#daddy!will shaw x little!reader

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Girl Bradshaw

Summary: Seeing your estranged brother and godfather so close and friendly, makes your insides churn. You lost Pete, the only father you've ever know, because of Bradley. So, why the hell were they acting as if Bradley hadn't hated him for the past nineteen years.

Pairing(s): Jake "Hangman" Seresin x F! Bradshaw! Reader

Warning(s): language, estranged family issues, reader's got daddy issues and brother issues, reader's got a set appearance but feel free to change it you want

A/n: I have the next couples chapters written out already and it could work as a non jake seresin x reader. I was wondering if that's something you'd all be interested in or if I should keep it as a jake seresin x reader

Part 3: All is said and well or is it?

"Bradley?"

The past two years of Bradley's life feel like taboo when he hears your voice call out to him. The fight you two had nineteen years ago comes flooding back to him and guilt pools in his stomach. Your young, crying face flashes in his mind.

The moment your eyes land on Pete behind Bradley, rage sets in. The only man who acted like a dad to you and then cut you off. The man who was the reason you lost your brother was standing six feet away from you.

"Braidy..." Pete whispers as your mouth runs dry. Silent, you look from Bradley to Pete and back to Bradley. He's so different from the teen you knew nineteen years ago. He's a man now. He's taller, his hair is darker, there's faint scars on his neck and face, and most of all, he looks like the spitting image of your dead dad. Looking at him makes you sick, and you force yourself to look at Pete.

Jake, uncomfortable with the tense atmosphere, comes up behind you and places his hand on the small of your back. His touch makes you jump and you grab his arm before twisting it. A pained cry escapes his mouth as the people around you move to help Jake. Realizing what you've done, you let Jake go and take a step away. Your breathing is uneasy and your body feels hot.

"What the hell!" a black man says as he comes to step in between you and Jake. You see more people start to close in and your body goes rigid.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm not good with touch- I really am sorry," you stutter. Jake is rubbing his shoulder blade and looks at you with worry and confusion, except you never look at him because your eyes are back on Bradley.

The rest of the dagger squad now have their eyes on you and Bradley. Natasha is the first one to make the connection. You and Bradley almost look the same. Your features are more feminine, but the similarities are undeniable. The only difference between the two of you is that your eyes are blue, a trait you inherit from Carole. Despite the difference in eye color, Pete's reaction to you proves a relationship between the three of you.

Also, your name is Braidy? Wow, Bradley and Braidy. Your parents were comedians. "Shaw!" a young voice calls out. All eyes turn to see a little blonde girl running towards you. As all your worries and problems fade away, a wide smile makes its way to your face. You crouch down and pick the little girl up.

"My girl!" The girl wraps her arms around your neck and she places her hands on your each side of your face.

"Daddy said to come save you," she mumbled before she buries her head into your neck. You chuckled before patting her back.

"I'm saved. Thank you."

"You have a kid?" Bradley asks, his eyes wide as he looks at the girl who's trying to hide from all the prying eyes. You brush him off before turning to Jake. You sigh again and a guilty and sorry look over comes your face.

"I really am sorry, Jake." Jake simply nods his head and you take a deep breath. "Who brought you here?" you ask Sarah as she plays with your hair.

"Eva." At the mention of the woman, you turn to look at the bar and see her watching you with Zack. Nodding at the two of them, your eyes go back to the girl.

"I'll take you home now. How about I read you a story and we can rewatch that disney movie you like." Sarah nods happily to your offer. You're about to leave when Pete calls out to you. Reluctantly turning your eyes to the older man, the sorry look he has on his face gives you a little satisfaction

"I-"

"Don't. Just don't. I don't care." Heartbreak spreads onto Pete's face at your words. Your heart aches at his face and the memories of the despair you felt when you realized that Pete abandoned you runs through you.

You quickly turn on your heel and start walking to Zack and Eva. Telling them the situation, Zack agrees and gives you the keys to his car. After, you make your way to your friends and tell them you're taking Sarah home. Bradley calls your name and you pray that he doesn't make a scene.

Your friends eyes watch with confusion as the your brother tries to plead you to talk with him. Jensen's the first one to act when he sees the tension in your shoulders. "Sorry, bud, but we've gotta get the little lass home. It's late, you know." Bradley dismiss him as he tries to get you to look at him but your eyes are stuck on the floor.

"Braidy, please. I'm sorry! Please look at me! Talk to me! I'm your brother!" You scoff in disbelief as you roll your eyes.

"My brother left me when I was fourteen. As far as I'm concerned, he might as well be dead cause I've been on my own since freshman year of high school." Sarah's small whimper makes you cradled her head as you calm yourself. "Look, we're gonna be working together. Just stay out of my way and leave me alone, Bradley."

Jensen puts a hand on your back and acts a wall to separate you and Bradley. When your brother tries to get closer to, Carlos and Ethan are quick to their feet to push him back, and Amy and Nolan are trying to stop the questioning eyes from watching any further.

When you make it to the parking lot, your shoulders feel lighter and the night air is calming. Sarah's head becomes heavier on your shoulder and you know that she's fallen asleep. You take the keys that Zack gave you and toss them to Jensen. You strap Sarah into her car seat and settle into the passenger's seat. The drive to the Ramsey residence is quiet and your mind is running at high speed.

When did Pete and Bradley make up?

Why hadn't they told you?

Why did Pete cut off all contact with with you after you told him about the argument between you and Bradley?

Why is it that Bradley is one that always gets a dad while you don't?

Jensen softly closes Sarah's bedroom door behind him as he runs a hand through his hair. After years in the raiders, his footsteps make no noise as he makes his way to the living room. He sees you leaning against the couch with your knees pulled to your chest and your head buried into your arms.

"(y/n)?" he asks softly. You don't move at all and he sighs before sitting down next to you. "You in there?" He bumps his shoulder with yours and you finally look up. Your eyes are blank and he frowns. He's seen this version of you, and he hates it. The last time he's seen you like this was after what happened in Russia.

