up to see Damian with a bag of medicine in his hand, smiling.

“Hey Iyo” Rhea spoke as she looked behind Damian, seeing Iyo behind him. She waved back in response with a smile.

Timeskip.

“Rhea you have to take it easy ok? I know how much you want to get up and go but you can’t. Now are you all locked and ready for the flight to New York?” Dom asked her as he continued packing his bags, glancing over at her.

“Yeah yeah..I’m all packed. Hey, what happened to Iyo and the baby?” “Oh well she decided to do what’s best for her and mania”

Rhea nodded and sat back against the headboard, scrolling on her phone. She glanced over at Dom, “Does Roman and his annoying cousin have the same show as us babe” Rhea asked as she checked her schedule.

“Oh shit he does I forgot- Well hello Luna” Dom spoke with a chuckle as Luna crawled up onto his lap. Rhea smiled as Barry jumped up into the bed with her, sensing she was hurt and being gentle.

“Guess we’ll see them there then.”

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest #iyo sky #charlotte flair #roman reigns

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Envy Prologue.

Envy - a negative feeling of desire centered on someone who has something that you do not.

You and Rhea were high school sweethearts. Things were beautiful..up until Liv got around. What would happen if you and Dominik finally got together?

. . .

“I trusted you. You gave me your word and I thought everything was gonna be fine!”

Liar.

. . .

Rips.: You know you miss me.

“Babe, what is this in your phone..?”

..shit.

. . .

“1..2..3! Here’s your winner and NEW WWE Women’s Champion (wrestling name insert)” Rhea smiled as she leaned back against the soft couch, watching as you beat Iyo for her title. How fucking perfect.

. . .

“Dom I don’t know man..something seems off about them two.”

. . .

Mami💜:

Always keep your eyes open.

. . . .

“Oh trust me Dom, she’ll never forget who she belongs to.”

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wwe x reader #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x fem reader #wrestling #damien priest #finn balor #liv morgan

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Chapter Five of: Addicted

word count:1,172

warnings!!! - knife mention

Roman got up bright and early to make sure he wasn’t late for whatever this meeting was about. Once he arrived though, everything in the room seemed off.

Dom sent them to a location he was unfamiliar with, soon realizing this was a..warehouse? He shook his bad thoughts off and walked inside, seeing Andrade who looked scared out of his mind. Maybe he shouldn’t have shook those thoughts o-

“Roman..” Dom spoke, breaking him from his thoughts, glancing over at Dom who seemed to be smiling. The room was dimly lit so he couldn’t hardly see shit. “Have a seat” Dom spoke and pushed a chair next to Andrade. Roman hesitantly sat down, avoiding all types of eye contact.

Doms POV

I smiled as I looked between the two of them. “So..Damian and Liv told me everything. Before you even speak, I’ll talk to Rhea myself. Until then I would like to speak to both of you about it.” I spoke as I sat down in the chair I had facing towards them. Poor Andrade looked scared out of his mind, it was cute though.

“L..Look Dom, it was her idea and I feel stupid for even going through with it alright?” Roman spoke, making me turn my attention to him. Well at least someone confessed here. “I see..what about you Andrade?” I looked over at him, flashing him a smile. He didn’t respond.

I stood up and walked closer to him, picking up a knife which got his attention quickly.

“D-Dom look what he said was right ok man? Just..please put that down” he spoke very quickly, making me chuckle. “So all of that was her idea? Even when you were going to talk to her that week when I decided to face Gunther?” I spoke, lifting his chin with the tip of the knife. I glanced over to Roman who just said there silently, like he should. Suddenly Liv appeared from behind me, rolling out a chair that she strapped Rhea to.

Rhea just looked at me with this scared look on her face, making me smile. I tossed the knife to Liv, switching spots with her as I walked over next to Rhea.

“Everything is fine ok mami?” I spoke softly, stroking a piece of hair out of her face as I smiled.

Just fine.

Timeskip. No ones POV.

Roman ran to his car before shit got crazy, not even caring about what happened in there. He was just lucky that Liv agreed to let him go, catching his breath once he got in his car.

Checking his phone to see 15 missed calls from Seth. Shit. He didn’t even bother to call, just sending him a quick ‘Im fine’ message as he drove away from the warehouse. Rhea flashing in his mind and how scared she looked, she must’ve never thought Dom would get pushed to this of all things.

He came to a red light and sat there waiting, feeling someone staring at him. He glanced to his left as his eyes widened. It was Liv. She just smiled and waved at him, as if she didn’t almost kill A- he was in the backseat. Andrade. Roman just turned his head back to the road in front of him, speeding off when the light turned green.

Damian’s residence.

Damian had called Roman to see if they could talk about this whole thing so he agreed, pulling into the driveway. He noticed quickly Seth’s car was out front as well and sighed, getting out of the car and walking to the front door.

Two knocks. The door opened to Damian’s tall figure, flashing a smile. “Hey Ro” he heard Seth call out and waved at him, walking into the house.

“How’d the meeting go with Dom?”

“It went..well” he spoke hesitantly, which only Seth seemed to notice but brushed it off.

“So to just cut everything short, do you want a relationship with her?” Damian asked, leaning back in his seat. Roman shook his head no almost instantly. Why would he want a relationship with Rhea after the shit he just had to witness?? “I see..well I suggest you talk to her and just drop everything with her alright?”

“Yeah Ro, I agree with him. I mean she’s with Dom so it’ll never work and it’s just causing issues between th-“ Seth’s words were cut off with a knock at the door. Damian stood up and opened it, revealing a shaken Rhea.

“Sis..you alright?” Damian asked, helping her inside. She was just quiet, heading upstairs to the spare bedroom she always stayed in. Roman just looked at her, the only one who knew why she was so quiet.

Rheas POV.

Why..that’s my only question. Why. I sighed, sitting down on the bed. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I immediately sent a text to Liv.

Livvie.

Hey, can we talk?

Livvie: Why should we?

Well I just have questions. And where did Dom go?

Livvie: He’s with me Rhea. If that concerns you any

I sat there confused, tossing my phone somewhere on the bed. This was all my fucking fault. I heard a knock at the door, feeling too tired to open it. “It’s unlocked” I spoke out, watching as the door opened to reveal Roman.

“Hey..they told me to come talk to you so that’s what I’m gonna do. You alright?” he asked, sitting down next to me. I just nodded, waiting for him to begin speaking.

“Good. Well I know you’re with Dom and all of that so we have to cut things off, alright?” he told me to which I just looked at him.

“Yeah..I get it. How’s uh you and Seth?” I quickly changed the topic, not wanting to continue this. “Things are the same as last time we talked” he spoke with that pretty smile of his following after.

“You seem tired so I’ll let you get some rest, just call me if you need anything ok? We’re friends and nothing more.” I nodded at his words and watched him leave, resting my body down on the soft bed below me. What the fuck is my life right now?

No ones POV.

After Roman left, he was completely unaware of what Rhea had endured.

Liv and Dom were at her house, sitting on the couch having a few drinks. “So what are you gonna do?” Liv asked him, setting her glass down.

“I’ll talk to her and we’ll go from there. I don’t know if she’ll even want to talk to me after all of that but it’s worth a shot” he responded, downing the rest of his drink. “And Andrade?” she reminded him, glancing towards the stairs.

“We’ll deal with that later.” Liv smiled at his words, throwing her legs over his lap. Dom smiled and gently caressed her legs, humming as he turned the TV on.

Turning the TV up to muffle out Andrade’s pleads of course.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wrestling #damien priest #liv morgan #seth rollins #roman reigns #andrade wwe.

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Chapter four of: Addicted.

word count: 1,151

Roman arrived at the arena and spotted Andrade, deciding to speak to him since they haven’t in a while. “Yo Andrade!” he spoke as he walked over, making Andrade turn his head. They dapped each other up and made small talk, nothing too major.

Timeskip

Cameras were rolling and Dominik had to just act like everything was fine. He had a match tonight against Ricochet and chose to focus on that more than anything else, not even his “girlfriend” on his shoulder. Andrade walked in and Rhea’s eyes trailed all over.

She once again knew it was wrong especially with Dom standing next to her but Andrade looked absolutely delicious tonight, smelt amazing too. She chewed on her necklace while looking at him, turning her attention to Dom. Ideas racing all over her mind, she’ll definitely be talking to him alone tonight.

Timeskip.

Dom had a match and Rhea saw this as a wide open opportunity. “Andrade!” she whisper yelled from her dressing room, hiding behind the door. He turned around to see who it was and smiled, walking to her direction.

“Hey mami what’s u-“ he was cut off as he shoved into the room from someone behind. “Cmon pretty boy get in the room” it was Roman. Rhea just smiled as she locked the door, her plan working.

Little did the three of them know, Liv was watching everything and boy did she have news to tell Dom.

After Dom’s match.

Dominik was pacing around looking high and low for Rhea. It wasn’t until Liv had stopped him to realize something was..off.

“Liv, where's Rhea?”

“About that Dom..here come to my dressing room alright? I have an appearance but it’ll be quick.”

With that he followed her to her dressing room, sitting down and grabbing the bottle of water that she handed him from her mini fridge. She walked out of the room to go pace around before telling him because god knows how he’ll react.

A few minutes go by and Dom just sat there, he had a staff member go fetch his phone from his dressing room so he just played games while waiting for her to return. She finally returned and seemed..worried about something.

“Dom look..I know you and Rhea have been going through some things with Roman these past couple of days. I’m just gonna cut to it alright?” he nodded at her words. “I saw your friend Andrade and Roman go in her dressing room during your match. Heard some things as well and just walked away” she told him as she watched his entire face drop.

Roman was one thing..but his own friend Andrade?. His heart completely sunk and he felt tears form in his eyes, letting the tears fall as he sat there silently. After everything and especially yesterday, you would’ve thought she would put an end to all of this for him. But she went out and fucked his own friend while he was having a match that she didn’t even bother to watch. He silently stood up and walked out of Liv’s dressing room,not saying a word.

Liv felt entirely bad for Dom knowing all the shit he went through.

Dominik stormed into the judgement day’s shared room, throwing his phone at the wall. “Woah woah easy there fella, what’s going on?” Finn spoke in complete shock, he’s never seen Dom like this before.

“Where is Rhea?” he asked not giving two shits to explain anything.

“She just left..¿Te engañó otra vez?(Did she cheat again?)” Damian asked not wanting to cut anything short. Finn was the only one who understood what he meant and his heart broke as Dom slowly nodded, completely breaking down on the floor.

“No solo con Roman pero con Andrade, también-“(Not only with Roman but with Andrade, too-)

Rhea,who was unaware of literally everything, walked in the room a few minutes later. Everyone just stared at her, confusing her until she looked at Dom. Her heart dropped realizing this could mean one thing.

“..Andrade and Roman huh?” Damian spoke, leaving Rhea completely stunned.

She tried to back out of the room but Finn caught her, pulling her back inside and closing the door. “Sis this is the third time now. You told all of us you’d do better after the first time and now look at Dom.” he gestured over to Dom which made her feel even more guilty than she already was.

“..Dom, can we talk about this? alone please?” she glanced around the room, making the other boys nod at each other before walking out. Rhea sat her title down and sat next to him, gently wiping a tear that fell from his eyes.

“Rhea you lied to me. Three fucking times you lied. I believed in you, the whole group did when you made that stupid group meeting about the first time you cheated. But yesterday you went out to a bar and cheated again so I took some space from you to collect my thoughts. And just..just when I was about to try to work things out with you, you pull this shit.” he spoke and not one time did Rhea make even a small noise. She just said there in her own guilt and silence, realizing the weight of the whole situation.

“Dom..I’m sorry ok? Can we just p-“

“No. I want a break from you, Roman has a flight that leaves out Wednesday. I’ll talk with him and Andrade but you? I don’t even want to see your face.” he spat out quickly, standing up and grabbing his belongings. Rhea sat there hurt and weighed down with guilt, watching him walk out the door leaving her alone with her own thoughts. All she could do was break down and sob.

Timeskip.

About an hour and a half later, Roman was sitting in his hotel room about to get some rest when he got a group call from..Dom and Andrade. Shit.

“Hey what’s up?”

“I’m setting up a meeting with the both of you for tomorrow. 9:00 sharp, and don’t be fucking late either got it?” Dom spat out through the phone, chills going down both Roman and Andrade’s spine.

“Alright alright..I’ll see both of you in the morning then.” Andrade spoke after a 2 minute silence went by, being the first to hang up.

“Yeah,I’ll be there.” Roman finally spoke before hanging up.

“So..what was that about hm?” Seth sat up from his spot next to Roman, noticing his uneasy expression.

“N..Nothing. I just have somewhere to be at 9am if that’s fine with you” he glanced over at Seth, who nodded and smiled. Roman just sighed to himself as Seth turned to the opposite side and drifted off to sleep, how the fuck is he suppose to figure this shit out.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #wrestling #damien priest #dean ambrose #roman reigns smut #roman reigns #andrade wwe. #seth rollins

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Chapter Three of: Addicted.

word count: 762

Rheas POV

"So..Roman again huh?"

"Dom look ok- we got a little alcohol in our system alright j-"

"Bullshit Rhea. You said that the last time and you promised me it would never happen again." he spat out at me, I could tell he was getting irritated by the second.

I looked over his shoulder to see Damian and Finn in the bed, Damian's eyes not daring to look at me. Then I finally put the pieces together to realize that Damian was the one who told him all of this shit. How the fuck did he know?? Wait..Liv.

