IMAGINE: Trying Not to Get Caught with Ross Colton
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-who would have thought sleeping with Ross was exactly what you needed to be able to tolerate his presence
-and not only were you just tolerating it when you sat down at dinner together
-or had to sit a little too close during a family car ride
-you wanted to be spending your time together
-which was easy to do when you were stuck in the same house for the summer
-the tough part was trying not to make the change in your behaviours too obvious
-for years you hated each other
-finally getting along would beg too many questions
-and so you tread carefully as you moved into the living room where Ross was seating on the couch flipping through Netflix
-“what are you gonna watch?”
-“don’t know yet.”
-“that one looks good”
-and he scoffed, his bright eyes raising to meet yours
-they were soft and didn’t match the annoyance he was trying to have perceived
-“sit down then-”
-you lay out on the couch beside him with your feet closest to him as you reached for one of the throw blankets
-the two of you settled in, the movie playing out on the screen while you heard his mother working on dishes in the kitchen
-Ross was quick to complain before the movie could really start
-“your feet are practically in my lap, sit up”
-he complained, and you sat up with a pout
-but his touch kept you from straying too far
-your eyes left the screen and looked at him as he tugged at your arm
-he drew you in close a trouble-making smile on his face
-“what are you doing?” you whispered
-“com’ere” he encouraged and drew you closer so that your head was resting on his shoulder
-“your mom-”
-“if you hear her coming, just pretend you’re asleep”
-Ross slipped his hand beneath the blanket you had wrapped yourself in and tossed you a pillow to strategically cuddle over your frame
-it was the perfect cover for his hand as it slipped down the front of your sleep shorts and into your panties
-you took in a sharp inhale as your eyes went wide
-“Ross-”
-he hushed you
-“relax, unless you want my mom to know where my hand is…”
-you gave him a stern glance as you bit down on your lower lip in restraint
-you did your best not to move too much as his fingers stroked over the plain of your pelvis and dipped down
-but you did angle your hips just enough to help his hand with the awkward angle
-you couldn’t risk anyone seeing the subtle movement of his arm
-Ross did his best to provide any of his movements and to disgust just where his hand had ended up by assuring that he was for the most part concealed by the blanket as well
-it was with that security that his hand began to move against you with confidence
-he had quickly learned what you liked
-and he enjoyed just how quickly he could have your reeling for him
-the added challenge of going unnoticed by his mother in the next room would only make it more difficult for you
-you would have to force composure
-you couldn’t make a sound
-and you couldn’t make a mess of the couch either
-it was a cruel thing to do to you really
-but it wasn’t purely self-indulgent
-as soon as his fingers could feel you becoming wet from his touch he began to struggle
-he could already feel his cock growing hard
-it earned a low “fuck” from his own lips as she leaned in to mutter his words into your hair
-“i’m going to fuck you so good after they go to bed-”
-his final word was broken as he heard the shuffling of feet in the kitchen
-“you need anything before I head up for the night?”
-it was the voice of his mother
-sometimes she was too damn sweet for her own good
-because she walked straight into the living room and stood alongside the couch and down at you and Ross
-and you didn’t move an inch
-you weren’t even sure if you were breathing you had stilled so quickly
-petrified was the only way you could describe what you were feeling
-as Ross had delved his fingers deep inside you one final time before he stilled
-his fingers stayed there, deep in your cunt
-soaked in your arousal
-as you lay up against him pretending to have fallen asleep
-and she must had believed it
-because she didn’t seem to pry for more
-nor was she concerned
-you could only hear the smile in her voice as he spoke, “it’s so nice that the two of you are finally trying to get along”
-you felt Ross shrug and his head tilted carefully to one side as he gave off a nonchalant nod
-“i mean, i guess she’s alright”
-you did your best not to scowl
-and instead moved the only thing you could that his mother would not notice
-you flexed your cunt around his fingers
-and he made sure you know he felt it by hooking his fingers and dragging his fingertips over that spot that could so quickly make you unravel
-“you headed up to bed?”