Before he knows what he's doing, his hands are cradling your face. You let out a shaky breath and your eyebrow twitches as you try to stop yourself from crying. Jensen smiles softly as he brushes your hair out of your face. "There you are beautiful girl," Jensen mutters softly.

That's all it takes before you let your tears fall. You let Jensen pull you onto his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. By now, you're straddling his legs and you face is buried into the crook of his neck. "I hate him, Jensen..." you croak, your hiccups almost making it impossible for Jensen to understand what you're saying. The only thing he can do is rub your back and give you soft whispers of reassurance.

By the time you're done crying your heart out, your eyes are puffy and you feel exhausted. You've shifted from your previous position and decide to lean your head on Jensen's shoulder instead. The rattling of the doorknob sends you both into flight or fight mode and you both relax when Zack walks through the door, a tired and worried smile on his face.

"You feeling ok, (y/n)?" the blond asks you as he moves to set his things down. Silently nodding at him, you grab your things and let him press a gentle kiss to your forehead and thank both you and Jensen for taking Sarah home and staying. You wait by the door as Jensen and Zack exchange a couple words. You know they're talking about Bradley but don't have the energy to tell them to just leave it alone.

Once he's done, Jensen leads you out the door and is at the bottom of the stairs when you stop. You're standing at the top of the porch stairs and look down at him. He turns to you with a confused look and asks what's wrong. "I love you," you say, you eyes staring into his. His cheeks slightly flush as he chuckles.

"I know."

"I'm serious. You're my best friend."

'You're the only person who I really think of as my brother' is what you don't say out loud, but Jensen understands what you're trying to say.

"And you're mine," he replies.

Your eyes are still puffy when you wake up. The sun isn't even up when you rise from your bed. Grumbling, you shut off your alarm and begin to get ready for the day. A day you dreaded once you found out that Pete and Bradley were going to be a part of the team that your own was going to have to cooperate with for a mission.

Knocking at your door stops you from thinking any more about your family. Checking through the peephole, you see Jensen standing with a tray of two iced coffees in one hand and a bag in the other. Opening the door, you let him walk into your apartment.

"Brought you breakfast. Ice coffee and an everything bagel, toasted, with strawberry cream cheese." Smiling, you let him set everything up on the dinner table before sitting across from him. Silence fills the room as you both eat your own bagels. Jensen's the first one to break it. "You gonna be alright today?"

Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you nod. "Like you said, I'm gonna have to be ok with them being here.” Jensen frowns before throwing his trash out.

“Still. Maybe we get Nolan to talk to Chambers. Get them switch out or something.”

You shake your head, “They’re here and this mission is happening.” You wipe at your mouth again and grab your personal things. “Ready?” Jensen nods

You’re grateful that the pilots aren’t here when you and Jensen join your squad in the conference room. Ari enters and requests to speak to you in the hall for a minute. Your team gives you worried looks and you assure them it's ok.

"I heard what happened yesterday," Ari starts and you curse under your breath. "I need to know if you can work this mission." You sigh and look up at the taller man. Your frown causes him discomfort and it's visible in his furrowed eyebrows.

"I can and I will."

Ari purses his lips and runs a hand through his neat hair. "I knew. I knew that your brother was one of the pilots chosen for this assignment. I thought- that you two were on good terms, so I apologize for any problems that have come up." You chuckle softly at his words. Always prim and proper.

"It's not your fault, Chambers. You didn't know."

"I do know that the dagger squad has been stationed at Miramar for the past 2 years."

Miramar? Wait- that's

"45 minutes from here," you whisper and Ari frowns. Pete and Bradley have been 45 minutes from you for the past two years? What a sick joke.

"SOO Chambers?" Pete calls out from behind you and you're faced with the group of pilots from yesterday. Jake seems to light up a little when your eyes meet. Your heart skips a beat and you gulp.

"Captain Mitchell," Ari says, his voice void of any emotions. "Welcome to Camp Pendleton."

"Thank you." Pete's eyes are on you. You take a deep breath in and exhale before turning your head to Ari.

"I'll be inside." You're quick to walk inside and take your seat in between Ethan and Nolan.

"(y/n)?" Ethan asks, his voice soft. You give him a small smile and try to calm your anxiety. The door opens and you stare at your tangled hands that are resting on the table. Feet shuffle around the room and the pilots take their seats on the opposite side of the table, parallel from your team. There's a thick aura when everyone's seated.

Jensen's glaring daggers at Bradley, who keeps his gaze on you. Nolan's having his own staring contest with Pete. You raise your gaze to look at the person who's sitting opposite from you and you're glad that Jake's the one who you see. The dirty blond gives you a smirk and you feel the corners of you mouth start to turn up.

Ari clears his throat while he stands at the head of the table. All eyes turn to him and blinds start to shut while the lights dim. "This needs to end. This mission will not function with all the hostility. Meadows, Mitchell, keep your teams in line." The two men nod and Ari continues, "Your assignment. It's a warehouse that is suspected to be run by an international criminal group. Ghost team," your team perks up at the name. "You're assigned to infiltrate, recover, and asses. From our intel, there's a chance that there's confidential information stored in the warehouse that may reveal more information regarding the criminal group. From there, you'll asses the threat the this group poses and whatever action you deem necessary.”

"Chambers, I have to question the credibility of reconnaissance information," Nolan says and your team shifts uncomfortability. "We don't what a repeat of what took place in Russia."

Ari nods in agreement, "I've already taken precautions. Reconnaissance was conducted by elemental leader Bud Buck, who I know you're aquantanced with." Your team smiles at the mention of the older man.

"That's where he's been?" Amy laughs and Carlos grins.

"You know Buck. Man is made to be in the military and even more a spy," Carlos muses.

"Satisfying enough, Meadows?" Ari asks, keeping his professional demeanor. Nolan steals a quick glance to you and nods. "Now then, that leads us to the Dagger team. While this sounds like a job for raiders, I assure you your skills are necessary. Elemental leader Buck has done some geographical recon and the warehouse is surrounded by enemy missiles. In addition, there's an enemy base located south that's filled with enemy pilots. Your job is distraction and protection. You keep the skies busy and we'll take care of the groundwork. Any questions?"

