For Threatie's followers: your good intentions are acknowledged, but when Threatie asked you to not offer them money, that was a personal boundary for their comfort and wellbeing. You may have not recognized it as a boundary at first, but now that you know, please respect it. There are so many other places you can send your money if you want to make a difference.
You really never thought you’d get kidnapped, let alone by the Fakes. Then, come to find out, they have a new member. He calls himself Rimmy Tim, and he’s stayed out of the public eye for one reason alone: He used to be like you. A prisoner in this fancy penthouse, incapable of defending himself against the desires of the Fake AH Crew. Now he takes pleasure in telling you all the ways they could torture and kill you if you fail to perform to their level of expectations.
“C’mon, kid, it’s not so bad once you get used to the overwhelming sense of doom. Plus, lots of great sex, all the time. Plenty of booze, but you gotta be a good little hostage if you want the good stuff.” Rimmy gives you a harsh pat on the back and walks to the bar, pours himself a glass of expensive looking whiskey. “Speaking of which… c’mere and get on your knees.”
You do as you’re told out of fear for your life, and Rimmy unzips his jeans, pushes them down just enough to pop the button holding his boxers together and expose his hard cock. “I assume you’ve given a blowjob before, so get to it.” Your mouth opens and you suck this man’s dick like your life depends on it(because it really does). It’s the best blowjob you’ve ever given, and yet he appears to be... bored?
When it seems like he’s getting closer, he pulls a gun from a holster hidden under his jacket and presses it to your temple. “Make me cum or I’ll splatter your brains all over the floor.” The threat makes you suck harder, do your best to take his cock down your throat. He cums with a few growls and grunts, the gun pressing against your head more insistently, and you could swear he’s about to pull the trigger- But he doesn’t. You swallow and he steps back, zips his pants up and gives you a smile, holding his still-full glass of whiskey down towards your shaking hand. “Like I said. Good little hostages get the good stuff.”
//You sinful creatures are rather needy today -guess I’ll die- anyway, here’s an attempt for this Kept! Jeremy fic from my two favorite creatures. @wrenseroticlibrary and @alastair-made-me-undo-it I do hope its good to you ^^; been a while since I typed something up. -cough sorry if its trash-
Song: Saturnz Barz then Diablo
TW: Knife Play, Blood Play, Blood being used as lube, Victim afraid for a bit but loves it afterward, Guy x Guy. Cutting someone. It wasn’t mentioned but its consent.
Summary: It appears that Ryan couldn’t get enough of this short, strong and, thick guy. It would be a shame if he just left him here, maybe he should bring him home with him and the others? They don’t seem to mind, it looks like he caught their attention as well. Looks like this is going to be a start for Jeremy’s new life.
Jeremy...he was wondering where he was taken to. After that heist, he was blindfolded, handcuffed then shoved into the back of a van. He heard different varieties of voices coming from all the criminals that just robbed the place. He didn’t wish to listen to the comments being made his way about how he looks.
He felt himself being too worried now. What if something bad happens to him? They’re taking him, hostage, somewhere that could either lead to his doom or something far more worst than that.
When the vehicle eventually stopped. He listened to the Fakes getting out, grabbing out the bags of cash they stole. One of them went to get Jeremy out of the van, he felt a stronghold on his bare arms. Heaving him and out the vehicle. Jeremy stood was able to stand up, being taken inside. He felt a lump forming in his throat, preventing him from speaking. What the hell does he have to say to them? He can’t start up some conversation with them, he doesn’t personally know the Fakes.
He’s only been told stories about them, from other people or watching the news, to learn about what they’re doing. Why would a powerful group of criminals, want to do with an ordinary guy such as himself?
“Do we even have a room for him to stay in?” One of them began to speak, the gruff sounding tone. It could be Geoff? He can recognize that voice shouting at Ryan to hurry up and get on with the damn heist. Clearly, he doesn’t sound happy with him still for being ignored, on top of that, bringing a civilian back to their base. Not too sure to trust him, but he shouldn’t care too much about that.
What is he going to do? Kill them? How rich.
“Oh, he can stay with me!” Ryan had a sly smile on his face, he wasn’t done playing with his new toy yet.
“When are you gonna let us have a taste of him?” Michael, the one helping Jeremy walk in their place, squeezed at his arms. Earning a small flinch from Jeremy.
“Sounded like you already got a good feel with this bloke.” Gavin couldn’t help but eye up Jeremy when Michael had him stop walking to take off the blindfold and handcuffs.
Jeremy was blinded for a second when being welcomed with light so suddenly, then, his vision began to clear up to take in his new surroundings and the people that were around him.
