#someONE HOLD ME CAUSE I'M GONNA SCREAM

[visionkept]

I'M BEING FED IN THE YEAR 2K24 ? ! Tomo ( fan ) content in h.oyofair ? This is not a drill and I'M SO DARN HAPPY 🥳 🥳 🥳

[savage-rhi]

I'm very much a, "fuck yeah and fuck you, I don't need validation! I'm me, cunts!" kinda fella, but sometimes I could use support.

[holeforzenin]

STEP BRO KATSUKI HELPING YOU <333

✦ Tw - Stepcest, dubcon, dumbification, anal play, heavy degradation and Bakugou is really really mean cause he's Bakugou duh, daddy kink, some bad grammar bc it's not proofread.

Word count - 2350

"Katsuki Katsuki! Holy fuck are you deaf or something?! I'm stuck!" you yelled at the top of your lungs as you tried your very best to wiggle yourself out from the washing machine opening. You can't even remember how you got yourself into this fucking mess, you were just trying to look and see if there were any more clothing pieces left behind because you've been noticing a few of your panties have gone missing the past few days and it kept getting worse and worse to the point where you barely have any left to wear, you assumed it's because you accidentally kept leaving them in the washing machine and now somehow you're fucking stuck.

Heavy substantial footsteps were heard loudly outside the room before the wooden door went flying open, causing the doorknob to hit against the wall, causing a loud bang!, "The fuck do you want, can't you see I'm tryna fucking play?", the annoyed blond growled at you.

"Shut up and get me the fuck out!", You yelled annoyed, while kicking your legs back to get his attention.

"Woah some mess you got yourself into, sweetheart" he smirks slyly while analyzing the situation, staring down at your pretty ass poking out of the washing machine, barely even covered by those tight slutty shorts you always wore around the house that never failed to make his cock rock hard.

"Oh please, just shut up and get me out already", you kicked your feet back hoping that he was behind you so it would hit him. "I don't think that's how you speak to someone you're trying to get help from, princess".

You rolled your eyes at the annoying pet names he always calls you every fucking time but you've grown used to it by now but the constant teasing was so fucking annoying. "Listen are you going to help me or not?".

"That depends princess, are you gonna beg me to or not?" you wanted to punch him in the face so fucking badly, imagining the shit-eating grin he definitely has plastered on his face right now. "You're so fucking annoying! No way go to hell!" you yelled.

"Oh yeah? Is that so"

He chuckled as he bent down behind you, eyes fixated on the way the thin material hugged your ass cheeks so tightly and delicious. you're so vulnerable in this position, he could keep you there and pound your slutty little holes for hours and hours if he wants to—which is probably what he's gonna do anyways.

He pressed the pad of his thumb against your damped crotch, rubbing it slowly back and forth as he watched the way your body jolted unexpectedly.

"Wha-what are you doing! You sick fuck??" you screamed as you tried to wiggle your ass away from his hold. "Oh, come on princess, let's have some fun yeah? You might even like it" he teases before tugging down your tiny shorts, just to be greeted with your glistening dripping cunt. A string of your slick connects to the crotch of the shorts before snapping away as he pulls it down to your knee. He groaned as his eyes took in the delicious sight in front of him. "No panties? And you're fucking dripping, you probably planned this out and did this purposely just so I can come and see you like this, dirty fucking slut". he lands a harsh slap on your right ass cheek as you closed your eyes in embarrassment when you realized you're basically fucking exposed to him.

"Go to fucking hell you perv" You snapped back at him, "Oh yeah? I'm the perv?, I'm not the one fucking soaked and dripping onto the floor sweetheart". He laughs mockingly.

His dick was painfully hard and eager, straining to be released from his sweatpants, what can a man do? It's not his fault his dumb little stepsister always runs around the house with those tight little booty shorts, ass almost fully exposed, basically begging to be pounded and now he has his chance so why not take it?

He pulls his sweatpants and underwear down, thick perfectly curved dick slaps against his abdomen as pre cum oozes out of the angry red tip. he grips his fist around it before pumping himself a few times while circling your clit with his thumb, "Pretty little cunt you got here princess, been hiding this from me this whole time?"

"S-stop it Katsuki, this is wrong! You're my stepbrother, we can't do this!" you whined, it's so fucking wrong and fucked up and you sure as hell knew that, you just can't help but feel your needy cunt throbbing and yearning for more, it's only natural right?

Before you could even process anything else you felt his angry tip lining up at your entrance, his thick cock head bullying and prying it's way into your weeping tight hole before he shoves it all the way in unexpectedly, knocking the wind out of you as you hissed at the sudden pain.

"Hahh fuckk- Katsuki slow down!" you moaned as he starts thrusting his hard cock in and out of you like it was his mission to bruise and mark up your silky walls with his tip, strong hands gripping onto your waist as he stretches out your poor cunt with his fat girth, splitting that pretty little cunny in half as it drips all over him. "Holy fuckk you're so fucking tight hah- shitt", he hisses as your pussy clenches around him snugly. tightest cunt he ever fucked for sure.

He started pounding you harder, gripping the oversized T-shirt you wore as he rammed himself in the tight warm space between your thighs.

"Stupid little slut, is this what you need to shut that annoying little mouth of yours, my dick pounding this little pussy?" he took a mental note to give you exactly what you wanted when you're acting up and being a little bitchy brat to him. "Sh-ut up katsu-" shit you couldn't even form proper words to even say his fucking name. "You're the fucking worse fuh-ckk" you moaned out of pleasure. You can't even lie his cock was the best you've ever had and it's only been minutes since he started fucking you so that surely says a lot, his tip was grazing against the right spots in your hole, it's like his dick knew all the parts in cunt that would make your eyes roll to the back of your head and he was stretching your stuffy cunt with his cock soo good, it turnt you into a moaning mess.

"Oh yeah I know my cock is good you little slut, Gonna fuck you so stupid with it, you won't ever think about another guy's dick other than your stepbrother's" he smirks as he lands a hard slap on your ripped ass, watching the way the thick flesh jiggles against him, bouncing back against his pelvis as he drills himself so fucking deep inside of you. You're his little glory hole, he can stuff you full and deep of his seed and use your tight pussy for hours and fuck you so dumb that you can't even think for the rest of the week if he wants to.

He circles his thumb over your neglected butthole, the puckered hole fluttering against the pad of his thumb as he notices the way your moans got sweeter and louder at the gesture. He won't be surprised if you're a slut for anal he snooped through your room a shit ton of times looking for your dirty cum-stained panties he uses to jerk off to, to know that you have several jeweled anal plugs hidden away in your drawer.

"Mmm want me to put it in baby?" he teases, adoring the way the pink ring flutters on his thumb, soo eager and hungry to be stuffed and played with, "Ye-yes pleasee!" you hiccupped, purposely winking your hole for him desperately as a form of inviting him. "Heh, how cute" he mumbled before gathering your slick from your clit to rub it on the tiny rim before slowly sinking it in little by little. He groaned as he felt your cunt throbbing around his cock as your hungry asshole swallows his thumb into the hilt.

Heavy balls slapping against your clit as your eyes roll back to the back of your head as if you were possessed or something- or maybe you were, possessed by his fucking cock hitting your favorite spots in your hole that had you seeing stars. His cock was so fucking good, mushroom tip kissing your cervix with every single one of his mean thrusts. "Fuck wish I could play with those pretty tits" he groans, head falling back as he moans, your cunt felt like fucking heaven, so warm and tight just for him.

"Kat-Katsuki m' so close" you moaned as you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach building up, "Yeah? That fast? My cock is that good huh?".

You let out a porn star-worthy moan when you felt his thick thumb sliding in and out of your tight bullied walls, matching the rough brutal pace of the pounding he was giving your poor pussy. He lifts up one of his legs and plants his feet flat on the floor so he can drill deeper into your cunt, "Fuckk yes daddy- don't stop fuck! Please don't stop" you cried out as you felt yourself approaching your release.

He chuckled mockingly, "Daddy huh? You're such a fucking dirty whore ya know that?" he slapped your ass so fucking hard that his handprint was definitely branded on your ass cheek, "Didn't know my dear little stepsis was such a cock-hungry slut, what'd ya think mom would say if she found out her innocent daughter was milking her stepbrother's cock and calling him daddy hm? Always knew you were a whore" he smirks as you whimpered and dripped to his mean words.

He pulled his thumb out of your butthole slowly and then groaned when he saw the delicious little gape he created. He brought his thumb up to his mouth before sucking it, gathering spit onto the finger then circling it around the gaped hole.

"Fuckk would you look at that, she's all prepped and ready for my cock, maybe after I'm done stuffing your cunt, I'll fill this one up too, bet you'll fucking like that", you felt his cock throbbing like crazy in your pussy as he imagined stuffing both of holes with his bitter cum and having you all plugged up n pretty with his seed deep in your asshole and the only thing keeping it in is the princess plug you have hidden away in your drawer— buried deep inside your ass.

You almost screamed when you felt him stabbing his cock into your cunt even harder, strong hands gripping your waist tightly to keep you still as he rams his hips against yours. The friction of his heavy balls slapping your clit made it feel even better as your cunt clenches around his cock, threatening to milk his balls into your pussy. You're not surprised that Bakugou was this good at fucking, after all, he was really fucking sexy and built, of course he had a lot of experience. You cried out when you felt his fingers rubbing harsh harsh circles on your clit, "Come on slut, need ya to cum on my cock, don't make me repeat myself" he grunts, head falling back when he feels your cunny squeezing around his cock soo much fucking tighter. You closed your eyes as you felt your orgasm approaching. His thrust was so fucking brutal, it's like he has some fucking personal problem and is taking it out on your poor cunt.

Before you could process anything else, you were gushing all over his pretty cock, warm liquid squirting all over his abs and pelvis and he continues pounding you through it, he lets out a slurpy moan while laughing, "Fuckk yeah that's it baby that's it, Gooddd girl" he thrusts got sloppier and sloppier when he felt his balls tightening. He didn't expect you to fucking squirt and make a mess all over him so it drove him fucking crazy.

You felt his cock twisting against your tight walls, assuming he was about to cum. Fuck, you felt so lifeless. The only thing holding you up was Katsuki's strong grip on your waist and the washing machine because you can't even think right now, your mind fully fucking clouded with his cock bullying your poor insides, splitting your sweet cunny apart. Fuck he's so mean, you shivered when you felt his fingers digging deep into your waist.

"Fuck m'gonna cum, gonna stuff this slutty cunt so full of my seed, it'll come right out your mouth bitch" he hisses before emptying his balls in your pussy, thick ropes of cum filling up your cumdump of a hole as you cried out when you felt his angry tip pushing the cum further and further into your cunny, making sure to stuff you full and not let any of it leak out or you'd have to lick it up.

He chuckles darkly when he hears you're out of breath whimpers. "Is this what you needed? A good little filling to shut that pretty mouth of yours? Because if it's dick you need to function properly you know where to find me baby" he chuckles, slowly pulling out his still-hard cock, being sooo careful that none of the cum drips out. He lines his tip up at the entrance of your butthole, smearing the cum onto the hole as it winks at him.

"Ready for the other filling?"

[ubeb0nes]

Things Sevika says as your lover…

❧ ❧ ❧

Let me do it. / I'll handle it. / Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

She wants to take care of you so, so bad. Whether that's opening every door and pulling out every chair for you, or wiping someone off the face of the earth in your name.

She's in her element when she's of service. Deep down, she thinks that as long as she proves useful then your continued affection is almost guaranteed.

Can't do that anymore, my woman/partner said so. / Wrap this up. I gotta get home to them.

She is yours, no ifs or buts about it. And she makes sure everyone knows how fiercely loyal she is, she will not be doing anything to disrespect your boundaries or your relationship.