You raised your hand and Ari nodded at you. "How does a international criminal group afford and set up missiles to guard their warehouse?"

"That relates to the information suspected to be held within the compound. Buck and his group have a theory that they may have serious funding from international government figures. Get the info, and we can trace where and how the money came from."

Sighing, you fell back into your seat as Ari continued to explain how your team would infiltrate and how the pilots would be proceed in order to not get your team caught up in their fighting.

"You'll ship out in 1 week. The weather will be at its best so it won't pose any trouble. With that, I wish you all good luck." Ari stood and respectively nodded to everyone before leaving.

A silence followed and no one moved. "My team is willing to call a truce, if you can put your own personal matters aside Captain Mitchell," Nolan says. He's standing tall, his back straight, his shoulders are square, and his face is tense. You've ever only seen him act like this once. After Russia, when your team was on the ropes and you could've lost everything that mattered to you.

"Of course, Meadows," Pete smiles. Nolan narrows his eyes.

"Good. My team has a scheduled training session right now, so if you'll excuse us." Your team let’s you be the first one to leave the room before following after. As you all make your way to the locker room, Amy holds you hand into the woman’s locker room.

"We'll all here for you," she whispers. You let her give you a tight hug before she moves to grab her stuff and change into her workout clothes. You do the same and bite your lip so hard it almost draws blood.

45 minutes. They've been 45 minutes away from you this whole time. You wondered if they ever thought about you while they having the time of their lives together. Anger filled you and you know one way to get it out. You have to hit something.

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Request Fill: Tears ( Grabber x Reader )

AN: There are some Halloween-themed reader-inserts coming up in the upcoming days. Keep an eye on my account if you like my writing style.

Title: Tears Fandom: The Black Phone Pairing: The Grabber (Albert Shaw) x Captured! Reader Rating: Explicit! Warnings: Kidnapped!Reader, Dub-con/Non-con, Dacryphilia, Daddy Kink, Mocking/Cooing, use of 'Little One', Belt Whipping, Name Calling (Good Girl), Reader might have a praise kink. This is a prompt fill by one of my top supporters. If you want to show your support, you can always buy me a ko-fi.

The prompt (I also added the items you sent in your later message):

TEARS

The chilly air brushed past your legs, reminding you once again of how vulnerable you actually were. Lying there like prey, waiting for the monster to come again. You hated it, but until you figured a way out, you would have to do with all the lemons life decided to throw at you. Even if they came in the shape of a demonic stranger who hid himself behind masks and depravity.  

You had grown tired of being tied to Albert Shaw's bed, having only an old oversized t-shirt that belonged to him to preserve some of your dignity. You knew that the cloth was a lie, though. Easy access, that was all it was. His hands would roam underneath as easily as breathing.

The cold metal of the handcuffs dug into your wrists as they kept you bound and vulnerable on the soft mattress. A contrast that was as big as your kidnapper’s personality: hot and cold. Evil and kind. An icy chill swept through the room, causing goosebumps to form on your skin and making the hairs on your legs stand on end. You had felt it before, and it usually meant the front door had been opened. He’s home. The thought sent a chill down your spine. Loud barking of the dog confirmed he had indeed returned from walking their round.

You held your breath and listened for the sound of footsteps. Was he heading your way? Or would he go to the kitchen first? The soft mumbles of the man reached you and you assumed he must be talking to his dog. Perhaps you were in luck and he’d leave you alone for a little while longer. But then the door creaked open and in walked Albert, wearing only the upper part of his mask. It concealed the top of his face, but his devil's horns no longer frightened you. What did send shivers down your spine, however, was the sight of his lips and the smirk that played upon them.

He showed off his sharp canines in a grin that spelled what was to come. He wanted to touch you again.

"So, how have you been, little one? Not too scared while I was away, I hope,” Albert drawled, his words dripping with sinister intent. Little, you huffed. He seemed to like to call you that way just to establish some kind of power balance between the two of you.

You tried to keep your breathing calm, though your heart raced like a wild animal caught in a trap. Your eyes followed his every movement, trying to anticipate what he would do next.

“I suppose you can show Daddy how much you missed him,” he continued in that overly dramatic theatrical voice. He moved to the side of the bed and carelessly dropped his cardigan at the end of the bed, just out of your reach. Teasing you.

But you knew what it meant.

His chest was already bare, had been so underneath the piece of garment. He’d never fully dressed after the last round, you realized with a shock.

"Please, don't..." you whispered, but your voice wavered with fear, betraying any semblance of bravery you hoped to display.

Albert chuckled, deep and throaty, sending shudders up your spine. "Now, now, sweetheart. You know I can't resist you when you're all trussed up like this."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing with thoughts of escape and retaliation, even though you knew it was futile. In this room, with Albert looming over you, there was no way out, no hope for reprieve.

As he approached you, you could see the hunger in his eyes and feel the weight of his gaze as it roamed over your body. It felt like a predator sizing up its prey, and you knew that soon enough, he would once again have his fill.

"Let's see how feisty you are tonight," Albert mused, his voice low and grating.

He approached you with a predatory grace, his hands reaching out like tendrils seeking to coil around your body. You hissed and tried to pull away as he ran his palms all over your trembling form, but there was nowhere to go, no escape from his touch.

"Still got some fight in you, huh?" Albert growled, growing impatient with your resistance. His palms slid down your naked thighs, calloused skin brushing past soft flesh. You felt his fingertips as they traced patterns down your sides, down your hips and legs, how his nails raked past your skin.

He moved his hands up and down a few times, admiring you, exploring you. He cupped your breasts underneath the shirt, tweaking your nipples between his fingertips a few times for good measure, having you bite back a moan.

A low growl escaped his throat, but you didn’t know whether it was a sound of approval or annoyance at the way you still tried to resist him. His hands ran down from your breasts, past your belly and to your hips where he got a good grip on you.

“Come on, sweet thing, open up.” His ice-blue eyes stared intently at you through the holes of the mask. His lips were curved upward in a grin full of malicious intent. You realized he wanted you to spread your legs, which you did, hesitatingly.

