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I love you all and I thank you for all of your support. I will occasionally log back into this account to chat but there will be no more fics. I hope you all understand.

Much love, Issie xx

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Burning, branding, wound descriptions, mentions of being naked(not in a sexual way.. kinda) and mentions of kidnapping.

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𝐀/𝐧: hi! I hope you’re all okay❤️ this is just a quick filler chapter so the next chapter is probably gonna be REALLY long🤞

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝‼️

So this is actual fear?

I couldn't see anything.

I couldn't feel anything.

I couldn't speak.

I could only hear someone walking around me. I was stood somewhere with my hands and arms chained above my head to a table, my ankles chained to the other side of the table, a blindfold around my eyes, a gag in my mouth and I had goosebumps all over due to my clothes being removed. I thought that first night when I was stuck in my room was the most fear I had felt but I was so fucking wrong.

All of a sudden, my blindfold was removed and a bright light burned into my brain. When I could finally see properly, Clown's mask came into view along with Corey's and Jim's.

"Aww, look at her," Corey cooed, "she's scared. A wicked smile was on his face — that little fucker was enjoying seeing me like this.

"Do you know why you're here?" Clown asked. I shook my head lightly in reply, trying to to let drool slip past my lips. "I think you do know," he said sternly.

I truly didn't. I racked my brain on what could've caused this. Was it my attitude? Did I miss something they told me to do? Was it going in Sid's room?

"Should we get Chris in here and ask him then?" Jim tilted his head. My eyes widened and all I could think about after Jim said that was if Chris was okay. Did they hurt him?

"Now, we told you our rules, you agreed to follow them, but you didn't. That's not very nice now is it, Y/n?" Corey stated.

Before I could shake my head in reply, I felt Jim's hand on my thigh, slowly travelling higher and higher but not touching my core. I let out a strangled whimper but he still didn't touch me where I now needed him most.

"Now, because you haven't been the good girl we thought you were - we'll treat you like the bad girl you've been," Clown laughed under his breath.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Corey holding something in his hands. It was like a long metal rod and he was heating the end of it up.

Many thoughts swarmed my head as Corey walked over to me - the end of the metal had a symbol shaped like a ‘S’ and it was glowing red from heat. I screamed and tried to free myself from my restraints but nothing worked. Especially when Clown and Jim held me tightly against the table as Corey pressed the burning hot iron onto the skin of my thigh, holding it into place. Fuck! They were branding me.

I screamed and tears flowed out of my eyes at the pain. It felt like someone had cut the skin off my thigh and poured burning hot water onto the wound.

“Shh, baby. It’s okay,” Jim comforted me. I couldn’t focus on him though as the metal was pulled away from my skin finally.

“See this?” Clown pointed to the mark, “now you belong to us and only us.”

I could feel either Jim or Corey put some cream, gauze and then a bandage over the burn. My head was spinning from the pain and my vision was blurring and un blurring. I felt my restraints loosen and my limp body being picked up by… Jim.

Now, in all honesty despite him being too fucking tall, Jim didn’t scare me as much as Mick. His energy was calming unlike Corey and Clown. It seemed like Jim, Paul and Chris were the most sane of the group — their eyes were the only thing I could see if their face but don’t they always say that the eyes are a key to the soul? Or some whimsical shit?

I watched as we passed a few doors and passed by Sid’s open door which gave me a front row view to him sat in his swing chair…

Holding his ears? Was he sniffing as well? I felt so bad for him because Sid always seemed like he just wanted to be comforted.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of kidnapping, mentions of injury and Sid mocking your moans.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1116

𝐀/𝐧: HALLO! Im currently sick so uploads might be more frequent for the next couple of days. MAY OR MAY NOT!!

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I woke up in Chris's arms, his mask was slightly off centre and I could see his lips.

"Stop staring," he groaned as he sat up.

"Wasn't staring, I have fixated eye syndrome," I said.

"Mhm, sure," he grumbled.

He got out of the bed and walked over to the door, "come on."

I furrowed my brows but followed him despite my grogginess. He took my wrist in his hand and pulled me towards the kitchen before pointing at a seat, "sit."

I did as I was told, guaranteed, I felt somewhat safe around Chris but I still didn't know what any of them were capable of if I didn't obey them. He opened one of the top cabinets and pulled out a first aid kit.

"Couldn't you have done this in your room?" I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Mick told me he wanted to show you something today so it's better if I do it in here," he shrugged.

"Any heads up on what it is?"

"All he said was he wanted to show you something."

I just nodded and held out my hands to him. He removed the bandages and took a look at them, the swelling had gone down and the bruises had gone a different colour whereas the scabs and cuts were very visible but completely fine.

"You won't need them re bandaged but go careful," he said as he put the box back in the cupboard.

