#Trail cam fake

[gearbroth]

I saw something in those woods I don't think I should have.

[bea-trician]

Witness sketch.

[murderreign]

//Today was an optional lab day, but I came anyway since I had a class right after anyway and he brought a bunch of snacks and caprisuns but only like 6 of us showed up so he had us all take home the rest of the snacks

I got to take a whole box of caprisuns and 3 bags of chips so i'm happy.

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Training exercises were fun. Especially if Price put you and Ghost on opposite teams. Competitiveness was a major part of your relationship, after all. So there you were, everyone except for you and Simon had been eliminated and were now watching via your body cams. And since they were feeling extra funny, they linked your comms so you could talk while hunting each other down.

“Why don’t you just surrender, sweetheart?” You scoffed, your gaze sweeping the room before you pressed yourself against the wall next to the door. “Why don’t you just stop breathing, babe?” You could hear Simon chuckle through the comms, a smile tugging at your own lips. “We both know you don’t actually want that. Who would make you see stars each night if I were to die?” He was right, of course, but this was all in good fun, right? “I know Johnny would love a taste, isn’t that right, Sergeant?”

A low growl reached your ears, and you knew you had Simon right where you wanted him. Or at least you thought so. “Well, if that’s the case, the new receptionist asked me if I was single, maybe I’ll just-” “Don’t you bloody dare, Riley!” Once again, he chuckled, driving you crazy. “Got you now, darling.”

Realizing that you had just given away your position, you started running. While Simon had more training than you and was much stronger, you were quicker and quieter, something which had often come in handy. As you made your way through the simulated building, you searched for a hiding spot and a distraction. The latter came in the form of an empty can. You picked it up while running and placed it in a doorway before backtracking and hiding behind a cupboard. Within just a few moments, you spotted Simon, slowly moving toward you. Pulling out your silenced ‘fake’ pistol, you aimed at the can and shot, making Simon spin around as the noise caught his attention.

“I’m coming for you, love.” You chuckled quietly, watching him move away from you, his back to you. Aiming, you couldn’t help but retort. “Bring tacos, you fucking prick.” And with those words, you shot the paintball, hitting him in the back of his helmet. With a deep sigh, Simon confirmed that he had been killed, and Price flipped on the lights. Simon turned to look at you, just to find you giggling in your hiding spot. “Good one, lovie.” You grinned, as you watched him cross the distance between you two. “Thank you, dear. Not bad yourself.” The moment he was close enough, he pulled down his balaclava and pressed his lips to yours. A pleased hum escaped your lips, as Simon slowly deepened the kiss.

“Okay, I’ll turn off comms. We’ll debrief in 10.” With those very pained words from Price, you heard the telltale click in your ears and knew that you now had some privacy. “Bloody, finally.” Simon pulled away slightly, muttering those words before trailing kisses down your jaw to your neck. Your fingers found their way to his hair, gently scratching over his scalp, making him hum. But your mind wasn’t there.

“Si?” You got no response. “Simon?” He hummed but didn’t even try to stop, making you chuckle. “Simon Riley.” With a sigh, he pulled away, gazing into your eyes. “Yes, love?” He looked adorable, gazing down at you with pure love in his eyes. “Can we go get tacos after the debrief?” Now, it was his turn to chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief. “Of course. Anything for you, baby.”

A/N: Love some silly stuff. And I love you all!

[rinniessance]

READY, SET, GO ༊*·˚ - satoru gojo x cam girl f!reader x suguru geto

your roommates, satoru gojo and suguru geto, find you in a compromising position: legs spread, toys ready, camera recording. what do you do in this situation? you ask them to join, of course.

꒰ warnings: nsfw - mdni .ᐟ.ᐟ non-curse au. reader is a cam girl. threesome (mfm), everyone is kinda gross in this, unprotected sex, double penetration in one hole, kinda manipulation, slight degradation (they call you slut a lot), consensual filming. pure filth ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১ // word count: 1.8k ꒱ ꒰ notes: i have been possessed by a horny demon aaaa save me .ᐟ.ᐟ꒱

fuck, how did this happen? you were always so careful, double checking your schedules, triple checking theirs, making sure that yes, your roommates, gojo satoru and geto suguru, will be gone and away. because the situation you find yourself in right now is exactly what you were scared of the most: they should’ve been away, they were not supposed to be home until 3 hours later so you didn’t lock your door. you were laying on the bed, your camera positioned at your feet, capturing the perfect view of your spread legs and wet pussy as you lay against the headboard. you didn’t notice them coming back – which led you to not hold back your next cry of pleasure.

“yo, is everything good?” gojo asks as he knocks on your door. and because you are a dumb dumb whore who decided not to lock the door, it swings open.

gojo is met with the heavenly sight: his cute and quiet roommate impaled on a 10 inch dildo, wearing the skimpiest piece of cute pink lingerie, moaning and whimpering to hundreds of people online. the moment you meet his eyes, something akin to electricity and dread runs through your body. satoru is looking at you with wide eyes, panting like a dog. you want to stop, you have to stop, but you can see that he’s getting shamelessly hard, bulge in his grey sweatpants growing more prominent with each passing minute.

“satoru, what the fuck is goi- ?” geto stops mid-sentence as he observes the obscene scene in front of him: gojo looking like he’s two second away from fucking you right there and then, and you, little pretty doe caught in the headlights, looking between them, still pumping silicone cock in and out of you.

as you glance away from their scrutinizing eyes for a second, you realize something.

you’re still live-streaming.

how bad would it be to do what you’re thinking of doing next? pretty fucking bad.

but you have never been known to make good decisions.

“wanna join?”

gojo is moving towards you before you even finish the sentence. when he towers over you, he pulls the dildo out, making you whine.

