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Ms. My

Henry creel x fem!reader

pt.1

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──────── Nov 26th ────────

“Mr. Whatsit, where do you go everyday?” Her mouth was stuffed with the many strawberries he had brought for her.

“Why do you still call me Mr. Whatsit, didn’t we agreed on using our names, Ms. My?” He answered while calmly staring at her, she had gone used to it, his calmness, the uneasy way he stared at her when she was playing on the living room.

“You didn’t answered my question” when she finished chewing her strawberries she spoke.

“I will answer when you answer my question” for a few seconds both stared at each other, her big eyes bored into his in a eye contact fight, which of course she lost by smiling.

“Because you are Mr. Whatsit”

“Just because of that?” At his question she hummed while offering him one of her strawberries when he was going to take it on his hand she snatched it away, he gave her a confused look, but then she offered it to him again pushing it just slightly on his lips, he opened just slightly his mouth, and she pushed it into it. “It doesn’t make sense”

She gave him a satisfied smile while standing up, her plate was now empty, and even though doing dishes was one of her worst qualities she still did them.

His eyes scanned her figure while she walked to the kitchen, her dress sway with each of her steps, barefoot, the plant of her feet red from how much she’d been dancing on her room, messy hair that made her look like a doll that had been thrown away and found later.

It’s been a long time. More than he thought he will keep her, and somehow he didn’t regretted it.

He loved to be on her mind, she thought of things nobody would think, no people of her age at least.

The first week she cried, begging him to take her home, confessing that she missed going to school and help her mom doing chores, every day non stop she cried, but not just about missing her home, she told him her lower belly was hurting, not knowing it was him.

The second week he made her feel home, she didn’t cried, but now she confessed him about having nightmares, she thought it was the monsters he warned her about, not knowing it was him.

The next weeks she was tranquil, the pain never went away, but she lived with it. She didn’t spoke about her parents anymore, or school, her thoughts were just about him, Mr. Whatsit. Not knowing it was him.

He was always on her head, or better said, she was on his, he feed of her thoughts, her innocence slowly slipping away,

That pain, it wasn’t any pain.

But there was no way she will ever know, everyday was November 24, the day she was taken.

A loop, product of her mind.

And while he brushed her hair before going to bed, she stared at the clock, it didn’t moved, the hands of the clock were stuck, something was weird, but she didn’t questioned it, after all, Mr. Whatsit will never do something to hurt her… right?

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Ms. My

Henry creel x fem!reader

pt.2

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──────── Nov 24th ────────

It wasn’t usual that teens had innocent minds, usually they were already fucked up and full of experience that’s why he didn’t took them, but not her, she wasn’t like them, she was pure, innocent, naive.

The first time she saw him.

It was during lunch time, she was a loner so most part of the time she spend it on the yard outside of the school or went for a walk on the forest, that day wasn’t an exception.

As soon as the bell rang she walked outside, many shoulders slumped onto her, but she ignored them, walking until she reached her favorite part of the forest, a small house of kitties, she had builded it for them, a kitten and the mom cat.

“Hi Ms. phoebe, and baby Leto, who are you both?” She spoke to the felines like if they will answer her. She somehow wished they will speak though. It must be because she didn’t had friends, or at least that’s what Ms. Kelley told her and her parents.

She chattered with them till Phoebe and Leto ran from her, like if something or someone had startled them, she turned around and behind her she saw a fancy man, tall, blonde, glasses, he looked really elegant.

That was one of the many times she met him, she called him Mr. Whatsit, he laughed but said he liked it, although as an exchange he told her he will call her Ms. My, she didn’t quite understood what did it meant since he didn’t explain it to her, but still didn’t questioned him.

Their encounters became more often.

There were times where she saw him outside of her window before going to bed, when she was going to put the plates on the table through the window, or when she went shopping with her mom, she will always greet him, but what she didn’t knew was that he wasn’t actually there.

Her parents started to worry, the kids at her school avoided her even more, Ms. kelley called her often to her office, she sleep walked, talked by herself, and it got to the point when her grades dropped, Mr. Whatsit said that it was okay, grades weren’t everything in life, and she believed everything he said.

