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✩ ABC’S

NSFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.

NOTE: this is my first hc list so i apologize if it's messy!

—‘A’ IS FOR AFTERCARE (What they’re like after sex)

Will make sure you're okay, clean you up, barrage you with kisses all over, and run you a bath/shower if you want one.

—‘B’ IS FOR BODY PART (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands and arms

He likes how strong they are and what he can do with them

He likes your entire body; waist, boobs, hips, ass, hands, mf feet even

He just thinks you're perfect

Head to toe...literally

—‘C’ IS FOR CUM (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Cums absolute buckets like??

Literally so much

Loves to cum in and on you

Loves smearing and rubbing in all of the cum he leaves on your body

He's so messy

Dirty, dirty boy

—‘D’ IS FOR DIRTY SECRET (Pretty self-explanatory; a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants you to give him a foot or heel job, he doesn't know how to bring it up tho

—‘E’ IS FOR EXPERIENCE (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Very inexperienced

You're his first but he has a good understanding of what to do

Learned from research, watching p0rn, etc.

He watched those instructional, "how to" p0rn vids lmao

He's an eager learner, just wants to make you feel good

—‘F’ IS FOR FAV POSITION (This goes without saying, can probably include visuals)

Mating press

Cowgirl– whether he's in control or not

Legs in the air

—‘G’ IS FOR GOOFY (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He's more serious but he's more relaxed with it yk? just to make it more comfortable for the both of you

Serious if he's jealousy fucking you though or smth

"God, look at this mess you're making on me, doll. Spencer couldn't do that, could he?"

—‘H’ IS FOR HAIR (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Keeps himself trimmed up, has a nice lil happy trail

Not like you can really see it tho

Carpet does not match the drapes

White pubes ofc

—‘I’ IS FOR INTIMACY (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He can be very intimate, even when he's being rough.

—‘J’ IS FOR JACK OFF (Masturbation headcanon)

Masturbates a lot

To you ofc, whether he's thinking of you or using pictures of you

The amount of times he's jizzed on his phone screen is concerning

—‘K’ IS FOR KINK (One or more of their kinks)

Voyeurism; more specifically, watching you– touch yourself, bathe, or undress. It drives him crazy.

Knife play

Wants to carve his name on your lower back, give you a cute lil tramp stamp

Also wants you to suck on the handle of his knife

Scent kink

Panty fetish

Light bondage

Slight daddy kink

Spit kink

A lowkey foot fetish

Has a finger sucking fetish, he loves it when you lick and suck on his fingers. He'll do it to you too sometimes

Somnophilia (sex while you're sleeping)

Hair pulling. Loves it when you do it to him especially

Choking (giving and receiving, gives way more tho)

Impact play (spanking you)

Overstim (giving and receiving)

Orgasm control (giving and receiving)

Ear licking/sucking (giving and receiving)

Dacryphilia (likes seeing you cry from pleasure)

Wanted to learn Shibari but doesn't have the patience for the more intricate ones, but he knows one..

He uses it to "punish" you

—‘L’ IS FOR LOCATION (Favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere tbh

bed, floor, couch, counter, table, against a wall, in a doorway...

He does not care

—‘M’ IS FOR MOTIVATION (What turns them on, gets them going)

Sometimes he can just look at you and he gets a hard on

You being bratty, whiny, or teasing

Wearing anything revealing, but that's a given

You in dresses or skirts. I can imagine him just sticking his head underneath and eating you out like a starved man

—‘N’ IS FOR NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Age play

Coprophilia (feces)

Basically just really disgusting stuff

—‘O’ IS FOR ORAL (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves giving and receiving head but likes giving more

He loves to pleasure you, he likes to see how good he can make you feel with just his mouth alone

He likes leaving you fully satisfied

He leaves sloppy kisses all over and tongue fucks you when he goes down on you

Tells you how pretty your pussy is and how good you taste

But...he also loves the way you look with his cock stuffed in your mouth

How you kiss it or slide your mouth along the base, and how you look up at him all while doing it.

—‘P’ IS FOR PACE (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually fast and rough but switches it up to slow and rough

Will switch up paces during to tease you

If you ask to go faster, harder, etc. he obliges but not after a little teasing

He can be slow and sensual when he wants to, it's not often though

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUICKY (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Doesn't do them often as he likes to take his time and do it right

On the occasion he just cant wait, he'll pull you away somewhere private and fuck you stupid

And like I said in my last bullet in motivation; he most definitely will stick his head up your skirt or dress and eat you out

—‘R’ IS FOR RISK (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

100%

—‘S’ IS FOR STAMINA (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He can last pretty long, 3-4 rounds.

Expect him to get even more vocal the more rounds you do, you just feel so good to him

—‘T’ IS FOR TOY (Do they own toys? Do they use them; on a partner or themselves?)

Both! Loves to use them on you and for you to use them on him

—‘U’ IS FOR UNFAIR (how much they like to tease)

So unfair, loves to tease

Just likes to see you whine for him, then he'll give you what you both want

—‘V’ IS FOR VOLUME (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Very vocal, moans, groans, whimpers, and whines and doesn't care who hears

He'll want you to be vocal too, don't hold back

It spurs him on, encourages him

Boost his confidence hearing how good he's fucking you

Wants everybody to hear how good you're making him feel and how good he's making you feel

Will absolutely be calling you pretty while he's fucking into you

Talking you through your orgasms too

Tells you how good you feel, how good you are, how pretty you are, etc.

He gets so cocky after smh

—‘W’ IS FOR WILD CARD (Random headcannon(s) for the character of your choice)

He's a switch but v top leaning

He will bottom on occasion but he tops more

He really likes when you do take control, he loves the veiw

Absolutely hypnotized by his gorgeous girl topping him

Despite other ppl hc him to like degrading you, I think it would be the opposite ☝️

He doesn't like saying mean things to his love, he knows what that feels like

He likes praise, giving and receiving

Maybe I'm biased bc I'm a praise girl

He'll only degrade you if it's something you really like or if it's twisted with some kind of praise

"So pretty...such a pretty lil' slut f'me."

Loves kissing during it, likes feeling your moans and whines in his mouth

Pleasure dom?? yes!

He's a stalker and when he's watching you, he's rubbing his cock to his pretty little thing changing, showering, masturbating, sleeping, etc.

You just look so pretty doing absolutely anything, he can't get enough of you

And you have a very conveniently placed tree in front of one of your bedroom windows

He's hid in your closet while you were home jerking it too

He's such a fuckin creep <3

—‘X’ IS FOR X-RAY (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He's packing idc

7.5-8 inches, has some girth

Slightly curves up and to the left, flushed pink tip

Nice, round, heavy balls

—‘Y’ IS FOR YEARN (How high is their sex drive?)

Very high, his mind is always in the gutter

Constantly wants to fuck you

You gotta pry him off you sometimes, he's so feral

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

After the aftercare, he's knocked tf out.

But sometimes he'll just watch you as you're sleeping, caress your face and hair, and admire your beauty. He wonders how you could like someone like him :(

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sorry for this guys

“S-slow down, Jeff..” You whimper out, practically begging the man you get to call your boyfriend above you to go easy on you like he promised he would. But then again, he never stays true to his word. Moans and cries bubbles in your throat as you dig your nails into the flesh and skin of his forearms. Your request goes in one ear and out the other as he pumps into you like his life depends on it. Becoming friends with they twisted boy next door was crazy enough, but asking him to be your boyfriend was by far the craziest shit you’ve ever done. But that doesn’t mean anything when your underneath him and screaming for him to both slow down and keep going while your cunt tries desperately to suck him in, while failing at how absolutely huge he is.

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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞...𝚞𝚗𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛, 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛.

“Hey there~”

𝙰 𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎; 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖?

"...please le-"

"sh sh sh sh.....sh....sit", 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖..𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝; 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚜. 𝙰𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜. 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛.

"SIT"

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖..𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚠𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜... 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎.

"eat...lets just enjoy each other"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.

"why so quiet?...tell me your name. As you already know princess..im jeff."

"...im y/n...."

"y/n?..hm what a lovely name you have......Eat and tell me what you think"

𝙷𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗...𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐...𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐.

"Eat it or ill slit your throat."

𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚜

"its so good isnt it?....eat some more...im enjoying our little date."

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 ��𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

"you ungrateful BITCH....i spent HOURS COOKING THIS FUCKING FOOD"

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

"...just wanted a nice dinner with a pretty girl...thats it.."

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎. 𝚅𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍.

𝙰 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚎𝚏𝚏'𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙, 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜.

"...That was nice"

𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

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A TEST OF FAITH.

SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE PRIEST’S DAUGHTER, SWEET AND INNOCENT AND FREE FROM SIN. UNTIL JEFFREY WALKED IN AND TURNED YOUR WORLD UPSIDE DOWN.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、FINGERING (M -> F), PUBLIC FINGERING, BLASPHEMY, RELIGION KINK, CORRUPTION KINK

NOTES 、i gotta thank my lovely mutual @hysterotic for helping me flesh out ideas for this one. love you babe also depending on how well this does. i’ll do part 2 LMFAO

The air is tense on the ride to church. The sun casts the world in a warm glow as it slowly rises beyond the horizon and you keep your eyes fixated on the blur of trees passing by as your father drives and taps his finger impatiently on the steering wheel.

You sigh softly and look into the rear view mirror at his reflection. “Daddy, what’s wrong?” You ask gently and you hear your father sigh almost tiredly.

“Nothing, sweetheart it’s just…” He contemplates it for a moment before shaking his head. “Don’t worry about it, okay? I don’t want you feeling burdened in any way this morning.” It’s Sunday, of course he didn’t want you feeling anything but the spirit of the Heavenly Father washing over you.

You hum rather defeatedly, resting your chin in the palm of your hand and staring out the window once more. “Mkay..” You mumble out, saddened your father didn’t feel like he could share whatever wad weighing hard on him but maybe the Lord could help ease the heavy feeling he has today. You close your eyes and say a small prayer just as you feel the familiar turn onto the gravely trail that leads up to the church you’ve spent your entire life going to.

The pearly white chapel comes into view and your eyes gravitate to the sight, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you see other members pulling up around the same time as you and your father and mother. You sit up straight as your father parks the car and tugs the keys out, fixing your sundress as you wait patiently for your father to exit first before following soon after.

The familiar faces by the church, idly chatting all turn and smile at the sight of you. The older women compliment you, saying you look like an angel as always in those pretty sundresses you always wore.

You’d giggle bashfully in response to their compliments, cheeks warm to the touch as you thank them and compliment them back before the sound of a loud rumble echoes out and you turn to look over your shoulder at the road as a noisy motorcycle pulls into the spot beside your parents’ car. You squint your eyes due to the harsh brightness of the morning sun peeking through the distant trees and into your field of vision as you try to get a good look at the individual. It’s hard to see much until the person gets off the bike shortly after and starts coming toward you.

“For christ— Ahem, you took your sweet time getting here didn’t you, son?” A loud voice from behind you speaks up. You notice the way your father seems to hold a cold stare you’ve almost never seen on his face before as he watches the guy approaching you chuckle, a deep rumbly sound that has you surprised to hear such a deep voice.

“Took the scenic route.” He says with a grin in his voice and as the bright leaks of sunlight hide behind his tall frame, you finally get a good look at his face. And boy did you feel your heartbeat quicken.

His eyes look down into yours and you instantly tear your stare away and focus on the ground beneath you. Grass has never looked so greener before until now.

Your father reluctantly shakes hands with the guy whose appearance is not very fitting, nor would you consider it appropriate for church service. The black ripped jeans with a chain dangling on them, dirtied combat boots, a learner jacket on and somewhat hiding the black band tee he wore underneath. It had a print of a music band you’ve never heard of and it left you feeling curious. You’ve never heard such music before. Anything remotely inappropriate or dark and taboo wasn’t allowed in your parents’ house.

You feel like you’ve stared for too long and look over to your mother for guidance and she gives you a knowing look before subtly glancing at the church doors. You excuse yourself but shortly after, everyone else is coming into the quiet place and the sounds of footsteps and quiet chatter echo throughout the building. You take a seat on the long bench you’ve always sat at while your mother sits on the other side of the church at a different place. You see the man that had talked rather loudly behind you earlier come in along with who you presume is his wife and a rather young looking teenage boy, but where was the motorcycle guy that he had called ‘son’?

“Hey,” Your eyes widen at the sound of a low and deep voice in your ear and you whip your head around to look to your side where you see the aforementioned motorcycle guy. His black hair frames around his face and he smirks at you. “Did I scare ya?”

You blink a few times before shaking your head, mumbling a soft ‘no’ in response to which he chuckles at before letting his arm rest on the back of the bench, nudging your shoulders ever so slightly but you try to ignore it. Your father however is practically staring daggers into the boy when nobody’s eyes are on him before he stands up and prepares to start the day’s service.

You try to scoot away from the strange guy, keeping your eyes on those that sing and you can feel his eyes on and it makes goosebumps rise along your arms.

Suddenly you’re asked to sing and you feel your heart drop to the floorboards. You’ve never felt so nervous in all your life, it was something you were always asked to do by other members of the church so why did it feel so scary to do all of a sudden? Was it because of the mysterious boy beside you? Who knows. You swallow thickly, standing up with a tremble in your legs and hands so you grip onto the bench in front of you. You clear your throat quietly, trying to ignore the way your heart beats so wildly and so hard it makes your throat want to close up on you. You manage to start singing a hymn, one that everyone seemed to love hearing you sing the most and as you let your eyes flutter closed you relax your nerves and let the words flow through you and out into the world.

It’s only a few short minutes and then you’re politely sitting down but as you do so you feel something against the side of your thigh and see his own pressed snug against yours. Did he move closer or did you accidentally sit too close? You apologize in a whisper, trying to move away but he shakes his head at you with a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Nah, I don’t mind, angel.” He says back, a whisper in a low voice only you could hear and it makes your heart flutter with an unfamiliar feeling as you force your attention back to those around you as people begin to testify.

You’re so focused on them all, nodding and feeling the spirit seep into your being that you don’t notice the unfamiliar touch against your dress as something slides up your thigh. It makes you tense up for a second when you realize and you glance at the guy who’s seemingly leaning a little too close for comfort but it would appear to others that he’s just trying to see the individuals that stand up and testify better.

“Don’t let temptation distract you from the words of God, doll.” He whispers with a grin on his face, eyes flicking down to your doe eyes that tear themselves away from his face and over to the other people.

He was right. No matter what he was doing, whatever it might’ve been… It was just the devil trying to keep you in his hold. Yet it was so hard to focus when the pads of his fingers grazed over your panties making you shiver slightly.