“don’t worry, pretty, you won’t be needing it anymore. we will give you something much better to moan about,” satoru says as he trails his hand down, cupping your sex with his hand and shoving his fingers inside while the flat of his palm slowly grinds against your clit. you let out a pornographic moan, the type they always claim is fake, and immediately clench around him. gojo chuckles and licks your lips – not kissing you yet, wanting to see how much longer he can play with you before you start begging.

chat goes wild.

[y/nmegafan]: was this planned??

[hereforher]: there is no way this is not staged !!

[urmumlol]: who cares stfu it’s still hot af

“satoru, don’t be mean, you know the rules with the girls like her,” geto drawls as he nears the bed at your opposite side. girls like me? you’re beyond confused but satoru is pumping fingers at just the right angle, that all the logical thinking has long taken a walk.

“aw, common, let me have fun once in a while.”

“please, satoru, don’t be a child. you know the consequences of your fun, i don’t know if i want that with someone we live.”

somehow, you felt offended at their insinuation you cannot handle their definition of fun. are they not seeing what you do for the living?

“i’m pretty sure i can take whatever you think fun is.”

geto throws a quick smile to gojo.

gotcha.

“well, since you asked so nicely, sweetheart. how about we put on a real show?” suguru says to the camera and nods to satoru. white haired man strips of his clothes in record time, and lays down on the bed, dragging you down to lay on top of his chest.

“how nice of you, you kept this cunt all warm and ready for us, heh?” gojo is mocking you from behind. you can only whine as you heavy breathe in anticipation: the tip of his cock is playing with you entrance, taunting your hole as it clenches around nothing.

“shut up and put it in.”

all of a sudden, geto is squeezing your cheeks and looks directly into your eyes.

“nuh-uh, you don’t tell us what to do now. we fuck how we want to fuck you.”

satoru hooks your legs over his arms and spreads them apart while suguru takes his friend’s cock in his hand and starts pumping it slowly, beads of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. geto runs his finger across the slit, spreading the dripping fluid to the base of gojo’s dick.

“you better be ready, pretty girl.”

geto positions gojo’s length against your weeping entrance and satoru thrusts all the way in. he fills you in one hard stroke, stretch wide and painful, even after you already fucked yourself with the toy. you couldn’t see gojo’s dick from your position but by the way it immediately bruises your cervix is enough to tell you how big he is. you mewl pathetically and try to grab onto something but suguru takes your hands in his instead. almost as if out of thin air, he’s holding your underwear.

“hands are a distraction.”

he ties your hands and pushes them above your and satoru’s heads as gojo sets a brutal pace – his hips are fucking in and out of you, frustratingly hitting your gummy spot every single time, making you scrunch your eyes and nose. his arms are snaked around your waist and boobs to keep you in place while using your leaking cunny however he wants. his thick tip is kissing your bundle of nerves, sending shivers all over your body – you can feel the tingling all the way in your fingertips and toes.

raven-haired man positions himself above you and satoru, taking off his pants and underwear and dropping them somewhere by the bed. you’re delirious from how gojo is rutting into you, calculated strokes of hips, so you don’t notice when geto is sliding his cock between your folds, massaging your throbbing clit with his tip. the sudden metal feel on your skin lights up your nerves with the delicious realization – geto has a king’s crown piercing.

“yeah, i thought you’d like that. acting all innocent when we’re around but this is what you actually do in your free time? disgusting.”

your cunt tightens around satoru’s cock at the words, making him chuckle.

“shit, you should’ve felt the way she just clenched around me. dirty slut likes it.”

geto slaps your clit with his cockhead, making you tremble; his piercing putting just enough additional stimulation, it starts sending you over the edge. gojo continues moving his hips but you can feel that he is losing his rhythm.

“shit, don’t know if i can hold on any longer.”

“that’s okay, i’ll fuck her hard enough for both of us.”

suguru continues giving you the pussy job, moving his leaking cock up and down in between your folds, playing with your sensitive nub with his tip, slapping it slightly just as satoru hits your special spot extra hard. gojo is panting and whining in your ear, scrunching his eyes as he spills his seed into you, milky spurts of cum painting your walls white.

“fuu-ck, ngghh, she feels so fucking good. such a good cunt,” satoru mumbles in a feverish pleasure. he keeps up the pace, fucking his cum back into you, making sure every last drop stays. geto is still playing with your clit, slow and purposeful circles, finally taking you over the edge.

the orgasm washes over you in waves, like a tsunami, it’s anticipated – yet you’re still drowning in it. your mouth hangs open, drool escaping the corners of it, and you shake in gojo’s arms. he pinches one of your nipples and you let out a painful moan, trying to squirm away. he’s still pulsating inside you, and the second wave of ecstasy makes your toes curl, fingernails digging into your own palms.

it’s repulsive how quickly they made you feel this good.

“common, give us one more.”

as you’re about to protest, satoru spreads your legs again, this time even wider, which allows suguru to start pushing in.

“no, no, satoru’s still inside me, it’s too much nnnggg!” you whine but neither of them are listening. gojo quickly shoves his fingers into your mouth, making you gag around them. you're left nothing but to obediently suck on them, making yourself drool.