I felt my suitcase fall in front of me and I quickly turned my attention back to Dominik, eyes widening in hurt and confusion. Was he really kicking me out of my own fucking room?

"Get out. I booked you another room on the next floor down, I'll talk when I'm ready." the door slammed shut in my face after he spoke.

No ones POV.

Roman was heading out of his room when he heard sobs as someone stepped off the elevator. His eyes widened when he saw Rhea getting off crying, her suitcase in her hand.

"Rhea..w-what's wrong you alright?" he asked, gently pulling her into a hug as she sobbed more into his chest. "H-he kicked me out.." she managed to speak out through choking sobs. His heart sank knowing what she could've possibly meant, he never told her but Liv saw them leave. He thought she wouldn't say anything but turns out he was completely wrong.

"Let's just get you to your room alright? Here give me the key" he took the key card from her hand and read it. Fucking great. "Looks like we're in the same room Rips.." he spoke with a sigh as he walked her to the room and opened the door.

"I'm sorry I-I don't know why he would-"

"Don't worry about it, alright? Just get comfortable and get you some rest. I'll be back later" he spoke reassuringly as he tossed her the key card, giving her a soft smile as he closed the door.

An hour later.

Roman had met up with Dean at this small bar, he checked his phone seeing as he had a flight in about 5 hours but he'll manage. "Hey Ro" he heard the familiar voice of Dean appear in front of him.

"Hey Dede" he smiled back and stood up, giving him a warm hug. Roman decided on just ordering a water while Dean ordered double whiskey. "You know..it's been a while" Dean whispered, his hand running up Roman's thigh. Roman stiffened in his seat completely at lost for words.

I mean he was right, it had been a long time since the two of them were alone..together. God knows Roman missed the feeling but with him sharing a room with Rhea, there was no chance of him getting to that feeling..or was there?

45 minutes later.

Roman finally got out of the car after a long fuck session with Dean in his backseat. It felt way better than he remembered and he just knew he couldn't pass up on another opportunity. When he arrived at the hotel to get ready for his flight out to the next arena, he stopped at the sound of yelling and things being broken.

"IYO?!" Rhea yelled out as she threw some of Damian's stuff. Damian just stood there guilty, Iyo Sky standing next to him. "RIGHT BEFORE WRESLTEMANIA?! REALLY DAMIAN?!" she continued to yell and scream at the both of them. Roman was aware of what happened but would've never expected it to be..Iyo. Rhea had a point tho, Iyo had a match against Bayley at mania and with a baby in her stomach there was no possible way for her to wrestle.

Roman just quietly walked to the elevator and pressed the button, he couldn't wait for the pocketbook to start talking.

About 15 minutes later while he's packing, the door opens. Rhea still looks pissed as she walks through the door and slams it behind her. "And where the fuck did you. go?" Rhea questioned him as she plopped down on the bed.

"Meet up with an old friend, you ready for the flight in about 4 hours? I know we're going to different places but-"

"No we aren't. Paul switched you and your cousins flight, guess he forgot to tell you" she told him as he stood there confused but nodded.

"Guess I'll see you there then."

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #damien priest #wrestling #finn balor #iyo sky #roman reigns smut #dean ambrose #dean ambrose smut #seth rollins

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Chapter two of: Addicted.

word count: 1,836

Roman sat up out of his bed with a groan, waking up to his 7:30 alarm. He sat up and was instantly sore, giving him a fresh reminder of last night. He sighed and grabbed his phone off the charger, eyes widening when he saw 3 missed calls from Rhea. He instantly called her back as he flipped the covers off his legs and stood up to stretch.

"Hey Rips, what's up?"

"Did seth tell you"

"Tell me..what?"

"Well he set up a breakfast "date" for us to go to so we can talk. It's at 8:30 so hurry up."

She spat out and hung up quickly leaving Roman stunned. He put his phone back on the charger and grabbed his essentials out of his suitcase, heading to the bathroom.

Rheas POV

I hung up almost instantly after talking to Roman. Why the fuck would Seth set this shit up knowing I'm still pissed?! I glanced over at Dom who was peacefully sleeping, god he looked beautiful. I gently shook him, "Hey Dom..I have to go soon alright?" I spoke softly not wanting to really disturb him.

"Yeah..? Alright mami be safe" he mumbled tiredly back to me, kissing my hand before turning to the other side to get comfortable. I smiled and got out of bed, walking to the bathroom to check myself out. I've already went to the gym, showered, and did everything a woman needed to do. I checked the time and saw it was already 8:10 so I grabbed my mini bag and headed out the door, giving Dom a kiss on the cheek before leaving.

15 Minutes Later.

I arrived and I'm instantly irritated. I see Roman and Seth sitting at a small squared table off to the corner, walking over there. "Rhea! Glad you could make it." Seth said with a smile in which I returned one as I sat down. Looking at Roman just made me sick.

No ones POV

All Roman could do was look at her. I mean he felt guilty and tried everything to apologize, but he knew it would take some time.

"Rhea look, I know I've already explained everything to you. I'm really sorry alright? I never meant for him to find those messages and find out everything."

Rhea sighed, stirring the coffee stick around in her black coffee Seth ordered for her. "Yeah..I guess I accept your apology. I just don't want Jimmy around me ever. again."

"Alright I can promise that no worries" he responded with a smile, finally all of this would be put to rest.

"Soo..how's you and Dom?" Seth questioned, taking a sip of his coffee. "Things are..meh. Same old same old I guess" Rhea responded with a slight smile, not wanting to go into detail about the truth.

Truth be told, after Dominik found out about Rhea sleeping with Roman things went sideways for a while. He wouldn't book hotel rooms with her, he wouldn't even sit next to her in the car rides with the group. It took him a few weeks to finally talk to her and at least..attempt to move on from it. Things went well for a while and then they didn't. It took them a while to get back on track and just let things smoothe over on its own.

Roman looked around taking in the scenery when he spotted someone. Dean. He damn near jumped up out of his seat to go run and hug him but remained composed. "Rhea you know you can always talk to us right?" "Yeah..Yeah I know" she spoke which snapped Roman out of his zone. He was too busy looking around and staring at Dean to realize the conversation they were having. They were going on and on about the whole situation from Elimination Chamber and how her relationship was with Dom. He felt bad truly but god it was just unfair Dom got to have her and not share.

Rhea checked her phone and stood up almost instantly. "Hey I um- I gotta go. Something happened with Damian and Finn" she spoke quickly, grabbing her coffee cup and leaving.

Seth noticed Roman staring at someone and looked, it was Dean.

Flashback.

"Dean this isn't fair and you know it."

"Oh cmon Seth. You know he'll never love you the way he loves me just fucking face it dude."

Roman just sat there completely silent and out of it. He was in love with his two best friends and didn't know what the fuck to do. Seth walking in on him and Dean didn't make things any better for him either.

"One day Seth you'll realize. Nothing and no one can replace me in his life."

End of flashback.

Seth's blood boiled and his heart sank. Dean was the one person he didn't want to see ever again after those words Dean spoke to him. Roman seemed to notice this and sat there quietly, his gaze shifting off to look outside the window.

"Go talk to him, I know you want to."

"Seth I-" "Go."

Roman silently stood up and made his way over to the table were Dean was sitting alone. "Holy shit- Ro?" Dean spoke damn near choking on his drink. Roman chuckled and smiled. "Hey Dede..haven't seen you in a while you know. Ever since you went to AEW you kinda ghosted me" he spoke and took a seat in the chair across from Dean.

"Shit dude sorry about that. Works have been busy and you know how shit is" Dean spoke feeling guilty about just leaving Roman alone how he did. "It's fine I get it, how'd you like it over there?" Roman questioned.

"Awe man you've got to come watch one of my matches if you aren't busy- I'm having a blast" he spoke, seeming very enthusiastic about it which made Roman chuckle to himself. "I'll try, hey did you uh get a new number or something" he asked as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. "Shit- I did, here give me your phone"

Seth just sat there. Watching as Dean typed his new number into Roman's phone. This whole interaction just made him more and more pissed off, so he stood up and walked out of the building. Roman noticed and just sighed in his head, continuing his conversation with Dean.

When Seth got back to the hotel, he was not expecting the scene he saw in the lobby.

"Damian what the absolute FUCK is wrong with you huh?! You go out with Dom for one fucking night and come back with a pregnancy?!" Rhea was fussing at Damian at the top of her lungs. From what Seth gathered within the 5 seconds of him being there, Damian and Dominik went out to a club and Damian got someone pregnant. Thank god this was a WWE only reserved hotel or shit would've hit the fan quickly.

Finn was pacing around furious while Dom just stood there silently. He knew who the girl was sadly and if he told Rhea it would just make her more mad. He noticed Seth out of the corner of his eye and sighed as he quietly walked over to him.

"Is everything..good?" "Fucks no. I mean you hear what she's saying" Dom responded very quickly as he sat down in a lounge chair with Seth.

"So he got someone pregnant huh?" Seth asked as he sipped on the coffee he got to go. "Yeah..I mean I told him it was a bad idea to go home with the girl but he didn't listen to me. And I mean you know the whole thing between him and Finn right?" Seth shook his head no.

"Shit dude you've got to keep up with the locker room whispers. Apparently they're in some sort of relationship without a label on it, it's confusing shit and I just gave up on trying to keep up with it."

"So that's why he's so mad.." "Yup."

At this point Roman had returned and Rhea's former tag partner Liv showed up from all the commotion. "Rhea! Calm the fuck down ok?" Liv spoke as she held onto Rhea's arm to pull her back from slapping the taste out of Damian. Rhea snatched her arm out of her grip and walked off to go calm herself down. Dominik took this opportunity to stand up and go after her to make sure she didn't break anything like she tends to do. Damian stood there pissed after being yelled at like a fucking 2 year old but to be honest he deserved it.

Hours later. 7:30 pm.

It was a saturday so everyone tended to head out to a club or something to relax and have fun. Rhea invited Roman,Seth,Liv,Dom, and Bianca out to a bar for the night to cool off. When Roman arrived, he spotted Rhea alone and went to go talk to her. "Hey you alright? Where's everyone else?" "Oh hey..well the girls and seth are over there bothering some people. Dominik decided not to show up and instead went to Damian's room" he nodded at her words and ordered him a double whiskey.

"See you ordering the same thing as me hm" Rhea spoke and chuckled to herself, sipping on her glass of whiskey. Roman smiled and took a sip of his drink when he received it, looking off in the distance at Seth.

"You two still messing around?" Rhea asked, trailing her foot up his leg. She knew she was wrong for doing this but she couldn't help herself when he looked that good in his all black tight fitted shirt and sweatpants. Roman noticed this instantly and chuckled to himself, running his hand up her leg. "Yeah..we are. Is that an issue Miss Ripley?"

"Oh not at all..I can change that tho" she spoke with a smile and finished off her drink, Roman doing the same.

Fast Forward to the next morning.

Rhea sat up and looked next to her, instantly jumping out of the bed. How the fuck did she get in bed with Roman of all people? She quickly dressed herself and was about to leave but was stopped at the feeling of a hand on her waist. "Leaving now Rhea?" a familiar voice of Roman's in her ear.

"Yes Roman..Dom is probably worried sick about me alright?" she spoke and shoved his hand off of her. "Fine, go ahead and leave. We'll talk about this at some point" he spoke and watched her leave, loving every second of the view. He turned over in his bed and grabbed his phone, calling Dean to plan to meet up.

Rheas POV

I banged on the door, trying everything to wake at least Dom up. Finally he opened the door and looked at me, not seeming too happy to see my face.

"So..Roman again huh?" shit.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #rhea ripley smut #damien priest #wrestling #finn balor #roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose #wwe angst

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Chapter One of: Addicted.

word count: 1,196

Ever since they first met Roman had been hooked. Seth had this spark to him that Roman felt like he could get high off of. June 2nd 2014 replays in his head every day and he just couldn’t stop it. Liv and Rhea worked through their issues so why couldn’t Seth do the same with him?

Friday rolled around and it was about time for the promo segment they had. Seth was sitting in his dressing room when the door opened, revealing Roman.

“Long time no see.”

“Yeah.”

The small talk happened often between the two, they seemed to never be able to get over what happened a whole decade ago. But only when Roman needed..him was when they would actually “talk”. They last time they found themselves “having a conversation” ended in them fucking in Roman’s hotel room.

“What do you need now Ro? Is it Rhea or..-”

“No it’s not her and it never will be. Just wanted to..check on you I guess.” he confessed, not daring to make eye contact with Seth. Truth be told he was actually nervous around Seth due to him being the only one to see him so vulnerable.

“I see..why don’t you close the door and come have a seat hm? We have 20 minutes to spare.” Seth spoke to which Roman obliged and sat down on the black leather couch.He didn’t speak, just sat there trying to form his words before he said something stupid. “Heard about you and Rhea last week, everyone was talking about it. You know you two really have to work that whole shit out before the whole world knows.” Seth broke the silence which quickly reminded Roman of what happened the week before.

Flashback.

“Rhea you know that wasn’t supposed to happen. I swear I didn’t mean f-“ “BULLSHIT. You swore no one and I mean absolutely no one would find out about that yet here comes Jimmy throwing the shit in my face!” The two went back and forth. What were they arguing about, you may ask? Well to cut shit short they hooked up after Rhea retained her championship at Elimination Chamber. They swore up and down it meant nothing to them but god knows they were both wrong.