"What happens if I don't?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Attitude," Mick warned as he entered the room, "you need to go get dressed."

I turned to look at him, he was just wearing his mask and a pair of black sweatpants. Me on the other hand, I was still wearing Chris' boxers and shirt. I got up from my seat and shuffled my way through the halls until I reached an open door, I peered inside and saw Sid sat on a roof swing while flicking through a comic.

"Has that one got words, Ivy League?" I smirked.

"Fucking Christ, you scared me," he placed his hand on his chest, "only a few but you said it counts."

I rolled my eyes then studied his room from the door, "you just gonna gawk at me or invite me in?"

"Wanna come in?" He offered.

"Yes, thank you," I replied and sat on his bed, "do you know where Mick is showing me today?"

"Nope. Did you have fun last night?" He smirked.

"What do you mean?" I avoided eye contact.

"Please, Chris. Fuck me, Chris," he mocked me with a laugh.

"Shut up!" I gritted my teeth at him.

"Fuck, ahh~ Chris," he continued his mocking.

I got up from his bed and started to walk towards the door, "wait, Y/n don't go. I was just joking."

"Mhm."

"I'm sorry," he said quietly.

I stopped in my tracks and walked back into his room. I one again looked around, my eyes landing on a sketchbook on his desk, "can I see?"

He nodded and went back to reading his comic. I flipped through the pages, some had drawings of flowers, some had drawings of bugs while others had drawings of... body parts.

"I'm a boob guy," he whispered in my ear.

"Stop doing that!" I gasped and swatted his chest.

"You like them?" He asked pointing to the sketch of boobs.

"They're very real looking, I'll give you that," I nodded slowly.

He rested his head on my shoulder, watching as I flipped through the pages. His arms held my waist tight, I could tell he just wanted some comfort — and I didn't blame him because I did too. However, our wholesome moment was cut short by Mick calling my name.

"Mick needs me but I'll be back," I waved to Sid.

I ran down the hall before running directly into Mick - who was now wearing a plain black shirt- "where were you? And why haven't you changed?" His blue eyes bore into my soul, staring into me as if he wanted to know more about me.

"I couldn't find my room," I replied shyly. I'm not gonna lie, Mick scared me - he was at least six foot five with black hair and blue eyes. Every time he looked at me, his eyes held one emotion — what emotion it was was hard to determine without seeing the rest of his face. It could be anything from hatred to admiration or annoyance to lust.

"It's just down here," he replied, grabbing my arm and leading me to a door with so many fucking locks on the outside.

"What should I wear?" I looked up at him.

"There should be a knitted sweater in there, so wear that with anything," he said before closing the door behind me.

I went over to the closet in the corner of the room and opened it to find a few of my clothes from my house and some clothes I hadn't seen before and amongst all of them was one knitted sweater. I grabbed that along with a pair of mid-rise jeans and my favourite Converse shoes.

"Im dressed!" I yelled to Mick on the other side of the door.

He let me out and held my wrist tight, pulling me towards two big wooden doors.

"I thought I'd take you out to the garden today, Clown gave me the green light to," he said, this time, a smile was evident in his eyes and slightly on his lips from what I could see.

I also smiled, for the first time in what felt like ages, I was finally allowed to go outside.

From the second I stepped foot outside, I didn't want to leave. I could hear the birds, I could see the sky and the minimal clouds, I could smell the fresh rain that must've fallen the previous night and most importantly of all, I could feel again. I could feel like a human and not just an object that had been stolen, I could feel... feelings again — happiness, anger, contentment and fear. "Look here," Mick said as he dragged me - again - towards a flower bed.

"Are these your flowers?" I asked while inspecting all the different kinds.

"Yep, all of us got to add a couple pieces to the house that we thought you'd like and I chose these and something else you'll see later," he replied.

"Mick, they're lovely!" I beamed as I hugged him tightly.

I could tell he was unsure about the hug but he nonetheless hugged me back, rubbing soothing circles on my back with his thumb.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut, oral)f!receiving), bondage, language, description of injury, and mentions of kidnapping.

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𝐀/𝐧: long time, no see, huh?! Anyways, because it’s now summer, I will be uploading more! Love you all<3

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 - 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒

I was fully engrossed in the book, Greek Mythology had always interested me. The tales of gods and goddesses, the tales of victory and failure, the tales of life and death. My all-time favorite goddess is Hecate - the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, moon, ghosts and necromancy. Once again, I've always had a fascination with the moon, stars and the night and the study of witchcraft. If I had half a brain or an attention span longer than 10 seconds for anything that's not a book or music — or Labyrinth.

"How's your book?" Sid asked from across the room.

"Captivating," I replied, "you read?"

"I read comics if that counts?" he shrugged.