Obviously her work and her abrasive nature will put a natural strain on some parts of your relationship, but she's never intentionally causing you distress. Loyalty's her most important personal value, and you have the most of hers.

No, get behind me! / I said stay here. / I need you safe, understand?

You're a culmination of everything she's fighting for. All the beauty of Zaun, her reason for sticking her heart in this city, you are all of that personified. So you can't die. You can't get hurt.

If she has to lock you in the house to keep you from following her into a death mission, she will. You'll understand. She's always taken a beating for the ones she loves, the role thrust upon her that she now clings to like a hardy mask.

Stand down. / Down, baby. / I don't care if you don't like it, follow orders.

If you follow her into combat, good luck with getting bossed around like crazy. She always keeps you in her line of sight, preferably also within three feet of you so she can jump in front of you to sacrifice another limb if need be.

She's also absolutely zero nonense while working. She isn't flirting with you or showing vulnerability in front of her crew, but she is relishing in getting to tell you what to do (and she expects you to heed immediately).

'S all for you, doll… / Mm-mm, you're not getting up… / Pretty thing… so warm… love you so much…

She only ever talks like this when she's sleepy, or just waking up. She doesn't say I love you much (outside of when she's leaving for work), as to her, it takes away from the weight of it (WRONG imo, but in character i think lol).

The sweetest sweetheart ever when she's all wrapped up in your arms. Her voice is even lower in the mornings, with a distinct gravel to her tone. She uses it to her advantage, whispering such sweet things in your ear as she "subtly" traps you in her arms to keep you in bed.

She keeps repeating the same things over and over again, praising you and professing her love like there's no tomorrow. Her favorite love language switches to words of affirmation while she's drowsy lol.

So good to me, god you keep me sane. / I'm gonna fuckin' give you everything… / You smell so good, I could eat you (she then does actually try to bite you and you scream and push her off the bed)

Nsfw under the cuttt~

Uh uh, don't run from me. / Stop moving. / You're gonna take it either way, don't whine.

One of your favorite games is to see how long you can hold out being a brat (i.e., closing your legs every time she spreads them, shifting your hips away, etc.) before you make her snap and she just manhandles you.

Her displays of strength are usually subtle, like lifting you steadily off the floor and laying you down slowly on the bed without struggle. But when you do finally get her to snap, she's flipping you over on the bed like a pancake, and holding you up against the wall with just her human arm as she fucks you. She barely breaks a sweat holding you down on the bed, no matter how strong or how determined your bratty ass may be.

I'm never fuckin' sharing you, baby. / Look at me. Don't look away, those are *my* pretty eyes, I wanna see them. / Is that good, doll? Whose making you feel good? Mhm, and don't forget it…

Chances are that you end up being the jealous one in your relationship rather than her. But she is extremely possessive. When she gets especially in a mood, she's intent upon fucking you until your brain melts and you're nothing but putty in her hands, obsessed with her.

She reminds you how good she makes you feel, and how she's the only one that can fuck you that way. You're always extra cuddly and touchy in the days following, and she loves it because she knows it means she's stuck on your mind.

[zumicyt]

big mama.

smut...

"fuck babygirl."

billie slurs as she watches you in-between her soft thighs.

"youre doing so well for me sweet girl... yeah just like that." billie sighs and leans her head against the headboard.

you let out a small moan at her praises. you didn't even stop her when you felt her legs closing into your head. but you didn't mind being suffocated this way.

you open your eyes and see billie looking at you with such hunger. you knew she wanted to destroy you. after all you were just her fuck toy.

she starts to rock her pussy against your mouth and you can tell she's close.

you continue to lap up her juices like a mad woman until you hear her screaming your name.

"fuck on my god baby! you're doing so good... making mommy feel amazing."

you whimper at this and continue to let her ride out her orgasm with your tongue. after she's finally settled down, she smirks at your face, all droopy and chin coated with her juices.

"mmm baby's so pussy drunk can't even keep her eyes open..." she chuckled and pulls you in for a hard, lustful kiss.

"you gonna let me ride your strap baby? you wanna make me cum again?"

she starts kissing downwards and leaves kisses on your jaw and neck. you nod, but immediately know that won't do it.

"words, baby. use your words like a big girl for me yeah?" you moan out and hold onto her hair. "yes mommy please..."

satisfied, billie releases her mouth from your neck and grabs the long black dildo from her top drawer and helps you attach the strap to your hips.

"mmm baby it's like this strap was made for you. lookin' so sexy." she comments and throws you onto the bed.

after laying on your back and getting comfortable, she climbs ontop of you. she looks like a goddess infront of you.

the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, her big thighs spreading as she aligns the strap to her pussy, her milky skin, she is perfect.

after she let's the strap settle inside of her, she starts grinding against it.

even if you're not exactly the one receiving, you and her both know she's in charge.

she starts to hop on the strap and you can't help closing your eyes.

"I don't think so. look at me as I ride you sweet girl."

you open her eyes and see her staring at you with aggressiveness. she wants to eat you alive.

as you both find a rhythm you put your hands on her hips and guide her. but you can't stop yourself from staring and drooling at her breasts.

"you can touch em baby." she gives you the green light and you immediately latch your lips onto her tits.

the soft flesh of her consumes you. using one hand on her hip and one hand full of her left breast, you were in heaven.

she kept rocking and moaning while you were whimpering in her tits and massaging them.

"fuckkkk oh my god baby girl you feel so good inside me..."

she puts a fistfull of you hair in her palm and lightly scratches your scalp.

after a few minutes of this, she aggressively pulls your hair and causes you to unlatch from her right breast.

"want you to look me in the eyes as I cum yeah?"

she whispers and a smirk creeps on her lips. "yes mommy please cum." you moan out pathetically.

you can tell by the way she starts to rapidly rock her hips against you that she is close.

so close.

"just like that baby oh my good girl." she reaches her climax and eventually orgasms.

she is all blissed out and rises from the strap and settles down beside you.

she helps you unhook the harness of the strap and goes to go wash it off in the sink.

after coming back, she hovers above you and reaches in your pants.

she groans feeling your wetness from your orgasm.

"seems like someone couldn't help herself. did you cum when you were eating my pussy? or when I was riding your strap hm baby?"

she smirks at you trembling under her. "b-both. I'm sorry mommy."

she shushes you and reaches towards your ear licking it before whispering,

"mmm it's okay baby." she places her finger into her mouth and moans.

"you taste so well baby."

[hyacinth-in-a-haze]

Yandere Southern preacher! x fem reader!

You think you're alone when you step into the church, dress and coat soaked to the skin from the thunderstorms outside. You're just looking for a place to wait out the rain before going again, maybe you can rest a moment while it's still night.

Those thoughts depart when you see him. Broad and tall holding a cigarette against his lips with the collar still round his throat, he looks you up and down with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“Are you lost missy?” he raises a brow before going back to his cigarette.

“No sir, sorry sir I only wanted to wait the storm out.” you babble and stammer your wat through your words, it's obvious he's not convinced by anything you have to say and why would he. There's no sane reason for a girl your age to be traveling alone through unfamiliar land with only what she can carry on her, at best he probably assumes your a runaway, which is only part of the truth.

“calm yerself I ain't gonna throw you out of the Lord's house. What kinda man would that make me?” You can't tell if he's joking or not but the warmth offered is one you take as you walk in a bit further. Once you sit down he continues.

“Now tell me little lamb. What has happened to put you here in my church tonight?” His eyes crinkle with something close to concern as he leans down to your level. Fatherly and warm with the scent of tobacco and pine emanating from him. Maybe it's the semblance of care he presents to you that causes you to step into the lion's den so easily.

“I'm in big trouble,” you sob unable to hold it back any longer, he coos in response and helps you out your wet jacket only causing you to cry harder.

“and why are you in such big trouble for a small girl, you can tell me I promise I only want to help you out.” Maybe it was the first open hand anyone has offered you in a long time that made you accept it with eyes shut to the danger around you.

You shake your head not wanting to say the thing outloud to make it real. You expect him to force the words out of you but instead he smiles kindly, so kindly. Taking your hands in his

“You don't need to tell me anything you're not ready for little lamb, but at least allow me to put you in front of a fire and get someone in you? My home is only a bit more down, you can allow me to do this for you right?” His hand strokes your head with such tenderness you don't even hear what he says, you just nod along to anything he can tell you.

You don't know how you find yourself in his home, sat on his sofa, wrapped in a soft blanket and a mug of something sweet in your hands. He's sat opposite you, so close that your knees practically graze each other every time you breathe. The conversation stays light despite the weight you carry until it shifts again.

“Do you mind tellin’ me where you're headed next then? If you've made any plans?”

You look up to him, the hesitation a greater answer than anything you could say.

“I thought West, apparently there's more work to be had there.” You murmur and with the frown on his face its clear he ain't convinced.

“Lamb, you don't have any plans do you?” He stands up with a sigh, “well that settles that.” he makes his way to the door and you can hear the telltale click of the lock.

“Settles what Sir?” As the words fall from your lips you notice a growing numbness rise from your fingers and toes.

“That the Lord brought you to me for a reason, so who am I to refuse his gift?” He circles back to where you sit, taking your chin in his hands

“Especially when you have no other option, not if you don't want me to hand you over to the authorities.”

Your throat tightens as your tears rise

“I didn't mean to kill him please, he just lunged at me and I only meant to push him off me not down the stairs please.” You beg as though if you could convince him of your innocence then he would let you walk out the door. The mug falls from your hands, staining your lap,the hot drink should have had you screaming but you can't feel anything, can't move anything.

He shushes you with a hand across the mouth, more concerned with the mess you made of yourself then anything.

“Darlin’ news travels very fast around the circles I work within. It didn't take me long to realise the pretty little fool wandering into my church was the missing girl who killed her boss and ran away with his money a few towns back. Now that may not be your story but it's the story being told. Do you understand?”

His eyes narrow and you use the last of your strength to nod.

“Good I'm glad you understand, now I can't let a little thing like you be tried as a murderess, I can't let them hang you by that pretty neck of yours. So I'm gonna give you a way out,” his hand moves from your chin to the top of your damp hair as he strokes you.

“You'll be mine, you'll have a home to tend to and a husband to watch over you. And if anyone asks where you came from ill cover the story, so your pretty little head can't give itself away ever again.” His smile has moved far from fatherly, he looks ready to devour you as you slump forward into his arms. Unable to hold yourself up.

He chuckles, planting a kiss on your forehead as he takes you into his arms. While you drift into unconsciousness you can hear him mumble.

“I'll take care of you, pretty girl. That's all you need.”

[romancherry]

wet & willing

pairings ➝ joel miller x f!reader

summary ➝ a "stranger" uses you in the shower and makes sure to record it as a memory.

warnings ➝ dark!fic, explicit smut, cnc, home invasion in the shower, recording kink, fear play, rape fantasy, unprotected vaginal sex, doggy style, a bit of nipple play, rough sex, dominant!joel, submissive!reader, degradation, no outbreak, modern AU, overstimulation, creampie, pet names, aftercare, dirty talk, swearing and explicit language, 18+, MINORS: DO NOT INTERACT.

word count ➝ 740

author's note ➝ hello guys! 💙 i'm back with another dark fic since it seems my imagination runs wild with this stuff lol. this trio of "cnc + shower home invasion + recording kink" has been sitting in my drafts for weeks and i'm happy that i finally got the time to dive into it. i hope this fic is enough to fulfill you while i'm working on ch 5 of caged in silk. enjoy ☺️

do NOT repost, reupload, translate or plagiarize my work.

the sound of the shower running is loud while you gently rub at your scalp with shampoo, enjoying the hot thick steam that fills the bathroom and clouds your vision.

you don't hear the soft click of a tripod leg locking in place behind you. you definitely don't see the red light blinking from the vanity counter.

but he does.

joel's behind the camera first. watching through the screen, cock already straining in his jeans as he sees you: naked, slick, vulnerable. he adjusts the frame, zooms in on your back just a little to accentuate the curve of your hips and the way the water clings to your wet skin.

he moves.

fast.

a hand over your mouth. a hard body pinning you to the glass.

