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krirebr · 3 months

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Caught Up in Your Trap

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You spend your first day in your new home. Part of the Trapped AU.

Warnings: Dark elements, kidnapping, human trafficking, drugging, training, punishment, isolation, injury, forced intimacy - Just trust me when I say that this is dark. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: Oh my god, you guys. Uh, happy sin day, I guess?? 🤣 Because I am apparently incapable of just leaving a one-shot alone, this is a prequel to I Don't Want a Lot for Christmas spurred by some unhinged 4 AM thots. It is definitely the darkest thing I've written so far. Whoops.

Big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who was not only the fantastic sounding board she always is, and let me ramble on about all my research into furnaces of all things but also helped me figure out the title for both this fic and the greater AU it's now a part of (🤦🏻‍♀️ Seriously, Kris, just stop!). Hat tip to Bruce Springsteen for both, as well. I'm sure he'd be thrilled. 😂

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

Andy pulled up at the address he’d been given, more surprised than he should have been that it was an abandoned warehouse. Of course, this sort of deal would be completed there. He should have known from the sorts of channels he’d had to go through to set it up. Connections left over from his days in the DA’s office. Well, that wasn’t the side of the law he was on anymore.

He walked into the large open space that made up most of the building to find a man standing in the middle of a few folding chairs. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and was wearing sharp but tight clothing. He wasn’t who caught Andy’s attention, though. No, that was you, slumped over in one of the chairs, wearing the clothes you must have been taken in. Even like this, he could tell your pictures hadn’t done you justice. You were absolutely perfect. Or you would be, once he was done.

“Barber!” the man called out, a satisfied smirk raising his mustache. “How nice of you to join us!”

“Hansen,” Andy answered evenly. He nodded at you, “She ok?”

“Oh, she’s fine. Just on enough horse tranqs to move her across the country without her realizing it. She’ll only be out for another day or so.”

Andy walked over to you. “I’m sure you don’t mind if I check for myself. With the amount of money I’m paying you.” Hansen gestured for him to go ahead, so he placed a gentle hand on the pulse in your neck, pleased to feel that it was strong and steady. He took a step back and opened the untraceable banking app on his phone. He clicked the transfer button, moving an ungodly amount of money from his numbered account in the Caymans to the account Lloyd had given him. “Alright,” he said, “the money’s in your account.”

The other man snapped his fingers and someone appeared out of the shadows, holding a tablet. “And I’m sure you don’t mind,” Hansen said as the new man tapped his screen, “if I check for myself. With the amount of work I’ve done for you.”

They all waited in tense silence for the confirmation of the transfer to come through. Andy couldn’t take his eyes off you, eager to finally get you home. After everything he’d been through, this was what he deserved. The perfect wife, the perfect family, the perfect life. And he was going to do it right this time, taking full control until he had exactly what he wanted. Nothing left to chance. It was costing him a pretty penny, but it was worth it.

The man with the tablet nodded at Hansen, who clapped his hands together. “Alright!” he said. “Let’s get this done. My men will get her settled in your car while we finish up.” Two more men came out from the edge of the room and started to put their hands on you. Andy couldn’t help the growl that came out of him. Hansen laughed. “Don’t worry, Mr. ADA, they won’t hurt your precious new wife. You have my word.”

Andy gave a hesitant nod, as they carried you out of the warehouse, clicking the unlock button on his car fob so that they could get you settled. He didn’t take his eyes off you until you were gone.

Hansen reached down and picked up a thick folder. “Everything you’ll need is in here. Everything for her new identity, all in order, all immaculate. Marriage license. Anything from her old life you might need. Although I’d get what you need from those quickly and then burn them.”

Andy took the folder and briefly paged through it. New birth certificate, social security card, IDs, passport. Everything he’d need to start your new life. He put the folder in his briefcase. “Thank you. Anything else?”

Hansen smirked again. “Eager to get started?” He leered in the direction you’d disappeared. “Can’t say I blame you.”

Andy cleared his throat, not appreciating the way Hansen was talking about what was his. “Yes, I would like to get us both home. Are we done here?”

“Sure sure. You have a good time now,” he smirked.

Andy gave him a curt nod and then exited in the direction Hansen’s men had taken you. There was no sign of them by his car, but you were laid out across the backseat. He opened the door and leaned in to brush a gentle finger across your cheek. He wouldn’t be able to relax until you were secured inside his home. It was so close now.

This wasn’t your room. You’d woken up some time ago (you couldn’t say how long ago exactly. There were no clocks, no windows) in the most comfortable bed you’d ever felt. You thought it might swallow you up, it was so soft. Luxurious. The whole room was that way. Beautiful. Rich. You were dressed in a satin nightgown that wasn’t at all like anything you owned. You tried very hard not to think about the fact that someone must have changed you. The door was locked from the outside, a small keypad right under the doorknob. You tried banging on the door. Yelling for someone. Nothing. A quick exploration of the room hadn’t yielded anything either – the two other doors were also locked, a dresser held only men’s clothing. So you’d spent the last who knows how long just laying in the bed, trying not to panic or cry. You weren’t very successful at either.

The most disturbing thing you’d discovered since you’d woken up here was the set of rings on your left hand. One featured a large diamond, the other was a simpler band filled with comparatively tiny diamonds. The bands were fused together like you remembered your mom’s engagement and wedding rings being. It took a long time to normalize your breathing after that discovery.

Just as you were about to drift asleep again, for want of anything else to do, you heard a few soft beeps, the lock click, and the doorknob move. You leaped up and huddled in the far corner of the room between the wall and the bed, holding a pillow in front of you. There was nothing else in the room to use to defend yourself. Even the lamps were bolted down – you’d checked.

The door slowly opened and a man walked in. He was tall, over 6 feet, and broad. He had dark, soft-looking hair, and a well-kept beard. He wore a gray cotton tee and jeans. If your adrenaline hadn’t been spiking, you would have found him so handsome. But as it was, you pushed yourself further into the corner.

He was carrying a tray, which he set down on one of the nightstands. From your vantage point, you could see a glass of water and a bowl. You weren’t feeling inclined to take anything from this man.

Your eyes cautiously tracked him as he came around to the foot of the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice deep but gentle.

You didn’t say anything, just kept watching him. He leveled you with a stern look that sent a chill down your spine. His voice was much more rigid when he said, “I expect an answer when I ask a question, sweetheart.”

You ignored him again, instead asking, “Who are you?”

He took a deep breath, flexing both hands. Extreme irritation passed over his face before it was replaced with a practiced calm. He sat at the foot of the bed and patted the space next to him. “Come sit,” he said. You didn’t move. “Now,” he growled. Something in his tone made it clear, not only that he would move you himself if he had to, but even more so, that you didn’t want it to come to that. You got up and sat on the far edge of the bed. He reached over and grabbed your arm hard, dragging you into his side. You cried out but he shushed you. “Alright,” he said, “I will answer your question once you answer mine. How are you feeling?”

This was the most scared you’d ever been. You had to take a few deep breaths before you were able to say. “I have a headache and I’m a little nauseous. And I’m very scared.”

He gently took your hand in his and cooed at you. “That’d be the drugs they used to knock you out. You’ll feel better when they’re completely out of your system. Eating will help. You can have some soup once we’re done talking.” He paused, for what you didn’t know. You didn’t say anything. He smiled. “You can ask your question now. Good girl waiting for permission.”

Your head swung to look at him. That hadn’t been what you were doing. Had it? You were woozy and scared and just trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. That was most important, so you let his comment go and repeated your question. “Who are you?”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m your husband, sweetheart. My name is Andy.”

That was the answer you’d been terrified of since you’d seen the rings on your finger. He was fucking crazy. He had to be. The best you could do right now was to get as much information out of him as you could. “And where are we? Is this your house?” You were trying to keep your voice steady, but you could hear the tremor in it.

“This is our house, sweetheart. Just outside Boston.”

Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up in panic. “Boston?? No– That’s– How did I get here?!” This was even worse than you thought. You were nowhere near home, nowhere near anything familiar.

He just looked at you for a moment with narrowed eyes. Then he nodded and said, “Ok, I’m going to be honest and explain it to you, because I think it will help you understand your place here. But in the future, you need to know that I don’t appreciate having to explain myself. Good wives don’t question their husband's actions. Now, since I’m going out of my way to make this clear for you, I expect you to sit quietly and listen. Can you do that for me?”

You clenched your hands into fists, wanting to rage at him for how he was speaking to you like a child, but you knew you needed this information. You needed everything you could get if you were going to get out of here, so you tried to control your breathing and nodded.

He looked at you like he wanted to scold you for something, but then visibly changed his mind and began. “I’ve had a hard life, the last few years especially, I’ve been through a lot. Things haven’t turned out the way they were supposed to. I wanted a family. I thought I had one, but– It wasn’t how it was supposed to be, and then I lost even that. I wanted to try again, but I couldn’t put in all that effort without a guarantee that I wouldn’t wind up with nothing again.

“I’m a lawyer. I used to work as an ADA and now I’m in defense. In both jobs, I’ve made a lot of connections with people from different walks of life. Through that, I found a man who provides a service – if you let him know what you’re looking for, he’ll find you a person who fills those needs. So I told him that I was looking for someone to build a family with, a good wife. He presented me with a few options, and I chose you. For a hefty price, his men picked you up and brought you here. They also put together all new paperwork for you, a whole new identity. The old you doesn’t exist anymore, do you understand? You’re Mrs. Barber now, property of your husband. I bought and paid for you. I own you, every part of you.”

You saw his hand start to move toward your thigh and you jumped up, quickly pressing yourself against the wall. You just stared at him for a moment and then the panic truly hit you, but this time, it was accompanied by blinding anger. “That’s human trafficking, you complete fucking psycho! The fuck is wrong with you?!” Once you’d started screaming, you couldn’t stop. “You can’t just buy a wife, you fucking cuck! I’m a person! People are going to look for me!” He stood up and came at you and you swung out with your fists, your nails, your knees, whatever you fucking could. You connected a few times, drew a grunt from him before he somehow pinned your wrists behind your back. You screamed as loud as you could, but it did nothing.

He frog-marched you out of the room as he said, “I was hoping we wouldn’t have to do this so soon, but you need a timeout, honey. Some time to calm down in the quiet room, and then we can try again and go over the rules. You just need some time to think by yourself.”

You tried to pay attention as he pushed you through what looked like a little apartment: a living room, a kitchenette. He stopped at an innocuous-looking door with a keypad on it, just like the one in the bedroom. He turned you away so you couldn’t see as he entered the code, one hand still keeping your wrists in a bruising grip. Before you’d even realized he’d opened the door, he was shoving you into the room so hard you briefly left the ground. The door slammed shut behind you. You hit the floor hard and groaned. You stumbled up onto your hands and knees. You heard another beep, then the grinding of a lock. Then nothing.

The room was pitch black. You weren’t even sure where the door was now, as there wasn’t any light coming through the cracks. You crawled around, trying to get an idea of the space. It was small and empty as far as you could tell. But there was a low rumbling noise that seemed to fill the room. You couldn’t pinpoint the source just from listening, it felt like it was coming from everywhere. The floor under your hands was bare, concrete. Your hands brushed through cobwebs and other detritus you couldn’t see. You cautiously held a hand out as you continued to try to map out the room, terrified you’d smack your face right into the wall. It made contact with something hot and sharp. You pulled it back with a hiss, pain radiating through your palm. You felt the first few wet drops. Shit. You were bleeding. You’d cut yourself. Fuck. “Hey!” you called out as loud as you could. There was no answer. “Hey!” you tried again, “I’m hurt! I’m bleeding!” No response. “WHAT THE FUCK?” You were screaming now. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! LET ME OUT!” Nothing. God, this room was already lightproof, maybe it was soundproof, too. He wouldn’t be able to hear you, wouldn’t know you were hurt. You couldn’t tell how badly you’d cut your hand so you raised it above your head, hoping that might at least slow down the bleeding. It was dirty you were sure. God, how long did it take for cuts to get infected? You hoped you wouldn’t find out. You didn’t even know what you’d cut it on. What if it was rusty? Shit, when was your last tetanus booster? You couldn’t remember exactly. Fuck. You really didn’t want to die from tetanus in some random basement in Massachusetts. A tear rolled down your cheek. He couldn’t leave you in here too long, could he? No. He would come get you soon.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting in the dark, your knees pulled up to your chest, one arm wrapped around them, the other still held in the air. Your shoulder was so sore, but you were too worried to lower your hand. You wished you could see the cut, know exactly how bad it was. You wished you knew how much time had passed. With no frame of reference, no external indicators, you were afraid you’d lost the ability to tell the difference between hours and minutes. It’d been hours. It had to have been hours. How long was he going to leave you here? He had to come back soon. He had to. You took some perverse comfort in the fact that he’d spent a lot of money on you. That had to mean that he wouldn’t just leave you here. He’d want a return on his investment. You tried to ignore the chills that thought gave you.

You’d been crying on and off. It made you feel pathetic but what else were you supposed to do? The panic, too, ebbed and flowed. You’d been trying to keep your breathing even, trying to ignore how small the space was, how dirty, how dark. Deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth. It wasn’t doing much to calm you, but at least it gave you something to focus on.

Just as a fresh wave of tears overtook you, a blinding light came in, directly opposite you. You squinted and raised your uninjured hand in front of your eyes, but that didn’t do much to help.

“Oh sweetheart,” Andy’s voice cooed, before gently lifting you by your arms and herding you out. He half-carried you through the finished part of the basement while your eyes continued to adjust. Before you knew it, you were back in the bedroom you’d started in. He gently sat you down on the edge of the bed and crouched in front of you. You felt dazed. The room was too bright. You didn’t know how you could keep breaking the record for the most scared you’d ever been. There had to be a ceiling, a limit. You’d hit it soon, wouldn’t you?

You still had your hand raised and cradled to your chest. Andy touched your wrist and you flinched. He raised an eyebrow in question and you whispered, “I got hurt.” He sighed and gently tugged at your wrist again. This time you let him guide your arm down, moving your hand so you both could see it. It was a little grimy and definitely red, slightly swollen maybe. There was a little dried blood, but not much. The cut was so much more shallow than you’d imagined when you were trapped in that room alone. You felt incredibly foolish. You’d thought you were going to lose your hand over a glorified paper cut.