“Rhea I’m sorry ok? He must’ve saw the messages in my phone ok just-“ “No Roman that’s bullshit. Why the fuck would he even have your phone?!”

“HEY! Can you two knock it off? People are looking. Take this somewhere private for fucks sake” Dominik finally spoke, having enough of them bickering. The two looked at him and looked at each other, choosing to go into her dressing room to talk.

End of Flashback.

“Yeah..we’re trying, she’s still mad at me and rightfully so.” “I mean I would expect her to be, you swore to keep it private but let your idiot cousin ruin it” Roman sighed and nodded at his words. Letting his head fall into his hands he sat there, not really knowing how to take in all of the stuff he’s been dealing with. Seth stood up from his chair and sat next to him, placing his hand on his thigh.

“Look Ro. Try talking to her next week alright? Now cmon we don’t have much time before the segment and you know how long your cousin takes.” he cracked a joke that made Roman laugh, I mean he was right cause my god did Rock take forever.

Fast Forward.

Everything was going fine in the segment..until Roman grabbed the mic. The second the words “crossdresser” left his lips, Seth’s mood completely changed. At first Seth could not even believe what the fuck he was hearing and then it hit him what Roman actually said. He knew Roman would definitely be paying for that later.

Hour and ½ later

“Seth you know I didn’t mean it just please-“

“No Roman I don’t want to hear it. That’s what you wanna call me now really? Oh just the other night you were calling me d-“

“OK! Jesus I get it. Look I said sorry ok?”

“Don’t wanna hear it. Meet me in my room got it?” “..Alright.”

20 Minutes Later.

“Seth can you- not tease like that..” Roman breathed out with a slight whine, being teased by Seth for 5 fucking minutes that felt like an eternity. “Someone is needy tonight huh pretty boy?” Seth chuckled out, finally giving into what Roman wanted. “Damn near didn’t need any l..lube.” Seth breathed out as he eased himself inside. Roman’s breath hitched as he gripped onto the sheets in front of him. He attempted to reach back to hold Seth’s hand but was quickly slapped. “No touching. For me to be a crossdresser you know..you seem more like the type.” he spoke with a small laugh at the end, not wasting his time as he began thrusting at a rough pace.

Roman’s body damn near fell forward if it wasn’t for Seth holding him up by his waist, with all the teasing he went through on the way to the room and during those 5 minutes he was sensitive. “S- Seth-“ Roman choked out, already feeling like he was getting close with the insane pace Seth was going at. “Cmon pretty boy..you know that’s not my name.”

“f..fuck. please daddy” he finally whined out making Seth smile. “That’s more like it..” he chuckled out, lifting one of Roman’s legs over his shoulder. The position was nothing new for the two but it always made Roman let out the sluttiest high pitched moan you could ever think of. Roman was a babbling mess at this moment, unable to even form a proper sentence. “c..close” he built up the courage to whine out. “Fine pretty boy.. let go for me” and with those exact words, he came. Seth wasn’t far behind and before Roman could even process everything, Seth pulled out and flipped him around.

“You know what to do.” Oh he definitely knew.

15 minutes later.

“Roro..Cmon get up big boy” Seth sighed as he lifted Roman up off the bed, sitting him up straight to wipe his entire body down. Roman just sighed and rested his head against Seth’s shoulder.

“You going back to your room”

“Yeah..just give me a minute.”

Seth nodded and let him down carefully to lay there, placing his clothes in a pile on the chair next to the bed(it wasn’t there before🌚). Seth went to the bathroom and got a wet towel, leaning down to clean up some spots off the floor.

Roman sat up and slowly put his clothes on, not really speaking to Seth. This happened often between them, they would just fuck and not speak. It pained him but he would never mention it. Seth watched as Roman grabbed his stuff off the night stand and walked to the door.

“Hey..make sure to call me tomorrow alright? I have something planned for you.” Seth spoke as Roman opened the door making him stop.

What in the entire fuck was Seth planning??

“Yeah..alright.” he responded and walked out the door.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #wrestling #roman reigns smut #roman reigns #seth rollins #seth rollins smut

[riptideripley]

Reneé Rapp calling for a permanent ceasefire in Gaza.

Keep in mind that this is the first, major award she's won for her music in her burgeoning career, and this fairly new artist is not afraid to do the right thing.

[riptideripley]

Chapter One: Catering.

Word Count:630

April 18th 2022. The date replayed in her head like an ongoing record that could never be shut off. An annoying itch in her brain. It was the day she lost someone she thought loved her. Rhea Ripley.

Liv recalls that day very clearly in her mind,never letting it slip away. She was so close to a victory but let Rhea down..then lost her. Everything in her mind was spiraling, she tried talking to Rhea backstage but was just ignored and pushed to the side. She felt hopeless and alone.

She finally teamed with Raquel and moved on, but just when things were going well..Rhea came crawling back to ruin it. Injuring her tag partner. “You know Liv..if only you would’ve listened to me when i offered you a spot in my group.” she would constantly remind Liv every single day..until she did the unthinkable. She injured Liv.

———

Rhea sat backstage every Monday, watching every match since Liv had, even traveling to Smackdown. She felt bad for stalking a former lover like this when she has Dominik but..Dominik had other plans with Damian anyway so it didn’t matter to her what she did that much.

Rhea glanced at her phone, looking at the time only to see a text from Damian saying he’ll be with Dominik for the night. She chuckled silently to herself knowing exactly what he meant, tucking her phone into her pocket before rising out of her slightly uncomfortable chair. She decided to head to catering to grab a small snack since she barely ate all day, but there she was. The woman she was stalking. Liv Morgan. They made eye contact for a split second before Liv turned her attention back to the bottle of water she was grabbing. Rhea could only smile, she knew deep down Liv still loved her and only masked it with hate.

Liv tried to ignore her and just drink her water peacefully while relaxing after her match that got interrupted by Becky Lynch. Little did she know Rhea had followed her there and was watching her every single move. She felt the couch she was sitting on sink next to her and froze, not daring to see who it was..until she heard that familiar voice. “Liv..had a great match out there hm?” Rhea spoke, breaking the silence between them. It was just them two alone in the room, giving Rhea granted access to do whatever she pleased. Liv finally decided to give Rhea a quick look, or so she thought. It was like she was in a trance all over again. She just couldn’t look away which tortured her.

Rhea smiled as she noticed this, setting the plate of fruit she had down on the small coffee table and scooting closer to Liv. Before Liv could even process what was happening, she was straddling Rhea’s lap kissing her. God how much she missed these soft lips of hers..suddenly snapping into reality and pulling herself off of Rhea. “Awe what’s wrong honey? We were just getting started..” Rhea spoke softly as she stood up, towering over Liv who just stood there slowly processing everything. “I..I fucking hate you!” she yelled as she stormed out of the room leaving behind her water. ‘Sure you do’ Rhea thought to herself chuckling, grabbing her fruit and heading to her locker room. She noticed a note on her black vanity and began reading it as she munched on the pineapple from her plate.

“Meet me in room 222

- Liv. ”

Rhea has never grinned this wide in her life. Quickly finishing her fruit, she packed up her stuff and checked the time. 9:30. Enough time for her to go to her room before meeting Liv.

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Two Mamis

summary:Ever since you joined the judgment day,people have been raving about Dominik having two mamis. He’s always denied the idea but behind closed doors,it’s completely different.

wordcount:1,534

Rhea and Dom were close. Everyone knew that,but they didn’t know how close they reallllyyy were. You were completely oblivious to this right up until you were invited into the Judgment Day as a replacement for JD. You happily accepted,feeling yourself grow more and more excited to be with the ex con and eradicator. As time pasted,Rhea grew more than a friendly liking of you. Her and Dominik had been together roughly 2 months after she recruited him,keeping their relationship private from the world. Though on screen everyone thought they were together,they would never reveal the truth behind the rumor.

Rhea had suggested adding you to their relationship,since they both had discussed about having a third partner. Dominik was a bit skeptical about you at first,his attraction to you growing more once he finally saw you wrestle. He was used to seeing you in baggy clothes,nothing too fancy. But once he finally saw you in your wrestling gear he lost it. Your beautiful figure stood out to him,the tattoos peaking ever so slightly. He was in awe. After a brief discussion with you about the idea,you agreed.

Rhea’s heart skipped a beat when you said yes. Her dream girl really wanted her. She was over the top excited,making sure you were by her at all costs. Dom just stood by,admiring his two gorgeous girlfriends. You enjoyed the company of them,it comforted you. But little did you know this would be so much more.

Rhea was a sex addict. Dom knew it better than anyone else did. Always whispering things to him between segments and matches,making sure no one caught on. The part that shocked you the most was finding out how their on camera dynamic somehow..flipped. Dom had mentioned to you one night while you were in his hotel room about the sex they would have. You were completely comfortable and open to having this conversation,curiosity getting the best of you. You could never picture THE Rhea Ripley as the submissive one in a relationship,but quickly learned and later on accepted it the closer you got to them.

Now how did Two Mamis start? Well one day during a backstage segment,you and Rhea had just retained your tag team titles while the others waited for you two. You came back inside completely exhausted and ready to go home. Dominik had just walked in shortly after you too and noticed this quickly,helping you sit down and drink some water. “Just relax mami..” he cooed in your ear,sitting next to you making sure you were ok and didn’t need a medic. You didn’t tell him until later on how much you really enjoyed the nickname,it was something new and you loved it. From that day forward,he would address both you and Rhea as mami. Damian would make “two mamis” jokes constantly which made Dom laugh,seeing it was true.

The first time you three had sex together was..life changing. Rhea had a switch side to her that was rarely shown since she began dating Dominik. Dom had a sex appeal like no other. His figure was a sight to see once you really got to see him,toned muscles and a slim waist. What really got you curious was how Rhea’s whole demeanor changed around him once you three were alone. But enough of that,the sex. The whole threesome started from a few rounds of Dare or Drink. You all were slightly tipsy,a little high from the weed Dom had snuck in past Damian. Rhea had this look in her eyes like she needed or craved something.

She exchanged a look between you and Dom,a small smirk appearing on her face. Dom seemed to catch on quickly,looking at you. You glanced a look between them,slowly catching on. Next thing you know you were face down buried in Rhea’s sweet pussy while Dom was behind you doing the same thing. Rhea was more vocal than you expected,a handful of your hair in her bawled up fist. She wasn’t expecting you to be so good at this,but she fucking loved it. Dominik eventually got tired of just tasting you,he wanted to feel you. Rubbing his tip between your slick folds,causing you to whimper. He finally slowly slid himself inside of you,painfully slow. Once he bottomed out,he slowly began thrusting. He smiled as he earned a loud gasp from your lips,followed by a whimper.

You tried to focus on Rhea,spreading her legs wider as you slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt. “H-Holy..” and before she could even finish her sentence,her orgasm hit. Just when you were about to pull yourself up to kiss her,you felt Dom yank your head back down making Rhea yelp. “I never said stop mami.” he whispered in your ear making your knees weak. He placed his hands in your waist,adjusting your position continuing his rough thrusts. You could tell Rhea was overstimulated and god did she sound beautiful. “Dom..e-es demasiado para manejar..(it’s too much to handle)” she choked out through whimpers. She needed to fuck you asap and couldn’t wait any longer. Dom decided to be nice enough and let her move,pulling out of your sensitive cunt and pulling you away from Rhea. You watched Rhea shakily get up from the bed,turning your attention to Dom as he handed you a bottle of water. “You alright? Need a break or anything” he asked softy,kissing your forehead. You smiled in return,drinking some of the water. “No I’m fine,just need a moment” you responded.

Your attention turned back onto Rhea as she appeared,more relaxed and less shaky but there was something different..a black strap that was at least 8 inches was attached to a harness around her waist. She noticed and laid next to you,gently kissing your cheek. “Don’t worry mami,I’ll be gentle” she cooed softly in your ear,still laying next to you. You took one final sip of water and placed it in the nightstand,giving Rhea that green light. Giving you one last peck on the lips,she switched her position and kneeled in front of you. Glancing over at Dom to make sure this was the position he wanted while you laid there waiting. He nodded and laid next to you,watching closely as Rhea rubbed the silicone tip against your clit earning a soft whine. She chuckled softly to herself,slowly pushing the strap inside of you. Dom whispered soft praises while trailing kisses along your neck and soft breasts.

“Ah ah,stop squirming.” Rhea spoke firmly as she bottomed herself,not moving until you told her to. “M-mami..please” you whined out. She decided to be nice and not torture you anymore,slowly thrusting. “Fuck she looks so good taking you like that..” Dom muttered out through moans,using your hand to stroke himself. “She really does..” Rhea whispered,looking down watching as the strap went in and out of you. God she loved it. As she continued and picked up her pace,your moans grew louder. They both needed you to be quiet since Damian was just next door,so Dom had an idea.

Turning your head to the side and propping himself up,he lowered your head onto his cock. Rhea adjusted your legs,throwing them onto her broad shoulders making your legs spread out wider. She just smiled,watching as your legs began to shake. At this point you were on the verge of screaming,if it wasn’t for Dom fucking your throat of course. His thrusts grew sloppy,signaling he was close. “Should we let our pretty slut cum hm?” Rhea whispered out,her orgasm approaching from the harness rubbing against her sensitive clit. “Fuck- yeah..she earned it” he responded,his orgasm hitting hard. You moaned around his cock,your orgasm also crashing into you as your legs shook around Rhea’s shoulders. Rhea laughed softly at the sight in front of her,still thrusting to chase her high. Her orgasm soon washed over her,stalling her movements. Slowly she pulled out,gently placing your legs down onto the mattress then getting off the bed to retrieve two cold towels. Once she came back,Dom carefully spread your legs allowing Rhea to gently wipe you off.