“we told you we’ll fuck you however we want, didn’t we?”

your cunt obediently stretches out to accommodate geto’s thick cock. gojo moans behind you as he feels his best friend slide into the tight heat next to him – he’s sensitive from his orgasm, and contact with geto sends him into overstimulation.

you close your eyes as your tiny pussy is being deliciously torn by your roommates’ cocks. suguru buries himself all the way in one harsh stroke before starting to slide in and out of your sloppy pussy. the wet sounds of the mixed fluids, your and satoru’s cum leaking out of your abused hole, makes your cheeks burn yet it’s impossible to feel shame right now. god, it’s impossible to think when it feels this good.

satoru’s slender finger circles around your clit, glistening pearl beginning for attention. you whimper and whine at the added stimulation, and it’s all too much – your body not recovered fully from your previous orgasm ��� as it’s rushing towards another ecstatic relief. suguru keeps up his bruising pace, making satoru start moving his hips too as he’s hardening up again.

two men find the perfect rhythm almost immediately – it makes you think how many time they have done this before. while suguru is pushing in, satoru is pushing out and it almost feels like they are tearing you at the seams – and you’re thankful for it. gojo’s still rubbing your clit and geto’s cock is reaching all the right spots: when his piercing hits your spongy nerve bundles just at the right angle, your body is giving in. your shaking form is fully visible to camera, orgasm washing off you and making you tremble in satoru’s hold. both men cum in unison with you, and it’s vulgar and indecent, the concoction that they keep fucking in and out of your abused cunt.

the mix of your cum is dripping down your thighs, down satoru’s dick and his balls. the squelching sounds bounce around the room, and you’re shocked you can still feel shame. mixed fluids stick to your thighs as satoru moves you around, and you know the bedsheets are a total mess. god, you’re so tired, you just want to go to sleep now.

“hey hey, don’t go falling asleep on us now. it’s time for take 2.”

[poisonedprose]

I just got this thought but how do you think Simon would react if his gf had an only fans🤭🤭🤭

₊˚✧ cam girl — in which simon reacts to you filming for your only fans

simon 'ghost' riley x pornstar!fem!reader

warnings: 0.5k words, smut, pwp, f!mastubation, f!nipple piercings, voyeurism, exhibitionism,

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You had mentioned vaguely to Simon about your job. You never went in too much detail, only saying that it's an online, stay at home job. He never took your inexplicable answer to heart, he was the same way when you asked about his job. He enjoyed the simplicity of not stressing over telling each other every single thing and with him barely being home he'd never caught you doing your job.

Well, that was until today. He was laying in bed, reading a book that he's been meaning to read since however long ago when you asked if it was alright if you got some work done. He, of course, was blissfully unaware of what was about to happen and happily gave you permission, promising it wouldn't distract him. 

As he promised, he wasn't distracted by you. He didn't notice as you set up a camera, placed a few pillows on the floor, dug into the box he stored all of the toys he loved to use on you, and took your clothes off, being left in a matching lingerie set. Your cold. metal nipple piercings shining through the mesh of the lingerie. You felt nervous as you sat on the floor, in front of the camera. You'd never filmed any videos with a live audience before, especially with an audience as enticing as Simon was.

Ghost looked up from his book, shooting you a quick glance before returning to reading. His eyes widen and his head shoots up again, his pupils dilating when he sees you in front of the camera with barely anything on. He watched with intent eyes as you turned the camera on. He closed his book and put it on the bed. He slowly sat up, breaking his promise of not getting distracted.

You felt his eyes glaring into you, nervous butterflies bubbling in your stomach as you trail your hand down your body. You rub your clothed clit, exaggerating a moan. Simon's eyes practically bulge out of his head. He would have never guessed your online, stay at home job was porn. His face flashed with jealousy, he envied the men who sat at their computers and watched you perform for them. 

But another part of him was just totally and utterly aroused. The fact that these strangers on the internet got to see you pleasure yourself did something to him that he couldn't explain. He should hate the fact that anyone other than him got to see you in your most intimate moments, but for some reason, all it did was create a huge tent in his pants. 

He looked back at you and watched the plush of your thighs as you rode one of the pillows. The bulge in his pants and the look in his eyes only grew with lust with each passing moment. Your high-pitched, pornographic moans were symphonic. He groaned lowly and ran a hand over his erection, softly palming himself to release any of the tension you were giving him.

He didn't even have time to process what you were doing before you were pushing your panties to the side and pushing the vibrator against your swollen clit. Your nerves seem to calm when you see he finds pleasure in this. His intent eyes only urged you more. Your fake moans were becoming more and more real. He only wished he knew about this sooner, maybe your videos could keep him from becoming lonely when he was deployed. 

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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍: Toys w/ Roommate!Spencer Reid (ft. Camgirl!Reader)

a/n: I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVEEEEDDDDD writing for this concept like you have no idea like - i am genuinely thinking about making these two their own couple because i feel like they have so much potential.

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Spencer knew exactly what the package that he held in his shaky hands was. The packaging was anything but discreet, and there was also the fact that he knew what you did for a living.

Though your camming brought in a hefty amount of money, you didn't really buy a lot of things online unless they were special requests from your highest payers, or your paypigs — but those were a whole other can of worms.

You weren't secretive about your job nor did you ever shy away from it if it ever got brought up in a conversation. Maybe that's why Spencer liked living with you, because you were so carefree, either that be with your body or your sexuality. You were just so… confident. 

There was also because he had the fattest crush on you, and sometimes you'd exit your room with an apology already on the tip of your tongue just in case you were too loud. You always delivered these apologies with a knowing smirk though, especially after giving your flustered roommate a once-over.

You knew how men worked, they were simple creatures, really. No matter how different Spencer was, personality or intelligence wise, he had one thing in common with every other male on the planet: he has a dick, and most of the time — or in Spencer's case on some occasions — they think with them. 

You knew exactly what you were doing by leaving the package that contained your newest vibrating wand out for Spencer to see. You wanted him to bring it to you, and when he did — which you know he will — you'll give him an offer that you knew he wouldn't refuse.

"Hey, uh, ______?" Spencer called out as his knuckles knocked against the wood of your bedroom door. You smirked in excitement, loosening your robe around your chest so that your cleavage showed.

You opened the door with a faux innocent smile, "Yes, Spencie?" You asked sweetly. His eyes fell to the soft skin of your breasts, then allowing his gaze to travel behind you where his eyes settled on your phone raised on a tripod and the large lights pointed at your bed. 

The gulp that he swallowed could almost be considered cartoonish, and he prayed to whatever was out there that you didn't hear it; but you did, of course, and it only fueled the fire that raged in your gut for your genius roommate.