The day he took her.

It was time to go to bed, she could hear her parents discussing about her, like every other night, she laid into her bed looking up at the ceiling, she hadn’t saw Mr. Whatsit in many days, she wondered where he was, or what he was doing, he often disappeared for days and when he came back he will bring gifts with him, she dozen off thinking in about what he will bring her this time.

He had waited for her, he did

He stood in front of her the foot of the bed, her new bed.

She slept peacefully, she had no idea that there were people looking for her, and that from that day on, nobody will see her again.

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Crybaby

Mean!Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

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──────── Nov 10th ────────

There were better days than others, and today definitely wasn’t one.

His palm slapped harshly her cunt, making her twitch on his lap.

She didn’t even remembered how it had started, just that he pulled her into his bedroom, and got her naked in seconds.

Maybe one of his many girlfriend broke up with him, or maybe he had a fight with Neil.

There were many possibilities, but the only thing she knew was that she was his stress relief.

His fingers harshly rubbed against her sensitive skin, there were times his fingers slipped on her hole getting cries and squeaks from her part.

Obscene sounds were heard around the room, even over Billy’s loud music, she wondered if he was ever scared of them being caught, maybe he wasn’t. He had told her that when he cornered her the first time, he didn’t cared if she accused him, at the end of the day, nobody will believe her.

Her toes curled against the ground, she just wanted to end this, no matter how many times she squirted, tightened around his fingers, cried over his bed sheets, he never stopped.

She cried like a little girl.

And those were cries that weren’t heard.

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Bound

Mean!rafe cameron x short!reader

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──────── Nov 17th ────────

‘Dating’ rafe meant everyone will know your business, he wasn’t exactly subtle when making his jealous scenes, when she spoke to a guy a fight was gonna happen, that was for sure, if she wear a short skirt he for sure had his fingers under her panties.

When they got into a fight he will slap and curse the shit out of her, then having the worst angry sex she never got before, no aftercare, he left that clear, he didn’t have a fuck if she got pregnant.

She was just a pogue, some girl that got her place with the kooks by dating Rafe Cameron. But not everyone knew the truth. Well they kind of did, Rafe’s addiction was a problem she never thought she will have.

She wasn’t that much younger than him, freshly graduated from high school, full of dreams, and with a scholarship on her way. Too bad she got on his way.

Pure, innocent, and everybody loved her. But then he came into her life.

Grades dropped, she didn’t smiled like she used to, the stress was visible on her face, and a little bump growing on her, and he somehow took pleasure on that.

Her body trembled under him, he thrusted on her mouth just like he did minutes ago with her pussy, you will say that now at this point she should be used to his roughness, but Rafe was strong, muscular, big, and always high, every time she put a fight on him a black eye was for sure on her face the next day.

Her palms slapped his thighs, her stomach started to contract, and she could feel that pain of her chest, one that she hated bad, she had thrown up before, and what he did to her that day was something she didn’t wanted to feel again, but he didn’t even reacted, his heavy breaths were loud on his room, even they way his balls slapped her chin was louder than her tries to get him away from her.

When she couldn’t hold it anymore she stared to gag loudly, now giving him full fist hits, and he went faster, he was big, his dick was for sure reaching parts of her throat nobody had ever reached before.

In one particular thrust she bursted right on his manhood, and followed by that a harsh slap that nearly knocked her out.

“What the fuck was that?!” The blond shock her body, she was about to pass out and it seemed that he only cared about himself.

She apologized over and over again, tears rolling down her cheeks, when she stated to crawl away he pushed her back to him.

It didn’t mattered because he got what he wanted.

Good partner, big house, and a child to take care of.

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Die or live

Dark!Dimitri Antonov ‘Enzo’ x fem!reader

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──────── Nov 25th ────────

She had two options: Die or live.

She didn’t wanted none of them, dying meant never seeing the sun again, stop breathing, resign everything, but living was way worse, and sadly she chose the worse option.