"you like showerin' with the door open, baby?" his voice rasps in your ear. "you wanted someone to come in and take what's theirs?"

you scream. muffled. thrashing.

he makes sure to angle your body towards the lens.

"smile for the camera," he growls. "wanna make sure you remember this."

he bends you over, water still raining down on you both. you catch a glimpse of the blinking red light on the counter and you fucking moan. eyes wide, heart pounding.

"yeah, you see it now," he chuckles, lining up behind you. "gonna play this back and watch you get ruined all over again. like the good fucking slut you are."

he enters your tight hole in one brutal thrust, giving you no time to adjust to his enormous, overwhelming girth. he is so thick you're worried he may split you apart.

but he feels so good. stretching you so painfully addicting, you can't help but replace the screams with pornographic moans and yelps entirely. eyes rolling in the back of your skull as your mind goes blank and all you can do is feel how he is impaling you on his cock from behind.

he fucks you like an animal. each thrust, each slap of skin, each broken sob into the tile meant for the camera. he drags his fingers down your spine.

"look at that arch. all for me. goddamn."

your body's twitching from overstimulation, close to collapse. and he knows it. one hand grabs your boob roughly, pinching the sensitive nipple. the other hand grabs your face and forces you to look toward the lens.

"wanna see what you look like when you come for your attacker, slut? huh? you wanna watch yourself beg? 'cause i wanna hear that pretty throat scream until the neighbours wake up n' call the police on us, sweetheart. so why don't you go ahead and fuckin' beg?"

"please, pretty please, sir, wanna cum so hard! wanna cum on your big fuckin' cock, sir. please let me cum… so good… yes, yes, yes!"

he pounds impossibly harder and faster into you and he is so big you swear you can feel him in your throat as he holds a tight grip over your body while he ocasionally spanks your asscheeks roughly until you come. hard. screaming. legs giving out — and he holds you there, pumping you deep and full of his cum, never once blocking the view of the camera.

when it's over, he kills the scene. pulls out gently, turns off the camera.

and suddenly - it's just joel. your joel. your thoughtful, caring husband wrapping a towel around you and kissing your temple.

"you did so good, baby. 'm so proud of you. you hurt anywhere?" he cooes while cradling your face in his hands.

"i'm good, darling. you were perfect," you say with a smile on your face as you wrap your hands around the back of his neck and place a gentle, loving kiss on his lips.

he carries you to the bed after the dries the both of you up with towels.

but the camera comes too.

he props it on the nightstand while he lays you on the bed. dazed and glowing.

"let's watch," he murmurs, crawling over you. already hard again.

"wanna see how gorgerous you look when you're scared for me."

you whimper as the screen lights up. "joel…"

"shh. round two, baby," he says, dragging your thighs apart. "eyes on her."

he runs two fingers through your puffy folds, a smug smile appearing on his face at your tortured whines filling his ears.

"this time, i want your face in the shot when i cum inside you."

[luludeluluramblings]

A meme for feral basis if I may:

*babies first kidnapping*

Criminals: "We have you're daughter now give us 12 million or she dies."

Bruce: *sweats* "WhIcH dAuGhTeR!?

Criminal 1: *describes feral mc whose actively biting through her restraints*

Bruce: Good luck! *laughs and hangs up*

Criminal 1: What the?! dang kid your dad must hate-

*notices they're gone*

Criminal 2: Where I'd she go?!

*They hear feral laughter from everywhere*

Criminal 3: She's in the walls. SHES IN THE WALLS!!

Mc: *Appears behind them like the undertaker* Boo!

Criminals: *horrified screams*

Actually this is baby's third kidnapping.

The first kidnapping Feral!Reader was on their best behavior. They had just moved to Gotham and the whole family had been pounding into their head that they needed to behave and show some decorum.

So Feral!Reader managed to keep all intrusive thoughts under control that one incident.

Bruce (and the rest of the family) freaked the fuck out. Their little abomination was kidnapped for ransom. They're monstrosity had some thugs holding a gun to their head.

Of course, Feral!Reader doesn't flinch or anything. They stay very mindful and demure.

After the whole incident, Feral!Reader does get grazed with a stray bullet. But, they were so excited that they did such a good job even if Bruce was in cardiac arrest from the possible close call.

Bruce makes the decision then and there that Feral!Reader is allowed to go ape shit ONLY when kidnapped.

Which leads us to the second kidnapping. Well, attempted. The idiots tried to kidnap Feral!Reader from a gala. High society has given Bruce so much space since.

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

*Goons break into Gala to hold everyone hostage and steal shit*

*Villain of the week monologging *

*Bat Fam hidden in various locations around the Gala with com-links*

Bruce *hidding in a closet* : Who's on patrol tonight?

Barbara *in the BatCave* : Jason, but he's twenty minutes away.

Damian *Under one of the tables* : We can take them.

Stephanie *By the dessert table* : Not if we want people to ask questions.

Duke *back at the manor* : I can maybe swing it in fifteen if I use the Bat mobile.

Damian: Now who wants to drive it?

Tim *stuck with a group of investors getting their luxury watches stolen* : Shut up you two.

Jason *Driving on his motorcycle* : I'm on my way. Cass can be my backup.

Bruce: Good, we can manage until-

Dick *at a random table* : Feral!Reader vanished on me!

Stephanie: How did you lose them?!

Bruce: Does anyone have visual on them?

Damien: No, but I have a bad feeling.

Barbara: I'm pulling up security footage of the venue.

Jason: I'm booking it.

Duke: I'm heading to the Cave to suit up.

Tim: Wait, I think I saw them. Their by the buffet table.

*Feral!Reader ginning manically while they steal the fuel pots from the food warmers.*

Tim: Oh, that's not good.

Bruce: What's not good?

Tim: Babs, get the fire department on speed dial.

*Feral!Reader manged make a pipe bomb with a few things they found. Then used some random fabric they ripped from their clothing hog tie the villain and their goons.*

Villain: You little bitch!

Feral!Reader: Don't call bitch or you ain't gonna like what I do to you!

Villian: Do your worst, bitch!

Feral!Reader: Bet.

*Feral!Reader proceeds to procure a bottle of maple syrup and a fire ant farm before shoving both objects down the villains pants.*

Feral!Reader: My cousin once said that this was a good hack to make your dick bigger.

*Villain screaming.*

*Goons screaming cause the ants are getting on them too.*

*Gotham elite looking in horror.*

Bruce: ...

Bruce: Well, I'm sure this was just a one time incident.

*It was not.*

Tim: Someone needs to check on that cousin…

[ynbabe]

would you write an smau with yuki or Oscar with an ex racer male reader who hangs out around the paddock a lot, maybe there could be a scene where yuki/oscar gets asked in an interview about rumors about who he’s dating and reader’s reaction gives it away?

Chose Oscar for this one cause I'm gonna make the reader similar to a certain someone hehhehe

Also let’s all pretend this isn’t like 9 months later okay 😭😭

lando.jpg

lando.jpg he's such an airport dad (he still has my passport...)

username is that oscar?? in the last pic???

lando.jpg yes @/y/n/l/nofficial did a lil therapy session

lando.jpg father

y/n/l/nofficial do NOT call me that lando.jpg Daddy y/n/l/nofficial NO-

username the comments 💀

username lando just replaced Carlos with another older Spanish man- We see u pookie we'd fall Y/n too

oscarpiastri the one time I'm featured and I'm drunk and crying? I'm calling my father @/charlesleclerc

lando.jpg you're lucky thats all thats featured lando.jpg are you sure thats the daddy you wanna call? lando.jpg deleted comment

username HELLO??? WHAT IS GOING ON???

y/n/l/nofficial

y/n/l/nofficial he stole my bike so I stole his look🥰

username I need someone to look at me the way Oscar looks at Y/n

username that hoodie looks a lil too snug bbg do u have something to tell us??

username fr like Y/n is BUILT no way that’s his hoodie

username that’s Oscars for sure

mclarenf1 driver swap?

username YES pls get y/n back just for one race guys pls i beg landonorris I agree Oscars mean to me Y/n’s nice 🥰 oscarpiastri I’m sorry I didn’t laugh at your knock-knock joke 🙄

You laughed as you saw all the comments under your post, knowing you were joining the McLaren garage for the Austrian GP.

--------------------------------

You cheered as Oscar got P2 screaming with everyone else. Jumping and screaming with mechanics that used to be yours.

Everyone had thought you’d hate the boy replacing you, how you’d force everyone to side with you over him, poisoning Lando’s and the teams mind against him. They couldn’t be more wrong.

You grabbed the younger man’s fireproofs collar, pushing him to the wall.

“Y/n?” “P2 baby,”

You smiled looking down at him, giving up on being professional and placing your lips on his, trying to hold back knowing the man was tired but you simply couldn’t, tasting the sweet champagne from his tongue, you pushed one knee in between his separating them.

He gasped, arching his back away from the thin motorhome wall, grabbing a fist full of your hair, making you moan, his other hand reaching to the buckle of your belt.

You separated to breath, both panting, sweaty and blushing, resting our foreheads together.

“You think we’ve got time?” You asked, placing a soft kiss at the corner of his lips, feeling them lift up into a smile.

Just as the boy was about to speak, there was loud knocking on the door, shaking the wall next to it, “No monkey business guys,” a British voice yelled laced with a teasing tone, “Osco needs to be able to walk to the interview room,” he cackled making the other men groan.

“Shut up, Cabron, go annoy Carlos or something,” you yelled, resting your head on Oscars.

“Damn you sound just like him, I must have gotten confused,” he squeaked like a dolphin making Oscar cringe at the insinuation, pushing you away.

He pulled the door open, making the other boy falling in, “Disgusting Lando, never say that again,” he whined making the older papaya clad boy laugh again.

“It’s giving enemies to lovers, 100k words-”

“GET OFF AO3,”

“GET OFF Y/N, YOUR FRICKING LIPS ARE SWOLLEN!” He yelled pointing at his own lips, making Oscar cover his, both looking at you and back at each other, making you realise your unbuckled belt with the reddened lips didn’t look very innocent.

“Ewwwwwww!” Lando groaned, running out the room, “be at the press room in 5 minutes you disgusting rabbits, oh my god,” he cried as he sped down the hallway.

Oscar looked at you, cheeks tinted pink in embarrassment, making you smile back at him, suddenly shifting to a smirk, “well, we do have 5 minutes,” you winked, making him groan and look away.

“Shut up, y/n,” he rolled his eyes and began walking out, with you hot on his heels.

You quickly caught up to him, pulling him into you by his waist while you walked side by side with him, lips to his ears, “oh, it’s y/n now? I remember something like- please, oh god, please don’t stop, ahh,” you moaned quietly, leaning back to normal and walking away, leaving a stunned Oscar behind.

“Come on, Osco, you’re getting late,” you called, smiling to yourself for causing such a reaction from the usually calm and collected man.

You had followed him to where the duo was being interviewed, cameras had been set up by the pr team, and a small section at the side for Zak, Andrea and the race engineers incase there were any questions for the team. You saw an extra chair and made your way to sit next to the boss man himself, quite happy to get to reconnect with your old boss.

The interviewer asked questions after questions with Lando being the leading man as usual, your boyfriend being the more reserved between the duo.

You took a sip of water, keeping the bottle in your hand, lost in the conversation between you and the others but heard Oscar being singled out.