"This was um— was on the front porch and I figured you might need… it." His voice trailed off as he rambled nervously, his gaze not quite meeting your eyes. You pretended to be shocked. "Oh my goodness, It came in! I was worried there for a sec!" You reached out to grab it, allowing your fingers to skim the skin of his hand.

Your touch left a scorching burn behind, the man almost snatching his hand away from yours.

"I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to keep my promise to my followers." You said with a fake pout. "Well— I-I'm glad you're able to." He said heavily, his cock stirring awake in his pants at the idea. 

You gave him a once over before finally locking eyes with him. 

"I think you deserve a reward for bringing this to me…" You let the tips of your digits skim his chest teasingly. "A- a reward?" He all but squeaked. "Mhm." You nodded. "How about you come and try this out with me, hm? Put on a show for my fans." You offered with a bat of your eyelashes.

He found himself nodding like a lunatic, "Yeah! Yeah, okay." 

This was such a bad idea and Spencer knew it. He was a federal agent for God sake! And he was about to have his naked body — his dick! On the internet; but if he was doing it with you… it didn't seem all that bad.

And all that bad it definitely was not.

You were laid on your back, Spencer hovering over your upper body with the wand settled on your clit. Your loud moans and whines were swallowed by his lips, though the loud wet squelching from between your legs was emphasized by the heavy vibrations stimulating it.

Today, you were doing a faceless cam for Spencer's comfort, and most of your subscribers were turned on by the anonymity, even some female and male viewers gawking and commenting about how hot Spencer and you were together.

"You— you see that baby?" You manage to stutter through the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You forced him to turn his head and look at what the viewers were saying about him.

"They think you're so pretty, honey." You cooed, your fingers running themselves through his hair. He whimpered at your praise and the others, his face turning an adorable rosy pink.

"Aw! You're making him shy, you guys!" You whimpered out, hips jumping off the mattress as Spencer pressed the toy harder against your bundle of nerves. "Ah— fuck!" You cried out, your back arching.

"'M not shy." He said with a pout. 

He took vengeance on you by running the toy up and down your cunt, occasionally hovering over your entrance before solely focusing on your clit once again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" There were tears streaming down your face as you attempted to ride the toy, your plush thighs quivering and clenching around Spencer's arm. 

Whenever you attempted to close your legs, he would only spread them open again.

"Don't wanna disappoint your fans now do we, Angel? Not when they've been so nice to you." Nice meaning the fuck-load of money that's been getting repeatedly transfered to your bank account. 

"No… no! 'Don't wanna…" You mewled.

"Good girl." He whispered and placed a deep kiss on your lips.

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THE FIRST TIME - prologue

🎀 stalker!könig x cam girl!reader tags: 18+ (no explicit smut in this one, but there's mention of tits and dicks so be warned), voyeurism, (online) stalking, reader is a cam girl & könig is insane :)

The first time König saw you he felt like the world stopped turning. Like every single person around him just stopped moving altogether. He never believed in love at first sight, never liked any of that romantic crap, never cared for anyone that way. 

But then he saw you. You looked so beautiful, just standing there, browsing through the indie section at the run-down vinyl store in the city. He barely ever went there, but he picked up cigarettes from the kiosk across the street and had some more time on his hands, so he trailed inside the small store. 

He immediately pressed his body into a corner of the store, absentmindedly letting his fingers skim through vinyls he couldn’t give less of a shit about. Instead, he stole glances at you. He noted the way your beautiful hair was swept over one shoulder and fanned out over your back. The way your dazzling eyes never left the rows and rows of old and dusty vinyls. The way a broad smile stretched across your lips when you found what you were looking for all this time and an excited little laugh left your pouty mouth. 

He could have melted on the spot right then and there. It only took one look, and he knew he could never forget about you, never want another. 

When you left the store, he waited before following you. Even though his tall statue was a sight to behold, his military training allowed him to blend in, to know how to follow someone without arousing suspicion. 

He needed to know more about you - something, anything. So, eventually, he ended up at your house, staring at you through the window. He tried to take in as much as he could, any crumbs of information to know more about you. 

That evening, when he arrived at his place, he immediately began to work behind his laptop. He scoured local Facebook groups, looked through social media profiles, and even retraced your address in hopes of finding you. And so he did, after painstaking research your name was right there. A satisfied smile grew on his lips as he finally skimmed through your social media accounts. He took his research very seriously, finding old pictures, friends, and family in the process.  

Till he found an account with your face under an obviously fake name. 

He couldn’t believe his eyes, there you were, your sweet face, with those beautiful eyes and those sinful lips. You stared back at him, a smile on your face, your hands gently wrapped around your barely covered tits. You were wearing a stunning bra, just straps of leather that could barely cover your nipples. 

It felt like he was gaping at his laptop screen for hours, his growing cock straining painfully against his pants. And then he got into motion, the next half an hour spent discovering your cute little alter ego, the social media and OnlyFans accounts to promote yourself online and the star of the show, your account on a sleazy cam girl website. 

He was so incredibly excited, so needy, and desperate to see you. A message in all caps on your profile read ‘online every day at 8 pm’. His heart hammered in his chest, 1 more hour and he would see you. See how you would undress for him and touch yourself for him.  

He tightened his hands into fists, hunger racing through his veins. He could barely fucking think straight, his cock aching with desire. But he couldn’t do it, he wanted to save himself for you. He wanted to cum only when he could see you, you deserved it - his full commitment, because you were the only thing that mattered now.

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cowboy like me

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: In a crowded honky-tonk bar, Amelie seeks distraction in the chaos of music and strangers. But as the night unfolds and old habits resurface, she's forced to confront feelings she's been running from for far too long.