His one hand sneaked in between while the other pressed down on your thigh, forcing you to keep your legs spread open for him. He rubbed his thumb past your clit, little circular motions that sent jolts of pleasure down your core. You bit your lip in an attempt to keep silent. You didn’t want him to hear how he played you like an instrument, how much pleasure he sparked deep inside. But your walls slickened, so he must know. Your body never allowed you to hide its reactions.

“There,” he whispered, almost lovingly. And again. “There.”

Disgusted by the pleasure he made you feel, you tried to move your hips away from him. Just anything to relieve some of the tension you felt building up inside your core. He was working you towards an orgasm, you felt it. But you didn’t want to give him the pleasure.

Your reluctance didn’t go unnoticed, and with a sigh, he took his fingers from your clit. With a clap of his hands on his knees he pushed himself up into a standing position. Your heart pounded as he slowly removed his belt, the leather slithering against itself like a snake preparing to strike. You knew all too well how much he enjoyed using it on his victims, and fear tightened around your throat like a vice.

"Please..." you choked out, bringing your knees together to protect your precious core from his roving eyes. But your plea fell on deaf ears.

“Now, now,” Albert cooed, “Good girls deserve treats,” he said, swirling the leather band of the belt around his left hand, then pulled at the ends, showing the belt as it stood taught. You couldn’t help but feel how your eyes were drawn towards it. A clear signal that you were in trouble.

You trembled when he took a step closer towards you again. With his right hand, he let go of the belt, so the torturous item was only held in his left. But that right hand – oh. You dreaded to look at how he spread his fingers and then pushed down upon your tummy. His hand slipped lower and tapped against your knee.

“Bad girls need to be punished,” he said, huskily. “Now, open your legs again for me, sweetheart.”

You felt the pressure he gently supplied with his right hand on your knee and did as you were told, not eager to make him use force. As you lay there, trembling, you tried to think of anything but the man now looming in front of your cunt. You could feel his breath pass over your skin. Keeping your legs apart cost you real effort and you knew that he could tell you were trembling from fear. His thumb started to draw small circles on your thigh, effectively keeping your legs spread open with the comforting motion. As if it was enough to appease you.

“Ah there,” as he studied your exposed flower, wet and pulsing for his cock. “What a pretty sight, little one.”

For a moment, you glanced at him through your lashes, thinking that perhaps you had escaped the dance. Perhaps him showing off his belt had been enough; a reminder of a punishment you could have deserved if you defied him any further.

But you were mistaken.

Without a warning, he fiercely pushed your leg down with his right hand, his thumb no longer making soothing motions. Then raised the belt up into the air with his left.

You instantly knew where he wanted to strike.

No. Anywhere but there.

"Tell me you want this," Albert demanded, his left hand still up in the air. You could see the leather of the belt glisten teasingly, challenging you to defy. His knuckles had turned white, the leather straps were circled around them just once. His gaze locked on yours, unrelenting and unforgiving.

"Say it."

You couldn't bring yourself to utter the words, your defiance sparking something dark within him. With a sadistic grin, he struck down. A loud snap and an instant jolt of pain as he deliberately smacked it against your pussy. The pain seared through you, and you couldn't hold back your cries and tears.

"Say it," he ordered, his tone callous and cold. "Tell me you like it." He raised the belt again like a whip and panic seized through you. You struggled against your bonds anew and would have closed your legs if he would have so much as allowed it.

The words didn’t come out fast enough, and so he hit again. Your hands curled into fists and your back arched. The tears welled up in your eyes as an awful cry escaped your lips. Your pussy burned.

“You sweet little thing,” you heard the man coo, mockingly. That demon, you thought, as you tried to look at him through the tears in your eyes.

He fell silent and for a moment, simply stared at you. Just as you were starting to wonder why, a grin twisted his lips. “I love it when you cry,” his voice was low and husky, dripping with arousal. This whole thing got him turned on, you realized with a start. He derived pleasure from your pain. The bastard.

“But you know what?” he asked, voice sultry. You didn’t want to know. Your pussy still hurt and you did not think you could stand another blow. Tears were still rolling down your cheeks, you could taste them. “I love it even more when you take my cock,” Albert said, voice dangerously low.

“Now, I will ask you again,” the warning was clear. “Do you like what I am giving you?” He raised the belt once more, igniting fear deep inside of you. You wiggled against the bounds again but felt his burning hand upon your thigh, reminding you he had no scruples in hitting you once more.

"Y-yes," you gasped out, the humiliation burning as hot as the pain. "I like it."

He watched you, the mask hiding his true expression. But you could feel the anger behind it.

“Daddy,” he sounded furious. The calm kind of furious that made you know not to make any missteps again. “I like it, Daddy,” he said, waiting for you to repeat the words.

His eyes gleamed with depraved satisfaction. The belt was still raised dangerously beside his head. The hand he had on your leg, pushing them wide apart, pressed even harder, betraying his anger.

You bit your lip, your shame and self-loathing warring with your desperation to end the torment. You could try and struggle all you want, but you knew you could not break free. That this man had you. All of you. And he would take all that he craved. Finally, you gave in, whispering the word that sealed your submission.

"I like it, Daddy..."

The belt lowered., but you did not draw a sigh of relief. It was too early for that. Your pussy stung from the hideous slaps he’d given it. And yet, your core felt slick. As if your body actually wanted it. As if he was telling you to say what your body already betrayed. That you wanted it. Him. More.

As if he could read your mind, you heard his low voice grumble. “Tell me you want more,” the low command made you want to curl up into a ball and hide your vulnerable flower from his wicked belt.

“I need more,” you said, a breathless whisper as you finally dared to raise your gaze and look at him fully. He stood there, sweating, panting, obviously aroused. The tent in his pants gave it away.

“Need it,” he sounded pleasantly surprised by your choice of words. Then he dangled the belt towards your pussy, having the leather dip against your slick pussy lips. “Need my cock in there?”

You squeezed your eyes shut in shame and swallowed. A silent nod was your first reply, but you could tell by the way he pushed the belt against your slick core that it wasn’t enough. And so you opened your eyes again to caught his staring, waiting.

