Rami Malek-Smuts and Imgaines

Webb Porter

(I NEVER REALLY WATCHED ALCATRAZ DONT JUDGE ME OK XD)
-You are 19
-Single
-Just moved and live alone
Your POV
I was sitting on my couch. I just moved into this house.
It was a small house in a small town. Kinda creepy, living alone since I didn't have enough money for pets and I was single on top of that.

My favorite song was blasting through my headphones and I was enjoying my Saturday evening.
Suddenly I heard something outside. Sounded like a bang or something . I quickly got  up and looked out of the window. Wow really, someone kicked over my trashcan. "Ughh", I sighed as I walked outside and picked up the can. It was almost dark and my neighbor stood in front of me, at the other side of the street. "Miss (y/n), you should be careful all alone here. The news say a killer or psycho is running around.", she yelled over. She was like a grandma to me,  an older lady that always worried about me and hey sometimes she brought me homemade cakes or pies. "Sure Miss Miller.I'll keep my eyes open.", I softly smiled at her as I went back inside.

"What the heck? I remember that I laid my underwear down...", I scratched my head. I swore I washed it and then laid it down on the table. "Whatever, I must have forgot in my room.", I mumbled.
Miss Miller really made me worry about  that actual weirdo running around. I locked all the doors and windows. I made myself a warm chocolate and went upstairs. I started drawing and sketching a bit in my notebook as I heard a noise from downstairs. I went to the stairs. "H...hello?", I yelled down. And suddenly there was a man standing in front of me. One hand holding a violin. "W-Who the fuck are you?!", I shrieked.
"Please don't be afraid... I saw that your door was open and I was scared of that crazy running outside...", he slowly came upstairs.
"Y-You can't be in here! Go away or I'll call the fucking cops!", I screamed as he stepped closer.
"Please, I have nowhere to stay... Pleas please please.", he begged with puppy eyes and a voice softer than cotton. I couldn't stop staring at his big green eyes, looking a bit tired. He gave me a small smile. "B-But you're a stranger ... with a violin... standing in my stairway...", I mumbled... "Ok you can stay but if you act weird you'll have to leave!", I told him.
He nodded and I led him to my bedroom. "Feel like home... even tho while we're at the awkward greeting, what's your name?", I smiled at him since I thought he wasn't any danger. "I-I'm Webb... Webb Porter.", he stuttered. "Webb? Hmm... never heard of that name before.", I clipped a strain of hair behind my ear. Good for him that I never watched the news....
"I like your hair.", he said quietly looking down. "T...thanks.", I said as he suddenly stood up and started playing his violin. It sounded so nice and yet he played a sad song.

Webb's POV
I played my violin. Should I kill her or not? I adored her hair so much... but I ... I couldn't hurt her. I never felt for a woman that way before. "I won't kill her.", I mumbled to myself. "W...what? What did you just said?!", she started breathing faster and panicked a bit.
"I won't kill her!", I said louder. I almost wanted to scream it.
"Y...you're that killer guy! I'm calling the cops you dirty pig!!", she yelled as she stared to run. I ran behind her and shortly before she reached the stairs, I caught her from behind and tore her back to the bedroom. I grabbed into my pocket and took out some duct-tape. I taped her to the bed. "Let me go you fucking slut!", she yelled and cursed. "Shut up!", I yelled back and slapped her.
She started crying.... I don't why... but I felt sorry. I didn't mean to slap her... it just came over me.
Weirdly. I usually never feel sorry. But this time was different.
"What is your name?", I asked. She gave no response and kept crying for help. She called for her mom and dad. "They won't come ok?! Now tell me your goddamn n-name!", I said with a trembling voice.
"I- I'm (y/n)...", she said with a broken voice, the words seemed to be stuck in her throat. I locked the door and cut away the duct-tape. She tried to run and open the door but I hid the key in my pocket.
"Give me the fucking key!", she yelled at me. I shook my head no. "Come and get it.", I said calmly. She wiped away her tears.

Your POV
Oh so he wanted to play that way? I was really scared but if he wanted me dead he would've killed me already, right?... I must confess... I might would have dirty thoughts about him, if he didn't tape me to the  fucking bed. I took deep breath and caught some confidence. "F-Fine!", I said angry. Webb smirked at me and crossed his arms, signaling I should grab into his pockets. I stepped closer. So close I could almost feel his warm breath and I noticed something else... his smirk turned into a warm smile. A 'please touch me' kind of smile. I felt my cheeks burning as I blushed and finally grabbed into his pocket. The only thing I found was his boner forming. "Where is the key Porter?!", I stepped back. "Find out.", he ordered. I kept searching for the key. I searched his pockets, his legs, his shirt. I even touched his strong chest and felt his heartbeat getting faster with ever touch. "I... I can't find it...", I mumbled. "It's in the pocket of my jacket dummy.", Webb smiled and pointed to his jacket on the bed, next to his violin. "But do you really want to run away? Leaving me to the cops? Locking me into a cold cell? Maybe getting me killed?", he said calmly. His voice made my knees week and I collapsed down to the floor. Holding on to his leg. I wasn't used to so much stress "Please don't kill me... I don't want you to leave... I was never in this situation!", I cried, not knowing what to say or expect.
He looked down at me and his eyes seemed worried. "I have to admit, I wanted to kill you... painfully and slowly ... but... you have something that I like and it's not just your hair. You make me feel... better.", he confessed.
He helped me up and looked into my eyes.

Webb's POV
What did I just say? "God... I'm so stupid! Rule one, never show feelings! Ughh!", I thought.
(Y/n) just smiled at me... her smile gave me tingles. I just had to. I had to kiss her. Her eyes opened widely as I kissed her. She soon cupped my face and asked my mouth for entrance with her tongue. I granted it. Our tongues were fighting for dominance and I won. I pushed her down to the bed, pinning her arms above her and Kissed down to her collarbones. "W...Webb!", she moaned as I found her sweet spot.
My hand slid down to her pants, unzipping them. She kept moaning as I started rubbing her clit. I felt my boner growing. My hand grabbed her throat softly. "Tell me, are you a virgin?", I asked. She shook her head no. "Well I am.", I mumbled huskily.
She smiled and said "Well we can change that little psycho." How fast she gained confidence.
I took off my own pants, revealing my huge boner. "You're so wet... even wetter than your eyes when you cried.", I teased her.
"Just fuck me already!", was her response. I did as she wished. My cock slowly entering her hole .... god it felt so much better than jerking off in a lonely cell. As the time got by, I pounded her faster. Her moans and cursing sounded like music to me.
"(Y/n)!", I yelled as I almost reached my climax. "I'm... gonna finish soon..", I was panting heavily. "Finish? Don't you mean cum?", she moaned and smiled. "Y-yeah whatever!", with every thrust I came closer and finally. I felt like I was going to explode. She has reached her climax too and squirted over my dick. I pulled her shirt up and jerked the rest off on her tummy. She swiped her finger through my cum and licked it off. "What now? Are you still calling the cops?", I collapsed next to her, panting like I just ran a marathon. "Well.. you haven't hurt me... and I just stole your virginity. So no... as long as you don't kill people around me.", she giggled and took on another shirt and her panties. I got dressed too. "I have no home... I was fleeing out of prison ... Nobody here is looking for me yet.", I said as we laid back into bed. "You can stay... but just as my boyfriend.", she smirked. "Boyfriend? Sounds good... babe.", I said, my panting was softly and quiet by now.
"I love you Webb.", she said. "I love you more (y/n).", I wrapped my arms around her.
We were listening to some music and finally slept in.
Was this it? Did she ended my killing spree? Who knows.