"With words, yes. Just pictures, no," I said, not looking up from the book.

"Yes, I read then," he said.

"That's great, ivy league," I rolled my eyes.

"Attitude, gorgeous," I heard Chris chuckle as he walked into the room.

"It's personality," I shrugged.

"How are your hands?" he asked.

"They ache a bit but I'll manage," I replied.

"No, you won't manage — especially if you plan on punching the door again tonight. Come with me and I'll help you with them," he cooed.

Chris led me to what I'm assuming was his room and locked the door behind us. I looked around at the walls which were a light grey colour and on one hung a painting of a snowy mountain scape.

"Nice painting, you do it?" I asked.

"God, I wish. No, I bought it a few years back," he replied.

"You should try painting, never know if you're good at something until you do it," I suggested.

"Is it something you'll want to do?" He asked as he motioned to the bed.

I sat down and held out my knuckles to him, "maybe."

"I'll mention it to Shawn then," he smiled.

"Thanks for taking care of me," I looked up at him.

"Someone has to, the others are always super busy so I'm here to help," he looked down at me.

"Your eyes are lovely," I smirked at him.

"Don't, you'll make me blush," He laughed lowly.

"Not that I could see it. Why can't you take your mask off?" I asked, wincing slightly when he carefully brushed his fingers over the bruises.

"It's an identity thing," he replied.

"Can I have one?" I tilted my head slightly.

"We've already seen your face and it's too pretty to hide," he said as he threw the old bandages in the trash can.

"Smooth, real smooth," I laughed, "you use this tactic on all your prisoners?"

"You're not a prisoner. And no, just you."

"A true honour," I placed one of my hands over my heart.

I shifted in my spot and squeezed my thighs together trying to tease Chris. I could tell he was noticing my movements as he also shifted while he put a thinner bandage on my hand.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?" He asked - probably just out of courtesy.

"Not at all," I said, arousal slightly evident in my voice.

"You're all bandaged up so do you want to get back to your book?" He choked out and stood up.

"Can I stay in here with you?" I looked up at him through my eyelashes.

"You can do whatever you like," he said lowly.

I stood up from where I was sat on his bed and walked over to him. I put my arms around his neck and leaned close to his ear,

"What's my punishment if we fuck?"

"That's for Shawn to decide," he whispered back.

"I'll take the risk," I whispered back with a smirk, "will you?"

I stepped back from him and looked into his eyes. He looked from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes before making me walk backwards towards the bed. I made my way up to the headboard and lay down against the plush pillows. Chris made his way over to the light switch and turned it off before making his way back over to me. I couldn't see anything at all and I could only hear Chris shuffling around and my heart beating out of my chest.

"Stay still," he said before tying my wrists to the headboard with what felt like rope.

"It hurts," I whispered as he pulled it taut.

"It'll increase your pleasure, I promise," he whispered in my ear before kissing my neck.

He must've taken his mask off, I thought. His lips were soft like winter, making arousal course through my veins.

"Please," I moaned.

"What? What do you want, baby?" He cooed.

"You. I want you, Chris. Please," I cried.

"As you wish," he replied.

He moved between my legs and pulled my trousers and panties off before ripping my shirt off and palming my now-exposed breasts. He kissed his way down my chest, to my stomach then my navel and finally connected his lips to my clit, sucking lightly. I moaned and pulled on my restraint, the rope burning my wrists. He pulled away and ran two fingers through my slit, collecting my arousal before pushing them into me. He curled his fingers against my g-spot, making me moan and arch my back off the bed.

"Fuck, Chris," I whine.

He went back to flicking his tongue over my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Despite me not being able to see anything, I could still feel him looking up at me. My moans grew louder as my orgasm neared.

"Be quiet or we'll get caught," he said.

My breathing became laboured as my orgasm crept closer with each flick of his tongue.

"Chris, I'm gonna - fuck," he was right, the pain from the rope was adding more pleasure than I expected.

"It's okay, cum for me," he whispered.

That was all I needed before I let the knot in my stomach snap and I came on his fingers, moans and profanities fell from my lips as pleasure washed over me like silky white waves.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," he moaned as he licked my arousal from my core.

He got what I could only assume was a towel and cleaned me up before flicking the light back on. Much to my annoyance, he had put his mask back on.

"You okay? Do you want some water?" He asked calmly.

"Im good, thanks. Can you untie my hands though?" I smiled tiredly at him.

He nodded and came over to me, removing the rope from my wrists and kissing the marks it had left. He threw it under the bed and went over to another door in the corner of the room before returning with a shirt and a pair of boxers.

He helped me put them on and then asked, "where do you want to sleep?"

"In here — with you."

Hi, ml! I’m okay, thanks! I’ve just been busy with family stuff and babysitting that I haven’t had much time to upload but I promise, I’ve been working on requests.