“I need your cock,” you said, chest heaving up and down rapidly. “Daddy.”

A pensive hum, voice dripping with lace and sin. “I thought so.”

With your eyes squeezed shut, you could feel it. First, he dipped forth. A warm, wet tongue licked the tears from your cheek.

Then, a low hum.

“Delicious, little one.”

The words made you flinch, though you tried to hide it.

The rough leather edge as it tapped gently against your clit. He was dangling the belt in front of your pussy, letting the leather slip past your sensitive slit, forcing a moan from your lips.

A low laugh escaped him, then he suddenly grew silent.

"Enough," Albert finally whispered, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he lowered the belt. The torment ceased, leaving you shaking and gasping for breath.

He moved closer, cradling your head in his strong hands, forcing you to look into his eyes. His grip was firm, almost painful, but it was the obscenities that escaped his lips that made you feel small and defenseless.

"Such a pathetic little thing," he sneered. "You're nothing without me, you know that?"

Tears welled up in your eyes once more, but you couldn't turn away from his piercing gaze. You tried not to look down at how he palmed his own hard cock through his pants while breathing heavily. You knew he was right, and it shattered what little dignity you had left.

“Fuck, those pretty tears of yours,” he murmured. You’d forgotten he liked it when you cried, and threw him an angry glare.

His laughter was cold and unforgiving as he undid his fly, exposing his hardened length. He looked down at you with predatory eyes, taking in your bound form, the bruises and welts that marked your skin. The tears in your eyes.

You saw him close his eyes for a short moment, throat bobbing as he swallowed, then opened his eyes again and let out a shivering breath. He studied you while he took his cock in his hand and though you tried not to look down at him preparing himself, you couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his hard throbbing shaft. The skin was already purple, the veins angrily popping out, the head leaking in anticipation. You’d seen him hard before, but never like this.

"Please," you choked out, hoping against hope that some shred of mercy remained within him. But deep down, you knew better.

"Still begging, are you?" he taunted. "You never learn."

"Please don't..." Your voice cracked, fear making it impossible to speak more than a whisper.

"Too late for that," Albert growled, positioning himself between your legs. “In case you’d forget,” here he hesitated, letting the tip of his shaft brush threateningly past your entrance. “You’re mine.”

And then, despite your pleas for him to stop, his hips moved forward and he buried his cock deep inside - another act of dominance, another reminder of his control over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to block out the pain, the humiliation, the utter degradation. But there was no escaping it, not when he held you so completely in his grasp.

You whimpered as you trembled underneath him, feeling how his length dipped deep inside, how all his ridges and veins stroked your walls and stole your slick. It was just one thrust to bury himself to the hilt and establish his dominance. But as he slowly moved out, you felt it: all of him. It felt ridiculously good. He was hot, warm, rigid, unyielding. His hips moved fiercely against yours, working his way back into your throbbing pussy.

You felt his teeth as he grinned against your neck while his grip on you tightened.

"Oh, that is so good, little one," he breathed against your ear as he thrust into you, each movement calculated to remind you of your place in his world.

He was ravishing you like a man starved. You could feel it, the passion with which he moved his hips against yours and how the head of his shaft battered your insides without mercy, spurting pre-cum along the way.  He slipped from your core way too easily, the way now lubed with a mixture of your combined juices. He let out a laugh, making you flinch for his lips were still near your ear.

“You’re so, so wet,” he breathed, the puff of air sending goosebumps to form on your skin. You closed your eyes and tried to block him out. But he slid in and out of you smoothly, lubing your walls, hitting a spot inside that made your pussy quiver around his hard cock. At first, when he took you, the pain threatened to consume you, each thrust like a burning dagger inside your already bruised and battered body. But as he moved within you, something began to change – the fear and disgust that had been your constant companions began to ebb away, replaced by a twisted kind of pleasure.

"Fuck... why does it feel so..." he gasped out, and you had to agree. You were unable to comprehend the sensations coursing through you. The agony was still there, but it was being overtaken by waves of ecstasy that left you breathless and wanting more.

Without a warning, your walls started to clamp down hard, milking his cock hard and eager, drawing a loud moan from your lips that you were too late to withhold. Your fingers curled above your head, your whole body twisted in the throes of desire.  

And above you, thrusting still, your masked captor grinned down at you. A droplet of sweat fell from his head upon your half-clad chest – the shirt had ridden up to reveal your breasts.

“That’s it,” the words were vague, blocked out by the bliss of your orgasm. You felt how his fingers dug deeper into your skin, how his length kept battering your overly sensitive walls as he worked himself towards his own. His thrusts became erratic, and just when you thought you could take it no more, he slammed inside of you hard and buried himself deep. You felt the pulsing of his shaft and the hot warmth that filled you deep inside your tummy.

You caught your breath, body sensitive around his twitching cock. That’s when you heard it, the whispered words near your ear. You felt Cheshire grin against your neck and felt how the edge of the mask pressed painfully against your cheek.

"You were made for this," Albert hissed, his fingers biting into your hips hard enough to leave bruises in their wake. "You were born to be my good girl, weren’t you?"

His words should have repulsed you, sickened you to your core. Instead, they ignited a spark deep within. Yes, you thought. You felt like you were. Your body was thrumming pleasantly, the afterglow of the orgasm making you feel dozy and warm and – not yourself.

"I know," you admitted, your voice barely audible through your tears. You weren’t quite certain if you said it just to please him and save yourself from his ire any longer. You were too tired at this point to fight. "Daddy."

"Good girl," he murmured, propping himself up on his elbows, cock still softening inside your core. His words echoed hauntingly through your mind. You were born to be my good girl. You were made for this.  

You glanced up at him to meet his blue eyes, cold and hungry and devious. They rested upon you, piercing you, making you feel as small as he always wanted to make you believe that you were. You could see the darkness swirl within them. Something that you couldn’t name. He wasn’t done yet?

“Tell me what you are," he commanded, his voice low and dark, filled with a hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

"I'm... I'm yours, Daddy," you whispered, feeling his softening cock twitch at your answer. “I am your good girl.”