You didn’t know what he was doing. You’ve never been touched anywhere by anyone before, especially down there, but it was a rather nice and foreign feeling that you found yourself wanting just a little more of. Unconsciously, your legs spread just enough to let his hand cup your clothed sex and he rubs his index and middle against your panties until he feels a damp patch that makes him bounce his knee to keep himself from dragging your foolishly innocent self out of the church and fucking you in the bathroom.

Your father mentions an individual’s name for them to lead into prayer and everyones, including your own, heads turn down and al eyes are closed as silence envelopes the church and the only voice heard is a wretched sinner crying out for the Heavenly Father as he gets on his knees and prays.

You’re focused on listening to his words, feeling the pain he’s burdened with carrying as your brows knit together and you listen thoughtfully. Then something cold and foreign pushed against your nether regions and your thighs twitch as your eyes open and you glance to the guy beside you. He grins sinisterly, like he was the devil incarnate and you shiver under his gaze.

“Listen to ‘im, angel. Hear the cries of a fellow sinner and pay attention.” He whispers with a sick chuckle as he pushes his digit into your warmth and nudges it against your gummy walls. It’s uncomfortable for a few seconds, a new and foreign feeling you’ve never felt before but you unknowingly clench around him as he begins to pump it at a rather quick pace that has pleasure tingling in your gut suddenly as you squeeze your eyes shut and try to block out whatever he was doing to you in attempts to distract you.

Was it wrong? Was this something bad that he was doing to you? You didn’t know and couldn’t find the right answer you tried to search for in your mind. Whatever it was, it had a great effect on you and when you opened your eyes and prayer ended, tears blurred your vision but not from the Holy Spirit overwhelming you, oh no, it was that guy’s hand that overwhelmed you.

A tight coil burns hot in your belly as your legs tremble and you force yourself to straighten up and stare onward as your father stood to his feet and started to preach. Your mind was clouded, hazy and lagged behind on the words and sounds that met your ears but the warm breath tickling the side of your neck kept you alert and on edge in more ways than one.

You bite your bottom lip, trying to hear your father’s words as it touches the souls of many in the church. Your brows twitch, eyes gliding over the various people and a wave of feel-good tingles seeps into your being and your eyes flutter closed for a moment, a soft sigh leaving you glossy lips.

Your father’s preaching reaches its peak just as your thighs squeeze around the strange guy’s hand tightly, as if they never wanted him to leave and then euphoria washes over you. Like being hit by the Holy Spirit, your body tenses up and warmth floods your being as a sharp but quiet gasp leaves you and you curl in on yourself, hands gripping the cushion of the bench by your thighs. You heave quick breaths, heart racing in your chest as those digits curl into something incredibly sensitive inside of you before pulling away and you’re left feeling empty and exhausted.

You watch with half lidded eyes as he raises his hand up towards his face, it’s glistening with something slick on it and you wonder if it came from you. The thought embarrassed you to no end and when he popped the digits into his mouth, sucking the substance off them and then grinning at you as he shoved his hand into his pocket, it made you feel pulled towards him as if you couldn’t get enough despite knowing he was no good for you.

Your cheeks feel warm to the touch, cupping your hands against the hot flesh as you try to slow your breathing and shortly after, church has ended and people are socializing outside. You muster up the strength to stand on legs wobbly like a newborn fawn, hearing that boy chuckle at you as he gets up and walks away like nothing had happened. It saddens you a bit, you had felt some type of connection because of that strange interaction with him but you try to ignore it and move on just like he was so easily able to.

You manage to get out of the church, heading for the car earlier than your parents would’ve liked. You felt so lightheaded you just needed somewhere a little more private to cool off for some reason. You don’t get there in time before that boy is reaching you however.

“Aw, leavin’ already?” He’s teasing, he knows he’s the reason you feel so odd right now and the more you look at him the more you want to cling onto him. Thoughts that aren’t your own begin to fill your head, inappropriate and so lewd it makes you shiver with a mix of disgust and embarrassment directed toward yourself.

“I just need to cool off.. It’s warm out today.” You try to reason, voice a bit strained and shaky as you try to stand up straight but it’s obvious you’re a horny wreck in his eyes and he chuckles at you.

“S’that it? Just got too hot?” He takes a few steps towards you, an unreadable look in his eyes and you struggle to hold his gaze as you fumble over your words until he’s got you cornered with your back against the car. Those wide doe eyes, glassy with need, almost gets under his skin. He grins and it makes your stomach do flips when he looks at you that way. “Y’sure it’s not because I touched ya right here?” His hand forces its way between your trembling thighs and nudges against your nether regions making your breath hitch in your throat as you stare at him completely stunned.

Your hands grab at his wrist, shaky and weak as you attempt to pull him off but he only stops terrorizing your poor little innocent heart when he hears footsteps approaching.

He pulls away, straightening his posture while you push yourself off the car slowly as if you were in a daze at the moment.

“Is something wrong?” It’s your father, concern laced in his voice as he gives you a protective glance and moves towards you all while giving the boy an odd look.

The black haired guy scoffs with a smirk. “Nah, was j’st talkin’ to her is all.” He says it in a way that’s either condescending, sarcastic or as if he wasn’t saying the full truth. It’s hard for your brain to decipher properly anyways as your eyes bore into the grass beneath you, looking at anything but him.

“I’d much rather prefer if you didn’t speak to my daughter, Jeff Mason.” Your father says and it’s only now that you’ve learned the guy’s name. Your eyes flicker up to his face only to find him already looking back and shyness gets to you, making you tear your gaze from his.

There seems to be a tension between your father and Jeff, a staring contest ensues for a few moments that begin to feel like hours until that man you’d heard speaking before church comes up to the three of you.

He forces a smile and puts a hand on Jeff’s shoulder, squeezing a little too tight. “Jeffrey here will be sure to do that. Won’t you, son?” There’s an underlying authority to his voice as he looks at Jeff who glares back silently before shaking his hand off and walking towards his motorcycle with not a single word to follow.

The middle aged man chuckles awkwardly and tries to make small talk with your father but it doesn’t do much, if anything it would seem your father didn’t like either of them and that made you more curious than it should have.

You walk around the car to get into the car without disrupting their— very tense and awkward —conversation, trying to ignore Jeff who’s standing by his bike with his eyes glued onto you.

“Hey, Mary.” He calls out and you blink a few times before turning to look at him. He grins, “Yeah, you.”

“That’s.. That’s not my name, Jeff.” You didn’t even mean to say his name. It just spilled out by accident, he repeats the way you say it on loop in his head immediately.

“Sure it isn’t.” He grins with a teasing tone and crosses his arms as he looks you up and down slowly, undressing you with his eyes but you’re none the wiser. He finally looks at your face and smiles wickedly. “I’ll see ya around won’t I, angel?”

Your hold on the handle of the car door tightens a bit at the way he says it, heart fluttering in your chest and your knees weak. You feel a little bold, taking a deep breath as you hold his gaze. “Are you implying you’ll come to visit more often?” You meant the church, it’s obvious in the way you say it that you meant it in a church setting. But Jeff is far too sick and twisted to accept it as just that and that alone.

He chuckles at you, an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. “Heh, y’gonna see me a lot more often than just here.”

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[endious]

OXYTOCIN.

SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE LAST PERSON DR. WILSON COULD TURN TO IN HOPES OF GETTING JEFF TO TALK, BUT YOU WERE NEVER QUITE PREPARED FOR THE MONSTER THAT IS JEFFREY MASON.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF KILLING, GORE, DEATH, NONCON, THREATS, MANHANDLING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, SPANKING, PUSSY SLAPPING, DACRYPHILIA, CHOKING, FORCED ORGASM, CREAMPIE, PERV!JEFF

NOTES 、his chuckles during the sessions >>>

The sight of Clarence’s exhausted face tugs at your heartstrings as you approach him and he sighs tiredly. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Dr. Wilson?” You ask quietly, you knew how taxing this job can be on the mind.

He hums, surprised for a moment before turning and looking at you and his face instantly softens as his eyes crinkle in a small smile. “Please, no need to be so formal with me.” You seem to relax a bit at that before he continues, “I’m having trouble getting one of our patients to talk. I’ve tried everything I could possibly think of, he’s just… not very cooperative.”

“Is it the same one?” You ask with curiosity and Dr. Wilson nods with a small hum, glancing at the folder in his hand.

“Yes, he’s proving to be difficult for even me to handle, I will admit.” He gives you a small look as if he’s contemplating on something before finally speaking up in a rather hesitant tone, “Pardon me for asking you such a thing but, you wouldn’t oppose trying to take a crack at him would you?”

You blink a few times, surprised he was actually asking you to take a shot at getting the patient to open up. Your lips curl up in a smile as your eyes sparkle. “Do you really mean it?”

He shrugs, returning your smile with a tired one of his own. “I don’t see why not. You’re exceptionally well at your job and I don’t doubt you could get at least something from him.” He opens the file but stops halfway and looks back at you again. “I should warn you though, he’s awfully crude and violent. During my sessions with him I learned early on that he enjoys trying to get under your skin.” You nod at his words, listening carefully and remembering each thing he said before he opened the file and placed it on the desk, showing you the profile of the patient and your eyes widen a bit at the two photos clipped to the paper that held information and details on the man.

Jeffrey Mason. The name instilled fear in a large majority of people in Forest Lawn, especially those that lost loved ones the night he took so many innocent lives. It pained you, the grief they had to bear after receiving terrible news that following morning and you consider yourself lucky you nor your friends and family were ever in his harmful way. You’re relieved to know he’s here, where he can’t hurt anyone and is restrained all the time.

The two photos, one of him before the accident and one after when he had been arrested. Despite him being held here for two years now, you’d never known anything about him besides what terrible things he had done. He looked rather normal in the before photo, but there was a dark look in his eye that made you think otherwise. The second photo was a horrific sight of its own. His burned face, the carved smile that nearly reached his ears and that animalistic look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. He looked much more like a monster in that photo and you consider he thinks he is one himself.

You give Dr. Wilson a glance as you straighten your posture. “When is the next session, Dr. Wilson?”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ve been spending less and less time on him since I have other patients to attend to, but you can start as early as next week I’d suppose.”

You give him a determined look and puff out your chest a little as you grab your things and prepare to leave for the day much like he was himself. “I will get words out of him, Doctor. I can promise you that.”

He laughs a bit at your determination as he grabs his own things and prepares to leave soon. “I have no doubt that you will.”

The next week comes surprisingly quick but maybe that’s because you were itching to try and attempt to get something out of the patient. If Dr. Wilson was struggling that surely meant you’d have a lot of trial and error yourself but you have the patience to handle any patient that’s been given to you. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard right?

“You can bring him in now.” You call out and soon after the large door squeaks and groans as it’s opened and the sound of chains jingling and clinking meets your ears as the noise bounces off the walls of the small room.

Your head turns immediately at the sudden sounds as a guard brings the patient in and Jesus he was so much scarier in person. You swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat and as hard as you tried to listen to Dr. Wilson’s words, the guy definitely intimidated you by just his presence alone.

His heavy breathing leaves uncomfortable goosebumps along your skin as you watch him practically be dragged into the room and sat in the chair. The guard clicks something on the cuffs around his hands and you realize he’s locked him to the table. At least he isn’t able to move around thankfully. His feet are chained together, leaving him very little room to move one foot in front of the other and you try to keep your gaze off him as he stares at you with those sickening eyes of his.

You clear your throat and look up at the guard, straightening your posture to appear more confident. “You can go, it’s fine.” You say and he nods before eyeing the patient chained up who’s carved smile seems to widen as he stares over and back up at the man before he’s walking out of the room and closing the loud door behind himself.

You look down at the file before you and then glance at the record player currently spinning as it records. You sigh through your nose and slowly lift your eyes up to look at his face only to see him staring back with an animalistic hunger.

“Jeffrey Mas—“ “It’s just. Jeff.” He emphasizes with a hint of aggression to his voice. You’d never heard him speak before, and you certainly hadn’t expected his voice to sound so raspy and deep.

You correct yourself, ignoring the way your heart jumped up in your throat for a moment. “Right. Jeff, we’re going to talk about you for a little while.” You sit up straight again and look down at the file to distract yourself from his eerie stare.

He breathes out a chuckle, “Heh, what do you want to know about me then?” He’s mocking you and his heavy breaths like some wild animal are starting to get to you. Now you’re realizing why Dr. Wilson had such difficulties with this guy.

You rest your forearms on the table, leaning in a bit as you stare at him and try to get over your nerves. You needed to be professional, why was it proving so difficult to do suddenly? “What were you like growing up?” You’ll start off simple, ask basic questions any other doctor or therapist would ask.

He scoffs and you swear you saw his tongue peak out the side of his carved cheek. “Angry. Really fuckin’ angry.” His eyes are casted downward no longer looking at your face and you frown a bit, you tap your finger against the table to get his attention and his eyes immediately flick up to yours.

“I need you to focus, Jeff. This is serious.” “Is that why your tits are on display?” You’re stunned, blinking a few times to process his words before staring down at your shirt. It’s merely one button that hasn’t been buttoned up with the rest, you can barely even see the line of your cleavage and he had the nerve to say such an inappropriate thing to you?!

“That is highly inappropriate, Jeff.” You suddenly snap, becoming defensive but all he does is laugh, the sound reaching your ears and reverberating off the walls.

“Oh, c’mon, doctor.” He mocks. “They were beggin’ for some attention.” He speaks in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine, his tone is sinister before he breaks out in another manic laugh, giggling to himself.

“I need you to cooperate with me.” You sigh, sitting back in your chair and he rolls his eyes as he huffs. The chains jingle as he leans in over the table.

“What if I don’t want to cooperate with you?” He spats out, suddenly hostile and it’s like a game of hot potato for you only you never know when he’s going to switch up on you.

“I’m here to help you, Jeff.” You say in a calm and soft tone, trying to not let his refusal at cooperating get under your skin.

He scoffs, an airy chuckle ringing out. “Heh, you can help me out by undoing these cuffs.” He cackles, throwing his head back as he tugs on the handcuffs circled around his wrists and attached to the restraints keeping him in the chair.

You press your lips in a thin line before responding curtly, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Oh, well that’s too bad isn’t it, doll?” He tilts his head, that crazed look in his eyes that makes you feel small and naked under his stare. It makes your skin crawl but you’re determined to help him, if there’s any chance he’s even salvageable.

You hum quietly to yourself, looking over at the recorder before sighing through your nose and attempting again. “Jeff, I need you to be open with me and answer my questions, please.”

He chuckles again. “Beg me again and maybe I will.” God if you could punch him in his disgusting face you would right now. You don’t dwell on it for too long, you know he’s just trying to get reactions from you.