“You did so good for us princesa” he spoke,pulling you into a deep kiss. “And good girl for swallowing without me telling you” he whispered and winked,making both you and Rhea giggle. She tossed Dom the other towel and laid next to you,pulling you into a spooning position. Dom wiped himself off and placed both towels on the nightstand. Turning back around to both of you,he smiled and laid on your chest.

To say the least,this would be a moment you’d never forget.

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio #judgement day #wwe x reader #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x fem reader #damien priest #wrestling #dominik mysterio smut

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sorry for the deletion of my last smut! it will be back up

#wwe #rhea ripley #dominik mysterio

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OFF TO THE RACES.

ellie williams & abby anderson x fem!reader.

summary | you are in a poly relationship with new york city’s elite and famous pair, ellie williams and abby anderson, but living in the world of power, money, and lust possesses each one of you as the dynamic amongst you three becomes more volatile and violent.

warnings | adult language. alcohol & substance consumptions. reader has distant/kinda absent parents. ellie calls reader “little lamb,” abby calls reader “bunny.” ellabs is controlling, possessive & very obsessive in here; dark!ellie & dark!abby (they graphically torture n k*ll someone). here’s the smut; sub!reader, mean doms!ellabs. god kink & blasphemous actions in a church. knife play (branding w said knife). double penetration. daddy kink. mommy kink. fingering & oral (ellabs & reader receiving). overstimulation, edging. degradation, praising. straps & breeding.

author’s note | hi, i am the original writer of this fanfic. it was posted on my old tumblr account (which fell under the same user as this one), but i deactivated that account about a month ago. proceeding on, this ff is graphic and dark. i am not responsible for your media consumption if you choose to continue reading after reading warnings. thank you.

♪ now playing,

off to the races by lana del rey ♪

If Los Angeles was the city of Angels, then New York was home for all Hellbound. 

You grew up in such a glistening city, where people’s facades weren’t as hidden, illicit affairs took place, and a fifteen year old was trying cocaine for the first time. It held beauty just like Lucifer, having greater cruelty and ominous lingering beneath its soul.

You wish you didn’t get caught up in a reckless lifestyle, that you didn’t become so corrupted that you were a girlfriend to your two best friends. 

Ellie Williams, daughter to architect and businessman Joel Miller, and Abby Anderson, daughter to a famous renowned surgeon Jerry Anderson. The two had great power, control, and wealth – they fucking lived off of it. They were cruel and vicious to everyone. 

Ellie was a venomous scorpion, Abby personified as such a nefarious viper. The two together were threatening, and it all surprised you when they wanted you in their circle in the early start of Junior Year, easily befriending you.

You remembered it clear as day. 

You were sitting at a table, reading Jane Eyre. It was your free period, and you had not much to do, finished with any assignments. 

The silence you enjoyed was interrupted when two figures sat themselves down at the table, gaining your attention as you peered up at the book, and noticed elite scholars Ellie Williams, and Abby Anderson. 

They were grinning at you, eyeing you like a predator did with their prey, a cascade of goosebumps running over your skin. 

“Can I help you?” You asked, bookmarking your spot before closing the book, and setting it down. 

You knew it came off rude and too sharp, but their appearance made you uncomfortable, and weirded out.

“We’ve been keepin’ an eye on you,” Ellie said, and your heart sank, not knowing exactly what that mean. “We aren’t here to ruin your life, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I mean, I don’t know,” you chuckled nervously, fidgeting with your Cartier bracelet. “You have quite the reputation.”

“So you know us?” Abby asked, and you shrugged, unsure of what else to say. 

“We want to invite you out,” Ellie added, and your brows knitted together, utterly confused. How could you not be? It was a random invitation, and you didn’t have any prior interactions with them. 

You just had Fine Arts Honors with Ellie, and English Literature with Abby — though, you never made any conversations with them, and you didn’t see the need to.

“Why? This is new, no?” You questioned, eyeing them back and forth in the moment the duo looked at one another, words kindling behind their eyes. 

“Somethin’ about you is sweet… special,” Abby confessed, and a smile threatened to curl onto your lips. “You interest us.”

“Marrona, at 8PM,” Ellie stated, getting up with the blonde by her side. “Just come by, and if you still don’t like us, you’re free to go.”

“You’re trusting a stranger? Interesting,” you lightly joked, smiling to yourself. “The world must be ending, then.”

They smiled with you, a rare expression anyone could come across. 

It was an unforgettable night that you thought of for a week before either of you approached each other again. 

Many of your friends told you to not fall for it, that you’d be a laughing stock, and would only be ruined. You didn’t know how ruined you would become, and you simply wanted to know what it would be like to sit in their company. 

You were sure it was because of your status – your mother was an heiress, and your father was a CEO of an advanced technology business. You were humble about your life, yet knew you had a higher position in life than them. You were sure they wouldn’t just let anyone in, that they were more intelligent to let a random classmate of theirs be brought in. 

The deeper you fell into their rabbit hole, you had become tainted, and cruel as them. You were their rotten apple, something they possessed and prized so admirably as you were theirs only. Before the relationship was even thought of, you weren’t allowed to talk to anyone else besides them, leaving you to drop all your closest friends, and submit only to the two girls. 

Yet, they took care of you like no one else did – expensive gifts, abrupt trips to Europe, fancy dinners, and the sex they gave you.

God, the fucking sex. 

It was them at the same time, or one coming to your place to claim you entirely. You didn’t mind it, no, you had become so immune to being theirs, you would please them. 

You don’t exactly remember how the polyamory relationship came to be; you were getting closer with Abby, Ellie didn’t like it, and the two had come to the idea of sharing you, right before twelfth grade. You weren’t opposed to it, but hated the twisted repercussions that tied into it.

During all of Senior Year, you weren’t allowed to go out without them by your side, or at least one of your bodyguards. You couldn’t get drunk, only at home, and that’s it – they had this monologue about how dangerous the world is, and how they wouldn’t be able to forgive themselves if something happened to you. 

You had no privacy, they always had a guy watching you from a distance if you went out with family, and tracked your location. Your only friends were whoever else was in their group, which wasn’t much whatsoever, so you were practically without anything.

When you all graduated, and you were planning to attend Columbia, you hoped some leniency would be kicked in from their part, but no – the two only got more dominant about everything, to the point they refused to let you share a dorm room with a girl. 

“Oh my fucking god, I’m not going to fuck her!” You yelled. “You’re being dramatic; it is better for me to live on campus so I don’t deal with traffic every morning.”

“What if she tries something?” Ellie asked, sitting down on her couch with a glass of bourbon in her hand. “You know we are just trying to look out for you.”

“No, you’re being insane,” you stated, and she scoffed, eyeing Abby. “Both of you have really got to stop this shit. I need to make a career for myself, be my own person without your crazy bullshit jeopardizing it all.”

Abby got up, now towering over you as she grinned. “Such a brat you are,” she mocked, and you shivered, glaring at her. “After all this time, we hoped you would start being appreciative.”

“I… I’m more than grateful for the both of you,” you assured softly, frowning. “But please, I'd rather be in a dorm room than some penthouse where you’re being insufferable.”

“The fuck did you just say?” Ellie asked, hastily standing up, and before you could speak, she grabbed your jaw. “Insufferable, huh?”

You whimpered, the grasp tightening, and worried she might crack a bone. “No… no,” you whispered, and the pair mockingly cooed at your panic. 

Ellie shoved you into Abby’s arms. “Deal with her, I’m in a good mood today.”

Abby held onto your wrist, seating herself down, and bent you over her lap. “Gotta keep training you, ‘specially after all this time,” she mumbled, flipping up your skirt. “Starting to think we should just replace your ball with some soap, maybe raise up the punishments.”

“No, no,” you pleaded, peeking up at her. “I didn’t mean to say—“

“Don’t fuckin’ stare at me,” Abby spat, and you whined, looking away as you could feel her hands massage your ass. “You’re lucky it’s me being lenient, not her.”

Abby wasn’t wrong there – Ellie was more harsh with her punishment, would leave you in a puddle of tears, and it would be Abby that had to reel her back into reality. You recalled the moment when Ellie had you bent over the kitchen table, hitting your ass while she kept her thick rings on, and you were in tears by the end.

You didn’t talk to her for at least two weeks, but she repeatedly apologized, and was no longer able to strike you with no more than seven slaps, and if she did, Abby had to put her in check.

You never knew why you liked being punished like this, like a ragdoll of some sort, or why you let consequences happen to you. You were human, but something about these two keeping you in check was pleasuring, and comforting in a way. 

The first hit made you squeal, kicking your feet in reaction. “Fuck!”

“Count, bunny,” she said, the nickname made your stomach turn. “I know you can do it.”

“One…” you shuddered, another strike coming after it. “Fuck– two!”

“Only doing five today, it’s okay,” she assured, kissing the back of your neck, and your ass was met with the third strike.

“Three!”

Another one.

“Four!”

And the last one. 

“Five,” you moaned, your ass burning. “I fucking hated that.”

“Me too, bun,” Abby said, picking you up, and let you sit on her lap. “Let me look at my girl.”

She took your face into her hands, fingers brushing past your ears, and grinned. “There’s my bunny, are you okay?” She wondered sincerely, a frown tugged on her lips. 

“‘M fine,” you muttered, resting your head on her shoulder as she held you. “Is Ellie mad at me?”

“You know how she is,” she reminded, and you huffed, nodding. “We love you, more than you’ll ever know. We wouldn’t be able to live if someone hurt you, or something horrible happened.”

“I know, didn’t mean to be rude,” you mumbled, and she sighed, kissing the side of your head. “I just feel like both your lives should be more than just me.”

“Oh, baby,” she sighed, bringing your head back up, and gazed at you with immense endearment, you could faint from it. “You are our life. Our religion, our air, everything we want and need.”

You grinned. “You mean that?”

“Of course. Now, let’s go see Ellie, yeah?” Abby suggested, and you agreed, trailing in front of her as you walked to Ellie's bedroom in her penthouse. 

“Ellie,” you sang out, pouting. “Are you still mad?” You opened the bedroom door, finding her sitting on her desk chair with an electric guitar in her hands. 

Ellie looked up at you the second you were in her presence, and she sighed, sitting the instrument aside of her. “Hey, little one,” she greeted, opening her arms for you. You rushed to her, perching yourself on her lap, and wrapped your arms around her neck. 

“Sorry for being rude,” you mumbled into the crook of her neck. “I love you and Abby both.”

“Sweetheart, I know,” she rested her hand on the back of your head, her thumb caressing it. “We know what’s best for you, that’s why we take care of you unlike anyone else.”

Ellie wasn’t wrong there, and that saddened you. Your parents had always be mentally and emotionally distant; they were there physically, but always focused on their own issues. It was either your mother was caught up in her pill addiction, or your father having a new mistress.

There never really was time for you – you raised yourself for as long as you could remember. 

Many would say you had no reason to hate your life when you have this trust fund, nepotism lifestyle, but you would trade all of that just for parental affection and care. Yet, that never came, and the only people who tended to your needs were Ellie and Abby. 

They came into your life when you needed them the most.

“Our parents want a gathering tonight,” Abby walked into the room, clearly irritated. “First stop is church.”

“Church?” Ellie laughed. “Oh baby, it’s your parents that want that.”

You never understood why your parents went to church. They may have grown up religious, but the things you witnessed them doing led them to earning a one way ticket to Hell. 

“We could have our fun,” Abby assured, grinning. “Isn’t being selfish and ungrateful a sin?”

Ellie picked your head up off her shoulder, forcing you to look at her. “Yeah… it is,” she smirked at your protesting whines, and patted your bottom. “Get home, and get changed.”

You walked inside the cathedral by your parents side, searching around for your girls. “Ah, there’s Jerry!” Your father pointed out, taking you and your mother to Abby’s dad. “Jerry!”

Jerry turned around, grinning at him, both hugging one another. You hopped to Abby’s side, smiling up at her. “Hi,” you whispered. 

“Hey, baby,” she mumbled, gently pinching your arm. “Ellie is in the confessional booth.”

“What?” You asked. “Why?”

“You sinned,” Abby reminded, and you swallowed thickly as she leaned into your ear. “And you need to repent.”

Your parents were caught in conversation with Jerry, and you sighed heavily, rolling your eyes. You knew they wouldn’t pay much mind if you were gone for a bit.

“Don’t fuckin’ roll your eyes,” she spat, tightly seizing your wrists, and tugged you away with her. To your unfortunate luck, the confessional booth had its own room in the cathedral, and gradually spacious, giving you more than enough privacy. 

“Let the fuck go of my wrist!” You shouted, and she halted her footsteps, turning around. “I can follow, ya’know? I’m not dumb.”

Abby ignored you, suddenly tossing you over her shoulder as you screeched, furiously kicking your feet. “Ellie’s going to love hearing this,” she taunted, and you zipped your mouth, giving up all protest. 

Abby twisted open up the door to the room, putting you down on your feet, and slammed the door shut. 