"Damn right, you are," he growled. And then, as if nothing had happened, as if the world hadn't just shifted beneath you, he leaned down and pressed a soft, tender kiss to your forehead.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice surprisingly gentle now. And before you could fully process what was happening, he slid down beside you on the bed, cock slipping out of your core with a squishy sound, his arms wrapping around you in a hold that was almost – almost – comforting.

You felt Albert's fingertips tracing the delicate skin of your bare arms, feather-light touches that sent shivers down your spine. His breath caressed your ear as he whispered words you'd never expected to hear from him.

"Such a beautiful girl," he murmured, his voice low and sultry. "Look at how well you take what I give you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the sweet words and gentle touches somehow more terrifying than the violence that had come before. But there was something intoxicating about it too, a heady mixture of fear and desire that made it impossible to look away.

"Tell me you love it," he demanded, his fingers tightening around your arm. "Tell me you need it just as much as I do."

"I-I love it," you stuttered, feeling a flush of shame rise in your cheeks. "I need it, Daddy."

"Good girl," he purred, his grip on your arm relaxing as his lips brushed against your neck. The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming; your world narrowed down to the feel of his mouth on your skin, the warm breath tickling your ear.

"Please," you whimpered, unable to hold back any longer. "Kiss me."

He chuckled softly, clearly pleased with your submission. "As you wish," he breathed against your lips before capturing them in a passionate kiss.

It was a kiss unlike any other, a maelstrom of raw emotion that left you reeling, desperate for more even as you knew you should be pushing him away. But in that moment, wrapped up in Albert's warmth and the sweet lies he whispered into your ear, you couldn't help but feel comforted and loved.

And so you let yourself fall deeper into the darkness, knowing full well that there would be no return.

~ Fin ~

AN: Hope you enjoyed it :) In the days running up to Halloween, I will be posting a few Halloween-themed reader inserts. Some are smutty, some are dark, some or sugary sweet.

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My Pretty Girl

|The Black Phone|

Albert Shaw(The grabber) x fem!reader

Summery: After getting roped into watching over your older sister at a house party, you come to realise that the uncomfortable situation might be better than you think. Sure it’s not Max’s house like you were told, and sure there’s a house full of people you don’t know, but there’s that nice man with bright blue eyes and a sweet voice that keeps you company. It couldn’t be that bad, right?

MINORS DNI PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD

Warnings: Mentions of partying, alcohol, and cocaine, age gap, manipulation, masturbation, daddy kink, filthy thoughts

Note: this was a 7000 word commissioned piece by @trashutjr and if you are interested in requesting a commission, you can tap on the link

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A phone call was how it all began.

A shrill ring of the teal phone in your kitchen made you pause your dinner. A part of you already knew who it was, but you optimistically hoped your intuition was wrong.

With your sunny thoughts dwindling quickly as you walked to the kitchen, you picked up the receiver and held it to your ear before uttering a gentle, “Hello, this is y/n speaking.” Always such a polite voice.

“Hey lollipop!” The voice of your older sister, Ellen, came through the phone, and your shoulders dropped slightly. Your intuition had been right, and while you usually praised yourself for it, tonight you cursed it. Mentally wishing it away.

It wasn’t that you disliked your elder sister, you got along surprisingly well; it was that over the past few years, the only time you received a call from her was because she needed something…usually with no intention of returning the favour. She already had a running tab with you, and a list of ‘I owe you’s a mile long, but family was family.

Plus, she only called you Lollipop when it was a favour she knew you wouldn’t like to partake in. The last time that sickly sweet name and tone came through to your ear, it had ended with you getting an elbow to the cheek from your heavily intoxicated sister’s friend, Karen, and you driving the two of them to Ellen’s little apartment outside the city. Herding them up the building’s dingy stairs was a whole other story.

“Hi Ellie…” you replied softly, half hoping she just needed directions to a bar.

A relieved breath came from the other end of the phone, “I know this is last minute…but you’re free tonight around 5, right?”She asked hopefully.

Ah. You closed your eyes and sucked in a breath, “Yep. Was just about to eat dinner.” Indeed your dinner was staring at you like the boneless girl you were when it came to Ellen.

Ellen laughed, “It’s 4 o’clock! You’re such an old lady sometimes…” that stung a little, “Listen, I know you don’t have a lot going on so I thought I’d take you to a friends tonight for some drinks and hanging out. You’ll come right?”

Which translated to: I’m going to get drunk and high and I need you to drive me home, so come be the sober one.

You felt the ‘No’ on your tongue, but it wouldn’t come out. If anything happened to her, you knew you would never let it go.

“Sure. What’s the address?” You asked, “Do they have any animals?” After going to enough of Ellen’s parties, it became habit to sit with the cat or dog that the stranger owned. You liked to bring treats, just in case.

“Um, one sec-“ she turned away from the phone and you could hear mumbling, “Hey, yeah he has a dog. It’s at 7742 south Irving St. I’ll see you there!” She blew you a kiss through the phone, and hung up before you could ask anything else. Your stomach already felt uneasy at the thought that this was a man’s house you were going to, but you pushed it aside.

It was a warm evening, and while you truly did not want to be out, a slow grin made its way onto your face; the fresh air enveloped you like gentle, warm fingers. You hopped on your bike, and pedalled off in the direction of the house, dog treats and a water bottle tucked in your bag.

Before long, the two story houses on the edge of the city turned into one stories, and you turned from East Anderson road to South Irving. You began counting the addresses, slowing your pace until you saw 7740, and stopped at the simple brick house beside it. Sure enough, your sister’s car and a couple others were outside,

With a deep breath, you walked your bike up the driveway, and leaned it against the side of the house before you knocked on the door tentatively. You could already hear loud voices inside, and you cringed.

Before you could back out, the door swung open to reveal a man in his mid to late thirties and a light blue dress shirt, and a thick moustache. He regarded you for a moment, and it only took you a moment to see his dilated pupils a a little bit of white powder caught in his nostril. “Hey, what can I do-“

“Lollipop?” You heard Ellen call from inside- a slight slur to her voice.