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mentions of emotional/mental distress, mentions of blood & injury and mentions of kidnapping.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 - 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

Almost immediately after I saw the rest of the house, I was shoved back into the room I woke up in. I pounded on the door, yells and screams left my chest as I begged to be let out. My fists were bruising and the skin was tearing as blood started to slowly appear. My throat was raw and sore as I continued to scream and beg.

"Please let me out!", "I want out!", "Let me go, please!". The same three sentences ripped through my chest and left my mouth as I screamed, kicked and punched at the door. "You're staying in there 'til tomorrow," I heard one of the guys say. Tears of frustration and exhaustion brushed over my cheeks along with sobs now accompanying my pleads. "I just want out, please. I wanna get out of this room," I cried. I couldn't focus on the stinging pain on my knuckles as I was too fixated on the burning in my chest and throat.

Surely they'd let me out if I begged hard enough. "Please, I just want out of here. I'll be good!" I screamed through a cry.

My pleads got slower and quieter as I slowly gave up, crawling over to the bed as drifting off to sleep as exhaustion got the best of me.

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I woke up, my throat still raw and my knuckles were bloody and bruised. My legs were weak as I stood up — I felt like I was walking with air as legs. I tried to open the door in hopes that it had been unlocked. Much to my dismay, it had been kept locked.

'How can I get out of this fucking room?' I thought to myself. Before I could figure it out, I heard footsteps approaching the door. I threw myself at the bed and pretended to be asleep. "I think she's still asleep," I hear someone say. "I heard her," someone else said. "Y/n!" One of them shouted. I pretended to stir and wake up. "How long have you been awake?" Chris spoke. "Like two seconds," I replied. "Mhm sure," he mumbled. "It's 10:27am, do you want breakfast?" Mick asked. "Yes please," I said.

They followed me and guided me to the kitchen and sat me down at the table as they cooked breakfast. As I started eating, they kept watching me — it was borderline creepy. Fuck it, it was creepy as fuck.

"Am I eating wrong?" I asked. "No," they replied in sync. "They're food pervs," Sid whispered in my ear. "Where did you come from?" I whispered back. "Space," he whispered back. "Sid, for the last time, you're not an alien," Mick grumbled. "You don't know that," he argued back. Chris and Mick just glared at each other — I'm guessing this is a regular occurrence with Sid?

"Here, take this," Chris spoke as he handed me a pill. "What is it?" I narrowed my eyes at him. "Pain killers for your throat and hands. I'll bandage your knuckles up in a sec," he replied. I was kind of taken aback, did they actually care about me? Maybe this was just an act so they could do something terrible to me later? Fuck it, my throat is killing. I took the pill which from the slight taste, I'm guessing was ibuprofen so I knew that was somewhat safe.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jim Root X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jim unknowingly turns reader on during a show and she decides she’s ready for him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT!! P in v(protected💪), oral(F!receiving), fingering and strong language.

𝐀/𝐧: I’m back, boo! Would ya bloody believe it??!! This one is acc proofread xoxo

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1231

I was stood backstage watching my boyfriend, James, as he played his guitar. The way his fingers moved across the strings of the guitar, the way he'd glance at me every so often and hold eye contact, I could tell he was smirking under his mask.

I was now swaying my hips to the music - yes, swaying my hips to Slipknot - and I could feel James’s eyes on me. He was watching my every move, his eyes were burning holes into me. I teasingly moved my hands through my hair, to my breasts, squeezing the covered flesh in my hands before moving them down to my hips and thighs. I was putting on a show for him, somewhat in thanks to him putting on a show for not just me but hundreds of thousands of other people. We locked eyes for a second before he winked and went back to looking at either the crowd - that was going absolutely fucking insane - or his guitar.

The band thanked the crowd before leaving the stage, both hyped up and tired. “That was fucking amazing!” I cheered as I gave them a hug. “Thank you, princess,” James smiled, connecting my lips to his. “Disgusting. Get a fucking room,” Sid groaned. “We’re going home now, see you soon,” I blurted before dragging James out to the car.

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?” He laughed as I fished the car keys out of my bag. “Nothing, that show must’ve been tiring. We should get in be- TO BED! We should get to bed,” I replied, swinging the drivers door open and getting in. I realised that I was almost a whole extra foot away from the steering wheel as it was James’s car. “Get in the passengers side, then” he laughed again. As he said that, he tapped my thigh — the slight bit of connection between our bodies lit my body on fire as the neediness grew in my core. I moved over to the passenger side and he got in the car, turning the key into ignition and setting off for home. The whole time, his hand was on my thigh, rubbing circles that were both comforting and turning me on. Did he know I was ready? We’d talked about it before, he said he’d wait until I was ready and fuck, was I ready.

