#bryce langley fanfiction

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 31: Coercion

To the Brotherhood

Summary:  Carter and Bryce have the biggest surprise for you

Pairings:  Carter Baizen X Reader X Bryce Langley

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, road head, groping, implied fingering, unprotected sex, PIV sex, double penetration, anal sex, praise kink, creampie, gang bang, mentions of murder, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.8K

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You run out ahead of the two boys who just wouldn’t leave you alone.  Turning back to look at them you giggle, as they try to reach out for you, “Missed me again, Carter!” You continue running, until Bryce is able to catch up, jumping in front of you, and Carter comes from behind.  

“Caught you, Starlight,” Bryce says, placing an open mouth kiss to your neck.  Carter’s hands start to roam around your hips, dipping lower when you push them away.

“No, no sharing yet.”

“Why?” Bryce whines.  He sticks his lower lip out, while Carter rests his chin on your shoulder.  “We’ve been taking turns and watching for awhile.  Can’t we just try and share?”

“Yeah, Starlight, we will be so good for you.”

With Carter’s arms around your hips, and you grow wetter by the second, you look at Bryce.  Would it be so bad, and terrible if you just let them share you like they had wanted.  Taking turns with them had been fun.  You loved having Carter taunt Bryce, while he slowly stroked his cock.  Or when Bryce had you in the floor fucking into you, while Carter pretended to be watching a movie.  The strain in his pants proved just how much he had enjoyed the show.

“Have you ever heard of men sharing women?”

“You have no idea,” Carter responds, nibbling on your ear.  “Come on, let’s go back to the house,” your body stiffens up.  There was something off about that house.  The boys wanted to act that you were being silly, but there were secrets within those walls.  

“Why don’t you tell me who else lives there?” You cock up your eyebrow, pulling Bryce closer to you and Carter.  Letting them get a tiny taste of sandwiching you.  

“Why is it any of your business?  It’s just an old frat house. Some of the alums visit with their wives, or girlfriends, and they like things to stay quiet.  I think they’re all there tonight.  Maybe after we’ve got you loosened up, you can meet them,” Bryce’s slots his lips against yours, while Carter kisses along your neck.  His body rocks into the back of your ass, and it just felt so damn good.

“But, won’t people hear?” You pant out.  Carter smiles on your neck, starting to nip at the sensitive area.  “I mean won’t — people care?”

“A couple of the members are in a poly relationship.  This isn’t just sex,” Bryce’s hand kneads on your tit,  and you start to melt on him.  “It’s nothing, and even if there weren't others, who cares?  Don’t me and Carter make you feel good?”

Carter’s hands start drifting up your dress, and your body folds, pushing your ass into him, whimpering out both of their names, “Wouldn’t you like to know what we both feel like in you?  We would treat you so good, it would open up so many more opportunities.  They’ll love you.”

“I want both of you,” your voice was already wrecked, and they hadn’t done anything.  Feeling over your body out in the open, and you really just wanted them inside of you.

“Of course you do,” Carter says as a car pulls up.  He opens the door letting Bryce and yourself crawl in, and gives a nod to the man in the front.  You were letting their hands continue to tease you, not caring that there was a girl leaned over in the front seat.  Her head bobbing on the driver’s dick.  You didn’t pay any attention to her gagging as she sucked the life out of him through his cock.  Or notice how that car was randomly right where Carter and Bryce needed them to be.  No, you didn’t care.  

You had a leg draped on either side of them as they took turns palming you over your covered core.  The three of you in the oddest make out ring.  Taking turns with each other, or you watching the two of them.  Biting on your lip, when Carter dips below your panties.  “Fuck,” the woman in the front seat grunts.

“Shh, you only got to go because Muffin and Justin couldn’t handle anymore.  Back to work,” he says, pushing her back down.  He pulls into the clubhouse, and gives a nod to the two boys, “We’ll be seeing you later.  Fuck, right there.”

Picking you up, Bryce lets your legs wrap tight around him.  His hands lifting you up, rubbing your sex over him, “She’s so hot, Carter.  She won’t need any prep.  Are you excited about finally taking both of us?  How do you want us?  Your cunt, ass, or mouth?”

You mewl as he takes you into a new room.  A gigantic mirror on the wall, to better watch them tear you apart.  With a look at your reflection, you knew it was going to be a long night.  “Not my mouth,” you sigh as Carter starts to take your clothes off.  Making sure to give you plenty of kisses over your heated skin.  Bryce walks to the side, hitting a button to start recording the session, but also grabbing up some lube.

Walking back to you, he stumbles trying to get out of his clothes, “I want her ass,” he says with a grunt.  Carter didn’t care, he just wanted the three of you connected finally.

He squirts some lube on his cock, while you start to crawl over Carter.  Not waiting for Bryce as you start to ride Carter.  You look over at the mirror watching as you work yourself over him.  Able to see Bryce smirking at you, before walking behind the two of you.  Pouring some of the lube out on your tight hole.  He watches you fuck Carter a moment, before grabbing at your hips.

“Stop moving, Starlight,” he runs his tip over your puckered hole, massaging over the tight entrance before he pushes through.  You gasp at the intrusion.  Sure they had each had your ass, but your cunt had been empty.  Now here Carter was petting over your face, while Bryce took his time sliding into your ass.  Stopping only when he bottoms out, and you release a deep moan.  The both of them kiss over your sticky skin.  “You took us both so well.”

“It was like you were made for us.

“I always knew you had it in you.”

“I bet you feel us in your stomach, huh?”

Non stop praises over and over again, while you try and focus on the torturous pleasure.  Out of your mind and out of your body, just pure euphoria.  You had taken them both at the same time, and there was a beauty in it. A fullness you couldn’t explain, nor would you want to.  It was just Carter, Bryce, and you.  

Both of them stare at you like the goddess you are.  Their hands soothingly touch over your body, such a juxtaposition to the way that they rut into you.  Carter was more smooth, while Bryce was grabbing you.  Neither could get enough of you, or this moment.  You were clenching around them in minutes, and a pleasure that makes everything go white rushes over your body.

“Did you come already?” Bryce asks, taking a nibble of your shoulder.  His pelvis barely pushes into you, while he watches you come back down from your high.

“Oh, Bryce, she’s in for a treat then.  Go on and finish, she’s got a long night ahead of her.  You’re finally going to become one of us.  You want that don’t you?”

“Yes.  I want to always be a part of you.”

“Good.  To the brotherhood,” Bryce grabs tightly to your hips, and stabs into your ass.  Utterly destroying you, while Carter tries to keep you relaxed.

“What’s mine is theirs,” he smiles at you, but you were too busy, laying your body on his chest.  Letting the two of them make a mess of you, while you enjoy taking them both.  Your body accommodated them both so well, and that was a good thing.

You squeeze onto Carter’s arms as Bryce pounds into you.  Both of their cocks twitch inside your body, and you wonder if this was always what it was going to be like.  Would you always feel this good with them?  But when their spunk fills you to the brim simultaneously with the three of you coming, you know it’s true.

“Move aside, boys,” that was a new voice.  You peek around you and Bryce and see your professor standing at the door.  “It’s time to start your new life.  Thirty-two more times.  You know the rules.  Don’t cum in her.  If she passes out, keep going.  When we’re finished, Carter and Bryce will stay with her.  Feed her, give her water, massage her aching body, and then she’ll be fitted with her own bracelet.”

“What’s happening?” You ask as Bryce gets off of you.  Carter pushes you to the side as more men come into the room.  “What’s going on?”

“Starlight, you wanna be with us, right?”

“Y-y-yeah,” your legs get jerked down the bed, as a large man starts to take himself out.

“This is Ari,” Bryce lets you know.  Ari’s hand runs up your slit, watching your boyfriends cum ooze out of both of your holes.  “There are more.  We protect our own.  So we need to be a part of one another.  Just take it like a good girl.”

Ari’s length slams into you, and you chirp looking at them.  “It’s the only way we can be together,” Carter lets you know.  Sitting on the bed beside you as he pets your hair gently.  “We take care of our own.  They have to know that you’re worth taking of.”

“They?”

You watch confused as men upon men walk into your room.  All staring at where Ari connects to you.  His pace was brutal.  His hands tight on your body.  Counting thirty-two more men.  “They don’t have to touch you after this.  But they will protect all of us.  We’ll have a good life.  You understand don’t you?”

Ari’s thumb presses on your clit, and he gives your little bean hard tight circles.  “You won’t remember most of us,” Ari grunts, shooting his load up your chest.  “But we’ll all remember you,” he taps on another man’s shoulder while he moves to you.  Flipping you around on your knees.

“It’s a business deal, Starlight.  Welcome to your new life.  Just relax.  We’ll take care of the rest,” Bryce lets you know that his name was Frank that was commanding you.  

“Okay,” you whine, and both the boys move to pet your skin.

“We’ll be with you the whole time.”

“And, should they hurt you, we kill them,” a man with long hair leans down beside you, brushing your hair out of your face.  “Just ask Rumlow’s girl.  She now belongs to Steve and Bucky.  We don’t hurt our Omegas.  We protect them.”

Pleasure courses through your veins as Frank lets his spend spurt on your ass.  His absence was quickly replaced by another.  And then another.  And another, losing count and consciousness, but you were welcoming it.  Protection.  Love.  A built in family.  And above all else…TO THE BROTHERHOOD.

THE END

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[royalsweetteaa]

His sunflower

Pairing: Stepbrother!Bryce Langley x reader

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - This following fic contains: explicit smut, stepcest, dom/sub dynamic, angst, fluff, possessive!Bryce, jealousy, Hayden (Harvard hottie) makes an appearance, brief Hayden x reader, penetrative/unprotected sex, heartbreak, degradation, pet names (baby, sunny, sunflower).

Summary: After a long lasting scandalous ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with your stepbrother Bryce, you decide it’s best to put it to an end, especially now that you have another guy on your love radar.

It’s been one year since your mother married Mr. Langley, Bryce & Maya’s father and you became a part of the family. It’s also been 7 months since you first did the most disgraceful thing, which was to hook up with Bryce, your stepbrother.

Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.

Since then, you have barely resisted each other with Bryce always being determined to feast on you whenever he got the chance, - another addiction a part from his drugs.

He would always seek you, and a few times you would seek him for some relief. College had been piling up work, and you were having a hard time keeping up with the amount of stress you easily built. It didn’t help that Bryce was so experienced at sex, and so you invited him in every time he approached you for a session.

The only thing that would leave you with the feeling of regret was when you remembered what you are for each other. In front of your parents, Bryce acted like the perfect stepbrother, - a guardian, promising your mother to protect you.

“Don’t worry, Mrs L/N. I’ll look after your daughter like she’s my own flesh and blood.” Bryce had once promised her. What your mother didn’t - and still doesn’t know was how he went beyond offering protection, and was practically the danger itself, - a very lustful danger.

Bryce used you like a piece of meat after he had learned just how kinky you really are. He took it to his advantage of using your holes, having you blow him whenever he asked and fuck you stupid, knowing you loved it as much as he did.

He would wake you up at 4 AM, just so he could have a taste of you before your parents woke up for their morning business. Sometimes when you were in the barn, Bryce would ‘coincidentally’ be there too to feed the horses hay, and when the time was right, he would take you in an empty enclosure and empty his load on you. He didn’t leave you unsatisfied once.

It led you to present day, and like any other ordinary day, you studied in your room for an upcoming exam. What wasn’t as ordinary was how you were actually in a good mood while doing your exercises, as something different had entered your life, - something good.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door, and you knew based on the pattern of which they knocked that it could only be one person.

“Hey, sunny…” Bryce greeted you as he entered your room quietly. You looked up from your book and gave him a smile of acknowledgment. “Maya’s out of the house and my dad took your mother out for dinner tonight. It’s just us…and you know what that means…” he said, his voice low and loaded with the intention of seducing you.

You groaned as you rested your head on the pillow. “I’m studying, and I’m actually focused. Use your hand or something if you’re horny.”

“My fleshlight ain’t doing the job. It’s gotta be you, sunny. Suck my dick for tonight.” He requested as he crawled onto your bed, wanting to get close to you. He climbed on top of your body, your eyes leaving the page you were on as you saw the man was now hovering above you while giving your sides strokes. You started to giggle when he started to lightly tickle you, and you pushed his arm away.

“Bryce, stop iiiit!” You humorously pleaded in the midst of your laughter.

“C’mon, give me something, sunflower…” he whispered huskily as he tickled your lower waist, making you laugh even more. He took your vulnerability to his advantage and flipped you over with your back now facing him, and he rested himself on top. “Mmmh, sunny…” Bryce moaned against your skin as he subtly began to hump against you, grinding his crotch against your ass.

“Bryce, stop being such a horndog.” You adjured as you were loosing focus of your studying. Bryce had it easy to make you hot and bothered, but just this once you were trying to maintain control.

“I can’t help myself, not when you’re laying in bed like this. You’re practically inviting me in..”

“Bryce, we can’t…” you whined, as you wriggled out of his touch. “We need to stop seeing each other. This isn’t right…”

Bryce grumbled as he got off and laid beside you instead. “Why do you say that?”

You rolled your eyes, expecting him to be aware of the elephant in the room. “Isn’t that obvious? You’re my stepbrother.”

“So? Who gives a fuck? It’s not like we’re related. Nobody would care if they knew we fuck to blow off steam.” Bryce claimed, stating it as factual, but you weren’t so sure about that.

“Yes, they totally would. It would be an absolute scandal.” You said, already feeling nervous as you imagined the possible reactions if anyone were to find out. Your mother would kill Bryce. “Anyway, I’m going on a date tomorrow and I would like to be a little loyal to the guy, so we will have to drop the sex.”

Bryce’s head snapped up, the lighten candle of his arousal being blown out as soon as he heard what was news to him. “You’re going on a date?”

You grinned at the thought alone, “Yes, I am. Met this guy the other day by the park and he asked if we could see each other again. My love life has been so dry these past years, - I can’t miss this opportunity. He seems so sweet too, I’m so excited.” You chirped the end of your sentence with enthusiasm.

Silence settled once you closed your mouth again, making you wonder what was up with Bryce as you looked to the side where he was laying.

He was pursing his lips, irritation read all over him no matter how much he tried to hide it. Before you could ask him why he was pulling a sour face, he rose up from your bed and let out a disappointed sigh, letting out a mocking laughter right after.

“Fine, whatever. Didn’t take you for a whore but if you want to chase after other dick, that’s none of my business.” Bryce blatantly said with raised arms, as if it would defend his harsh words.

You saw red when Bryce had called you the derogatory word, making you wonder how he had the audacity to say that when he had his name running around as a grade A fuckboy.

“I’m not a whore! You are!” You shouted back for his ears to hear, and he confirmed he had heard from the audible scoff he let out by the other end of your door.

You laid on your stomach again with a huff, continuing reading from where you left off.

The next day…

Your date with Hayden went as perfectly as it could ever go. He had invited you downtown at the popular Italian restaurant, and you ate delicious food while having conversation after conversation, lasting 2 hours after eating your food.

You had to order drinks to make it worthwhile for your stay, and afterwards you walked out to take a nice walk together around town.

“I had fun tonight. What do you say we go to that aquarium you mentioned? I think that would make an awesome second date.” Hayden suggested, earning a smile from you. You were hopeful this was the beginning of a lovely romance.