Then a look of recognition washed over the man’s face, “Oh you’re Ellen’s baby sister, come on in. Wish my name was Lollipop.” He said happily.

You tried to return his easy smile, but it likely came out as a tight line instead, “Thank you. I’m y/n…” you said as you walked inside, “Ellie just calls me that sometimes…”

He nodded enthusiastically and you looked around the modest home as the smell of cigarettes and alcohol wrapped around you. It was a mess. Littering the coffee table and floor where beer and brandy bottles, along with some bowls of chips and…were those dog treats? But what drew your attention the most was the almost violent array of clippings pinned to a cork board on the wall. Your brows pinched in the middle when you tried to take a look, and you noticed photos of the missing boys.

You felt a twist in your gut when you realised this was some conspiracy party…and even as you listened to the conversations being had, your thoughts were confirmed.

What have you gotten into now, El…

From her place on the couch, you heard Ellen call your name, and you slowly looked over at her with a small smile; she returned it with one far larger and dazed. Everyone you saw her like that, you wished she ran with a better crowd, a sober one at least. Though you figured that after living a life with an alcoholic barely-there father, one of you would turn out on the bad side…it just hurt to see your older sister filling that role.

You waved to her and said a few greetings to the other unfamiliar faces in the room- a total of three women including your sister, and four men. All of them older than you, and all of them not noticing your presence. Not that you dwelled on it. Your attention was soon captured by a large black dog that laid in the corner. The smell of beer instantly went away as soon as you began to walk over to the hound, and you grinned at your new companion.

It picked up its large head, and watched you closely as you crouched down, “Hello you…looks like it’s just us tonight.”

Huge dark eyes stared back at you, and blinked. Taking that as a sign that the dog wouldn’t rip your face off, you sat down beside it, and took your bag in hand. As you were about to ask if it could have treats, your words died in your mouth; the man whose house you were in was very animatedly explaining some wild theory of his, and all eyes were either on him or a tempting body part of another man or woman. You prayed to god that this wouldn’t turn into a cocaine orgy.

You sighed and just hoped for the best as you fished out the the baggie- surly the dog had no allergies. Instantly, the dog’s eyes perked up and it’s head rose again in acknowledgement of the goodies.

“That’s Sampson, he’s a big sap…might not let you go if you give him treats!” The man called over to you as he took a swig from his beer.

You still didn’t know his name. You knew his dog’s, but not his. Regardless, you nodded and laughed gently as your attention returned to the massive dog. “Well Sampson, I would just take you home with me if my landlady allowed it. Guess I’ll just have to keep you in my pocket.” You cooed to him as you held out two treats, which he ate greedily. You wondered when the last time he had been fed was.

A half hour passed, and you were slouched comfortably in front of Sampson, trying to get him to catch a treat from high in the air. He wasn’t amused. You were happy for the distraction, especially since the last time you had looked up, your sister had one of the male attendees’ tongues down her throat.

It wasn’t that you were a prude or judging her, but something about seeing your sibling making out with someone made your stomach uncomfortable.

Max -as you had finally come to hear him referred to as- was still very animatedly talking about various topics that you had completely lost track of when the front door swung open, and for the first time, you saw him stop talking. From your standpoint, you didn’t see who had opened the door, but from the look of recognition on Max’s face, this wasn’t good or expected.

“Max what the fucking hell is this?”

Another man stepped through the door; he was taller than Max, and clearly older. He slammed the door shut, which made you jump, and your nerves were set on high.

“Hey Al…just some friends I invited over, no biggie.” Max tried to sooth the older man -Al- but it seemed to have the opposite effect.

“Oh I see. A little get together?” He mocked, “I let you crash here for a month, Max. You make a mess of my- is that…Christ clean that shit up.” You saw the older man catch a glimpse of the cocaine still on the coffee table.

You felt sick.

This wasn’t even Max’s house. You almost wanted to shout to the man that you were sorry and just bolt, but then you remembered the tether that kept you there. Ellen. And she barely looked awake.

Max pulled Al into the kitchen, and you watched anxiously as they continued their heated exchange.

“Listen Albert I’ll make it up to you okay, I got this interview comin’ up and I’m sure I’ll get it-“

But Albert shook his head in disappointment, “I don’t want your money, I want my house back. With none of that shit everywhere.” He gestured pointedly to the coffee table.

That was all you could hear until Max clasped his hands in front of him and seemed to reason with the older man.

From what you could gather, Albert was too tired for the younger man’s antics, and gave him twenty minutes before everyone had to be out. You didn’t blame him. Hell you only blamed yourself for not asking more questions about this gathering.

Sampson watched the conversation as closely as you, and you wondered if he was even Max’s dog. You doubted it. So you sunk deeper into your seated position, and heaved a sigh as your hand stroked the hound’s fur.

Albert took several long deep breaths as he wrenched the fridge open and grabbed one of the last of Max’s shitty beers. It wasn’t like he drank much, but after a long day at work, and now this, he needed something to take the edge off. He cast an irritated eye around his once very orderly home, and was about to roll that watchful gaze at the sight of the idiotic smatter of articles Max had taped up when something stopped him.

Someone.

For a moment, he stared; raised the cold drink to his lips, and watched. A young woman was curled up next to that mutt that was supposed to intimidate, and he watched as you held a fearless hand out with a little treat on it for Sampson to devour.

Albert’s eye twitched. You were young. Very young. And definitely sober. Your movements weren’t sluggish, and there were no bottles near you aside from-

Oh what a diligent little girl…

Aside from the water bottle sitting by your bare thigh.

You were pretty- very pretty. Your hair was a little untamed and he wondered if that bicycle was yours. Judging by the light muscles in your legs, it was definitely yours. Albert drank again. You wore a little sundress that was bunched up and wrinkled around your legs, and a cardigan that looked too big for you.

A-fucking-dorable. Absolutely adorable.

And was that a damn ribbon in her hair? Wrapped up like a little present just for me? How considerate.

Albert sighed, and quickly made a list of what would be needed to perfect an interaction with you. He saw your eyes flicker nervously to him a when you thought he wasn’t looking…once, twice, three times…Come on little bunny look at me one more time- ah. There you go. Good girl.