“So our podium sitter here, Mr. Piastri!” The interviewer hyped up, making Oscar smile and nod, “let’s move away from the race and focus on your relationships,” he cooed trying to elicit a response but McLaren media training was a beast so all he got was a small laugh from both boys.

Lando took the lead once again, “I’m just happy it’s not me for once,” he laughed.

“Ooh,” the interviewer gasped, turning the older man at the side, “talking about relationships, rather rumours, I believe we’ve got the F1 heart throb, Y/n L/n here,” the camera panned to you, mid conversation with your former boss who nudged you, bringing your attention to the camera to which you waved at, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. The man called you over, obviously happy that he could get more out of the interview.

You wanted to refuse but couldn’t, walking up to the table and finding no space as both boys had chairs, you placed your arm around Oscar, shaking his shoulder as you slightly pulled him to make space for you. You smiled at the interviewer, keeping your hand on Oscars waist, holding on to the boy so he didn’t fall of.

“Oscar, you good there?” The man asked eliciting a nervous laugh and a seagull screech from Lando.

You laughed along, pushing and pulling him back into you, his hands finding his way to your thighs to stable himself , “Oski’s about to fall,” you wriggled your brows.

“So onto all the rumours,” the man continued, oblivious to what was happening behind the table, “now the two men besides you have had plenty of rumours themselves,” which was a nice way of putting ‘WE SAW HIM KISSING A MAN’ in a pc way, “but we’ve got some sources telling us you’re in a steady relationship, anyone we’d know Oscar?” You brought the water bottle to your lips, waiting for Oscar’s answer, missing the way he’d looked at you.

Unfortunately the interviewer and camera had not, “Why are we looking at y/n?” WHAT- you chocked on the water, spilling it all over your white shirt, pushing Oscar off the chair whom pulled you and Lando down with him.

“We’re okay!” Lando screamed, one hand raised.

“IM NOT” you groaned having broken Oscar's fall.

You'd though (hoped) nothing would come of the interview, but boy were you wrong, because the edits, oh god the edits. You almost had tears in your eyes at how creative some were and actual tears about how dirty the others were.

The sound bite of you and Oscar groaning after falling had been used to hell and back and every single driver had to keep reminding you of it. Especially Lando who kept sending you thrist edits to the point you were concerned about his fyp.

But the worst part was all the speculation. And all any interviewer would ask you or Oscar would be about the rumours. You were fine with it, having dealt with stuff like this all your career but the defeated look on Oscar's face after an amazing race only to be asked a very inappropriate question about the two of you had you wanting to punch people.

After a long, long, talk with Mark and both your respective PR teams, you knew the best option would be to come out with it on your own. So you did exactly that.

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y/n.jpg well since y’all got your fucking degrees and know every fucking thing 🙄

lando.jpg the duality of man ft y/n l/n and oscar piastri

oscarpiastri woooooooooooooooow suddenly everyone has a jpg

y/n.jpg hey I wanted to do this on my main but someone kept whining about pr 🫵

oscarpiastri that’s it your sleeping on the couch

lando.jpg damn idts old man y/n’s back can take that 😩

y/n.jpg I’M 25!!!

[brenwritesss]

𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭

⋆˚࿔Paige Bueckers x reader ❀˖°

Summary: You're a singer and join KK and Paige's live for their talent show.

“Ain’t no way,” KK’s eyes widened on the screen as she started scrolling through the amount of people that wanted to be a guest on her live. “Say psych right now.”

Paige, who had been sitting next to her, partly in frame and partly not, leaned forward. “What?”

KK whipped her head towards her, “Y/n L/n's in here Paige.”

“You lyin,” Paige whispered, hand over her mouth as she put her face close to the camera trying to see your account in the live. Paige had the biggest celebrity crush on you for the longest time and everyone found out when she made a joke about treating you right when you broke up with your ex girlfriend a couple months ago. Since then, Paige’s comments were always filled with fans tagging you and yet still, you had never liked one of her videos or followed her.

“Hey girl, I see you in here. I’m tryna guest you right now,” KK said, her body starting to shake slightly as she pressed on your profile and accepted your guest request. Paige’s face went red as she realized it was actually your account. The account she stalked so many times.

Within seconds, your profile picture popped up in the live. “Hey y’all. Wait, hold on, I'm tryna turn on the camera.” A second later, your face flashed on the screen and KK started freaking out, grabbing Paige’s arm.

“Y’ALL Y/N L/N IN MY LIVE RIGHT NOW SOMEONE SCREEN RECORD,” KK yelled, earning a laugh from you. 

“Hi KK.” You waved at her.

KK jumped up and down. “SHE KNOWS MY NAME.”

You laughed again and saw Paige leaning back on the couch, a hand over her mouth and just staring at you. “Paige I see you.”

Paige leaned forward. “Hey.” Her voice cracked and her face grew more red. You raised your eyebrows at her and the chat started going crazy.

User1: paige finally meeting her crush

User2: paige this yo chance

User3: use them rizz hands paige

“So boom,” KK said, sitting back down. “You got a talent?”

You raised your eyebrows again, shifting the camera as you lied down on your bed. “Other than making Paige flustered? Yeah I got some talents.”

KK let out the loudest laugh and Paige hid herself from the camera.

User1: Y/n knows about Paige’s crush on her y’all

“No Paige come back, my bad, I didn’t mean to embarrass you like that.” You apologized and waited to see her face on screen again. You couldn’t lie, she was gorgeous. And you were fangirling a little.

“I ain’t embarrassed,” she replied. She was freaking out internally right now.

“Yeah?” you ask, smiling at her. “Heard you said you could treat me right.”

“OH,” Paige shouted, blushing like crazy.

“Damn Paige you’re cooked.” KK sat, looking in between the two of you to watch this interaction.

User5: shoot your shot rn

“Yeah I said that,” Paige winked at you, finally gaining some confidence after freaking out.

“I always had a thing for blonde hoopers so I’m down,” you said winking back. Paige started smiling and laughing. KK hyping her up.

“Blonde hoopers because of me right?”

“Oh yeah for sure,” you joked. 

“Ight, I’ma dm you later and we gonna make this happen.”

“Okok,” you nodded and she began to do her infamous rizz hands.

“Yo, write a song about me.”

This caught you off guard causing you to widen your eyes. “Give me something to write about then.”

User1: NOT THEM MAD FLIRTING W EACH OTHER RN

User2: They gonna date, just watch

KK sighed. “Paige stop hogging her bro. This is a talent show, not a flirting match.”

Paige put up her hands in defense. “Ok fine, Y/n I’ll text you later, don’t you worry.”

“Sounds good.”

“WHAT’S YOUR TALENT?” KK screamed into the mic.

You proceeded to sing to KK as your talent on the live, her using Paige’s phone to film you and dance to your singing. After you were done, the three of you talked some more and then you said bye to the live, hopping off. 

About five minutes later, you get an instagram notification:

paigebueckers sent you a message.

[quarterlifekitty]

Which obsessed! 141 character is most likely to harm their kidnapped partner? Is the harm minor like a smack or broken bones? I'd like to see a most to less likely scale👉👈

cw: kidnapping, dark fic, physical violence, emotional manipulation, serious wound/blood, minor amputation, description of parental abuse (does not occur in writing, just a personal anecdote). Also sorry I did the scale in reverse!

So I'm gonna say Soap is at the bottom tentatively. It depends on how well you can handle pain. I think he's almost overly empathetic-- he's the type who will cry if he sees someone crying, and wince when he sees someone in pain. So if you're easy to reduce to tears, he won't do very much, if anything. However I can also easily imagine a scenario... Stay with me here.

(So there's a style of corporal punishment, which I'm not going to say is good, but I can see Soap subscribing to it. My grandfather used to put his hand on the top of my fathers head and hit that. This is so that whenever he was giving him corporal punishment, my grandfather hurt himself as well, maybe more so, and wasn't able to forget how much force was being used. Again, not gonna say it was a good thing to do, but there's an amount of logic behind it.)

Anyways, I can see Soap doing that. Any injury he inflicts on you, he'll do to himself. It's almost like he's making his own soulmate style bond. It's another effort on his part to build up a connection between you-- a sort of camaraderie.

I think John cares too much about image to be able to hurt you very much. He won't do anything that will leave marks-- I also think he's the one most likely to take you on outings, so he can't exactly have you looking like an abused spouse. Anything he does is open palmed, nothing that leaves cuts or bruises.

Gaz prefers not to resort to violence, but he's not shy, either. He's more likely to put you in scenarios where its up to you not to get hurt, so less of the burden is on him. Things like holding a knife to your skin so you have to stay completely still. Also in situations where he'll grab, and tell you to say what he wants you to say or he'll just keep twisting.

Ghost is fully willing to hobble you. Not in a permanent way, but if you like running, like fiddling with things you shouldn't be fiddling with-- he will break bones and cut tendons. It is not in a way that causes more pain than needed. He isn't cruel, he doesn't want you to hate him and associate him with pain. So he'll dutifully care for the wound, make sure everything is setting correctly and that you have everything you could ever want while you recover. But it's possible he's only making sure it heals well so that he'll be able to do it again later if needed.

Nikolai's physical punishments will come without warning, without gradation. He'll basically let you rack up sins, offenses, bad behavior-- all while you don't know he's keeping a tab and fully intending for you to pay up when he's ready. And he will do permanent damage. Nikolai will have never once laid a hand on you in violence, and suddenly one day one of your tirades of screaming and calling him a monster ends with your pinky wedged in his bolt cutters, right at the middle knuckle, all while the look on his face doesn't change. And he makes you beg for him to help. Tell him you need him, that you always needed him, that you were being stupid and you didn't mean what you said. If you tell him what he wants to hear? Suddenly he's like a big cuddly bear again, doting on you and cooing poor thing while he neatly bandages and cleans everything, feeds you your favorite meal, doses you with plenty of painkillers and cocktails.

If you refuse to beg? Well, he won't let you die of gangrene or anything. He'll pour the nearest bottle of liquor over a kitchen knife and hold it on the stove for a minute before cauterizing the wound.

When all's said and done, months and months from now, he'll probably get you a decorative silver cap for what remains, finely engraved, with you new last name, perhaps?

[moonchild9350]

Still Life and Nude Surprises

Summary: you need to prep for an art show and sign up for a class for extra practice. the model you’re assigned however turns out to be someone you know very well.

Pairing: best friend!Felix x fab!reader

Genre: friends to lovers au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: nude modeling, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mention of overstimulation, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, implied multiple rounds

Notes: another fic from when I was feral sorry not sorry lol this was fun to write though and it’s Felix so…. lol

If you enjoyed please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡

Divider by @cafekitsune

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

"Hold still!"

You chastised the blonde who was at the moment wiggling around in his seat, his eyes focused on his computer screen as he blasted god knows what on the latest game he acquired.

"Y/n! Lemme just finish this round, then I'll do anything you say," he responded as he showed off his biggest pouty face.

You sighed, not being able to say no to that face. Felix smiled and went back to his game, his fingers tap tapping on the keyboard.

Felix is your best friend, he has been since you were neighbors as a kid. You've done everything together, from attending dances as each others dates, sleepovers as kids, endure heartbreaks, and even live within the same building as adults.

You couldn't live without him, your relationship going beyond your wildest dreams.

Now, you were trying to sketch your best friend as you were trying to improve your still life skills, preparing for an art show that you had signed up for. Everything was going well until he received a text from a gamer buddy, wanting to go for a round on a new game he recently started.

You set your sketch pad down and watched your friend as he scrunched his face in concentration, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he shot down enemy after enemy. It was pretty humorous to watch, as everytime he missed his target he'd scream "noooo!" before concentrating once more.