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Warnings: none

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November 23rd, 2020 - Indianapolis, IN

Amelie let out a breathy laugh as the crowd around her swayed to the beat of the country music blasting through the speakers. The honky-tonk was packed, dimly lit with neon lights reflecting off the wooden floors, and the air smelled like cheap beer and whiskey.

She shouldn't even be here — her fake ID was tucked safely in her back pocket, and part of her knew if Callum found out, she'd be dead. But she needed this. The distraction. The chaos. The feeling of being young and reckless.

Her Stranger Things castmates, Joe, Maya, and Natalia, were somewhere in the crowd, but Amelie was already a couple shots deep, feeling the warmth of the alcohol buzzing through her veins.

She laughed as some guy — tall, dark hair, southern accent — pulled her onto the dance floor. He was cute. Not Lando cute, but enough to make her feel wanted. And Amelie loved attention. She craved it, especially when her mind was too loud and her chest felt too heavy.

—You always dance like this, or are you just trying to impress me?— the guy teased, his hands finding her waist as they moved to the music.

Amelie smirked, eyes dark with mischief. —Maybe I'm trying to impress myself.—

—Damn, baby, you're dangerous,— the guy chuckled, leaning closer, the smell of whiskey on his breath.

Amelie tilted her head back, laughing, her body moving effortlessly against his. The music pulsed through her veins, and for a moment, she felt free. She felt like the version of herself she used to be before... before everything. Before him.

Lando.

She shoved the thought away and let her fingers trail up the guy's arm, her lips dangerously close to his. She could feel his breath against her skin, her heart pounding in her chest as the space between them disappeared.

This is what she did. She flirted. She kissed strangers. She let them touch her because it made her forget. And for the past year, she'd been doing it to forget the one person she couldn't have.

But this time... she hesitated.

Her lips hovered just inches from the guy’s, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel his hand tighten on her waist, pulling her closer, and yet... something inside her screamed to stop.

Lando.

The memory of him flooded her mind — the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, how he’d stayed up with her for hours on FaceTime when she couldn’t sleep, how he held her when her anxiety spiraled and no one else could reach her. The way he kissed her — slow, tender, like she was something fragile and precious.

Her heart clenched.

She’d kissed so many people since Cam. She’d hooked up with guys in crowded bathrooms, in dark corners of clubs, in the back of cars. It never mattered. It never meant anything. It was just a distraction. A way to feel something other than the ache that had lived inside her chest since the night she lost Cam.

But this felt different.

Lando was different.

And suddenly, kissing this guy felt... wrong.

Amelie blinked, pulling back slightly, her hand resting on the guy’s chest to create distance. —I... I can't.—

The guy raised a brow, clearly confused. —You okay?—

Amelie forced a smile, her head spinning. —Yeah, I just... I have a boyfriend.—

The lie slipped out effortlessly, and for a moment, it felt almost true.

The guy let out a breathy laugh, stepping back. —Damn. Guess I should’ve asked before trying to kiss you, huh?—

Amelie chuckled awkwardly, stepping further away. —Yeah, guess so.—

Her heart was pounding, but not from the alcohol or the adrenaline of dancing. It was something deeper, something she didn’t fully understand yet.

As the guy gave her a casual nod and disappeared into the crowd, Amelie stood there, feeling the weight of her own confusion settle heavily on her chest.

What the fuck was that?

This wasn’t her. She never backed off. Not since Cam. Not since she’d learned how to numb herself with meaningless touches and empty kisses. It was easier that way. No feelings. No attachments. No heartbreak.

But Lando.

Lando, with his stupid curly hair and that ridiculous British accent. Lando, who made her laugh when she didn’t want to. Who saw her when no one else did. Who never asked for more, even when she could tell he wanted to.

Her head was spinning as she stumbled off the dance floor and made her way toward the bar. Joe caught her eye from across the room and gave her a questioning look, but she waved him off. She couldn’t explain this right now.

Amelie ordered a whiskey sour and downed half of it in one go, hoping the burn would drown out the ache in her chest.

Why the fuck did she back off?

Because you feel something for him.

The thought hit her like a freight train, and she almost laughed at how pathetic she was.

It was just sex. It had always been just sex. She didn’t do feelings. Not after Cam. Not after everything.

But with Lando...

It was never just sex, was it?

She thought about how he always looked at her like she was something more. Like she was worth something more.

And maybe that scared her more than anything.

Because if she let herself feel this... if she let herself love him...

He could break her.

Just like Cam did.

Just like everyone else did.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket, snapping her out of her spiraling thoughts.

Lando.

Lan: Hey, trouble. What are you doing?

Her heart skipped a beat, and she hated how easily he affected her.

Ames: Getting drunk in a honky-tonk bar with Joe and Maya. Don’t judge me

Three little dots appeared, and she found herself holding her breath.

Lan: Wish I was there. Would love to see you in cowboy boots.

She smiled despite herself.

Ames: Don’t think you could handle it, Norris. Lan: Try me, princess.

Her stomach flipped.

God, she was so screwed.

Amelie closed her eyes and leaned against the bar, her head spinning for an entirely different reason now.

She didn’t want to lose him. But she didn’t know how to let herself love him either.

Because Lando wasn’t just a distraction. He wasn’t just some guy she could hook up with and forget about the next day.

He was Lando.

And maybe, just maybe...

He was the only person who could put her back together.