Andy carefully moved his thumb over a raised patch under the cut that you now realized was a minor burn. “Did you touch the furnace?” The furnace – that’s what’d been making that noise. That’s what you’d cut yourself on. That’s where he’d thrown you. What the fuck? You were lucky you hadn’t hurt yourself even worse. You looked up from your hand to see him frowning at you. “Why would you do that? Sweetheart, you have to be more careful. That was a very stupid thing to do.” He got up and walked into the ensuite, opening a cabinet under the sink.

Was he seriously scolding you for getting hurt in a dangerous room he’d locked you in?? The rage from earlier was starting to return, but it was still tempered by your fear. You did your best to keep your voice even when you replied, “It was completely dark in there. I couldn’t see anything.” A little growl came through your words, but it wasn’t anything compared to what you were actually feeling.

He came back holding a small first-aid kit. “Well then that’s a good reason to keep your hands to yourself, isn’t it?” He sat down and opened the kit, pulling out a few wipes and beginning to somewhat roughly clean your hand. “Sweetheart, I’m here to take care of you. That’s my job as your husband. But I need you to be a good girl and not put yourself in harm’s way.”

“You threw me in there!” you said, your voice starting to get louder, despite your best efforts to keep calm.

“Because you were bad and needed a time-out!” he yelled back at you. He threw the dirty wipes into the trashcan beside the bed and took a deep breath, visibly calming himself. He grabbed an ointment from the kit and began applying it to your hand. “That’s why we’re going to talk about rules now. They’re there to keep you safe and both of us happy. When you don’t follow them, something like this can happen.”

You didn’t say anything. You had to be smart if you were ever going to get out of here and antagonizing him wasn’t smart. He didn’t seem to expect a response anyway as he just silently placed a bandage on your hand and then got up and put the kit away. He came back and sat right next to you, turning so he could look into your eyes. You tried to turn your head away, but he grabbed your chin and forced eye contact.

“Alright,” he said, his tone already so fucking patronizing. “A good thing that came out of your little tantrum is that now we know the areas we need to focus on most for improvement – manners, respect, and attitude. I did some thinking during your quiet time too, and I’ve adjusted your training schedule to focus on these things. It’ll be good for both of us.”

What the actual fucking fuck? “Training schedule?” was all you managed to get out.

Andy nodded. “I’m sure you’ve figured out that we’re in the basement right now. I have a beautiful big house upstairs that I can’t wait to show you. But you’re going to have to earn it first, prove to me that you know how to be good, that I can trust you before we can go upstairs. That’s what the training will do. I’m going to teach you exactly how to be perfect for me, everything I want, and in return I’m going to give you a perfect life, so much better than what you had before. We’re going to be so happy together, sweetheart. I promise.

“Now, it’s going to take time. I understand that. And I’m going to be patient with you. I know what your life was like before. I know that you probably never expected that you’d ever get to have this. Change can be scary. Dreams coming true, it’s scary. But I’ll be here to guide you through it all. I’m going to give you everything and all I ask of you in return is that you be good for me. That’s all.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to sob. What the hell was this? How could this man, this stranger, be so completely deranged? Be smart, you chanted to yourself. Be smart be smart be smart. And if you opened your mouth now, you knew exactly what would come out. So you kept it shut and let him continue.

“So first, let’s talk about your tantrum. I don’t appreciate being spoken to that way. The language and the names, it’s unacceptable. So, no swearing going forward. And I think a good rule for you while we’re downstairs will be for you to address me as Sir. Once we’ve moved upstairs, you’ll be allowed to call me Andy, but whenever we’re down here, it’s Sir. Do you understand?” He looked at you expectantly. You clenched your jaw and nodded. “I expect a verbal response when I speak to you, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you gritted out. He raised an eyebrow at you and his gaze hardened. It took you a moment to realize your mistake. “Yes, sir,” you corrected yourself.

“Very good. As your husband, I expect you to give me the respect I deserve. That’s something we’ll work on. It’s very important that you don’t question me. I know what’s best for you and you need to trust that I will give you whatever information you need to have. If I haven’t told you something, it’s because you don’t need to know, ok?”

He paused again. What kind of Stepford hell was this? What had you done to deserve this? You took a deep breath. Then another. And another. Then, finally, you were able to force out a “Yes, sir.”

He smiled. “You’re so smart, sweetheart. You’ll be upstairs in no time. Now, you’ll start learning your routine tomorrow. I’ve taken some time off work for our honeymoon, so I’ll have plenty of time to get you settled and acclimated. We’ll go over wardrobe and makeup requirements in the morning too. Now,” he slapped his thighs and stood up, “your soup from earlier went cold, so how about I go get you a fresh bowl while you take a quick shower and get all that dust and grime from the Quiet Room off you?”

You held back a grimace at him calling that room that, as he walked over to one of the other doors and unlocked it. He talked to you like you were a child. All of this was so fucked up. But a shower sounded incredible. You had no idea how long it’d been since you’d had one. So you just nodded and let out a quiet, “Yes, sir.”

He beamed at you. “Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

You stood and waited til he was out the door, listening to the beeps and grinding locks once he was gone. Shit. You were really fucked. You went into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. There was no lock on the inside. Of course, there wasn’t.

You didn’t waste much time in the bathroom, desperate for a hot shower. You vaguely registered that the counter was stocked with all sorts of beauty aids – expensive lotions and serums like he’d bought out a department store beauty counter. The shower too, was equally well stocked. So much fancier than the Target sale items you usually stocked your bathroom with. But the shower felt incredible and that’s what you chose to focus on.

When you were finished, you came out of the shower to see that the bathroom door was open. You could hear Andy moving around in the bedroom. You shuddered and quickly wrapped a plush towel around yourself. There was a fresh nightgown waiting for you, soft pink, all silk and lace. You grimaced and wondered what you’d need to do to get a pair of sleep shorts and an old T-shirt to sleep in. Probably more than you were willing to do, if it was even possible. You dried off quickly and slipped the nightgown on.

When you exited the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed, the tray of food sitting next to him. There was a bowl of soup and a cup of water, along with a small plate with a few crackers. The dishes and utensils were all plastic. Nothing you could hurt him with. You sat down and watched him carefully as you lifted the tray onto your lap. He didn’t say anything so it must have been allowed. Your hand shook as you brought the first spoonful up to your lips. The soup was warm, not hot, certainly not scalding. Another hope dashed. Throwing it at him would only result in him getting wet. And angry. Not worth it.

As you ate, you realized just how hungry you actually were. The nausea from whatever drugs you’d had had covered it up, but you were starving. You barely even tasted the soup, you just needed to eat. God, how long had it been since you’d had food? You wouldn’t bother asking Andy. You knew he wouldn’t give you an answer.

After he watched you eat for a few minutes, he said, “What do you say, sweetheart?”

God, he used that word like it was your name. It made you want to scream. You swallowed down all your anger and a spoonful of soup before you said, “Thank you, sir.”

He gave you a satisfied smile. “See,” he said, “I knew you had good manners.”

You shoved the spoon into your mouth to prevent any sort of comeback. This fucking asshole. Luckily he let you eat the rest of your meal in peace. But he never took his eyes off you.

Once you were done, Andy put the tray on the dresser and then declared it bedtime. You watched him cautiously, as he went to the dresser and took out a pair of boxers and a cotton tee. He changed right in the middle of the room and you turned your head away. You caught flashes of skin, that if he’d been anyone else, in any other circumstances, would have had you drooling. It was becoming hard to breathe again. What else would he demand from you tonight?

You chanced a glance back up at him to find him changed and staring at you. You swallowed nervously. “Come here,” he said firmly, holding his hand out to you. You slowly, so slowly, made your way to him. As soon as you were in reach, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you the rest of the way in so that you were nestled into his chest. “I know,” he said, stroking one hand down your back, “that we’re both thinking about our first time together, but I’d like to wait.” He ran the fingers of his other hand down the strap of your nightgown, slipping onto your bare skin. “Give you a chance to get fully adjusted. Give us both a chance to get to know each other.” His voice slipped down an octave as his fingers traveled across your chest. Your body bowed to get away from him, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. “Give us a chance to enjoy each other.” His breath hitched as his hand traveled down to your breast, the other hand on your back had stilled, holding you close, stopping you from getting away. He moved his head as close as he could to yours and whispered, “I want it to be special.” Then, before you could try to back away, he was kissing you. It was firm and demanding, giving you no option but to let it happen. He angled his growing erection into your thigh, and with the way he was holding you, you couldn’t lean away from it. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and you couldn’t help the way you whimpered. It felt like it might go on forever, when he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m so happy you’re mine,” he whispered.

And then he was out of your space, leaving you trying to breathe again, alone in the middle of the room, as he climbed into the bed. You just stood there, unsure of what to do, your lips still tingling. Once he was settled on the side of the bed closest to the door, he called your name. “Come to bed now,” he said, and there was no mistaking it for anything other than an order. You ducked your head and climbed onto the bed, terrified of what might come next, but also desperate for sleep. This day had left you exhausted and confused and scared and so angry. It was all too much.

You tried to lie down as close to the edge as you could, but he pulled you in close so that your back was flush to his front, his arm thrown over your waist. “I'm so proud of you,” he whispered into your hair, “getting through your first day without having to go to the punishment room.”

Your mouth went completely dry. A room you hadn’t been to. Somewhere worse than the quiet room. “What's–” your tongue struggled to form the words. You took a breath and tried again. “What's the punishment room?” You caught yourself at the last minute and added a quiet “Sir.”

His hand caressed your side. “You keep being my good girl and you won't have to find out.”

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Isabell is quite used to the humans doing homework at this point. Typically, she is set up on the desk beside them, wrapped in a blanket, watching a show on a phone, or reading quietly on a tablet. This technology stuff is really cool. She likes that she can read without having to fight with the pages of a book. All she has to do is click a button.

Today is no different, she is set up beside Zeke at his desk. He's got his laptop in front of him. Whatever he's doing it must only require one hand. He isn't rapidly typing like Marcus typically does, though Zeke has had some assignments where he has to do that too. Mostly, it just looks like he's reading. Every now and then he'll use a hand to scroll or to click something.

His left hand is free, idly shifting, his fingers rap against the surface of the desk as he fidgets with an empty hand. The repetitive sound pulls her attention away from her book, she can feel the light vibrations through the desk beneath her. She just observes his hands for a moment. Occasionally his second hand will join the first and his fingers will slowly shift together, either taping a rhythm with two parts, or the fingers on one hand will absentmindedly pick at the fingers of the other before the second hand is drawn away to interact with the computer once more.

She stands, making her way over to his massive hand as his fingers dance against the desk. He is too enraptured by his assignment to notice her approaching until she reaches his index finger and places a hand on his knuckle. Instantly, his movement stills, he drops his chin, flicking his eyes down to her.

"Sorry. Do you need something?" He asks.

She shakes her head, sitting down between two of his fingers and leaning forward to wrap her arms around his index finger. One leg is tucked in close to her, the other leg sticking out in front of her, behind his finger. "No. You just seemed to be.. fidgeting a lot, tapping the desk and stuff." She looks up at him, her face resting against his knuckle.

"Ah. Yeah. Sorry if that was annoying. I honestly wasn't even thinking about it. Sometimes I just... Need to do something with my hands to help me focus. "

She looks at the digit in front of her. Though she knows he's focusing on keeping his hand still, his fingers twitch around her, begging for interaction. "I can help you focus." She says into his knuckle, her cheeks begin to grow warm. She steals a glance up at his face and sees him staring back down at her, his mouth slightly agape. "But, if I'm just distracting you I can-"

"No." His voice comes out as a tight whisper. His fingers shift in a little closer, not wanting her to leave. His thumb brushes feather light against her arm. He takes a breath, "Are you sure?" He asks quietly, she just nods in response. "I.... I would like that. Just, ah, get my attention if you need anything or... or if you're uncomfortable, alright?" He waits for her to agree before he turns his attention back to the screen, stealing one more peek at her before starting his work again.

At first he doesn't move much. His fingers remain stiff and still around her, his thumb occasionally brushing against her arm. It's as if he is all too aware of her presence amidst his fingers, and he's trying to be as cautious as possible. But as his focus settles back into his assignment, his hand relaxes. His thumb falls, brushing against her straight leg. His thumb strokes up towards her hip, and then back down the length of her leg. This motion repeats a few times before his whole hand shifts around her. She releases his index finger as it pulls away just enough to rest behind her. He doesn't stop there, his finger and this thumb come together, gently pinching her between them. She is lifted up just enough for his other fingers curl in beneath her. The gentle pressure holding her up releases, and she settles into the massive fingers behind her. Her cheeks flush, and her heart flutters in her chest as she is just completely surrounded by touch. His thumb absentmindedly explores her, brushing over her stomach, traveling down the side of one of her legs, drifting back up to her shoulders, up and down her arms. His thumb pauses, resting on her sternum, he looks down at her.

"Your heart is beating so fast." He whispers, "Are you sure you're okay with this? You're allowed to say no. If- if I'm scaring you I-"

"Zeke, Zeke it's fine!" She cuts him off before he starts nervously rambling. "I'm fine, do your homework." She laughs, giving his thumb a quick hug. At this point, she's honestly more afraid that he'll just put her down. He looks at her for a moment before nodding at returning to his assignment.

At first, he keeps his hand still, his thumb gently pressed against her chest, holding her solidly against his fingers and feeling her heartbeat in his massive digits. Soon, his hand starts moving around her again, releasing her momentarily from the pressure of his grasp. He traces a line down her cheek with the side of his thumb.

He is so gentle.

She looks up at him, and is really only able to see the underside of his jaw. He seems to be completely focused on his work as he shifts his fingers around her, absentmindedly.

The fingers beneath her curl in more, his thumb shifting out of the way as he encloses her in a loose fist. For a split second her heart rate spikes as she's plunged into remembering her days in captivity when her human would play with her like a doll, sometimes holding her in a tight fist and - no.

This is nothing like that. Zeke's hand is gentle around her. His fingers knead into her one at a time, squeezing her, but never too tight. His thumb brushes against her cheek, shifting to stroke her hair. For once, maybe for the first time, she's able to stop the onslaught of horrific memories and fears before they really even begin. She's not where she used to be, she's with Zeke now. She is held gently, engulfed by his fingers like he's wrapping her up in a hug. This is not a place of fear. She finds comfort in the fingers surrounding her.