-“yeah, dad too,” his mom told him and you could hear her leaning over the arm of the couch to place a kiss on the top of his head
-“grab the lights?” Ross requested simply
-and then she walked away, her footsteps fading in the distance as she turned off the lights and left the main floor in darkness
-the two of you sat silent and still in the room for a long time
-your eyes opening up just enough to watch the movie
-all the while his fingers were still teasing the walls of your cunt
-“you think they’re asleep yet?��� you whispered after what felt like ages
-“no way to know for sure…”
-Ross glanced back towards the stairs
-there was no glow from the bathroom at the top of the stairs
-and the house was quiet save for the credits of the movie
-Ross reached for the remote with his free hand and turned off the tv to leave you both in complete darkness
-it brought a level of secrecy to the room
-one that gave you both the reassurance it shouldn’t
-with everyone else in bed, you shouldn’t get caught
-“you’re still soaked…”
-he told you carefully, his fingers returning to their slow pump once more
-it left you pushing the blanket aside and reaching for the drawstring of your shorts
-they were well soaked through and you were quick to dispose of them on the floor
-your panties were quick to follow
-you kicked them aside before Ross was easing you back to lay out on the couch
-he pushed open your legs with ease and relished in the sight of you
-he pumped his fingers inside you deliberately, assuring to hit just the right spot that left you throwing your head back into the couch cushion
-your lips parted in a silent moan
-and while the sight of your pleasure was obscured by the darkness it left him grinning wide
-leaning in, he came to hover over you
-watching as your features melted with pleasure at his hand
-Ross didn’t stop until he felt your arousal dripping down his hands and the walls of your cunt flexing around his fingers
-and while he didn’t get to fuck you
-it would have been too much of a risk
-he was satisfied
-Ross withdraw his fingers, licking them clean before he reached down for your panties and sleep shorts
-he helped ease them back onto your weak legs before tossing the blanket back on top of you
-you looked up at him confused
-you should be making your way up to bed, and instead, Ross was making himself comfortable
-you raised a brow at him slowly, your head cocking to the side
-he opened his arm to you and welcomed you in as you came to rest your head against his chest
-he held you in his arms, his cheek pressed into the crown of your head and he became lost in the scent that was uniquely you
-“if my dad catches us here in the morning…”
-“it was a really boring movie, and you were already alseep,” he claimed
-and his lips coming down to kiss your hair carefully
-together you fell asleep on the sofa
-and come morning the sunlight would creep through the curtains and you too would wake together before his mother and your father could catch you
-and it wouldn’t be the last time you and Ross would take the risk
-the two of you liked to put yourselves in compromising positions…
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The Cold of a Steel Heart (Yandere robot/AI) sounds interesting could we see some of that please!! 👀👀
Ahhhhhh sure thing hun!!! Hope you're doing well by the way! 🤗💖
TBH, as a bit of backstory, this mostly came about from a combination of a dream I had a while ago and because I wanted to write something horror related. Natural conclusion considering the dream I had was a yandere AI/robot, with a bit more of a lean into the horror aspect. It's not very prevalent in this preview, more tension building and scene setting I guess, but the idea is for it to get worse and never better 😃🙃
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You flail as you turn around, back pressed tightly against the heavy steel of your barred exit. Eyes widening as another wave of panicked nausea twists violently in your stomach. Unable to look away from the monstrosity that’s cornered you.
It’s a machine, makeshift and crude. Rover-like if not for how It fills the space, large with a mishmash of parts that you can not entirely make out in the gloom.
The steady pulsing of the emergency lights cast deep shadows across Its angular frame, the uncanny illusion of It breathing setting you further on edge as It fades into the black and reappears with the red like a spectre. Tears spilling down your cheeks as the light glints hauntingly on a large lens, welded brutishly into a rectangular box that reminds you of a projector or one of the chunky VHS players found in the monitoring rooms.
It rumbles, chugs to a gradual stop a few feet in front of you. Eerily silent bar for the click-click-click as the makeshift projector moves, mechanical joints jolting as It hunches over to look down at you. Its dark lens is cold and bright, a midnight sun stained vermillion in the polar night. Immovable and disquieting as it looms over you, an ill fated omen painfully still like an apex hunter lying in wait for the appointed hour.
Swallowing the whimper lodged in your throat you shakily stare up at It. Can just about make out the movement in Its lens, can hear that grinding whirl from earlier as Its aperture shifts and focuses. The rectangular casing which you are coming to realise might be its face jankily falls closer, startling a yelp out of you before Its frame falls still yet again with a hissing creak.
The stare off feels like it lasts forever, time at a laborious crawl as the lights keep dimming and brightening in measured breaths. The machine’s lens glowing as the light glints and shines off of it, traps the colour sinisterly in the glass as It bears down on you like a spotlight (you swear you can see your trembling reflection in Its red-tinted gaze).
As another pulse of red bleeds into the sea of dead air between you. Its shutter schlinks closed in what you can only guess is a facsimile of a blink, the sound gritty as though filled with sand between the blades. A swift but quiet be-beep following the grainy sound, digital and so loud against the stifling silence that you instinctively flinch back and closer against the door.
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