“Will you please cooperate with me?” It’s silent save for his breathing. You try again, “Please, Jeff?”

“Ooh, I like it with you beg.” He grins, breathing out creepily as he watches you. He moves a bit in his seat and the restraints clink loudly with his movements. “You wanna know something fun?”

“I’m not quite sure I know what your definition of fun is.” You watch him carefully, looking for any signs he might try something but he seems relaxed for the most part as he leans back against the chair.

“I’ve pictured all the ways I’m going to rip you limb from limb, and then watch you bleed out.” He smiles, mangled scars twisted up as he does so. “It’ll be a sight to behold, seein’ you lying in a pool of your own blood.”

You try to not let it affect it. You clear your throat and give him an uninterested look. “I don’t think we’re getting anywhere, Jeff Mason.” He continues to laugh like a crazed man, eventually coming down as he sighs. “When did the ringing and visions start?”

“What visions?” He nearly spats out, leaning back in the chair as the restraints jingled loudly again.

“You’ve mentioned in previous sessions with Dr. Wilson that you, saw what’s coming. When did this start?” You ask, noting his behavior on the clipboard momentarily as you gave him time to think of an answer.

He sighs dramatically. “What do you think?” He snarls and you give him an unbothered look back.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, Jeff.” You reply in a soft voice like before, he seemed to be more keen to a certain extent when you talked gently but maybe you were just desperate to get this over with now and were trying everything multiple times.

“Well, aren’t you just a doll, huh?” He grins, eyes glued to your face and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to gag.

“Jeff,” You have to get him back on track whether he wants to or not. You sigh deeply through your nose and look down at the clipboard where you’re written various notes. “We aren’t getting anywhere unless you cooperate with me.”

“Oh, but we are.” He chuckles, tilting his head as he leans over the table but there’s suddenly something different about him this time and you tense up as if he’s got you at knife point. He breathes out forcefully through his nose like he’s calming himself from falling into a fit of rage. “You wanna know somethin’ else, doctor?”

You’re hesitant, giving him an unsure look as you shrink back in your chair just the slightest. “And what’s that, Jeff?”

He lets his head turn down as he laughs, turning into a full blown manic cackle as his shoulders shake like he heard the best joke ever. He raises his head again but this time the room is heavy with an unknown aura as his eyes lock onto yours. “That guard, is real lousy about checkin’ the restraints.” His smile widens, an evil glint in his eyes as a loud metal shriek rings out and you hear something clink against the ground. He’s already reached you before you can react and you try to scream out but his hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your noises as his breath is hot against the shell of your ear and he tugs you out of the chair roughly.

“Screamin’ like an animal caught in a trap, heh.” He slams you into the metal table and it feels like you’re spinning. Pain blooms in your head, throbbing your entire skull until he lifts your head up by your hair and slams your face back into a table a few more forceful times. You cough out and wheeze a breath, wincing in pain as it clouds your entire system and you’re unable to truly focus your eyes on anything.

“S-stop—“ You gasp out, hands gripping into the edge of the table as tears flood your vision and you fight back a sniffle.

He hums happily from behind you, grabbing your waist tight as he gets a feel of you before letting his hands slide down to the curve of your ass and he groans.

“Y’know,” He starts, hooking his fingers in your belt loops but you’re in too much of a daze to comprehend his actions as he starts to pull your pants down. “I think you might just be mine now, doll.”

You whine in protest, unable to form words properly and you try to push yourself up off the table but he shoves you into it with his arm against your back making you grimace in discomfort.

“Fuck, what a nice ass.” He groans with a hissed breath, already having pulled your pants down to bunch up at your knees that are practically limp as he forces his way between them. He rubs a hand over your ass before slapping it hard, the sound reverberating off the walls as you cry out in shock and pain. He chuckles behind you and does it again and again, and again.

“Stop i-it!” You cry out, biting your lip hard to distract from the raw pain tingling in your rear as you lie pathetically on the table.

“Why should I?” He jabs a finger against your clothed cunt, it’s uncomfortable as hell and clumsily pushed against your heat. “You’re fuckin’ wet from this? Dirty bitch.” He grins before giving your pussy a loud slap that sends a bolt of electricity through your body that made you squeak.

“Oh you like that, huh? Just a filthy bitch waitin’ to get her cunt fucked?” He mocks with a sneer, tugging your panties to the side and groaning at the shiny slick your pussy drools. “You are gettin’ off to this, doctor. Isn’t that unprofessional?” You wanted to scream at him, to kick him off you so you could run to the door before he ever did anything more vile to your body but it’s as if your limbs have gone numb and you’re no longer able to move them. You’re trapped and as the realization nestles itself into your heart and mind, you feel hopeless in the moment as tears start to fall and you cry silently against the table.

He spreads your pussy, forcing your legs to move further apart so he could get a good look before he’s fumbling with the orange slacks he wore and tugging his aching cock from its confinements. He groans as he pumps it a few times, mushroom tip leaking beads of precum before he’s nudging it against your cunt and pushing in without warning. You nearly shriek but he wraps a hand around your throat cutting off your airway completely as he forces his thick girth into you with a low groan.

“So fuckin’ tight, relax will ya?” He grunts out, jaw clenched tight as he bottoms out and your pussy pulses and constricts around his intruding length. It burned achingly so, and it felt like you were being ripped apart. It was agonizing and you cry as he loosens his hold on your neck and you finally get an intake of air, inhaling like a greedy and starved woman as you pant against the table.

He pulls you up and back by your hair and your arms instinctively push on the table to keep yourself upright and to dull the pain in your scalp from his tugging. He doesn’t release the grip he has on your hair though as he pulls back and then slams forward into you brutally and knocking the air from your lungs. You nearly fall forward, arms shaky and your feet barely reaching the ground as he uses you.

“Shit, are you cryin’?” He tugs your head to the side and you unfortunately get a glimpse of his face as he groans at the tears falling down your face before making you look forward again. “Fuckk, keep crying like that, you fuckin’ slut.”

You sob but not because he wants you to, no you wish you could stop the hiccuping breaths and warm tears but the pain in your entire body is too much to handle and along with the rough thrusts he’s doing, you feel like your head is gonna pop any second.

His hips snap loudly into your ass and he tugs your underwear down enough to see the handprints he left behind on the swell of your ass as he smiles and tugs on your hair again to hear a pained whimper fall from your lips.

“What a slutty fuckin’ cunt, huh? Sucking me in, you wanted this.” He grunts, your soft walls squeezing him so perfectly were starting to get to him and he could feel his cock twitch inside of you. He lets go of your hair and grabs you by your neck once again and squeezes it, feeling your pulse thump at a fast rate against his digits.

“Filthy whore, ‘m gonna dump my load into ya. Heh, you’re gonna take it like a good bitch aren’t ya?” He chuckles, voice strained as he digs his fingers into your neck and his other hand that was gripping your hip slides down your stomach and rubbing at your clit. Your hands instantly go to stop him and he holds you up by your neck and you’re forced to take short and shallow breaths as your hands try to pry his hand away from your sensitive bundle of nerves but the warmth and addictive pleasure that twists and churns in your gut makes your eyes roll back.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just give in, let me— ngh, fuckin’ use you, you dumb rapeslut.” His face tenses up as your walls flutter around him and he laughs. “Gonna cum from rape? Try to stop it then, c’mon. You can do it, doll.” He mocks with a grin but your body betrays you and your walls contract around him as you cream around his cock but he keeps thrusting, unrelenting and unstoppable as he groans at the feeling and chases his high.

“Good fuckin’ rapedoll, huh?” He’s just humiliating you even more now and you sob out as you beg and babble.

“S-stop it, Jeff!— haah, d-don’t do it, please!” You cry pathetically, trying to pull away from him but you’re pinned and it’s useless to try and stop him. He was a fucking monster. “Pull o-out, ngh— oooh!”

He snarls, squeezing your throat so tight you can’t breathe again as he ruts into you like an animal, each brutal thrust bumping your cervix painfully. “I’m cum where I fuckin’ want to, bitch.” He spats, slapping your ass hard but you can’t gasp for breath, you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You open your mouth pathetically as your hands grab at his wrist to pry off his hold on your throat but it’s pointless. He groans behind you and shortly after his thrusts grow sloppy and warmth floods your cunt. Your eyes widen in fear and you try to scream out but no sound leaves you as tears flood your vision, blurring it once more. He laughs like a maniac behind you as he stills his hips and grinds purposefully into your sensitive walls before pulling out and letting your panties keep his cum from spilling out and making a mess.

He pulls away from you, lets you gasp like a fish out of water for a few moments and with what little dignity you had left you manage to tug your pants back up right before he forces that door open and lunges at the guard with a crazed chuckle.

You don’t remember much of what happened after that. You remember seeing him bash the guard’s head into the wall and then violently punching another one to death. Your eyes grow heavy and your body lies weakly against the table as you watch him disappear down a hall, covered in blood before your consciousness slipped away.

#jeff the killer smut #jeff mason x reader #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta smut #creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x you #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x female reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer x y/n #the morgue files

[holylulusworld]

Burn Notice (5) - Back or gone

Title: Burn Notice (5) - Back or gone

Summary: You finally settled for a life without the man you once loved. You made the plan without a certain man.

Pairing: Nick Fowler x fem!Reader (former CIA!Agent)

Characters: Sam Axe, Jesse Porter, Fiona Glenanne, Michael Westen, Mason Brown, unnamed agents

Warnings: angst, language, toxic relationship, mentions of cheating, angry reader, betrayal, violence, characters death (multiple)

A/N: Inspired by the TV series “Burn Notice” with Jeffrey Donovan as Michael Westen.

A/N2: For everyone not knowing the show burn notice, Chuck Finley is one of Sam Axe’s aliases. Fiona, Jesse and Michael Westen are characters from the show too.

Burn Notice masterlist

<< Part 4

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“I want it all back. My job. My money. My life. If you give me that, I’ll give you something better than a scapegoat. We can keep Y/N out of this. I got what you always wanted,” you flatten against a tree to listen to Nick talk to someone over the phone. “The plan went well, Mace.”

Your stomach tightens and you clutch one hand over your mouth to not choke out a sob. Here you were, believing Nick is hiding something from you to protect you, not to rat you out.

When you first met Nick appeared to be one of the most caring men you ever met. He was a talented agent and a charming friend to you. Things turned from soft and innocent to hot and heated as you started a secret relationship.

However, he showed his true self when he fucked the recruit, Mason Brown. Or how she likes to call herself. Mace the ace.

“We don’t need to blame her for being the mole. We can use him now,” Nick continues. “I know she called someone for help. You can bet your life on it whom she called, Mace.”

You hold your breath and try to focus on the conversation, not your aching heart. Nick wanted to blame you. He destroyed your life and everything you built over the last years to get his fucking job back.

“Mace, this is not negotiable. I want my job back. No retiring for Nick Fowler. Tell them I had to go undercover to reveal the traitor. Just make it happen,” he gives Mace your coordinates and yells into the phone as you silently listen. “I got to go back. I don’t want Y/N to get suspicious. She’s out for a while but her mind and instinct are still sharp.”

It takes anything in you to not attack Nick right here and now. You can’t reveal yourself or get caught. He just ratted you, and your friends out.

If you want to save them and yourself, you need to outsmart your former lover.

While Nick barks into his phone, you sneak back toward the cabin, thinking of a plan to trick both, Nick, and Mace you must come up with a hell of a plan, or you are all done for…

“Odd,” Sam frowns as he reads your latest message. “We agreed on radio silence and now Y/N is sending me a message. FUCK!”

“What the fuck!” Jesse exclaims loudly as Sam hits the brakes with full force. They are not an hour away from your position and now, Sam kills the engine. “What is it, old man? Do you need to pee again?”

“We’ve got no time to waste Sam,” Michael turns his attention toward the phone in Sam’s hands. “Y/N needs our help. If we are right, Fowler is a dangerous man ready to sacrifice her to get his life back.”

“Sound familiar to me,” the only woman in the car smirks at Michael. “What?” She coos as Michael frowns at her words. “You would’ve burned the world to get rid of that burn notice in the beginning.”

“I wouldn’t have sacrificed my friends for it.”

“Can you all just shut up?” Sam grumbles. “Y/N just sent me a smoke signal. She wants us to abort the mission and hide. It’s a trap, Michael.”

“What did she write?” snatching the phone out of Sam’s hands Fiona furrows her brows. “Can you bring me a pizza with pineapple? Followed by an exclamation mark, an e, and an a? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Pineapple means to abort the mission,” Sam explains. “She hates pineapple on a pizza. The exclamation mark means drop everything and run. The dot at the end followed by an e looks like a typo, but it means whoever is with her, is a danger to us and her. And finally, the ‘a means it’s a trap.”

“I don’t give a shit if it’s a trap. We can’t leave Y/N on her own. If anyone wants out, this is your last chance,” Michael looks around the car, nodding as everyone stays in the car. “Well, then. We will attack according to plan.”

“Babe, the car is well-hidden. Y/N?” Nick calls for you. He panics as you are nowhere to be found in the cabin. “Fuck, did she run?” Walking back out of the cabin Nick looks around the area. “Babe?”

He follows your footsteps down a path leading away from the cabin and toward a small lake. “Y/N?”

“I’m here,” you emerge from the water to wave at Nick. He doesn’t need to know that you jumped into the lake with your clothes on to hide that you were spying on him. “I wanted to cool off. Do you want to join me?”

Nick glances at the clothes you dropped on the ground. You grabbed pants and a shirt to pretend you stripped your clothes off before jumping into the lake.

“Nah, it’s a little cold, babe. How about you come out and we go back to the cabin?”

“Just a little longer, baby,” bile rises in your throat as you force a sweet smile on your lips. “How about you make us some tea and I swim a little longer? I’ll be right back, Nick.”

“Don’t take too long, babe,” he flashes you a smile before he turns around to make his way back toward the cabin. Nick releases a shuddery breath as you didn’t run. You only wanted to go for a swim.

“I won’t, you cold-hearted bastard,” your features harden, and you ball your hands into fists. “How can the man I fell in love with turn into a heartless monster.” You dive back down to wash away the tears running down your cheeks.

When you emerge from the water you are back to your new self. The one giving a shit on Nick Fowler and your past. You are the woman you became after he broke your heart.

Watching the path for a moment you take deep breaths before you slowly get out of the water to strip your wet clothes off and hide them behind a bush. You put the dry clothes you brought with you on and hide your knife in your boot and the gun in the waistband of your jeans.