Ellie was leaning against the wall, joint in her mouth, and was wearing a black suit, a bralette underneath her fine blazer. “There’s our girl,” she beamed, yet her bright expression toned down when she took notice of Abby's unsatisfied attitude. “What did she do?”

“Rolled her eyes, being a brat,” Abby said, and you looked down in shame, not knowing why you kept digging a hole for yourself. “Don’t know why she keeps doing this. Maybe we’ve been too nice.”

Ellie hummed, burning her joint out on the windowsill before leading herself into the stall, her legs spreading as she sat down. “We’ll take our turns. Kneel before God.”

You only stood still, gazing up at her. 

Abby’s hand curled around the back of your neck, getting a whine out of you. “The fuck is your problem today? Want to be ignored instead?” She wondered, and you shook your head. “It sure seems like that, bunny.”

“Bring her over here,” Ellie beckoned, and Abby guided you over to the auburn-haired girl, forcing you down to your knees. “Wearin’ such a pretty dress today. All for us, hm?”

You looked at her, hands resting on your thighs as you nodded. “Course I did. Wanted to be pretty for you both.”

“Hmm. Roll up your dress,” Ellie said, and you froze, not moving. She inched closer to your face, tilting her head. “Something wrong, honey?”

“No, ‘course not,” you muttered, fingers fiddling with the ending hem of your babydoll dress. 

“Then listen,” Abby added in, and your breath shuddered as you bunched the skirt to your waist, exposing your bare cunt. “Won’t you look at that? She thought she was gonna get something.”

“Did you think that?” Ellie asked, and you hesitantly nodded, her cruel laugh ringing in your ears. “After how you’ve been acting all day? Silly girl.”

“Where’s your rosary?” Abby wondered, and you opened up your purse, scrunching it up in your palm. “Not even a pure girl anymore, just a depraved whore for us.”

Ellie grabbed the jewelry piece, wrapping it in between her fingers as the end dangled in your face. “Abby, next to me,” she ordered, and Abby took off her leather jacket, letting it drop to the floor, stepping in the stall. 

You stayed kneeled, trying to put water to the fire you sparked. 

The tip of Ellie’s combat boot hit under your chin, raising your eyes to hers. “Get over to her,” she cocked her head to the side, and you rushed up and over to the blonde haired woman, who grinned at you. 

Abby pushed you down onto her lap, your back pressing up against her chest as Ellie pushed open the sliding barrier, mindlessly playing with your rosary. “Why are you here today?” She began, yet Abby shoved your legs open, one hand on your throat, and the other snaked down in between your thighs. 

“F–Forgive me,” you stuttered, shivering to Abby's fingers glazing over your needy cunt, “for I have sinned.”

“Go on,” Ellie agreed, and Abby slowly pushed one finger into you. “What troubles you?”

Your head fell back onto Abby’s shoulder, squeezing harder on your throat as a warning. “Fuck… I–I’ve been selfish, sir,” you continued, whining to her teasing pace. “Cruel and ruthless to those who love me.”

“And why is that?” Ellie wondered, paying no mind to you or your noises. “Do they deserve it, little lamb?”

Abby put in a second finger, the pace now running a bit higher, but made sure to not give you entire satisfaction. “Do they deserve it, bunny?” She whispered in your ear, her thumb pressing on your bud. “Tell her now.”

“No, God no,” you whimpered, placing a hand over Abby’s wrist. “I’m just… just a brat– holy fuck, fuck me.”

“Using vulgar language in front of your God, little lamb?” Ellie teased, knowing what she was getting at. 

She was your God– both of them were. They were your religion, devoting every piece of you to them, would do anything to have their forgiveness and love for eternity. 

“I’m sorry, God,” you moaned, Abby’s fingers pounding into you as you were beginning to fall apart at the seams, grabbing onto her wrist. “Fuck– Forgive me, God. I need your forgiveness.”

“You have to earn it,” Ellie stated, and Abby breathily chuckled, her breath fanning against your skin. 

“Want to be good for your Gods?” Abby asked, and you nodded, your face falling into the crook of her neck. “Gonna do anything just for us to fuck you, huh? ‘Course you are, baby. You’re filthy– look what we’ve done to you.”

A warm sensation ran in your stomach, down to your thighs as your body jolted on her lap. “Please, God,” you pleaded, tears at your waterline. “I want you, God. I’ll never sin again.”

Ellie hummed, looking at Abby. “What do you think?” She asked. “Does the whore deserve to be forgiven?”

“Might have to work a little harder,” Abby said, and you were lost in your head, your climax burning in your abdomen. “She’s going to break another commandment.”

“No, no,” you breathed, shaking your head. “I won’t do it unless God tells me to.”

“Is that right?” Abby cooed, and her free hand combed through your hair, grabbing it. Her fingers slipped out of you, tossing you down onto your knees again with a harsh thud, a soft weep eliciting from you. 

Ellie stepped out of her side of the booth, moving to yours, and you heard the rustling of her and Abby’s pants, keeping your head down. A nude Ellie brushed past you, sitting down onto Abby’s lap, both of their seeping cunts shown to your eyes. 

“Please us, little lamb,” Ellie said, and you slightly moved yourself closer, your mouth latching on Abby’s cunt, hearing a soft moan leave her. You slid two fingers into Ellie’s, who cursed under her breath, and the pair looked down at you as you stared right back at them, desperation shining in your eyes. 

“Doing s’good, baby,” Abby gently praised, her breath jagged, and looped around Ellie’s waist to keep her in place. “Keep fuckin’ going like that.”

Your mouth switched between the two, lapping up their juices as they made out with one another, sweetly moaning into each other’s mouth. All you could do was admire them, kneeling obediently while you drowned your mouth in their juices, needing more than just this.

Ellie put her hand on top of your head, the end of your rosary dangling in between your eyes, and she rutted her cunt against your mouth, keeping it latched. You stuffed Abby with three fingers, enough to fulfill her, roughly thrusting them into her. 

The rosary continued to stay in your vision, almost like a mocking coming from Ellie and God; that once a pure angel fell into the hands of the corrupted, and became just what they are. 

But you loved it, you loved that they curated you into this way. All you wanted to do was please them, see how sensitive they could turn out to be.

You spent the remainder of mass baptizing yourself in between their thighs, drunk on the taste of their sweet pussies. 

You had spent the next day at home, making sure you had things planned out for when you moved out for Columbia. Abby and Ellie had convinced you to live in a penthouse that was about a block away from the school, and you had agreed on the fact that it was better to be with people you knew than a stranger as they knew it made you easily uncomfortable.

Your parents had left randomly for vacation, staying at their place in Milan, leaving you alone with your cat. You didn’t mind the loneliness, it was something you well adjusted to as you got older, and you only ached for attention when it came to your girls, but they had their responsibilities that you couldn’t interfere with.

You had finished packing up your box of books, setting it in the corner of your bedroom. Your attention turned to the sound of your phone going off, the soft ringtone coming through. You grabbed your phone, grinning at the contact name of “Jesse.”

“Well if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker,” you teased. “What’s up?”

Jesse James and his girlfriend, Dina Woodward, were the only people Ellie and Abby trusted you with; which said plenty because they would kill anyone who they didn’t know, and tried to talk to you. He was good, despite the fact he came from a shit father, constantly got in trouble with the law, and blew money on anything. Dina was the only one who could put him in check, and you had grown close to her over the time of knowing him.

“I fuckin’ bought a club,” Jesse started off, and you scoffed in disbelief. “Turned that shit into a burlesque. She’s a beau, you have to come out and check it out.”

“Well, I can’t right now,” you denied, and he groaned. “I’m trying to make sure I have everything together before I leave for college.”

“Cry me a river, come on!” He begged, and you breathily laughed. “You are always so attached to Ellie and Abs, make time for me.”

“Is your girlfriend with you, at least?” You wondered, and he hummed in response. You looked at the time on your clock, reading “9:03PM”, and you sighed. “I’ll be there in an hour. Don’t go anywhere.”

True to your word, you arrived at Jesse’s enriching club. You got out of the black cab, and stared at the sign that gleamed in pink neon “Carissima.”

You hummed softly to yourself, approaching the security guard at the front. “Friend of Jesse James,” you said, and he nodded, easily recognizing you. He opened up the door for you, thanking him, and moved inside, hearing the familiar melody of “I Put A Spell On You” by Nina Simone tune through the venue.

It didn’t take much to find Jesse, his arm wrapped around Dina’s shoulder as the two sat on a lounge chair in front of performers, their soft laughter knitting between the music. You walked up to the side of the furniture, their eyes averting to you.

“You made it!” Dina exclaimed, jumping up, and pulling you into a hug. “I’ve missed you. Feels like forever.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you said, separating the hug, and gave a hast squeeze to Jesse before sitting on the side of Dina. “So, what made you buy this?”

“Good investment,” Jesse said, and you awed, chuckling. “My dad doesn’t agree, but it’s beautiful. These performers… mind blowing, a fascination to everyone in this room.”

“You tell Ellie and Abby?” You wondered as Dina handed you a cigarette, lighting it up for you. “They would love this, think you are a genius.”

“I thought you would bring them. Ya’know, since you’re attached to them,” he teased, and Dina smacked his arm, glaring at him. “Bad joke, fuck! But where are they?”

“Don’t know, I haven’t talked to them all day,” you answered, puffing out a blow. “But they got their shit to worry about, don’t like being in the way.”

“You’ve been their world since you met them,” Dina said, taking the stick from you. “However, it is scary how overprotective they are.”

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

Jesse laughed. “Those two have always been frightening–”

“Yeah, but their care for her is… different,” she stated, and gazed back at you. “Known them since we were kids, and I can say they would kill for you.”

“So dramatic,” you joked. “They’re the closest people I have in life. They take care of me, know what’s good for me and I don’t know— I’ve never really had that.”

“Yeah, I guess,” she mumbled, handing you back the cigarette. “I just know they’re fucking you good.”

“Okay, I’m gonna go get a drink!” You beamed, inhaling the tobacco, and got up. “You need anything?”

They shook their heads, and you hurried to the bar, continuing to burn out the cancerous stick in a spare ashtray. You smiled at the bartender as she headed over to you. 

“What can I get you, love?” She asked. 

“Just a cosmo, please,” you said, and she hummed, turning to the drinks. You waited patiently, fingers tapping on the gradient countertop in thought. 

A shoulder softly brushed past you, but you ignored the person, until they cleared their throat. “All alone here?”

You shivered to the voice of a man. 

“With some friends,” you dryly answered, eyes focused on the bartender who had her back turned from you. 

“That’s a shame. Woulda invite you to hang with me,” he said, his voice thick and heavy. “You always still can.”

“No thank you,” you denied, shaking your head, and prayed for your drink to come quicker, only for the bartender to head into the stock room for a moment. 

Oh, you felt sick. 

From the corner of your eye, you could see Dina and Jesse lost in their conversation, completely oblivious to you. 

Your phone was in your purse, and you were scared to even fiddle with it. 

“I don’t bite, honey,” he assured, and your heart leaped into your throat as his hand touched your bicep. “Come on. A pretty thing like you should be having fun.”

“Please let go of me,” you said, yet harsh enough to come off stern. “I don’t like your hand on me, so get the fuck off.”

“Now don’t be a bitch,” he spat. 

You finally looked at him, your body wanting to collapse on you. He was taller than you, about six foot three or so. Broad and muscular, completely fit. His eyes were dark, had a goatee on his face.

You thought about throwing up all over him just to get this over with. 

You hoped people sitting around would notice, yet no one did, caught up in their own worlds. You yanked your arm back, and scoffed. “You don’t got the right to touch me, you fuck.”

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” he threatened. “You come here in that little black dress, and expect nobody to fuck you?”

The bartender came back, and was the only one to notice this unsettling tension. “Hey, honey!” She called out, putting your order on the countertop. “Had to head into the back to grab more cranberry juice, I’m sorry.”

She kept her eyes locked on the man, a pair of scissors in her hand. “Can you hold onto my order for a second? I need to use the ladies room,” you said, and she nodded, making sure to keep the man secure in her radius. 

You hurried into the bathroom, your shaky hands taking out your phone. Teardrops collected on the screen as you hit Abby’s contact, the first name on your recent call list. 

It took only two rings until she answered. “Bunny?”

“Abby… abby,” you breathily whispered, sniffling. “Is Ellie with you?”

“Yeah, baby. We just got done with some things,” she said, and you sighed in relief. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m… I’m at this club, Jesse’s club,” you began, sucking in a sharp breath. “And went to the bar to get a drink… this man came up to me, wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“What?” Abby’s tone sharpened. “Did he hurt you? Where the fuck is Jesse? Or Dina?”

“He just grabbed my arm. Jesse and Dina were just busy with each other, I was too far for them to notice anything,” you stated clearly, wiping away your hot tears. “I don’t know if he’s still in here, but the bartender is keeping a close eye on him, and I’m hiding in the bathroom.”

“Stay in the bathroom, we’re coming right now,” she assured, and you hung up the call, sitting yourself on the porcelain seat, trying to compile all your thoughts and emotions. 

As Abby brought the phone down to her lap, Ellie glanced at her. “What happened?”

“Someone fuckin’ weirdo touched her,” Abby exsperated, and static rang in Ellie’s ears, scoffing in disbelief. “Jesse opened up his own club, she was there, and went alone to get a drink.”