[ll7esxs]

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶ 𝐊𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫 (yeah im a writer just wait for my exams to be done and i will be unstoppable🙏🏻yall will be spoiled)

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓

IDC i see him as a twitch streamer if he isn't in the military

this dude is locked in in games that he played like no joke

"SHUT UP im not a hacker" that what he would see in his chat while playing shooting game and be winning everytime

i feel like his chat is sassy with him and like to tease him and provoke him but like hell he would care to them

he is that dude that has no idea how he got famous (it's clear)

THIS MAN WOULD STARE AT THE SCREEN BLANKLY IF HE GET THE BEST TWITCH STREAMER AWARD

then he would turn his head smoothly at his chat typing aggressively 'what the fuck! dude you won!!'

then he say "what is that suppose to mean..." trailing off looking at his chat STARING BLANKLY

and the next day he will keep streaming like nothing happened

he won't mod anyone in his chat not a single person idk why but i see him

and his chat be begging for it

"shut up Kicko_left_nipple im not gonna mod ya"

he is that kind that say "yeah ban this dude" "ban whoever said that" "let's get {user} banned on every social media to have ever existed back and forward" help this is caseoh coded

he would be pissed off if someone actually tricked him by some kind of moves in games and it turned out to be fake

lets get into emotions...

first off he would chuckle this dark and short one if the chat type something funny or bully him

like this man will just sit on his chair comfortably smirking at his chat slightly loving how some people got this nerve to bully him

or...write 'juicy' confessions...

like the first time happened to him he is eyes widened at this message in his chat saying how she want him to dominate the shit out of her till the morning and more and more

like he was playing peacefully and yapping with smile then his eyes falls on his chat and he wish he didn't

HIS SMILE DROPPED WITH WIDENED EYES looking at his chat especially the message "..."

and chat be typing 'WHAT IS WRONG WITH DUDE!' 'LMAO'

"....yeah good stream chat..."

and boom the stream turned off

then after he get famous he will get like a lot and will shrug them off not caring because this loser doesnt know how to reply to them

"so you're in yalls basements simping over me? ok good" he's not complaining

mf will get shocked if he gets one from boys bye

he is that type of gamer that if a sad scene showed up like everyone cried over it he would just look at his screen blankly not a single emotion showing

while his chat is crying

and when the sad scene ended he keep staring at his screen blankly then continue playing like nothing happened

oh lord i can imagine him looking so good with his clothes imagine the black top on him reflecting every damn muscle he has? drooling

his hand is so big while his face has these sharp features HELLO with his eyes skjdhflzsiudhgfiluseghl

fan fact kick has amber eyes fight me

with his black hair fight me (he's bald XD)

like this dude is so pretty but we cant see that enough

anyway heading to the emotions one will he get angry if he lose?

no but if the game is too hard for him he will complain so bad like

"NAH GET THIS GAME BANNED ON EVERY UNIVERSE WHAT IS THIS??" he said while pointing at his screen angrily

dont let this dude play elden ring oh no

unfortunately he did and played and this dude was pissed at the fact he lost with the same boss 23434 times

then he had enough as he lost for the 43439th time again

this dude would chuckle sarcastically "wow haha" then he would change his mood with anger as he hit his hard fist on the desk breaking the cam

"GOOD STREAM CHAT" he would yell

not gonna lie but he would block merrick and ghosts fellas like he feel embarrassed a bit and shy that his fellas see him gaining money from streaming :(

but since logan is a mute character he would forget abt him and he didn't block him so logan would tease him and suddenly appear in his chat with 'logan-walker' user typing and sayin yo and typing in his chat like he is on of his followers

KICK WOULD SWALLOW HIS THROAT AS HE SAW HIS USER AND CONTINUE PLAYING

"so...heading to the next mission yeah.."

LOGAN WOULD WATCH WITH A SMIRK

like he would think how this quite kid had an interest in these stuffs like him

would he show his gf?uhm..at first he wasnt sure tbh

once he decided to do some fun things trying to talk with strangers on omegle then he met a fan girl

"omg kick is that you??!" she would slightly scream as she saw him in front of her on her screen

"in the flesh" he would say simply with a smile resting on the back of his chair comfortably

"oh my god!! can we you know...f***?" remember we listen and we don't judge 🙏🏻

the fucker has the nerve to chuckle at her shamelessly

"nah sorry we can't i have a girlfriend" he would say still resting on his chair

THE GIRL WOULD BE SAD

would he simp over female characters? yeah like his fav mortal kombat character is sonya whenever she shows up he say "yeah step on me"

be cautious spicy down there

this mf would wear short sleeves top showing his muscle arms especially above the elbow...

he would be such an ass and groan as he show them pretending to be tired from gaming

hadn't any idea that he killed people by that

ok bye this got so long

[aztarion]

BITE with a side of freakyyy for Sol/Julian please

[ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting

blood & slightly nsfw

Night Byte

April 2001

The Geo Tracker’s headlights cut through the dust and dark in this lonely patch of the Sonoran, illuminating rows of water bottles glinting like teeth.