“Let’s play a new game, Nick Fowler,” you grit your teeth. “It’s called Y/N gets her revenge and kicks your ass. Killing Mace will be a bonus…”

Whatever you felt for Nick is long gone when you step back inside the cabin. You are ready to kill your former lover and his partners in crime if you must. He won’t get away with ruining your life. Not again.

“I’m back,” you make Nick flinch. He hides something behind his back, and you know it must be the burner phone you placed on the coffee table for him to find. “Did you brew some tea?”

“Shit, I forgot about the tea, babe,” he flashes you another faked smile, hoping you didn’t realize he checked on your phone. “The friend you called, will he come here?”

“Chuck will be here in three days,” Nick frowns as you do not mention the name he wanted to hear. “He’s the only one I could call. Chuck is an old friend of mine. He doesn’t know anything about my time at the CIA, though. Let’s keep it that way.”

“Chuck?”

“Charles Finley,” you smirk as Nick combs through his brain to find out if he heard the name before. “He prefers Chuck.”

“Do you think it’s smart to involve a civilian?”

“Chuck is capable of handling a tough situation. Believe me,” watching Nick clench his jaw you hold back a chuckle. “Nick, we can’t risk involving anyone related to the CIA. It’s too dangerous. You just got a burn notice. Anyone working for our former employer could rat us out.”

“If you say so,” Nick huffs, frustration plastered all over his face. “I’ll make us some tea. We should sit and wait then…”

“One team,” Sam informs Michael, Jess, and Fiona. Fiona presses one hand to her earpiece, frowning as she can barely hear Sam. “Mason Brown is the leader. I see five more. Be careful. There could be more.”

“Acknowledged,” Michael replies. “Fie, Jesse, to the left. Sam, you will be our eyes. I’ll be the only one going down to the cabin. If this goes sideways, I want you to get Y/N out there.”

“Mike, that’s the worst plan we ever had,” Sam complains.

“Sam, can you repeat that? I didn’t get that,” huffing Fiona flattens behind a tree as Jesse points toward Michael who makes his way toward the cabin. “Michael, wait for us.”

“Fiona, can you shut up for a moment? Mike wants you to provide backup. Let me just keep an eye on the bad guys,” while Fiona gives Sam the finger, the man himself tries to keep track of the enemies. “Two to your left, Fiona. Jesse, three more to your right. We will keep it low for now.”

“I’m on it,” Jesse looks at Fiona. “Fiona, how about we prepare something nice for them? Any ideas?”

“I didn’t bring a bag full of goodies for no reason…”

“Tea?” Nick gives you a lopsided grin as you glance out of the window. “Or do you want a drink? Maybe some whiskey or vodka? I found the good stuff in the kitchen. Hidden behind the sink.”

“Can I ask you a question?” he steps closer to you to run his fingers over your neck up to your chin.

“Of course, babe,” you wonder how he can look at you the way he does and feel nothing. Nick is a damn good pretender, maybe the best you ever met. “Do you want to have a drink now?”

“Did you plan on sacrificing me from the beginning or after Mace burned my house down,” he swallows thickly as you press your gun to his crotch. He pales as you unlock the gun and do not even bat an eyelash. “Spill it, Nick.”

“In the beginning, I needed a place to hide,” Nick splutters as you press the gun harder into his crotch. “I got a call from Mace on your landline. She wanted to meet up with me. Mace said I can have my job and life back if I…”

“Give her someone better? Like me?”

“Yeah,” he licks his lips. “I would’ve never hurt you. You must believe me, Y/N.”

“You only wanted me to end up in a cell somewhere in the middle of nowhere,” you sarcastically say. “Tell me, how far would you go to get your job back.”

“I already went too far…”

“Did you burn my house down? Huh? Did you kill my fucking cat?” he drops his gaze and nods. “Wow, you’re a heartless bastard who is willing to betray anyone in order to serve your own self-interest. I can’t believe I ever loved you.”

“Just give me him, Y/N. Mace only wants to bring your friend down,” Nick tries to convince you to save your life and sacrifice your friend.

“Chuck doesn’t have anything to do with the CIA,” you keep a straight face, not giving away that you know exactly what Nick wants from you.

“You know I’m not talking about Chuck Finley,” he tries to cup your face but the gun pressed to his cock changes his mind. Nick drops his hands to his sides, sighing as you get handcuffs out of your pocket with your free hand.

“Put the handcuffs around your right hand and restrain yourself to the bedpost.”

“You can’t be serious, Y/N.”

“Your choice. Handcuffs or a bullet to your brain right now,” you coldly reply. “Chose wisely, Nick. I’m not going to shelter your life. Not after what you did to me this time.”

“Fine, the handcuffs then,” he takes the handcuffs out of your hands and walks toward the bed. “I would’ve never let her hurt you.”

“Sure.”

“It’s the truth, baby,” Nick restraints his right wrist to the bedpost, keeping an eye on you as you walk toward the bed. “Please let’s just get out of here. We can still…”

He doesn’t expect you to backhand him with the gun. “That’s all you will get from me, Nick,” he huffs while blood runs down his cheek. “One more word and I’ll cut your tongue out. Move on the bed, left hand where I can see it.”

“What’s your plan,” he asks as you get another pair of handcuffs out of your bag. “Uh-did you plan on doing naughty things with me?” He smirks as you restrain his left hand to the bedpost. “We still can go for a ride.”

“In your dreams…”

“I can see one of our targets,” Mace informs her team. “Y/N Y/L/N is outside of the cabin. Be careful. We need Nick Fowler alive. He’s our undercover agent. Keep an eye out for our main target.”

You feel Mace’s presence behind you before you hear her unlock her gun. “I thought it would be harder to get you,” she huffs as you don’t even turn around. “The infamous Y/N, star of Nick’s wet dreams and the name he screamed when he came inside of me.”

“Hello Mace,” you look into the distance, smiling to yourself as she tells her team to fall behind. She underestimates you, just like most of the people you worked with. “What took you so long? Did Nick take his sweet time to tell you where to find me?”

“Is he still alive?” she asks, voice laced with concern. You almost believe Mace likes your former lover as she steps closer to you. “Or did you kill him?”

“Not yet,” you ignore Mace presses her gun into your back. “What now? Do you want to kill me or hand me over to your bosses?”

“I can’t let you live,” she replies, without any emotion. “We will tell a nice story about you going rampart with your friend. I had to put you down while Nick took care of our main target.”

“So, this is it? You will shoot me in the back? What a brave woman you became Mason Brown. How will you explain that you shot me in the back? This is not what I call self-defense.”

“Turn around,” Mace pokes your back with her gun. “One false step and you will suffer more than needed. I’ll make it quick if you tell me where he is.”

You slowly turn around and take three steps to the left. “Ready if you are,” you look her straight in the eyes as she aims her gun toward your forehead. “I would rethink your plan. You can still drop the gun, Mace. Nick dragged you into his shit, just like me.”

“I tricked him to get him to go to you. You’re just collateral damage,” smirking darkly Mace looks you up and down. “I never understood what Nick saw in you. But you are useful after all. Now, tell me where Michael Westen is, and we can make this quick.”

“Right behind you, sweet cheeks,” you smirk.

“Fine. I’ll find him without your help.”

“Oh, you want to kill me?” you chuckle darkly. “Did you ever hear of the spot where the brain stem meets the spine.” You point at your forehead. “I don’t think you will be able to pull the trigger.”

“Do you think I’m stupid or weak? Well, you are terribly wrong,” Mace wants to pull the trigger; wants to end your life but just like you said, she’s not able to do so. She drops dead to the ground, blood seeping out of the bullet hole in her forehead.

“Good job, Sam. Thank you for having my back.”

“Good thing I hid that nice earpiece for you, darling,” Sam chuckles. “Let’s take care of the rest now…”

“Y/N,” Michael hurriedly makes his way toward you to drag you behind the cabin. All hell breaks lose after the team heard the gunshot. “Sam, can you see them?”

“I’m on it,” Fiona coos. “Just a min-“ an explosion makes you shriek as your ears ring and Michael presses you into the wall to shield you with his body. “Three down, two left.”

“Gotcha,” you can hear Jesse and Sam yell orders at each other while Michael refuses to let go of you. “Another one down.”

“One left,” panting heavily Fiona calls for backup. “He’s running toward your position Sam. Watch out.”

“Not on my watch,” Sam fires his last bullet, hitting the last man standing right in the chest. “Shit, I only slowed him down.”

“I got him,” Jesse runs toward Sam’s position, gun aim to bring the last enemy down. “End of story for you.”

“I told you to stay away,” you take deep breaths as Michael walks next to you into the cabin. “Why did you come?”

“You saved me more than once,” he casually says, not wanting to admit he was worried about you. “I owe you more than my life.”

“What will we do with him now?” you look at Nick restrained to your bedpost, one of your panties stuffed into his mouth. “He knows you are back. We can’t let him go.”

“He still got this burn notice, doesn’t he?” Michael cocks his head to look Nick up and down. “How about we make a call?”

“I don’t know,” you look at the gun in your hand. “What if he…”

“Y/N,” Michael takes you to the side. “I know you hate that man, and that he ruined your life for a second time. But believe me, you don’t want to kill him.”

You look Michael straight in the eyes and search his face as he tries to convince you to come with him and leave Nick behind. “Let’s make that call then…”

Four hours later you are on your way toward an unknown future while Nick sits in the back of a car, handcuffed, and left behind by the only person who could’ve saved him.

He smirks darkly as the agents keep on asking questions he won’t answer. He squeezes the paperclip he’s hiding in the palm of his hand, waiting for his chance.

“You will tell us all, Fowler. Every single sin you committed,” one of the agents turns around to look at Nick in the back of the SUV. “And we start with the disappearance of former CIA agent Y/L/N and the death of Mason Brown and the tag team.”

“One way,” Nick starts to sing as the agent frowns deeply. “or another,” his features darken before he kicks the first agent in the face. The car starts to skid when Nick uses the momentum to open the handcuffs.

“What are you doing?” Nick is fast to get his hands on the last agent in the car. “Nooo!“

One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya...

- The End? -

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#Burn Notice (5) - Back or gone #nick fowler #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x y/n #the 355 fanfiction #michael westen #michael westen x reader #nick fowler fanfiction

[xx-craftycreep-xx]

Pre-incindent Jeffrey Mason x reader 💕

Imma say it. You have to initiate contact.

STALKS U LIKE HIS LIFE DEPENDS ON IT.

Now..Lets come to the main point...If you wanna be seen like Christy was..then I promise you there will just be lust and no emotional attachment in the relationship. But If you want it in a Normal reader way then there will be Love and emotional attachment in the relationship.

There won't be many dates. If there are,then they are definitely late night ones.

He definitely leaves roses Or any of you're favourite flowers behind.

He's An absolute pervert,so be a little careful while changing.

He's DAMN defensive. BUT. He even MORE protective abt you.

He's definitely broken into you're house to get to know about you're likings. Went through all of you're stuff. Even clothes.

He is An absolute virgin. Doesn't know how to kiss AT ALL.

You gotta teach him bruh. He won't evn admit that he needs help.

Probably has some romantic novels kept hidden somewhere in order to learn how to do basic shit.

Loves you and will defo kill foe you and you only.

That's it for now yall..

[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Survivors

👓 Dwight Fairfield 👔

👟 Meg Thomas 🏃‍♀️

🧪 Claudette Morel 👓

🏞 Jake Park 🏕

🖼 Nea Karlsson 🛹

🎃 Laurie Strode 🗡

🃏 Ace Visconti ♠️

⌚️William "Bill" Overbeck 🪖

🎮 Feng Min ⚙️

🥊David King 🏈

💤 Quentin Smith⏰️

🔫 David Tapp 🧢

🎸 Kate Denson 🏵

Kate Denson x Reader headcanons Violinist

🥼 Adam Francis 🪨

🎨 Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen 🎸

🎤 Jane Romero 📺

🏍 Yui Kimura 🔧

📑 Zarina Kassir 📹

🔦 Cheryl Mason 🌫

🏛 Felix Richter ✏️

🔍Elodie Rakoto 🔦

📀 Yun-Jin Lee 🎶

📟 Jill Valentine 🔫

🚔 Leon Scott Kennedy 🔫

📖 Mikaela Reid 👓

🕶 Jonah Vasquez 🧮

🌊 Yoichi Asakawa ☂️

🔦 Haddie Kaur🎙

👠 Ada Wong 🎧

💉 Rebecca Chambers 🩹

🔮 Vittorio Toscano 📜

🔧Thalita Lyra 🪁

🪁Renato Lyra 🎸

⚙️ Gabriel Soma 🪛

#Dead by Daylight #Dead by Daylight x Reader #Dead by Daylight headcanons #Dead by Daylight Oneshots #masterlist

[ghostinthewalls]

Liu and Jeff angst headcanons ^^

I decided to do both general and relationship headcanons:))

Warnings: angst (obvi), mentions of alcohol and smoking. If there are any that I missed let me know.

JEFF THE KILLER

~General~

Jeff likes to put up this image of him having tons of confidence, but really, he's just vulnerable, insecure man

He truly loved his mom; he wishes that she was never involved with the incident

He breaks down if anything remotely reminds him of his family or of Liu, especially Liu

These breakdowns include:

-uncontrollable sobbing and screaming

-drinking his problems away

-smoking copious amounts of cigarettes

-breaking items

-hiding from everyone

-sleeping for days at a time

He hates looking at his own reflection

He's destroyed all the mirrors in his cell

The sight of his crusted and cracked lips and his thin, brittle hair makes him wince

~Relationship~

He feels like he's not good enough for you

I mean, he is a literal murderer staying in a psych ward who smells horrible and doesn't bathe

He’s not exactly what you’d call “dating material”

Please just hug him and tell him that he's enough for you

He hates it when he yells at you

He doesn't mean it really

He'll try to make it up to you by walking over to you and engulfing you in a hug while mumbling apologies

He really does love you, he just doesn't know how to show you

HOMICIDAL LIU

~General~

This poor boy has so much going on in his mind 

He’s so mentally exhausted 24/7

He misses Jeff so much

Like Jeff, if anything reminds Liu of him, he breaks down

He screamed and cried so much one time that he tore his vocal cords

He locks himself in his room for days on end

His scars are a constant reminder of his past, which causes him to not look into mirrors

He really doesn’t know what his reflection looks like anymore

~Relationship~

He’s scared that Sully is going to say or do something that would ruin his relationship with you or make you scared of him

When he feels that Sully is about to come out, he blocks himself off from you i.e. running away and locking himself in his room for hours

He doesn’t feel like he deserves your love

Why would you want to be with someone so broken like him?