Ellie texted Jesse for the address, and Abby searched around the backseat compartment. “I don’t know if the gun is still in here,” Ellie said, and the blonde groaned in frustration. “We can’t go in there with one.”

“The one time you don’t bring your weapon,” Abby sighed. 

“Got the address,” Ellie mumbled, opening up her phone. “Charles! Hit 7th avenue.”

“The fuck are we gonna do with this dude?” Abby asked, and Ellie grinned. “Talk to me, baby.”

“We fuckin’ kill him,” Ellie stated. 

You passed time by playing games on your phone, the stress of it being enough to forget the short horror experience you just encountered. The shout of your name in the bathroom caught your attention, killing your high score in the process.

“Baby, where are you?” Ellie called out, and you rushed out of the stall, getting her attention. “Oh, there’s my girl.”

She hastily brought you into her arms, letting you cry into her shoulder as she held you, cupping the back of your head. “My brave girl, hm? So proud of you,” she praised, kissing your temple. “Abby and I are gonna take care of everything.”

You nodded, bringing your head back, and she smiled softly at you. “Do you have any party favors?” You wondered, and she sighed, shaking her head. “Please, just wanna wash off tonight.”

“Honey, you are not taking coke,” she said, and you frowned. “I know you are upset, but your body isn’t used to it, and you wouldn’t like it.”

“Yes I do! Remember when I did it off your ass on our ski trip in Aspen?” You recalled, and she kept denying you. “Please! Just this once. I’ll have Dina make sure I don’t do more than three lines.”

“Dina couldn’t even keep an eye on you right now!” She shouted, and you flinched, body tensing. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I just— You need to be careful.”

“Just three lines,” you repeated. 

Ellie reached into her trouser’s pockets, fiddling with the bag, and handed it to you. “Go have fun, baby,” she said, and you kissed her cheek, thanking her before sprinting back out to Jesse and Dina. 

The couple bounced up from their seats at your appearance, clear worry plastered on their faces. “Fuck, we’re so sorry,” Dina said, gently grabbing your wrists. “We were so caught up—“

“It’s fine,” you smiled, sitting down on the lounge seat, and popped open the bag of cocaine. 

“Fuck, you’re doing lines? Haven’t seen you do that shit since the Debutante Ball,” she said, and you poured some of the white powder onto the table in front of you. 

“Ellie and Abby don’t know about that,” you told her, and her eyes widened, looking at her boyfriend who only shrugged at her. “They would kill me if they knew the amount of drugs I’ve done behind their back.”

“You’ve only done cocaine, no?” Jesse questioned, and you only glanced at him over your shoulder, giggling. You took a random card out of your wallet, dividing the powder into neat lines, a dumb smile on your face. 

“Jesse, can you go get my cosmo, please?” You asked, sweetness laced in your tone. “I deserve some of that with this shit.” He sighed, nodding, and getting up from his spot.

There were seven lines made, and you wiped off the collected powder from the edge of the card, sniffing it up your left nostril. You exhaled sharply, snickering, and traded the card in for a dollar bill. “You want some of this?” You offered, turning around to look at Dina, and she denied the offer, eyes focused on you.

You hummed, tightly rolling up the bill. “More for me, then.” You brought the paper up to your nose, aligning it with the first line, and took a heavy inhale, a strong burn hitting your nose. You sniffled, bringing your head up and leaned it back, shakily laughing. 

“Easy there, babe,” Dina put a hand on your back, rubbing it. Jesse came back on time with your drink, handing it to you, and noticed the dollar bill next to the second line. 

“Already started?” He teased, and you took a sip of the cocktail, eyeing to the drug. “I’m all good, treat yourself with that stuff.”

With you doing lines and being utterly distracted inside of the club, Abby and Ellie were on the top floor of the building, inside a storage room with a beaten man on the ground. 

Abby took another kick to his gut, Ellie sitting in a chair with a cigarette in her mouth. “You like touchin’ females you don’t know!” Abby yelled, and he sobbed, restrained by cable ties, his right eyes kicked in. “Fuckin’ touching her like that, you aren’t getting away with this shit.”

Ellie took the gun out from the back of her trousers, lucky enough to find the weapon in the glove compartment by the driver. She flashed the object to the man’s eyes, a vile grin playing on her lips as she stared at him. 

She got up, and stalked towards his limp body, standing by Abby’s side. “What’s your name, man?” Ellie asked, with her partner taking a hast note to her facade. “Got any kids or anything?”

“My name is Brandon,” he breathed, and Ellie nodded, squatting down to match eye level with him, letting the gun dangle in her hands. “Shit, dude, listen – I–I’m sorry. I didn’t think she was taken.”

“What makes you say that?” Abby questioned.

“A girl like that… wants attention,” he said, and the girls looked at one another before glancing back over to Brandon. “Can even tell she’s got lingerie under that shit. She’s a fuckin’ tease, a whore.”

Ellie hummed, reloading the glock in her hand, and chuckled. “I think I’m done with my cigarette now,” she mumbled, jokingly frowning as she played with the stick in between her fingers. “Too bad I don’t have an ashtray on me.”

Abby took out a switchblade, exchanging it for the gun. “Tell me when you need me to do it,” she said, and the auburn haired girl seized the man’s jaw, squeezing open his mouth as a wave of protests elicited from his throat. 

Ellie pushed the bud to his tongue, and cruelly laughed at the garging scream that came out of him. “Keep fuckin’ talking shit!” She shouted, flicking open her switchblade, and held it to his throat. “Swallow that cigarette, wanna see if you still want to run your mouth!”

“You don’t get to talk about her like that,” Abby chimed in, taking off her leather jacket. “You’re lucky we don’t kill you right now.”

Ellie put her hand over the man’s mouth, refusing to let him spit out her cigarette, only giving him the option to swallow it for good. She smiled, pleased with the simple act, and took her hand back. “Got anymore shit to say?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side.

Brandon sniffled, jagged sobs intertwined with his heavy breathing. “You’re both fucking insane,” he began, trying to gather oxygen into him. “She’s going to leave you. You’re going to drive her away with this shit.”

“We’d like to see her try,” Abby said, and Ellie stood up, putting herself aside to let her do as she pleased. She sat back down, opening up her phone to text Jesse.

E: How is she?

J: Two Cosmos in. Had seven lines. Get down here soon.

E: Don’t let her strip her clothes off. We don’t need a sequel to Barcelona.

J: Me and Dina can’t handle her, only you can. She won’t shut the fuck up about you.

E: Don’t let us down again. P.S., may need a mop in here soon.

She tucked her phone away, and admired Abby damaging the man. She was ruthless, yet composing herself enough not to kill him – just yet. His face had molded into a pulp, unrecognizable to anyone as his blood painted on Abby’s hands, his weak pleas being ignored by the pair. 

Abby and Ellie got high off of this, hurting or killing anyone who made you uncomfortable. They had been getting away with it for so long, and you had been gullible to it, never blinking an eye to their unknown actions.

They would do this over and over again, even if something was your fault within it, they dealt with you in their own way – but no one was ever to lay a hand on you, and you knew that too.

Abby snagged his wallet out of his pocket, opening it up. “Brandon James,” she announced, pulling out his cash, and putting it in her pockets. “Gonna use this to buy her something pretty and nice.”

“Where does he live?” Ellie asked. 

“Won’t you look at that!” Abby said, pressing her boot to his face. “He’s a rich brat. Lives in that building next to yours, Els.”

Ellie chuckled. “Money probably got him out of his shit. Isn’t that right, Brandon James?”

“Please,” is all he could manage to say, dizzy and lightheaded. 

Ellie returned over to him, and stood over him before lowering herself. “This may hurt,” she said, signaling for Abby’s help, who obliged by opening the man’s mouth. Ellie grinned, tugging at the tip of his tongue, and began to sever it with her switchblade. 

He screamed, thrashing around, but was overpowered by the two women, entirely useless to their strength. “This isn’t even the worst part,” Ellie muttered, grunting as she went on to cut off his tongue. “You made her cry, ya’know? Poor baby was so scared, and didn't know what to do.”

His tongue ripped out, being put to the side of his head. She got up, staring at the blood of her hand, and could only curl her hand into a tight fist. 

He fuckin’ frightened her, she thought to herself. He deserves to die.

He was already facing death in a horrid, slow manner, and the last thing he would see was these two, towering over him; utterly indulged by his death, and letting it fuel their ego. 

“Kill him. Jesse wants us back,” Ellie ordered, and Abby aimed the gun at his face, her finger carelessly pressing down on the trigger. His face blew, and they both hummed, taking in the view. “Good job. Already called the crew to come get him.”

Stuck yet hast of cleaning themselves up, alcohol and drugs overrode your brain, consuming you. You were sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at the dancers on the stage who moved with elegance, and passion. Each one of them were beautiful, confident in their own way that made your heart beat. 

“Wish I was as good as them,” you said, sipping on Jesse’s cup of scotch. “I can fuckin’ dance, but not like that.”

“They’re giving a simple show,” Dina noted, and you blew a raspberry, glaring at her. 

“They’re doing much more than that,” you retorted, and inhaled one last bump, coughing. “I… I want to go up there.”

“You’re not,” Jesse denied, and you pouted. “Ellie and Abby would murder you, and then me. We don’t want Barcelona to happen.”

“Oh my gosh! That trip was so fun!” You recalled, warmly smiling at the memory. “Wait, what happened?”

“You drank too much, got lost in the crowd dancing with too many people,” Dina said, and you zoned out, attempting to have any recollection. “Then, you bought everyone shots, danced on top of the bar, and flashed your ass to them.”

“Okay, that’s not bad,” you giggled, shrugging. “I’m going up there!”

“Do you have a death wish?” Dina wondered, and grabbed your wrist, preventing you from standing up. “Your girlfriends are going to kill you if you do some sort of strip tease up there.”

“They’ll get over it,” you said, freeing your wrist from her hold. “They’re not here, anyways, and they won’t do shit about it.”

Jesse and Dina sighed, giving up all attempts and let you run off onto the stage. The burlesque dancers beamed at your presence, letting you stand in the middle as you were too mind numbed to understand what you were doing, just knowing you wanted to have fun. 

The song and crowd were an echo, intoxication burning into your body, controlling each thing you did. You sheepishly grinned, your hand reaching to the side of your dress, and pulled down the zipper. 

“No, no!” Dina shouted, and Jesse mumbled multiple curse words, sipping down the last of his drink. “Oh, we are so dead.”

Abby and Ellie appeared right next to them, at the exact time you were shimming off your dress, and were exposed in your garter belt, stockings, and undergarments. “What the fuck did we say!” Abby shouted, and the couple sighed, watching in horror with the two girls while you were oblivious to them. 

People in the club cheered for you, a few getting their wallets out. You laughed, your vision a blur as you showed off your body, letting your hands run all over your body.

Your girlfriends watched attentively, millions of thoughts piling on top of each other, thinking of how to get off the stage, and back home. They weren’t going to punish you while you were clearly out of your mind, but that gave them enough time to think of how to handle you.

They just fucking murdered someone for you, and your flashing your body to strangers. You were more than ungrateful at this moment. 

The dancers on stage encouraged you to do what you wanted, cheering you though they knew you were not intact with reality. “Should I take off my bra?” You questioned, and the people in front yelled in agreement, earning a small laugh out of you. “Yeah? Flash my tits for New York?”

“What the fuck is she saying?” Jesse asked. “Go get your girl before she turns this into a riot house.”

Abby and Ellie both rushed to you, having to fight through a crowd just to reach the steps to the stage. Your hands fidgeted with the hooks of your bra, and before you could strip it off, they got to you on time. “Oh, it’s my girls!” You slurred, hiccuping as you laughed, and blushed in shame. “How long have you been here?”

Ellie took off her blazer, tossing it over you as Abby picked up your dress from the ground. The crowd booed and groaned at your escort as you only waved at them, blowing a kiss. “Bye Dina and Jess! Love you both so much!” You yelled, and squealed from being abruptly thrown over Abby’s shoulder. “Ow, my stomach!”

The limo was parked outside, and the chauffeur opened up the door, Abby throwing you onto the seat but made sure you didn’t bump your head. Ellie climbed in right behind her, the door shutting. 

“Hiii,” you slurred, continuing to giggle. “You like my outfit?”

“Who gave you coke?” Abby asked.

“Els!” You said.

“Ellie, we talked about this!” Abby protested, and the auburn shrugged. “She can’t do that shit unattended.”

“I’ve done it so many times without you both,” you confessed, and their eyes snapped at you. “You made me this way – fucking corrupted, and shit. I am your blessing and nightmare.”

“You’re drunk,” Ellie sighed. “You need to rest when we get home.”

“Why, daddy?” You asked, and Ellie reddened at the nickname. “I know you both want to hurt me. I was bad tonight, disrespecting you both. How silly of me.”

“Fuckin’ watch it, bunny,” Abby spat, and you laughed. “I mean it.”

“Whatever. You’re idiots,” you mumbled, and Ellie had thinner patience than Abby did – meaning one more insult would cause her to take you in the car. She tossed your dress at you, eyes boring into you. “You could just hand it next time.”

“You are one more backtalk from getting it,” Ellie warned, and your smile slowly faded. “Anything else you need to confess before we deal with you in the dawn?”

“Oh, I can’t have a life of my own!” You realized, carelessly putting back on your outfit.. “Can’t take drugs without your eyes following me. Can’t even hang out with someone without a bodyguard being there! So fucking annoying!”