“That sounds wonderful. I’d love to.” You responded with glee.

Hayden was less crude and in so many ways more romantic than any partner you have previously had. He was attractive and attentive to your care, being a gentleman of opening the door for you and asking for your opinion of how the date should go. He listened to you talk, admitting himself that he could hear your stories for hours without getting bored.

He was perfect for you.

One date would turn into five in the course of 3 weeks, and you were growing expectant of Hayden asking you to be his girlfriend any day now.

In the course of these dates, Bryce grew distant, only interacting with you when the family was getting together. Even Maya had expressed concern over Bryce’s lack of communication, and even though you had a suspicion over the reasoning, you hoped you would naturally get along again like how you did before you started your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship.

When you returned home from your 5th date, the house was quiet as your parents had left for a trip which would last a few days, giving you, Maya and Bryce the mansion for yourselves. Maya was at Finn’s for the night, and you knew her well enough that she wouldn’t return until early tomorrow morning. The younger sibling had found someone too, and you were only thrilled on her behalf.

That left you to wonder where the older sibling could be on this Friday afternoon, but your question was about to be answered when you opened the front door. You were met by Bryce in the entrance of the hallway, all dressed up in his nightwear and ready to go to bed. He was looking expectant at you but it was all a facade to hide his jealousy.

“How’d the date go with wonderboy?” Bryce asked with a forced smile. He had nicknamed Hayden that after constantly hearing you telling your mother how wonderful Hayden was, and Bryce didn’t have enough respect for him to be calling him by his actual name.

“It was magical, as always, but I’m not going to tell you any more than that because I’m still mad at you.” You huffed as you passed by him. “I’m still waiting for you to apologize for calling me a whore.”

Bryce laughed, shaking his head as he wasn’t taking you seriously. “You are one, though, - which leaves me to wonder….how do you think he would react if I told him we used to fuck, hm?”

That had made you stop your steps as your stomach dropped at the thought. You turned to glare at him. “Bryce, you wouldn’t dare…”

He shrugged, neither denying nor confirming it.

“I just think it’s rude you know. I stopped sleeping around when I had you. I thought we had something exclusive, and you threw it away like it was nothing.” He said as he stepped towards you.

You looked at him confused. Were you missing something? Why was he talking as if you had been a couple? “What we had could never stay exclusive,…what did you expect of us to be? To continue having a friends with benefits relationship until we grow old? Keep us a dirty little secret until our parents die? I want a boyfriend, Bryce. A family some day too. I’m past wanting to stay single and I don’t want to play any more games.” You said with a cold tone as you were making your way up to your bedroom.

“I’m not playing any games either. I stopped playing around the day we hooked up!” Bryce claimed as he followed you to the second floor.

“I don’t believe you. It’s always been just sex! You only sought me out for that reason.” You reasoned.

“That’s your perception of it, but I grew attached each time we spent together intimately. Do you really think I would initiate full convos with you if I only wanted to get my dick wet? Do you think I give aftercare to anyone I sleep with?” Bryce asked with his hands on his hips, his eyebrows furrowing from genuinely being curious to know if you thought of him like that.

“Maybe…” you mumbled, unsure. “ - I wouldn’t know! You never confessed this to me before I got with Hayden. I’m not going to turn away from him now when things are going so well. I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry, Bryce…we would be too complex anyway..it’s best if we lay whatever feelings we had to rest and find other people….for both of our sakes..” you said, your voice sympathetic as you felt kind of bad for the guy standing in front of you.

A torturing silence filled the hallway, and you were longing for Bryce’s response so you could finally part ways and go to sleep peacefully. He was staring at you, and his eyes met the ground after.

You wanted to find closure, and you hoped with what you had said, Bryce would be convinced to leave your intimate past behind.

Bryce wetted his lips and took a last glance at you, looking up and down your form to take in your prepped up appearance.

“….I like your dress. Sundresses always suit you.” He quietly complimented with a half smile as he walked past you on his way to his own room.

Your mouth was left open, but no words came out. You were stunned.

Ogden was right. Bryce was so unpredictable at times, you thought. That last interaction of the night would leave you pondering throughout your sleep.

The day after, you received a test message from Hayden during one of your classes.

Hayden

Hey, could we meet at the park 03:00 PM? There’s something I’d like to talk about.

You smiled as you typed your reply with excitement.

Y/N (me)

Sure! ♥️ I’ll see you there then.

This must be it, you thought. Hayden’s finally going to ask me to be his girlfriend!

After your classes were finished, you rushed back home and put on your finest summer dress, - one of a flowery pattern.

Maya met you when you passed the living room, and even she noticed the way you had put full effort into your appearance.

“Where are you going looking like that, Y/N?“ Maya asked through a giggle as her eyes scanned your look from head to toe with approval.

You chuckled lightheartedly, “To meet up with Hayden of course. He wrote through text that he had something he wanted to talk about.” You said. You leaned into Maya’s ear and whispered playfully, “I think he’s going to make it official with me.”

Maya gasped, “No way, that’s great! I’m so happy for you, Y/N.” She congratulated and gave you a hug.

“How’s it going with you and Finn by the way? It always seems like you’re in the honey moon phase.” You added your observation with a cheeky wink.

Maya blushed as she nodded, “Oh yes, things are going great between us. I think it’s safe to say I’ll continue staying over at his house considering how we are always together anyway. But of course I don’t want to be away all the time. I still want to be around you guys. I’m especially concerned about Bryce nowadays.” Maya expressed, which made your grin drop as your stepbrother was brought into her talk.

“Oh, why’s that?” You asked, confusion in your tone.

“I don’t know, he’s been so down lately, staying in his room all day and hardly putting sentences when I try to talk to him. I think he’s going through something but he won’t tell me what.”

You felt bad for Bryce after Maya had listed the several recent odd behavior from him, worried you might have broken his heart for leaving the taboo part of your relationship.

Your heart pounded at the thought of Bryce having genuine feelings for you. He had somewhat confirmed it himself when he said he had thought you were exclusive, but he hadn’t outright said it.

Somehow you longed for him to confess with those three simple words, but as the thought became appealing to you, you were reminded of the circumstances. The one of which each of your parent were married together, - ultimately sealing you to be only a family.

Maybe in a different universe we could have been together, but as of here it wouldn’t be right.

“Well, I hope whatever he’s going through resolves one way or another…Bryce always has solutions.” You reasoned, and Maya could only nod, hoping you were right even for this case too.

“I guess,…I’ll see you later then. Wishing you good luck with Hayden.”

“Thank you! Bye Maya!” You said your farewell as you stepped out of the house and walked to the bus stop.

A few bus stops later and you were downtown again, waiting for Hayden to make an appearance at the park any moment now.

“Hey, Y/N..” you heard a voice come from behind you, and you couldn’t contain your eager smile as your eyes met Hayden’s.

“Hayden, hi!”

Hayden smiled as you approached him and took in your look. “Wow, you look gorgeous by the way.” He complimented when you stood in front of him.

“Thanks! You don’t look so bad yourself.” You said and chuckled as you looked at his well ironed shirt and denim trousers. “So, you said you wanted to talk about something?”

Hayden nodded as his brows knitted together, almost out of concern. He must be nervous. “Yeah um…..Y/N, I uh…I don’t know how I’m supposed to put this but..” Hayden paused as he tried to find the courage to say what he was holding back. Your eyes didn’t leave Hayden’s as you excitedly waited for his completed saying.

“I…I have found someone else…”

Your eyes widened more than before, and you took a step back in shock, wondering if you had heard it wrong. “What are you saying?”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” Hayden apologized as he looked down at his feet with shame. “I…It wasn’t meant to happen but it was by mere coincidence that I met this other girl, and we just kind of clicked and…I hope you know I mean no disrespect to you. I never meant to waste your time, but I can’t help what my heart feels. I’ve developed feelings for her.”

You swallowed a lump down your throat as you blinked a few times due to your eyes beginning to water. You used your hand to wipe the moisture away, and you reluctantly nodded.

“I understand…I um, - I guess I’ll be on my way then.” You rambled something of the sort, turning your back against Hayden as you walked away.

“Y/N, wait…” Hayden stopped you as he jogged over to meet your face again. “We..- we can always stay friends, right? I never lied to you about the things I said. You are an amazing girl and the guy you end up with will be lucky to have you. It’s not because of you that I fell in love with someone else.”

You looked to the side, not wanting to look at the boy who had crushed your heart only a minute ago. “I’ll consider it. For now I would prefer keeping our distance, but thanks Hayden.” You replied while you tried your best to keep your facade of a smile, but it wasn’t easy. Hayden picked up on it and returned an apologetic smile as he turned to leave, giving you a final wave goodbye.

As expected, the house had no lights on when you returned. You figured Maya was at Finn’s again, like where she usually was. And Bryce,…well, his whereabouts didn’t come to mind yet.

You were clouded with sadness of what had happened today at the park. The tears hadn’t stopped glossing over your eyeballs, and it made it all the more harder to see what was in front of you as you stormed your way upstairs to your bedroom.

Suddenly you crashed into something, - or rather someone by the corner, and you fell onto the floor. You looked up to see Bryce, clearly startled by the collision.

“Woah, hey there. Got a little too distracted in wonderland, huh?” Bryce teased as he reached out his hand for you to grab. You glared at him and slapped his hand away as you stood up.

“Go to hell…” you muttered out of pure anger as another wave of emotion overtook you, making you break out another sob. Bryce frowned, until he caught on to understand you were crying, your eyes being bloodshot as the evening sun shone on your wet cheeks.

“Y/N? Wait - ”

You didn’t let him get to you as you ran towards your room, but Bryce was quick to follow, catching you by your arms before you could open the door to your bedroom.

“Sunny,…what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He asked out of worry as he knelt down when your knees gave up. He hugged you tightly, his arms secured around your back as you cried on his shoulder. In Bryce’s mind, several scenarios came to mind of what could have upset you this much. Some were so dark, - it made him sick to his stomach. “Please, tell me what happened…look at me. I need to know, sunflower. What did he do to you?”

“H-He found someone else…” you sobbed out as you buried your face into his chest, hiding your tearful face from the world. “He didn’t love me after all…”

While Bryce was relieved it wasn’t something else, something considerably worse, he was still upset on your behalf. You could feel his hands clench into fists on your back and his form stiffen when he let out an exhale.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“No!” You quickly protested as you held Bryce by his arms. “No, please don’t start a fight with him…he can’t help it. There’s nothing I can do about it…he loves someone else and I can’t change that..”

Bryce shook his head, not buying into what he thought of was excuses. “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t deserve having your heart broken like this...”

You shrugged, not knowing what else there was to say. You simply pushed away from his chest, but you didn’t leave his grip.

“C’mon, I’ll take you to my room, okay?” Bryce offered as he made you stand on your feet again. He wiped your face with the use of his sweater, and to your surprise he carried you to his room.

He carefully placed you on his bed, removing the covers so you could both settle under it and keep warm while in this moment of comfort.

Bryce let you cry out whatever you had left in you as he stroked your bare shoulder, willing to wait for as long as you wanted until you wanted to talk again.

“I-I just want to be loved...” you muttered before you snifled, and it broke Bryce’s heart to hear you say something of that sort.

“You are loved, baby. We as a family love you, and I love you beyond being my stepsister,…you should know that by now….“ Bryce said as he stroked your hair affectionately. “Will you give it a chance? Do you love me too?”

You glanced at him, and it was as if you were going through a war with yourself, feeling conflicted of what feelings you may have. “Maybe,..and that scares me…”

Bryce smiled with adoration. “Of what exactly? There’s nothing to be scared of,…after all, love is love. We are two legal individuals from completely different families. Ain’t nothing wrong with us loving each other…” Bryce reasoned as he put a few hair strands behind your ear. “I’ll show you my love right now, sunny...will you allow me?”

You stared at him, feeling the familiar temptation of lust creeping up as you eyed his red lips. You wanted him. You wanted him so bad it almost hurt.

“Yes..” you quietly replied.

Your reply was cue for Bryce to connect his lips with yours, starting his act of affection with gentleness in the kiss.

“Good girl….my pretty sunflower…” He muttered in between kisses, and soon enough they were barely being detached. Bryce hovered above you while you made out, weak moans leaving your lips once in a while as Bryce’s left hand started to roam all around your body.

“Do you know why I call you sunflower?” Bryce asked when you stopped to breathe air, to which you shook your head. He had called you that since the very beginning, and somehow it hadn’t occurred in your mind as to why.

“Because your very existence is so bright and colorful - always turning to where the sun shines. I knew you would be a joy-bringer the moment you stepped into this big house. I knew even better when we fucked in that shed that we were perfect for each other. You made me want to commit, - and I started to share that dream you mentioned to me, - of making a family together some day.”

You let out a shuddered breath due to Bryce’s confession, and you felt you were going dizzy - in a good way - at the thought of having kids with him. Of spending your life with him nonetheless.

His hand squeezed your breast while he sucked on the skin of your throat, creating hickeys for him to marvel at later.

“My pretty girl…you’re too beautiful for me to only claim you as my stepsister. I’m going to claim you in a way that’s beyond friendly love, baby.” He huskily whispered as he managed to pull the sundress and bra down due to its elasticity.

You moaned when he suckled on your nipple, “It’s so wrong…”

He hummed, “Hmm..it’s maybe a little sinful but not wrong, sunny…don’t worry about a thing, we will get through this together, okay? Let your stepbrother take care of everything..”

Bryce hoisted up your sundress and cupped your sex, stroking it through your panties in a slow pace.

He pulled off your underwear and grinned when he got a full view of your dripping cunt. “I’ve missed this pussy…” Bryce muttered to himself as he began stroking your folds, slightly pushing a finger in every now and then to tease your aching hole.

“Bryce…” you moaned his name lewdly, and he chuckled at how desperate he had made you become.

“Baby, be patient…I’ll be balls deep inside this sweet cunt after I’ve had a taste…”

His finger started to pump deeper inside, bringing out your pussy juices for each thrust.

“Oh, my…” You whined and closed your eyes as you took in the feeling of his thick finger invading your channel. You let out breathless pants as he added more pressure, seeping in further the more slick he gathered.

“Sunny, look at me…” Bryce plead, and you fluttered your eyes open to see him lean in closer to your face as if he wanted to say something. “Tell me you love me too, baby…tell me so I know..”

He added a second, and you jolted as you stuttered out, “I-I love you too, Bryce. I love you s-so much…M’sorry for pushing you away. I’m sorry if I made you sad, I didn’t mean to. I -“

Your lips was held from speaking as Bryce crashed his lips into yours. You whimpered from the kiss, but easily melted into it.

“It’s okay, baby. I forgive you…I understand.” He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and put them close to his lips, sucking the sticky nectar off his fingers as he hummed, savoring the taste. “Fucking delicious…love your sweet pussy juice.”

Bryce stood on his knees, not leaving the bed as he unbuckled in front of you, his pants already showcasing the huge bulge and moisture of something leaking behind his boxers.

He dragged his pants and boxers down at once, revealing his fully erected cock, the tip of angry red as it pointed at you, leaking with pre-cum. You instinctively licked your lips, wanting to have a taste of him but you knew Bryce was past oral sex and was eager to skip to the main course.

