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Fennec
Who are you when no one is watching?
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- Feb 5, 2015
RE: I keep her under the floorboards
My 2am Thoughts | Plots
All names can/will be changed. It just makes identifying the characters easier.
Also, most of these characters are interchangeable in terms of gender/roles played.
Killing Me Softly – Growing up, they were inseparable. Alice went to Tony whenever she was having trouble with boys or needed help with work, and she was there whenever he needed to surprise his girlfriends and push him try something new. They fought sure, but what siblings didn’t? That all changed when she disappeared her freshman year of high school. They searched for her for five years but nothing ever came up. No note, no calls, no body. It left him and his family devastated. He spent another three years picking up the pieces and finally found the love of his life, started a family and tried to forget. Then his family ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, dozens of people were killed in what people assumed was a heist by a mysterious woman the media has coined The Reaper. His only goal in life, the only reason he still wakes up is to seek retribution, no revenge, for the family and love he’s lost. He would take everything he could from her – her self-worth, will to live, and actual life. When the day comes that he finally confronts her, his emotions get the best of him and he assaults her in more ways than one. And then the mask comes off and the realization of who she really is, the sister he lost so long ago, cuts him deeper than any knife and leaves him more confused than ever.
All those years after the accident that took his wife and unborn child, Alice had felt horrible for being the one that had killed them, even accidentally. She never even knew that her family was still alive until that day. The told her they’d been killed, that she no longer had a family. She was their property, theirs to train, theirs to reprogram, theirs to perfect. She didn’t question orders, question particular hits until now. She doesn't blame Tony for the anger and she isn't entirely angry at her brother’s actions. Maybe this was punishment for all of her sins. They’ve both done wrong, both been wronged, but is that enough to overcome everything that’s happened thus far? Is that enough to forgive, possibly even love? Does it matter when they both have targets on their heads now?
Black Widow – She thought her husband loved her. He used to call her beautiful when no one else did. He didn’t mind the little extra that filled out her skirt and shirt, or the fact that she preferred reading to partying. He said she was special…at least in the beginning. But then, the snide remarks came. Why didn’t she speak up for herself? What was with the frumpy clothes? Why hide behind the stupid fucking romance novels instead of living life? Why couldn’t she be better in bed? All he wanted was a good wife and he got her. It wasn’t long before he started coming home later, before the smell of another’s perfume followed him to bed. And then he brought her into their home. She arrived a little too early from work one day and found them fucking on her washing machine like it was their last day on earth…and it was. As he told her countless times, no one noticed her. So neither noticed when she came back with a knife, neither had time to run...and she loved it. It was such a rush, such a confidence boost. He wanted her to change? Well with his help, she transformed. After burying them, she bought herself a new wardrobe, removed her ring, and had a new outlook on life. If men wanted to cheat, wanted the fuck of their lives, she was just a phone call away. Afterall, she loved her meat fresh.
Mind games - One part of him loves her, worships the ground she walks on and doesn't know what he'd do without her. The other part sees her as nothing more than a plaything (not a fucktoy, mind the difference), another form of entertainment, simply his prey. She only knows the loving side of him, at least that's what she thinks. She doesn't know the phone calls, the letters, the pictures, or "gifts" are from him as well. She doesn't know who she's sleeping with. Will she find out before it's too late to save herself? Will he be able to keep his two worlds seperate?
Better Left Unsaid - Emma is a smart woman, newly graduated with a lot of hopes and dreams. Unfortunately, when it's discovered that her father's sick and his health is quickly deteriorating, everything in her life is put on hold to take care of him. She applies to whatever job she can get the fastest and starts working to pay bills but it isn't enough. It seems like nothing she does is ever enough. At her wits end, she decides to post an ad looking for a caregiver to help her with her father and give her the time she needs to find a better paying job in her field and get herself together. After a lot of interesting interviews she finds Mark who seems perfect for the job. He's a good person inside and out, and her father even takes a liking to him. That being said, he has a past that she wants no part of but he convinces her it will not affect his job, so she hires him. As time goes on, the two begin to talk more and open up about themselves. Despite her earlier misgivings she can't help her growing feelings, but what happens when his past comes back to haunt him? It would be great if this was filled filled with romance, angst, but also a happy ending.