You knew it was a lost cause, understanding once he started gaming, it would be hours until he would stop. You gathered up your stuff, packing it into your bag.

You got up and walked over to Felix, ruffling up his hair, obscuring his view of the computer screen.

"Y/n!" he exclaimed as he blew his hair out of his face, the strands framing his face haphazardly as a result.

"I'm gonna go home, it's getting late. I"ll see you later ok?"

Felix took a chance and looked away from the screen to you, "I'm sorry, I'm a horrible model."

You chuckled and slapped his arm, the boy yelping at the sting. "No you're not, you just get distracted easily."

You continued to laugh as you walked to his door, listening to Felix mutter under his breath something along the lines of "that's not true."

Closing his door, you walked the few doors down to your apartment, dropping your bag on the hallway table. You really did want to practice your skills as the show was getting closer day by day and you were banking on using Felix to start.

You grabbed your laptop and plopped on the couch, propping your feet on the table in front of you. Opening up the search engine, you began to look for classes that you could attend to help you practice.

You came across a particularly promising site, the company offering a variety of classes from group sessions to private ones. You clicked on the private session info bar, as the prospect of it just being you and the model seemed appealing.

You noticed they offered private nude modeling sessions as well, your eyebrow raising in interest. This would be the perfect opportunity to study the human body and to improve your skills on drawing it.

The company had a few sessions open over the next few days which would be perfect as you were free. You clicked on the time slot for tomorrow's private session, your mind running over the pros and cons.

You've never sketched anyone nude, the prospect seeming a little embarrassing to you, but how would you get better if you didn't step out of your comfort zone? Plus, these models were trained for this, and it was with a reputable company.

The cost of the class wasn't much either, definitely within your budget. You filled in your information, whatever they asked for. Once done, your hand hovered over the book button, as you considered what to do.

"Fuck it," you said, bringing your finger down to press book.

A confirmation page popped up saying your session was successfully booked and they'd see you tomorrow. You let out a breath and closed your laptop.

This was really going to happen. You wondered if you'd have a male or female model, noticing there was no option to choose. Shaking your head, you decided not to think about the session until the time came, opting to go in with a fresh and unbiased mind.

You went about the rest of your night, prepping everything you would need for tomorrow. Settling into bed you pulled the covers up to your chin.

You were ready for tomorrow and whatever it were to bring.

--

It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, the weather warm but not too hot. The walk to the art studio wasn't too far away, the building being within walking distance.

You were giddy with excitement, your anxieties gone about the details of the session. You texted Felix to let him know you would be occupied today and would be over later on. He didn't mind as he apparently had something to do as well.

You approached a chic building, the outer walls appearing old yet charming to fit the town. You opened the door and walked in, met with the scent only an art studio can provide, from the scents of paints to fresh canvases. The scent of coffee drifted in the air as well, as there was a fresh pot that seemed to have been brewed in the corner of the reception area.

You approached the front desk, greeting the worker behind it.

"Hi, my name is y/n, I'm booked for a private session at 10:30?"

The lady looked in a book on the desk, her manicured fingers running down the page to the appointed time. She tapped her fingers on the page, finding your name as expected.

"We have you all set, would you like to pay now?"

You nodded and pulled out your card. She took care of the payment and then smiled.

"Have a seat, someone will be with you shortly to take you to the studio."

"Thank you," you said, walking towards a comfy looking chair in the corner.

You sat down, cradling your bag to your side. The atmosphere was quiet, the occasional sound of chatter meeting your ears. You watched as people walked to and from, their focus on getting to their destination.

Not long after sitting down, a young woman appeared calling your name. You hurriedly grabbed your bag and walked towards her.

"Ready?" she asked with a smile.

"Absolutely," you responded as you followed the lady down the hall.

She stopped at a door, the placard reading studio eight. It was more secluded than the other studios, the room being near the back of the hall. The lady opened the door and stepped in, you following right behind her.

As you crossed the threshold, you took in the surroundings of the room. It wasn't too small but not too big. The walls were covered with sketches and paintings, portraying various body types. Each painting was beautiful, the artist capturing the details of the human body in intricate detail.

There was a ceiling to floor mirror along one wall, the whole room visible in its reflection. In the center of the room, there was a chair next to a series of boxes, linen draped over it to make a makeshift bed. You eyed the stool next to an easel, which you assumed is where you would be sitting.

"So, this is where your session will take place. You have this space for four hours. If you need assistance of any sort, just press this button here and one of the staff members will assist you."

You followed her hand as she pointed to a blue button next to the door. You nodded and faced the lady again, waiting for her to continue.

"You have opted for a nude model for your session correct?"

"Yes, I have," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush at her question.

"They will enter after I leave. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can ask them to robe again, they will not mind. I think that's all. Any questions?"

You shook your head no, as everything was pretty straight forward.

"Great! Go ahead and get settled, your model will be in shortly!"

You thanked the lady and walked over to the easel. Setting your bag down, you began to pull out your sketch book and various pencils, setting them up accordingly. You sat on the stool, crossing your legs as you waited for your model to arrive.

It didn't take long until a different door than you came in opened, a person stepping in within the room. It was a flurry of movement as they walked into the room with their head down.

"Sorry, I'm a little late," the person said in a deep voice.

Wait...you knew that voice. Shocked, your head snapped up to look more closely at the person. You couldn't believe it, that person was...

"Y/n?!"

"Felix?!"

Your model was Felix? Your best friend? What the fuck?!

You were confused and shocked. Felix seemed to be as well as he stared at you with his mouth wide open.

You eyed your friend who was prepped in a white robe, the material seeming soft and cozy on his skin. His long hair was in a ponytail, framed away from his face, his numerous freckles on display.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in disbelief.

"I could ask you the same thing," Felix responded as he came closer to you.

"I uh...I signed up for a class to work on my skills since you know..." you said, your voice trailing off at the end.

The atmosphere was tense, neither one of you knowing what to do. You never expected to see your best friend here, especially since he never mentioned he modeled for an art studio...nude at that.

Felix nodded at your response, "I work here as a side gig...make some extra cash you know?"

You nodded, accepting his answer.

"Why did you never tell me you did this?" you inquired, curiosity getting the best of you.

Felix fiddled with the strap of his robe, his gaze anywhere but yours. After a moment he cleared his throat.

"Well, I thought you'd find it weird. I mean I'm naked in front of people and they draw me in the nude. How would I bring that up with you?"

He had a point. That would definitely make for an interesting conversation. Now the question becomes do you go on with the session? Sketch your best friend nude? You could make him keep the robe on.

"Do you...do you still want to proceed with this?" Felix asked, his hands gesturing toward the makeshift bed in the center of the room.

"I'm ok if you are," you said shrugging.

Felix cleared his throat, surprised at your answer. Recovering quickly, he said, "Of course."

You nodded and watched as he padded toward the bed, stopping in front of it for a moment. His hands went to the strap of his robe, his fingers fiddling with the knot before he stopped.

"You ok with sketching me nude?"

"Yes Lix, I've seen you naked before."

You really have and with years of being best friends, it was bound to happen.

Felix nodded before he grasped the strap again, this time untying the knot.

You watched as the knot fell away, the straps now dangling at his side. He brought his hands up, to grab the soft material and slide it off his shoulders. With a flurry of movement, he let the robe fall, the fabric pooling at his feet.

You gasped, your eyes glued to your best friend as he stood in the center of the room, his back to you. Taking the chance, your eyes roamed his back, taking in his muscular frame, down to his lithe waist, which you've always admired. You smirked at seeing his ass wanting to reach out and smack it.

Felix took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face you. You watched with bated breath as he now stood facing you, his eyes on yours.

Your eyes drifted down his torso, eyeing his nipples, the pinkish-brown buds perky in the cold room. You eyed him further down, down, down until you came to his pelvis, a happy trail of hair leading down to his cock.

You subconsciously licked your lips, your eyes glued to his soft cock lying amongst a smattering of hair, his balls hanging nice and delicate. You couldn't help but admire his cock, wondering how it would feel in your hands, how it would feel...

"Earth to y/n! My eyes are up here pervert!" Felix exclaimed while snapping his fingers to get your attention.

You snapped your eyes up to his face, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You definitely were just checking out your best friend, the feeling in your panties a little more wet than when you came in.

You cleared your throat and gestured toward the bed, "Umm, wanna get started?"

Felix nodded, "How do you want me?"

"You can just lounge on the bed for now."

Felix nodded again and sat on the bed, swinging his legs up to rest on the linens. You walked over to your best friend and stopped in front of him, your hands reached out. You hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes asking silent permission to touch him.

"Go ahead, position me how you want," Felix chuckled.

You took his hand in yours and draped it across his face, his fingers dangling delicately on the side of his cheeks. You angled his head to look toward where you would be sitting. You looked at his legs, taking a breath before propping one of his legs up.

Once finished, you quickly took a step back, eyeing your work. Satisfied, you sat down on your stool and grabbed your sketch book.

You picked up a pencil and began to sketch, easily getting lost in your work. You looked up at Felix every now and then, to get some details solidified in your head before you translated it onto paper.

It was silent in the room, neither one of you speaking. It was not as awkward as you thought it would be, but rather comforting.

Time passed and you got more of your sketch done, the outline being nearly complete.

Felix was staring at you, watching your hands dance across the page, sketching his frame. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, admiring how you got lost in your work, that not even your best friend posing naked for you can distract you.

He loved how you let out a small smile when you got a detail just right or how you scrunched up your face and bit your lip when something did not seem right.

You were beautiful, that he couldn't deny and you were even more beautiful in this moment, sitting on a stool in an art studio underneath the dim lights.

Felix started to feel warm, despite laying right under the air conditioner, the feeling spreading down his belly and settling at his cock. He could feel the blood slowly fill out his cock, the appendage slightly harder than before, laying haphazardly against his pelvis.

He willed himself to breath, to cool down, not wanting you to see the effect you have on him. He could never live that down. He tried to look everywhere but your face, especially when your head was down. But to no avail, the feeling increased, his cock twitching slightly in response.

You looked up at your friend to get another look at his torso for shading the area on your sketch, but froze at what you saw. Felix seemed to be in turmoil, his breath shaky, his eyes darting everywhere around the room.

Your eyes traveled to his cock, noticing how it seemed to have hardened some since you last took a look at him. You thought you would feel embarrassed, however, you felt quite the opposite.

You lingered on his cock a little longer, a a pleasurable shock traveling down your body and straight to your core. You pressed your thighs together in response, feeling your slick slowly seep into your panties.

You cleared your throat and went back to your sketch, not wanting Felix to catch you staring, not let him know that you were aware he was hard while you sketched him.

Felix was turned on, that was the brunt of it. He tried to stop his reaction to you, but he just couldn't do it. He felt his cock hardened until it stood fully at attention, the tip pressing up against his pelvis.

It was torture laying there, only a few feet away from you, his cock so hard it was starting to hurt. He wanted to touch himself, relieve the ache, and maybe just maybe you could help him out too.

He watched as you lifted your head up once more, gasping at the state of him.

You were in shock, noticing now that Felix's cock was fully hard, the member seeming angry and red at the lack of attention it received. You could see something shiny glistening on the hairs littering his pelvis. You watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip, the liquid dripping down his shaft until it reached the hairs, getting caught in the thickness.

Looking at Felix's face, you could tell he was miserable, as he breathing was shallow and he was clenching and unclenching his hands. You knew he wanted to touch himself to relieve himself of the ache he was feeling.

"Felix?" you questioned, your eyes reaching his. "Do you wanna touch yourself?"

Felix's eyes widened at the question, disbelief written on his face.

"I'm..I'm sorry y/n, I just couldn't help it," he stuttered, lowering his eyes in embarrassment.