He’s so insecure about his scars so please kiss them

#angst #creepypasta angst #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta headcanons #jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #the morgue files #jeffrey mason #jeffrey mason x reader #Homicidal Liu #Liu Woods #jeffrey woods #liu mason #homicidal liu x reader #jeff the killer angst #jeff the killer x y/n #homicidal liu x y/n #homicidal liu angst #homicidal liu headcanons #ghost speaks

[nursegracecreates]

Kisses with Jeff

Kissing Jeff is a pretty intense experience

But let's get that first kiss with Jeff out of the way.

I can see him like, attempting to stalk you down like a normal victim

But you wind up noticing him and the fact that you're not afraid of him draws Jeff in even more

He ends up having some impassioned conversation with you, mostly him snarling and yelling, you looking at him like 🤨

Eventually Jeff ends up staring at you, dumbfounded

A few tense moments pass this way

And then he confidently leans in and kisses you so hard that you worry about your lips being bruised

In fact, you cut your lip on your tooth when your lip gets smashed against it

It's zero to makeout in two seconds as Jeff's hands close around your throat (but not too tightly) and he licks into your mouth

And then he tastes the blood

The wound closes up before much more blood can escape

But Jeff's already gotten a taste

That combined with you not being afraid of him

And the electric feeling zinging through his extremities

Congratulations, in Jeff's mind, you two are practically married.

Jeff's kisses are always passionate and intense

He puts all of his emotion into his kisses, it's just that his current mood is going to dictate how the kiss goes.

There's his happy/excited kisses, where he pulls you close and proceeds to kiss you within an inch of your life

Angry kisses where he's screaming in your face one moment, then grabbing you by your throat and ravaging your lips against a wall (these can usually be turned into sad kisses, as Jeff masks his sadness with anger)

Sad kisses, which are slow and emotion filled, and Jeff sighs shakily as you wrap him up in your embrace

And then there's sleepy/relaxed/Jeff is horny and taking his time kisses, which are slow and lingering as he places them in hot trails along your skin

Jeff prefers not to kiss in public because once Jeff gets started, it's hard for him to stop

The responsibility of stopping things before they go too far is 100% yours

Jeff can't be bothered. He only behaves himself in public spaces because he knows you get embarrassed

If left up to Jeff, he would have no performance anxiety issues with an audience

Let them watch. They might learn a thing or two 😤

Jeff will kiss you anywhere, but his favorite time to kiss is when you two are alone and can be left undisturbed

At home in bed or in the living room (Jeff can't gain access to Slender Mansion, sorry guys) or out tucked away somewhere secluded in the back of his truck.

#creepypasta #creepypasta headcanons #creepypasta hcs #jeff the killer #jeff the killer headcanons #jeff the killer hcs #jeffrey woods #jeffery mason #jeffery mason headcanons #jeff the killer x reader #jeff the killer x y/n #jeff the killer x you #❤ #jtk #jtk headcanons

[paradisiacvl]

✩ ABC’S

SFW alphabet with JEFFREY MASON.

warnings: mentions of sex in G,J,& N! | word count:

—‘A’ IS FOR AFFECTION (How affectionate are they? How do they show it?)

In public, he'll keep it simple for the most part; hand-holding, an arm around your shoulders, peppering quick kisses on the side of your face, playing with strands of your hair while you're busy doing work or talking with someone

In private, he gives you everything and more

—‘B’ IS FOR BEST FRIEND (What would they be like as a best friend? How would it start?)

After he first saw you he was doing his damnedest to find out everything he could about you; eavesdropping on other students, watching you and your reactions very closely, following you around, etc..

But you would probably have to initiate it first

Unless he did something really sly like waiting until everyone in class was partnered up for a project and you two just happen to be the only ones left without one, forcing you two to be together

He can't be just friends with you though

You were already his before it was established

—‘C’ IS FOR CUDDLES (Do they like cuddling? How would they do it?)

It would take him a while to get used to it. He's not familiar with affection of any sort

But he realizes how nice it feels to hold you, to smell you. Just being that close to you is exhilarating

So he eases into it but that's mainly something saved for in private

—‘D’ IS FOR DOMESTIC (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He only wants to settle down with you and have a life with you. No one else. Everyone else can go die for all he cares

lol he's so mean to other ppl

Surprisingly, pretty good at cooking

Considering most of his life was spent indoors with not much to do, he was left to fend for himself a lot so he racked up some practice

He doesn't necessarily like cleaning but he'll do it if he has to

—‘E’ IS FOR ENDING (If they had to break it off, how would they do it?)

You're the love of his life, no way in hell he's letting you go

whether you like it or not (you like it)

—‘F’ IS FOR FIANCÉE (How do they feel about commitment? How quick do they want to get married?)

He's definitely very committed to his love but I feel like he's not a marriage guy

Like the commitment level is up to there but there's no wedding yk?

Wants to be able to call you his wife though

—‘G’ IS FOR GENTLE (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's only really gentle with you.

That is, outside of sex and makeouts ofc

Come on, look at who we're talking about here

He's a rough man in nature

He is very observant so he always has a good idea of how you are emotionally and tries to act accordingly, helping you when you need it

—‘H’ IS FOR HUGS (Do they like hugs, how often do they do it, what are they like?)

He doesn't hug that often, his thing is keeping his arm around you. It's like his trademark show of affection

But when he does, it's just like cuddling, done in private

Likes coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around you, and loom his head over yours

His hugs are so nice since he's so big compared to you, he just engulfs you completely but because of that they can also feel...imposing

—‘I’ IS FOR I LOVE YOU (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He waits until you say it first and he'll say it right back, he's felt it since shortly after he met you

He's scared of doing it first and you freaking out or something and looking like an idiot so how fast he says it entirely depends on how fast you do

—‘J’ IS FOR JEALOUSY (How jealous do they get, and what do they do?)

VERY!1!! He's ready to scare off any wandering eyes and show them that you're all his

When it comes to jealousy and Jeffrey Mason it's hard to keep it PG-

Jealousy sex is very big with him

After a particular guy has been flirting with you non-stop...he'll ask if he could fuck you as good as he is or if he could make that much of a mess out of you while he's pounding into you relentlessly

And of course...the answer is "no" >:)

—‘K’ IS FOR KISSES (What are their kisses like, where do they like to kiss you, where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are usually heated, possessive, and almost always turn into makeout sessions

He likes to kiss you everywhere but especially your lips and neck

Like I said, he likes full-fledged makeout sessions, so he also likes it on his lips but the times you gently press a kiss to his cheek or jaw...

He melts

—‘L’ IS FOR LITTLE ONES (How are they around children?)

Thinks they're annoying and doesn't want to deal with them

Yucky

Doesn't want them

—‘M’ IS FOR MORNINGS (How are mornings spent with them?)

Pre-killer Jeff would generally leave before he had to get up for school so his parents wouldn't freak. He'd give you a lil kiss before he went

After the incident, there wasn't much of any time spent with him unless it was visitation at Pinehearst and he was very agitated– more than normal so there was even less time spent with him

After he escaped he would wake up before you, watch you for a few, then wake you up– if you didn't wake up already by his eyes burning into you lmao, and make you breakfast or something

Kinda grumpy

—‘N’ IS FOR NIGHTS (How are nights spent with them?)

Him crawling through your bedroom window lol

Before the incident and after the escape, that's one thing that's stayed consistent

But he'd crawl in while you're doing your skincare routine or something and afterwards, you guys would just talk, watch tv, or engage in other activities

—‘O’ IS FOR OPEN (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's a very difficult man to get to know. He wouldn't really talk much about himself so you would have to be observant

He would after a relationship is established, just give him time. It makes him uncomfy

—‘P’ IS FOR PATIENCE (How easily angered are they?)

On a good day, he just doesn't care about whatever it is that would bother him. Just rolling his eyes or scoffing at the fact, but those are rare 🧍🏼‍♀️

He has a record (literally) of having a bad temper, he's defensive and he just wants to be left alone fr

—‘Q’ IS FOR QUIZZES (How much would they remember about you?)

He remembers everything and for a while, he knew things about you that you didn't even tell him or let on but... you didn't have to

He's a stalker

—‘R’ IS FOR REMEMBER (What's their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you first met

When he first saw you it's like he felt his whole world crashing down on him, he's never felt anything like it and he knew then he just had to have you

—‘S’ IS FOR SECURITY (How protective are they? How would they protect you, and how would they like to be protected?)

Verryyy protective.

This boy is a guard dog

As far as he's concerned, he doesn't need protecting

He's a killer bro

—‘T’ IS FOR TRY (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dates— I can imagine him bringing you to a pretty clearing in a forest and spending hours together there or bringing food up to a rooftop and watching the sky and just talking about whatever comes to mind

Anniversaries— he's got everything recorded in his handy journal, every waking thought he has ever had about you has been gushed to in his journal

You call it his diary and he gets mad

Gifts— he's not super fancy with it but he'll steal things he thinks you'll like or gather random wildflowers or stray animals and bring them to you

He tries

—‘U’ IS FOR UGLY (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Drinking, he knows how to hold his alcohol so you don't ever see him drunk but you still don't like to see him do it

Stonewalling

—‘V’ IS FOR VANITY (How concerned are they with their appearance?)

He's not really all that concerned but since he's albino he does have to keep up with his hygiene more so than normal people

It's not really about appearance per se but cleanliness

Sunscreen, UV-blocking sunglasses, and shirts galore

—‘W’ IS FOR WHOLE (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. After he met you, his life wasn't boring or mundane anymore. He actually has something to look forward to, someone that's looking forward to him too

He doesn't ever want you to be apart from his life

—‘X’ IS FOR XTRA (Random headcannon(s) about them?)

Jeff loves it when you wear his hoodies or shirts, especially during cold nights, his clothes are so much bigger on you

It's like he marked you, he has his clothes on you with his scent rubbing off on you and anyone could tell that it's his clothes you're wearing

He gets so smug ab it, it's the perfect solution for a jealous, possessive bf

He really likes it when you wear one of his shirts with just panties underneath, good luck getting him off you then

—‘Y’ IS FOR YUCK (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Someone who's exceptionally whiny

Someone who doesn't know when to be quiet

Calling him by his full name

—‘Z’ IS FOR ZZZ (What are their sleeping habits?)

He stays up real late but when he does sleep it's heavy

He has nightmares a lot

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #jeffthekiller #jeff the killer headcanons #darling writes #jeffrey mason #jeffrey mason x reader #jeff mason x reader #tmf #the morgue files #david near #sfw alphabet #fem!reader #new writter #new writer boost

[salemwolfgang]

RULES

Who do I write for?

Derek Hale

Stiles Stilinski

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Cody Fern

Michael Langdon

Jim Mason

Duncan Shepard

Severus Snape

Perceval Graves

Simon

Daryl Dixon

Negan

Rick Grimes

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Norman Reedus

Keanu Reeves

Adam Driver

Theodore “Ted” Logan

John Constantine

John Wick

Will Graham

Hannibal (tv and movie)

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Brahms Heelshire

The Man (from hush)

Leatherface (bubba, thomas and jedediah)

Carrie (new and old ver)

Ghostface (billy and stu)

Pinhead

Tiffany (bride of chunky)

Chucky

Jack Torrance

Billy Hargrove

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Eddie Gluskin

John Winchester

Lost Boys Characters

The Hoard (Split)

Casey Cooke (Split)

Thranduil

Kandomere

Sandor Clegane

Khal Drogo

Ramsay Bolton

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Mandolorian

Boba Fett

!MASTERLIST!

What will I write?

Most NSFW (unless I don’t feel comfortable)

SFW

X Reader

Three characters x each other

Headcanons

Matchups

Oneshots

Short Stories (four parts at longest)

Character x Character

What don’t I write?

Rape/Non-con (if it’s roleplay maybe...)

Vore

NSFW for minors (every character I write smut for is 18+)

Feet 

More than two people x reader (unless I say otherwise)

How long until you get your request?

At a max of two weeks. Headcannons get posted within the next three-four days due to them being easier to write. 

If you notice your request taking longer than stated, please note that I also have a life and get easily distracted with things due to my ADHD and writers block is a thing that many experience. Feel free to send the same request to another creator if you would like yours sooner, I really don’t mind. If you do send it to someone else message me so I can delete what I have. 

REMINDER

LOOK AT MY BIO IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S OPEN. I WILL NOT RESPOND TO YOUR ASKS IF ASK FOR SOMETHING THAT’S CLOSED! 

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[ao3feed-strangerthings]

Dead by Daylight x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iikIYF

by Foxynite

Words: 62, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dead by Daylight (Video Game), Halloween Movies - All Media Types, Left 4 Dead (Video Games), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, Saw (Movies), Ash vs Evil Dead (TV), Stranger Things (TV 2016), Silent Hill (Video Game Series), The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Movies)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: Multi

Characters: Dwight Fairfield, Claudette Morel, Meg Thomas, Jake Park, Nea Karlsson, Laurie Strode, Ace Visconti, Bill Overbeck, Ash Williams, Feng Min, David King (Dead by Daylight), Quentin Smith, David Tapp, Kate Denson, Adam Francis, Jeffrey "Jeff" Johansen, Jane Romero, Nancy Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Yui Kimura, Zarina Kassir, Cheryl Mason, Evan MacMillan | The Trapper, Philip Ojomo | The Wraith, Sally Smithson | The Nurse, Lisa Sherwood | The Hag, Max Thompson Jr. | The Hillbilly, Michael Myers, Herman Carter | The Doctor, Anna | The Huntress, Leatherface | Bubba "Junior" Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Amanda Young, Kenneth "Jeffrey Hawk" Chase | The Clown, Rin Yamaoka | The Spirit, Frank Morrison, Julie (Dead by Daylight), Joey (Dead by Daylight), Susie (Dead by Daylight), F.J.S.J. | The Legion, Adiris | The Plague, Danny "Jed Olsen" Johnson | The Ghost Face, Demogorgon (Stranger Things), Kazan Yamaoka | The Oni, Caleb Quinn | The Deathslinger, Pyramid Head | The Executioner

Additional Tags: NSFW, Reader-Insert

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iikIYF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things

[hystixia]

OXYTOCIN.

SUMMARY 、YOU’RE THE LAST PERSON DR. WILSON COULD TURN TO IN HOPES OF GETTING JEFF TO TALK, BUT YOU WERE NEVER QUITE PREPARED FOR THE MONSTER THAT IS JEFFREY MASON.

FEATURING 、JEFF MASON X F!READER

WARNINGS 、MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE, MENTIONS OF KILLING, GORE, DEATH, NONCON, THREATS, MANHANDLING, HAIR PULLING, DEGRADATION, SPANKING, PUSSY SLAPPING, DACRYPHILIA, CHOKING, FORCED ORGASM, CREAMPIE, PERV!JEFF

NOTES 、his chuckles during the sessions >>>

The sight of Clarence’s exhausted face tugs at your heartstrings as you approach him and he sighs tiredly. “Is there anything I can do to help you, Dr. Wilson?” You ask quietly, you knew how taxing this job can be on the mind.