No Good Deed - No one really believed we'd run out of oil, but after three years without it, one might start to wonder. Most oil corporations have gone under and the few that remain continue to drill in the hopes of discovering a miracle. Unfortunately, their drilling only resulted in the release of an ancient mist filled with spores that have infected the susceptible, turning them into mindless hosts whose only purpose was to spread the disease. With the world seemingly coming to an end many have become ruthless and the insane are free to roam. If the infected don't get you first, someone else will.
E eventually learns that the hard way when she encounters 3 men who crave her body just as much as the infected. Cornered, stripped & with nowhere to run, she can't help but think the man who comes to her rescue is nothing short of her savior. However, in this world no one is as they seem and nothing is done for free. If she wants safety, she might just become his pleasure, his bait & his bargaining chip.
The Road Less Traveled - They met one another on the train one morning. Both heading to Boston to see their respective lovers. They hit it off really well in the few hours they spent together, so they decided to exchange numbers. They continued talking from there and scheduling their visits to their significant others together. After all, it wasn't as boring or dangerous when you had a friend to share a cart with. However, as time went on, and as they became more acquainted with one another, lines were crossed. Soft moans, whispered breaths, and hushed sounds of sex filled the cart instead of the usual conversation. They loved their significant others, but the attraction they felt to one another whenever they took those trips was undeniable. They can't remain a secret, and neither know if what they have could survive outside of the train. Is it a risk they're willing to take?
Truth or Dare - Fawn knew Chris would never cop out of a dare, or twist the truth to lessen the embarrassment. She prided herself on it, even if it did get her into trouble more often than not. After a night of partying, the two half siblings head home for the night and strike up a game of truth or dare. Little does Chris know, but Fawn has feelings for his sibling that aren’t anywhere near appropriate. As a result, it comes as a shock when Chris is staring down into a shot glass filled with Fawn’s cum and ready to drink. But dammit, if Chris wasn’t champion supreme! No wasn’t an option and well…it was hot watching him fill that glass up. Prefer mxf but will do mxm
It's not like I knew, knew! You know? - After a drunken party filled night and some really good sex, two siblings wake up in the same bed, with no clothes, and the same foggy but incredibly satisfying recollection of sex. They claim it was dark, their eyes were closed, they didn't realize. One or both of them are lying, but are too ashamed to admit it. Unfortunately, their bodies crave more of what happened that night. Who's the first to cave? Will they make it hard for each other to deny their desires? Further more, does anyone else know what they did? Open for mxf, mxm
Princess and the Pe(nis) – You know that story? The one about the princess and the pea, and she can’t sleep because it’s poking her from underneath the mattress? Well ladies and gents, the cat is out the bag! That pea is none other than a penis and the princess…well her nights are so hard because someone’s put a little something in her drink to make her lucid but not quite awake, and the soreness is to be expected after all those pleasure filled nights she’s rather come to enjoy. But who is behind such an vile, evil thing? Well her wicked step sister of course! As it turns out, she has been paying men to sleep with her sister in the hopes that she might inherit the higher dowry and marry into the wealthiest family. She’s sick of being second best, and sure that daddy won’t be so happy when he finds out his “sweet pea” is pregnant with some degenerate’s child. Little does she know, a certain prince across the pond received word about what was going on and had plans to make the princess his in more ways than one. However, after all the bland, mind blowing, and strange sex she’s had thus far, will he be able to satisfy his insatiable princess?
My 2am Thoughts | Plots
All names can/will be changed. It just makes identifying the characters easier.
Also, most of these characters are interchangeable in terms of gender/roles played.
