#noncon warning

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

noncon that gives you some choices

The sex is going to happen, but they let you choose your position and where they come <3

oooh nice

[gravitybawls]

This is what Stan looks like when his brother's about to rape him

[lunarfuneral]

tw: noncon

frank sneaking into mel’s apartment in the middle of the night to hold her down and fuck her. he just needs to get her out of his system, then he’ll move on. except he covers mels face so that she can’t know who is doing this to her, look at him and really reject him. mel wakes up and is begging whoever is doing this to stop, it hurts, she’s crying. she can’t really fight because he’s got her hands tied above her head. frank feels bad but only a little because she feels too good. the only way mel gets through it is imagining the person doing this to her as frank (he has a key, chest hair, the person’s sounds could plausibly be him). he even makes her cum involuntarily, and she’s horrified

anyways after he comes inside of her, he realizes there’s no way he can get her out of his system. mel, who is sobbing, ends up wriggling out of her face covering and sees that its frank. she instantly stops crying and is just like “oh well thank god.” shes only mad he didnt ask first, bc she would have told him that he can do whatever she wants :)

let me start this off by saying you are lucky idk who you are bc i would be living inside of your asshole bothering you every single day begging on my hands and knees for you to write a full fic of this because this pushed every button i have. im putty in your hands

this truly made me see visions and hear angels in the radio static i thought of this alllllll day. i kept thinking of a frank langdon who comes back to the pitt so unmoored and lost in his personal life and doing genuinely just really bad because that last shift ten months ago fucked him up. and ever since then he’s been thinking of mel and how he let her down. how he doesn’t want to go back to work and see her there knowing he’s a disappointment. so when he does come back he’s like on the verge of relapsing he’s scared he won’t be able to swing it and stay sober and he’s going to lose his family his kids his home he’s squandering his one and only chance at repairing his life and getting his job back but he doesn’t feel like he can do ittttt so he tries to fixate on something other than the drugs. he sets his sights on mel bc after all she’d been on his mind :) and he falls so fucking in love w her but doesn’t want to face her rejection bc it would just really blow his life up. and he feels like he can’t really move on and fix his life if he doesn’t get it out of his system!!! he thinks if he just does it this one time maybe his life will turn around and he won’t crave her anymore he won’t crave anything anymore. he’d be all cured :)

so he gets it in his mind he’ll just get it over with. he has a key, he knows her schedule and beccas—they’d grown close after he came back and she really trusts him. in my mind palace because somethings sick in my head he’d sneak in and get her from behind tying a blindfold around her and there’s a struggle she fights back she scratches at him and pushes and tries to run away but he’s just too strong. he drags her to her bed and ties her up. she’s begging him to stop crying for help it hurts so badlyyyy but he doesn’t stop. frank sees she’s having the worst experience of her life she’s in pain she’s scared he’s hurting her but she’s getting wetter and wetter the more he fucks her and the sad little pathetic noises she’s making really turn him on because he’s just been wanting her for so long. she’s so so horrified when he makes her come because he doesn’t even try to he just hits all the right spots with his dick and she comes on his cock and it’s so wet and messy she can feel how wet she got them both! it feels so wrong and so bad mels just trying to get through it and the only way she can is imagining if it’s frank ♥️ he’s the only person she’s ever wanted.

franks too busy staring at where they’re connected to notice the blindfold slipped until she clenches around him and he looks up to her tear stained face when she sees it’s him and stops crying she’s so happy bc it was all worth it since she was making him feel good :) and i talked abt how i think mel would fantasize abt this happening to her bc she’s got such a strange relationship w her own desire so even tho when she was going through the worst experience of her life thinking it was frank made it okay and then it turned out it WAS him!!! she’d feel better knowing he was gna take care of her now bc it’s him of course he is. she doesn’t even rmr how scared she was she’s just happy he wanted to use her. she’s like oh :) i can put the blindfold back on and cry again if you want me to!!!

[swanlitte]

Roldric post

I ship them in a messy unsustainable way lmoa

[sr-sam-bodypillow]

idk why but i thought of sam and fear play. i guess those yandere!sr headcanons and your dark!sam post are getting to me.

anyways, dark!sam x reader hcs?