She trusts him.

He only holds her like that for a moment before manipulating her in his grasp once more. She finds herself on her stomach spread flat across his fingers. His thumb comes down behind her, rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades, and tracing up and down her spine. This continues for a while before his thumb flips her over. She's looking straight up at him again, and he's still paying her no mind. What little glimpse she gets of his face only reveals his concentration on his work. His mouth flat, eyes scanning his screen. His other hand draws near, and now both of his thumbs search over her idly. There is no pattern, simply absent-minded touch. After a while the other hand pulls away, she hears him clicking or scrolling or whatever he's doing. Honestly, she finds herself a little preoccupied with the digits trying to weave themselves around her. She's threaded through, under one finger, over the next , before she's flipped back into his palm.

The thumb of the hand holding her fixes itself solidly over her middle when the second hand returns. She is held in place as he pinches her hand between two fingers. She feels the grooves of his fingerprints with her whole hand. The size difference is striking to her. You would think that eventually one would stop being amazed, but seeing her whole hand held on just one fingerprint takes her breath away all over again. His fingertips delicately explore moving her limbs. First her arm then he fidgets with her leg. He gingerly feels her joints as they bend and straighten with his movements. She's passed between his hands, each getting a turn to explore her limbs, to manipulate her form like a little doll. But she doesn't mind, in fact, she finds that she enjoys it. Maybe she wouldn't if it was anybody else, but this is Zeke. His hands are dexterous and gentle, and she knows he would never hurt her. She trusts him completely, and her conviction only grows stronger as he delicatly encourages her limbs to shift and bend. She finds that she's never felt more safe than when she's engulfed by his hands. Nothing can hurt her right now.

When he finally glances down at her, she's upsidedown in his hand. He jolts, as if he's just now realizing what he's been doing to her.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, righting her, and setting her on the desk. "I might have gotten a little carried away I - ah, sorry." His fingers withdraw from around her and she already misses their warmth.

"You're fine. That was," she struggles to find a word before just settling for, "nice." It's not the right word. Exhilarating, maybe? Incredible, perhaps? But she went with nice. Looking up at him though, she thinks he understands because he nods and softly repeats the word back to her in that same way. Like he knows that doesn't even begin to cover it, but he can't express what he really means with words alone. "Did you get your assignment done?" She asks.

"Yeah, it's submitted. Thank you for- for uh," he fumbles, not knowing what to call that.

"Being your fidget toy?" She raises an eyebrow, teasing him. Though he typically contains it well, he does get flustered if you can push the right buttons, which she did. She laughs as he blushes, sputtering about how she's not a toy and on and on. Zeke has done so much for her, she's just happy that she was finally able to give him something for once.

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severeweatheralert · 10 months

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Ashes

Original short story written for a discord prompt.

The dishwasher broke today. I had Hannah over, so cooked too much, hid the take out containers in the thrash beneath produce scraps and tins of cubed tomatoes. She brought a girlfriend, all smiles, pink hair and a college T-shirt, and Hannah had that same glint in her eyes that you had in our wedding photo. It's still up on the mantle. The ashes of the fireplace beneath it are cold, now. Do you remember last Christmas? You were working the graveyard shift again, because Kyle's girlfriend had just had a baby and John had booked a flight out to see family and Mike, well, we all know not to depend on Mike. So I sat by the fireplace and told myself it wasn't Christmas. I don't think it's been lit it since.

Dinner was stilted, jagged, Hannah's girlfriend chattering over the potholes she couldn't know we stumbled into. She sat in your chair; Hannah didn't flinch when she chose it. We spoke about the weather and the news and future plans and the price of gas, nowadays, and have you seen the thing the neighbours put up in the garden? Hannah's girlfriend tried to tell me about her major and her job and I didn't hear a thing, I just saw the way Hannah looked at her, with that fondness. Your eyes in her face. I tell myself I'm too old to be jealous of young love. For all I know they'll break up next week, over a miscommunication or a perceived slight or an impending move across the country. It's those emotions that they tell me to journal about, they'll pass, they're normal. I don't want any of it to be normal. I want you to walk back in the door.

With the pasta gone and dessert politely demolished, they spilled out of the front door, into the driveway, bundled up in boiled wool coats and soft scarves. I'd have liked to close my eyes and pretend Hannah was six years old again, off to play with a friend, to regale me with tales of crocodiles and castles when she inevitably rushes back in the door again. But Hannah's at an age now where she doesn't tell her mother what kind of games she plays. What people she sees, which bars she goes to, where they end up after that. I waved them off. Their tail lights streaked red into the night, in sight one moment and round the corner the next. I lingered, a few unwise minutes, but the street stayed empty. The air still, November fast approaching. Fog reaching up from the tarmac with long, pale fingers. The neighbours across the road had a sign in their front yard, lit up in red and green, loud words in a garish font. Happy 25th anniversary!

Remember when we worried the house would be too small for us? If we wouldn't need more bedrooms, a finished basement? We could always move, you'd tell me, if we ever outgrew this stack of drywall. I'd like the house to shrink in on me, now. Stick to me like cling film. Every week I dust rooms I don't use anymore. Hannah's bedroom, frozen in time, and sometimes I sit in there and pretend she's still eighteen years old and sneaking into the house at 2AM as if we don't hear the stairs creaking. It's quiet like a church. Not even the rumbling of the dishwasher.

The dishwasher. It sat blinking tail light red and opening it unleashed a flood of water, the sickly grey of dead skin, full of chunks of god-knows-what. The half-digested dishwasher tablet stuck to a plate, and my socks were growing wet, and for a bizarre moment I was almost grateful. Something to do. So I grabbed dish towels and bright yellow lemon-scented chemicals, the mop. Stacked the remnants of the evening into the sink. The way we used to when we were still renting that apartment. Right after college. Remember how our fingers would wrinkle when we did the dishes, then? I folded half my torso into the dishwasher, pulled the filter out, rinsed off peas and see-through mushrooms, clicked it back into place. Put the racks back in, the dishes, the pots and the pans and the plates. The cutlery. Hit the button. There was the buzzing noise of water flowing in, the vague satisfaction of a job well done, but when I came back downstairs with clean socks and pants without wet patches on the knees, the light was blinking red again. I didn't think.

Your name spilled out of my mouth before I realized you were gone. I swear I almost heard you answer.

The house is all quiet, now. My hands have wrinkled. There's not even the rumbling of the dishwasher.

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hoaqins-funk-house · 3 years

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Springtrap

Yandere

Male Reader

Part 1

Sitting in the black swivel chair, you spin once or twice before coming to a stop, grimacing at the feeling of sticky floors beneath your shoes. This place is brand new, how the hell are the floors sticky?

Actually, on that note, how is everything so covered in dust?

Sighing, your mindless fidgeting comes to a stop as the phone, just as dinky as the walls around you, begins to ring. You pick it up but put it back on the table, eyes drifting to the laptop and swing-out tablet. When you flip the former open, you note the four buttons, each relating to something you would have to reset when it comes time to. The latter has cameras that are scattered around, including a separate tab for vents. There’s an option to block off vents, which sends a chill up your spine as you glance to the big ass one at your side.

You decide to block that one off for now.

Humming, you familiarize yourself with the layout of the place, deciding to ignore the shadows that crept through your vision.

Your unenthused eyes scan and take in everything. The replicas (you had seen the originals, and they were permanently stained with both the smell and color of pizza sauce and lawsuits) that were in and around the office, as well as the little bobbleheads that sat on your desk of the animatronics, which were, for some reason, human? You boop the one who you assume to be Freddy, hearing the familiar squeak.

A small smile comes to your lips.

It was at this time that you realized you had completely ignored the man on the phone, but you couldn't really bring yourself to care.

The little drawings that were put up were authentic; not just anyone could recreate what a child's mind spits out and decides to draw.

That Freddy looks a bit fucked up.

The posters were cutely designed, and after getting the gist of what everything was and how everything works, you were on your phone the rest of the night.

When six strikes, you casually leave, giving the building a quick once over as you leave the doors, locking them behind you.

If every night is going to be like that, this is going to get boring.

He’s stuck.

This suit traps him like a rabid dog, eager to stay gripped onto his neck.

Still, things would be changing soon.

He can feel it.

He can feel it as a fresh breeze, the first in many years, hits his nostrils, sending a wave of euphoria through his system. The bloodied musk that hung in the dank room was not a pleasant one.

He can feel it as his body accepts this new host, more and more, until soon, quite soon, he will become one with his vessel.

Just as the animatronics before him did.

He ponders.

Why was he being freed from this prison of his own design?

Is he being taken somewhere?

…

Will there be a night guard to terrorize?

A grin takes to his broken lips as he ignores the pain and blood that comes from them. Oh, a night guard! Truly, that will be a sight!

He can't wait.

For now, however, he must play dead.

My, that voice that shouts with excitement from behind him…

It sounds so familiar.

"Bring the truck around!" He calls. "I found one, a real one! It's got the rips, the weird colors, and what I am going to assume is pizza sauce! Ohohoh man, I hit the jackpot with this one! Fazbear's Fright needed something, and here it is!"

His congratulatory tone made the man within the suit want to throw up. Finding him was nothing to be happy about; he is despicable, incapable of redemption, and an awful being.

And you know what?

That's just the way he likes it.

So to have someone happy to find him, especially for their own purposes?

He won't let it stand.

Yeah, if this place has a nightguard, he'll kill them without mercy before burning the entire thing to the ground.

Might as well make it fun for himself.

As light peeks through, clearly originating from a flashlight, he feels his pupils shrink, resisting the urge to let out a groan as his weak eyes ache from their decades of being in the dark.

"Whoahoh! This one looks gnarly!" The same man as before speaks, probably referencing the organs and tendons that were showing. "C'mon, let's get it up!"

His grin only grows as two people lift him onto a dolly, beginning the move.

Goodbye, saferoom.

And hello, Fazbear's Fright.

Humming, you walk into the building, skimming over the decorations once more before noticing something.

The papers that had fallen onto the ground from before, they had dirt on them. Not surprising on its own, but when they were in the shape of tire tracks?

You decide to follow them, using your memory of the cameras to guide you through the building, which was already rather linear anyway.

Entering the last area, you could see a rather dilapidated animatronic suit, with organs visible and its fur matted with blood. Real blood. The old Springbonnie suit was nearly green from how old and dirty it was.

Your eyebrows raise. "Is that guy just stupid or did he knowingly bring in a suit that has a dead body in it?"

Honestly, you didn't care. "Eh, whatever. It'll probably start moving when I start my shift… I've heard those rumors about the other locations." You turn, stretching, unaware of the eyes that followed you or the head that turned your way.

Damn, does he want to kill this one?

Well, he can think it over more soon. After the merge.

He grins again, feeling his uneven, gouged skin begin to flare with pain.

You exit the room fully, making your way back to the office with all the urgency of an ADHD-riddled person doing laundry.

Which is to say… not much.

You fall into the chair, cursing as the thin mesh cushion does nothing to protect your tailbone from the metal frame of the chair. The phone rings not a moment later, you picking it up and laying it on the table again, eager to ignore it just as you had done before. You stretch again, arms raising above your head as you begin to flip through cameras, finding the rabbit in the same spot it was in before.

You yawn.

Hopefully it starts moving soon, or else the entire reason you took this job would be unfulfilled.

You were bored, and you remembered this place from the times you had gone with your younger brother, who was now in his early twenties. You, however, were 28 years of age, with nothing better to do than 'investigate' the Fazbear's Fright that opened up. Still, if that rabbit has a corpse in it, it should make things more fun.

As you lazily flip through your cameras, you set it down and look to the side, seeing a rather dirty looking man with an eyepatch and fox ears. To his confusion, before he could lunge at you, you reach out and swipe a hand through his chest. You continue to swipe forwards and backwards, the incorporeal man stuck standing there until you leaned back.

"So, you're a ghost."

His mouth opens as if to retort, but he just gives up and leaps at you, you not even looking at him anymore. He closes his mouth halfway through the jump, and with an unsatisfied sigh, he disappears.

You continue flipping through the cameras, checking in on the rabbit a couple of times before shoving the tablet out of the way, opening the laptop to have it ready and sitting back in your chair.

You glance towards a shifting figure in front of the window, the hat and bear ears telling of who it is. He limps along, eventually falling beneath your view before seemingly phasing through the wall and leaping at you. You stare passively as he does so, him not completing the jump to instead stand in front of you, confused.

For shits and giggles, you wave your hand through his chest once or twice.

"Why… aren't you… scared?" He croaks, voice ruined from years of no use.

"Oh, was I supposed to be scared?" You genuinely ask. "Uh, sorry. If you do it again I promise I'll hyperventilate."

"Don't try to… lessen your survival chances…"

"Okay. My bad."

He sighs, and after annoyedly rubbing his face, he disappears.

You flip out your cameras once more, finding the screen obscured by static and a small error in the center. Lazily, you reset cams.

When your screen clears, you check the rabbit. He looks… strange. Like his body is evolving in front of your eyes.

To be honest, you don't give enough of a shit to watch a potentially world-changing discovery if it looks that gross. You aren't paid enough to, anyway.

At this pay grade, you even coming into the damn building is volunteer work.

You check your phone for the time, seeing a cool time of one in the morning.

"Aside from that science experiment gone wrong happening in the back room, it's still really damn boring."

However, it's still not boring enough to watch that transformation or whatever. That corpse (well, at this point, you kinda doubt it's dead) can do whatever the hell he wants with that suit. It's his body, not your business.

After another fifteen minutes of staring at a wall, you check the cameras to the sound of loud clicks and pops, now seeing a heavily scarred man with 1.5 rabbit ears in place of the suit. He takes one step out from his original spot, body heaving forward before he lifts himself up, looking up at the camera with a grin.

"Huh. That's new." You say, watching him jolt forward, continuing to take steps before relearning how to walk smoothly.

It only takes him a moment to rocket off.

"I doubt that's good." You mumble, beginning to flip through the cameras to follow him before playing a sound in the room behind him, making him pause. He turns, walking back with a confused expression.