She could still smell his scent on her skin, it had been months, or maybe weeks, she wasn’t sure anymore, she stopped counting after one-hundred-seventy-two days, when one day he lost his patience and knocked her out.

There were better days than others of course, when she didn’t saw him it meant sitting quietly while shaking from the harsh cold. In that room, well, more like a bathroom, there wasn’t many space to hide, it was literally just a toilet, a sink, and that was it, dry blood from surely her, and a belt that he had left in there for some reason.

But there were days where she wished she was dead.

The room was dark, she was crying silently in the corner close to the toilet, he was there, he was looking attentively at her, cigarette on his finger while smoking quietly, he was doing it on purpose, making her believe he wasn’t going to try to do anything for then just strike like a hungry animal.

He observed her trembling body which was trying to hide and cover herself from him and the cold, when he only had the cigarette butt he threw it at her, burning just slightly her knee.

He never went for her face, he will say that she was too pretty for that, beauty is the most important part in a woman.

It didn’t mattered if she cried or screamed for him to stop, he never did, she was his stress reliever, he was testing her limits.

By the time when the sun rose through the small window she was barely breathing, legs open, her cunt dropping his cum and blood, surely it was hers, head to the side while her arms were limped under her, and yet the worst part was yet to come.

She heard it before feel it, water, the water was so cold she tried to run away from it, but it followed her, he held the hose it was his final method of torture.

And still, she couldn’t chose to die

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Mr. Keeper

Militar!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

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──────── Nov 21st ────────

He has never been the gentle type.

No right now, no before.

Leaving the outer banks had been like fresh air in a desert, joining the army wasn’t something he wanted to do, but he needed a break, so that was his only option.

He learnt many things

If you saw a young girl in need of help of course you will help them… right?, is the right thing to do after all, but not him, not Rafe Cameron,

When he met her she looked like a baby kitten, lost, cold, and hungry, he gave her a shelter on a small cabin deep on the forest that he found once while on duty, it wasn’t much but it was decent.

And he will not lie, at first he did it out of kindness, taking care of her, and as soon as the waters lightened he will get her to her house.

But then when his mind started to change, just imagine, a young girl by herself, with no one to look for her, alone with a guy who had more problems than solutions? yeah you definitely had to see that coming.

His body got used to her, and he wasn’t sure if he was going to take her back home, and definitely no after knowing that a little life was forming on her belly

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Baby, pose for me

Mean!rafe cameron x hispanic !reader

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──────── Nov 15th ────────

She had two biggest worst fears, not being able to be someone in life and someone new getting into her life.

It started a night, when she went to a pool party for the first time in her life. Her sister had insisted in her going, Kiara was a party girl, thing that she clearly wasn’t, and it was worst knowing that it always ended on a fight between pogues and kooks, but there she was anyways.

She was the total opposite of Kiara, who had friends, actually had stories to tell her future kids of her teenage years, and even a boyfriend, she didn’t, it wasn’t that her parents pressured her, she actually wanted to be someone in life and wanted to leave outer banks.

The beach life wasn’t for her.

The house of God knows who was warm, the many people in there made her get overwhelmed, she told Kiara that she was going to get some fresh air which her sister didn’t opposed too.

When she stepped out she sat on the dirt, right behind a tree a little bit far away from the house, it was like she could still hear the music but now a little bit more muffled. Her peace didn’t lasted long when a tall figure appeared out of nowhere, tall, white, blonde, and clearly fit, but he looked a bit out of place, eyes looking at her in a way nobody had ever do it, she kind of knew him, I mean, who didn’t knew him.

Rafe Cameron, the kook prince, even though she was a few years younger, thanks to her good academic grades she was on the same year as him, well, even more ahead than him, she went into the good school all kooks went.

She only had two encounters with him, and she remembered them really well, the first one was on her first day of school, even though she was rich she wasn’t considered a kook, nor a pogue, so he didn’t waste no time in telling her no to get on her way, the second one was once when Sarah Cameron, his sister was hanging out with Kiara and his friends and he went to look for her, threatening everybody to not get closer to his sister, including her.

But now his piercing stare told her he was everything but sober, she tried to stand up but he got on her way.