He hums, surprised for a moment before turning and looking at you and his face instantly softens as his eyes crinkle in a small smile. “Please, no need to be so formal with me.” You seem to relax a bit at that before he continues, “I’m having trouble getting one of our patients to talk. I’ve tried everything I could possibly think of, he’s just… not very cooperative.”

“Is it the same one?” You ask with curiosity and Dr. Wilson nods with a small hum, glancing at the folder in his hand.

“Yes, he’s proving to be difficult for even me to handle, I will admit.” He gives you a small look as if he’s contemplating on something before finally speaking up in a rather hesitant tone, “Pardon me for asking you such a thing but, you wouldn’t oppose trying to take a crack at him would you?”

You blink a few times, surprised he was actually asking you to take a shot at getting the patient to open up. Your lips curl up in a smile as your eyes sparkle. “Do you really mean it?”

He shrugs, returning your smile with a tired one of his own. “I don’t see why not. You’re exceptionally well at your job and I don’t doubt you could get at least something from him.” He opens the file but stops halfway and looks back at you again. “I should warn you though, he’s awfully crude and violent. During my sessions with him I learned early on that he enjoys trying to get under your skin.” You nod at his words, listening carefully and remembering each thing he said before he opened the file and placed it on the desk, showing you the profile of the patient and your eyes widen a bit at the two photos clipped to the paper that held information and details on the man.

Jeffrey Mason. The name instilled fear in a large majority of people in Forest Lawn, especially those that lost loved ones the night he took so many innocent lives. It pained you, the grief they had to bear after receiving terrible news that following morning and you consider yourself lucky you nor your friends and family were ever in his harmful way. You’re relieved to know he’s here, where he can’t hurt anyone and is restrained all the time.

The two photos, one of him before the accident and one after when he had been arrested. Despite him being held here for two years now, you’d never known anything about him besides what terrible things he had done. He looked rather normal in the before photo, but there was a dark look in his eye that made you think otherwise. The second photo was a horrific sight of its own. His burned face, the carved smile that nearly reached his ears and that animalistic look in his eyes that made your skin crawl. He looked much more like a monster in that photo and you consider he thinks he is one himself.

You give Dr. Wilson a glance as you straighten your posture. “When is the next session, Dr. Wilson?”

He chuckles quietly. “I’ve been spending less and less time on him since I have other patients to attend to, but you can start as early as next week I’d suppose.”

You give him a determined look and puff out your chest a little as you grab your things and prepare to leave for the day much like he was himself. “I will get words out of him, Doctor. I can promise you that.”

He laughs a bit at your determination as he grabs his own things and prepares to leave soon. “I have no doubt that you will.”

The next week comes surprisingly quick but maybe that’s because you were itching to try and attempt to get something out of the patient. If Dr. Wilson was struggling that surely meant you’d have a lot of trial and error yourself but you have the patience to handle any patient that’s been given to you. Surely it wouldn’t be that hard right?

“You can bring him in now.” You call out and soon after the large door squeaks and groans as it’s opened and the sound of chains jingling and clinking meets your ears as the noise bounces off the walls of the small room.

Your head turns immediately at the sudden sounds as a guard brings the patient in and Jesus he was so much scarier in person. You swallow the lump beginning to form in your throat and as hard as you tried to listen to Dr. Wilson’s words, the guy definitely intimidated you by just his presence alone.

His heavy breathing leaves uncomfortable goosebumps along your skin as you watch him practically be dragged into the room and sat in the chair. The guard clicks something on the cuffs around his hands and you realize he’s locked him to the table. At least he isn’t able to move around thankfully. His feet are chained together, leaving him very little room to move one foot in front of the other and you try to keep your gaze off him as he stares at you with those sickening eyes of his.

You clear your throat and look up at the guard, straightening your posture to appear more confident. “You can go, it’s fine.” You say and he nods before eyeing the patient chained up who’s carved smile seems to widen as he stares over and back up at the man before he’s walking out of the room and closing the loud door behind himself.

You look down at the file before you and then glance at the record player currently spinning as it records. You sigh through your nose and slowly lift your eyes up to look at his face only to see him staring back with an animalistic hunger.

“Jeffrey Mas—“ “It’s just. Jeff.” He emphasizes with a hint of aggression to his voice. You’d never heard him speak before, and you certainly hadn’t expected his voice to sound so raspy and deep.

You correct yourself, ignoring the way your heart jumped up in your throat for a moment. “Right. Jeff, we’re going to talk about you for a little while.” You sit up straight again and look down at the file to distract yourself from his eerie stare.

He breathes out a chuckle, “Heh, what do you want to know about me then?” He’s mocking you and his heavy breaths like some wild animal are starting to get to you. Now you’re realizing why Dr. Wilson had such difficulties with this guy.

You rest your forearms on the table, leaning in a bit as you stare at him and try to get over your nerves. You needed to be professional, why was it proving so difficult to do suddenly? “What were you like growing up?” You’ll start off simple, ask basic questions any other doctor or therapist would ask.

He scoffs and you swear you saw his tongue peak out the side of his carved cheek. “Angry. Really fuckin’ angry.” His eyes are casted downward no longer looking at your face and you frown a bit, you tap your finger against the table to get his attention and his eyes immediately flick up to yours.

“I need you to focus, Jeff. This is serious.” “Is that why your tits are on display?” You’re stunned, blinking a few times to process his words before staring down at your shirt. It’s merely one button that hasn’t been buttoned up with the rest, you can barely even see the line of your cleavage and he had the nerve to say such an inappropriate thing to you?!

“That is highly inappropriate, Jeff.” You suddenly snap, becoming defensive but all he does is laugh, the sound reaching your ears and reverberating off the walls.

“Oh, c’mon, doctor.” He mocks. “They were beggin’ for some attention.” He speaks in a low voice that sends shivers down your spine, his tone is sinister before he breaks out in another manic laugh, giggling to himself.

“I need you to cooperate with me.” You sigh, sitting back in your chair and he rolls his eyes as he huffs. The chains jingle as he leans in over the table.

“What if I don’t want to cooperate with you?” He spats out, suddenly hostile and it’s like a game of hot potato for you only you never know when he’s going to switch up on you.

“I’m here to help you, Jeff.” You say in a calm and soft tone, trying to not let his refusal at cooperating get under your skin.

He scoffs, an airy chuckle ringing out. “Heh, you can help me out by undoing these cuffs.” He cackles, throwing his head back as he tugs on the handcuffs circled around his wrists and attached to the restraints keeping him in the chair.

You press your lips in a thin line before responding curtly, “I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Oh, well that’s too bad isn’t it, doll?” He tilts his head, that crazed look in his eyes that makes you feel small and naked under his stare. It makes your skin crawl but you’re determined to help him, if there’s any chance he’s even salvageable.

You hum quietly to yourself, looking over at the recorder before sighing through your nose and attempting again. “Jeff, I need you to be open with me and answer my questions, please.”

He chuckles again. “Beg me again and maybe I will.” God if you could punch him in his disgusting face you would right now. You don’t dwell on it for too long, you know he’s just trying to get reactions from you.

“Will you please cooperate with me?” It’s silent save for his breathing. You try again, “Please, Jeff?”

“Ooh, I like it with you beg.” He grins, breathing out creepily as he watches you. He moves a bit in his seat and the restraints clink loudly with his movements. “You wanna know something fun?”

“I’m not quite sure I know what your definition of fun is.” You watch him carefully, looking for any signs he might try something but he seems relaxed for the most part as he leans back against the chair.

“I’ve pictured all the ways I’m going to rip you limb from limb, and then watch you bleed out.” He smiles, mangled scars twisted up as he does so. “It’ll be a sight to behold, seein’ you lying in a pool of your own blood.”

You try to not let it affect it. You clear your throat and give him an uninterested look. “I don’t think we’re getting anywhere, Jeff Mason.” He continues to laugh like a crazed man, eventually coming down as he sighs. “When did the ringing and visions start?”

“What visions?” He nearly spats out, leaning back in the chair as the restraints jingled loudly again.

“You’ve mentioned in previous sessions with Dr. Wilson that you, saw what’s coming. When did this start?” You ask, noting his behavior on the clipboard momentarily as you gave him time to think of an answer.

He sighs dramatically. “What do you think?” He snarls and you give him an unbothered look back.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, Jeff.” You reply in a soft voice like before, he seemed to be more keen to a certain extent when you talked gently but maybe you were just desperate to get this over with now and were trying everything multiple times.

“Well, aren’t you just a doll, huh?” He grins, eyes glued to your face and the way he’s looking at you makes you want to gag.

“Jeff,” You have to get him back on track whether he wants to or not. You sigh deeply through your nose and look down at the clipboard where you’re written various notes. “We aren’t getting anywhere unless you cooperate with me.”

“Oh, but we are.” He chuckles, tilting his head as he leans over the table but there’s suddenly something different about him this time and you tense up as if he’s got you at knife point. He breathes out forcefully through his nose like he’s calming himself from falling into a fit of rage. “You wanna know somethin’ else, doctor?”

You’re hesitant, giving him an unsure look as you shrink back in your chair just the slightest. “And what’s that, Jeff?”

He lets his head turn down as he laughs, turning into a full blown manic cackle as his shoulders shake like he heard the best joke ever. He raises his head again but this time the room is heavy with an unknown aura as his eyes lock onto yours. “That guard, is real lousy about checkin’ the restraints.” His smile widens, an evil glint in his eyes as a loud metal shriek rings out and you hear something clink against the ground. He’s already reached you before you can react and you try to scream out but his hand slaps over your mouth to muffle your noises as his breath is hot against the shell of your ear and he tugs you out of the chair roughly.

“Screamin’ like an animal caught in a trap, heh.” He slams you into the metal table and it feels like you’re spinning. Pain blooms in your head, throbbing your entire skull until he lifts your head up by your hair and slams your face back into a table a few more forceful times. You cough out and wheeze a breath, wincing in pain as it clouds your entire system and you’re unable to truly focus your eyes on anything.

“S-stop—“ You gasp out, hands gripping into the edge of the table as tears flood your vision and you fight back a sniffle.

He hums happily from behind you, grabbing your waist tight as he gets a feel of you before letting his hands slide down to the curve of your ass and he groans.

“Y’know,” He starts, hooking his fingers in your belt loops but you’re in too much of a daze to comprehend his actions as he starts to pull your pants down. “I think you might just be mine now, doll.”

You whine in protest, unable to form words properly and you try to push yourself up off the table but he shoves you into it with his arm against your back making you grimace in discomfort.

“Fuck, what a nice ass.” He groans with a hissed breath, already having pulled your pants down to bunch up at your knees that are practically limp as he forces his way between them. He rubs a hand over your ass before slapping it hard, the sound reverberating off the walls as you cry out in shock and pain. He chuckles behind you and does it again and again, and again.

“Stop i-it!” You cry out, biting your lip hard to distract from the raw pain tingling in your rear as you lie pathetically on the table.

“Why should I?” He jabs a finger against your clothed cunt, it’s uncomfortable as hell and clumsily pushed against your heat. “You’re fuckin’ wet from this? Dirty bitch.” He grins before giving your pussy a loud slap that sends a bolt of electricity through your body that made you squeak.

“Oh you like that, huh? Just a filthy bitch waitin’ to get her cunt fucked?” He mocks with a sneer, tugging your panties to the side and groaning at the shiny slick your pussy drools. “You are gettin’ off to this, doctor. Isn’t that unprofessional?” You wanted to scream at him, to kick him off you so you could run to the door before he ever did anything more vile to your body but it’s as if your limbs have gone numb and you’re no longer able to move them. You’re trapped and as the realization nestles itself into your heart and mind, you feel hopeless in the moment as tears start to fall and you cry silently against the table.

He spreads your pussy, forcing your legs to move further apart so he could get a good look before he’s fumbling with the orange slacks he wore and tugging his aching cock from its confinements. He groans as he pumps it a few times, mushroom tip leaking beads of precum before he’s nudging it against your cunt and pushing in without warning. You nearly shriek but he wraps a hand around your throat cutting off your airway completely as he forces his thick girth into you with a low groan.

“So fuckin’ tight, relax will ya?” He grunts out, jaw clenched tight as he bottoms out and your pussy pulses and constricts around his intruding length. It burned achingly so, and it felt like you were being ripped apart. It was agonizing and you cry as he loosens his hold on your neck and you finally get an intake of air, inhaling like a greedy and starved woman as you pant against the table.

He pulls you up and back by your hair and your arms instinctively push on the table to keep yourself upright and to dull the pain in your scalp from his tugging. He doesn’t release the grip he has on your hair though as he pulls back and then slams forward into you brutally and knocking the air from your lungs. You nearly fall forward, arms shaky and your feet barely reaching the ground as he uses you.

“Shit, are you cryin’?” He tugs your head to the side and you unfortunately get a glimpse of his face as he groans at the tears falling down your face before making you look forward again. “Fuckk, keep crying like that, you fuckin’ slut.”

You sob but not because he wants you to, no you wish you could stop the hiccuping breaths and warm tears but the pain in your entire body is too much to handle and along with the rough thrusts he’s doing, you feel like your head is gonna pop any second.

His hips snap loudly into your ass and he tugs your underwear down enough to see the handprints he left behind on the swell of your ass as he smiles and tugs on your hair again to hear a pained whimper fall from your lips.

“What a slutty fuckin’ cunt, huh? Sucking me in, you wanted this.” He grunts, your soft walls squeezing him so perfectly were starting to get to him and he could feel his cock twitch inside of you. He lets go of your hair and grabs you by your neck once again and squeezes it, feeling your pulse thump at a fast rate against his digits.

“Filthy whore, ‘m gonna dump my load into ya. Heh, you’re gonna take it like a good bitch aren’t ya?” He chuckles, voice strained as he digs his fingers into your neck and his other hand that was gripping your hip slides down your stomach and rubbing at your clit. Your hands instantly go to stop him and he holds you up by your neck and you’re forced to take short and shallow breaths as your hands try to pry his hand away from your sensitive bundle of nerves but the warmth and addictive pleasure that twists and churns in your gut makes your eyes roll back.

“Yeah, that’s it. Just give in, let me— ngh, fuckin’ use you, you dumb rapeslut.” His face tenses up as your walls flutter around him and he laughs. “Gonna cum from rape? Try to stop it then, c’mon. You can do it, doll.” He mocks with a grin but your body betrays you and your walls contract around him as you cream around his cock but he keeps thrusting, unrelenting and unstoppable as he groans at the feeling and chases his high.