Continuing to flip through cameras, you watch as the man, who you'll dub Rabbit Guy, wanders, seemingly having lost his focus. Hearing a sound to your left, you pay no heed to whoever it is, instead waggling your hand in what you would assume to be their torso.

"You're strange…" They say.

"Uh-huh. If you'd excuse me, I am currently working on keeping Rabbit Guy the hell away from me." Your voice is monotonous but sincere; you aren't trying to be sarcastic or mean, just trying to tell them the facts.

Glancing to the side, you see that it was a child, so you were waving your hand in his collar. "Oh, my bad. Does that… make you guys uncomfortable?" You ask, retracting your hand.

"No, we can't feel it."

"Huh." You blandly respond, playing the sounds to lead Rabbit Guy back to where he started, before resetting sounds as you weren't able to play them anymore.

It seems like Rabbit Guy is getting progressively more and more annoyed at being led back, if his attempts to move fast enough to avoid the sounds or block out his ears meant anything.

His body was responding to the sounds, not him.

It was then that he disappeared, so you check vents, finding him in one that led directly to the room beside your office.

You block it off, much to his annoyance, before yawning and sitting back as any thumps you hear from inside the vents come to a stop.

You find him standing in the room where he had entered the vent, irritated as he glares at the camera. Preemptively, you reset all, thankfully right as cams and sound go out.

Sighing, you lazily check through cameras, brows slightly furrowing as you look for him. He was completely gone, not in vents or in rooms. It really is unfortunate how many blind spots and shadowed areas there are.

When you hear the thumping of the vents, you search through them, only finding a stupid knick-knack laying on its side halfway in your sight.

Looking to your side, you peek into the vent, leaning down to see if anything was there. Your gaze meets Rabbit Guy's.

"Shit." You say, quickly switching cams over to this one and holding down the seal button.

Your eyes shift back to him, finding him way too close for comfort. As you lift your finger to let the gate close on the vent, the man (who was crouch walking) catches it, forcing it back up. You hear something grind that definitely shouldn't be grinding, and you have a feeling that that vent cover just might be broken.

Getting out of the vent, he stands over you, waiting for some sort of plea or… literally any response at all.

"So, you, uh… come here often?" You ask, leaving him genuinely at a loss.

"Wh- was that a pickup line?" His rough, baritone voice catches you slightly off-guard.

You weren't expecting something that was pretty much a zombie to have such a good voice, or a slight british accent for that matter. "Was it? Shit, more people've flirted with me than I thought."

"Really? That's all you can come up with before your death? I'd hate for those to be your final words." He lightly teases, leaning against the wall with a mean grin.

You look up at the ceiling with a vague smile, his eyes widening momentarily. "To be honest, of any place to die, I'd much rather have it be in a place where I know I'll reach the front pages than in some random alley."

His grin falls into a frown as he watches you turn to him, the smile still on your face. It feels strange.

He feels strange.

Why does a random night guard make him feel so…

So… comfortable?

You were calm, collected, not making any sudden moves or even attempting to exit the chair. Theoretically, the perfect prey, but not a satisfying kill.

If he even wants to kill you, that is.

“What’s your name?” He asks, watching as you spin to face him in your chair. You would be taller if you stood, but he would still have a few inches on you.

“Y/N. You?”

“I’m… William. Or, rather, I was, when I was well and truly human.”

“And now?” You ask.

“I don’t exactly have a name.”

“Can I still call you William, then? Well, if I live long enough to do so?” You ask, eyes moving up to meet his. Looking up at him like that… He wishes the hot feeling in the pit of his stomach would go away.

“...Fine.”

“I mean… are you going to kill me?” You ask, face not shifting as he glares down at you.

“I won’t kill you on the first night, you need to give me more entertainment.” At least, that’s what he told himself.

“Oh, so we’re both here for the same reason.” You blankly say, his face contorting from a glare to confusion once more.

“You’re here… for entertainment?” He slowly asks, answered by your nod.

“I’m certainly not here for the pay. This place gives like half of minimum wage but I can’t complain about it because the other part is supposed to come from tips. Somehow.”

“How do you even live?”

“Well, right now I’m on an paid leave due to some unfortunate deaths in my family. To be honest, I never really cared for any of them, but hey. I’ll take any chance for a break I can. Then I got bored.”

He huffs out a laugh. “So you went to another job on your break?”

“Listen, getting a month off leaves a man with little to do when capitalism has left me with no hobbies. Besides, this gives me a great excuse to continue avoiding people.”

His lips curl into an amused grin as he leans forward, lowering his head to be eye level with yours. "Well, you won't be avoiding me." He practically purrs, you averting your eyes at the tone he uses.

Why would he say it like that?!

His golden eyes follow you as you close the laptop's screen, enjoying your reaction. You…

He'll keep you around.

You're entertaining and friendly. Open, and… warm.

He wonders.

You're human, and fully alive. He's a revived corpse who merged with his vessel. You probably are very warm compared to him.

When he comes back to his senses, he notices you slowly raising out of your seat, hand outstretched towards him.

Well, might as well take the chance.

He grabs your wrist, looking down at you unimpressed. You quietly huff, falling back into your chair and forcing him to move away from the wall in order to not dislocate your wrist.

Well, his hypothesis is correct. You are very warm.

He feels the tightening in his gut, not wanting to let go but knowing that he will have to.

You, however, don't actually care either way. You begin your attempt again, this time with your left hand. Slowly raising out of your seat, you actually manage to stand fully up before he notices again, grabbing your other wrist.

"What are you even trying to do?" He asks, a light sneer on his lips.

"Well... uh, I was trying to… boop your nose? If you're bonded with one of the original suits, then I figured either you or Fredbear would have the sound effect."

He lets out a few short laughs, his sneer replaced with the same amused grin as before.

"I'm afraid neither of us have the sound effect. That only came about with the second and third generations of animatronics."

You hum, interested.

His eyes quickly scan over you, taking in your form. This position, practically holding you hostage… Needless to say, he didn't dislike it.

Still, he releases you as he catches you glancing at what he assumes to be a phone. Things have advanced quite far since he was trapped.

You turn it on quickly, checking the time. “Well, we have around an hour and a half before my shift ends, so…” Pausing, you check the time again. An hour and a half?

He steps closer, you glancing back up at him before leaning back as he leans forward, looming over you. “Tomorrow, you best make this more fun for me. I’ll greet you, but then I’ll head to the back. Try and stop me from getting in.”

“Uh, sure. Are you still planning on making the punishment for loss, uh, death?”

His eyes narrow in coordination with a widening grin. “That’s for me to know. You either figure it out, or you don’t. It all depends how well you play.” His gruff voice slightly echoes in the mostly empty building, you nodding in response.

“Oh, cool. Can I tell my brother about you?” You ask suddenly, him quirking a brow as he stares down at you, easily at least half a foot taller than you. He was always tall, but now that he’s in this new form, he grew to be somewhere from 6’6 to 6’8. You sit down once more, exacerbating the height difference.

“Feel free to. Just know that if he ever comes around here, he won’t be alive for very long.”

“I doubt he will. He’s always preferred Foxy the most because he has taste, but-”

“Taste? For liking that liability-strewn fox? You like him as well?”

“To be honest, I never really liked any of them more than the other. I was in my emo phase when I went to see them, so it was practically illegal for me to like anything. But Foxy had sharp teeth and a wicked lookin’ hook, so… I guess I did.”

He hums, clearly slightly annoyed.

“Are you jealous that I liked the fox more than the rabbit that isn’t even the same generation as you?”

“I really should kill you.” His irritated expression shows the truth to your statement.

“It’s okay, I’m willing to call Springbonnie my favorite.”

Now, William was confused. Your tone… you weren’t joking. You were being genuine about something as stupid as this? What is with you?

“You’re very confusing. I think you joke, and then I listen to your tone and you’re genuine. But still, I wouldn’t mind if you did so.”

“It’s not nearly as confusing as how time passes in this place. It’s been like ten minutes since I met you but the clock says like three or four hours have passed.”

“What? Really?” His brows furrow as he steps closer, finding another excuse to close the distance between you both as he leans over the chair, seeing you pointing to the screen. “How strange…”

“Yeah. It doesn’t seem like tomorrow’s hunt will last for six hours, then. Thankfully.” You sigh.

“What, do you not want to feel like my prey for six hours straight?” He grins, leaning over further until his arm rests on your shoulder.

You shiver. “Why do you have to say it like that?”

“Because it makes you react, obviously. It’s entertaining to watch you squirm from something as simple as... the tone of my voice.” Of course, in order to prove his point, he does exactly what he did before, lowering his voice a few pitches and upping the growliness of it.

In covering your eyes, you also cover your cheeks, which have gained a slight flush. “William, I am begging you. Please, please, please, stop talking like that.”

And, naturally progressing, he was left somewhat stunned by the sound of your pleading tone. There’s just something about it, especially as you say his name, that makes him want to…

...makes him want to chase, and capture, and possess forever.

You as his prized prey, and him as the hunter.

“I’ll use it when necessary.” He vaguely answers, watching your head droop.

“I’ll take what I can get.” You concede breathily.

He chuckles, hearing the chime of a bell, signifying 6 in the morning. "Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow, then. Don't keep me waiting."

"Asshole. I won't." You turn your head away from him, hiding the flush on your face, and stand up, stretching. "See ya, William."

He hums, eyes tracing your form as you stretch. It was a nice view, watching the button up shirt crease around your back as you stretch, clearly hinting at the muscle beneath. His eyes did drift lower once or twice, and that's how he figures out that damn, you have a really nice ass!

You begin to walk out, and he follows you with his eyes, watching you turn past the replica Freddy husk and unlock the door, exiting into the fresh morning. His eyelids droop, gaze slipping up as his lips curl into a wide grin.

“Y/N… I won’t kill you. Especially not when I’m presented with such an ample opportunity to make this into something so entertaining.”

Well…

Is that the only reason?

Of course, he knows it isn’t.

His grin falls, leaving him coldly leering at the aged panels above him before his sight shifts back to the room around him. As he exits the office, he glances at the stained and shaded glass of the door, not allowing much, if any, light in. He turns away, heading back to where he was originally.

As he walks, he lets his form shift, feeling his body grow to his previous monster rabbit self, the creaks of his metal joints loud in the silent building.

He ignores any shadows that creep in the edges of his vision, the specters traversing without sound.

“This is going to be… boring.” His voice, far rougher than before, comes out unfeeling and croaky. As he returns to his previous position, slouching over once more, he decides to use his old tactic to pass time; inflicting enough pain on himself to fall unconscious. It doesn’t matter if his dreams are infested with darkness, nor how much he suffers in them.

It was better than the boredom of sitting in one position with an unchanging environment.

He begins forcing his muscles to flex and strain within the suit and pull against the beams they have welded to, making him grit his teeth before the searing pain fades away, along with his vision.

Goodnight, Y/N.

“Yo.” You greet your brother, the man tiredly yawning as he ruffles his hair.

“Heya, Y/N. What’re you up so early for?”

“Well, I got bored and got a night shift job at this dinky little horror attraction opening up next week. I decided to tell you about what happened there before I head off to sleep.”

“You got bored during a break from your job so you… got another job?”

“Y’know, William said the same thing.” You say, your brother narrowing his eyes at you.

“A coworker?” He asks.

“Eh, not quite… he is the reason I stayed up to talk to you, though.”

He hums, walking around the couch you were splayed on with your shirt half unbuttoned.

“So, to begin my tale, you remember Freddy’s? The pizzeria with the animatronics?” You question.

“Yeah?”

“Well the horror place I went to is based off of that; it’s filled with replicas and a few actual things from the pizzerias of the past, but something came in tonight that was… different.”

“Which was?”

“An animatronic. One of the originals, Springbonnie. Granted, the suit was ripped to shit and covered in enough dirt to be green, but it was authentic. It even has the dead body! Well - not so dead body, but still visible.”

“Did you call the cops?” He asks, worried.

“Hell no! I’m not paid enough to give a shit about what could-or-could-not-be a dead body. Either way, he transformed into a human, which was rather odd, but-”

“Just to be clear, this rabbit had a dead body inside and transformed into a human, and you don’t question it?”

“No. Continuing on, he got into my office and then we talked for a bit, I learned that his name is William, time passed really weirdly, and then we struck a deal where I have to keep him out of my office or I'll maybe die.”

“You’re still going back there?! And ‘maybe die?!’”

“Yeah, he said the knowledge about whether or not I die from losing the hunt was ‘for him to know.’ I didn’t question it further.”

“You know, Y/N, sometimes it feels like I’m the older sibling. You’re fucking stupid.”

“I’m well aware.”

He leans over the couch, glaring down at you. “Then wisen up and quit that damn job.”

“I’m good. William is good company.”

“He threatened to kill you!”

“And? He hasn’t. Yet.”

“You infuriate me, gayboy.” He says, stepping away from the couch.

“Cool. I’ll sleep here for now, when you get back from work I’ll definitely be up.”

“Whatever.” He waves his hand at you, ignoring the middle finger pointing his direction from behind the couch’s back.

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Part 2

also a lot of the stuff i write from now on may be male reader inserts lol

heres my springtrap design

here's the updated design lol

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zackcollins · 3 years

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when i first heard your heartbeat || jack campbell

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Author’s Note: Hi everyone! I’m deep in the feels for a certain goaltender. So, uh. That’s why this exists. As for the premise of the story, I absolutely plead the fifth. I say as a Canadian citizen living in Canada where the fifth amendment doesn’t exist. Anyways. Since I have to answer the question, I want the reader to be me so fucking badly. Happy? Alright. Now that that’s sorted. GIF credit to marc-andrefleury!!

Warnings: This fic mentions infertility and miscarriage. It’s nothing graphic, promise! It’s just mentioned as a way to further the storyline. But I’m warning about it because I know how much some people struggle with it or have struggled with it. If you need to avoid it, I completely understand and no hard feelings, okay?

Word Count: 2.4k+

Title: Lady by Brett Young

Additional: The reader is feminine this time! Or, well. The reader is anyone that has a uterus and can get pregnant! Because I specifically mention the reader having a uterus but men can have uteri too (*gestures at myself*). So, do whatever you will with that. I do call the reader a feminine term (Ms.) but it’s only when being called back to the exam room. So, you can still probably imagine yourself in the reader’s position if you have a uterus but aren’t feminine. Okay? Okay. I hope everyone enjoys this!