The second the car were parked in the driveway, I got out the car and dragged him out too - accidentally hitting his head on the car door. “Sorry. Hurry.”

“Why are you in a rush? Are the FBI after you?” He laughed. “Don’t kill my mood, I’m begging,” I said as I flung the front door open. “What mo- wait, that mood?” He asked as his eyes widened. I slammed the door closed as I mumbled a ‘mhm’ and connected his lips to mine again — this time, in a needy kiss. He pulled away from my lips and said, “are you sure you’re ready?” “Yes, positive.” That was all he needed before he smashed his lips onto mine. His hands found their way to my waist then to the back of my thighs as he squeezed the flesh in his hands. My need for him was becoming almost unbearable as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me up the stairs with ease. We parted for a second to catch our breaths at the top of the stairs. “Are you definitely sure?” He asked. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as we connected our lips. “I’ll take care of you,” he said. We reached our bedroom and he wasted no time with kissing me against the door.

He let me down to my feet and helped me fully undress as he did the same. He was fully erect as we got on the bed and I lay down against the plush pillows. The sheets were made and neat but I knew that wouldn’t last long as he wasted no time in kissing my thighs. “Is this okay?” He checked. “More than okay,” I moaned as I tangled my fingers in his dark strands. He moved his face to where I needed him most and sucked my clit into his mouth while he circled two fingers around my entrance. He pushed his digits in and curled them against my g-spot. I let out a strangled moan at the satisfaction, his lips felt like heaven against my throbbing clit. I could already feel my orgasm building as he repetitively stroked my g-spot with his fingers. “Fuck, James. Feels so good,” I whined as the burn in my core spread around my body. I felt like I was floating in space as he pressed quick kisses to my clit. I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer as my whimpers grew louder. “It’s okay, cum on my fingers, princess,” his voice was deep and husky as he spoke. I felt like I could see stars as I released on his fingers, white pleasure washed over me in silky white sheets — it knocked the air out of my lungs. I came down from my high and looked down at James who had a wide smile on his lips. “I want more,” I breathed as he brought his lips to mine. “As you wish,” he said as he grabbed a condom out of the bedside draw.

He slipped the rubber into his cock and teased my entrance with his tip. “Ready?” He asked, earning a nod from me. He slowly pushed his length into me, stretching me out. Tears slightly pricked in my eyes at the pain that slowly turned into pleasure, moans leaving my lips. “Good girl,” he praised as he bottomed out and started moving at a slow pace. “Please, James, go faster,” I whined. That was all he needed before he picked up the pace and started driving his hips into mine, quick and steadily. I looked down at where our bodies were connected so deliciously and at my lower stomach where his dick was making a slight bump on the surface. “Look at this,” he grinned as he put slight pressure on the bulge. Our faces both contorted into absolute pleasure and satisfaction as both our orgasms neared. My breaths became quick and shallow as I clawed my nails down his back. “Mm~ you feel… so good,” I moaned as he pressed kisses to my lips. He took one of my hands in his as his thrusts got progressively more sloppy. “Can’t hold it,” I whispered. “Do it, cum for me, princess,” he groaned.

The knot in my stomach finally snapped as I came around his cock with a moan. He came soon after, dumping his load into the condom.

We stayed like that for a second before he pulled out and put the condom into the trash. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth and wiped my core clean of my arousal. “You okay?” He cooed. “Amazing. You?” I said barely louder than a whisper. “Proud of you. You did so well for me,” he praised as he threw the cloth to the floor.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mick Thomson X Reader(platonic)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: N/a

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Mentions of blood, emotional exhaustion and injury

𝐀/𝐧: Guess who’s back, back again!! Sorry for the lack of uploads, I’ve had a tad bit of writers block but I’m here with some hurt for y’all!(also fluffy at the end🫶) **NOT PROOFREAD**

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.4k

I flung the door to my apartment open and kicked my heels off as I slammed the door back closed. I'd been laid off from my job after five years after the company went bankrupt. I let the tears stream down my face as I stormed through the house. It wasn't a big, flashy job but it kept me on my feet, I could barely afford my apartment but I was still living there and I could afford a good meal now and then so I wasn't bad off.

I picked up a shitty vase and threw it at the wall, I wasn't thinking, I had no idea what I was doing. Shards of glass went flying, some hitting me as the rest just surrounded me. I wasn't thinking about the burning on my legs as I went over to the shitty dinner table and threw everything on it at the wall before punching a hole in the crappy, thin wood. I finally let the tears run down my cheeks as I went into the kitchen - I slid down the fridge and sat on the floor. It was at that moment, I realised I had stood on glass - the blood trail was dark, signalling it wasn't just a small shard of glass.