“Good fuckin’ rapedoll, huh?” He’s just humiliating you even more now and you sob out as you beg and babble.

“S-stop it, Jeff!— haah, d-don’t do it, please!” You cry pathetically, trying to pull away from him but you’re pinned and it’s useless to try and stop him. He was a fucking monster. “Pull o-out, ngh— oooh!”

He snarls, squeezing your throat so tight you can’t breathe again as he ruts into you like an animal, each brutal thrust bumping your cervix painfully. “I’m cum where I fuckin’ want to, bitch.” He spats, slapping your ass hard but you can’t gasp for breath, you couldn’t fucking breathe.

You open your mouth pathetically as your hands grab at his wrist to pry off his hold on your throat but it’s pointless. He groans behind you and shortly after his thrusts grow sloppy and warmth floods your cunt. Your eyes widen in fear and you try to scream out but no sound leaves you as tears flood your vision, blurring it once more. He laughs like a maniac behind you as he stills his hips and grinds purposefully into your sensitive walls before pulling out and letting your panties keep his cum from spilling out and making a mess.

He pulls away from you, lets you gasp like a fish out of water for a few moments and with what little dignity you had left you manage to tug your pants back up right before he forces that door open and lunges at the guard with a crazed chuckle.

You don’t remember much of what happened after that. You remember seeing him bash the guard’s head into the wall and then violently punching another one to death. Your eyes grow heavy and your body lies weakly against the table as you watch him disappear down a hall, covered in blood before your consciousness slipped away.

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[polishbiatchh]

Rozdział I — Naucz mnie kochać — Connor x OC

Ja pitolę, przepisuję to już chyba trzeci raz — bo kochany tumblr postanowił, że parę razy mi opublikuje nie dokończoną wersję..

Anyway, oto obiecany Rozdział Pierwszy — Connor x OC. Wersja "Connor x Reader", pojawi się dzień później, tzn. 20.06.2018 ( Jutro ).

Miłego czytania! ❤

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Czasu nie da się cofnąć — Annie, dobrze o tym wiedziała — jednak niektóre błędy przeszłości można naprawić. Siedziała teraz przy biurku, z toną papierów przed sobą.

— Annie, minęło tyle lat.. Zabójca mógł nawiać, a nawet zginąć — odezwał się Chris, łapiąc dziewczynę za ramię.

— Jestem tak blisko od rozwiązania tej całej sprawy. Czuję to, potrzeba mi tylko czasu — zapewniła go Annie, posyłając mu lekki uśmiech.

— Nie wątpie w to — oznajmił, po krótkiej chwili dodał: — Ale Kapitan Fowler, owszem.

— Rozwiązanie leży pod moim nosem, muszę tylko otworzyć..

Nagle Annie, dostała olśnienia. Zaczęła chaotycznie przekładać stosy papierów przed sobą, dopóki ich ułożenie jej nie usatysfakcjonowało.

— Czyżbyś na coś wpadła? — zapytał z zaciekawieniem mężczyzna.

— Znalazłam sprawcę — odpowiedziała, a na jej twarzy pojawiła się mina, przedstawiająca skupienie. — I potrzebuję mojego partnera, by doprowadzić tę sprawę do końca.

Annie i Chris, w końcu dotarli na miejsce — jakim był stary i wyglądający na opuszczony dom, położony z dala od centrum miasta.

— Jesteś pewna, że to tutaj? — zapytał mężczyzna.

— Bardziej pewna, już być nie mogę — zapewniła go Annie, po czym dodała: — Wszystkie dowody sprowadzają nas tutaj, a to znaczy, że nie innej opcji.

— A kogo właściwie szukamy, jeśli mogę spytać?

— Tony Mason — zaczęła dziewczyna, wyciągając telefon z kieszeni swojego płaszcza. Odblokowała go jednym ruchem palca i pokazała akta sprawy swojemu partnerowi. Po tym czynie, kontynuowała: — Wcześniej skazany za pobicia i drobne kradzieże. Mieszka teraz na odludziu i rzadko widuje się z ludźmi; Wszystkie ślady wskazują na niego.

— W takim razie, nie traćmy czasu — odezwał się Chris. — Bądź przygotowana na wszystko.

— Zawsze jestem.

Oboje partnerów zaczęło zbliżać się powoli, do owego domu. Prawdę mówiąc, żadne z nich nie chciało tu być — dom odpychał nie tylko wyglądem, a także mroczną aurą, jaka wokół niego panowała. Jednak jedynym pragnieniem Annie, było teraz rozwiązanie sprawy i przyniesienie spokoju swojemu bratu. Gdy zbliżyli się do drzwi, które były równie obskurne co cały dom, zadzwonili dzwonkiem, znajdującym się po prawej stronie wejścia. Na ich szczęście, drzwi otworzyły się równie szybko, a w nich stanął wysoki szatyn z białą koszulą.

— W czym mogę państwu pomóc? — zapytał uprzejmym głosem, lekko uchylając drzwi wejściowe.

— Czy zastaliśmy pana Tony'ego Masona w domu? — zapytała Annie, wyciągając swoją policyjną odznakę razem z Chrisem i pokazując je mężczyznie. Po tym dodała: — Policja Detroit, mamy nakaz zatrzymania Pana osoby.

Mężczyzna przez chwilę wyglądał na zdziwionego. Jego zdziwienie, po chwili przerodziło się w strach. W następnej chwili, zaczął już uciekać, odpychając z drogi policjantów, na chwilę ich dezorientując. Annie i Chris, jednak błyskawicznie odzyskali świadomość, wyjęli swoje bronie i rzucili się w pogoń za przestępcą.

— Stój, bo strzelam! — wrzasnął Chris, celując bronią w mężczyznę.

Ten jednak, całkowicie zignorował słowa policjanta i biegł dalej przed siebie, potykając się kilka razy.

— Annie ucieka nam!

Dziewczyna zareagowała błyskawicznie i wymierzając pocisk w mężczyznę, trafiła go w nogę, przewracając go na ziemię — co dawało im więcej czasu, by złapać owego zbiega.

— Cholera jasna! — jeknął Tony z bólu, trzymając za zakrawioną nogę. W tym samym czasie, Chris odpiął kajdanki od swojego pasa i skuł mężczyznę, zmuszając go do wstania z ziemi.

— Masz prawo zachować milczenie — odezwał się, prowadząc zbiega w stronę radiowozu.

Tony szarpał się przez chwilę, jednak po umieszczeniu go w radiowozie, trochę się uspokoił. Gdy Chris zamknął drzwi pojazdu, podszedł do lekko zszokowanej Annie i poklepał ją po plecach:

— Dobra robota, partnerko — pochwalił ją, z lekkim uśmiechem. Jednak na twarzy młodej kobiety nie spostrzegł zadowolenia, lecz przygnębienie. Zapytał więc: — Co Cię gryzie?

— Chciałam go złapać bez użycia broni — oznajmiła Annie, cicho wzdychając i krzyżując ręcę na piersi.

— Sytuacja tego wymagała. Inaczej, w ogóle byśmy go nie złapali. Możesz być z siebie dumna — pochwalił ją Chris, próbując trochę uspokoić swoją partnerkę.

— Fowler nie będzie zadowolony..

— Złapałaś zbiega, którzy przez trzynaście lat nie został osądzony ze swoich czynów. Po prostu uwierz w siebie, dziewczyno.

Annie dobrze wiedziała, że to co zrobiła, kwalifikuję się jako "Dobry uczynek" — jednak coś z tyłu głowy podpowiadało jej, że za łatwo to wszystko poszło.

— Wsiadasz? — zapytał Chris, pukając w szybę, koło której stała Annie. Dziewczyna szybko kiwnęła głową i usiadła na miejscu pasażera.

Gdy wszyscy byli już wewnątrz pojazdu, ten ruszył w stronę komisariatu policji Detroit.

Pogoda na zewnątrz znacznie się popsuła, odkąd dwoje partnerów wyruszyło na misję. Chmury przykryły wcześniej dające światło słońce i mogło się wydawać, że zaraz rozpęta się sroga ulewa. Chris i Annie, nie odzywali się do siebie podczas drogi — tak jak to mieli w zwyczaju. Jedno z nich skupione było na drodze, natomiast drugie na przyglądaniu się przestępcy, siedzącym na tylnym siedzeniu radiowozu. Po dość krótkiej przejażdżce, partnerzy znaleźli się na komisariacie. Annie zajęła się zbiegiem, podczas gdy Chris otwierał jej wszystkie drzwi.

— Do celi z nim. Gdy skończysz, Kapitan Fowler oczekuję Cię w swoim gabinecie — poinformował ją Chris, sam wracając do swojego biurka.

Komisariat Policji Detroit — miejsce, w którym policja wymierza sprawiedliwość, karząc za zbrodnie i osądzając podejrzanych. Młoda pani policjant, widziała tu już wiele znajomych twarzy: Jej partner — sierżant Chris Miller — pił teraz swoją poranną kawę, której nie zdążył wypić wcześniej. Widać było teraz jego krótko ścięte, brązowe włosy, które chował pod czapką policyjną. Na około komisariatu kręciła się też sierżant Tina Chen — tej Annie nie znała zbyt dobrze — jedynie z widzenia. Wyglądała na dość młodą kobietę o azjatyckich korzeniach. W swoim gabinecie, na pewno czekał już na nią Kapitan Jeffrey Fowler. Mężczyzna w podeszłym wieku, z łysiną na głowie. To on zarządzał całym komisariatem. Jak przez mgłę, przebijał się też porucznik Hank Anderson — i jego android. O nim, Annie słyszała tylko różnorakie plotki i opowieści. A jego androida, jeszcze na oczy nie widziała.

— Nie szarp się tak, utrudniasz tak życie nam obojga — powiedziała szorstkim tonem, próbując przywołać do porządku mężczyznę w kajdankach.

— Nic na mnie nie macie — wykłucał się mężczyzna, próbując oswobodzić ręce.

— Żebyś tylko się nie zdziwił — warknęła na niego Annie, popychając go w stronę celi.

Owe cele, znajdowały się za biurem Kapitana Fowlera i stanowiły trzy, średniej wielkości pomieszczenia, z ławą przy ścianie. Annie wepchnęła zbiega do pierwszej z nich i zamknęła ją, używając skanera zaraz obok niej. Gdy mężczyzna siedział już w swojej celi, Annie, zgodnie z rozkazem udała się do gabinetu swojego przełożonego.

— Siadaj Annie, mamy do pogadania — odezwał się Fowler, gdy tylko młoda pani detektyw przekroczyła próg gabinetu.

— Dzień dobry kapitanie. O czym chciał pan ze mną porozmawiać? — przywitała się Annie, siadając na fotelu przed jego biurkiem.

— Czy to prawda, że udało Ci się złapać mordercę Matthewsa Cartera?

— Owszem kapitanie. Właśnie czeka na swoje przesłuchanie — odpowiedziała niepewnie dziewczyna, nie wiedząc czy spodziewać się pochwały, czy raczej zganienia. 

— Dobra robota, Carter. Upewnij się tylko, by dostać zeznania — oznajmił Fowler, wracając do swojego poprzedniego zajęcia. Dodał jeszcze: — Możesz już iść.

Annie wstała z fotelu, pożegnała się z kapitanem i wyszła z jego biura, po czym skierowała się do miejsca, gdzie właśnie przebywał jej partner.

— I co Fowler miał Ci do powiedzenia? — zapytał Chris, gdy tylko zobaczył Annie przed swoim stanowiskiem pracy.

— Na początku, myślałam, że skarci mnie za to, że go postrzeliłam — przerwała na chwilę dziewczyna. Gdy zaczerpnęła oddech, mówiła dalej: — Jednak tak się nie stało. Powiedział tylko “dobra robota” i kazała upewnić się, bym dostała prawdziwe zeznania.

— Fowler Cię pochwalił. Nie prawdopodobne — zażartował Chris, śmiejąc się pod nosem.

— Też się dziwię; Żarty, żartami. Będziesz mi potrzebny do przesłuchania, jeżeli zwolni nam się pokój.

— A kogo przesłuchują? — zapytał mężczyzna, wstając z krzesła.

— Z tego co słyszałam, jakiegoś androida który zabił swojego właściciela — powiedziała, krzyżując ręce na piersi.

— Defekt? — zapytał Chris.

— Innego by nie przesłuchiwali — odpowiedziała Annie, siadając na rogu biurka.

— Jak chcesz to przeprowadzić?

— Najważniejsze będzie to, żeby nie sprawić złego, drugiego wrażenia. Zrobię to na spokojnie. Jeżeli będzie trzeba, to trochę pokrzyczę — wytłumaczyła mu, odgarniając kilka kosmyków, które wypadło jej z kucyka.

— Sądziłem, że będziesz go torturować, albo coś podobnego.. W końcu, to on zabił twojego brata, czyż nie? — dopytywał mężczyzna.

— On sam będzie się torturował, gdy udowodnimy mu winę — dodała, a na jej twarzy pojawił się lekki uśmiech. W tym samym czasie, drzwi od pokoju przesłuchań stanęły otworem, a z nich wyszedł sam porucznik Hank Anderson i jego android.

— Annie, pokój jest wolny — zagaił Chris, uderzając dziewczynę lekko w ramię, by zwrócić jej uwagę.

— Widzę. Przygotuj dowody, a ja zajmę się więźniem — poprosiła Annie, udając się w stronę celi, w której siedziała wcześniej złapany zbieg. Dość szybkim krokiem, udała się ona w stronę owego miejsca. Po drodze, minęła się z Hankiem i jego androidem — z którym wymieniła się spojrzeniami. Ten moment trwał dosłownie chwilę, ale Annie poczuła jak przez całe jej ciało, przechodzi dziwne uczucie napięcia. Postanowiła je jednak zignorować i szła dalej. Gdy dotarła do czeli, otworzyła jej drzwi skanerem obok, skuła więźnia w kajdanki i zaprowadziła do pokoju przesłuchań — tym razem, bez większych sprzeciwów. Tam też, czekał na nią Chris. Annie zaprowadziła go do krzesła, znajdującego się na środku pokoju i pomogła na nim usiąść. Sama zajęła miejsce naprzeciwko mężczyzny i otworzyła mały, beżowy folder, znajdujący się koło niej. Zawierał on dowody, które do tej pory zgromadziła, oraz zdjęcia ofiary z roku dwa tysiące dwudziestego piątego. Chwyciła w dłonie kilka zdjęć i skierowała w stronę mężczyzny, mówiąc:

— Pamiętasz tego chłopaka? — zapytała poważnym tonem, marszcząc brwi. — To Matthew Carter. To jego zabiłeś trzynaście lat temu. Jaki był powód tego morderstwa?