He rested beside you again, and ordered you to raise your leg over his waist. You did as he commanded, and he positioned his cock on your cunt, lightly slapping your clit with his length which earned him a strained whine from you. He breathed into your ear, nibbling at your lobe before he pushed in.

“Did you let him fuck you?” Bryce asked through a growl. “Did you let him fuck my pussy?” The tip of his cock was the only part he was thrusting in, and it was making you crazy.

“N-No!” You denied right away through a cry. “I swear we didn’t! It’s just yours, Bryce!..”

Bryce chuckled darkly as he angled his cock and rammed himself in. “That’s right, baby. Only I can fuck this cunt, - it’s mine. Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight, feels too good..”

“Aaah, so big! Y-You’re so-!” Your sentence was interrupted as Bryce shoved a finger down your mouth, making you suck on it as he continued fucking you in a fast rhythm, making your head go blank from the sensation.

“Thas’ it…keep suckin’ it…such a good girl. Fuck, does it feel great to have a slutty stepsister at my disposal. My cute slutty stepsister…all prettied up in a sundress, looking all innocent when we both know you’re a whore, - so needy for your stepbrother’s cock…” Bryce degradingly spoke about you as if you weren’t beside him, knowing full well you enjoyed his harsh words with the way your pussy clamped around him.

“Y-Yes, I’m a whore for your cock! ..Aaaah, - I’m a whore for my stepbrother!…” You loudly moaned out your confession. He had his usual amused smirk which would normally make you want to slap him, but of course you would let him get away with anything when he was fucking you this good.

“Fucking shit, I’m going to cum….and I’m not pulling out. I’m going to plant my seed inside of you, sunny…you can’t be my sunflower without my seed.” He joked, briefly chuckling before it was replaced by his moans and grunts again.

The thought gave you another level of arousal, a need to have him fulfill what he had just proposed to do. “Cum inside of me, Bryce!” You whimpered as he pumped into you faster, his balls hitting your clit, giving you another shock of stimulation. “Ah! ~ I want you to fill me up!..n-need you to breed me!..”

“I know you do…gonna stuff you full of my spunk…every single drop inside your womb.”

He jackhammered into you with such intensity, it was overloading you with how close you were to cum. Bryce clenched his jaw as he felt you tighten, and he felt he was on the edge of orgasm too.

“Milk me, - Ooh holy shit! Take your stepbrother’s cum. Theeere you go, - good girl. Fuck!..” Bryce moaned as his thrusts became static. He let out a series of breathless pants as he stilled, pumping his load inside of you while your cunt clenched around him while you rode your orgasm.

“W-Warm…” you whimpered when you felt Bryce’s spend coat your insides, feeling some of it drip out from where you are first connected.

He pulled out and made no effort to stop his cum from oozing out of your cunt and onto his bedsheets. He was more willing to put his bedsheets in the washing machine than move.

He kissed the back of your head and loosened his hold on you. “Do you feel good, sunny? Did I fuck all the bad feelings out of you?”

“Mhm..” you hummed positively as you reached for his face and shared a loving kiss before you settled in a more comfortable position. “So…how is this going to work? Do we tell them or wait?” You asked as you began to wonder what was the next step.

“We can begin with telling Maya….she would accept us easily. As for your mom and my dad? Haven’t thought that far ahead yet. Maybe it’s best if we keep it from them for a while. I need to charm your mom more often if I don’t want her to kill me.” Bryce laughed, and you couldn’t help but snort.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s for the best…” you said above a whisper as you stared up at the ceiling.

Bryce couldn’t keep his eyes off you though, and held your chin to look at him again. “Hey….I love you, my sunflower. We’ll be just fine.”

You blushed, realization hitting you of how well spoken Bryce was with his words, and your heart thudded harder than they ever had with Hayden.

“I know,…I love you too, Bryce.”

He was perfect for you.

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They got what they wished for

I was wrote this all at once so yea... Reblogs and Comments welcome and appreciated

A sort of Bryce origin story

Warnings: might be triggering for some as it does mention car crash drugs and drinking mentioned Just angst and a tiny bit of fluff. Some spoilers. It mentions injury boarding school that is very strict surgery and hospital

18+ just incase do not repost or publish anywhere

It was truely an an accident

Sure he was drinking they both had been but he had drugs in his system he shouldn't have been driving. But he was. He was and he was the cause of it all. He had opened his eyes and the first thing he did was claw and paw around for her. His first thought truely was of her. There was blood. But it was warm she was warm and then he finally breathed. He had looked and she was pale he was following her body down until- until it was just metal and plastic and then he stopped breathing again.

He was hurt too but....he had tried so hard to get out that night to get out and walk to her to closer but he couldn't. He almost didn't take her hand of of fear of hurting her but he wanted to. More than that- he needed to. Phones were smashed and the antique car as he called it didnt have an onstar. He stopped screaming for help when he realized that no on heard him and it settled on his mind that no one would ever save for her. And he didn't wa to her to hear that. He held her hand close to his face. Its going to be ok baby. You're ok you'll see. Just hang in there. It's ok. I'm right here. I'm right here. I love you im right here." He had tried not cry to but….

"Wake up will you please wake up" his soft voice had now been replaced by a pleading one.

He had gotten tired and had tried to stay awake for her but he couldn't.

It wasn't until he was being strapped to a backboard he woke up. He wasnt sure what was going on or where he was. But then it all hit him. It hit him as fast as he had hit well he wasn't even sure. He aw the light and reduce vehicles even spectators.

"No .no no! Her get her." He was ripping and pulling at the velcro trying to get it off he was pleading for her first. Eventually they had tied his hands down harder as his cried had fallen on deaf ears.

"Is she ok please?"

The EMTs had only glanced at eachother as they were loading him into an ambulance.

He had hard a fireman just before the doors were closed say "her legs got crushed should've been the rich kid."

"No no please take her first. Why why are you taking me

"Because we couldn't get to her you were in our way. Always in the way" One of them finally lashed out.

He had begged even more to just then let him wait he'd wait to leave him on the side of the road and go back.

The EMTs had called the hospital and gotten approval to give him Haldol to stop him from talking. He was never the same after that. Maybe it was a side of effect of the medication or he had hit his head in such a way that something broke and cause him to snap or maybe maybe he was truly a monster all along and he never realized it. He of course didn't notice the cba he right away.

By some miracles her legs weren't as smashed as they could have been...as they should have been.

He had only spent a few days in the hospital. He was transferred to a better hospital with better care and he recovered faster. But she she stayed in a smaller one. His family had only moved her to a better one to shut him up.

All anyone had ever told him was that she was paralyzed. Was she in a coma for a week and the moment he was released from his hospital he went to her. He had sat with her every day and had sneaked in at night or rather thats what people let him believe.

Her parents overall weren't happy that thier daughter was with him. But he had money and that was a promising life style. After all all parents could do is hope that thier children will be taken care of. And he did love her. Everyone knew it. And to his parents it was a nuisance. Only his grandfather saw the love he had for her. And idiotic moment that's he'd once rid himself of once he realized that her station was to serve him not sit with him. This accident didn't change this. She had surgery for one leg at a time and each time he sat there with them waiting even more nervous than they were. His eyes were red and watery the whole time. Each time the surgon came out he had held his breath his hand holding or rather gripping his shirt. And when the surgon had said everything was fine he let out

The biggest breath of air and cried in happiness.

He didn't want her to focus on her legs or the long road to whatever recovery there was so they had never spoken about them even if it was good news. She would say I'm getting better. And that was all. They talked about other thing they played gin rummy bargain watched movies talked about any and everything else. A few times even marriage

" did you Know my motherr and father own nothing no house but I would want nothing more than to have Mr.. and Mrs on the deed. Next to our signature.What do you say?"

"Id say it sounds good not that our parents-"

"screw parents mine can go to hell for I care but yours are warming up to me."

Shed give him a small smile

"I think k they appreciate they thingsyou've done. Well almost everything."

Then another time

"How would you feel about a while fence. No giant gates but a simple white fence with a large ranch house houses for our kids."

"Alpacas?"

"Of course and we can't forget osrtraches."

"Or lamas"

"Can it have a large porch and a sunroof ive always wanted that."

"Then thats what you'll get " he had sealed the promise with a kiss.

"But no ostriches."

And then the lawsuit came and he truely had to sneak around. She had been somewhat shielded against it while he was grilled relentlessly. Lawyers had only asked her a few questions but he. Well he didn't think about it when he was with her. And he had only tried to be with her. But it didn't always work.

It had became harder and harder for him to see her. Once details had been "leaked" about certain things in news and gossip the nurses which once saw him as a loving ad caring boyfriend now just saw an evil rich kid on a dalliance stringing her along to make it look good for the lawyers a d the court. Only a few, on the night shift who had seen him sleepily some in and out when no one was around to know could trust the love in his eyes

One night he had said

"I love you I promise that I'll be back." He had kissed her tender and hugged her.

"Stay until I fall asleep. Please?"

"Of course my love."

He held her hand.

"There is one thing you forgot about your parents money- you can do whatever makes you happy, anything you want."

"I just want you."

"You have me."

"you have me, too." He wispered close to her lips and kissed her.

She smiled as she fell asleep. He really did love her so much at that moment. He had given her one last kiss after he turned the TV off. Right before he left.

The promise was never kept.

She never saw him walk out of her life. And he decided it was a good thing. Perhaps it was a good thing.

The next day his parents had sent him away to some boarding school in Colorado.. he had gotten home too late and was too tired to notice his bags had been picked. But then again he had also been taken rather roughly. He didn't even get a chance to say goodbye. And he had begged but once again his pleas fell on deaf ears.

His emails had bounced back. Calls were strictly monitored but he hadn't memorized her number. But He had written her letters but he got nothing back. He'd never know she never got any. But he had to know something happened. He never spoke with himself about what.

When he had found out about the settlement he was told one stipulation was he was never to have any sort of contact with her again. He was told by his parents they take away everything from her if he did. And he'd go to jail. Jail he didn't care about or about himself. But her well being? Was everything to him. And that never stopped not once.

On her birthday he had always sent flowers anonymously. She never knew who sent them. And she would never.

Bryce never did find out she wasn't actually paralyzed once the swelling went down and perhaps which his parents did keep up thier end of the bargain none of which hinged on Bryce staying away. If only he had known.

So he had changed. He wasn't the Bryce she had loved. But she would never find that out. The Bryce he was, was pretended to be the same ol but charming still he fooled everyone but himself not that he ever admitted anything to himself . The Bryce he was was the one everyone else hated but supposedly tolerated more than the one he had been with her... they apprently oppposed his in-love-do-anything-for-her-because-he-was - i e happy- and-in-love-Bryce to this one the one he hated not that hed ever admit any of that that to himself.. he only did what he did.. when he had returned home he never went looking.. once he asked if she was happy. If she was safe. He used her name. Not her or she.. but the name he had loved the name he had planned to say forever when he would come home when he'd call when he held it seemed to be erased the hopes were erased as he was told by his father that she was not to be a concern for him any longer. She was his past and he had a future to look to a future without or lest he forget the arrangement- did he want her to not have the care and money to help her withdrawn forever? No. "Then her name was not to heard this house or from his mouth again" and he better not hear anyone tell him or his family diffrent. She was simply a she Bryce needed to forget that he would forget. Every she and her was spit out full of venom and hate. He never forgot that tone on his father's voice. A tone and side only Bryce saw not his sister. Just Bryce.

So Bryce changed to study bones and dust feeling that thats what his life had become no one could judge him if they didnt know his name. If they couldn't Google him. Drugs dampened pain so did the numerous women who he imagined and he really did imagine and it worked that it was her so it allowed him some semblance of happiness and joy and carefree. Short-lived but then there was another he had imagined all the same. The women never cared. Only 1 person ever did and he couldn't ever be the cause of her pain again.

He had folled almost everyone. But he never had... but it didn't matter.

He never remembered what truely happened the day his father was shot. But his father did call him a monster for what had happened that night with the car. The car was destroyed and it was a beautiful car. A girl injured causing trouble. Nothing was said of the girl herself minus what he had no business being with her in the first place that, "she has no place with our people she isn't fierce enough. She'd be eaten alive." And so she had been.

His grandfather had believed thats why he had shot his father. His father had rampaged about it again and he just lost his cool in a moment. But it was still an act. One he swore to himself he didn't do. Thats what his Grandfather had believed- that Bryce was good at heart. If he had been he wasn't anymore not since he lost her. But not even his grandfather saw the change in him. No one did. But she would have.

No matter what act of kindness he did to right any wrongs Bryce could never fix it. Never fix him. And he knew but he tried Maybe he was truely evil.

And maybe everything the kind and caring moments and love he felt was truely imagined. Maybe it was all imagination. All he knew was they wanted- they saw a monster and now they got a monster.

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Lmao, perhaps 💀💀 Personally, for unrelated oral fixation reasons, I constantly have gum on me. If not, I will chew the inside of my lip and cheek to shreds, lol.

Me as I am LITERALLY doing the same while reading your reply lkjhgfdda

yep yep yep!!! I love that post with all my heart!!

nowadays i'm looking into older cevans characters and Bryce Langley is 👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️👁️‍🗨️ he's so unhinged and yet so pretty

I love ao3 but ao3 is currently not serving me the Bryce content I NEED ,_, really having a moment of dang if I want it do I need to write it on my own??? can't the words just appear on paper from my brain???

kinda related but not really related but kinda related; how does one get into writing smut?

I've read a lot of smut, and I have thoughts about the plot and stuff if I were to write it, but whenever I try I just feel like I'm being too... Cringe? I just can't get myself to write it like how it's happening in my mind, and I'm constantly thinking of the "He would not fucking say that. No one would say that. Do you know how real people talk?" post. :P

Hope you have an awesome day!! 🤍

— 🔪 anon

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Lmao, I love that for us 💀💀

Pumpkin Spice Chris Evans--Byrce. Yes! It's the perfect time for his pretty, tiny, young era, lmao.

Ohh, yeah, I can't imagine there's a ton of written stuff out there for him, though. I barely see gif sets and such of him, so that would track 👀

I would certainly say go for it, though! If you want that content, be the content!

Fuck 👏🏻 yes 👏🏻

As far as how to get into writing smut...

I would say just do it!! It's scary, it really is, but you can do it! There's some amount of learning curve to it, as there is with any skill--writing included--but the only way to figure out where you are on the learning curve is to do it. If you hate it so much, you don't have to publish it anywhere. No one has to see it. That's the beauty. It's for you first and foremost.

I started writing smut after an ex-girlfriend (girlfriend at the time, lol) introduced me to the world of fandom and then to fanfiction. (The longer story is basically that I wrote her some erotic poetry about the sex we had been having for part of her birthday gift, and she was like, this is good. Really good. Are you aware that people Do This? Publicly? For others to enjoy? I was not aware, lmao.) I didn't get into it right, right away, I did a ton of reading of fanfiction and smut first, but eventually, I just started to do it. I honestly don't remember why exactly I started other than I've always loved writing, and I started to become obsessed with Marvel more and more, thanks to being in a fandom, so... why not write for fandom? At the time, I had no idea what I was doing, and looking back, compared to the shit that I write now, you can tell 😅 but that's okay! It's okay if I think the stuff I wrote at first is shit and find embarrassment in those stories now. You know why? Because it means I'm better at it now. I had to start somewhere to get somewhere. Also, hey, there are people out there who've read those first fanfictions I wrote and who appreciate that work exactly for what it is. Many times, I have considered going back and orphaning early works of mine or re-writing/re-editing them. But I haven't. Partly (truthfully) because that takes a lot of time (especially re-working early fanfics), but mostly because I have learned to appreciate in other writers, whether they create fanfiction or otherwise, seeing them evolve. Their voice may mature or become "better" or more developed, but I can read their voice in their words throughout, and I think that's beautiful. I would love to see that in my works eventually. I would love to be that for someone else.