Killing Me Softly – Growing up, they were inseparable. Alice went to Tony whenever she was having trouble with boys or needed help with work, and she was there whenever he needed to surprise his girlfriends and push him try something new. They fought sure, but what siblings didn’t? That all changed when she disappeared her freshman year of high school. They searched for her for five years but nothing ever came up. No note, no calls, no body. It left him and his family devastated. He spent another three years picking up the pieces and finally found the love of his life, started a family and tried to forget. Then his family ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, dozens of people were killed in what people assumed was a heist by a mysterious woman the media has coined The Reaper. His only goal in life, the only reason he still wakes up is to seek retribution, no revenge, for the family and love he’s lost. He would take everything he could from her – her self-worth, will to live, and actual life. When the day comes that he finally confronts her, his emotions get the best of him and he assaults her in more ways than one. And then the mask comes off and the realization of who she really is, the sister he lost so long ago, cuts him deeper than any knife and leaves him more confused than ever.
All those years after the accident that took his wife and unborn child, Alice had felt horrible for being the one that had killed them, even accidentally. She never even knew that her family was still alive until that day. The told her they’d been killed, that she no longer had a family. She was their property, theirs to train, theirs to reprogram, theirs to perfect. She didn’t question orders, question particular hits until now. She doesn't blame Tony for the anger and she isn't entirely angry at her brother’s actions. Maybe this was punishment for all of her sins. They’ve both done wrong, both been wronged, but is that enough to overcome everything that’s happened thus far? Is that enough to forgive, possibly even love? Does it matter when they both have targets on their heads now?
Black Widow – She thought her husband loved her. He used to call her beautiful when no one else did. He didn’t mind the little extra that filled out her skirt and shirt, or the fact that she preferred reading to partying. He said she was special…at least in the beginning. But then, the snide remarks came. Why didn’t she speak up for herself? What was with the frumpy clothes? Why hide behind the stupid fucking romance novels instead of living life? Why couldn’t she be better in bed? All he wanted was a good wife and he got her. It wasn’t long before he started coming home later, before the smell of another’s perfume followed him to bed. And then he brought her into their home. She arrived a little too early from work one day and found them fucking on her washing machine like it was their last day on earth…and it was. As he told her countless times, no one noticed her. So neither noticed when she came back with a knife, neither had time to run...and she loved it. It was such a rush, such a confidence boost. He wanted her to change? Well with his help, she transformed. After burying them, she bought herself a new wardrobe, removed her ring, and had a new outlook on life. If men wanted to cheat, wanted the fuck of their lives, she was just a phone call away. Afterall, she loved her meat fresh.
Mind games - One part of him loves her, worships the ground she walks on and doesn't know what he'd do without her. The other part sees her as nothing more than a plaything (not a fucktoy, mind the difference), another form of entertainment, simply his prey. She only knows the loving side of him, at least that's what she thinks. She doesn't know the phone calls, the letters, the pictures, or "gifts" are from him as well. She doesn't know who she's sleeping with. Will she find out before it's too late to save herself? Will he be able to keep his two worlds seperate?
Better Left Unsaid - Emma is a smart woman, newly graduated with a lot of hopes and dreams. Unfortunately, when it's discovered that her father's sick and his health is quickly deteriorating, everything in her life is put on hold to take care of him. She applies to whatever job she can get the fastest and starts working to pay bills but it isn't enough. It seems like nothing she does is ever enough. At her wits end, she decides to post an ad looking for a caregiver to help her with her father and give her the time she needs to find a better paying job in her field and get herself together. After a lot of interesting interviews she finds Mark who seems perfect for the job. He's a good person inside and out, and her father even takes a liking to him. That being said, he has a past that she wants no part of but he convinces her it will not affect his job, so she hires him. As time goes on, the two begin to talk more and open up about themselves. Despite her earlier misgivings she can't help her growing feelings, but what happens when his past comes back to haunt him? It would be great if this was filled filled with romance, angst, but also a happy ending.
No Good Deed - No one really believed we'd run out of oil, but after three years without it, one might start to wonder. Most oil corporations have gone under and the few that remain continue to drill in the hopes of discovering a miracle. Unfortunately, their drilling only resulted in the release of an ancient mist filled with spores that have infected the susceptible, turning them into mindless hosts whose only purpose was to spread the disease. With the world seemingly coming to an end many have become ruthless and the insane are free to roam. If the infected don't get you first, someone else will.