— @staif-and-broulderbeans-anon

@staif-and-broulderbeans-anon

as the ceo of sam simps i formally apologise for taking so damn long on this ask lmao. i hope u can forgive me because this is so long and also i learned tumblr has a character limit whilst writing this which i did not know

tw: sam is a disgusting creep and a massive stalker in this, noncon/rape, assault, threats of murder, actual fucking murder, knife play, fear play, kidnapping, somnophilia, dacryphilia, possessive behaviour, general scumbaggery, yandere!sam, dark!sam, afab reader, i think this one is WAY more fucked up than the other one and i am SO SORRY

the time you think you met sam for the first time and the actual first time he saw you are very different. it was in passing at your workplace, a shitty 24/7 chain convenience store that you always managed to have the night shifts for.

it was getting late, but you still had quite a few more hours before the next guy came in to take over, and with no customers you found yourself drifting off at the counter, slumping in your seat as you took a much needed nap.

thing is, you did have a customer. sam's just far too good at being silent, standing off in the corner as he tries to figure out which iced coffee he's going to buy.

he peers around the shelves, spotting you, peacefully drifting off, messy hair framing your pretty face. you are absolutely adorable.

since there's nobody else in the shop, he spends a good few minutes walking around to make it seem like he's browsing the goods, when in reality he's watching you intently, drinking in every single detail of the scene like he's a man dying of dehydration

here's the thing about dark/yandere!sam. sam knows what he's doing is incredibly fucking creepy and weird. he just doesn't care. boundaries are a myth to him, but at the same time he has no illusions about what he's doing. he enjoys the feeling of power it gives him, the way he could scare someone into isolation with just a few well timed encounters. he's a massive sadist.

sam, having figured out where the cameras are by now, stands in a spot where he knows that he wont be spotted as he begins to take photos of you, taking a short video of the way your chest rises and falls.

he leaves without buying anything. why would he disturb you when you so clearly need it?

when you wake up, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. which you are. you very much are.

sam starts to stalk you online. he finds out every single detail he can, your social media accounts, your previous places of employment, everywhere you've lived, everywhere you've ever attended school or university, the works. he creates an entire batch of dummy accounts with false identities to follow you on accounts and to drop seemingly innocuous comments to record your responses.

within a month, he knows more about you than you could've ever possibly imagined. and you still don't even know he exists.

another thing is that he's done this to others before. but they rarely ever get past this first stage because they stop being interesting to him. not you, though. you're not so lucky.

the stalking escalates soon after to real life. you never see him, not once, as he slowly begins to map out your entire routine and lifestyle by following you.

he takes lots and lots of photos, and every single one goes up on the walls of his spare room. it's getting hard to see the original paint, and he's started having to layer photos on top of each other in some places, which upsets him.

you're taking over his entire life. you're all he thinks about. you are everything he's ever wanted and ever needed.

it goes on like this for three months before he finally 'meets' you, and even then it's been set up entirely for his own benefit.

you've just gotten some takeaway from this one place you really like when it starts pouring outside. you groan, knowing that you've got to walk home and your umbrella mysteriously vanished from your workplace just a few days ago. (sam has it.)

like a guardian angel, sam appears. he's got a big enough umbrella for the two of you and just so happens to be going in the same direction as your house. how convenient! he offers to walk with you.

you're suspicious of him at first, because it's some stranger who's come out of nowhere, but he seems to legitimately be going in the same direction as you and you really don't want to get your food wet. you agree, but keep one hand on the pepper spray in your pocket the whole time.

you chat to him on the walk back and he seems... actually quite nice! somehow, you end up with his number, and the two of you start messaging.

slowly but surely, sam begins to worm his way into your life. he doesn't rush it- no, he knows that this is a process that takes time. you need to trust him, and he is willing to wait his whole life for you.

despite all of this, he doesn't introduce you to sr. yes, he is an incredibly patient man, but if he has to take... drastic measures, he doesn't want them asking about why you've gone missing.

don't worry, you wont be dead! you'll just be tied up somewhere super safe where nobody can ever hurt you :)

sam's got a big house in a remote area. he slowly renovates one of the rooms into a perfect place to hold you, just in case

after all, he's hoping he wont ever need it. if all goes well, you won't need an introductory period where you get used to your new life, you'll just be sleeping with him from the get-go

still, he is patient. he waits. he wants everything to be picture perfect.

one day, though, you manage to test his patience a bit too much.

you don't mean to. it's just that for the very first time in the two years you've known him, you've decided to go on a date. you tell sam about the guy you're seeing, not knowing that you've given him enough information to find him.

sam is patient, but sam does not like competition. it doesn't take him much to abduct and kill them in the small apartment he rented to pretend he lived in for when you came over (he was intending to pretend that he'd just purchased his big house later down the line to convince you to move in with him)

unbeknownst to him, you already trust him far more than he thinks.

you've made your way to his apartment to ask if you can spend the night with him watching shitty horror movies instead because you're not actually too comfortable with the date and you're regretting it, only to find him halfway through butchering the man, covered in blood.

you don't even get the chance to scream. he knocks you out then and there, lamenting about how all his well-laid plans have gone to waste.