Jack went off to see if she can find a room for him to stay in. She soon arrived back, sending him a smile. “Hello, Jeremy was it?” She asked him, standing in front of him. He bit his bottom lip and sent a nod to her.
“You probably know me, but if not, how disappointing.” Jack playfully pouted but smiled again. “I’m Jack, you should be familiar with the others.” Oh, he very much is. He just doesn’t want to believe any of this is real to him.
None of this felt real to him. It just doesn’t, it shouldn’t be. He wants to deny it but, how could he when the scene is playing in his head still? He can recall the tall brute, assault rifle strapped to his back with the safety lock on. He kept his word for Jeremy, to not hurt him with it. He had other intentions that were made clear to him soon as he took out his hunting knife, leaving a cut on Jeremy.
Having him taste his own blood. He knows it happened moments ago, he can’t believe he made it out alive but with the famous crime lords right in front of him! Despite how nerve-wracking this could be, it was a little...exciting to him.
“I have your room ready for you,” Her gaze went over to Ryan, who already was behind him. Hands placed on his hips, surprising Jeremy when he looked up. “But it seems, Ryan can’t wait to play with his new toy~”
Ryan led Jeremy towards his room once Jack got done speaking. He already dumped his gun but kept his knife with him. Jeremy’s tank top was hiding some of the cuts he left on him, he wanted to graze it over his skin to get him shivering and to hear his voice more.
He was still hard from that and doesn’t seem it’ll go down any time sooner.
The others were glad that these walls aren’t soundproof, they’ll be able to hear everything that’s going on in there.
Soon as the two made it in his room, Ryan didn’t waste any time kissing Jeremy. Jeremy didn’t expect it to be soft and sweet. That was until he saw the knife from the corner of his eyes. He lets out a shaky sigh when Ryan pressed his bulge against Jeremy’s. He can feel how excited this was making him, much more since they had all the time in the world.
Ryan brought him down to his bed. “Strip.” He moved back to do so as well, it would be a shame if he cut a small opening to Jeremy’s pants to rip them wide open so it’ll be easier to fuck him. He should buy him an ugly pair to do just that.
Jeremy already slipped off his top and shimmed out of his pants. His boxers felt tight around his ass and were having trouble trying to contain his cock that already stained it with pre-cum.
Seemed Ryan took notice of him, he already had his mask off to reveal to him his actual face. Letting his eyes eat up what he’s seeing, fresh cuts slowly healing, tone chest he’ll ravish once he gives his thighs some love. Then his boxers, stained already and covering up something big.
He should ride him later. If having the energy after this.
Ryan got between his legs, knife resting on his inner thigh. His knuckles brushed over the soft flesh, he couldn’t resist groping a feel of it. The flesh felt soft and squishy, he could grope it for a long time and wouldn’t be tired of it. He brought the knife over when letting go of it, pressing it against it. “You don’t mind if I cut you a little?”
“I-I suppose that’ll be fine.” Jeremy breathed out a quiet pant, he wanted him to pin him down with those big strong arms. He was horny and waiting for Ryan to start already.
He cuts the skin, earning a small hiss from Jeremy. Watching the blood began to dribble out and follow the cut. Till Ryan moved the knife away to leave another one on his other knife, already leaving rather long cut on his thigh. Instead of a pained whine or whimper coming from him, Jeremy lets out a moan that got Ryan to press down a little deeper for him to groan afterward.
Damn, he can’t wait any longer. Ryan dropped the knife to lean over to his drawer, knowing he left some lube in there. When grabbing it, he smeared some over his fingers. Jeremy lets out a small chuckle at that. “What?”
“I was thinking, you were gonna use my blood for lube.”
That- doesn’t sound like a bad idea to him. Ryan scooped up some of Jeremy’s blood, seeing him watch his fingers move down. He wasn’t actually serious about that he was just-
Jeremy felt two long fingers in his puckered, tight ass, leaving Jeremy to shiver a little from how cold it was. Or maybe the thought of his own blood being inside him now. Being rubbed and stroked over his walls, having him roll his hips a little from his fingers that left tingles and small sparks for him to let out a groan.
Ryan loved the reaction he was getting, especially how his hole was hugging his fingers. Not wanting to let go of those fingers that were pleasing him, little by little. He dragged his fingers out of him to replace it with his throbbing, hard cock.
Didn’t take much to ease up in him, the lube made it easy to get in him deep. When Ryan can see some of the blood when pulling out to slam back in. He didn’t hold back from being rough with him.