What has made my writing better has not only been continuing to learn how to better communicate what I want to convey to readers through my words but also how to ebolish those cringe barriers. What do I want to write? Filthy, nasty shit [affectionate]. Okay, well, pull no punches. Put in the obscene details. Paint a picture that would make a prude squirm in their seat and have to close their browser. I, like most people in the US, grew up with some amount of puritanical views on sex and sexuality. I am still unlearning those. I feel I had a head start, being kinky because I have to accept those parts of my own sexuality. When I first began writing smut, there were many more unconscious filters. Those filters, I found in my own writing, to be the most cringy. That and bad grammar. But, hey, English is fucked. Write how you wanna write. People don't speak with perfect grammer. Language is a sandbox, play.

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a sunny bunny request. ex!bryce chases reader down in the woods like a little bunny rabbit after seeing her happy and thriving at his grandfather's annual easter brunch. he asserts his dominance over her. - bratty spice

THE LEGENDARY BRATTY SPICE, I MISSED YOU BESTIE !! hehe I was hoping you’d send something in, i’m always excited for whatever ideas you have, i hope you enjoy this !!

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | dark!ex!Bryce Langley x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | dark!Bryce, SMUT - minors DNI, non-con/dub-con, toxic and possessive behaviour, unprotected sex (p in v), pussy slapping, dirty talk, daddy kink, public sex: woods, gagging (with panties), dacryphilia, choking, degradation, dumbification

𝗪/𝗖 | 1055

🐰 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

The cool breeze is a sharp contrast to the heat against your back, and the soft dirt beneath your feet. You lost your shoes sometime ago, tripping over too many sticks and stones to make any true escape. 

You should’ve known better—you should’ve known you’d never be completely rid of him. 

“Are you done now?” His warm breath fans across your cheek as blood rushes through your ears. “Daddy’s done playing now, honey, you’ve ran enough.” 

“Don’t touch me!” You struggle in his hold and your ass presses against the growing bulge in his pants. 

“Fuck—I missed you, didn’t you miss me?”

“No!” You dumped him for a reason, he was too controlling, he wanted to have the final say in every part of your life—and when you wanted some space, he tried to get you pregnant by messing with your birth control.  

Bryce as a father, that was laughable. 

“I love chasing you, but I know you miss my mouth, my hands, and my fat cock tearing your little fuckhole.” He groans deeply, kissing down your neck and ripping the front of your dress. The lace and cotton hang limply around your body, “Remember how hard you cum whenever I plug you up and play with your cunt? All the toys we have at home…”

“Bryce, get off me!” You shove him back and he slams into a thick tree, but he doesn’t waste any time and pulls you with him, holding you against his firm body. 

“God, you know I love when you fight back.” He exhales, eagerly hiking up your ruined dress. The pale yellow fabric covered in dirt, leaves and sticks from your tumble a few moments ago. That one misstep landed you into his arms once again. “No one is as fiery as you, baby.”

Then, you’re on your back, and Bryce easily overpowers your kicking legs and swinging arms, his muscles flexing under the thin material of his shirt. 

“Let daddy check his pussy, yeah?” Your panties are torn off and clenched in his fist, he brings the cotton to his face, deeply inhaling. “Fuck, missed this so bad.” His blue gaze locks on your cunt, your folds sticky and wet. “You did miss me.” 

You cover your face in shame, trying to ignore the sound of his pants unbuckling. “Bryce, don’t.” 

His hard cock slips between your folds, collecting your wetness with the bulbous tip. “Creamy little whore, let’s see if your pussy remembers me.”

You make one last attempt to get free, but a rough spank to your cunt makes you squeal.

“Shh, you’re gonna scare the animals.” He leans down, kissing you messily before shoving your panties into your mouth. “That’s better, you’re so pretty when you’re gagged.” He slowly sinks into you, watching the fear in your eyes fade away with every inch of his length, until you’re just a shuddering mess and he’s balls deep. 

Sticks dig into your back as he pulls out to slap your clit with the head, spreading your slick. He marvels at your juices as they pour out, his mouth waters, “Hear that, baby? Your pussy is crying ‘cause she misses me.” 

Dread sinks in your heart, weighing you into the dirt as you lie there, victim to your ex-boyfriend’s actions. You start crying, but you’re too confused to know why—you did miss him, but this wasn’t right, Bryce wasn’t a good man, he’s too controlling, too possessive and toxic. 

You shouldn’t want this, but you do. 

Suddenly, he rips the cotton from your mouth, hooking your legs over his shoulders and folding you in half. You cry out at the angle, his thick girth stretching you wide and pressing into your spot, the spot that only he has ever reached. 

“How dare you leave me—you’re nothing without me.” He grips your neck, applying pressure as he thrusts into you. “Look at you, a fucking stupid mess. You think anyone can ruin you like this? You’re fucking lucky to have me hooked on you.” 

“Bryce, please—stop.”

“Hm… I don’t think so.” He spits down where you meet, then into your open mouth, he takes great pleasure in the torn look on your face—caught between utter disgust and terror, and pure desire. “You keep sucking me in, fuck, just like that.” He grunts, cheeks carrying a deep flush that spreads down his neck. He coos as you turn away, squeezing your eyes shut. “Daddy knows you like this, it’s okay.”

“Y-You’re sick.” You manage between breathy gasps, the pleasure courses through your body in strong currents. You latch onto the back of his shirt, moaning when he sneaks a hand down to rub your button, giving it a few little spanks. 

“Then, you are too.” He can read you like a book, always have and always will. “That’s why we’re perfect for each other, baby. Two people, fucked in the head—daddy missed you so much. Kept watching those old videos of us just to get off.”

You cut him off with a high-pitched whine, wrapping your legs around his hips and desperately trying to meet his thrusts. Your mind overtaken by those times, full of messy, passionate sex, all of it caught on his cellphone.  

“Yeah, you remember them? You wanna know my favourite?” He leans back to tug off his shirt, carelessly throwing it to the side before latching onto your nipple, hips continung their relentless assault.

“Your birthday, when you fucked yourself stupid on my cock, didn’t let me leave for hours. Drenched those sheets, and rode my face until I couldn’t breathe. I wouldn’t even be mad if I died that day.” His heavy balls slap against you, and wet noises fill the woods, tainting the nature with your filth. 

You tighten around him, squeezing his cock. “Daddy, please don’t stop.” You beg, weakly pulling him to meet your lips. His tongue slips into your mouth, followed by his gutteral groans as your cream forms a ring at the base of his girth. 

“Dumb baby, you don’t have to say that.” When you part, there’s a string of saliva connecting you both, and it’s cut when he spits into your mouth, some lands on your cheek that he spreads around your face. “Daddy’s never going to stop, and you’re never going to leave me again. Got it?” 

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[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021- recording/humiliation⛓

—no light, no light in your bright blue eyes...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Bryce Langley x black!reader

Summary: Your family has worked for Ogden C. Osbourne for years, you've grown up side by side with his grandchildren. You think you and Bryce are friends, and then one night he shows you who he really is.

Word Count: 4.7k+

Warnings: DARK PLOT READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. general language warning, Bryce Langley (honestly he's a big ol trigger and says some fucked up shit), NONCON (do not read if you are triggered by this), drug usage, chasing, recording, humiliation, hair pulling, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, fisting, reader being forced to say she's enjoying it, blackmail, threats of ruining the readers reputation, reader suffers some minor injuries, Bryce is dark af in this.

A/N: DAY TWENTY EIGHT OF KINKTOBER! This is a dark fic and YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME. I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. If you like it don't forget to reblog and share with others who might enjoy it as well.

It’s the oldest story in the book, the one where the guy wants what he can’t have and decides to take it anyways. And it’s through no fault of your own that you’ve gotten caught up in this mess, you’ve sent no mixed signals, you haven’t flirted, or led him on. He knows you have a boyfriend who you’re happy with, but Bryce Langley is selfish and wants what he wants. You think it’s just a phase, one he’ll grow out of once the next pretty girl catches his attention. That’s the only reason you’ve never brought it up with Mr. Osbourne. Besides, you’ve been friends with him since you were both little. You trust Bryce despite his inconvenient crush on you.

That turns out to be a mistake that you don’t realize until it’s far too late.

He finds you finishing up the last bedroom, dancing to music that he can’t hear from your earbuds, but judging from the way your hips are swaying has you in a good mood. Bryce can’t help himself, he’s a little high already and watching your thick ass swing around in the air has him chubbing in his jeans already. It only gets worse when you bend over the bed to smooth out the covers. The shorts you wear already hug against your ass, exposing warm brown skin and he can see just the hint of cheek when you stretch over the bed. It’s good that you have the earbuds in and the music is playing otherwise the strained groan that leaves him would give him away. It doesn’t help him one bit that he’s seconds away from just shoving you down on the bed and mounting you right then and there. Yeah, seeking you out while he’s high was definitely a bad idea.

“Bryce? What are you doing in here?” You question, startling a bit when you turn around and find him staring at you. You pluck one of your earbuds out of your ear and offer your friend a sweet smile. Bryce has to check himself, he can’t afford to get distracted by your pretty smile or your full lips, and the thought of what they would look like wrapped around his cock.

“Nothing, I was just wanting to see if you wanted to smoke with me before you went home.”

You check your watch, you have time before you have to go get ready for your date with Colin. “Yeah, I can hang for a bit.” You tell him, and Bryce grins and throws an arm over your shoulders leading you out of the finished room and out to his car. Your little guest house isn’t that far off from the manor, just a few miles and normally you’d be happy to walk but Bryce insists on driving you over.

Everything seems to go as usual, you laugh and joke with your friend, puffing on a joint and declining any of the harder drugs that Bryce tried to offer you. When he eventually pulls out a handheld camcorder you don’t think anything of it, laughing when he aims the camera in your direction. You’re feeling good from the weed, relaxed and you don’t pay attention to the way that Bryce let’s the camera slowly drag down your sprawled out form. “God, you really are such a fucking tease, pet.” He mumbles, and you wave him off and take another pull from the joint before offering it back to Bryce. He declines it and you just shrug and bring it back to your lips.

“I am not. Stop it.” You scoff, sluggishly shaking your head with a sigh. You look at the clock hanging on the wall, and curse. Jumping up from the sofa clumsily. “Shit, I gotta get ready for my date. Thanks for the weed, but—Bryce get that thing out of my face, I gotta get ready. I need you to leave.” You try to reach him so you can push him out of the guest house, but Bryce steps back and out of your reach with a dark chuckle.

“Right, Colin. You still dating that loser? Does he know how you prance around here barely dressed?” Bryce questions, and your brow furrows in confusion. “Does he know how you fucking tease me everyday?” He continues, and you shake your head in denial. You don’t do that, you’re sure of it. Sure he was handsome, and maybe if he had made a move before you met Colin and had fallen for him things would have been different, but Bryce hadn’t and now in your mind it’s too late.

“Stop it, Bryce. This isn’t funny, I told you already I’m not interested in you like that. I thought you were over this.” You frown, arms folding over your chest. You don’t like this, and Bryce is making you feel uncomfortable and uneasy.

Your high is soured by this shift in Bryce’s energy, he’s not the bright, fun loving young man that you’ve come to know and enjoy hanging out with. There’s something dark and sinister about the way he glares at you from behind the handheld camcorder. “Let’s play a game.” He says, a chill shoots up your spine. “We’re going to make a little...documentary. Let’s call it,” He pauses as if he’s thinking it over. “Whores in the wild.” You flinch at such a harsh word being aimed at you. “I’d start running if I were you, because if I catch you I am going to wear that little cunt of yours out.” He sneers, and it takes you all of one second to turn and start to sprint out into the darkness. You have no idea where you’re running too, you think that if you can make it back to the main house that you can wake someone up and you’ll be safe from whatever has gotten into Bryce.

You tear through the treeline, ignoring the branch that cuts your cheek open, you don’t stop to worry about it. You just keep running in the general direction of the main estate manor. You trip and stumble, hands scratching against rocks and sticks in the ground but you push yourself back up and keep running. You feel like you’re moving in slow motion though, and it makes you panic and trip again, this time you catch yourself on a tree trunk. Steadying your feet you quietly sob, fear and panic trying to grip you and make you curl in on yourself. You swallow it down and push off from the tree to keep running, you can’t let Bryce catch you. Not after that threat, and not when you don’t doubt that he’ll follow through with it.

I should have just had Colin meet me for our date tonight. You think, fresh tears streaming down your cheeks at the thought of your boyfriend. Your hands frantically search your pockets for your phone but then you remember that you left it lying on your sofa. You’d scream out in frustration but you can hear Bryce trampling through the woods behind you as you try to make it to safety.

The dread grips your heart tight, and as you run you try to think back on every moment that you’ve shared with Bryce. Had there been signs that he had a dark side, had you really been giving him mixed signals? You quickly shake that thought off, you know that you haven’t. You’d made it clear from the first moment that he’d tried to make a move that you only saw him as a friend and that you were happy with Colin. You thought he had taken it well, but clearly not if he’s hunting you through the woods as if you’re some type of animal.

“You’re leaving quite the trail, pet! It’s almost like you want me to catch you!” Bryce calls out into the night, and you choke on a sob. You don’t want that, you don’t want that at all and his words make you lose track of your surroundings as you run blindly through the trees. Your foot catches on a raised tree root, and it twists your ankle as you fall to the ground with a pained cry. Your hip lands hard against a rock, and pain racks your frame as you let out a wheezing breath.

“Fuck!” You quietly hiss, carefully clawing your way back up to your feet. You try to test your weight on the ankle that’s twisted and wince as the pain shoots straight up your leg. You’re at a disadvantage now, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to hobble your way to freedom. You’ve still got some hope left in you, even as you can hear Bryce clear as day behind you as he finally catches up.

“Look at her, still trying to run even though she knows it’s over.” Bryce doesn’t even need to raise his voice for you to hear him, and you turn to look over your shoulder. He’s right there, you can see him clearly and your heart lurches. Immediately you snap your head back around and start calling out for help, but you know you’re too far for anyone to hear you out here. You cry, cold fear shooting up your spine when you feel Bryce moving in close enough that his body heat seeps into you. It’s chilly out, and you’re only in a t-shirt, shorts, and a pair of comfortable flats. You shiver, watching as Bryce circles around you while he films his video on the camera.

“Bryce please, I’m hurt and it’s cold. This isn’t funny, just...just help me back to the guest house and we can forget about whatever this is.” You try, carefully limping backwards away from him. That’s a mistake, and you end up stumbling to the ground with a cry. Bryce just laughs, following you down and letting the camera scan down your body again as you try to scramble away from him when he reaches out to touch you. That only angers him and he grabs you by your dark hair, forcing you to stay still.

“Yeah and what about me, huh? You don’t think I’ve been hurt by you and your fucking games?” He spits, yanking on your hair hard enough to make you cry out in pain.