Sitting in the waiting room, you noticed that Jack was bouncing his left leg up and down and fidgeting with his hands. You placed your hand on his knee; he stopped bouncing and fidgeting immediately, slotting one of his hands over top of yours as he looked over into your eyes. You shared a soft look, no words being exchanged in the process. The two of you had been together long enough to be able to reassure the other with only looks. You still smiled when Jack asked if you were alright.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, guiding Jack’s hand up from his knee to kiss the back of it. Jack smiled fondly, brushing a stray piece of your hair behind your ear. You hummed in appreciation as you fell back against the waiting room chair. “Just a little nervous. You?”

Jack nodded, linking your ankles together in front of the chairs. You smiled, dropping your head against his shoulder; he brought his arm over and draped it across your upper back and shoulders. “Yeah, same, flowerbud.” Jack placed a kiss to your temple, squeezing you gently against him.

Taking your hand, you ran it over Jack’s knee in an attempt to soothe his ever apparent nerves. You looked up at your fiance, noticing a thankful expression on his face. He nodded briefly to affirm that he was thankful before he pressed another kiss to your temple. You swung your interlocked ankles back and forth, chuckling when you heard Jack huff an amused breath above you.

“That nervous, huh?” Jack’s question came out sounding more concerned than anything. It even came out sounding more like a statement than a question, if you were being honest. All the same, Jack ran his arm comfortingly along your upper arm and helped you in your effort to swing your ankles.

“This is a big thing, bud,” you said, sighing and running a hand down your face. You glanced up at Jack and noticed that he was looking at you with concern. You smiled softly, patting your fiance’s chest. “Of course I’m gonna be nervous. Who wouldn’t be? I promise I’ll be fine once we get in there though. Okay?” Jack went to respond but he closed his mouth when the door beside the reception desk swung open and shut with a resounding thunk.

Looking over, you saw a nurse standing there. She was holding a clipboard and appeared to be scanning the paper that was clipped to it. After a moment, she turned to face the seating area, clutching the clipboard to her chest.

"Ms. (Y/L/N)?" The nurse looked around the room. You noticed that the only other people there were a teenager and his mother. The teenager was playing on a Nintendo Switch and the mother was doing some work on a tablet computer.

You swallowed thickly as you lifted your head from Jack's shoulder and unlinked your ankles. Standing from the chair, you grabbed Jack's hand and guided him off of his own chair. Jack gave you a quick hug before he walked with you across the room to where the nurse was standing. The nurse raised a questioning eyebrow but didn't say anything as she led you and Jack through the door and back into one of the rooms.

Once you were in a room,the nurse closed the door and instructed you to lay on the examination table. Jack quickly stood beside you, grabbing your hand without having been asked. You mouthed your thanks as you rolled the hem of your shirt up to your ribcage, squeezing your eyes shut in the process.

You heard the nurse walk across the room and heard the chair on the side that Jack wasn't on creak as the nurse sat down. You swallowed nervously, wlibg yourself to open your eyes and look at her. When you did, she was holding the ultrasound wand and a bottle of medical gel. You swallowed again, looking over at Jack. Jack nodded, running his thumb across your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your nerves.

"Are you ready?" The nurse asked, popping the top on the gel bottle. When you nodded, the nurse squirted the gel on your stomach. Shivering, you tried to recoil from the feeling of it on your skin. The nurse chuckled as she clicked the bottle closed and placed it back in the basket attached to the ultrasound machine. "Sorry. I probably should've warned you that it was going to be cold."

"No, it's fine," you said, sighing in annoyance. "It wasn't that bad anyways."

When you looked up at Jack, you could tell that he was trying his best to bite back a laugh or a smartass remark. You took your hand and swatted your fiance on the elbow, smirking when he huffed in defeat. You also cast him a stern, although soft at the same time, look to tell him to behave himself. Jack simply chuckled and gave a half-assed smile in response. You rolled your eyes as you looked back at the nurse.

She didn't seem to have noticed what had happened because she was looking at the ultrasound machine. She appeared to be pushing buttons and trying to find the right settings to get it to work. She pressed a few more buttons before nodding a moment later, turning to you and grabbing the wand again.

“Alright,” she said, adjusting herself in her seat so that she was in a better position to use the wand on your stomach. “Are you ready to get this show on the road?”

You heard Jack scoff as you chuckled, nodding along to what the nurse was saying. “Yeah. Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“What about you, dad?”

“I’m the baby’s dad, not her dad,” Jack replied, sounding a little confused at that assumption.

The nurse sighed, shaking her head as she placed the wand on your stomach. You took your hand, patting Jack’s elbow sympathetically looking at him with just as much sympathy. Jack tilted his head in confusion, raising his shoulders, lifting the hand that wasn’t holding yours, and contorting his face into a look of confusion to express that he had no idea what the hell was going on.

“Jack, bud,” you said, looking up into your fiance’s eyes. “That’s what she meant. She would’ve said grandpa if she thought you were my dad.”

“Oh,” Jack mumbled. You saw his face wash over with a nice bubblegum hue as he looked between you and the nurse. “Sorry. I’m nervous.”

“It’s fine. A lot of first time parents are.” The nurse looked up from where she had been moving the wand along your stomach and turned to the ultrasound machine. She pressed a couple of buttons and it brought up the sonogram image of your uterus and the baby inside of it, though there wasn’t really much to see because you weren’t that far along. The nurse pointed to the screen and circled her finger around the tiny black and grey image of the baby. “There’s your little one. I’d say you’re about eight to ten weeks along.”

You felt tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Before you had a chance to wipe them away, you heard Jack sniffle from beside you. You looked over and saw that he was already crying, tears streaking gently down his cheeks. That sent you over the edge, making your eyes open up and leak tears down your own cheeks. Jack brought your hand up and kissed your knuckles while running a thumb along the pulse point in your wrist. You shivered because the sensation of crying mixed with the sensation of him touching your pulse point was nearly too much to handle.

“Would you like to hear the baby’s heartbeat?” The nurse cut in, making you and Jack both look over at her.

You looked up at Jack; Jack nodded fervently, a large smile present on his tear stained face. You turned back to the nurse and nodded, wiping away some of the tears on your cheeks. “Yeah. We’d love that.”

The nurse smiled as she turned to the ultrasound machine to press a couple of buttons. There was the sound of static for a moment then the nurse moved the wand and the faint sound of a beating heart could be heard through the speakers on the machine. You looked up at Jack and Jack looked down at you. Both of you burst into tears as you listened to the sound of your unborn child’s heartbeat. It was so surreal because you had tried to have this baby for the last four years. Four years of failed treatments. Four years of negative pregnancy tests. Four years of miscarriages. Four years of anguish had finally led up to this moment. A moment where you got to hear the heartbeat of a baby that was growing inside of you. A baby that was as much a part of you as they were a part of Jack. It was almost too much for you to handle. And, judging by the look and tears on Jack’s face, it was almost too much for him to handle as well.

“Do you want an .mp3 file of the heartbeat?” The nurse put a reassuring hand on your hip. “Hearing it obviously means a lot to you.”

“Yes, please, oh my god,” you and Jack blurted at the same time, tears falling harder down your cheeks as you both looked at the nurse.

The nurse nodded, taking her hand away from your hip. She pressed a button on the ultrasound machine and you heard a beep that was much the same as that of a voicemail recording. After a few moments, the beep sounded again and the nurse turned back around and pressed the button again. It was at that moment that she set the wand down and handed you some paper towels to clean your stomach off. You thanked her as you wiped away the gel that was left, tears starting to subside. When you were done, Jack took the paper towels and threw them away in the garbage bin across the room. When he returned, the nurse was typing something into the machine. When she was done typing, a second or two passed before you heard your phone chime in your pocket. Pulling it out, you saw that the nurse had emailed you the .mp3 file she had just recorded. You felt the tears starting to ramp back up, but Jack placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder calmed you down enough to stop you from crying again.

“Alright. That should be it for today,” the nurse said, clasping her hands together. “If you need anything, give the office a call. Otherwise, I’ll see you in two months for your next appointment.” You and Jack nodded as the nurse reassuringly patted your knee. “Take as much time as you need to gather yourselves. There aren’t any more appointments until after lunch.” With that, the nurse stood from the chair and walked out of the room.

Jack looked at you, bending down and placing a soft kiss to your forehead. You grabbed his wrist and soothed your thumb along his pulse point. You revelled at the fact that Jack shivered at your touch, finding it a small accomplishment because he wasn’t usually one to get flustered like that. When you ran your thumb along the pulse point again, he shivered again, proving to you that he was just as overwhelmed by this whole situation as you were.

Without saying a word, you unlocked your phone and opened up the email app. Bringing up the email from the nurse, you clicked the .mp3 file and downloaded it onto your phone. Once again, without saying a word, you made a few changes to the haptics and dropped the phone in your lap. Looking up at Jack, you nodded down at the device, squeezing your eyes shut nervously.

“Why don’t you text me what time you guys play tonight, I accidentally deleted it from my calendar when I put in this appointment.” If that was a lie, Jack didn’t need to know.

Jack nodded, pulling out his own phone. After a moment, you saw him typing away on the screen and then heard him send the message. A moment later, you heard your phone go off. Looking up at Jack, you saw him frozen in place, his own phone dangling to the side of his hoodie pocket. He carefully slipped it inside before he wrapped you in a massive hug. The next thing you heard was your fiance sobbing into the crook of your neck and felt his body vibrating against you. You brought your hands up and ran them soothingly along his back, mumbling sweet nothings softly into his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

When the phone went off again after you hadn’t cleared the notification, Jack stepped back and wiped his eyes with his hoodie sleeves. He looked down at the phone and then up at you. You saw a small smile on his distraught face. You took your hand and interlaced your fingers with the fingers of one of your fiance’s hands. Jack smiled a little more fondly at that, squeezing your hand. You squeezed back, running your hand along Jack’s elbow.

Jack heaved a heavy sigh before he looked back down at you, a fonder expression on his face. You ran a hand along his elbow again, smiling just as fondly in return. Jack leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple, brushing some of your hair aside with his free hand. You hummed, leaning into the touch.

“I can’t believe I finally get to be a father,” Jack mumbled, voice marred by how hard he had been crying. “I’ve waited my whole life for this. Waited four years with you. And all those years were worth it because I finally got to hear my baby’s heartbeat. Something I thought would never happen. And it’s happening with the love of my life. Can you believe that?”

You felt suddenly overcome with emotions as you sat there. You dropped your head against Jack’s chest; Jack took his hand and cradled your head, carding his fingers through your hair. You hummed softly at the sensation of his finger against your scalp. It felt nice to have something calming in all this chaos.

“Yeah, I can believe that,” you said, voice somewhat muffled by Jack’s chest. “Because all of it’s happening with the love of my life too.”

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jasontoddsbae · 3 years

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Jealousy

Request for: @imaginationjunkie

Warnings: jealousy, slight angst?, smut

So this story has a little bit of body shaming. The reader feels insecure. I just want to let all of the wonderful men and ladies out there know that your body is perfect. You are beautiful. You are Individual and different..that makes you gorgeous. Big or small. Learn to love yourself a little more 🥺💜

"I have to give it to you..you kick major ass" spider compliment with a little giggle. Spider and red hood are platonic co-workers. She helps out on missions or joins Jason when she has nothing better to do. They had just kicked a group of armed thugs asses after tourching a massive crate of shipped drugs that were illegally transported to gotham.

"Oh yeah?" He teased with a sly smirk under his helmet

"Yeah..you do..and its very impressive. You're a badass" she grinned causing him to chuckle. He knew he was a badass but hearing someone call him it boosted his ego a little more.

"Yeah well..someone has to be the badass around here" he remarked in a cheeky tone

"Oh so you're saying I'm not a badass?" Spider pouted teasingly

"Maybe?" The childish pout on her face made Jason laugh. She walked towards him swaying her hips. Her suit was a skin tight black kevlar suit with a zip running down to her lower abdomen. She had a utility belt that held explosives and bullets for the guns that were strapped to her legs in holsters. Much like Jason she too used guns that contained rubber bullets. She wore a black eye mask much like the one Robin wears and red lipstick to make her lips stand out. Her dark hair was always kept in a high ponytail that swayed dramatically everytime she ran or jumped from building to building.

"So. I was thinking we go get lunch someday..yknow...to tighten this friendship more" she bit her lip and fluttered her eyes open and closed while looking a Jason. She stood there like a shy girl scared of rejection.

"Errr..well...*sigh* sure. Why not" he answered

"Yay!! Love ya, bestie" she jumped and ran over to jason in excitement wrapping her arms around his shoulders and resting her head on his chest. Jason didn't say a word but he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a short meaningless hug.

" I *cough* I have to head home. I have a partner to be with" he released the hug and gave her a small smile under his helmet.

"O-oh. Right. Yeah. Sorry" Spider immediately felt a little bit of jealousy bubble inside of her but pushed it deep down. Y/N was a really nice women and her and Jason deserved each other but she couldn't help but feel a little betrayed. She always wanted to date Jason Todd. Who wouldn't? He was hot as fuck. He was a gentleman and he loved women. He was caring and very funny. She released a sigh and started to walk towards the edge of the building they were on

"I'll see ya around, partner" she turned to him giving him a smirk and a wink before jumping across the big gap to get to the other building and continued running.

"Partner. Pffft" Jason whispered to himself shaking his head lightly releasing a sigh. He grabbed his grappling gun and launched it at a tall building that was infront of the one he was on to head home.

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"Y/N! Baby I'm home" Jason called out climbing through the open window of their shared living room. It was Jasons apartment but 4 months in to Y/n and Jason's relationship they decided on living with each other. It was a great decision they both made. They cooked together. Danced together. Cuddled while watching movies. Showered together. Made love in their shared bed.. their relationship was perfect. Yes they argued but neither of them could stay mad at one another. It always ended up with them laughing at each other or their bodies ended against each other in deep need to apologise.