E eventually learns that the hard way when she encounters 3 men who crave her body just as much as the infected. Cornered, stripped & with nowhere to run, she can't help but think the man who comes to her rescue is nothing short of her savior. However, in this world no one is as they seem and nothing is done for free. If she wants safety, she might just become his pleasure, his bait & his bargaining chip.
The Road Less Traveled - They met one another on the train one morning. Both heading to Boston to see their respective lovers. They hit it off really well in the few hours they spent together, so they decided to exchange numbers. They continued talking from there and scheduling their visits to their significant others together. After all, it wasn't as boring or dangerous when you had a friend to share a cart with. However, as time went on, and as they became more acquainted with one another, lines were crossed. Soft moans, whispered breaths, and hushed sounds of sex filled the cart instead of the usual conversation. They loved their significant others, but the attraction they felt to one another whenever they took those trips was undeniable. They can't remain a secret, and neither know if what they have could survive outside of the train. Is it a risk they're willing to take?
Truth or Dare - Fawn knew Chris would never cop out of a dare, or twist the truth to lessen the embarrassment. She prided herself on it, even if it did get her into trouble more often than not. After a night of partying, the two half siblings head home for the night and strike up a game of truth or dare. Little does Chris know, but Fawn has feelings for his sibling that aren’t anywhere near appropriate. As a result, it comes as a shock when Chris is staring down into a shot glass filled with Fawn’s cum and ready to drink. But dammit, if Chris wasn’t champion supreme! No wasn’t an option and well…it was hot watching him fill that glass up. Prefer mxf but will do mxm
It's not like I knew, knew! You know? - After a drunken party filled night and some really good sex, two siblings wake up in the same bed, with no clothes, and the same foggy but incredibly satisfying recollection of sex. They claim it was dark, their eyes were closed, they didn't realize. One or both of them are lying, but are too ashamed to admit it. Unfortunately, their bodies crave more of what happened that night. Who's the first to cave? Will they make it hard for each other to deny their desires? Further more, does anyone else know what they did? Open for mxf, mxm
Princess and the Pe(nis) – You know that story? The one about the princess and the pea, and she can’t sleep because it’s poking her from underneath the mattress? Well ladies and gents, the cat is out the bag! That pea is none other than a penis and the princess…well her nights are so hard because someone’s put a little something in her drink to make her lucid but not quite awake, and the soreness is to be expected after all those pleasure filled nights she’s rather come to enjoy. But who is behind such an vile, evil thing? Well her wicked step sister of course! As it turns out, she has been paying men to sleep with her sister in the hopes that she might inherit the higher dowry and marry into the wealthiest family. She’s sick of being second best, and sure that daddy won’t be so happy when he finds out his “sweet pea” is pregnant with some degenerate’s child. Little does she know, a certain prince across the pond received word about what was going on and had plans to make the princess his in more ways than one. However, after all the bland, mind blowing, and strange sex she’s had thus far, will he be able to satisfy his insatiable princess?
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Fennec
Who are you when no one is watching?
- Joined
- Feb 5, 2015
“Please…please help me.
Don’t let him kill me.
I don’t wanna die
I can’t die.
I have a family.
Please.”
She had no face, just an oval shaped head with hair
but her arms and hands reached out to me as she tried
to get out of the chain at her ankles and slicing her skin in
the process. She was desperate and there was nothing I
could do.
I don’t know why I am here
in this room with the loose floorboards,
or how I got here. I’m afraid as I watch
her in my drug induced state as I shake my
head curling in on myself even more.
I, like her, have chain around my ankles.
I, like her, will eventually die.
What else was there?
Step
Step
Step
Our breath stills,
eyes aimed at the door.
Step
Step
Step
The door opens and
the faceless girl screams.
“NO PLEASE! I WON’T DO ANYTHING
I WON’T TELL ANYONE! JUST PLEASE
DON’T KILL ME. PLEASE! JACOB HELP ME!”
She knows my name.
My body jerks on its own accord
shielding me from my nightmares,
protecting me as I sit up expecting to
feel a hard concrete surface beneath me
Instead it’s the soft give
of a couch as I look around the room
first thinking that Marcus caught up
to me but untensing as I see nothing that
should give me the impression.