“Bryce, stop this! I haven’t been doing anything, why are you acting like this?!”

He ignores your question, setting the camera down so he can flip you over onto your stomach and force you lower body up onto your knees. He has you face down in the dirt, and when you try to move he presses your face back down hard. “You fucking move before I tell you to, you tell anyone about this, you think about trying to quit, I will make sure my grandfather believes that you’ve been stealing from him right under his fucking nose.” Bryce threatens, and you suck in a sharp breath. “I’ll even use this video as proof. A little editing here and there and you’ll look like nothing more than a junkie whore. The exact type that would steal from her benevolent employer.”

You’re crying again, knowing that if Bryce did that your reputation would be ruined. Your good name would be dragged through the mud and you’d be lucky if you could get hired to scrub a toilet. It’s a heavy enough threat that you don’t move, and you don’t scream when you feel Bryce roughly yanking down your shorts and underwear with one rough pull. You want to cover yourself from his view, and the camera but moving carries the threat of him ruining you and making you unhirable. You close your eyes when you hear him humming in approval, clearly enjoying the sight of your bare sex, and when he pressing fingers against your clit and begins to circle them over it you suck in a sharp breath. “Bryce, please. It’s not too late to stop this, I promise I won’t tell.” You beg, and he just spits on your dry cunt and uses his saliva to get you slick.

“Oh I know you won’t tell, because no one would believe you.” You hear a zipper coming down and you choke on a sob and clench your eyes shut as tightly as you can. “Who’s gonna believe you over me anyways?” When he says that it hurts you even more, you know what sort of disadvantage you’re at here on more than just one level. The fact that he’s willing to take advantage of that makes your heart crack in two. Even Bryce knows it’s low, he knows this whole thing is fucked up, but he’s selfish and if this is the only way he can have you then so be it. If this were a more primitive time he’d be well within his rights to claim you like he’s planning to. He’d be congratulated, and you’d be expected to fall in line and be happy or suffer in silence. That’s how he rationalizes what he’s doing when he pulls his cock free and lines himself up to push into you with a grunt.

You cry out in pain, hips involuntarily shifting away from him before he reminds you of his threat. “Bryce, no! I don’t want this, please stop it hurts!” You plead, gritting your teeth when he forces himself deeper into your channel despite how there’s no natural slickness from you to aid him or show that you want this in the slightest. The intrusion stretches you and burns, and it makes your insides churn as Bryce takes you by force. You sniffle into the dirt, trying not to think about the fact that Bryce is filming this shameful moment.

“Doesn’t matter what you want, pet. This is what you need, need to learn your fucking place and that’s under me.” He grunts, using his free hand to strum at your clit and you hate that your body starts to react and slick slowly begins to gather at your sex. You don’t want to feel any pleasure in this, but your body has other plans and its natural reaction helps to make it easier for Bryce to fuck into you despite your pleas for him to stop. “You keep complaining, but you’re getting wet, and you’re fucking squeezing the life out of me. Does Colin even get you off, you’re so tight I gotta wonder if you can even feel his cock.” You hate the way he talks to you like this, you hate how he brings up Colin and talks about him the way he does. You know you’re more than satisfied with Colin, and in fact Colin fills you so much better than Bryce does but you don’t say that. You don’t want to set him off anymore than he already is, not when he’s already holding such a heavy axe over your head.

It’s all so humiliating, and you hate that your body encourages him with how your walls begin to flutter around Bryce, sex gripping and clenching around him as he starts to let each stroke of his cock hit you deep. He may not be as thick as Colin, but he’s thick enough to stretch you, and long enough that you can feel the tip of cock hitting hard against your cervix. It makes you cry out, and your toes curl in your flats as you pull up clumps of dirt and sob into the Earth at the feeling. You hate how this is how you find out what sex with Bryce would be like, something you only thought about briefly in the past when you thought he might ask you out or make a move. He never did, and now this is what you’re left to deal with. It’s tortuous and yet there’s pleasure there that your body feels as it reacts to how roughly he’s fucking you. The coil is tightening, and you can feel it twist tighter and tighter as the pressure between your thighs builds to a precipice. You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood just to keep yourself quiet when that pressure finally makes the coil within you snap, and you feel the unwanted orgasm wash over you. You don’t want Bryce to have the satisfaction of hearing you, but he can feel it and he can see the way your body quakes from it.

“All that fucking whining, and you couldn’t even keep yourself from cumming on my cock. Guess you don’t love that boyfriend nearly as much as you claim too.” Hearing Bryce say that makes your heart crack in two. You know that it’s your body's natural reaction to stimulation, but the guilt is still there regardless and it only grows when you feel Bryce reaching his own climax as your body pulses around him and milks his cock for his spend. “Admit it, you wanted me to fuck you. You fucking needed it!” When you don’t say anything and just whimper that you don’t he yanks your face up from the dirt and forces the camera in your face, nearly blinding you with the bright light that shines from it. “Admit it!” He demands, and you let out a broken sob.

He’s gone mad, you think to yourself, just tell him what he wants to hear so he’ll let you go.

“I—I wanted you to fuck me,” You struggle with saying it, and it makes you feel nothing but shame to be forced to say that on camera. “Can...can I please go now, Bryce? My ankle really hurts.” You ask quietly, eyes downcast and unable to meet his darkened blues. He narrows his eyes at you, and shoves your cheek back into the dirt as he moves the camera behind you to catch his spend starting to leak out of you. He pushes it back inside you with rough fingers, making you cry out sharply at the sudden feeling of his fingers delving inside you. He pumps two digits into you, using his cum as lube to make it easier for him to work in a third finger. You hiss, gritting your teeth and grunting when you feel him curling and searching for that sweet spot inside you. You give an involuntary gasp when he finds it, and Bryce smirks as he begins to pump his fingers mercilessly against it. This time the pleasure he forces on you is intense and all consuming. It has your mouth falling open and cries of pleasure that you can’t stop from escaping you as he forces a fast and messy orgasm out of you.

“Oh there she is, filthy whore. What? Were you hoping I’d just let you run off so you can just go fuck your boyfriend and let him have my sloppy seconds?” You shake your head, honestly sex is the last thing you want more of. Right now you just want a shower and to drink until you can forget this night ever happened. But Bryce has other plans, and he wants to leave you wrecked. “Let’s see you try to fuck him after I leave you all loose and useless.” He scoffs, and then you feel the fourth finger pushing into you. You panic, but Bryce quickly sets the camera off to the side at the perfect angle and distance to capture the moment. Before you can pull entirely off of his fingers he has you by the hair, and slams his four digits back into you fully.

“Bryce no, please no! I won’t have sex with him, I promise. Just let me go now please!” But you’d have better luck begging a brick wall, because Bryce just ignores your promise and slowly and carefully folds his thumb into his palm so he can start working his hand into you. You struggle with the widest part, and the pressure feels immense as his hand finally pushes into your pussy and it leaves you panting, and gasping. You’ve never done this before, and Bryce hasn’t exactly been gentle with you. It’s a miracle that nothings gone more wrong than it already is, it’s a small mercy that you can’t even fully appreciate because it does nothing to remedy what you’re feeling at the moment. You’re stretched, and feeling incredibly full, and what’s worse is that it doesn’t hurt like you anticipated it would. It feels good, and god do you wish it didn’t. You close your eyes, and breathe, you let your mind trick you into believing that it’s Colin that’s doing this to you. Maybe if you can just convince yourself of that you can bear it.

“Fuck, more of a whore than I thought.” Bryce says with a low whistle, and just like that your fantasy is shattered by the sound of his voice. You choke on a sound, feeling Bryce curl his fingers into a fist and when he moves his hand inside you the sound that comes out of you is almost animalistic. "Go on, tell me how good it feels."

You open your mouth to say something, and nothing but a lewd moan comes out of you. Bryce just snickers, his fist moving inside you, his knuckles strumming against spots inside you that make you see stars. You can feel the pressure again, building so much quicker than before. The schlick schlick schlick of your cunt wrapped around his fist is loud in your ears, and you know the camera is picking up on it as well. Your body burns with humiliation, and yet more of your slick is gushing down his wrist despite that. Screaming, you drag your nails against the soft Earth under you. And the third climax that Bryce draws out of you nearly knocks you out entirely, your vision whites out and you can feel the gush of your juices as Bryce makes sure to drag the moment out for as long as he can. A ruined cry tears its way out of your throat, it’s frustration, shame, humiliation, and ecstasy all mixed into one and you’re left feeling raw and sore by the end of it.

Bryce pulls his hand out of you, careful of how tightly you’re still clenching around it. “My messy little whore,” He sighs out, grabbing up the still recording camera so he can capture the moment when he wipes his hand over your face and hair to smear your essence over your features. It’s just another thing to leave you feeling dirty and humiliated, and you’re starting to realize that this is just Bryce’s way of punishing you for not willingly giving him what he wanted on your own. You just stare at nothing in particular, not moving an inch when Bryce pulls your panties and shorts back up to cover you. Then stands to his feet and fishes his wallet out of his back pocket. He pulls out a wad of hundred dollar bills and as if to further rub salt into the wounds he’s inflicted on you, Bryce stuffs the wad of cash into your pocket and gives you a pat on the ass. “Go get that ankle checked out in the morning. Looks like it might be swollen.”

Then he leaves you there, alone in the woods. You don’t move at first, too numb and in shock to move until the chill in the night air begins to settle in your bones.

It takes longer to hobble your way back to the guest house, than it took for you to wind up in the spot where Bryce had attacked you. You're tired, and aching all over. Looking at the clock you see that it’s fifteen minutes past the time that you were supposed to meet Colin and you sniffle and try to stifle your tears as you scoop your phone up off the sofa so you can call him.

He’s been calling, and texting. Wondering where you are and if you’re okay. You aren’t but you can’t tell him that, so you paste on a smile even though he can’t see you maybe he’ll hear it.

“Hey, Colin. Sorry I’m not there yet. I um...I don’t think I’m going to make it.” You tell him once he’s answered and told you how relieved he is to hear from you.

“Are you okay? Did something come up?” He questions, and you suck in a deep breath to steady your voice.

“Yeah I’m fine, I just uh...had an accident at work. Fell down a few steps on the stairs and twisted my ankle pretty bad in the fall. I’m fine though, I’m going to the doctor first thing in the morning to make sure everything’s okay.” And to get a plan b pill from the drugstore, but Colin doesn’t need to know that when the two of you already use protection.

“Shit babe, are you sure you want to wait until the morning? Why didn’t anyone take you to the ER? Does your boss know?” Colin fires off questions a mile a minute and normally his concern for your well being is endearing but right now you just need him to be quiet.

“Sweetie I’m fine, I haven’t told Mr. Ogden yet, but if the doctor says it’s something more I’ll let him know I promise.” You sigh, limping your way to the bathroom. “I’m just sad I missed dinner, I know you were looking forward to it.”

“It’s fine, babe. Just try to get some rest and take a few days off work, don’t let those rich fucks work you while you’re injured.”

“Promise. I’ll talk to you later okay, I’m really tired now.” You say, and thankfully Colin doesn’t hold you on the line for much longer after that. You throw your phone onto the bed as you limp past it, and you enter your bathroom. Mentally you try to brace yourself for what you’ll see, somehow it’s worse than you expect. Your bottom lip is split from when you’d bit into it, your hair is a mess of tangles, dirt, and twigs. Your eyes are bloodshot from crying, and you look...haunted. You can’t look at yourself for much longer, and instead you strip out of your clothes, content to just throw them away. The shower you take is long and scalding, and by the time you’re done and the water is running cold, your skin is raw and irritated from how hard you have scrubbed at it.

All you want is to lay down, you know you won’t be able to sleep, but you’re so tired and exhausted from your ordeal. You settle for watching movies on the television to occupy your mind, but first you go to the freezer to grab a couple of icepacks. One for the blooming bruise against your side from when you had first fallen in the woods, and another for your sore center. There's barely a chance for you to relax before you're letting out a startled shriek when there’s a sudden knocking on the front door. Your phone chimes a second later, and when you open it you see a picture of Colin outside holding up a bag of takeaway containers. God he’s so sweet it makes you want to cry, and you do. Opening the front door and hugging him so tight that he has to pry you off of him so he can breathe.

He can tell something is wrong, but when he asks you if you’re sure you’re okay you just brush it off as being shaken up from the fall. When he asks about the icepacks you just show him the bruise and tell him you might have pulled something in your groin as well. You aren’t sure if he buys it or if he knows you well enough to not push when you clearly aren’t ready to share something with him. He dotes on you instead, making sure you’re fed, and that you don’t move around too much on your injured ankle. And when you ask him to stay the night he doesn’t question it and promises to be there when you wake up in the morning. He even promises to drive you to the doctor’s office to get your ankle checked out.

You can’t fully relax, but having Colin there let’s you sleep through the night and he soothes away any nightmares that attempt to plague you.

smh I had to bring some sweetness into this shit because Bryce was just terrible. So have the reader's boyfriend. Colin Shea, my love.

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[girlfriendofwinchesters]

Girls don't want boyfriends, girls want fanfic's with these two together

same energy and daddy vibes!

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[twittytelly]

What I Read in 2021 - December

Masterlist

PLEASE REMEMBER TO READ THE INDIVIDUAL WARNINGS FOR EACH FIC!

What I reblogged:

Daydreaming by @visbiscuit

There You Go Again by @worksby-d

Let Your Heart be Light by @astrorogers

Chris watching you hump a pillow ask by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Owned Sinfully Sweet Kinktober Masterlist by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Choosing Not To Lose Him by @kinanabinks

Hack the Halls by @mjolnir-steve​

Jingle All The Way by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Model!Ransom and his little mouse party ask by @stargazingfangirl18

I Think I Wanna Marry You by @likeahorribledream

Andy and types of kisses by @stargazingfangirl18

Photographer!Ransom ask by @stargazingfangirl18​

Best Present Ever by @stargazingfangirl18

Something Borrowed by @bonkywobble

Total Devastation by @bluemusickid​

cam boy!Curtis ask by @stargazingfangirl18​

Ongoing Series:

25 Days of CHRIS-mas Masterlist by  @wiypt-writes​ 

#twittytelly reads #Chris Evans #chris evans fanfiction #jake wyler #andy barber #Steve Rogers #Jake Jensen #Bucky Barnes #the perfect score #ryan ackerman #curtis everett #bryce langley #sam wilson #syd #london film #james mace #captain america #MCU #Sebastian Stan #anthony mackie #nick gant #Harvard Hottie #Jimmy Dobyne #ransom drysdale

[georgiapeach30513]

The Life of Savages

Summary:  Lloyd got you a present

Pairings:  Lloyd Hansen X Reader X Ransom Drysdale X Bryce Langley

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, filming, cuckolding, gang bang, oral sex (M&F receiving), butt plug, anal sex, spit roasting, degradation, dumbification, double penetration, triple penetration (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

Lloyd Hansen Masterlist

For @randomagnes0210​ and her beautiful and wonderful, if not filthy pairing suggestion.

Lloyd pushes your body back onto the bed. You’re not sure if you heard him correctly. He couldn’t possibly be serious, but dammit, if you weren’t thoroughly excited about the proposition. Your core floods with more slick; ruining yet another pair of luxury panties. Decked out in your best, and wanting a good fucking when Lloyd made the suggestion.