"I'm in here.." Y/n called just about loud enough for Jason to hear. Knowing something with off at the tone of her voice he made his way to their bedroom only to find Y/n laying in bed facing away from the bedroom door. It almost looked like she was asleep if it wasn't for her shoulders shaking a little

"Baby..whats wrong?" Jasons voice was soft despite the voice modulator in his helmet that he discarded only seconds after by pressing a button on the side that opened the helmet allowing him to pull it off his head and lightly placed it on the floor.

"Nothing, jay. Just come to bed. I missed you" you sniffled trying to hide the fact that you had been crying. It didn't work. Jason stood there with a saddened expression on his face, he hated seeing you upset. He began to strip off his armour bit by bit leaving it on the floor by his feet leaving him in white tommy hilfiger boxers.

"Baby please..whats wrong?" Jason moved to the bed slowly trying not to startle you. He pulled back the covers to find a cam pad on the bed. You used a special built tablet like device to watch jason on patrol to make sure he was ok because oh boy..he can be reckless when we wants or when you were missing him. The camera is connected to his lenses that are build in to his red hood helmet. It all clicked together in jasons mind why you were so upset

"Baby if this is about V/P/N..I'll cancel the lunch meeting she planned" he moved the cam pad and placed it on the night stand next to his side of the bed instantly climbing in to bed with you. He moved closer to your side and wrapped his right arm around your waist.

"No no..its not that.." you sniffled again and then released a sigh.

"Then what is it, beautiful?" He noticed a sob that escaped your throat when he called you that pet name and pulled your body closer towards his

"Its just.." you turned yourself around to face him, his hand never leaving your waist.."its just that she's..she's very attractive. You and I both know that, jay"

"No sh-" Jason tried to disagree with that statement but you interrupted

"Yes. You know she is, Jason..and her touching you and always finding ways to show off her figure to you doesn't help the feeling I have that I'm not good enough for you. She has the curves and the thin waist..the face too.." you felt another urge of sadness ripple through you but you tried your hardest not to let it show.

"Baby.." Jasons expression looked hurt but he also looks guilty. He knew he didn't do anything wrong but he couldn't help but feel guilty. "Baby you listen to me. You are the most attractive girl I've met! Those hips..those thick legs..your cute stomach..you are perfect"

His words had made you sob and a fresh load of tears started to stream down your face and he couldn't help but release a small sob too.

"I'm not beautiful, Jason. I'm far from it. L-look at you..you're handsome..only a blind would say different..a-and me? I'm unfit. I-i'm not even average"

"I'm not going to sit here and listen to you talk shit about yourself. Y/n when I tell you that you are beautiful i mean it, ok? No matter how you view yourself I'm always going to be the one to shoot down that negativity and tell you otherwise. Now stop doubting your beauty, baby"

"J-" and with that he pressed his lips against yours surprising you a little but you instantly kiss back. When he pulls back for a little bit of air his eyes stare in to your e/c ones and gives you a reassuring smile and attaches his lips to yours again this time sliding his tongue againts your lips begging for an entrance. You glady accept and your tongues smack against each others causing you to moan.

"Mmmmm" you mumble in to the kiss. Jason squeezes your waist as a sign of arousal and flips himself on to his back taking you along with him gripping your waist and rolls you on top of him. Your covered pussy just inches away from sitting against his covered and slightly hard penis.

The wet noises of your heated makeout and occasional moans are the only thing heard in your bedroom. You Pulled back once more for air with a string of saliva connected to both of your mouths.

"Fuck" Jason moaned huskily. His pants were fully tented and he breaths were heavy. You pushed yourself back and planted yourself on jasons rock solid penis. You were sure that he was leaking through his boxers. The friction of your underwear and his against your soaked pussy make you moan quietly.

"Jay. I need you" you sounded so desperate. He left you breathless and needy in seconds.

"How much do you need me, baby girl?" He placed his large hands on your ass and grinded his hard-on against you causing your breath to hitch and for him to lightly bite his lip.

"Jay I'm soaked" you sounded so beggy but you didn't care. You needed him.

"Oh really?" One of his hands left your hip after your dirty words and made its way in to your shorts "No panties? Did you know this was going to happen?" His ring finger and middle finger slipped against your dripping entrance..teasingly parting your lips and spreading your wetness.

"Mmm you're right. Your cunt is dripping. Who made you like that, baby? Who makes your pussy wet?" His fingers continued to play with your pussy. He dragged them to rub them against your clit causing you to jolt and moan.

"Y-you do. You do, baby boy" you released another moan as he teased your pussy a little more

"Thats right. Me" and with that..he plunged his ring and middle finger deep inside of your pussy. He wasted no time trusting them in and out of you

"Jayyyy" your hands scratched at his shoulders at the pleasure making him groan. His fingers sped up inside of you. His hand slapping against your skin, the squelch of your wet pussy, your moans and jasons heavy groans echo throughout your apartment.

"Jay I'm so close" you moaned, nails gripping in to his flesh a little deeper. "Yes..yeess I'm gonna cum"

"Oh no you're not..not yet, baby" Jasons hand stopped moving and he discarded his fingers out of your pussy

"Jason what the fuck" you snapped but not aggressive. You were disappointed that he didn't let you finish.

"I want you to cum on my cock. Would you like that?" his words made your whimper once more.

"Y-yes. Yes please" you begged. You pressed yourself againts Jason making him groan quietly.

"Good girl. Take off your clothes" He planted a slap on your ass and you immediately rid of your shorts and the tight fitted vest you were wearing throwing them in the direction near the window. Your nipples immediately harden at the cold exposure and your hands went to play with your boobs. You stood on your knees and moved up so your pussy was hovering above Jasons abs so he could take of his boxers which he did and flung them to where his other clothes were.

You were pinching your nipples that caused you to moan. As soon as jason placed his hands on your hips one more you moved back to your previous spot. He then moved his hand to his face and spat on his hand and brought it to his cock..pumping it a few times to lubricate it. Your hand then took over and slowly pumped the base while lining it up to meet your entrance.

You raise your hips and slowly sink down on his cock causing both of you to release dragged out moans. Once you had bottomed out you place your hands on his very defined chest and started to bounce with the help of his hands on your hips guiding you.

"Mmm jasonnn" you moan at the feeling of his large cock filling you so nicely reaching every spot inside of you that pretty much none of your boyfriends before ever explored.

"You feel so good, gorgeous. Shit!" You continue to bounce, your ass slapping against his meaty thighs. Your tits bounce along with the jiggle of your ass and Jason sits up to latch on to one of your nipples as you fuck yourself on to him throwing your head back

"Ohh babyy your cock feels so good! You're so big!" You release a cry as he pleasures your body. "Keep sucking my tits baby" you stop bouncing for a short minute and you plant your feet on to the mattress while you squat in jasons lap. Your new position causes your pussy to clamp down on his cock as it pushes him deeper inside if you and you begin to grind on his cock

"Ohhhhhhh red! Oh jay!!" He releases a nipple to moan out at the overwhelming feeling of your pussy rapidly fucking his cock

"mmmMMMM yeeees. Juuuuuust like that. Keep going" he moans against your chest

"OoooOOOHH YEAAAAH! Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Jay!" You scream as you fuck him at full power. His right travels down to your lower abdomen and starts to powerfully rub your clit in harsh circles

"aaaHHHHH JASON! jason! Fuck! I'm gonna cum baaaaby!!" Your pussy starts to clamp on to him again and in the matter of seconds your body gives out and you begin to cum.

All your body allowed you to do was scream. You couldn't even talk at how good you were feeling you screamed through your orgasm and soon felt jason cum inside of you

"Y/n!!!! Shiiiiiit!" His body shakes as he fills you with his seed. His moans and cries were to die for.

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Moments after you both managed to come down from your highs you collapsed on top of jason and snuggled close to his chest. You were worm out from all of the crying you did before he fucked you and the sex. The sex you two had always left you drained.

"Mmm I love you, jay" you said sleepily giving him a light kiss on the chest.

"I love you too, beautiful. Don't put yourself down like that again, ok?" He tangled his hand in your hair and rubbed your scalp making you drift off to sleep. Jason smiles to himself and closes his eyes, hands still working on your scalp until he too joined you in dreamland...

I'm sorry it took so long 🥺

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #red hood x reader #red hood smut

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soramel · 3 years

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Curiosity didn’t kill the cat | jjk ff

Part 1

jjkxreader Prompt: “You’re early,” said the grim reaper with a hint of amusement.

Fantasy au, grimreaper!jungkook, reader, romance, slow-burn

Words: 1.5k approx. Part 1/5

“You coming tonight?” your friend, Jimin, queried. The air’s getting colder these days. Gone were the colors of autumn that used to cover the path you’re taking and only left with the cold wet pavement.

You shrugged, “I have reports to finish.”

Meaning a netflix series you have to catch up on in the comfort of your couch. You were already deciding if you should order chicken wings or just go with a hot choco. Maybe ramen... you might need to stop by the store for kimchi. You’ve ran out last week.

Jimin whined, “Again? I thought you just finished the other day? Isn’t it finals in two weeks?” he knew you’re not just up for any party. He barely hitched you up on one, but he thought you’d give it a try, considering you’re a semester away from graduation in two weeks time.

“That also. It’s the finals,” you wittingly replied. Then faked a complaint, “Ugh, there’s too much to catch up on. I want to graduate already.”

You turned to him and gave out a sheepish smile, “Here’s my building. I’ll join you guys next time! Bye!”

It was a good call. It has been raining cats and dogs for hours. The heavy rain droned out the city’s noise outside your apartment and nothing could be more perfect right now with you and your laptop and a can of beer at hand.

The sky lit up with lightning followed by a loud rumble of startling thunder.

In a blink, a shadowed figure appeared beside your bed. You yelped in surprise.

Out of instinct you threw him whatever you’re holding. He didn’t flinch and you just watched as the fedora hat fell off his head, revealing a set of unruly curls covering his eyes.

You gasped, hands covering your mouth.

The stranger’s eyes fell shut in annoyance at the sudden beer facial wash.

Before he could even speak, you shouted, “Who the fuck are you?!”

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m calling 911!”

You questioned and threatened. Words coming out in spitfire.

He patiently wiped the stinking liquid off his face then taking a look at his watch while you dial for the police. Only then you realized you lost grip of your phone before even pressing the green button.

You tried to pick it up only to stare in horror as your hand went through.

You stared back at the strange man while you took everything in. He’s wearing a black trench coat, black gloves, and black combat boots. A character straight out of steampunk.

He let out a sigh and a forced smile.

“You’re early,” said the man with a hint of amusement.

“I just received your death notification while fetching a soul. He made a fuss and we had some problems so, apologies for being late.”

Is he crazy? A psychopath? A stalker?

“Ah, how rude of me. Jeon Jungkook. Your grim reaper, at your service.”

You’re beyond shock.

You thought you needed to be sent to a mental hospital for even believing whatever the freak is saying right now.

He raised his finger and sighed before pulling out a tablet under his coat. It’s as if he has done this a thousand times as he nonchalantly fed you information you couldn’t grasp.

“L/N, Y/N. Your cause of death should be of old age at 93 on August 10, 2090.”

Cocking his head to the side, “I need you to come with me to the headquarters so we can settle this.”

You gaped in utter shock.

“I’m dead?”

Jungkook nodded, “Yes. You had a car accident while crossing Adelaide...” he paused and swiped on his gadget, “1 hour and 2 minutes ago.”

You were about to speak when he held up his hand. “I know you have a lot of questions, but we need to get going. My shift’s ending in 0:00 and I still have one soul left to fetch today.”

In a daze, you stood up and followed him outside your apartment. The elevator dinged as it opened. He flashed his bunny-like smile and gestured towards the lift.

“After you,”

You walked meekly, unsure whether this is some kind of prank being pulled by Jimin. Is he his friend? Is this your punishment for ditching him nth times in a row?

Jungkook stepped into the elevator as you look for cameras. Your run-down apartment has none.

Then the lights inside flickered, making you jolt.

Ding!

The doors whooshed open only to find yourself in a grand bedroom. Wails of grief from the family rung through your ears as you followed his footsteps, still out of your sanity.

An old man’s body is laying on the bed, with the machine showing a flatline on the bedside. Jungkook wore off his fedora as he greeted the old man who’s staring at his grieving family.

“Sir. It’s time.” he informed solemnly. The man turned to you his eyes flashed with understanding. He stared up to Jungkook and nodded, accepting his fate.

You pursed your lips as you held onto nothing but your hands. As Jungkook opened the bedroom door, you three were led to a neighborhood, outside of a mansion.

There’s a car waiting. Jungkook held the car door open for him. With a last look at the house, he silently rode the car. The door falling shut after.

You were speechless. This...

isn’t a prank.

You’re dead.

“That was fast,” Jungkook said, sounding happy. “Ah I love fetching old people sometimes. Smooth as butter,” he told himself as he dust off his hands out of habit.

When he turned to you, his nose crinkled in light disgust.

“Come with me,” he ordered.

You followed suit and couldn’t even utter a word. Barely understanding what’s happening.

A minute of silence passed as you walked down on the neighborhood.

“I’m not supposed to be dead, right?” you asked, remembering what he said earlier.

You watched the back of his head bob up and down. “That’s why I’m bringing you to the headquarters in Jongno district. You’re my first odd case,” he explained.

“How... how would I live? When I don’t have my body anymore?” you walked up to him. Stopping him from taking a step further.

“Shouldn’t we get my body first?” you asked, frantic. He just stared back at you and replied, “And what? Hide it in a fridge?”

“I don’t even have one in my house,” he followed then continued walking.

You felt utter frustration. It’s unfair. Extremely unfair. They did some kind of mistake then now you have to suffer. What kind of shit are they on to?

“But I wasn’t supposed to die! As you said!” you yelled at him. Tears welling up in your eyes.

He stopped and turned back to you. He looked around and grabbed you by the arm. Jungkook walked towards a door and went in and as if there’s a sudden shift, quite of a whiplash, you exited to another door leading to another neighborhood.

He didn’t stop walking and you tried your best to stop him as he just moved forward despite the cobblestone wall ahead of you.

In a blink, you were led to a white-washed hall. Endless counters like those in a bank with red digital numbers on top of each one.

He didn’t let go of you as he tapped on the self-service queue machine.