There’s a clock on the table next to the couch
that reads 4 o’clock and I know it’s right.
I fall into a mini coma after I go out on my binges.
It’s my body recuperating from being on high energy
for nearly half the day.
It smells nice here…
Like home.
“Hmm mm.”
I still at the muffled sound
and place my feet on the floor
One
Two
Standing slowly so as not to make
myself dizzy and I hear the sound again.
I follow it like any curious idiot would do,
walking down a small hall until I go to a door
and looked inside.
There was a crib.
I looked down the hall to
my left and right. I knew
I shouldn’t be doing this but
babies were a weak spot of mine.
They were so innocent. So…not
what I was.
I stepped inside slowly.
My mouth forming into a smile
as I saw the rosy cheeks and head of
hair. The boy had his foot in his mouth
and was gurgling around it as he stared at
me. I wanted to touch him but I didn’t.
Looking at him made me
feel a little bit calmer, like
less of an addict. Looking at him
made me want a child of my own and
that was selfish. Twenty three, on drugs,
and without a steady job…possibly even a
lunatic.
I didn’t deserve a child.
Someone who’d love me unconditionally.
I sighed and bit my lip as I shoved my
hands into my pockets and shifted
wondering who would let someone like
me into their house. My mother wouldn’t
even let me set foot onto her front lawn let
alone her house.
“What are you doing?”
My head snapped up to the
Front door and my heart skipped three beats.
I wanted to run…but he was blocking the way.
Don’t let him kill me.
I don’t wanna die
I can’t die.
I have a family.
Please.”
She had no face, just an oval shaped head with hair
but her arms and hands reached out to me as she tried
to get out of the chain at her ankles and slicing her skin in
the process. She was desperate and there was nothing I
could do.
I don’t know why I am here
in this room with the loose floorboards,
or how I got here. I’m afraid as I watch
her in my drug induced state as I shake my
head curling in on myself even more.
I, like her, have chain around my ankles.
I, like her, will eventually die.
What else was there?
Step
Step
Step
Our breath stills,
eyes aimed at the door.
Step
Step
Step
The door opens and
the faceless girl screams.
“NO PLEASE! I WON’T DO ANYTHING
I WON’T TELL ANYONE! JUST PLEASE
DON’T KILL ME. PLEASE! JACOB HELP ME!”
She knows my name.
My body jerks on its own accord
shielding me from my nightmares,
protecting me as I sit up expecting to
feel a hard concrete surface beneath me
Instead it’s the soft give
of a couch as I look around the room
first thinking that Marcus caught up
to me but untensing as I see nothing that
should give me the impression.
There’s a clock on the table next to the couch
that reads 4 o’clock and I know it’s right.
I fall into a mini coma after I go out on my binges.
It’s my body recuperating from being on high energy
for nearly half the day.
It smells nice here…
Like home.
“Hmm mm.”
I still at the muffled sound
and place my feet on the floor
One
Two
Standing slowly so as not to make
myself dizzy and I hear the sound again.
I follow it like any curious idiot would do,
walking down a small hall until I go to a door
and looked inside.
There was a crib.
I looked down the hall to
my left and right. I knew
I shouldn’t be doing this but
babies were a weak spot of mine.
They were so innocent. So…not
what I was.
I stepped inside slowly.
My mouth forming into a smile
as I saw the rosy cheeks and head of
hair. The boy had his foot in his mouth
and was gurgling around it as he stared at
me. I wanted to touch him but I didn’t.
Looking at him made me
feel a little bit calmer, like
less of an addict. Looking at him
made me want a child of my own and
that was selfish. Twenty three, on drugs,
and without a steady job…possibly even a
lunatic.
Someone who’d love me unconditionally.
I sighed and bit my lip as I shoved my
hands into my pockets and shifted
wondering who would let someone like
me into their house. My mother wouldn’t
even let me set foot onto her front lawn let
alone her house.
My head snapped up to the
Front door and my heart skipped three beats.
I wanted to run…but he was blocking the way.