My cries grew as the pain and burning came to my realisation. I could feel the blood running down my legs and gushing out my foot at a slow rate. I picked up my foot and put it on my lap as I evaluated the cut - it wasn't so bad to the point that I'd die but it wasn't just a little scratch either. I cried louder as I thought about how I'd most likely end up homeless by the end of the month. I had no second option for a job, I had no idea what to do — I didn't want to ask any friends for help because I didn't want to seem needy or dependent on anyone. In my friend group, I've always been seen as the independent one - the mother of the group - every time one of the girls or guys got hurt, I'd always be there with a bandaid and a hug. Every time they went through a bad breakup, I'd be at their door with comforting words, shitty comedy movies and two tubs of ice cream.

I threw my head back against the fridge door, letting out groans and screams in annoyance. I had no idea what to do, where to go, who to talk to or which way is forward. I wanted to pick myself up off the floor, clean my foot up, tell myself to grow a pair, send out my resume and get a job. But I couldn't move - my body felt like it was frozen to the spot, the only movements I was making was the shivering and gasps as I cried. My chest felt heavy as I lay down on the kitchen floor, the cold tiles were in contrast to my burning skin. I felt my eyelids become heavy as I slowly drifted off into a slumber.

༺time skip༻

I woke up and looked at the clock on my oven, it read 1:27am. The kitchen was now engulfed in darkness, the night had eaten the city alive and dowsed the sky in stars. I crawled over to where the light switch was and pulled myself up using the counter. I was met by the bloody sight of my past foot prints and the small puddle where my foot had been sat while I was asleep. I hopped over to the sink, dampened a cloth and tried to clean the blood off the kitchen floor. Much to my dismay, it only smeared the blood opposed to cleaning it up. I could feel myself getting upset again as the tears started rolling down my cheeks. Every so often, a tear would land in the blood and mix.

I couldn't think again, but at the same time, I was only thinking. How to clean up the blood, how to get a job - where to get a job even. I gave up in cleaning and just left the cloth on the floor and slouched against the cupboards. I needed help, physical help, mental help. No one was here for me.

That was until I heard the front door lock click and the light from the hallway lit up the entrance to my apartment. I could see someone's shadow, it was tall. Possibly James or Mick.

I was right, Mick walked into the living room as glass crunched under his boots. He flicked on the living room light and his face contorted into both confusion and worry at the sight. "Y/n?" He yelled. "I'm in... the kitchen," I rasped as I raised my voice so he could hear me. "What happened?" He asked comfortingly. "Nothing," I said, rubbing my eyes to stop myself from crying. “Y/n, you’re covered in blood, so is the floor. There’s broken vases and a hole in your table. Don’t pull that ‘nothing’ bullshit now,” he stated as he walked into the kitchen. “I stood on glass,” I said as I looked at him. He came and sat down next to me and pulled me into his chest, “let me see.” I nodded slightly and pulled away from his grip. I turned and showed him the bottom of my foot. “How long has it been like this?” He asked. “Since… eleven roughly,” I replied, I was still trying to catch my breath as everything was a little blurry and my head was starting to pound. He inspected the cut before standing up, “where’s the first aid kit?”. “Next to the medicine cupboard,” I choked out. He grabbed the kit and sat back down in front of my foot and pulled it onto his lap, making me lie flat on the floor. “Okay, I want you to take deep breaths because I have to pull the glass out and sterilise it,” he spoke as he put a little pressure around the area. I took a deep breath in and as I was about to breathe out, he pulled the glass out - I screamed as tears began streaming out of my eyes again. The pain was like stamping on a million needles covered in barbed wire. He applied pressure with some gauze and wrapped my foot up in a bandage. “You won’t need stitches - thank god - but keep an eye on it,” he smiled as he secured it. “Thanks, Mick,” I gave a weak smile back. “Let’s get you in bed,” he said as he picked me up. “No, I’ve gotta clean,” I furrowed my brows as he walked over the broken glass and to my bedroom. “I’ll clean tomorrow, the others will help - I’m sure of it,” he comforted me. “But I ma-“ he cut me off by saying, “I know but I don’t care. You’re injured so I will clean.”

I’m so thankful for Mick, he’s never hurt me. None of the others have but Mick is always the first one to notice if I’m not okay. He’s always the first one to check on me.

He placed me on my bed, went over to my closet and pulled out two shirts. He held them up to me and I pointed at the right one - it was a Guns N’ Roses band shirt. “Do you still sleep in a shirt and underwear or do you wear pyjama bottoms?” He asked. “Depends if you’re staying over - I don’t wanna seem weird,” I replied. “You’re the weirdest person I know and there’s some competition with Sid there. So fuck it, undies or bottoms?” He laughed. “I usually just sleep in a shirt and my underwear,” I laughed back. He nodded and briefly exited the room, coming back with a pair of his pyjama bottoms in hand. All my friends - guys and girls - have stayed at my place at least once so the spare room is filled with their clothes from past visits.