A receipt is printed, a ding heard, then you were being dragged again 10 counters down the hall.

His pissed off face were gone in a second as he flashed his friendly smile on the lady behind the desk.

“Jungkook! It’s been 3 Julian years!” she greeted enthusiastically.

Then inquired right away, “Another stubborn soul?”

She turned to you, and ranted on “Oh poor young lady, no need to worry. You’ll be reincarnated after passing the 7 trials! 49 days if you’re a noble soul but that’s 1 in a million traveling the afterlife. You’ll just spend a decade on average! We have a long queue at the gate, you see. You should fall in line now.”

She talked out in one breath then turned to the arrogant grim reaper, giving out a wink as if she just solved a problem for him.

Jungkook shook his head and leaned on the counter. “She’s not supposed to pass yet. Here,”

He took out his tablet and showed your profile. The lady frowned before another “Oh,” in surprise passed her lips.

She then swallowed and feigned a smile. “I have to call a higher up for this. Give me a sec.”

The lady dialed something on the telephone and spoke, “Sir, we have a case 3 here.”

“Understood.”

She looked up at both of you after the call. The door to your left opened as she let you in.

“Follow me,” she said in her top-notch customer service tone.

You were lost after a series of turns and doors and lifts.

At another turn around the end of a hallway, you saw an intricate carved-out door at the other end.

The lady knocked before the knob clicked open.

#bts fanfic #jungkook fantasy au #jungkook fanfic #jk x reader #jkxreader

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nohoney · 3 years

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I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.2

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, cheating, angst

summary:

He kisses you back, pulling you closer against his body and groaning as you swipe your tongue against his and gently bite his bottom lip. The only person you’ve kissed while rolling was Dabi and while he can be tender if he felt like it, there’s no way that it could match Keigo’s softness in this moment.

You’re caught up in the kiss, you’ve reached the peak and you think about taking another quarter to continue the roll.

1.1 ✧ 1.2 ✧ 1.3

You’re pretty much with Keigo the entire time, he sticks by your side and tries to distract you the best he can whenever you see Dabi put his arms around another girl and conducting his business. He subtly passes contraband either into their low cut shirts as he leans over to whisper in their ear or stick it in the back pocket of their pants and giving them a not so subtle pat. And when you watch Dabi lead the girls to a different part of the house, Keigo’s quick to try to take the edge off.

There was plenty of male customers Dabi sold to but the fucking girls…

Keigo tried to offer you weed but you bitterly declined it, it was just going to make you angry and sleepy. He offered shots and it helped a little but then you started hitting it too hard so he had to stop you. In a hidden corner of the house and with the little mirror in your purse, Keigo cuts lines of cocaine for you and him to partake together.

You inhale your line and press the tip of your finger into the stray powders, wiping it onto your gums and can already feel your mouth numbing.

Dabi’s shit is good, this is the closest you can be to him right now while he’s busy.

Keigo does his own line and gums the cocaine too. “You want another, dove?” he asks, tacking on the cute little pet name he’s called you since you first met him.

Thank goodness he doesn’t feen, another reason why Dabi is friends with him.

You shake your head and put your gram away for now, just barely halfway through it. You don’t want to freak out every single time you see your boyfriend interact with a girl. It’s not like every single one he’s interacted with he’s fucking them, most of them he just does his sale and moves onto the next. But when you happen to see him walk away with his arm around their waist, you flare up all over again; it’s one thing to know it, it’s another thing to see it in person.

That’s the third one you’ve seen Dabi walk away with.

“Never mind, make me another.”

It’s a command this time rather than asking him and that’s when Keigo knows that you need to take it easy. “You know what, let’s wait for a little.” he suggests to you and you know he’s right but you’re so frustrated that it feels like more cocaine is the only way to help ease you. Then you think about the little pink tablet that Dabi also gave you, Keigo knows you have it but you haven’t mentioned taking it at all.

You’re not sure if Keigo would be okay with letting you mix in the condition you are now, especially since you’ve never done it before.

So you ask him to get you a bottle of water and he tells you to stay put while he goes to the garage to fetch you a new one. You really will need it, ecstasy makes you dehydrated so it was better that you have the water on hand. You quarter the tablet and swallow it dry, the taste a little gross but Keigo returns just in time with the bottle and you take a big gulp. The rest of the tablet is put into the pocket of your pants, just in case you need to prolong the roll.

It’s close to one in the morning, still early for the party and the energy hasn’t dipped yet. But while the party hasn’t plateaued yet, you feel yourself level out, you’re no longer tense. The cocaine keeps you awake but the quarter of ecstasy is keeping you at ease. At first Keigo thinks that you finally relaxed and he’s happy about it at first. Then he sees how handsy you’re getting, touching people’s elbows or shoving your palm into the softest pillows on the couch, how you press yourself against his side and run your hand through his blond hair. He takes a good look at your eyes and it clicks in his head.

“When the hell did you take ecstasy? I’ve been with you the entire time.” he asks, not upset at you but just curious how you were able to sneak it past him.

“When I asked you for the first bottle of water. I took a quarter, still have the rest with me.” you answer him honestly. You pull out your compact mirror from your bag and look at your eyes, your pupils blown and you’re so fascinated by the sight that you almost forget where you are until he pats your shoulder. “Mad at me?” you ask cutely, pouting and batting your lashes at him.

Keigo shakes his head and leans forward to kiss your forehead. “Nah, you should have just told me that way I knew I had to tripsit.”

You watch as he pulls out his own tablet and breaks his in half, popping it in his mouth and chasing it with a swig of water. “When did you start feeling it?”

“Maybe like twenty-sh minutes ago, I haven’t peaked yet. I was thinking of taking another quarter later on.”

“Let me know and I’ll take my other half.”

For the first time since coming to the party you’re finally relaxed, sitting on Keigo’s lap while your hands wander up his body. You touch his arms, poke at his chest, pet his hair and rub at his back, every once in a while you lean down to kiss his cheek. In return he’s just as affectionate, he keeps you comfortable in his lap, making sure you drink water, reminds you to unclench your jaw and feeds you sticks of gum, massages your head and back, and keeps watch when you take a pee break you didn’t even know that you needed. It feels good to have Keigo with you, taking care of you, keeping your mind occupied and making you feel like a princess. But it starts to get hot inside the house so you hold his hand as you walk out to the backyard to get some fresh air.

There’s a pool in the back, a few of the party goers swimming in it and it looks inviting. Keigo keeps you to his side with his arm around your waist, tucked tight against his body and secure. He feels good, he makes you feel safe, you love having him around you but you miss Dabi. You haven’t seen him since walking through the doors, giving you a lingering kiss before walking off.

“Where’s Dabi? I want Dabi.” you whine into Keigo’s neck but also fan your face with your free hand.

He rubs your back and tells you to stay where you are so that he can go fetch Dabi.

You lean against the wall, eyes forward as you watch the dips of water inside the pool. You know you should stay put like Keigo told you to but it’s hot and you know that the pool water is cold. He’s gone back inside to fetch Dabi, Dabi who’s probably still busy, probably busy giving his dick to another girl and he hasn’t checked up on you once since arriving to the party…

Your body flares up, feeling warm all over again and you start peeling off your clothes. You toe off your shoes and stuff your socks inside them, you drop your purse right next to your shoes and shimmy out of your pants. The nearby partygoers whistle as you strip but you hardly pay any attention to them. Your shirt joins your heap of clothes on the floor and you walk towards the pool, reaching behind you to undo the clasp of your bra because the stupid underwire is bothering you. And just right when it gets unhooked…

“Hey whoa! Let’s get you dressed dove, yeah? Can’t have you just showing off your goodies, not everyone here is a friend you know…” Keigo clasps your bra for you and gently pulls you by your wrist. “Come on, I told Dabi to meet us out here. He’ll be out in a moment alright? Come on, let’s be a good girl and get your pants on first.”

It’s quite the sight for the people around at the pool to watch Keigo help put your clothes back on, some of them booing at him. He pays them no mind and holds your pants steady as you try to stick your legs into the pant legs, holding onto his shoulders for support. You button yourself up and lean against the wall, touching your neck with the back of your hand and feeling how warm you are. Keigo is knelt down by your feet and helping you get your shoes on, telling you that you’re fine and Dabi is coming out soon. He’s talking but you’re not paying much attention, shutting your eyes and just wanting to go stick your head in a freezer.

Keigo is holding up your shirt, telling you to raise your arms so that he can slip it on you. Instead he catches you as you lean forward and fall into his arms, his warmth both a comfort but also suffocating with how hot you feel at the moment. You look up into his eyes, finding his pupils just as wide and dilated as yours; he’s so composed for someone also on ecstasy though to be fair he has much more experience than you. “Hey pretty thing.” he coos to you, his hands squeezing your waist.

“You’re so good Keigo… I love you so much.” you tell him, a rush of tenderness suddenly pouring out. He’s taken care of you this entire time, he always looks out for you whenever the two of you are together and you always have such a good time with him. You’ve always thought he was so handsome and charming, any person would be lucky to be snagged by him. “I’m so glad that we met Keigo, I’m so happy you’re in my life.”

He smiles down at you and kisses your forehead. “I’m glad we met too (Name).”

You put a hand on the back of Keigo’s head and push him down to meet you in a kiss, somewhat surprised that he’s not fighting it. In fact he’s rather enthusiastic and there’s no complaints from you. He kisses you back, pulling you closer against his body and groaning as you swipe your tongue against his and gently bite his bottom lip. The only person you’ve kissed while rolling was Dabi and while he can be tender if he felt like it, there’s no way that it could match Keigo’s softness in this moment.

You’re caught up in the kiss, you’ve reached the peak and you think about taking another quarter to continue the roll.

The kiss with Keigo begins to feel a bit different, his lips aren’t as soft, his hands dropping to your ass and roughly squeezing you like the way Dabi does, you reach up to run a hand through his blond hair but the texture feels different, feels a little drier compared to before, it kind of feels like…

You pull back to realize that you’re kissing Dabi.

“Fuck.” you simply say, your face warming up once again. You really hadn’t noticed that apparently Keigo had deposited you towards Dabi once he arrived, switching you over to him mid-kiss. You touch your bottom lip with the tips of your fingers and look up at your boyfriend, the first time you’ve seen him since arriving at the party. “You need chapstick.”

Dabi chuckles out a ‘sorry’, not bothered at all that you were kissing his closest friend. He asks Keigo for your shirt and he’s instructing you to raise your arms to help you put your shirt on. You do as told and adjust it, pulling at the hem of your shirt and fixing your appearance. You feel happy to see him at first, wanting to smother him in kisses and be in his embrace, but your eyes look up to Dabi and catch sight of a mark on his neck. Reaching up, you hope that it’s smeared lipstick but that it turns out to be a hickey.

Your high is ruined.

Dabi touches the spot where your fingers were and growls quietly, “Fucking bitch, I told that cunt not to leave any marks.”

“I haven’t seen you since we got here Dabi. It couldn’t kill you to at least stop by and see me. Are you that busy?” you ask him rather curtly. Inside you feel angry but the ecstasy is preventing you from showing it fully.

Resentment and jealousy, you were sure such emotions would be coming out in full force if you were sober.

“Don’t be like that doll, you know I put you in good hands. Keigo was taking care of you the entire time, you knew that I was going to be busy when you came here with me. So don’t act like a fucking brat, I don’t need to give you attention 24/7 (Name).” Dabi bites out, his brows furrowing in irritation; he doesn’t want to have this talk. “Don’t act so clingy, it’s not a good look for you.”

You scoff at Dabi and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m not asking for attention 24/7 Dabi. I’m just saying it would have been nice to come see your girlfriend in between your whores.”

“Fucking Christ, this shit again? I already told you that you’re most important to me, they don’t mean fucking anything to me.”

“Well right now I don’t feel like I mean anything to you, like you don’t fucking care about me.”

Dabi grabs you by your bicep and pulls you close, turquoise eyes glaring down at you and his nostrils flared. “How many times have we gone over this? I’m getting sick and tired of you acting like a brat every time this comes up, I keep having to reassure you but you don’t want to believe me. And if that’s going to be the case then let’s make those words of yours come true.”

His words hit you…

Did he just break up with you?

Keigo gets in between the two of you, separating Dabi’s hand from your arm and trying to reason with his friend. You don’t hear anything Keigo is saying in your defense and trying to have Dabi understand your perspective at least a little bit. You’re grabbing your purse from off the ground and head back inside the house, it’s disgustingly warm with all the bodies indoors but you don’t want to breathe same air as Dabi right now. You snatch a bottle off the liquor table and make your way into the house, trying to find an empty room.

A couple is leaving one so you’re quick to take up vacancy and lock the door behind you. Dropping to the floor, you pull the cap off whatever bottle you grabbed and tip it towards your lips. It’s whiskey, you fucking hate whiskey but you’re not about to go back out there just to swap to a different alcohol. Anything will do to numb out what just happened between you and Dabi.

You haven’t been dating long, you said so yourself that you’re not sure if he’s someone you can be together for the long-term yet it hurt so much that he was just so ready to drop you. Didn’t he get why you were upset? Yeah maybe you could try to be less jealous whenever he goes out to his female customers, but didn’t he get that all you wanted was just for him to check up on you? Make you feel like you’re his girlfriend before going back to shagging his whores? Was it too much to ask?

You reach into your pocket and pull out the two little baggies; one with the half gram of coke left and the rest of the ecstasy tablet.

Your peak is fucking ruined and it’s all Dabi’s fault.

The whiskey is disgusting, the burn down your throat is unpleasant, it’s not helping but you take another shot of it regardless.

“Fucking hell…” you groan to yourself, “Dabi, Dabi, Dabi! Fuck you Dabi!”

You look between the cocaine and the ecstasy.

The cocaine looks inviting but you know it will just send you on edge. But the burn in your nostril when you snort a line will give you a satisfaction that no other drug could give you. It will keep you awake, keep your mind going, maybe you need to stay up to really think about your relationship with Dabi. With your peak reached but in ruins, the cocaine might just run you raggedy…

You want to feel good again though and just feel everything soft against your skin and forget about the fight. You want to be held, to be kissed, to be touched and you want to feel safe. But the vibe is ruined, even if you take the ecstasy there’s no stimulus to help you feel better, your emotions are all over the place. You’ll still stew in your own thoughts over the fight and despair all by your lonesome. All you’ll be doing is just clenching your jaw in this room and-

You slap yourself in the face, trying to remember to unclench your jaw otherwise your gums will get sore and your teeth will ache. There’s no gum to keep your mouth busy and no water to keep you hydrated. The room you’re in doesn’t have an en suite so you can’t even drink from a fucking faucet.