He walks over to the tripod, pressing record, while your eyes follow him around the room. His large body stalking over to the plush sofa chair. You start to speak, but he holds up his finger at you, “You heard what I said. I want to see you, want to watch you come. Have all three of your whore holes filled to the brim and leaking of cum. You are just a cumslut aren’t you, Jellybean? And when my cum isn’t enough for your insatiable appetite, I’ll provide you with more. I want you to meet Ransom and Bryce.”

Greedily you look over to the door to see two of Lloyd’s associates walk into the room. Dressed to impress. They were part of the upper class, and they were just as hungry for a good fucking as you. “She is nothing but a whore for my cock, gentleman. So I want to make sure that she is very satisfied. Pound into her. Bruise her, mark her, bite her, I don’t fucking care. The harder you go, the more that filthy little mouth whimpers, and that sloppy cunt grips you tight.”

Ransom, the older of the pair starts circling around you, like you were his prey. Bryce stands stunned. His baby blues checking to make sure your murderous boyfriend hadn’t put them in a trap. He would be easy to bend to your will.

“How do you want it?” your eyes pout up at the baby faced boy. Your finger goes into your mouth, sucking on the digit before pulling it out with a pop. The wet finger traces a trail around your tits, and Ransom does indeed pounce on you.

“I never thought I’d hear her say that, fuck, that’s hot,” Bryce shivers with anticipation.

Ransom’s muscular body rips off the flimsy little lingerie set that Lloyd had made you wear, and placing you on your knees, he growls at that shiny diamond butt plug in your tight little hole. Giving the diamond a few taps with his hand, he shutters at your whimpers.

Ransom’s face buries into your cunt. Eating you out deliciously from behind, while the more innocent Bryce stares on. “He’ll only hurt you if I tell him to,” Lloyd raises an eyebrow at Bryce, and can’t help but to laugh.

“Is that the problem boy? You better fuck her before I fuck you. I want my pretty little whore to have all her holes stuffed tonight. Get to fucking work.”

With a gulp, he begins to undress himself. Walking closer to you, and holds his cock in your face. Your eyes roll up to him, letting out a deep moan when Ransom’s tongue starts fucking into you.

“Suck it,” Bryce nervously demands.

“Mean it,” you tell him. Looking over at Lloyd, who gives you a satisfied smirk. His jeans pretty and tented, and still he refuses to touch himself.

“She likes you to take control. Be like Ransom. He’s eating her sloppy cunt like he’s starved. Slap her face with that fat cock.”

Bryce does just that. His silky skin slaps over your face, and you smile, chasing his pretty cock, because you want a taste. He holds his stance, and timidly takes your head in his hands, you give him a single nod, “If I want you to stop, I’ll let you know by screaming out S'more. Is that okay with you, sweet boy?”

“I’m not a sweet boy.”

“Prove it. Make me gag on your,” he stops your speech by slamming his cock into your mouth. His tip hits the back of your throat, and he gives you a moment to collect your thoughts. Before he’s shoving your head onto his member. The base collecting a pool of your spit.

“Nice and messy, just the way I like to see her. Drysdale, now that your pretty face is coated in her honey. Fuck her. I wanna see my Jellybean drowning in new cock.”

Ransom leans back, his large mitt wipes down his face, gathering up your arousal before he undresses.

You whine a bit at wanting to see him, knowing he’s hiding a lot under that sweater. Ransom doesn’t waist any time in stabbing into you. The men creating a perfect rhythm of pushing and pulling. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you let them take you apart. Ransom toys with that plug, taunting you, “You’re so fucking wet. Lloyd said you were a dirty little whore. Who gets what hole, pretty girl?”

Your only answer is gurgling over Bryce, and Lloyd finally has to take out his cock. Resorting to only slowly fisting himself at the sight of them using you.

“No, I want this ass now. Bryce, you and her sixty-nine, while I fuck her tight little hole. You want that Jellybean? Want a tiny taste of the grand finale?”

You give a tiny little head nod, and Bryce pulls his cock out of your mouth slowly. Moving to lay on the bed, and you crawl over him. Your eyes peeking at Ransom who lubes up that glorious cock. Pretty and pink, thick and veiny, and he knew how to use it.

Bryce’s face burrows in your cunt. Sucking on your sensitive little bean, while you have his cock for dinner. Your hand cupping his balls, and when he hums into your cunt, you about lose it.

Ransom takes time in taking out that plug. Watching your gaping hole beg him to enter you. Squirting on more lube onto your ass, straddling both you and Bryce. “I hope your face enjoys my ball sack on you, asshole,” he grunts out as he slowly sinks into your muscled channel. His voice making the prettiest sounds, and you mewl at the feeling.

You give a blissful smile to Lloyd, your hand still fisting Bryce as you turn to watch Ransom. His brows furrowed as he thrusts into your ass. Looking down at where the two of you connect, giving the swell of your rump a quick slap.

“My god, you are a dirty little slut. A desperate little whore. Lloyd can never keep you satisfied with how needy you always are for cock.”

“I’m not a cuck you fucking asshole.”

“You sure are watching me tear this ass up. Bryce is getting tea bagged, and he’s still moaning into her cunt. FUUUCKKK! Why have you been keeping her from us for so long? Just our little fuck doll. You need more than one man. We three can make sure you’re perfectly satisfied, huh?”

“Please, Lloyd?” you whine at him. “Pretty please, baby? I wanna be all your fuck dolls. Lloyd I want all my whore holes stuffed. Please.”

“You heard her,” Ransom pulls out of you, spitting down at your hole. “There ya go Bryce. I’m sure Lloyd wants that cunt. I’ll take her mouth this time.”

He leaves to go wash up, leaving Lloyd to walk over towards the bed, “I want that pretty ass on top of Bryce. We’re going to fuck you into oblivion, got it?”

Bryce lays there stunned, waiting on you to crawl over him. Letting Lloyd assist you in sinking your ass down on Bryce. Spreading your legs wide to show him your puffy petals. His hand rubs over your clit, before he settles in between your legs. His fat cock slowly enters your pussy, and you’re so delighted to feel him balls deep in your cunt.

He slots his mouth against yours, giving you a filthy kiss as he slowly pushes into you. Bryce pumping up just as slow and you cry at the feeling. “Don’t worry, Jellybean, we’re your savages now, and we’re going to have you pumped so full of cum. I know how you like it extra sloppy.”

With the return of Ransom, Lloyd has you laying back on Bryce, and Ransom goes to straddle your bodies. “I think Bryce-y boy likes my cock, huh?”

“I like fucking a whore better. Maybe I’ll fuck you next,” Ransom gives a little shrug before he slaps his cock all over your face.

“When I push into you, you better find something to hold on to.”

Your fingers grip at the sheets, bracing yourself as Ransom waits for you to flatten your tongue. Giving you a sinister smirk before pounding into your throat. With his fast pace, Lloyd and Bryce join in. Your holes at that moment, used for their enjoyment, and you go weak thinking about it.

Your juices creating a huge mess on the bed. Your mascara all but ruined, and your cry at the feeling of being so full, so stretched, and so satisfied. The new men following Lloyd’s lead, and he is relentless in his motions. You’re sure that you’re literally being split in half, and your walls clench down on Lloyd and Bryce.

“Holy fucking shit!” Bryce screams, his eyes squeezing shut when he’s the first to come. Your ass filled with his hot creamy essence, but Ransom and Lloyd race for their release. Your eyes drift closed, and Ransom is the next to blow his load. Shooting his spunk to the back of your throat. Upon pulling out, his cum bubbles out of your mouth, but he wipes it up with his finger to shove back in your mouth. “You’re beautiful. Such a beautiful little slut for us.”

Lloyd makes a few more pounding thrusts, when your tight walls won’t allow him to take anymore. Seizing around his dick and milking him dry.

When he lets the younger men crawl off of you, he knocks your legs to the side, spreading you wide open, and they all watch as their seed drifts out of your swollen and used holes. Moaning at just how pretty you look. Blissed the fuck out.

Lloyd wipes the beads of sweat off his head, and gives your sensitive folds a slap, “We gotta do this more often, because that’s the first time I haven’t seen her begging for more. You wanna keep these two douchebags?” you can only nod, but he gets the point. “Fine, I guess you’re her little pets. Her personable fuck toys when I need to work.”

“Wait,” Bryce complains. “I thought she was ours?”

“I knew there was a damn catch.”

“She is mine,” Lloyd snorts. “Only mine. But I had to make someone hers. You are for her enjoyment, but lucky for you, she wants to be used and abused. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to ease her back down. Don’t go far. I’m sure she’ll want to ride a dick in an hour or so.”

Masterlist

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[royalsweetteaa]

Just like animals

Pairing: soft!dark!Bryce Langley x reader

GIF does not belong to me!

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - The following fic contains: Explicit smut/CNC kink, dub-con, breeding kink, chase kink, breeding kink, pain kink, unprotected sex, primal sex, sex in the woods, discussion of rape/murder/death/dark themes, talk of AFAB female assault/sexism/disadvangages, childhood friends trope, spoiler of character, degradation.

Summary: You spend your summer vacation with your childhood friend, Bryce Langley, and learn about his new obsession of questioning morals which otherwise really shouldn’t be questioned. How will he respond when you put him to the test?

Another summer season, another month spending your vacation at the Osbourne mansion household. It became a tradition after Bryce first invited you during your early years of your childhood, and now he didn’t even have to call an invite because it was expected of you to come.

He was 2 years older than you, yet he admittedly liked your company a lot. He was also very protective of you, not wanting to share his drugs with you even if you begged to try some. He didn’t want to risk getting you addicted and surrounding yourself in a drug use environment, much like him. It was hypocritical, but he didn’t care.

He wanted to keep you safe, he had once shared.

You were walking around the woods while catching up. You have been walking for hours and it was getting dark, with only the moonlight to shine up the place. You didn’t go too deep in the forest as you didn’t want to dirty your new red summer dress which you wore for the day, so you were being careful of which path you were walking.

As you were on your way back, Bryce was telling you about something he had learned through documentaries, specifically those about the ishkanani indians he had borrowed from Finn, his new neighbor.

You were grossed out to learn of how the tribe lived and how different their morals were, but you weren’t surprised as you had heard some tribes were very ancient in their thinking, - almost having the same mindset of cavemen.

“What do you find so interesting about those documentaries anyway? I didn’t peg you as a guy interested in that kind of stuff.” You pointed out.

“I wasn’t. But you know me. I always find new things to peak my interest.” He said with a grin. “Their thinking intrigues me greatly. It makes me think of how we might have developed backwards when I learn how they work as people.”

You rolled your eyes, finding his claim to be ridiculous after everything he had told about this particular tribe. “I wouldn’t say not murdering and raping out of spite is moving backwards, Bryce.”

“Well, I would say that’s debatable.” He stated casually.

What?

“Excuse me? Debating if murder or rape is immoral isn’t even a question. It goes against people’s rights to live and the right over your own body. In what circumstance do you think that’s acceptable?” You asked, absolutely bewildered.

“Well for one, it’s nature. Animals do it all the time.” He argued.

You huffed. What a convincing argument, you thought sarcastically. “Yeah, but we’re not animals, are we? We have something called morals. Animals don’t even have the brains to wrap around such a concept. Some animals eat their own kids because they can, - or they need to for survival or whatever.”

“But we were animals at one point, no? We eat, we hunt, we fuck, we reproduce. Why is it that we draw the line for the two other? I’m not saying it’s acceptable, but…it’s still a primal urge.”

You looked at him with furrowed eyebrows of concern and decided to walk past his agonizingly slow pace. You wanted to get back to the mansion.

“You’re making me feel very uncomfortable, Bryce. Why do you always feel the need to bring up weird discussions, only this time it’s wether or not rape or murder is exceptional? It’s like for each year I spend my summer here, you disturb me with your train of thought. I don’t feel safe with you anymore.”

“Oh Y/N, come on. Look, I’m sorry.” He said with little sincerity. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that. I’m just fascinated by it! Questioning morals isn’t illegal last time I checked.” He said sarcastically in a humored manner.

You ignored him as you continued walking the long path back out of the forest and to the mansion.

Though anyone should be feeling threatened by this kind of thought process, you weren’t afraid of Bryce. You were only disappointed and felt a sense of betrayal.

How could someone think like this? Where was this all coming from?

Then again, you weren’t too surprised. The closest you could recall to Bryce being somewhat of a psycho was when he at 6 years old admitted to you who was 4 that he had captured and killed a bird by continuously knocking it down with a stone.

It was inevitable for him to have some psychopathic traits when he at such a young age lacked empathy for killing an animal. Still, you stuck around of being his friend because…

Well, you were still figuring that part out. He was otherwise funny, charming, and his flirting made you feel things you haven’t felt for any other guy before. Did all that make up for his questionable mindset?

You weren’t sure.

“I mean think about it; In some tribes, they follow instincts that hasn’t been developed since many thousand years ago. They are a perfect example of how before we even had the concept of a society, we had a hunger to follow. An urge that we all deep down have in us but have learned to suppress because we grew too soft, - we’re scared to put people in their places by letting that natural hunger loose.” Bryce continued with his ramble, not noticing your distraught state as he followed you.

“Bryce, I don’t want to listen to this, -!”

“You can’t tell me you’ve never had intrusive thoughts. It’s not something we get from out of nowhere, it’s so obvious they’re from our instincts, - Instincts to assert dominance, or gain respect -!”

“Bryce!” You cut him off with frustration and turned around to see his face of awe. “You’re a grown man who since birth developed strengthened muscles, - muscles of which I have to train for to get because of my biology. You have the power to kill me with your bare hands. I don’t, unless you’re in a weakened state. Do you know how unfair and horrific it would be for me, a biological female, to be living in a society which lets biological men commit such things? We have no upper hand. We never have. Do you really think that’s fair? Would you be okay if a man sexually assaulted me because he had by your own words, ‘natural urges to follow’?”

Bryce was stunned, but not too much as he clearly was finding himself being rather ignorant for not taking it to account.

“You’re right. I apologize, I never meant to say you or any women deserves that-!”

“It’s not much about what I said either. Rape is rape and murder is murder, - and it is wrong regardless of gender, but I don’t see how you thought discussing this with me was any good idea. It’s threatening. I already have to be cautious while walking in empty streets alone. Don’t make me feel unsafe with you around too when we are in the woods, late at night.” You said without looking at him anymore.

“I didn’t…- I didn’t think of that. I’m so sorry, okay?” You weren’t halting your steps and Bryce decided to jog up to you when you were a distance ahead and have you stop so he could talk with honesty. “Y/N, listen. — I would literally fucking kill anyone who did that to you if that happened, Y/N. I swear to god I would. I would kill myself before I ever thought of doing these things to you. You need to believe me when I say that, Y/N.”

You didn’t really know what to say as you took in his words, so Bryce continued. “I’m sorry I even, -…I don’t know why, I’ve just been so absorbed with those documentaries Finn showed me. It got me thinking about stuff…” he said.

He was self aware of his stumbling of words but he couldn’t find the right ways of explaining it.

Bryce was aware he was different. He clearly had a mindset that no one seemed to understand nor have the patience to learn about. The amount of strange looks he would get when telling a statement made him feel annoyed, - sometimes even superior.