Sol leans against the tailgate, stock still, staring listlessly over the labels. Julian crouches nearby, wiring a GPS tracker into a bottle cap. “Come on,” he says, flicking a minuscule circuit board. “Think of it as… community service. Reremouse gets his midnight snack; us, the kine and the Cam don’t get a starving Nosferatu rampaging through SoCal. Everybody wins.” Sol kicks sand at him. “Fuck you. Fuck this stupid fucking country and fuck the Camarilla. Thirty years ago these were my parents. These people are my people.” “Our people,” Julian corrects, standing. He's wearing a Save the Bees! t-shirt, his smile all easy frat boy charm, but Sol can clock that it’s forced, fake as fuck. Fake as hers when a group spots their Humanitarian Aid vests glowing on the trail and slump over in relief, and Sol launches into fluid, fangless, friendly Spanish. She just scowls. “Well, kind of,” he continues. “Exploited labor solidarity. Half my family’s from Johor.” He pops his collar and tosses her a bottle. “Here—hold this. Gotta test the tracker.” Sol catches it and reluctantly turns to move toward him. He takes her wrist, pressing her palm flush to the bottle, puppeting it back and forth. “Perfect. Blinks red when it’s moved. We can keep an eye on—” Sol slams him against the Geo, bottle crunching under her boot. Her eyes fleck with amber, fangs peeking. “You don’t think this is sick?” Julian’s smirk doesn’t waver. “I think you’re hot when you’re pissed.” He tilts his head like a cocky little shit, exposing the white of his throat, watching her mouth twitch. “Do it. Bite me.” She glares. Something coils low in her belly; wants to growl. “Do it,” he taunts. She lunges—but he’s ready. Julian blurs behind her, arms clamping around her waist, swinging her off the ground. She kicks her legs back, but he’s laughing, warm and low and annoyingly unfazed. “Tsk, Solona. Play nice.” She elbows him right in the throat and they hit the dirt, a tangle of limbs and curses. Julian pins her, knees straddling her hips. “Yield, sweet Childe of mine,” he demands, theatrically deep, playful; he’s still grinning, but it’s plain to see she’s coaxed his own fangs out with that last stunt. Sol huffs, or snarls, or tries to—but she’s starting to laugh a little. Progress. Julian’s grin softens, then his lips press to hers. It’s too messy to be anything calming—mostly teeth now that both their fangs are in the way. Sol bites down on his lip, sucking blood, and he groans, grinding reflexively against her leg. “Fuck,” he rasps, pulling back. “Nasty little—” She holds his gaze as she licks his vitae off her fangs. Julian makes a noise. He kisses her again, softer this time, fingers threading through her thick mess of hair. The desert wind howls like something forsaken through skeletal saguaro, but all Sol hears is the rush in her ears as the Blood begins to rouse; flushing beneath her skin, beating behind her ribs, pooling between her thighs. When he breaks away, his lips are swollen, glistening red, pupils blown. “Give me some time,” Julian murmurs. “You and me, Sol. No more Camarilla bullshit. Promise.”

[praxidice-carcajou]

Cryptid of the Day!

The Fresno Nightcrawlers:

Ahh of course we have to talk about the Fresno nightcrawlers, they are my favorite spooky pairs of pants after all! These funky guys are just that; funky. In fact, I’d even argue that these guys are the very definition of funky, perhaps even the funkiest of them all. Keep in mind that later on I will be getting into some weird shit, but there is little as biologically bizarre as whatever’s going on with these guys. Now, this cryptid was brought to the media in the form of blurry CCTV footage, leaving us to gather little on its appearance. Nonetheless , years passed after the blurry video footage was posted and we actually ended up with a couple of supposed sightings that basically described them as exactly what we had assumed them to be in the footage. So for appearances, let’s just imagine a stump with legs. Let me tell you, these guys never missed leg day, not once. They have an itty bitty upper body with little features, some stating that they have round tops and wide eyes, but otherwise devoid of a face. The rest of their body is just legs, lanky, white/grey legs.

“THEY TRIED TO PUT ME ON THE COVER OF VOGUE, BUT MY LEGS WERE TOOOOO LOOOOOONG.” A 100% real Fresno nightcrawler quote. Totally.

The tea:

Of course, these guys were first spotted in Fresno, California, strutting their award winning legs out on some random guys lawn. This was where the infamous ‘Fresno nightcrawler’ footage came from! Later on, they were also spotted on a trail cam in Yosemite, national park, where the ‘mysterious’ corpse of a deer was found near by. I don’t know about you, but I would pay see how the hell these guys supposedly killed this deer. Seriously, did they crush its head in with their thighs?? Can you imagine taking a walk in the woods, everything is nice and serene and then BOOM! BUFF LEGS JUMP YOU AND SMASH YOUR SKULL IN WITH THEIR THIGHS! They’re was also a few sightings around the world, specifically in Poland and Montana. The were never described as violent, more like they were just vibing!

Considering the incredibly unrealistic chances of long term survival for an arm less, slow, bright white creature, many doubt these guys are anything more but a pair of pants on a string. That’s boring though, so more fun theories range from categorizing these guys as alien life showing off their thighs to the planet Earth, advanced species of fungi, deformed monkeys, or perhaps even a new, undiscovered type of animal!

Where to find in other forms of media:

Fact or faked Actually did an episode on these guys, declaring their famous video to be impossible to prove OR disprove!

They have a variant that can be found in ‘Singing Monsters!’

Credit to Cryptid Wiki and curious archive for information!

[this-is-where-i-hide-my-bullshit]

Ai has gone so far downhill.

It should have stopped at generating funny trail cam pictures and silly fake magazine articles but noooooo, now we have the technology to create deep fakes of trump sucking off Vladimir putin. The world didn't need this. The world would be better off without this.

[galaxy-of-me]

i thought i made this post before but i can’t find it so.

midotaka among us hcs! (yes seriously. in the year of our lord and saviour 2024. i love among us)

as crew, takao is a cams camper. he’s got eyes everywhere

alternatively, he’ll just trail someone to do tasks together/figure out if they’re faking tasks (usually shin-chan)

crewdorima tends to wander off alone and finish all his tasks as fast as possible

THE imposter duo, if they happen to get imposter together it’s almost certain they’ll win

if only one of them gets imposter, the other catches on real fast (do the others believe them at first? no 😭)

eventually, everyone else starts to catch on to this trend and it gets more difficult for them to go completely under the radar of suspicion

they’re absolutely maxed out on charisma points when accusing someone else together

if we’re talking modded (town of us), either of them getting executioner on the other is almost an immediate game over

takao gets jester one round and makes it completely obvious to midorima, who is absolutely fuming knowing he can’t do anything

jester takao vs. imposter midorima is the most brutal standoff in miracle (& friends) game night history

[sweetsova]

Polaris - Cyberowl Oneshot

sova x cypher | melancholy fluff? (forgot the real term lol) | oneshot 543 words warnings: mention of family death

We resemble each other We live holding the same memories I’m happy that it’s you Among those numerous connections Among those numerous people [Polaris - Dreamcatcher]

It was early. Not as early as it could have been, but still more early than Sasha have liked. He reached over to his bedside table to silence the alarm chirping from his communicator - his head not appreciating the shrill sound.