"It's ok," you responded with a smile. "You can touch yourself, make yourself feel good. I'll continue to sketch."

Felix stared at you for a moment more before he took his other hand that was at his side and placed it on his chest.

You watched as he gripped his aching cock and gave it a squeeze as he moaned lowly. He shifted his hand upwards, his thumb pressing on his slit before gathering up some of the leaking pre-cum.

He began to stroke his cock, steady but slowly, his fist reaching the base just to travel back up and circle around the head. Felix kept eye contact with you, your sketching forgotten, as you took to watching your best friend pleasure himself.

He increased the speed of his wrist movement, wet sounds from the aid of his precum filling the room. With each moan he let out, you felt your pussy clench over nothing. You were soaking wet, your panties stuck to your skin by now, your clit throbbing to be touched.

"Y/n," Felix said, his voice raspy as he continued to stroke his cock. "Can you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself for me?"

You looked into Felix's pleading eyes, watching as he licked his lips and swallowed. You didn't give a moments thought at your friend's request, instead ridding yourself of your leggings.

You stood before Felix, your fingers going to the band of your panties. You watched Felix's eyes drag to the piece of cloth, his eyes widening at the wet patch present on your panties, the material sticking to your skin, leaving nothing to the imagination as the outline of your lips could be seen.

You slowly slid your panties down your legs and set them aside. Felix let out a groan at the sight of your pussy, his cock twitching in his hand.

You sat back down on the stool and spread your legs, your wet folds separating to show him your entrance. He kept his eyes glued to your pussy as you brought a finger to your clit, flicking the bud and the rubbing it gently.

You sighed out as you dipped a finger lower into your hole, gathering your slick that was pooling there before bringing it back to your clit. You circled it gently, applying the slightest pressure, a jolt of pleasure causing your pussy to clench.

Time passed as you both sat there, eyes on each other as you pleasured yourself, the room filled with wet sounds and the mix of both of your moans.

You matched Felix's pace as he stroked his cock, harder and faster, his hips bucking up into his hands. You let out a whimper as you felt the tightening within your belly, the coil tightening, filling your core with warmth.

"Felix, m'close," you moaned as your fingers slipped and slid around your clit, your pussy getting wetter by the minute.

"Yeah? Cum for me? Will you cum for me like a good girl?" Felix cooed. "I'm close too, fuck."

Your breathing increased as the coil expanded in your belly, the feeling getting larger and larger until you tipped over the edge, your walls spasming, clenching down rhythmically as you rode out your high.

You didn't stop rubbing your clit, watching as Felix let out a groan as he bucked his hips, spurts of cum landing on his belly creating a painting with its pearly white sheen.

You pulled your hand away, the feeling of overstimulation settling in. You looked at your best friend, both of you breathing hard as you came down from your highs.

You chuckled as you noticed Felix was pretty much in the same position you put him in, his resolve at staying true to his role admirable.

"You um...you can keep sketching if you'd like," Felix said, his voice soft with uncertainty.

"We literally just got off together and you want me to continue sketching?" you asked incredulously as you cocked your eyebrow.

Felix cleared his throat, his body slighly shifting on the makeshift bed causing his softened cock to jiggle.

"Well...yeah, you paid and all..."

You stared at your best friend in disbelief. You hated that he had a point, you did pay a pretty sum to be here today. But here you were, nude from the waist down, your nether region a mess. You sighed and picked up your pencil, moving your hand to start sketching again.

There was silence once more as you got into the zone, focusing on shading in your sketch. You began to hum to yourself, adjusting yourself sligthly on the stool.

Felix returned to staring at you, watching you get lost in your work. He tried not to remember that you were naked waist down, your pussy seconds away from being on display if you decided to open your legs.

The thought caused arousal to seep through his body once more. He cursed silently as he felt his cock twitch. Why does he have to be turned on by you? He's never had this reaction before for any other client.

Maybe it was because they were strangers, people he didn't know, while you were his best friend, his life line.

He couldn't help it as his thoughts wandered, wondering how you would feel wrapped around him. He wondered how you would sound as he pounded into you, making you feel better than any of your little flings ever could.

He peeked down to look at his lower half as he silently groaned noticing his cock was fully hardened, resting against his belly once more.

You looked up to gather reference and noticed Felix's cock was hard, more of his precum leaking out and onto his belly. You squeezed your thighs together at the sight as your tongue darted out and licked your lips.

"Fuck this," you said, tossing your sketch book to the side.

You stood up and walked towards Felix, lifting your shirt up and over your head in the process. You unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor, your tits spilling out and on view for your friend.

Felix scrambled up quickly and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward him until you stood right in front of his face. He grasped your waist and smashed his lips to yours, letting out a moan as your lips moved with his.

Your hand reached down to grasp his cock, giving it a squeeze. Felix moaned against your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"Can I fuck you y/n?" Felix asked with hope in his eyes.

You've both come this far, why stop now you thought.

"Sure," you agreed as more arousal gushed out of your pussy and onto your thighs at the thought of his cock filling you up.

Felix helped maneuver you onto the makeshift bed as he hovered above you. He spread your legs and pushed them upwards, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy, your slick coating your folds and dripping down your ass.

He brought his thumb down to press against your swollen clit that was peeking through your folds. You let out a whine at the sensation, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"I've waited for this moment for a long time y/n," Felix said, his eyes lifting up to your face.

"Me too," you confessed, your heart swelling at the thought that you both have liked each other probably for years.

He really was your person, your everything, and you would love nothing more than to give yourself fully to him.

Felix smiled down at you before swiping his finger over your clit again, watching as you wiggled your hips at his touch.

"I'm gonna give you my cock now," he grunted, grasping the appendage at the base.

He rubbed his cock through your folds, collecting your slick before pressing against your entrance, his eyes glued to how his head disappeared within your hole.

You mewled as he withdrew his cock just to press into your entrance again as he fucked you with just the tip.

"Felix, please," you whimpered, holding your legs open even more.

"Want my cock hm?" Felix asked, his eyes on yours. He watched as your mouth hung open, soft moans falling out as he teased you, spreading your folds open with just his head.

He was faring no better as he felt a shutter run through him, every time he sunk his tip within your warmth.

"Fuck me," you commanded, your eyes snapping open and staring Felix down.

You reached for his cock, your hand wrapping around the shaft. You wiggled your hips attempting to take more of his cock, ignoring how Felix was laughing at you.

"Ok, ok, don't get your panties in a twist," Felix chuckled. "Oh wait, you lost those hours ago, so desperate for my cock y/n."

Without any other warning, he slammed his hips into yours with a groan, sinking his length within your walls until bottomed out.

"Fuck, so warm and tight," he grunted as he began to thrust his hips into yours, withdrawing his cock just until he was all the way out and pushing back in.

You pussy clenched around him, the feeling of his cock stretching you out causing waves of pleasure to settle in your pelvis.

Felix grasped your legs, pushing them further to your chest as he pummeled his hips to yours, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He couldn't believe how tight you were, how your walls molded around his cock perfectly, like you were made for him.

His moans mingled with yours, as you both chased your highs. Felix licked his fingers and brought them back down to your clit, the digits slipping and sliding along the nub, causing shocks of pleasure to wreck your frame.

"Shit, I'm close, gonna cum. Can I come inside?" Felix panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

"Please, need your cum!" you whimpered as your pussy contracted at the thought of his cum within you.

Felix slammed his hips into yours once more before stilling, ropes of his cum flooding your walls.

"That's it, take my cum," Felix cooed as he continued to finger your clit.

You let out a loud moan as you came, your arousal seeping out of your pussy, coating Felix's cock as he thrusted his hips into yours a few more times to help you ride out your high.

Felix peered down at you, his eyes searching yours as you panted, your hands running down your body. He slowly withdrew his softening cock, his eyes glued to how his cum leaked out of your pussy, a smile gracing his face.

He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips once more as he whispered "I love you."

You carded your fingers through his hair, eagerly returning the kiss.

"And I love you Felix," you cooed.

You both laid there a little longer, exchanging soft kisses, neither one of you in a rush to move.

After a while, Felix perked up, mischief in his eyes.

"Wanna keep sketching? You still have another hour."

You smirked at the suggestion, knowing exactly where it will lead, and that was definitely ok with you.

"Sure thing, let's go for another round," you teased with a grin.

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[midnight-shadow-cafe]

hiii, so this might be a weird request but would you ever write like a lesbian reader and the 141 (platonic!!!!!!). maybe she's a sergeant in the team. she's like come to terms with the fact she'll never date and they try to set her up or smth.

i know this is an unusual request so genuinely feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable writing it lol

Operation: Get Our Sergeant a Date

Pairing: Platonic!Task Force 141 x Lesbian!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, awkward attempts at matchmaking, mentions of past insecurity, mild teasing

Author's Note: Happy Pride Month to every queer reader out there. This is for the lesbians. Hope you all enjoy! You deserve your spotlight!

Summary: You’ve long since accepted that romance just isn’t in the cards for you. But the 141 boys? They’ve got a different plan.

Masterlist

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The barracks were unusually quiet for a Thursday night. No gunfire in the background. No barking drill sergeant. No Gaz cussing out Soap over FIFA.

Just the soft glow of your desk lamp and the hum of your laptop, where your night was being spent with a glass of lukewarm tea and an absolutely soul-crushing logistics report. Real romantic, you thought drily.

"Knock, knock," a deep voice called from the doorframe. You didn't look up—there was only one person on base who sounded like gravel and soot had a baby.

"Price. Unless you've come to take over this report, I'm gonna pretend you’re a ghost."

He ignored your threat and stepped in, followed by three shadows. You didn’t need to look. You could feel Soap’s energy bouncing off the walls and Gaz trying to suppress a grin. Ghost, as usual, was just a silent wall of intimidation and judgment.

You sighed, setting the report aside. “Am I dying? Are you all here to deliver bad news?”

Soap flopped onto your bunk like he lived there. “Nah. Intervention.”

"God. What now?"

Price crossed his arms, beard twitching. “You’ve been acting… off.”

"Define off," you challenged.

Gaz chimed in. "Like someone who's given up on joy. On life. On—"

“On getting laid,” Soap finished, as cheerfully as someone announcing the weather.

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“We’re worried about you, Sergeant,” Price said, far too serious for what was clearly about to be absolute nonsense. “You’ve been dodging social events. Not even cracking jokes with Laswell anymore. So. We figured it's time.”

"Time for what?" you asked flatly.

“Operation: Get Our Sergeant a Date,” Ghost said darkly, from where he leaned against your wall. You didn’t think he’d actually speak—but he did. And you almost screamed.

“No,” you said immediately, standing up. “Absolutely not. Don’t you dare try and set me up.”

Soap raised his hands in innocence. “C’mon! You’re always lookin’ after us, but you never let anyone take care of you. Thought maybe you just needed a little push.”

Gaz sat on your desk, looking at you like you were a sad puppy in the rain. “You’re brilliant. Gorgeous. Hilarious. Don’t make that face—you are. If the problem’s just that you don’t like men—”

“I don’t like men,” you said, deadpan.

“Exactly,” Gaz beamed. “So we made sure we’re lookin’ in the right pool.”

“…What.”

Price stepped forward, holding up a folder.

A literal folder.

You stared at him, horrified. “Is that… a dossier?”

"Backgrounds. Likes. Military clearance. Some are civvies, some aren’t. Thought we’d narrow it down for you."

"You lunatics made me a dating profile?!"

"Think of it more like… a tactical asset compatibility file," Soap offered with a wink.

You groaned and sank into your chair. “I don’t even want to date. It’s not like people line up to be with some tired, gay, sarcastic grunt with commitment issues and a coffee addiction.”