He considers himself to be an intellectual, one to think out of the box, - but he knew he went too far with this one. He knew he had once again been too absorbed for his own good.

You sighed, and looked down at your feet. Bryce remained silent while awaiting for your reply, hoping you would say something.

While rising your head up to look at him again, you said, “I know you too well to know you aren’t convinced you’re wrong unless it’s tested. -

- So let’s test it.”

Bryce’s eyebrows furrowed but he let you take his hands in yours and guide them around your neck.“Tighten your grip around my neck, Bryce.” You ordered. His eyes widened, not sure of where this was going. He only squeezed lightly, but it was enough to hold his hands there. His breath turned shallow, and you could see fire behind his eyes, though you couldn’t read him properly.

“Now listen to your ‘primal thoughts’, - whatever you call them. What are they telling you right now?”

Bryce gulped and his low breathing became uneven. He was at loss of words, not sure of where you wanted this to head at.

“Do you want to kill me?” You asked sternly, straight to the point.

You let go of his hands and let Bryce have his grip on your neck remain. You were calm internally, but your body didn’t align to that composure. You were shivering, both from the late night cold and the current crucial moment that would determine Bryce’s sanity. You both shared a dead serious look as you awaited for Bryce’s next move.

He stared at you up and down, from your eyes to where he held you. It made him realize how small your neck was as he held you there with his huge hands. He really had much power than he realized he had, and he felt guilty. Guilty that if he squeezed tighter and held your body up with your feet off the ground, you wouldn’t be able to do anything other than accept your fate to die, - unless you were a black belt in karate or something. Maybe then you would have a chance to get off his grip, but that would still require years of training, —

— The point was; You were right. It was unfair. He could for once admit he was a fool for thinking the world would be better if it was allowed, - If acting like savages would strengthen humanity and himself.

He let go, fixed up your collar of your dress where he had gripped at and stroked both of your shoulders carefully, with a cheeky smile growing on his face.

“No…I don’t want to kill you. Like I said, I would never do that to you,….only thing I’ve learned from this is I would most definitely kill for you, bambi.”

Your eyebrow narrowed, “Is that so?” You asked slyly. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, but that was just who Bryce was. He was a man with a dissimilar mind, -a mind no one could understand but you were learning and wanted to learn more.

Because as it turned out, you loved him no matter how unhinged or deranged he was. You had taken it upon yourself to be his guardian, one to guide him. You had done a fairly good job so far. Why stop here?

You smiled, and placed both of your hands on his cheeks, moving him down to your level. You placed a kiss on his cheek, to which made him wrap his arms around you appreciatively. You continued to kiss his other cheek and lastly his nose before you pulled your face away to study his face. Your eyes fell down to his broad chest, stroking him there a few times to feel him a little.

He caught onto your interest in his body, and he chuckled, “My urges are telling me something else right now though.”

“And what’s that, Bryce?” You asked innocently.

His cheeky look turned darker, and your breath hitched in your throat as you witnessed Bryce’s mind turning wicked before you.

“…I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you real bad.”

Your mouth was left open out of surprise and with an added new-coming arousal. You decided to palm his crotch while biting your lip, his groan of surprise was like music to your ears.

“You do, huh? You wanna stick your cock and go deep inside of me?” You asked seductively.

“Fuck yes, I do.” Bryce replied through a husky whisper. As he was going to grope your ass, you removed yourself from him, leaving him hard.

“That’s too bad, Bryce. Because I don’t want to.” You said, and took a few steps back. “But, I won’t have a choice if you follow your urges either way, will I?” You asked with a teasing wink.

Bryce was left confused as you ran off and took a narrow right to a side path which lead deeper into the forest.

Where were you going? He questioned first. Then, as he processed your words, it clicked.

You were playing a game. A very dangerous game.

His face darkened, and he licked his lips while he saw the last of your shadow scouring through the dark woods. “Oh, you don’t know what you have gotten yourself into, bambi.” He said, more to himself as he began to walk.

His walking quickly turned into jogging, - to straight up sprinting. Before he knew it, he was running down the narrow path, dodging overgrown branches as he scanned for the bright red colour of your dress in the dark forest.

“Come out, little red riding hood.” He called out, almost singing it with a tune. “The big bad wolf just wants to talk.”

He heard a light giggle in the area, and he knew you you were close. Very close.

“You’re so fucked once I find you…” Bryce said out of amusement.

He didn’t continue the path as he knew he would have caught up to you by now. You were hiding here.

Somewhere.

Bryce has never been so aroused in his life. He knew for a long time you were perfect for him. But this? The chase, the awaiting climax of finally catching you was turning him feral, - he hopes you are prepared for his wrath.

“You better come out now and tell me to stop because when I find you, I’m going to hold you down and abuse your cunt with my fat dick, you hear me?” He shouted as he walked through the crowded trees and bushes.

He heard a strained squeal from you straight ahead, which was when he saw the red fabric of your dress sticking out behind a tree.

Game over.

You held your breath as you heard the rustling noises of leaves getting crunched was approaching closer. The adrenaline rush made your ears be filled with the sound of your heart beat so loud.

It went quiet for a few moments, and you thought you had maybe gotten away with being caught.

You were proven wrong when you looked to the side, and saw Bryce was standing right above you. He let out the breath he had held and pounced on you before you could make a move.

“Gotcha..” he muttered as he held you down with his body on top of yours, your stomach meeting the ground as his legs trapped down yours.

“No Bryce, please don’t fuck me! I don’t wanna!” You whined playfully. You tried to wrestle him off, with little efforts.

It was obvious you were playing an act as he could see your smile through the darkness.

“Fucking whore. Pretending like I’m forcing myself on you. I bet you’re getting off from this, aren’t you?” He said, while tearing off your stockings. “I sure do.”

He hoisted your dress up and carelessly dragged down your underwear down, satisfied when he saw glistening wetness on your cunt. He wet his lips with the use of his tongue and shoved a finger inside of your pussy, trying to gather as much of your juice on his fingers as possible.

You mewled and whimpered from the lack of gentleness, but you didn’t mind. If anything, you were growing lustful from his manhandling.

Maybe it was fucked up to be enjoying this, but you couldn’t help yourself. You trusted him. He knew you did, and he trusted you in return, which you believed mattered the most for this to work. You wanted him to take you the way he wanted to.

“You’re dripping, bambi…you’re a bigger slut than I thought you are. I always thought you were a prude, but it’s true what they say, isn’t it? The ones who deny liking sex are usually the kinkiest.”

You moaned in response, your vocabulary leaving your mind as you took in the feeling of Bryce’s intrusive, thick fingers working inside of you.

“I don’t think I need to prep you more, baby. You’re wet enough as it is, and you like it rough anyway, don’t you?” He asked, not expecting an answer as he removed his fingers off your cunt and sucked off your juices with his mouth.

His other hand was still forcing your back to remain on the ground as he unzipped and took out his cock from his pants and boxers. You peeked by turning your head behind slightly to see him, - his cock being fully erect and throbbing with precum forming in pearls on his tip.

He held around your stomach and got your ass to rise up so he could finally insert himself on his waist level.

“Aaah fuuuck,” Bryce groaned while he forced himself without warning inside your throbbing heat. “What a tight fuckhole…so delicious.”

You cried out, feeling the painful invasion but you couldn’t help but thrive with it. He was so big, bigger than you have ever let inside of you. You were a virgin all over again with his size.

He didn’t wait a second to plunge his cock inside of you, already going at a fast pace as he breathed heavily from the sensation. It was almost desperate, - imitating a feral animal finally catching its mate to fulfill the purpose of breeding before the mate pulled an escape attempt.

“You’re my breeding bitch now, bambi. Going to fill up that pussy with my cum and watch it leak out of you.” He stated through occasionally nibbling on your ear.

Dizziness took over you as Bryce just took what he wanted of your body. You were overwhelmed with pleasure and need of a release.

“Oh, my goodness-!” You choked out a moan as you felt Bryce’s one hand work on your clit.

“Oh my goodness, indeed.” Bryce taunted, while continuing his abuse on your clit with harsh strokes of his index finger. “You should be thankful I put extra effort in pleasuring you. I’m only doing it because you’re special to me…”

The built up pressure of his cock pounding inside of you and his hand working on your clit was making you close to your climax, and you could tell he was getting close too by his grunts.

“Do you feel me in your tummy, bambi? You feel how fuckin’ deep I am inside of you?”

Your arms were giving up on holding up your upper body, and your chin soon met the fresh grass to rest your head on as Bryce did the work for the both of you. “Fuuuck yess, I feel you, Bryce! Oooh, please don’t stop!”

A few more harsh thrusts, and you both were getting washed over with a wave of your climaxes.

“M’going to fucking cum. Aaaah, take my fucking load,…shit!” Bryce moaned through a gasp as he released deep inside of you.

“M’cumming too, Bryce! Ooohh, fuck!” You moaned, feeling his cum warm your body and drip out with your release combined. You tightened around him, and it made him feel everything. He wanted to feel it for a few more moments.

“Stay still. Keep me nice and warm for a little more. I want to savor this feeling…”

You hummed, appreciating the warmth of Bryce’s body on top of you in contrast to the ground your stomach laid on.

He soon after pulled out and removed his weight off you, his tip leaking with your combined juices while making you turn around so he can see what he has longed to view.

He saw with each breath you let out, more cum leaked out of your sore pussy. “That’s a pretty sight there.” Bryce rasped, the image hypnotizing him.

After you were brought back to reality. “Shit, my new dress is all dirty…” you complained while standing up with the help of Bryce, brushing off as much as you could get off.

“That’s what happens when we fuck on literal dirt, bambi. I’ll bring a blanket from now on, knowing this is how a walk in the woods can get us.” He said with a chuckle, putting his cock back in the briefs of his boxers and zipped up his pants.

After putting your panties on and removed your ruined stocking, you walked back to the main path silently and carried on your way to the mansion with your hands folded together.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked out of curiosity.

You giggled and looked anywhere but at Bryce out of shyness. “I just can’t believe we did that.”

He frowned, not sure of what you were insinuating. “Do you regret it?”

You shook your head, dismissing his assuming question. “No. Not at all. You should be very thankful I’m on birth control though. You will have to use a condom if there will be a next time.”

He scoffed, “A condom? Now that’s just cruel. Thought we would keep it primal and continue fucking raw.” He said while flickering his lighter. You hadn’t picked up on him getting a cigar out of his pocket, but you digressed. “And what do you mean by ‘if’? You sealed your fate of being wrapped around my finger the moment I caught you behind that tree, bambi. You’re mine to keep, cuddle and fuck.”

You rolled your eyes at his crude way of saying ‘you’re mine’. “Is it too much of you to ask if I could be your girlfriend?”

He laughed as he lit up his cigar and breathed in the toxic and addicting smoke. Once he breathed it out of his nose, he held out an arm to wrap around you close, which made you pay attention to his face as he grinned at you.

“Okay, let me ask you out properly in my way; would you do the honors of being the chief’s mate of the Osbourne tribe?”

You laughed with a nod, slipping in a response of, “Sure.”

“Then let’s settle it with our very own ritual…” he held the cigar between your space and instructed the following, “Breathe it in when I breathe it out, okay?”

He inhaled the smoke once he placed the cigar between his lips, and leaned in to kiss you with an open mouth and he breathed out the smoke into your mouth.

You reluctantly breathed it in with shut eyes as the smoke was stronger than you were prepared for, but you had enough self control to take it.

Once he detached his lips from yours, you breathed it out and had to ruin the moment by letting out a few coughs. Your throat was dry, and though you were embarrassed of how less smooth the moment carried out, Bryce’s lighthearted laughter only made it humorous.

“There you go,…you did well. Welcome to my tribe, bambi.”

Note from author: For the people who haven’t watched ‘fierce people’, — Wait till you realize this isn’t really a ‘dark version’ of Bryce but just him. 💀

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[et-lesailes]

the summer at vlyvalle // chapter one

featuring: bryce langley (chris evans in fierce people, 2005) x reader

summary: you are bryce langley’s best friend as well as the love of his life, and he, yours. your two families live in the large, wealthy estate in vyvalle, new jersey owned by his grandfather; your family has been business partners with his family for some time now, and therefore, you and bryce were practically raised together. both of you grew up incredibly rich and privileged, though humble and grounded-- however, there has always been something slightly off about bryce’s mind and the way he thinks. you are the only one who sees this side of him, yet you still can’t help but love him, hoping that you can help him become someone more stable and healthy. when a new neighbor moves in for the summer, you can’t help but suspect that bryce’s interactions with him aren’t completely innocent, but he always manages to convince your more hopeful and optimistic side otherwise. 

story themes: romance, drama/angst, psychology, semi dark!fic 

chapter themes: ** TRIGGER WARNING. mentions of rape and mental illness

word count: approx 1400

taglist: @quant-um-fizzx, @thefvcker-tucker

note: as you’ll probably be able to tell, this story is highly based off the movie Fierce People, and while some events in it are involved in the movie as well, some are also added in from my own imagination-- especially concerning bryce’s character. if you’ve seen it, you know it’s a pretty dark movie, and so this story will have dark themes as well-- please don’t read if you feel you will get triggered. however, i will keep this story pretty short, and so the chapters will be a little short too! please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in upcoming chapters.

Your eyes flickered over your best friend’s face as his deep blue ones were completely fixated on the video he had borrowed from the new neighbor next door; Bryce had been talking about Finn Earl for quite some time now, and while his words expressed that he loved the kid and that his interest in anthropology was fascinating, you knew better than to fully trust the positivity emanating from Bryce’s sharp tongue. He may have been all laughs and smiles when telling you about the conversations he and Finn would share, but after years of growing up with him, practically being raised beside him-- you could see far beyond the surface when it came to Bryce Langley. You could see the darkness that would take over his hues when he thought nobody was looking, you could feel it. You could pick up on the undertones in his voice that were completely concealed to anyone else, even his own sister. While others found awe and joy in watching how passionate he became about a subject, you knew it was not so alluring as it seemed. 

Bryce Langley did not simply develop passions, he developed obsessions.

And yet, he did not scare you in the least. You knew what he was capable of. In fact, you were one of the only people in his entire life that knew, and this was why the man was not behind bars for using his gun to put his own father in a coma.

Perhaps you were equally as messed up to remain by his side, but you believed you could help him. And to an extent, you were right. Bryce seemed to calm down when he was around you, and while he may have found a little too much comfort and dependence on you at times, you figured that was better than him being completely independent and eventually going off the rails entirely. 

His brain fascinated you. Was that messed up, too? The way he analyzed situations, how he interpreted others’ actions, how his mind reached solutions-- you could not wrap your head around how someone so brilliant could also be so delusional, so rash. He needed help, and you knew his rich and privileged family would never give it to him considering their money and image were far more important, and so you had taken it upon yourself from a young age to be Bryce’s anchor. 

“God. Christ. This is- this is just so fucking fascinating, babe, come over here and look at this.” Bryce gestured for you to join him on the couch, his eyes still glued to the screen. Standing up from your seat at the table where you had been reading, you set the book down and came over to stand behind the couch, eyes studying the screen with interest. Bryce had told you that Finn’s father was an anthropologist studying a South American tribe called the Ishkanani, and he had also told you how violent and savage these people were. You barely bit your lip as you watched, seeing a rather vicious, bloody fight unfold between two warriors of the tribe-- you were not weak hearted, but you looked away to look down at him instead, more interested to see what those beautiful blue eyes would tell you. You recognized the look instantly; he was absorbed, he was sucked in, this was officially the beginning of his newest obsession and it did not look promising.