Monday, 26th June 2023

Hello everyone! I promise i will have a fic out very soon!!(Pinky promise).

I have now opened an AO3 account!! Over there, I will be posting longer fics(as in multiple chapters) and some feral works of mine. My ao3 account is issie_https .

I am going to close my requests now so please don’t request anything but it will be open for questions!!

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏.

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 & 𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈(𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝑺𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝑺𝒊𝒅)

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 677

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑰𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒈💀 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔!! 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 2-4 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔!!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 - 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐄

Jim and Corey walked me up a set of stairs , around a corner and through a hallway. We entered a big room, two big burgundy couches in the center, a glass coffee table, a record player and some other decor items. On one couch was two men, one's mask was something like black latex with pins sticking out, obviously inspired by pinhead. The other's mask was identical to or inspired by a gas mask. "This is Craig," Corey said, motioning to the pinhead knockoff, "and this is Sid," he pointed to the other man. "Hey," Sid waved. I did my best to wave with my hands behind my back. "Still on probation?" he asked. "Innocent until proven guilty? Something like that?" I joked. "I like this one," he nodded.

"This over here is Joey," Corey pointed to a guy sat on the other couch. I turned to see a man with... black hair and red streaks and weirdly familiar blue eyes. His mask was white with some black lines and other black decor. "Didn't you come to my record store yesterday?" I asked, hoping it was him and I wasn't losing my mind. "No, I don't listen to vinyls," he replied. "Suuure," I rolled my eyes. "She's gonna be fun," Joey smiled.

We walked through the rest of the house and to the kitchen where the last three men were. The first one was only slightly shorter than Jim -- his mask was silver with bars over his mouth, he definitely was one of the more intimidating guys. "This is Mick," Jim said. The next guy was slightly shorter than Mick, his mask was a weird colour with a weirdly long nose. "This is Chris," he said next. Finally, was the last guy who was slightly shorter than Chris, his mask was plain black, slightly similar to Micks but yet, still different. "Last but not least, is Paul," Corey stated.

"Nice to meet you all. May I ask if it was one of you who decided to kidnap me?" I blurted. "Not saying," Mick shrugged, sipping a beer through his mask. "I'm gonna strangle myself with these handcuffs," I whispered to myself. "What was that, angel?" Corey said, a smirk evident in his voice. "Can't wait to eat," I said flatly.

That's when Shawn walked in and said, "good thing lunch is soon,". I looked around for a clock and found one on the wall, it read '11:53am'. "So, you know everyone now," he asked, more to the guys and now me. "She's got our names, she hasn't formally met us yet," Sid winked at me. "And she won't formally meet you at all if you continue. When we decide, Y/n can roam around the house and get to know you all properly," Shawn stated, his voice was strong. "Is there an outside to the house? Vitamin D is a need," I smiled. "We can give you some Vitamin D," Sid laughed, earing a slap on the back of the head from Craig. "If you follow our rules, you can roam around the house freely and go outside with supervision," Corey added. "Okay, what are the rules?" I asked.

"Rule number one, very simple, don't try to escape because we will get you before anyone else can," Clown said, "Rule number two, don't have an attitude because there's always punishment waiting for you,". "Number three, no sexual acts unless Shawn confirms before," Sid groaned, taking a puff from a blunt he had apparently magicked out of thin air. "It's more for her than us," Shawn stated, "Number four, no leaving your room outside of hours,". "What kind of rule is that?" I laughed. "Outside of hours, we walk around the house with our masks off," Joey said, taking a puff from Sid's joint. I just nodded and looked at Corey. "Anymore?" I asked. "That's it for now," he replied.

𝑴𝑶𝑽𝑰𝑬𝑺, 𝑱𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑺 𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑭𝑰𝑬𝑳𝑫

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑡𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕: 𝑌𝑒𝑠 — 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓 13 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝐻𝑒𝑡𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒<3

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝐽𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 － 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑒:)

𝑨/𝒏: 𝐼’𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼’𝑚 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝐼 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒 𝐼’𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝐴𝑆𝐴𝑃!

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 368

“Sweet or salty?" James asked as he pushed the cart I was sat in. "Both," I replied, grabbing a few bags off the shelf. "What drinks?" He asked. "I want strawberry milkshake thank you," I said as I swung my legs off the edge of the shopping cart.

"I'll have vanilla then," he said, putting the cartons next to me. "You are vanilla," I joked. "Not in the bedroom. I've had no complaints so far," he laughed. "Mhm, so far," I mumbled. "I will tip the cart over," he whispered in my ear.