There was a beat of silence.

And then Ghost, very softly, said: “That’s the most relatable thing I’ve ever heard.”

Soap leaned over dramatically, throwing an arm around you. “Don’t talk like you’re some lost cause. We just want you to be happy. If that means setting you up with a hot tattoo artist who rescues stray dogs in her spare time—”

“She rescues dogs?” you asked suspiciously.

Soap lit up. “Knew that’d get your attention!”

Price chuckled. “Look. No pressure. But if you ever change your mind, you’ve got a whole task force ready to vet the good ones and scare off the bad.”

Gaz grinned. “And if they break your heart, Ghost’ll bury ‘em in the woods.”

You looked around at the idiots in your room—the world’s most lethal, most stubborn, most insufferably well-meaning idiots—and felt a warmth spread in your chest you hadn’t felt in a while.

Maybe you were still figuring out the whole love thing.

But right now?

You were loved.

And that was a damn good start.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[runforthehillsbestie]

Sympathy For The Devil

Part 1 - we're gonna die

Pairing - Thomas Hewitt x Female reader

Read the story context and warnings here

He'd let you hitch a ride if you gave him a blowjob. An even trade, he said, reaching out the window of his pickup to brush a strand of your tangled hair out of your face. How he could even think of that when he saw a bloodied, limping girl with a black eye, you wouldn't know. But then again, you looked weak and vulnerable, and he didn't think to ask what had happened to you, or if that was your blood. His mistake.

You get in the truck.

He wastes no time, unbuckling his pants with one hand and driving with the other.

"You know what to do?" He asks, and you nod silently, running your sore tongue over your teeth.

You'd bitten it when your boyfriend punched you--now your ex by way of death. It's his blood that is soaked into your clothes, causing your shirt to stick to your skin.

"Well? Go ahead," the man says. "Earn your way. Suck me real good, and I'll even buy you dinner."

The thought of food makes your stomach rumble. Food, clothes, money. You hadn't thought of any of those things while you hauled your boyfriend's still-warm body to the river and let the rushing water drag him away. You can't go back home. Your father probably won't shoot you upon sight like vermin, but you're not entirely certain. No need to risk it. You paid a heavy price to get away from your family, and you're not about to go back now.

"C'mon," the man coaxes. "See, I even got it nice and hard for you."

"Keep your eyes on the road," you mutter, your voice coming out hoarse from all the screaming you did earlier.

"So you can speak! Will you look at that," he crows.

You lean down and take his shaft in your hand, angling it towards your mouth. The moment you slip the swollen head past your lips, he sighs contentedly.

"Yeah, that's it," he groans, rubbing your back before he lifts his hand to your hair.

You wince as he begins to tug, guiding you to take him deeper. You play along until his grunts and moans are loud enough to cover the clicking sound of the razor knife as you pull it out of the waistband of your shorts and extend the blade. It's tacky with your boyfriend's arterial blood. You hesitate.

How do I do this?

You learned quickly that it's harder to kill a person in real life than it is in the movies. Your boyfriend's screams echo in your mind, raising goosebumps on your arm. You palm the razor blade and wonder if maybe, you should leave this guy alone. After all, dinner would be nice...

"The fuck?" The man says, and you tuck the blade away and lift your head.

A massive tree has fallen on the fork in the road, blocking one side off. He doesn't seem to notice the way the trunk looks neatly sawed-off, as though someone used a chainsaw to cut it down.

"Shit, I'm going to have to call the long way through that fucking town," he groans, thumping the steering wheel.

"There's a town?" You perk up.

"It's abandoned," the man replies. "Nothin' out there but ghosts and wild animals." He wheels the pickup onto the dusty road and floors it.

You pass a rusty sign that says Welcome to the town of Fuller and whip by houses with broken, boarded-up windows and sagging porches. The late afternoon sun beams into your eyes as it begins to settle on the horizon.

"There's no need to go so fast," you tell him, but he only scoffs.

"Wouldn't want to be driving on this road in the dark. I've heard some stories. Hey, weren't you busy? Get back to it."

You shrug and lean down to revive his half-hard cock but before you can, something pops. The car skids, and the man curses and slams on the brakes. He pushes you away and yanks his pants closed.

"What the hell was that?" He says, jumping out of the truck.

It's a flat tire, you discover when you get out and join him.

He kicks the wheel angrily. "Now I got to change the damn thing. At least I have a spare." He pauses and gazes at you. "Hold on a minute, this is your fault, isn't it?"

You're not in the mood for games, so you level him with a hard stare. If he tries anything, you'll go for his throat.

"Those stories talk about hitchhikers that appear around these parts like some kind of bad omen. Plenty of travelers have gone missing after picking one of them up." He notices your hand lingering close to your hip. "What have you got there?"

"Nothing." You back away as he strides forward.

"Let me see," he demands, quickly escalating into shouting at you and threatening to leave you here.

You feel something black and ugly rising inside you, your lips curling into a sneer. He doesn't like that and lifts his hand to hit you. You put all your strength in your legs, ready to spring forward and bury the razor knife into his neck, when a gunshot goes off. He staggers backward, clutching at his shoulder, going pale with shock. He tumbles to the floor as blood pours over his fingers. A man appears on the side of the road, chuckling. That's when you notice the cop car tucked behind the bushes.

"Shame on you, raisin' your hand on a woman like that," he drawls and turns to you. "Sheriff Hoyt, at your service. You alright, Miss?"

You nod wordlessly. He has a sheriff's badge and a cream-colored hat resting over his bushy grey brows. His jaw works as he chews on something, spitting dark saliva against the ground as he saunters over to the man on the ground.

"Y-you shot me," the man stammers. "What the fuck, you shot me."

"And I'd say it serves you right! Think I didn't notice you blowin' through here going 80 in a 45, hmm?"

"Wha--" the man groans. "I'm bleeding."

"Put some pressure on it, wussy," Sheriff Hoyt says. "Both of you, in my car."

"But I need a hospital!" The man cries out.

"We'll get you fixed at the station." Sheriff Hoyt grunts. "Now get in, son, 'fore I put another hole in you. You too, Missy."

Your fingertips itch at the tempting thought of your razor blade tucked away in your shorts, but you eye the gun at his hip and decide now is not the time to be taking gambles. You get in the Sheriff's car, and he drives down the road. "M-my truck," the man says. "Someone'll come by to pick up that hunk of junk," Sheriff Hoyt says. There's nothing but the sound of the injured man's breathing and the squeak of the loose hinges of the doors. Sheriff Hoyt adjusts the review mirror, taking a long look at your chest. You haven't got a bra on, and the sticky shirt is abrasive against your nipples, making them perky.

"Aren't you a sight," he says. "Whose blood is that?"

"It's not mine." You cross your arms over your chest. "I thought this town was abandoned, Sheriff."

"Well, someone's gotta make sure the bikers and hooligans don't make a mess of this place," he says, spitting out the window.

In a few minutes, the Sheriff's car pulls up to a large farmhouse sitting amongst a graveyard of dusty cars and leaning barbed wire fences.

"This isn't the police station," the man mumbles, his speech slightly slurred, eyes hazy. "You said we were going to the station."

"Mae can fix you up good as any," Sheriff Hoyt says, getting out of the car with a grunt.

You watch as he comes around to the man's side and yanks open the door, leaning his hands on his knees as he leans down to look at the man. His eyes gleam with a sadistic cruelty you know far too well.

"Boy, you don't look too good," he says. "Let's get you inside. Tommy?! Come out here and help me bring in this poor sod."

Even though the man is almost delirious from blood loss, he can tell something is wrong. He begins to shake his head.

"Nuh-uh," he slurs. "I won't go in there."

Sheriff Hoyt plunges his thumb and pointer finger into the wound on his shoulder and swishes them wetly around. The man howls in agony. You push open your door and get out.

"There now, here's the bullet," Sheriff Hoyt is saying. "You'll be fine, quit your bawlin'."

The farmhouse is sitting on what was once a functioning farm, but now there's nothing but broken farming equipment and dry yellow grass. Your gut instincts have served you well so far, and you trust them. Right now? Everything in you is putting up warning flags and ringing alarm bells. You're in danger. It's instinct that causes you to start running, but you only make it a few feet before you bump into the biggest, burliest man you've ever seen. You catch a glimpse of black scruffy hair and dark eyes before something hits you hard on the head, and you slide bonelessly to the floor with spots in your vision.

"Tommy, you almost let her get away," a female voice is chiding. "One look at a pretty face and you lose your wits, don't you?"

You roll onto your back and find an old lady with a soft face and fluffy blond-grey hair peering down at you.

"Shhh," she says. "Go to sleep, hun."

It's not like you want to, but your head hurts and your eyes feel heavy, so you close them for just a moment. It feels like a few seconds pass before you open them again, but when you do, you're in a different location. A basement, maybe, because you can see stairs on the right that go up. Water drips persistently from a pipe nearby, and butcher knives and meat hooks hang from the rafters. Your shoulders are tight and burning with pain. You've been hung up by your wrists, the scratchy rope biting into your skin. Your toes are just a few inches off the ground. You hear the thump of footsteps and squeeze your eyes shut, pretending you're still passed out but peeking through your eyelashes.

It's the huge man you saw earlier, and he's got the pickup driver tossed over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. He has a mask that covers most of his face. It seems to be made of strips of leather with a hole in the middle, showing you a glimpse of his unsmiling mouth. You watch as he proceeds to tie the man's wrists together with a thick rope, tugging several times to make sure he's secure before he hangs him from one of the meat hooks just like you are. He screams as his shoulders take the brunt of his weight, and he seems to pass out again.

While you ache all over, most of the pain is gathering low in your belly. You realize you've started your period, of all things. It's often irregular, causing you to spend a day or two in complete agony as it tends to come up on you fast. You can tell from the warmth in your panties that you're about to soak right through. You let out a soft groan as your muscles clench up, and the man spins around to look at you. You flinch as your eyes connect with his. There's a primal hunger in them, like the eyes of an animal.

He lumbers over to you, gripping something laughably tiny in his hand. It's your razor knife. He twists it one way, then the other, looking at the blood on it. He prods your ribs and stomach, looking for the cause of the blood on your shirt.

"It's not mine," you croak, swallowing to try and wet your sore, dry throat. "The blood, I mean."

Not that blood, anyway.

You feel a trickle of warmth down your thigh, and since he's looking at you, he notices as well. His calloused fingers scrape against your inner thigh as he smears at the blood. It's warm, of course, and fresh. He lifts your shirt just high enough to check your belly, but other than the bruise on your side from your ex-boyfriend's boot, there's nothing to see. His thick fingers fumble with the button on your shorts. Finally, he yanks them down and they slide down your calves and catch on your shoes. You can't see, but you know your white cotton panties are crimson at the crotch. You can't see much of his face thanks to his unruly hair and that strange mask, but he seems confused.

"I've got my period," you tell him.

He doesn't seem to care that you're talking to him, his chin lowered to his chest as he stares between your legs.

You try again. "I'm menstruating?"

He tugs your panties off, and you cringe, unable to do anything other than hang there, your shoulders begging for relief and a big ball of pain in your belly. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him hunker down, putting his face way too close to your intimate parts. He's still holding your razor blade. You're almost relieved when he reaches out with his empty hand, though that changes to dismay when he drags his finger through your folds, coating it in blood. You jump and squeeze your legs together, letting out a shriek when he smacks you on the thigh, a clear sign that he wants you to keep them open.

Your thigh stings, and your whole body trembles as you let yourself go lax again. He's still confused about where exactly you're bleeding from because you're clearly not injured. His thick finger prods between your folds, and when he finds a spot that seems to open up, he promptly pushes his finger in. You cry out in shock more than anything. He has his finger up in your pussy. It's thick and rough, simultaneously scraping and stretching your walls. You whine at the intrusion.