“Rafe, can-can you move… please?” he voice quivered as she tried once again to pass around him.

He let out a chuckle, not a mocking one like she had saw him do it before, this one was serious, like if he was getting what he wanted.

“Well I can move, I just don’t want to” he caged her on the tree, each of his arms leaving her no exit to escape from, and when she was about to talk again he interrupted her “Let me ask you something Miss carrera… do you think you are better than me?”

His question took her by surprise, making her shake her head while trying to get up for the third time, but this time he pushed her harshly her body crashing into the dirt getting a whimper from her part.

“I mean, you walk around campus no looking at anybody, I think you think you are better that me”

Before he could keep talking she spoke trying to defend her honor “I have never done anything to make you think like that raf-“ his hand crashed on her left cheek.

She will have barked back, maybe slapped him, or just walked away, but the laughter of two guys behind Rafe made her panic.

Topper and kelce, the guys looked amused, topper had a camera on his hand, kelce just laughed cynically while leaning into another tree.

If they decided to do something it was clearly she was fucked up, there was no way nobody will help her.

And it happened.

His crashed onto hers, she wasn’t the tall type, so his arms went around her waist lifting her up ignoring her kicks and attempts to bite him.

Her clothes soon went directly on the dirt, besides her muffled cries she saw the flash of toppers camera and their words.

‘Damn bro’

‘Fuck her hard’

‘I didn’t thought he will do it’

And their laughs louder and louder. The obscene noise of their skin snapping together, she wasn’t sure she zone out, her mind blocked the situation she was in.

No matter how hard she scratched, screamed, or cried, he didn’t let her go, and the worst thing?, it was all filmed.

When he discarded her naked and used body on the dirt topper brought closer the camera.

“Tell me girl, how it felt having Cameron’s dick shoved up your ass uh?”

They all laughed, and it was something she will never forget.

Their mocking smiles, rafe’s body almost trying to diffuse with hers, the warmth of his cum deep inside her womb and sliding down her legs.

She didn’t remembered how she got home, well, she kinda did, rafe gave her his hoodie, which nearly made her gagged up, she smelled like him and the fact that she was wearing something that belonged to him made her feel nauseous.

The Cameron boy made her get on his legs on the back seat of topper’s truck, he smoked as if he hadn’t just taken away a precious part of her, sometimes mockingly offering her some of it, when she avoided his look he will just kiss her

The drive from that place to her house felt longer than it was, and after they left her on the entrance of her house she still remembered rafe’s words.

“Don’t tell anyone, unless you want everyone to see the kind of whore you are”

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Lilith

Cult leader!Owen Taylor x reader

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──────── Nov 4th ────────

It was wrong, it definitely was.

But God told him to do it, she was the one

She was kneeling at the foot of the bed, facing the cross, hair sprawled over her naked back, rosary between her hands, praying on a low voice.

He had made her pray.

“Holy mother, full of grace, the lord is with you…” she stopped turning her head slightly over her shoulder looking up at him.

He muttered slightly what was next making her keep going.

“Blessed are you among the women… and bless is the fruit of your womb, Jesus…” her voice broke when she felt his presence behind her, his big hands tidying her long hair on a messy ponytail. “Holy Mary, mother of God, pray for us sinners now and on the hour of our death… Amen”

His hands slowly went to her waist, standing her up slowly, her legs threatening to give up it’s been hours since she was on the same position, praying over and over again.

Her body was light against him, it was easier for him to manhandled her, slowly he put her on his bed, legs under her while tears rolled down her glossy cheeks.

“It’s okay” he muttered while taking off his belt, the sound making her let out a sob, breath getting quicker while squeezing hard the black rosary.

He stood behind her, now even closer, he gave her a kiss at the top of her head, while his hands slowly touched the shape of her body, until he got to her most private part.

Two fingers went directly to her cunt, feeling dryness on it, she had tried to get away from him at his attempts to wet her, when he got pissed of at her lack of reaction he pushed her on the bed, ass up, and head down.

Outside of the room, her mom prayed while listening to her agonizing cries.