— Nic ze mnie nie wyciągniecie — syknął krótko.

Annie dała znak porozumiewawczy do Chrisa — a przynajmniej tak jej się zdawało, gdyż w pokoju przesłuchań znajdowało się lustro weneckie — co informowało jej partnera, że teraz sprawę poprowadzi od innej strony.

— Ten chłopak miał rodzinę — zaczęła Annie, uderzając w uczuciowe kwestie. Jej ton głosu zmienił się w bardziej sentymentalny niż przedtem, co pozytywnie wpływało na osiągnięcie efektu pożądanego przez Annie. Mówiła więc dalej: — Jego ojciec, godzinami szukał syna. Gdy w końcu go znalazł, załamał się. A gdy jego żona się o tym dowiedziała, wyrzuciła go z domu. Tego dnia, stracił nie tylko swoją całą rodziną, ale także musiał żyć z świadomością tego, że to przez niego, jego ukochany syn nie żyje. Musi żyć ze świadomością, że nie był wystarczająco dobrym ojcem, że zawiódł swoje dziecko; Jakbyś się poczuł, gdybyś był w jego skórze?

Mężczyzna milczał. Na jego twarzy pojawiał się znak przejawianej skruchy — na taki właśnie efekt, liczyła dziewczyna — kontynuowała:

— Ten mężczyzna, miał też córkę. Córkę, która płakała noc w noc, po swoim bracie. Miała się nigdy nie dowiedzieć, lecz ciekawość była silniejsza. I teraz przypłaca to gorzkim płaczem. Jej matka nie dawała rady, podarować jej wsparcia którego potrzebowała. Zajęła się więc pracą, sądząc, że zawód pozwoli jej zapomnieć. Ale tak się nie stało. Produkując dzieci — androidy, w oczach miała tylko obrazy swojego synka. Ta cała rodzina, straciła ukochanego syna i brata, przez morderstwo. Chłopak miał tylko piętnaście lat, mógł tyle przeżyć, lecz nie dane mu było skosztować tego wszystkiego. Jak myślisz, co oni czują po tych trzynastu latach, gdy wiedzą, że morderca dalej nie został ukarany?

— Zostałem zmuszony — powiedział w końcu. — Gdybym wtedy nie zabił tego chłopaka.. Nawet nie chcę o tym myśleć.

— Kto Cię do tego zmusił? — zapytała Annie, upewniając się, że jej ton jest tak spokojny, jak tylko można.

— Ten mężczyzna. Ojciec tego chłopaka, był policjantem. Miał konkurencję i chciał się jej pozbyć.

— Dlaczego uległeś temu napastnikowi? — dopytywała dziewczyna.

— Groził, że zabije moją żonę jeżeli tego nie zrobię. Kiedyś pożyczył mi sporą sumę, więc miał idealny pretekst na zwalenie brudnej roboty na kogoś innego. Uległem, bo.. Nie miałem innego wyjścia. Życie mojej żony było najważniejsze.

— Jak nazywał się ten mężczyzna?

— Z tego co pamiętam, podawał się za niejakiego “Pana R.” Nic więcej nigdy nie mówił.

— W takim razie, dlaczego nie pamiętasz jak się nazywa, skoro twierdzisz, że pożyczyłeś od niego pieniądze? — zapytała, raz jeszcze.

— Prawdę mówiąc, to żona pożyczyła je dla mnie. Na operację, która miała uratować mi życie — odpowiedział mężczyzna, biorąc głęboki oddech.

— Rozumiem. Czy jej coś jeszcze co powinnam wiedzieć?

— To wszystko co wiem.

— Dziękuję Ci za zeznania — odezwała się w końcu Annie, wstając od stołu i zmierzając do wyjścia, do póki nie zatrzymał ją głos więźnia.

— Co się ze mną teraz stanie? — zapytał niepewnie, unosząc głowę lekko w jej stronę.

— Przykro mi, moim zadaniem było tylko uzyskać od Pana zeznania. Naprawdę nie wiem, przepraszam — skłamała Annie, próbując brzmieć na jak najbardziej wiarygodną. — Chris skończyłam. Annie w tym czasie wyszła z pokoju przesłuchań i skierowała się do swojego biurka. Zamiast czuć zadowolenie z rozwiązanej sprawy — czuła jakby popełniła ogromny błąd, który teraz ciąży jej na plecach.

— Carter, mogę Cię ponownie prosić do mojego gabinetu? — krzyknął Fowler, wychodząc na chwilę ze swojego biura.

— Oczywiście, kapitanie — odpowiedziała dziewczyna, po czym szybkim krokiem, podeszła do biura swojego przełożonego. Gdy znalazła się już w środku, usiadła na tym samym fotelu, na którym siedziała jakiś czas temu i zapytała sarkastycznie:

— O czym pan zapomniał poprzednim razem, kapitanie?

— Doszły mnie słuchy, że uzyskałaś zeznania od świadka. Cieszy mnie ten fakt. Utorowałaś sobie tym drogę do awansu i przypisania do nowej sprawy. Twoja pomoc mogłaby naprawdę przydać się tym dwóm jełopom  — wytłumaczył jej Fowler, na chwilę spoglądając swoim wzrokiem na dziewczynę.

— Nie rozumiem, kapitanie? 

— Od jutra zaczynasz pracę z Andersonem i jego plastikowym przydupasem. Sprawy defektów, mówi Ci to coś? 

— Tak; Tylko, Kapitanie.. Mam jeszcze jedno pytanie, jeżeli mogę — wtrąciła się, dziewczyna, zmieniając kompletnie temat ich dialogu.

— Słucham.

— Tamta sprawa.. Nie jest jeszcze do końca rozwiązana, tak mamy mordercę, ale coś nim kierowało. Czy mogłabym doprowadzić ją do końca? — zapytała Annie, próbując być jak najbardziej przekonująca.

— Jak na razie, proszę abyś skupiła się sprawą dotyczącą defektów. Skoro morderca został unieszkodliwiony, chyba mogłabyś wrócić do tamtej sprawy później, prawda?

— Oczywiście, kapitanie.

— Witaj w domu, Annie. Czy mogę wziąć Ci płaszcz? — przywitał się Victor, otwierając dziewczynie drzwi wejściowe. To android, który pomaga jej ojcu w porządkach domowych. Dotrzymuje mu także towarzystwa.

— Dzień dobry Victor. Bardzo dziękuję — odpowiedziała mu, podając swój płaszcz. — Czy zastałam mojego tatę w domu?

— Jest w garażu, Annie. Zaprowadzić Cię? — zaproponował Victor, wskazując dłonią miejsce położenia garażu.

— Dziękuję za propozycję Victor, ale nie trzeba — odpowiedziała mu, posyłając lekki uśmiech.

— Oczywiście, Annie. Miłego dnia.

Dziewczyna udała się w miejsce, na które wskazywał Victor, by dotrzeć do garażu ojca — miejscu, które po stracie pracy w policji, stało się jego stałym miejscem przebywania.  Przechodząc przez długi hol, jej myśli skupiały się na tym, jak to wszystko opisać? Jedyny trop jaki pozostawił jej przesłuchiwany mężczyzna, jest tajemniczy “Pan R.”, o którym Annie nie miała żadnego pojęcia.

— Cześ tato! — przywitała się dziewczyna, wchodząc do garażu swojego ojca. Wypełniony on był stosem różnych narzędzi, kanistrami z benzyną, olejem i innymi substancjami których Annie nie rozpoznawała. Na środku całego pomieszczenia, stał stary samochód — prawdopodobnie Honda Accord, jednak co do tego, Annie nie miała stuprocentowej pewności. Thomas, lekko zdziwił się na te słowa — co spowodowało, że uderzył się w głowę, gdy chciał przywitać się ze swoją córką.

— Witaj Annie. Co Cię do mnie sprowadza? Od razu uprzedzam, nie mam pieniędzy — przywitał ją Thomas, swoim typowym tekstem, gładząc się po miejscu uderzenia.

— Nie po to tu przyszłam. Przy czym ty znowu tak majstrujesz? — zapytała Annie, śmiejąc się pod nosem. 

—  A, to? To, moja droga jest Honda Accord IV generacji. Teraz to już antyk. Jest starszy nawet od Ciebie. W tym roku trzydzieści sześć lat — wytłumaczył jej Thomas, patrząc sentymentalni na swój samochód. — Ale dość o samochodach, co Cię do mnie sprowadza?

— Mam dla Ciebie dobre wieści, a przynajmniej tak mi się wydaję, że Ci się spodobają — powiedziała Annie, niepewna swoich słów.

— To może przejdziemy do salonu? — zaproponował Thomas. Annie szybko kiwnęła głową i oboje udali się dużego i przestronnego salonu. Pomalowany był na jasny, niebieski kolor z kilkoma, dużymi oknami i wyjściem na taras. Na środku pokoju, stał pięćdziesięciu — calowy, zakrzywiony telewizor, a do niego przysunięta była, duża szara sofa. Po prawej stronie, stał stół jadalny w kolorze szarości i czterema krzesłami przysuniętymi do niego. Zaraz przy wejściu stał dużej wielkości, brązowy regał z tonami papierowych książek, a tym takie klasyki jak Folwark Zwierzęcy, Stary Człowiek i morze, Romeo i Julia, Makbet i tym podobne.

— W takim razie, o czym chciałaś porozmawiać? — zapytał Thomas, gdy oboje usiedli na sofie. 

—  Nie za bardzo wiem od czego zacząć — zadumała dziewczyna, łapiąc się za kark. Nie zważając jednak na brak jakiejkolwiek spójności w zdaniu, które miała właśnie wypowiedzieć, powiedziała: — Tato, morderca Matta został znaleziony. 

— To.. Świetne wiadomości. Nawet nie wiem co powiedzieć — zatrzymał się na chwilę, by poukładać myśli. Gdy rytm serca trochę mu się uspokoił, mówił dalej: — Dlaczego sądziłaś, że mi się nie spodobają?

— Bo ta sprawa ma drugie dno. Okazuje się, że sprawcą kierował strach. Morderstwo było na zlecenie, a zlecił je niejaki “Pan R.” Tylko tyle udało mi się z niego wydobyć.

— Annie. Rozwiązałaś sprawę, której nawet twój ojciec nie dał rady rozwiązać. Jeżeli jest tam drugie dno, to ty z pewnością je odszyfrujesz! Wystarczy cierpliwości — dodał jej otuchy, próbując zdjąć z jej twarzy smutek, który pojawił się kilka chwil temu.

— Gdy tylko będę miała czas, tak, zajmę się tym. Ale tak się stało, że dostałam awans na porucznika i nową sprawę w zestawie. Będę zajmować się teraz defektami, razem z Porucznikiem Andersonem i jego androidem.

— Hank? Ten stary piernik? Przecież on nie znosi tych plastikowych durni — zaśmiał się Thomas. — Życzę Ci powodzenia. Hank czasem potrafi być nieznośny. Ale, android detektyw? Tego jeszcze nie było.

— Tato, dlaczego tak nie znosisz androidów? — zapytała w końcu Annie, nie rozumiejąc nienawiści jaką przejawiał wobec androidów jej ojciec.

— Androidy, zabierają ludziom pracę.To właśnie przez nie, musiałem oddać moją odznakę. Zająć się czymś, co nie było moją życiową pasją. Uważaj, by tylko Ciebie nie spotkało to samo co mnie, Annie. Sam fakt, że wyrzucają Cię z pracy, ponieważ postanowili Cię zastąpić komputerem w ludzkim przebraniu.. Okropne uczucie. 

— Technologia nie stoi w miejscu tato.

— Wiem. I to mnie właśnie przeraża.

#connor #connor detroit become human #dbh connor #connor x oc #connor rk800 #detroit become human #dbh #dbh ff #fanfiction #oc #dbh hank #hank anderson #detroit become human hank

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Fanfiction Recommendations

Here’s a revamped fic rec list that hopefully Tumblr won’t screw up this time!

Many works are NSFW so consider yourself warned!

Categorized by Fandom:

Star Wars

Includes: Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader | General Hux x Reader | Kylo x Reader x Hux

Marvel

Includes:

Bucky Barnes x Reader | Steve Rogers x Reader | Steve x Reader x Bucky | Loki x Reader | Tony Stark x Reader | Doctor Strange x Reader | Thor x Reader

American Horror Story

Includes: Michael Langdon x Reader

The Walking Dead 

Includes: Negan x Reader | Negan x Reader x Rick | Negan x Reader x Simon

Supernatural

Includes: John Winchester x Reader | Sam Winchester x Reader | Dean Winchester x Reader | Castiel (Casifer) x Reader

Nostalgia Rec: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Includes: Spike x Willow | Willow x Angel | Spike x Willow x Angel

From Dusk Til Dawn: The Series

Includes: Richie x Kate x Seth | Richie x Kate

Star Trek AOS

Includes: Jim Kirk x Reader | Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy x Reader

Multiple Characters - One Actor

Pedro Pascal (Misc. Characters)

Includes: The Mandalorian (Din Djarin) x Reader | Oberyn Martell x Reader | Javier Pena x Reader | Agent Whiskey x Reader | Max Lord x Reader | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x Reader | Dave York x Reader | Marcus Pike x Reader | Ezra x Reader | Commandante Veracruz x Reader

Oscar Isaac (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Poe Dameron x Reader | Nathan Bateman x Reader | Santiago ‘Pope’ Garcia x Reader

Sebastian Stan (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Charles Blackwood x Reader | Destroyer!Chris x Reader | Lance Tucker x Reader

Karl Urban (Misc. Characters)

Includes: John Kennex x Reader | Lord Vaako x Reader

Jeffrey Dean Morgan (Misc. Characters)

Includes: The Comedian x OC | Henry Delarue x OC

Tom Hiddleston (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Coriolanus x OC (Coriolanus) | Thomas Sharpe x Reader/OC (Crimson Peak)

Cody Fern (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Duncan Shepherd x Reader (House of Cards) | Jim Mason x Reader (Tribes of Palos Verdes)

Adam Driver (Misc. Characters)

Includes: Clyde Logan x Reader (Lucky Logan) | Adam Sackler x Reader (Girls) | Flip Zimmerman x Reader (Blackkklansman)

#fic recs #fic recommendation #the walking dead #negan fanfiction #negan x reader #negan x reader x rick #negan x reader x simon #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #supernatural #john winchester #john winchester x reader #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader x steve #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #captain america #loki #loki x reader #star trek #star trek aos #leonard mccoy