“If it’s so annoying, why stay?” Abby asked. 

You went silent, looking away from the both of them, and finished throwing on your dress, slouching in your seat. “Only ones who take care of me,” you murmured, so soft and quiet, pouting too. “Make me feel special.”

“Yeah, and we’re the only ones who will put up with you this way,” Ellie added, and you nodded, tears welting in your eyes. “Who else is gonna do that? Tell us.”

You shook your head. “No one… no one,” you mumbled, chewing on your lower lip. “Can… Can I sit on your lap? Please?”

Ellie heavily sighed before giving in, beckoning you. You practically hopped into her lap as you wrapped your arms around her neck, nuzzling your face into her chest. 

You fell asleep on the ride back to the shared penthouse.

Sunlight crept into your eyes, taking you out of your gentle slumber. You groaned, stuffing your face into the pillow, and felt warmth on both sides of you. Your eyes slowly parted, finding Ellie’s tattooed arm dangling over your chest, Abby’s looped around your waist. 

You were trapped in between them, no way out. Your head pounded, your nose stuffy, and dying in sickness. You stayed still, trying to resurface last night's events, yet only blur spots flickered in your head. You whimpered, loud to drag Abby out of her slumber, her eyes adjusting to the sight of you. 

“Hey, bunny,” she whispered. “You okay?”

“Did I drink last night?” You asked, and she weakly chuckled, nodding. 

“And you did cocaine,” she muttered, and she brought her hand up, resting it on the side of your face. “You are in trouble.”

You panicked. “Whatever I did–”

“Baby, you are okay,” she assured, thumb caressing your cheek. “But you said some rude things. All we plan to do is spanking, that’s about it.”

“I’m sorry,” you frowned, and she kissed the side of your head. “Hope that’s the only stupid thing I did.”

“And you stripped and performed at a burlesque club,” she shared, and your eyes widened, whining in embarrassment. “Ellie nearly ripped your head off in the car.” 

You looked over at Ellie, and grinned. “I’ll make it up to you both,” you promised, pressing a kiss to her lips, and she smiled, nodding. “I’m going to clean myself up, I feel a bit nauseous.”

“We had your things moved and unpacked yesterday,” Abby said, and you sat up, stretching out your arms. 

“You broke into my house late at night, and got everything settled that quick?” You laughed. “I’m still a month away from attending school, and you’re already locking me down.”

“Better to get it done now,” she acknowledged, and you got up from the bed, padding over to the bedroom’s bathroom, closing the door behind you. 

It took you only about thirty minutes to clean up, unimpressed by how worn out you looked. Your lipstick smeared, eyeliner and mascara cluttered around your eyes, your breath reeking of alcohol. 

The shower was enough to relax your body, yet still felt sick, considering you needed a meal. You stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body, and stepped in front of the sink.

You found an unopened toothbrush waiting for you, and you grinned, opening it up. You turned on the faucet, and laid down a portion of toothpaste on your toothbrush, running it under the water shortly after. 

You brought the object into your mouth, and used your free arm to pick up your pajamas. You walked over to the walk in closet, and looked around for the hamper, only to find it shoved into the corner. 

Peeking over the basket, you noticed a white shirt stained with some red on it. It grabbed your attention, looking too crimson to be considered red wine, or anything else. 

You just shrugged it off, putting your clothes over it, and went back to brushing your teeth. “Hey Abs,” you called from the bathroom. “What kind of shit did you get into last night?”

“What do you mean?” She shouted back, the loud conversation awakening Ellie. 

“One of your shirts is stained,” you said, and Abby inhaled sharply, Ellie shooting up to look at her girlfriend. “Did I fall and eat shit, and get blood over one of you?”

“Honey, you did,” Ellie lied, voice groggy and hoarse. “I had to carry you inside, you had blood coming out your nose.”

“But I have no bruises or anything?” You realized, spitting out the paste, and cleaned up your toothbrush and mouth. You changed into shorts and tee before walking back into the bedroom. “Did you guys get into a fight last night?”

They went silent, and you got into the middle of them on the bed, going back and forth looking at them. 

“You had an incident last night,” Ellie said, and your brows furrowed. “A man was being a fuckin’ dick, you called Abby, and we handled it.”

“Oh what, you fucking killed him?” You joked, and they laughed dryly with you, but enough to make it believable. “If you beat him, you just have to say that.”

“We handled it,” Ellie repeated, and moved herself closer to you, putting her hand on your cheek. “Now we need to handle you.”

You rolled your eyes, bitterly scoffing.

“Fuckin’ roll them again,” she dared, and Abby laid back against the headboard, letting everything unravel. “Always going to be a brat? Even when we’re so good to you?”

Your face softened into a doe expression, tilting your head to the side. “Doesn’t that make you want to fuck me?”

“We won’t even touch you if that’s what you're trying to accomplish here,” she taunted, and her hand snaked up to the side of your head, tightly gripping your hair. “When are you going to learn, little lamb? Is what we do for you not enough?”

“It is,” you whimpered. 

“Yeah? Then why do you keep acting like it isn’t?” She asked, and eyed over to Abby. “What should we do with her?”

“Break her,” Abby said, getting up from her spot. Ellie grinned, turning her head back towards you, and your cheek was met with a harsh slap. You gasped, and her hand slid down to the back of your neck, pushing your body onto the bed. 

“Fuckin’ strip,” Ellie spat, and you whimpered, but obliged. You fiddled with the ending hem of your shirt, taking it off, and your fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and pajama shorts. “Need you on all fours.”

You huffed under your breath, glad that she couldn’t see you roll your eyes again. Your clothes piled down onto the ground, letting your knees sink into the mattress, your chest laying flat as your ass was lifted to her eyes for display. 

“Baby, you’re fucking soaking,” Ellie cooed with Abby returning on time, able to hear the clicking of objects. “Let’s hold off on gagging her until she wants to say some shit.”

Abby moved to your eye level, grinning. “You want to keep being a desperate whore?”

“I’ll get my satisfaction either way,” you assured, and she inhaled sharply, eyes snapping into Ellie’s. The auburn handed her an item, noticing the pink ball. “Wait, wait!”

“Shut the fuck up,” Abby seethed, maneuvering your face and brought it up, fastening up the ball gag. “You’ve really fuckin’ done it this time, bunny. And Ellie is going to handle you, not me.”

You swallowed thickly, your doe eyes shining with pleas but the blonde dismissed you, tossing your face back onto the bed. 

Both girls had stripped themselves bare, Ellie positioned behind you as Abby sat in front of you, her cunt for you to gawk at, but forbidden to please. 

In a sharp breath, you felt thick silicone push into you, causing your cunt to stretch. You cried, yet it was mumbled, and Abby laughed at you. “Gonna deny you everything, honey,” Ellie muttered, her hands grasping onto your cheeks for support as she carelessly thrusted into you, breaking into you. “Need to make you cry, need to know you’re fucking place with us.”

“We could easily get rid of you,” Abby continued on, and your brows knitted together, shaking your head. “Could’ve fucking disposed you months ago, but no. Here we are, still putting up with your bratty ass.”

You cursed and moaned breathlessly, the pain turning into a bliss as Ellie’s strap pounded into you. “Wouldn’t want that, huh?” She asked, and you cried in response. “Course not, honey. No one fuckin’ loves you like we do.”

You stared at Abby with teary eyes, your hand aching to touch her, only for the blonde to slap it away. “No, take what you are getting right now,” she warned, and you nodded, your hips rolling and swaying with the rhythm of Ellie’s thrusts. “Won’t ya look at that? Little bunny just can’t get enough.”

Your hands grasped onto the messy bed sheets, nails digging into them. You stuffed your face into the material, lewd noises eliciting from you through the ball gag, almost feeling as if your body was jolted with electricity the moment Ellie’s strap found your orgasmic area. 

“She’s enjoying this too much,” Abby pointed out, and Ellie hummed, all movement being halted. You groaned in protest, and she switched around your body, laying you flat on your back. She straddled herself on top of you, intimidating you with how she towered over you. 

She popped the gag out of your mouth, your lungs engulfing fresh air. “Oh, little lamb,” she softly whispered, and smacked your face again, seizing it afterwards. “You got me upset, you know that? Treating me like shit.”

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered, the strike burning your cheek before she placed another one. “Fuck!”

“You’re sorry?” She repeated, almost as if she didn’t trust you. “For which part, honey?”

“Just… just wanted to get a rise,” you admitted, breathing heavily. “Couldn’t ask for it.”

“Look where that landed you,” she said, and hit you once more, your head spinning. “You going to apologize to Abby, hm?” She climbed off of you, her hands guiding you around to face the blonde. “Say sorry, baby.”

You were a crying mess, and weren’t even at the worst part yet. Though you were scared, you were aroused; maybe you were as depraved as they were. You enjoyed the sadistic acts they brought onto you, wanting to be all theirs to use, and play with. 

You were their girl at the end of the day, nothing could change that.

“I’m sorry, mama,” you mumbled, and Abby hummed, careless to your apology. “Please, mama. Didn’t mean it, I’ll be better.”

“You need to start acting right,” she said, and you nodded, mumbling promises through your sobs. “You aren’t able to leave us, you know that, right?”

“I won’t,” you reassured, sniffling. You knew that’s what many people wanted, that they knew you couldn't be without these two girls, simply as if they were your life support. 

Everyone knew it. 

“Where’s your blade?” Abby asked, and Ellie gestured to the night stand. She opened up the drawer, taking out her prized switchblade, something she always carried with her, but you didn’t know why. “Got to mark our girl.”

Ellie grabbed her knife, flicking it open, and she settled herself in between your thighs. She was grinning to herself, yet so was Abby, the two only knowing what they had done the previous night with the weapon, and you were clueless to it all. 

“Need you to be a big girl for me,” Ellie stated, and you sucked in a sharp breath, the tip of the switchblade pointing into your right inner thigh, beginning to carve into your skin. “Right there, baby. Doing s’good for us, focus on mama.”

Abby scooted closer to you, putting your head on her lap. “Don’t cry, bunny. It’s gonna be over soon.”

Ellie branded her initial firstly into your right thigh before moving onto your left inner thigh, starting to cut Abby’s into it. You were trying your best to compose your body, squirming and softly sobbing to your skin being pierced. 

“Mama, it hurts,” you pouted, and she caressed your cheek, looking down at you. “I know I’m your girl.”

“Just so you remember,” Abby reminded, groping your breasts. “Sometimes you forget, baby. We can’t keep repeating ourselves.”

You only nodded, melting into her gentle touch. Ellie threw her knife on top of the pile of clothes, smirking at initials. “Ah, now we can give you what you want,” she said, and you sighed in relief, a smile playing on your lips. 

Dots of blood appeared on the wounds as the girls got up from the bed, opening the bottom drawer of the night stand. You stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the burn that scorned, and a large hand pressed onto the side of your body, shifting you around. 

“Come on, baby,” Abby whispered, positioning you on your knees that sunk into the bed, and could feel her bare chest brush on your back. “Need you to spread yourself for us, you can do it.”

“You’re our girl,” Ellie promised, kneeling in front of you, and cradled your face into her warm hands. “Don’t know what we would do if you tried to leave us.”

Abby wetted her fingers, spitting down on your tight hole as she pushed two fingers into it to start you off. You roughly gasped, your body nearly faltering. “Stay steady, princess,” she said, moving her fingers at an easy pace. “Gotta prepare you for my cock, I need to make sure you can take it nice and sweet.”

Your face stayed in Ellie’s hands, trying to keep you focused on her. “Make sure to keep yourself spread for mama,” she told you, and you nodded, your shaky hands clawed down on your ass as you kept it open for Abby. “You can take it, you always do. Isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

“Yes daddy,” you muttered, and Abby’s fingers popped out of you. She put her hand back on your shoulder, guiding you back in the same moment she let her strap harshly sink into your whole. You cursed under your breath, tears welting in your eyes, and Ellie cooed, keeping your face in place. 

Abby didn’t move further, letting your hole take in all of her, and nodded at Ellie. She dropped her hands, hooking your arms around her neck as she filled your hot cunt with her strap, and your body shuddered, your face collapsing down onto her chest. “No no, baby,” she said, shaking her head. “You gotta show us how much you want us. Fuck yourself on our cocks.”

“Too stuffed,” you mumbled, and Abby’s hand reached for the front of your neck, tugging your head back.

“Show us how needy you are, pathetic bitch,” Abby spat, and you whimpered, but compiled, gently bouncing yourself on both silicone objects. “Yeah, that’s it, bunny. Fuckin’ take everything we give you.”

Ellie’s was captivated by the way your cunt swallowed her strap, dripping and soaking it already. “This is all you wanted, right?” She taunted, breathlessly chuckling. “Just wanted us to make you cock drunk, for us to treat you like the dumb whore you are.”

“Y–Yes, yes!” You choked out, rolling your hips as your body began to endure the scorching pleasure. “Oh my god, feels s’fucking good, please.”

“You’re barely fuckin’ two minutes in on fucking yourself,” Abby laughed, bringing your head back and laid down on her shoulder, forcing you to look up at her, “And you’re already falling apart. Can even hear how wet your pussy is.”

“Want to be fucked, please,” you breathed, on a brink of sobs. “Can’t do it on my own.”

“You have to earn it, love,” she stated, and grinned. “Show us how bad you need us, want us to fuck your pretty holes.”