when you wake up later, it's to pleasure. you moan slightly in your half-awake stupor, too tired to really realise what's going on. is this a wet dream? it feels good, gentle hands touching you just where you want them to be.

it's only when sam laughs softly that you wake up fully, panic overtaking you.

you're tied to a wooden chair, all of your clothes having been pulled off. sam's hands rest on your thighs as he buries his face in your crotch, kissing and licking you as you squirm. you've only just woken up, but you already feel so incredibly overstimulated, his every movement sending shocks through your body.

sam takes his time. he wants to savour every single part of you.

you dont know how long he spends inbetween your legs, his beard brushing up against your skin and making you shiver. you do know that by the time he's finally has his fill you've cum at least thrice, legs shaking uncontrollably.

when he does finish, he crawls up onto your lap, kissing you gently, running his hands through your hair as he grinds his hips slightly, bulge incredibly visible in his tight pants. he's still fully clothed.

you sob uncontrollably, begging him to stop. your crying only turns him on more, and he leans in to lick your tears off your cheeks, an action that stuns you into horrified silence.

he unzips his pants, pulling out his erect cock and letting it rest on your stomach so you can see just how much you turn him on. precum begins to slowly leak down onto your skin, and you whimper pathetically.

he pulls a knife from his pocket, and slowly begins to trail it across your skin.

you yelp, telling him that you'll do anything as long as he doesn't hurt you. he coos at you, leaving hickeys on your neck.

this knife isn't to ensure your compliance. it's because sam wants to watch you bleed.

gently, he begins to leave shallow cuts along your body. they wont scar (too bad), but they will sting and they will most certainly bleed. every time he starts to drag the blade across your body you can see how his dick twitches in excitement

he begins to move, cutting away the ropes binding your legs before lifting them up and gripping onto them tightly so that he has better access to you, positioning himself at your entrance

you dont get any warning when sam slips his cock inside of you, beginning to thrust into you. again, he wants to take his time and drag this out as long as he possibly can, but it's so hard when you feel so fucking good.

it's like a switch has flipped. he becomes aggressive, grabbing you by your hair to force you to lift your head and look at him as he holds the knife to your neck. his thrusts become rougher, making the wooden chair creak with the force he's exerting.

the knife is right above your jugular, ready to drain the blood from you in one swipe. you know he can do it, too. you've already seen him murder another human. what's one more?

"beg." he hisses into your ear, grip tightening on your hair. "beg for me to fuck you, you fucking whore, or i'll slit your throat right here." the knife pushes harder into your skin, breaking the very top layers of skin and allowing a tiny amount of blood to run down your neck. "beg for me. tell me you want it, baby. i know you want it. let me hear you scream, or i'll fucking make you."

you beg. you plead for him to fuck you harder, to keep going, to be as rough with you as he likes. he listens, grabbing your jaw and forcing him to kiss you before biting down onto your shoulders, grip so tight you feel like you're going to bruise

you can't stop the broken moans that spill out of you as he slams into you over and over again. he laughs. "you're so much tighter when you're scared, darling. it's so fucking good"

you shudder as he finishes inside of you, warmth flooding in. he pulls out, grabbing his phone and taking a photo of his cum spilling out, bruises beginning to form on your body as cuts scab over

the switch flips again and he goes back to gentle and caring, brushing your hair from your eyes as he gazes at you with so much love in his eyes that it feels like it will burn you, slowly starting to take care of your superficial wounds

sam's so happy to have you, and you've got a very long time to learn to love him the way he loves you

[hazlethings]

fic update

the bottom of the well

chapter 6

Travis has imprisoned Laura at the end of "The Quarry"; she killed half of his family, after all. ... And then what happens, over the next year?

Chapter 6 is up!

psa: this one is shorter than I meant it to be (again) - it was going to include a very important scene (again), but I felt it was getting unwieldy. So I cut it in half (again).

That 2nd half is halfway done in turn, and will be up in a few days ...

... again.

Gah: how Pacing. :P

Caveat lector, as always. Mind the tags.

[rogueftm]

oh to be an adventurer who is tasked with helping a small village deal with their bandit problem, only to get in over his head and kept at the bandit camp for breeding, eventually getting me addicted to being fucked, until a party of heroes eventually comes to finish the job i was supposed to do and i thank them for rescuing me by letting them use my holes the entire trek home <33333333

[gravitybawls]

I love stancest revoked consent

Specific with rapey Ford. For some reason I just get the vibes that if Stan was like, "wait, I wanna stop- it hurts-" Ford wouldn't accept it.

He said yes before, so why is he changing his mind?

Stanley isn't allowed to change his mind (in Ford's eyes).