That practically riled him up even more. He slammed in him hard, Jeremy arched his back from the roughness. “Nngh- fuck!” He already grabbed at the sheets. Pushing back into his thrust, he felt Ryan go in deeper. Getting his toes to curl up and for him to almost gasp.
Jeremy tried to move with his thrust, eyes rolled back already when Ryan angled his hips a little to move faster. He felt his cock begin to throb now, damn he’s close already. A surprised moan left his mouth when Ryan grabbed the knife to cut his side, dropping it again to run his finger over it. Gathering up some blood on his index finger, he moved it to his mouth to lick it.
The coppery taste of his blood, Ryan moaned from the taste, that getting him to cum deep inside him already. Jeremy load shot out, staining his chest and Ryan’s stomach. God, Ryan could’ve cut him so more.
When he pulled out, he moved the knife away to help Jeremy up. To help him walk over to the bathroom that was near his room to shower and clean up his cuts. Jeremy leaned against the wall while Ryan was trying to be delicate when it came to lathering soap over his cuts. Knowing it’ll burn him but he’s trying not to press into it.
Jeremy does appreciate the gentle touch from Ryan, he was giving him small kisses on his cheek when bathing him and cleaning him out. Even when finishing when cleaning the cuts and wrapping it with a layer of elastic bandages. Ryan walked out to get Jeremy some clothes, have to wear some of his for the time being.
Jeremy took the chance to look around the bathroom, it looked decent. Better than the one he has back at his place. He would walk back out, but he has a feeling he would become more than just eye candy for the other Fakes. They all wanted him and seemed like they’ll pounce him if he walks out like this.
After Ryan got him some clothes and boxers, the two walked out of the bathroom. “Had fun you two?” Jack asked the two, she was looking over some blueprints with Michael at the moment. Decided to greet them after the fun they just had. Surprised the bed didn’t break after that.
“Yeah.” Ryan went over to look over them as well. Jeremy sat down on the couch, watching them look over the blueprints or Gavin and Michael in the kitchen talking to each other. It isn’t so bad, this felt a little relaxing. He shouldn’t be for being at this place, but he does. Maybe being here wouldn’t be so bad?
//Ending it here. Honestly, didn’t think I’d make it this short? It would’ve been longer but I freaking procrastinate I’m sorry. I do hope you like it, maybe I might do another part to this? It wouldn’t be so bad to make another one of these. Or even short snippets of them.
Today was Jeremy’s birthday, and he hadn’t told the crew.
He hadn’t wanted to make a thing of it. Not so soon into his relationship with the Fakes. Who knew how they celebrated birthdays? If they celebrated birthdays?
Who knew if they even cared?
Part of Jeremy wanted to tell them everything. But another part, the part that whispered self-doubts, told him not to set himself up for disappointment.
In the end, he hadn’t mentioned the impending milestone. And that was fine, he told himself. He was an adult. He didn’t need birthdays.
Jeremy wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings as he stepped out of his room that morning. A dangerous habit anywhere else, but HQ was the safest place in the world. That was why it took him completely by surprise when a hand flashed at the edge of his vision, a thin cord catching him under the chin. Jeremy flailed, spinning to face the unseen threat-
And found himself face to face with a laughing Ryan, a party hat perched jauntily on his head.
“Ha, I did it!” Ryan pulled him into a crushing hug, clapping him on the back. “The sneaking part’s easy, it’s the hat part I wasn’t sure I could pull off. Happy birthday, Jeremy!”
A hopeful warmth was curling in Jeremy’s chest. “Thanks, man.” He pulled back, reaching up to touch the party hat that had been slipped over his head. “Hey, how’d you know? I didn’t think I mentioned it.”
“Psh, are you kidding me?” Ryan laughed. “Gavin stalked the shit out of you before we met. We know all your security question answers, from the name of your first pet to your favorite sex positions.”
Jeremy couldn’t help the grin that was spreading across his face. “Wait, really? I know Gavin’s good, but-”
“Nah, not that last one.” Ryan’s hand slipped into his, solid and real. “But you can show me later. After breakfast. Jack’s making pancakes. She’s decided that all the foods today need to have ‘cake’ in the name, and Gavin’s sulking that he doesn’t get to jump out of any of them like a stripper.”
Jeremy’s grin was widening as he fell into step beside Ryan, the warmth in his chest making him feel light and giddy. “All day? How many ‘cake’ foods are there?”
“More than you’d think. Oh, and there’s presents, but you have to blow out the candles on something first.”
As he followed Ryan down to breakfast, Jeremy couldn’t believe he’d ever been worried. The warm feeling was settling into a calm assurance, a certainty, that he was loved.