You pouted, and she shoved your head back forward, a spin of dizziness whirling in your brain. Ellie sadistically smirked in front of you, her hands laid on your thighs, and tilted her head to the side. “Looks you’re about to cry, little lamb,” she teased, and you kept heavy eye contact as your holes stretched further with every desperate bounce. “Got nothing to cry about, honey. You brought this on yourself, you know that.”

“S–said sorry, daddy. I’m sorry,” your breath shook, sobs threatening to spill from you. You were overfilled with needs, feeling as if you were in heat, and only they could put the fire out. You could fuck yourself good, but they could make you feel orgasmic tides crash into your soul, and take you in one. 

“Only saying sorry ‘cause you’re not getting what you want,” Ellie said, and you were quick to deny it. “Don’t fuckin’ lie, you know how much we hate that.”

“Please, please,” you begged. “I’ll be so good, won’t be a brat ever again.”

“Fucking lying again,” Ellie scoffed, and Abby grinned, smacking your ass. “Don’t worry baby, we like when you are; means we get to see you cry and break.”

You were stuck in the middle of these two, falling apart on their cocks as they observed you, waiting for you to break down into sobs. This was their whole pride, everything they fucking thrived off of, and if it made them the happiest they’ve ever been, you would them hurt you over and over again. 

Your bouncing turned rapid, breasts in sync, and porngraphic noises drawing out of you. Your sensitive spots were being hit at, your eyes rolling back, and could feel heat pooling in your abdomen. Your hands reached out for one of them, but they denied you of it, leading you to fall into pits of sobs.

“There it is,” Abby growled. “Just what we wanted.”

“Can’t do it,” you sobbed, shaking your head. “Please, need mama. Need your help, please.”

“Yeah, bunny? Need us to take over?” She asked, mockery tangled in her tone. “Can’t use that silly brain of yours, huh? Our poor baby that’s useless.”

Her words mixed in with the fire that bubbled inside of you, expanding into your thighs. “Fuck me, fuck me,” you babbled, choking on your tears. “Need it s’bad, please. Just fuck me.”

Ellie halted your movements, and kissed your cheek. “We got you, honey. Let us do whatever we want, okay? We need to fill your holes, want to see it leak out of you.”

The duo situated themselves before handling you to stretch your form better, your knees locking place to keep you up. Abby braced her hands on your waist before her strap brutally thrusted into you, Ellie following the same tempo shortly after.

You could feel yourself being split open, Abby’s hands residing on your hips as Ellie’s let hers rest on the sides of your breasts. Their noises were shaky, rough, and undeniably lewd, a string of curses muttering out of them. 

They would always be hypnotized by you, your body, and how fucking well you always took them. They would fuck you hours on end, and they have before, but they couldn’t get enough it. It was a fucking drug, worse than any they’ve taken. Everything about you was addicting and pure perfection to their eyes, knowing that they would be the only ones who could see you crumble under them like this, let them take control of you, and tear you apart. 

They wanted to fucking spend the rest of their life in your pussy, fucking destroying it, and letting it cry with you. 

Raw lust was a firestorm on your skin, sinking into your body, and coursing through you. Your climax was overrode, about to collapse on you, and take you entirely, just needing to be free. Your legs trembled, slowly weakening, and a muscular arm snaked around your waist to lock you in. 

“Our pretty girl needs to cum,” she acknowledged, and Ellie’s fingers furiously hooked around your throat, squeezing it. “What do you think, babe? We let her cum?”

“Don’t know if she deserves it,” Ellie said, and your sobs were uncontrollable; your body was breaking, haze clouded in your head, and your high was unbearable over the limit. “You want to cum, little lamb? ‘M having too much fun seeing you like this.”

“Wanna cum, need to cum,” you blubbered, breath hallowed, and could feel them so far into you, you could almost swear they were poking at your stomach. “I’ll be so good forever. ‘M your girl, only yours; won’t ever be ungrateful again.”

Ellie grinned. “You mean that, honey?”

You mindlessly nodded, agreeing anything just so you could cum – it was fucking torturous. 

“Cum for us, sweetheart,” Abby said, and you exhaled in relief, your body relaxing to her permission. Like a violent hit, your high crashed out of you causing your body to jump and shudder. Abby kept her arm around you, the pair not being done with you until they came. 

You could hear the sploshing of your juices as Ellie viciously rammed into you, Abby’s cock abusing your tight hole with absolutely no remorse. You were there, letting yourself be their garbage waste, waiting for them to fill you up. 

“Imagine if we could fuckin’ put a baby in her,” Abby laughed, her moans knitted into it. “Make her our bitch forever, wouldn’t be able to leave us then.”

“That what you want, angel? For us to make you a pretty mommy?” Ellie asked, and you blankly agreed, braindead and numb. “Keep you trapped forever, nowhere to fuckin’ go.”

Abby and Ellie always considered that; having a family with you, though they never practically discussed it with you, or if that’s what you wanted. They truly wanted you in their life forever, needed you in every way that would kill them if they couldn’t have it. And if you did try to exit out of their lives, they would find a solution to reel you back in. 

“Mama gonna fill your hole, ‘kay?” Abby warned, and you hummed, falling in and out of reality. Ellie left her on your throat as extra leverage as she continued to hammer herself into you, her own climax trailing behind the blonde’s. 

A symphony of vulgar, raw noises echoed throughout the bedroom, and your second peak surfaced in the depths of your belly, your body frail and trembling. 

“Fuck, baby, baby, baby,” Ellie cried out, her nails clawing into your skin, and Abby’s hands crept down to your cheeks, clawing into them. Your skin was running hot and wild, their body heat radiating onto you as the room smelt of filth and sweat, shameless moans and whimpers wailing out of all three of you. 

Your cunt and hole were stuffed with cum from their straps with Abby and Ellie’s climax dripped out of their sweet pussies. They pushed themselves out of you, and you fell back on the bed, gathering lungfuls of breaths. 

“Won’t you look at that?” Abby said, her and Ellie mesmerized by their cum leaking out of your holes, their initials branded into your thighs. “So fuckin’ pretty, all for us to look at.”

“Head… hurts,” is all you could manage to say, curling up into a ball. 

The girls took off their object, dropping it to the floor as they separated to obtain things for you. Abby went to the kitchen, grabbing cold water, painkillers, and a box of cherries for you; Ellie was in the bathroom, wetting a rag, and seized the first aid kit. 

They rushed to your side in under a minute, worried that they might have finally done it this time. 

“Baby, you with us?” Ellie panicked, and you nodded, sleep wanting to take you. “Can you sit up for us, please?”

“Can’t,” you whimpered, and Abby sighed, helping to pick you up. She kissed the side of your head, holding you sit up while Ellie aided you. 

“You did so good for us, sweetheart,” Ellie cooed, running the cloth over your aching cunt and hole as you hissed in response. “I know, I know. Just need to make sure we clean you up well, okay?”

Abby brought up the glass of water to lips, stroking the side of your head while you took slow sips. “There we go, there’s our tough girl,” she whispered, and opened up the bottle of painkillers, inserting two pills in your mouth, returning the glass back to your mouth afterwards. “We’re so proud of you. You’re okay, bunny, we’re almost done.”

Ellie soothed your wounds with hydrogen peroxide, putting bandaids over it after. She put a chaste kiss to your hip, and you smiled small, thanking her. “You want to get some rest?” She asked, and you nodded. “Okay, honey, let us change the sheets while you eat some food, yeah?”

Abby carried to the loveseat sofa that sat in the corner of the bedroom, handing you the box of cherries as she helped out Ellie. The two weren’t even cleaned up, but made sure you were comfortable and okay before they were.

You wanted to cry. 

They’re so fucking perfect, you said in your head. 

You had eaten about five cherries by the time they fixed up the mattress, and put new sheets on top of it. You set the food next to you, and Abby returned to you, scooping you into her arms as you grasped onto her, sitting you on the edge of the bed.

Ellie picked out a new set of pajamas for you, changing you into new underwear, and a soft, pink nightgown. “Get some rest, and we’re gonna get ourselves fixed, ‘kay?” She said, guiding you under the duvet covers, and made sure you were tucked in. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

You hummed, your eyes drooping, and let rest take over you. You felt them press a loving kiss to your forehead before you passed out. 

You could hear your ringtone tune, lulling you out of your slumber. You let it go through as it shut up a few seconds later, and you groaned, trying to fall back asleep. 

Then, the ringtone came back, and the buzzing added onto it. Your hand reached for your phone, finding it laying next to you. You grabbed it, squinting to who was calling.

Joel Miller, the contact name flashed.

Why the fuck was Joel calling?

You noticed the time, seeing it to be 4PM – how fucking long were you asleep for?

You swiped the button right, bringing the device up to your ear. “Hello?” You mumbled, clearly exhausted and groggy. 

“Hey, kid. I was wonderin’ if Ellie was with you?” He asked, trying to sound calm, but wasn’t. You instantly sat up, finding a note on the nightstand, and you picked it up.

Abby and I went out to get some things. Be back as soon as we can. Love you always, sweet girl.

Xo, Ellie.

“Um, no,” you answered, putting the note down. “Why? Did something happen?”

There was silence for a moment. “The cops are here, asking for her.”

“Cops. Why?” You asked, fear streaming through your whole body. 

“They’re accusing her of murder,” Joel said, and you swallowed thickly. “Someone reported their friend missing – a Brandon James – saying how they saw him leave with Ellie, and Abby.”

Memories now began to flick in your brain, like bright lights, and bile burned at your throat.

The shirt. The red on the shirt.

Blood.

“We handled it,” you recalled Ellie saying. 

“We handled it” was code for “we killed someone.”

You remembered the Brandon guy harassing you, grabbing your arm, and it sent you into full panic mode. You remember calling Abby about it, and Ellie giving you coke to distract you for the meantime. You remembered them not being with you for a while, keeping you with Dina and Jesse. 

They needed you blind and gullible. 

“Are you sure it’s even her description? People just say shit ‘cause they hate her,” you said, holding yourself together. “And Abby? That’s crazy.”

“Another person at the club supported it by saying they saw the two walking out with you,” Joel continued, and you quietly cursed under your breath, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. “They were there, so were you.”

You went quiet as you heard some shuffling over the line. 

“Do you know something?” He asked.

“I don’t,” you said, sincerity mingled in your words. “I promise I don’t. And I don’t remember anything about being at a club, I’m sorry.”

“Okay, well if you see her or them, call me,” Joel said, and you hummed, hanging up the call immediately. You let go of your shaky breaths, and nodded to yourself as a waterfall of hot tears streamed down your cheeks. 

You couldn’t stop thinking of the shirt. It had someone’s blood on it, and they were dumb enough to leave it at home. You knew Jesse and Dina wouldn’t narc them out, they were the same as Ellie and Abby. 

You were alone in this; you had the choice of coming forward with the shirt, or keeping your head down, being naive to everything. 

Everything started to make sense – the possession, the house, the authority you had given them. They never wanted you to leave, and they eliminated any threats, even ones that hurt you. You were glad they were there at your beck and call, but you never knew it would go to the extremes of murder. You were

starting to worry that this wasn’t the first time they did this, but the first time it was starting to catch up with them. 

You continued to sob as you went through your phone contacts, and clicked your mother’s number.

It took a few rings until she picked up. “Hello?”

“Momma…” you sobbed out, not knowing how to explain what you were thinking without exposing a lot of things. “Momma, I’m worried.”

Your parents weren’t neglectful – if you really needed them, they were there, and would never get mad at you for anything, even if you had some fault in it. They had their fatal flaws, ones that even affected you, but they’d drop everything if you were in danger. 

You never knew why that was, but you appreciated it. 

“What’s wrong, dear? What happened?” She asked. “Why are you crying?”

“I think something bad happened,” you sobbed, sniffling. “And… and I can’t be here, in the city. It’s a lot to explain, but can I stay with you in Milan? Please?”

“You’re worrying me, cherie,” she said, and you broke down further, everything in the room spinning with you. “You can come stay. Are you at home?”

“At this penthouse… I’ll send the address to Tony,” you stated, trying to steady your breathing. “Thank you, momma.”

“Of course,” she softly responded, and the line went dead. You rushed down to your feet, running into the walk-in closet, and grabbed a suitcase. You tossed random amounts of clothes until the baggage couldn’t take anymore; you could buy more stuff in Milan. 

You tossed your hygienic products on top of the clothes, and before you were going to zip up the luggage, your eyes averted to the hamper. You contemplated taking the shirt with you, burning it in another country so nothing would be traced back to them. 

You couldn’t tamper with evidence. But these were your girls, and it was your turn to take care of them, even if their actions made you sick at this very moment. You grabbed the bloody shirt, tucking it under your clothes, and zipped up the suitcase. You put on your sneakers, and tossed a leather jacket over your nightgown.

Abby’s jacket. 

You shrugged it off, and grabbed your cell phone, putting it in your purse. You double checked to see if you had everything in your purse before rushing yourself out of the penthouse, and into the elevator. 

You didn’t need to leave a note, or anything of that sort. You couldn’t talk to them for a while, not until you made sure you weren’t crazy or overthinking this whole situation. But the shirt was enough to confirm the first of your suspicions, and what Ellie said.

“We handled it”, her voice kept playing in your head, like a broken record. 

For now, you needed to isolate yourself; besides, it wasn’t like they would find you. 

That wasn’t possible.

You hoped.