Trick or treat!
the devil's in the details
Dominik Szoboszlai x fem!reader
warnings: AU, mentions of domestic abuse, hinting at loss of virginity, stalking, Catholic guilt, implications of purity culture
In which you made a deal with the devil
At first it was just a feeling, this raising of the hairs on the back of your neck. Surely it was just your mind playing tricks on you, Halloween was right around the corner and thus you chalked it up to that. However, the feeling wouldn’t shake even after Halloween came and went.
And then you started not only feeling eyes on you, you began seeing him. He’d be there in the background of your reflection of shop windows, in your peripheral vision whenever you crossed the road. It was unnerving to say the least, and yet you also couldn’t help but swallow thickly whenever you spotted this dark stranger, looming in the shadows, as your thoughts became sordid. Every time you caught yourself fantasising just a little about being hunted down by him to have his way with you, you would cross yourself and whisper the act of contrition under your breath. He was… Enticing. Beautiful even. But there was an aura of caution as well; his dark hair and gaze combined with the beard and glint of silver rings as he adjusted his black coat should have been enough of a warning to stay the hell away from him. Oh, but where’s the fun in that? a little voice inside your head would whisper whenever you got caught staring back at him and he’d smirk before disappearing into thin air. And then you stopped seeing him for two days. A week. Not having his eyes on left you feeling unmoored at first until it became just another thing you accepted. Which meant that when it was his face you looked up to when someone handed you one of the apples that had dropped out of your bag, you were rooted to the spot at first.
“Uhm, t-thank you..” you managed to stutter out, quickly grabbing it from his outstretched hand. He just smirked at you, keeping his eyes on you as you reshuffled the contents of the totebag to ensure the rest of its contents remained inside.
“You have no idea who I am, do you?”
His question rattled you, making you take another good look at him to make sure you did in fact not recognise him.
“Should I?” Your reply wasn’t meant to come across as deviant but judging by the quirk of his lips, he was somehow expecting this reaction from you.
“You wound me,” he said, a hand clutching at his chest in mock-pain, “Ten years, and this is how you treat me?” He tutted at you, grinning now.
“I-I am really sorry.. I don’t think we’ve met?” It wasn’t meant to come out as a question.
“Allow me to refresh your memory, sweetheart,” the tall stranger said, his fingertips brushing against your temple. The noise of the city fell away, the street morphing into a dimly lit park, leaving just the two of you. You were about to ask him what in God’s green earth was going on when you saw a young woman –a teenager really, approaching a bench with a mix of determination and apprehension written all over her face as she wrapped her parka tighter around herself. It took another second before you realised you knew that girl –you used to be that girl; A girl consumed by worry every time her sister came home for Sunday roast while trying to hide the bruises he had left her.
“So can you help me?” you heard your younger self ask, pulling you from your memories.
“That depends. You know a deal like this comes at a price?”
“I- I don’t have money.. All-..” You watched your teenage self’s confidence falter as she scrambled to come up with something worth bargaining, “All I can offer is m-my virginity.” It came out as a whisper but you didn’t need to hear in order to remember exactly how you felt when you uttered those words; the white hot shame tinged with something else you couldn’t quite name at 16 but you now recognised as lust.
“Mm, judging by the look on your face you know exactly who I am, don’t you sweetheart?” the man next to you said.
“Lucifer,” you whispered, a sense of panic crawling up your throat.
“I go by many names, but you can call me Dominik.” The grin he gave you made you swallow hard and clench your thighs together –much to Dominik’s amusement.
“You made me a promise, and darling you better have kept your end of this bargain or I am going to be very upset,” he almost cooed in your ear, brushing your hair back. It sent shivers down your spine and you were quick to nod.
“Mm, good. Please know that I intend to collect with interest, sweetheart.”
The implication of his words had you whimpering. Your chest tightened with guilt at the image he painted for you; at how he would most likely ruin you in more ways than one, and whether Father Michaels would allow you back into the church if he ever found out.
“Please, forgive me Father…” you began whispering, crossing yourself almost on autopilot. You had to close your eyes at Dominik’s laugh.
“Oh, he can’t save you now. You made your bed, now lie in it.”
Welp, it only seemed fitting to give you the Dominik AU. It's technically not finished but I have no idea if it ever will become more than this. Thanks for feeding this brainrot Amy, I had a lot of fun exploring this dynamic
Wanna go trick or treating?
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THAT AU IDEA 🥵
I KNOW
I saw the red lights and the suit and that was all I could see 🫠 That quiet, understated cockiness suits this so well
oh no I don't need more wips 🙈 what deal would she make tho?
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