You want to feel good, you want to feel happy, you want to be angry, you want to sit in your own misery. You want to sleep but you have to stay awake and ride out the rest of the roll otherwise you’ll feel horrible, the come down will be even worse when you try to sleep it off. If you stay awake though, you know you’ll just end up frying your nerves.

No matter what, all your options are shit so you decide, “Fuck it.”

You prep two lines and snort them both, a nostril each, then you take a big quarter of the tablet and wash it down with the whiskey. You’ll deal with the consequences of mixing later on, nothing feels right and everything is shit.

It’s too fucking hot and you strip off your clothes once again.

That couple from before probably fucked on the bed but you can’t being yourself to care. You crawl under the blankets and go into a fetal position, it’s the safest you feel right now. You can hear your phone ringing but you don’t bother to answer it. It’s so hot but you don’t want to leave the safety of the blanket, you’re thirsty as hell but there’s no water to quench your thirst, your jaw hurts from clenching but you don’t have anything to relieve it, you feel paranoid, you feel alone, you feel-

“Christ, she’s still here in the house! I found her in one of the rooms, I had to bust it open though to get in.” you hear Keigo as he pulls the blanket off of you. He sees that you’re naked beneath the blanket and covers you back up immediately, leaving your head peaked out. You can only hear Keigo so you assume that Dabi isn’t with him, probably on the phone somewhere else. “(Name), what did you do?”

“Whiskey, two lines, another quarter.” you answer, you don’t sound like yourself right now. Your eyes feel exhausted yet your body is wired, it won’t let you fall asleep.

Keigo’s hand goes to your forehead and he pats your shoulder as he speaks into his phone. “She did two lines and took another quarter of the ecstasy, she drank a little bit too. She’s burning up.”

Keigo is rubbing your shoulder in comfort, cooing into your ear and telling you to get up. He says he’s going to take you away from the party, trying to pull you up from the bed to get you dressed but you keep shaking him off. You don’t cooperate with him, you don’t want to be taken care of, you want to be alone and miserable. You press your face into a pillow and wail into it, hot tears soaking the fabric and your head starting to ache.

Something cold presses to the back of your neck.

You hiccup into the pillow and turn your head to peak one eye out.

It’s Dabi holding a bottle of water in his hand, his face set in a frown but he looks worried. He’s the last person you want to see so you turn your face back into the pillow and sniffle into it. You hear Keigo and Dabi talking to each other, you don’t bother to pay attention to their words.

“Get up (Name).” Keigo gently tells you, his hands on your shoulders and trying to pry you off the bed. He’s pleading with you, telling you that he just want to take care of you and make sure that you’re safe. The more he speaks those sweet words, the more you begin to cooperate, slowly sitting up in the bed. You know that Dabi is in the room with you but you pay him no attention, Keigo being the one to tend to you. You’re sniffling as Keigo helps you dress back in your clothes, all the while telling you how good you are and reassuring you that you’re going to be fine, he gives you little kisses to help calm your nerves.

Dabi approaches you while Keigo steps back.

You whine for Keigo, looking to him with pleading eyes as he backs away and out of the room.

“You’ll be fine dove, Dabi has something he needs to say to you.” he tells you, sending you a reassuring smile before stepping out the room.

You sit on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in your lap and looking down at your feet. Dabi kneels in front of you, holding out the bottle of water to you. You hesitantly take it and press the cold plastic to your neck. Twisting the cap off, you take several gulps of water and feel a little bit better.

His large hand goes to your knee, his fingers squeezing slightly. “I should have checked up on you, just like you said.”

You look up at Dabi, his own jaw clenched in what appears to be shame. You’d never seen him look so indignant before but he continues on. “I’m just used to operating on my own when I go to these things, never having to check in with anyone. I thought that if Keigo was here to take care of you then it would be good enough. I was wrong babydoll.”

Ah babydoll, Dabi’s only said that a handful of times and it was only when you were extremely angry with him and he was trying to make up with you.

“(Name), you’re most important to me. I mean it when I say that none of the others mean anything to me, they're nothing.” he tells you once again with more conviction that you've ever heard him speak with. But you shrug your shoulders, it just hurts that you can’t have all of him. You’re his favorite he says, they mean nothing to him he says. You question why you’re hurting so much over this one guy. The relationship is still new enough that you can pull out before things get too serious, before you get too invested and get yourself hurt even more.

You sigh and your shoulders deflate, you’re emotionally exhausted and you just want it to end. “Look Dabi-” you start but he interrupts you.

“Touya.”

“What?” you ask, looking up into turquoise eyes.

“When we’re alone like this, it’s Touya babydoll.”

“… Okay and?”

Dabi sighs and helps pull you to stand to your feet. “Babydoll, you should feel special. Barely anyone gets to call me Touya outside of my family. It’s a right reserved for the special few, Keigo gets to call me Touya.”

You press your lips into a line, disbelieving. “I’ve never heard him call you Touya ever.”

“Same rule applies doll, only if we’re alone like this you and him get to call me Touya. With everyone else, it’s Dabi.” he explains.

“Okay so? I’m supposed to feel ‘special’ because you’re allowing me to call you by your birth name? That's supposed to be a supplement for trying to make me feel better? That apparently now I'm in your inner circle after all this time together?" you sigh out frustratingly and run a hand through your hair. "Look, I can't deal with this Dabi-”

“Touya.” he corrects.

“Whatever. It still doesn’t change anything, you’re still going to have your side whores, customers, whatever the fuck they are to you. You’re not ever going to completely belong to me, it’s so obvious. I have you but I don’t get all of you!” you tell Dabi, you feel your nerves getting frayed once again and you’re just about ready to collapse on the bed and unravel all over again. But strong hands hold you steady in your place and you’re pulled into a tender kiss that you know you should pull away from. You should push him away, break up with him and move on.

And yet you don't want to break up with him. If any of your friends were in your situation, you'd be telling them to get a different guy, a guy who's not a drug dealer and doesn't have side whores. You would tell them that they'd be stupid to stay in such a relationship with such a glaring red flag. The logic is laid out in your head but you don't listen to it. You wonder if you’re as special as he says you are to him. The best decision would be to drop him but he makes you weak in the way he pulls back from the kiss and whispers against your lips, “Call me Touya doll, call me Touya.”

It’s so fucking intimate the way he says it, you hate how it makes you head over heels for him.

“Dabi.” you try to be stubborn still.

He can just be as stubborn too.

“Touya.” he insists, curling his hand over your throat while his arm goes to your waist to pull you flush against him. He knows you love when he has you by the throat, slowly squeezing and cutting off your airway, gets your heart racing for him and asking him to do it harder. It feels good when you’re sober, feels even better on ecstasy. He insists still, “Touya, I’m Touya.”

It’s not fair as he leans over to kiss you again while he’s choking you, the pressure adding onto your throat and your heart beating in anticipation and desire. It’s making you weaker and weaker for him, you want him to do more to you. There’s a breathless ‘please’ that leaves your lips, he knows what you’re asking for but Dabi won’t give it to you until you give him what he wants. It’s no longer sweet insisting at this point, it’s a hard command. “Touya, say it.”

“Touya…” you finally whisper.

“Good girl.”

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a bursting heart

author note: this is 100% me squealing about how hot joshua looks in the 1st look photoshoot. don’t lie. just admit it. he’s hot. there is no argument. and yes, the outfits described are the ones from the shoot.

model!joshua hong X gn!reader

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Tuesdays were horrible. Mondays at least had the novelty of a fresh start to the work week. Tuesdays were just the sad realisation that the week had officially begun, and the weekend was still too far away.

So when you received a call from your harried sounding assistant, your mood seemed to sour even more. There was a shoot that had been moved up to this morning, due to some scheduling clashes. You took a deep breath and slowly sipped at your coffee, waiting for the caffeine to kick in. You would need your sanity intact if you were going to make it through this shoot today.

The moment you stepped out the elevator, Soonyoung popped up next you, tablet in hand and started reciting the details of this morning’s new shoot. There was discussion over different sets and lighting set-ups, until you saw the first set yourself. It fell onto the minimalistic side. Warm lights and a single clear chair. Maybe this would go faster than you’d expect.

“-be pretty simple, but you never know right?” Soonyoung asked.

“Definitely.” You agreed. “And who’s coming in this morning again?”

“Minghao is. And there’s only one model. Joshua Hong?”

You hummed in response. Internally, you thanked the universe for looking out for you. It was a small mercy.

After your camera was set up, you took some test shots, just to make sure everything was in working order. You got the okay from Soonyoung, who was sitting at the laptop. As you were going through the details of the shoot one more time with the team, Minghao strolled in. His red sunglasses perched at the end of his nose and a grateful smile aimed in your direction.

“You don’t look nearly as dead as I thought you would.”

You snorted. “You have coffee and the set to thank for that.”

“What can I say, I wanted the set to match my clothes. But I came over because I wanted to introduce you to today’s model. He’s still kinda new, Joshua Hong?”

You had heard the name earlier when Soonyoung listed the people that were coming in today. But you got the feeling that you’d heard of him before. He must’ve modelled somewhere else first right?

“Can’t quite place him.”

“You will after you see his face.”

You would think that after working in the industry for a while, you would’ve heard everything by now. Apparently not. Especially considering the way Minghao laughed at you. His laugh was cut off by Seungkwan yelling, “He’s ready!”

Both you and Minghao looked up and saw the model – Joshua, as he stepped through the doorway.

Oh shit.

Minghao smirked at you, before he walked towards Joshua. His hands adjusted the necklace around his tan neck, smoothed the white shirt over his broad shoulders, and gently tugged the black belt around his trim waist. You couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. No way in hell. At least not yet. So, you closed your eyes to take a calming breath. When you opened them, you saw Minghao speak to Seungkwan who gleefully, whipped out a comb and spray bottle.

You spun around and warned the crew that you would be starting soon. As you fiddled with your camera, you could hear Soonyoung giggling in the background. Oh he definitely was going to use this against you someday.

After Joshua introduced himself, a quiet fell on set as the shoot started. You finally looked at his face, and gasped. Your hands started to shake slightly as your eyes scanned him from head to toe. His black hair was dampened and framed his half of his face, while his eyes curved in a smile. And those arms. They were a complete contrast to the sweet eye smile. You wondered what Minghao was thinking when he put him in that fitted knit shirt. The shirt seemed to accentuate his arms and chest perfectly.

Before your eyes went further, someone cleared their throat, breaking you out of your stupor.

“Where does Minghao find these boys?” Soonyoung asked, seemingly just as taken as you were, with Joshua.

You turned your head slightly, as Joshua situated himself on the set. “No idea, but if he keeps finding more, I’ll die.”

You both sniggered at the idea. It’d be a nice way to go at least. Overexposure to ridiculously beautiful boys.

You straightened up, after Joshua had gently refuted Seungkwan’s attempts at fixing his hair. You watched his shoulders relax as he smiled and waited for your directions. You took in a shaky breath to smile back.

“Okay! Joshua, we’re going for a cool and unbothered vibe. We’ll start with you sitting on the chair facing me and go from there.”

Joshua nodded as he sat down. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs and stared right at the camera. Your finger hovered over the shutter button for a second. Joshua had titled his head up just the slightest, expression relaxed and eyes intense.

Oh that smoulder.

Click.

He sat back, one arm bent and the other hung loose.

Click.

Chan shuffled across the set and handed Joshua a small water filled glass.

Right arm extended in front of him, glass in hand and left arm across his thighs. His eyes flicked to the left.

Click.

“Move the chair so it’s facing left please?” you asked.

Joshua did so. He sat down and leaned back, exposing the elegant line of his neck and stretching out his legs.

Click.

He moved his arm to grip the edge of the seat, muscles tensing.

Click.

“Chan, glass please.”

Joshua sat up straight as Chan handed him the glass, gaze focused on it as he turned every so often.

Eventually Joshua got up and started posing, shifting his weight around and tilting his head. It was refreshing to photograph Joshua. The usual expressions of indifference and smugness, were subtle with an underlying coy playfulness. Not only was it refreshing, but it was absolutely breathtaking.

Watching him flick between that playful coyness and his mellow sweetness, especially between touch ups, was delightful. He was soft spoken and seemed to admire every shot taken of him. A small smile or appreciative nod here and there, and you could feel your inner self jumping for joy.

You quickly flicked through the shots on your camera as Joshua got changed. You took mental note of which ones would work for the spread, until you landed on the second to last one. It had captured Joshua in the middle of a full laugh. Eyes fully crinkled, mouth wide open with his hand partially covering it. It had been a complete accident. You couldn’t remember what he was laughing about. You didn’t realise you’d pressed the button. But it was absolutely radiant. A perfect behind the scenes shot.

“Think I could get a copy of that?”

You jerked at the sound of Minghao’s voice right by your ear. The sound of your heartbeat thudding in your ears.

“What?”

He sighed. “Can I get a copy of that?” He gestured to the current picture of Joshua on your camera.

“Uh, sure. I’ll let the editors and the rest of my team know. Digital or hard?”

“Both if you can arrange for that?”

“Sure. But just this one?”

“No. This one and the others that you think would look good in a spread.”

You smiled. “Trust me that much huh?”

Minghao scoffed. “Of course. You have a good eye. And you’ve never let me down.”

You felt an embarrassed flush on the back of your neck. You scrunched your nose in response to his comment, to which he laughed at. Just as you were about to retort, Joshua returned from the dressing room. Your jaw dropped as Minghao laughed. He draped his weight over you to support him. Oh you were going to kill Minghao for this.

A sweater vest.

A damn sweater vest that exposed his arms and accentuated his chest.

You might as well die now. There was no way you were going to leave this shoot with your sanity – meaning your fast growing crush on Joshua – intact.

Minghao straightened up and stood in front of you. A teasing smile on his face as he closed your comically opened mouth and left with a sincere sounding “good luck”.

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