He sighed with relief as the alarm was silenced and drooped back into the mattress, returning his arm to Amir's waist.

His thick curls were spread out against Sasha's bicep where his head lay, slightly obscuring his eyes. Sasha brushes the locks out of the way before leaning in to kiss his eyelids.

Amir grunts and rearranges, still deep asleep. This wasn't unusual - Amir didn't sleep very often, but when he did he slept hard. Many times he'd be awoken at the last minute to make it on time to missions, much to Brimstone's irritation.

No one could blame him though, the overwhelming role of information master was a mind-breaking and entirely consuming position. To know and curate and protect and hide the information of everyone you knew, loved, and fought beside was psychologically agonising.

Sasha began trailing kisses down Amir's face, peppering gentle kisses down his nose and cheeks and lips until he slowly began to stir.

"Amir, I know you're awake now." Sasha teases, smiling at the (weak) attempt to fake being sleep.

"No." Amir nearly croaks back, voice rough from sleeping.

"Yes. I need to go soon." Amir grunts at Sasha's words, tightening his hold on Sasha's waist.

It would take another 10 minutes of kisses and persuading until Amir would finally let up his hold on Sasha.

As always, Amir left the room first, triple checking his cams before heading out to ensure he wouldn't be seen. Sasha knew that he'd spend the first few minutes back at his desk erasing and doctoring the footage to guarantee his tracks were covered.

It always hit him in a tender spot to be Amir's secret, but he'd made peace with it. Amir was a paranoid man - no one with the compulsion to install cameras in every possible corner wasn't. His past losses had shattered his spirit in a way that Sasha hadn't felt before.

Sure, Sasha had felt his share of heartache and trauma, but he'd never lost his deepest love before - let alone a child.

It was the topic of several arguments between the pair, but it boiled down to this - Amir is scared of losing the people he loves. Amir loves Sasha. Amir worries that if someone on the other side were to find out about him and Sasha, that Sasha would become a target.

He would not lose Sasha.

Though there was guilt and sadness on both ends about the cover-up, they'd both agreed long ago that this is how it would be. Amir would keep Sasha safe. Sasha would keep Amir happy.

Sasha stood and began dressing for the mission, physically and mentally preparing to fight for his life and ability to come home to Amir.

It wasn't ideal for either of them, but it was theirs. It was their little slice of reality that they'd claimed to hold and to share and to cherish. It was a piece of the world that was only for them.

Among the numerous people and connections, they were together.

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AN: first fic back to writing in about 5? maybe 6 years! very rusty and wanted to kinda dust off the writing skills w this short one lol - hope you enjoyed :)

sorry for any/all grammar or spelling errors, it was written all in one sleep deprived writing session at like 2am <3

[lizardsfromspace]

Unfortunately Fearsome #2 will come out tomorrow night at this time instead of tonight due to unforeseen circumstances (I had a headache and took a nap which fixed my headache but meant I ran out of time 2day)

This one will be much more rewritten compared to #1, which really only had a few new scenes, some minor changes here and there (namely delaying some character intros until #2), and I deleted the prologue, which I thought was a fun subversion of the "horror story starts with a doomed character" cliche, but which I cut because, well, it was still a horror story starting with a minor character we never see again. It also created timeline confusion bc the prologue takes place during Chapters Three, Four, and Five, but isn't obviously a in-media-res thing (once upon a time, Fearsome started with an in-media-res cut to the final scene before flashing back; I don't know why, given I hate those kinds of opening and think they're cheap). One detail in it also made it obvious a certain character was a werewolf too early

Here's the original prologue for reference

The only noises in the forest were the howls of the creature, echoing up through the dense, dark thicket of trees.

“I’ve got it,” Garrett said, his beard catching in the moonlight. “You thought you were real big, calling my trail cam pics fake, but I’ve got it.”

“Like I told you, I’ll believe it when I’ve got it in front of me,” Jack let Garrett lead the way, holding his rifle low; Garrett held his up, ready for…something.

“Right around the corner,” and Jack could barely hear Garrett over its moans and whimpers; bestial, but like not quite any beast he’d heard before, and with a strange, affecting edge to it…

There was some kind of canid in Garrett’s trap – coyote or wolf, Jack couldn’t say; as he got closer, he could see -

“Get a load of the size of this thing,” Garrett said.

It was canine, but bigger than any coyote Jack had ever seen. “Wolf?”

“No, Einstein, it’s a little old lady’s poodle.” He snorted. “They shouldn’t be comin’ this far south. They’ve gotta be the ones eating our deer.”

“That’s what wolves do, last time I checked.”

“That’s what wolves did before we killed ‘em all. As for this one -” Garrett checked his gun.

“H-hey, what d’you think you’re doing? It’s not wolf-hunting season. The state will be all over -”

“The state wouldn’t do a damn thing if that thing was tearing you apart.” He swung his rifle over, aimed, twitched his finger -

In one motion the wolf rose up on two legs -

“The hell?”

- howled, wrestled for the gun, swiped a paw through the air, claws shining in the moonlight -

- the pieces of the gun flew around Garrett -

- screamed, ran -

“Garr? GARRETT!?” Jack yelled, but he was already gone. “Oh, god, oh -” He turned back around.

The wolf was free.

And its jaws, its sharp, wet, fangs, hovered inches from his face.

He glanced around, at anything, anything but that. There were now dark shapes between the trees. Dark shapes that growled and hissed.

He cowered, burying himself in his arms. Closed his eyes, and heard twigs break under approaching paws. He dared to open his eyes. Looked up at…

Several wolves. The one in front of him stood upright, the fur on its head streaked with green. It reached out a claw...he whimpered. Tears ran down his face. Please, no, I don’t want to -

It flicked his nose and…laughed. A guttural, throaty laugh. All the wolves joined in.

He kept cowering as they vanished into the trees, the only sounds his sobs and a distant, high howling.