"Supper's in a minute!" Sheriff Hoyt calls, and you hear his footsteps clunk down the stairs.

"Cleanin' up your dolls?" He asks as he comes in, pausing as his eyes fall on the sight of the man crouched in front of you with his finger pressed into you.

Your cheeks burn with humiliation, and you look away, gritting your teeth. He grins.

"Well, well, would you look at that! Looks like Tommy's learned something new, haven't you, Boy?"

Tommy pulls his hand back, staring at your blood, which winds down his palm in a trail of red. Sheriff Hoyt whistles when he sees it.

"What, did you just pop her cherry?"

"It's period blood," you hiss angrily.

"Oh, Tommy doesn't know about that stuff," Sheriff Hoyt says. "Now's a good time as any for a lesson, I reckon."

He ambles closer, sticking his thumbs through his belt loops. "Why don't you go ahead and try that, son? Have a taste."

"No!" You splutter, queasy at the thought.

Tommy lifts his finger to his mouth and you hear a wet sucking sound as it disappears into the hole in his mask. He grunts.

"Whatcha think?" Sheriff Hoyt says, his gaze glued between your legs. "Does that taste good?"

Tommy nods, and Sheriff Hoyt laughs. "There's plenty more, son. All for the takin'."

"No," you whine, squirming in place. "Nooo. Stop!"

Tommy's hands, large and warm, clasp around your thighs. You try to kick him, but he pulls you close with a yank, kneeling on the waterlogged floor. His breath blows between your legs, and you freeze at his noisy, ragged inhale.

"There we go," Sheriff Hoyt says, rubbing the bulge in his pants as he watches. "Lookie, he's a natural!"

You shriek when you feel the material of the mask against your skin and a wet tongue probing against your pussy. It's a horrible, terrible sensation, dragging both a painful cramp and the slightest bolt of pleasure out of you.

"Stop," you whimper as you dangle.

Tommy ignores you and presses closer, his muffled breathing noisy and hot as he laps at your folds. His hands dig into your thighs to the point of pain, dimpling your skin, and he squeezes, sampling their softness. The pain in your shoulders is so overwhelming that when Sheriff Hoyt tells you to rest your knees on Tommy's shoulders, you do it without hesitation, moaning in relief as your shoulders get a break. This brute can lick you all he wants if it means you get to stay perched right there. Sheriff Hoyt is watching Tommy closely.

"Hold your horses, son, we can't have you bricked up at the table."

Tommy doesn't stop, and you jump when you even feel a slight aggrieved nip, like he wants to continue.

"Don't bite me there," you gasp. "Please."

"Thomas Hewitt!" Sheriff Hoyt shouts. "You stop that right now."

Tommy freezes. Slowly, he scoots back. You're unprepared to bear your weight and squeak when you jangle back down. Tommy rises to his feet, towering over the Sheriff. His hands open and close in loose fists. He could probably snap the Sheriff in half if he wanted to, but the shorter man looks unconcerned.

"Gotta learn some self-control," Sheriff Hoyt grunts and gestures to the stairs. "Come on up now. That filly ain't going nowhere."

Together they disappear up the stairs, leaving you in the dark. A few minutes later, the man on the hook stirs, letting out a bone-deep sound of pain as he wakes up. He raises his head and spots you hanging a few feet away, bare on the bottom. Now, when he looks at you, the only thing in his eyes is terror.

"We're gonna die," he rasps. "We're going to fucking die."

Part 2 - whatever it takes

@runforthehillsbestie

[lara4eclipze]

𝓢cream for me

— ( 🔪 ) when you put your body on mine, and collide — collide

daniela avanzini x fem!reader, suggestive, fluff, swearing, mentions of murder, torture, dani is possesive and most of the time jelous here, wc [?], tags listed below

north side high has never been this quiet, well ever since the murder cases started floating people became paranoid — especially you, the people dying were either close with you or you had once talked too

you always had this feeling that you were next, its like the perpetrator is pickin out your circle of friends one by one, and each time someone died the knife inches closer to you

so did the blame, with an unknown killer on the loose everyone is pointing fingers on who it might be, and you? your the main suspect like mentioned earlier everyone dying was in your circle

"i just don't know, karlee — I'm scared" you mutter through the call, you've been on this call for maybe 6 hours, and it gave you a sense of safety having someone to talk to

it terrified you that you might be next, you wanted to know the motive, why would the killer pick off your friends one by one, and what did they do to deserve that

"y/n... I'm hearing something in our kitchen" karlee mutters fear evident in her voice, your heart drops thinking of the worst thing that could happen, and your hands tighten their grip on the phone squeezing it impossibly tight

"fuck- , karlee stay put I'm gonna call the police" you frantically stutter, "no you wouldn't" you hear a menacing voice speak on the line, your face turns pale upon the realization

the next second you heard karlees blood curdling scream, the camera was pitch black but you can tell from the sounds of guts and blood that she was getting torn apart

you cried hearing the pain karlee was in — your hands shake as you kept hearing the splattering of blood, till it started fading

"y/n.." you hear karlees broken sob — "oh shut up" you hear the perpetrator spit after so stabbing karlee one last time taking the life out of the girl

you didn't know what to do, your tears fell in sorrow and fear — the police came asking you what happened and it was hard to say the least — just remembering how karlee screamed and how you couldn't do anything

the next day, daniela your friend asked to sleepover, saying her parents were out of town and she didn't feel safe alone, you lived alone and having someone around was good for you

"hi dani" you mutter letting daniela in — your eyebags were huge and your so shaky that even daniela couldn't help but feel a tiny bit guilty, "how are you handling things?" daniela softly asked as you two sat on your bed — "i don't k-know.." you sputtered before you ultimately sobbed

the latina immediately hugged you as you fell down on her, an odd sense of triumph ran through her, she knew she had successfully eliminated anyone who could stop her from having what she wanted the most — you

"shh, its okay — ill keep you safe" she whispers like a lullaby to you as you've finally calmed down a bit — "I'm sorry karlee died, y/n" dani follows

then it clicked for you — the police had kept karlees death a secret and its not like the latina was related to any authority figure

you tense up thinking of your safety, how you are probably hugging the killer, the very one who stabbed and killed your friends, the older woman realized how she slipped up and she right away tightens her hug on your torso

"y/n its either you stay with me or you're fucking next, i will do anything to have you" daniela spits, you freeze just letting her handle you she slowly hugs you again softing her voice

daniela holds your face in between her hands, "cause if you tell who'd believe you?, would they listen to the number one suspect?" daniela condescendingly mocks you

"if you dare try to escape me, ill fucking kill everyone in this place" she threatened still smiling sickeningly sweet, you wanted justice but is it worth losing more people to?

it haunted you how you couldn't help, how you couldn't tell anyone who the killer was, after that day daniela always had her eyes on you, she somehow planted cameras in your dorm tracking your every move

you hated her guts, you hated daniela avanzini — yet you knew one wrong move and you'll be bleeding in your dorm without anyone knowing why

[mrsknowitallll]

Blackbird

Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Black Plus Size Reader

Summary: Smoke has plenty of demons, most he can’t shake, most that keep him up at night, but despite it all he loves you more than anything in the world and will go to the ends of the earth to protect you, after a bad dream that leaves him spiraling it’s your turn to protect him.

Warning - Depctions of ptsd, nightmares, trauma, post war anxiety, tremors, etc.

A/N - This been in the drafts for a minute, something short sweet and comforting for our baby smoke cause he deserves it. Also probably a few mistakes, imma fix em later.

The ghosts of Smoke's past were heavy, sometimes entirely too much for him to bare, so much so that oftentimes he felt he'd be crushed beneath the weight.

The only person that truly understood him was his brother. He saw him for exactly who he was beneath his tough exterior, every demon he possessed, every sin he wouldn't dare speak aloud, every fear he did his best to keep hidden, all the worst parts of him. Despite it all though, his brother loved him anyway.

But his brother was gone now and all that he had left was himself.

Then you came along.

It wasn't easy to let someone else in after everything that happened to him, to be vulnerable and expose them to every side, the good, the bad and the ugly, the scars, the wounds that ran deeper than anyone could have ever imagined.

But you saw all of him and decided to love him anyway just as his brother did, to care for him, to protect him.

Tonight was just one of those nights, you could always tell when it was gonna be a tough one because his demeanor changed completely, he'd grow cold, closed off. Not on purpose, it was almost second nature, an instinct he developed over time, a way to protect himself.

He was distant throughout the day, almost as if he wasn't there at all,  somewhere else entirely. He didn't speak much, didn't want to be touched  and his tremors were so bad that he could barely eat, unable to hold his utensils for long without dropping them.

You were patient with him through it all, giving him the space that he needed, letting him come to you when he felt like it.

When nightfall rolled around you were alone for most of the night, Smoke's side of the bed cold and empty.

You tossed and turned for a while, unable to fall asleep without him by your side.

Just when you had made your mind up and decided to go look for him he came through the door, heavy eyes sweeping over you, exhaustion seeping from his being.

He striped off his clothes until only boxers remained, reclaiming his spot in bed next to you and pulling you close, tucking your head under his chin and throwing an arm around your waist, a rough hand squeezing the fat of your bare thigh.

"I'm here you know... I ain't going nowhere, imma always be here." You whispered, a mantra you always repeated when he got like this, you knew that sometimes he just needed the reminder.

He stayed silent, pulling you closer and pecking your forehead.

Surprisingly he had fallen asleep first, he had to have been really exhausted because sleep didn't come easy for him. You were just happy he was getting the rest he needed.

The steady sound of his heart beat began to lull you asleep but just before you could slip out of conciousness Smoke had began stir.

At first it was slow, small mutters under his breath, head lolling from side to side.

Then began to scream, his words unintelligible as he thrashed nearly knocking you off the bed.

He was having a night terror.

You got on your feet, keeping your voice calm and steady as you kneeled beside him, calling out to your lover.

"Elijah, come on baby wake up you're having a bad dream, it's not real okay? Come back to me baby please, it's just a dream, a really bad dream." You began to tear up.

Slowly but surely he stopped, his body relaxing partially, hands still shaky, sweat beading on his forehead.

His eyes shot open and he sat up quickly beginning to sob.

You let him cry for a while, rubbing his back comfortingly, whispering sweet nothings, letting him get it all out.

"Let's go outside and get some fresh air." You spoke softly, grabbing him by the arm and leading him toward the front door.

You sat on the edge of the porch and he laid across you, head in your lap.

"I'm sorry." He spoke up after a while, voice barely above a whisper.

You looked down at him in surprise but he didn't look back, ashamed to meet your eyes.

"Hey look at me." You hooked a finger beneath his chin, turning his head toward your own.

He finally glanced up, eyes red and puffy from crying.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for, don’t be apologizing to me, ‘specially not for crying.” You spoke slightly stern.

“I’m supposed to be strong, to hold you when you cry, not the other way around. I feel so weak.” He huffed.

“You always do, now it’s my turn. And ain’t nothing weak bout allowing yourself to feel things, to express yourself, to cry or kick or scream. Ain’t nothing weak bout being vulnerable Elijah. You’ve been through hell and more, i ain’t expecting you to be strong all the time.” You stroked his face gently.

“I need you to know that i got you as much as you got me, that i’ll always be there to catch you when you fall, to give you strength when you’re feeling weak, for as long as i have breath in my body i’ll protect you, just as you protect me.” You pecked his lips gently.

“I love you.” He whispered against your lips.

“And I love you.” You replied.

The both of you stared off into the night sky, hearts heavy, minds uncertain of the journey ahead, but one thing the both of you knew for certain is that you had each other, and that’s all that mattered.