✧༺༻✧

We got home and put all the snacks we bought into bowls and lay them out on the coffee table. "Did you have any specific movie in mind?" I asked James as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth. "Any horror movie," he replied with his mouth full. "You're a delight," I mumbled, taking a stawberry from the bowl. "I am, very much," He mocked me. "Hetfield, I swear to god," I groaned, "Which horror movie?" I asked. "Nightmare on elm street," he replied, sipping his beer.

Almost twenty minuets into the movie, James scooted closer to me and put his arm around my shoulders -- he pulled me close to him. I could smell his faint cologne, his cigarettes and cheap beer. "I love our movie nights," he whispered. "I'm sure you do, you get to steal my snacks and beer," I whispered back. "I love you," he blurted. "That's what friends are for," I replied, clueless to what was coming. 

"No, dummy. I. Love. You," he rolled his eyes. "In a friends with benefits way?" I asked confused. "In a, I wanna kiss you so fucking hard, way," he replied. "Do it," I shrugged. "Fuck it," he said lowly before connecting our lips. The kiss was slow and passionate, yet sensual and needy. I could tell James was waiting to do this for a while and I was too. Guaranteed, me and James were close friends but everyone around us could sense there was something more. "I've waited so long to do that," he smiled against my lips. "Me too," I smiled too. 

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑹𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕: 𝑁𝑜

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑥, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒

𝑨/𝒏: 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝐼𝐴, 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑖𝑡, ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐼𝑧𝑧𝑦 𝑠𝑚𝑢𝑡😘

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 703

Tongues on tongues, hands on each other, lips on lips, core to core as we grinded against each other, trying to satisfy the need. Izzy's covered boner pressing hard against my clothed clit. Moans left our mouths as we felt our orgasms nearing.

Izzy stopped me from reaching orgasm, pleads fell from my lips.

Our lips were moving in sync, Izzy's hands rested on my hips as mine rested on his shoulders. My hips moved on his as I grinded on his bulge that was growing in his boxers. Me and Izzy had needed each other all day while he was recording in the studio, the way his lips looked while singing send arousal coursing through my veins.

His hands moved from my hips to my thighs while squeezing and slapping the skin. He stopped my movements and slipped his hand in my panties and ran his middle finger through my slick folds.

He toyed with my clit, subtly satisfying the ache in my core. "You're so wet, angel," he moaned in my ear. "I need you," I whimpered.

He removed his hand from my panties and licked my arousal off his fingers. He sat me on his thigh and held my hips as I started riding his thigh I placed my hands on his shoulders — moans and whimpers left my lips as I felt the pleasure in my core building.

I was already so overstimulated from the past few times Izzy had edged me — I needed to cum, the ache between my legs was becoming unbearable. "Good girl, make a mess on my thigh," he said, grabbing my jaw and making me look at him — "look at me when I let you cum".

I could feel my orgasm nearing as tears pricked in my eyes from the pleasure. "Please, Izzy. Please, I need you so bad," I moaned, digging my nails into his shoulders.

"You sound so good when you beg for me," Izzy smirked.

"I need to cum. Please," I begged as the rolling of my hips got sloppier from the pure pleasure. "Not yet, angel," He cooed. Tears brushed over my cheeks, wetting my face and trickling down my chest.

He squeezed my hips and halted my movements — cries and begs left my lips as I felt my orgasm slip away, once again leaving me with the familiar neediness and wetness in my core.

"Hands and knees, baby," he instructed. I did as he told me, shaking my ass in neediness. "Look at you. All needy for my cock," he laughed as he ripped my panties and threw them to the floor.

"Please, Izzy. Just fuck me, please," I said as he removed his boxers. He ran his swollen tip through my arousal covered folds. He slapped my ass before he pushed his length into me, immediately bottoming out. "Fuck, you feel so good," Izzy moaned.

My tits bounced with every thrust, my moans being muffled by the sheets and pillows. Izzy's grip on my hips tightened, sure to leave bruises by morning — the pain only adding so my sensation. "Feels s'good," I moaned, reaching behind me to hold Izzy's wrist. "You're so good for me," he groaned, his thrusts becoming sporadic and sloppy. "I can't h-hold," I tried to speak, the words getting caught on my tongue as Izzy his the soft spot inside me. With each thrust, he went deeper and kept brushing against my soft spot. He grabbed my hand from his wrist and placed it where his dick was bulging in my abdomen, "can you feel me there, angel? I'm filling you up so well," he smirked as we both neared our orgasms. I tried to tell Izzy that I was close but the only thing that left my mouth was babbles and moans. "Cum on my dick, Y/n, let me feel you," he groaned as his cock twitched deep inside my cunt. I did as he said, I released on him, moans and profanities left my lips in a pornographic manner. Seconds later, I felt Izzy cum in me, decorating my walls with hot jets of semen.