He suddenly grabbed your hands and pulled your arms down on either side of him so that they were wrapped around him, looking up at you with a smile so damn pure and excited that you really, really wanted to believe he was simply a former anthropology student, interested in learning about a new topic. This was what any other person would have seen, anyways. But you knew the unfortunate truth, because deep in those sparkling eyes was wickedness, and you hated that it was a part of him. 

“What do you think is interesting about it?” you asked softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. He laughed and pulled your face back, turning his head to kiss your lips. “What’s not interesting about it? I mean, look at them. They just-- they just fuckin’ take what they want, when they want it. Isn’t that how it should be? We’re so weak as a society these days, if we focused more on power and strength then the people who truly deserve high status would get it. Wouldn’t that be more fair?”

You inhaled sharply but knew better than to start an argument with him; when he got into moods like this, it was important to be calm and patient. Humming thoughtfully, you moved to sit next to him on the couch, running your fingers over his bicep. “You told me that rape is a common theme with this tribe. That they rape their opponents to make them feel humiliated, to empower them.” Arching an eyebrow, you reached up to run your fingers through his hair. “Do you really think it’s necessary to go that far?”

“Well, I mean, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do, right? How else will they learn their lesson?” 

You bit your lip harshly, somewhat looking away. You knew he was only like this because of how damn mentally unstable he was, of how erratic his brain was. It was terrifying sometimes, but if you pushed him away, it would only make it worse. He needed to learn, and if you were the only one willing to teach, then so be it.

“How would you feel if somebody did that to me? What would you do?” you asked softly, looking back up at him. He blinked before immediately frowning, growling, “I’d fuck them up, that’s what I’d fuckin’ do. You’re mine, nobody touches you.”

“What if I did something really bad, though? What if I hurt someone really bad, and that’s what they were doing to punish me?”

“It doesn’t fucking matter, babe, I’d still beat them to shit. I’m always going to protect you, you know that.”

“So you don’t think I deserve to be raped, even if I, like, really fucked up?”

“Of course not, what kind of question is--”

“Then why should other people deserve to be raped?”

He barely bit on his lip as he frowned. “It’s not the same-” he started to say, then paused, now looking deeper in thought. Yes, perhaps this was a concept that most could understand, perhaps it seemed like common sense. But you knew Bryce’s brain had always been different. Even when he was a child, he had a strange sense of humor, strange interests-- you weren’t sure if you had ever seen the man feel guilt. When you were younger, you had gotten quite easily frustrated with him. You couldn’t believe some of the things he said, the thoughts he had-- it absolutely baffled you. However, he truly was a scholar, an intellectual. He had made remarkable grades throughout his entire school life, and he excelled in philosophical and anthropological debates, despite how messed up his mind could be. It was as you grew older that you realized there was hope for him yet; he just needed guidance. Didn’t everyone, even if it was to different extents?

You could practically see his mind working, the gears whirring. A scholar like him could not simply accept the elementary argument “it’s not the same thing”, which was why he had cut himself off in the middle of saying it. He pondered for a few more moments before slowly sighing, looking down as he ran his hands through his hair. “Fuck. Okay, I-- maybe, maybe you’re right.” He spoke lowly, and you couldn’t help but feel pride that he was able to think himself out of what could have been the start of a dangerous obsession-- maybe he really was getting better. 

At least, that was what you thought, especially as he pulled you in to give you a sweet, seemingly apologetic kiss, his tongue sliding out to lovingly wrap around yours as his hands pulled you onto the comfort of his lap. The rest of your lazy Sunday afternoon consisted of kisses pressed all over your bare skin, hands feeling every inch of your body, your own fingers tangled through his soft hair as his eyes practically pierced through yours, shining with nothing but love and admiration. 

#bryce langley #fierce people #chris evans x reader #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #super big advocate of mental health here and writing stuff related to mental illness and messed up minds is my thinG #tw: mentions of rape #tw: mental health #romance #drama

[optimistic-dinosaur-nacho]

Writing asks - 1, 7 & 46?

1. When did you start writing? I started writing 3 years ago. At first, I attempted my own series that was based on me and a celeb who was in a band. Didn’t go so well. And this was all on wattpad, a friend of mine was writing and so I thought I’d do it even though I wasn’t a fan of reading but she introduced me into fanfiction. I actually made Hamilton stories on a separate account. Didn’t end well either. Then I got here.

7. Favourite writing advice? Not everyone writes the same. But that doesn’t mean you give up just because your fics are different from others. I think just go with your heart when coming up with creative ideas, crossovers, or do something related to a movie. Most of my fics come from what I dream most or what I imagined. My advice to you is not discourage yourself from writing and that you don’t have to read books in order to write stories. Writing gives you new thoughts and better ways to communicate to people in person.

46. Favourite sentence/pragraph you ever wrote? Had to dig deep into my fics. But this was recent and it stood out to me a lot.

“Alice?” You tried to look but you were still in darkness. Then you felt your eyes sting. You winced. “Someone’s awake.” You froze. Bryce. His voice sounded pleased and you suddenly sat up, inhaling sharply. You hear him shush you as he brought himself to the side of the bed. Your hands were shaking uncontrollably. Reaching up, you feel your eyes. Buttons.

This is my favorite from a horror/dark fic called Button Eyes (Bryce Langley x Reader) Some may have heard of it and it’s based off a favorite movie of mine called Caroline. I would say its my favorite because it gives you that whole ideal of going, “Holy shit. He actually did it.” And it’s like what will he do to her next? Is he actually pleased what he did? Why did he? It’s crazy to think of someone who would do that and it’s something that’s gonna stick with me for a while. But I totally would not have buttons in my eyes.

Thank you so much for dropping in! This was fun to do!

[bluemusickid]

Sneak Peak:Saccharine Sweetness

Ok, so i’ve been fully convinced by my sweetheart @ozarkthedog to write this, and I want to thank her for all her help and support, she has really been a brick.

without further ado:

Bryce tightened his hand on the steering wheel, his grip like a vice. He'd seen you again in town, your beautiful form etched into his brain, as he saw you walk hand-in-hand with that jackass you called your husband, and your child, a beautiful baby girl who looked just like you: angelic.

He couldn't explain what came over him when he saw you. He's seen you since you were pregnant with that idiot's seed, blossoming inside your delectable body. He couldn't fathom it, yet he needed you. He needed you like the air he breathed. He needed to taste your sweet nectar that you nourished your child with. And he was going to get it; by hook or by crook.

(of course, lemme know if you want to be tagged lol)

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Debauched, Deranged, & Defiled: Part 3, Bryce Langley

Summary:  Bryce likes having an audience

Pairings:  Bryce Langley X Reader X Justin Capshaw

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, D/s dynamics, degradation, oral sex (M receiving), slapping, two way mirror, drool, spit, choking, neck bulge kink, tears, sucking, anal play, creampie, mentions of future anal sex between two men, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  1.7K

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You know the rules. Know that everyone gets a turn, but tonight was different. Tonight there was going to be a new one joining in. Bryce had talked a big game about his friend Justin for quite some time. And now was the time to bring him in.

You kneel waiting in Bryce’s room, right in front of the two way mirror. Voyeurism was Bryce’s thing. He wanted everyone to have a show. The door handle slowly tilts down, and you give your ass a little wiggle, staring wide eyed waiting on him. He shoves Justin into the room, and the boy stumbles down in front of you. “Don’t touch her, until I tell you to.”

Bryce walks closer to you, tilting your head back at him, “You always look prettiest when you’re a dumb slut waiting on my cock,” your body gives a shimmy in excitement, he was worked up.

Reaching your hands to his pants, he slaps them back down, “Look at her. Such a slut she can’t even wait to suck my balls and choke on my cock, can you? She’s a filthy little slut, huh?”

“Yes, sir,” your eyes drift up to him, and you give him a pout.

“Wanna show Justin what that whore mouth is for? Go on, tell him.”

“It’s for sucking cock,” his hand grazes down your cheek and you preen at the feeling.

“Take me out,” hurriedly, your hands reach back for his pants. Undoing his button and sliding down his zipper. Your mouth connects to his lower stomach, kissing and licking along his vein. You needed to see where it landed.

Making out with his pelvis, while he smiles over at Justin, “She really is a slut goddess with her mouth, but that fucking cunt, it’s magical. She doesn’t say no. My god,” he moans, looking back down at you. You had licked your way down to the base of his cock. “Fucking tease.”

He pulls down his pants and boxers, letting that pretty cock bounce in your face. Tilting up his shaft, you lick on the underside, following that vein. Right to the tip, where you tongue his slit. Gathering up his precum, before spitting it right back on him.

Drifting lower you suck his balls in your mouth, watching that pretty boy go weak in the knees. “Such a fucking slut. Show Justin how wet you are.”

Spreading your thighs, you let your finger drift to your core, holding it up for the baby faced killer to see. “Taste her. She’s fucking amazing,” Justin does just that. His tongue circles around your fingers, and he whimpers at your taste. “I think I found you one to play with, sweetheart. Go on, suck my cock. I wanna see it.”

You know exactly what he wants to see, but you enjoy it when he gets good and frustrated. Not listening to him, gets a smack across your face, and you let his saliva soaked balls fall from your mouth, “I said I wanted to see it, you cock slut!”

Licking a long stripe up his length, you suck on his spongy tip. Your hand fisting him, and he finally smiles. “There’s a good pretty slut. Flatten that tongue. It’s been a rough evening.”

Pulling off of him with a pop, you tilt your head back and flatten your tongue. Bryce spits down into your mouth, before he slowly inches his cock in. Not stopping until he hits the back of your mouth, and then he shoves past, and into your throat.

Tears rim your eyes, and you gag over him. Drool drips past your lips, and he pulls out. Doing it again, making you wait, lungs burning with a need for air, but his hand rubs on the bulge in your throat.

“See?” he says to Justin, still looking at you. “She wants it all. It’s never enough,” his fist wraps around your throat, and a salacious moan reverberates in the room. Mascara tears stain your face, and he waits until you tap on his leg, before pulling out. Gasping for air, and wiping up your drool.

“She’s such a sloppy little slut. You ready for me to fuck your face?”

“Yes, please, sir,” you grip tight to his ass, letting Bryce crash into your mouth over and over again. Getting deeper with every thrust, his pelvis hitting your nose hard with each pound into.

“Ahh! Dammit! Fuck me!” he screams slapping your face before pushing you to the floor. Racing to the bed, where he lays down expectantly. His hand stroking on his cock. “Face towards the mirror. We’re going to have some fun with Justin.”

The poor boy’s pants were swollen, and he looked so uncomfortable, you wanted to baby him, so much. “Get your cock sucking ass over here,” he demands.

You take off your clothes as you walk to him, leaving Justin to whimper again, when you straddle Bryce. Giving him a glimpse of your pussy, before you grab his cock, and sink down to the root. Sitting up straight, you wiggle your tits at the mirror.

“Who’s watching?”

“The desperate one, Nick. I believe Ransom, and Chase. C’mere Justin,” Justin walks closer to you, and Bryce slaps harshly on your tits. “Suck on them. Let’s see if she gets off from that, and my cock stuck in her.”

Timidly Justin starts to lean forward, licking his lips hungrily, “Help him out,” Bryce growls, and you shove Justin’s face on your tit.

He was new, but eager. Sucking on your pebbled peak like a shy boy. Those puppy dog eyes staring up at you in wonder. You play with your other tit with a smirk, “There’s two, puppy,” he sucks a bit harder at the nickname, “Give me your hand,” reaching towards his hand, you place it on your tit.

With your hand over his, you show him how to knead your tit. Showing him how to tweak the nipple. “Switch,” he does as he’s told.  This time much more sure of his movements.  Kitten licking your bud, before sinking down for a hard suck.

Crawling onto the bed to get closer, and Bryce slaps at your clit, “This cunt is fluttering around me, Pup. You’re doing good. Blocking the fucking view though,” he moves slightly to the side, and Bryce slaps at you again. Letting you meekly smile down at Justin as he really gets into sucking your tit. Not having to be told to switch. Just wanting to explore your body.

“She’s so fucking wet. A little cock slut,” Bryce pushes up into you, and you cling to Justin for support.

Your hand palming the young man over his pants, and you can feel him twitch under you. Bryce with his random thrusts up into you, and Justin just learning how to use his mouth. Even his hand drifts to your clit, and he rubs tight circles on it. Everyone works in tandem, until you start hunching on Bryce for some added friction.

Justin bites down hard on your nipple, and you feel him make a mess of his pants. “That was fucking beautiful,” Bryce chastises. “If you want her to be a needy bitch and clean you up, while she fucks me she will. If not, move aside. I need to see my cock stretch this pitiful little cum dump.”

“Lay down, baby,” with a gulp, Justin settles himself between Bryce’s legs. , spreading them wide, and you lean forward. Bouncing over Bryce’s cock, and he slaps at your ass. Spreading your cheeks apart to see your puckered hole.

You lick up Justin’s spend on his pants, your hands rubbing along his soft chest, and you yelp when you feel Bryce’s thick thumb press through your tight rim.

“Fucking hell,” you hear someone groan on the other side of the mirror. “She always looks best when all her whore holes are being stimulated,” Ransom. He got off having something in every part of you. “Needy fucking whore. She loves being filled full.”

Bryce uses his free hand to slam you down harder on his cock, his sweet little moans tell you what a wet mess you’re making on him. Bryce loves it sloppy. Loves when you squirt on him, loves when you create those wet spots on his bed. Your sloppy juices is his job well done.

“Alright,” he growls, needing a readjust. “Hands back here, so I can stab into you,” lifting yourself up, you lean back. Hands behind you, and you lift yourself off him slightly. Bryce drives into you with such force, you start to see stars. Your juices leak down onto the bed below, and you see Justin watching hungrily.

“Lick it up you fucking needy pup,” Bryce grunts, and Justin leans down, his tongue licking along Bryce’s cock and your clit. Those puppy dog eyes staring up at you. Your desperate mewls makes Bryce slam harder into you. With a punch to the mirror, Justin steps back.

Screaming up a filthy prayer knowing that four men are watching you get fucked out. It’s the most beautiful symphony of depravity. Your squelching pussy, Bryce’s labored grunts, Justin’s desperate whimpers, and even the men on the other side egging Bryce on.

Your walls clench down around Bryce, and he gives another slap to your bundle of nerves. “Milk me dry. That’s what they want. They want that money shot so they can see what a cumslut you are for us. Just. A. Fucking. Cum. Dump,” punctuating every word with a slap to your little bean has you screaming and trying to close your legs.

Just when you think you can’t handle anymore, Bryce’s spunk fills you up to the brim, and you let your body collapse on top of him. He pulls his cock out of your swollen pussy, and lets your releases trickle out of you. “Justin, you have a decision to make. Who’s fucking you, while you fuck this slut baby.”

“Does she not get to choose?”

“No, she’s our dumb baby we get to fuck. Look at her. Blissed out, and dripping of cum. It’s how she likes it. You decide. Could let Freezy have your virgin hole, or maybe Lloyd, or would you want Ransom. Decisions, decisions.”

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