But as much as he wanted to stride over to you and drag you to his room or basement by your hair, he decided on a different approach. One that felt very much like torture, but it would at the very least distract him from wanting to throttle his brother. So, the older man sucked in an irritated breath and walked briskly past the gathering, past you and Sampson -though he didn’t miss how his foot brushed against your toes- and went to his room. He shed his work shirt, and ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated his next move. Albert knew you had watched him as he walked down the hall, so you acknowledged his presence and you were attentive. As he stood there he even let himself imagine that you followed him to his room and begged for his forgiveness-

Fuck.

The older man looked down at his pants, and saw his cock twitching as it strained against the fabric. Closing his eyes, one arm braced against the wall, he palmed himself and imagined it was your little hand stroking him instead.

It took thirty seconds for him to spatter cum inside his pants.

Albert gasped to settle his breathing, and twitching limbs as his sensitive cock shifted in his ruined pants. He wanted you. Badly. With that thought in mind, the older man made quick work of stripping himself, and changing into fresh clothes before he grabbed his beer and slowly walked back to the living room with a practiced air of distain and irritation.

Again he had to pass you to get into the living room, and ‘accidentally’ brushed your foot a little harder this time; he murmured a quiet “Sorry” but paid it no mind as he plopped himself down in one of the chairs- conveniently close to you. He didn’t even look at you- he wanted to see if you actually cared-

“E-excuse me?”

You had watched the man walk off with a tight jaw, and return about ten minutes later in fresh clothes. It was like a blow to your gut when you imagined how tired he must be; probably returning home from work only to find this. His voice was soft when he had apologised for bumping into you the second time, but if you were honest, his apology only made you feel worse when you should be the one apologising. Hell you shouldn’t even be there.

So in favour of repairing the brittle status-quo, you shifted on your knees away from your furry friend, and moved a little closer to the man as he stared at the articles pinned to the wall. You spoke gently to get his attention and you saw him cast you a slow look of indifference.

His gaze pinned you to the spot, but you tried to not get struck by his sharp blue eyes, and forced some clumsy words from your mouth, “A-Albert, right? Um…I didn’t know- that is…uh…I’m really sorry about all this. I didn’t know this wasn’t Max’s house…I can’t…” you sighed, “I’m just so sorry.”

Well that was a mess.

But Albert relished your nerves. You should be nervous. It was a blessing the basement was empty or who knows if Max’s little party might have found his newest guest…and then he wouldn’t be able to play with you.

Albert watched you, and took another drink before looking away and nodding to his brother, “You’re a friend of Max’s?” He asked you.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head defensively, “Me? No. No I’m the designated driver so to speak…I’m Ellen’s little sister.” You pointed to your inebriated sibling, “Sort of got roped into coming. If I had it my way I would be laying on the couch with some ice cream.”

He eyed Ellen for a moment in distain, then looked back to you. Beautiful little you.

Albert cocked a brow, “Your daddy lets her run around town like that?” He asked chidingly towards your sibling in her intoxicated state, and he watched an array of emotions flicker over your face at his question. Interesting.

“N…no. Well, he’s not really in the picture.” You sighed and absently rubbed Sampson, which caught Albert’s eye. It was odd to see the dog so…docile.

“He doesn’t usually like strangers.” He murmured as he shifted to look down at you a little better now. His interest was growing the more you knelt beside him.

Pretty.

Young.

Sweet.

Open.

Attentive.

Naive.

Malleable

A little laugh bubbled out of you, “Well I think I might have bribed him a little,” you took out your almost empty baggie of snacks, “I hope that’s okay…this isn’t my first time being in a strangers house to watch over my sister and ending up sitting with the house dog or cat. Thought it might be nice.” You rambled on.

Albert squeezed his drink -wishing it was your throat- and grinned, “Can’t complain. The old man could use some company.” Not the only one.

You laughed again. He liked that sound. He wondered what you would sound like whimpering as he-

“Yea, Max joked that if I was too nice to him he wouldn’t let me leave.” You smiled easily and looked back down at the black dog that rested near you.

Albert almost laughed at your words. Sampson wasn’t the only old dog that would rather keep you to himself.

She’d probably look pretty in chains…

“That’s true. He’s very…territorial.” The older man said, and smirked as he gazed down at your sweet form. If he turned his head just right he could see down your dress…fuck…no bra? Albert already felt himself twitch in his pants again.

He wondered if you wore any panties.

Albert could have come right there again just at the thought.

“Well I think he’s sweet. He’s yours?” You asked, shyly.

He nodded. Now, you were looking up at him with undivided attention, just like he wanted. Some charm and garnered sympathy was all it took, too.

Whether it was because you felt terrible and wanted to make him feel a part of the gathering or something else, you weren’t sure. But you knew he had beautiful eyes and a nice voice, so you happily payed attention to the sweet man.

You shifted a little closer and leaned up onto your heels to place your arms on the side of Albert’s chair, “By the way, I’m y/n-“

“Lollipop, there you are!” Ellen yelled far too loudly when she remembered you existed.

Albert watched you squeeze your eyes shut.

Lollipop? Christ please tell me that’s her nickname for a reason because I’d give her something to suck on…

You sighed and slowly opened your eyes to look over at your sister who was smiling at you, and you grimaced as she munched on a dog treat. “Hi Ellie.” You replied, hoping she wouldn’t get all lovey-dovey now that she was inebriated.

“Why’re you over there? Come sit with us!” She slurred and waved you over enthusiastically.

Albert watched you closely, almost wanting to speak up for you to tell her you were staying right there perched by him. But evidently, he didn’t need to.

“I’m okay over here…Albert’s keeping me company.” you said, and unconsciously patted his arm. Albert almost jumped at the feeling. It seemed your refusal was enough for her, as she turned away and shrugged, leaning into the man next to her. Then you looked back at Albert and found his focus on you already, “I…I hope you don’t mind. I’m not much of one for…those sorts of things…”

A relieved sigh left you when you saw a look of understanding on the older man’s face, “Are you sure you’re the younger one?” He teased you in a quiet voice, finishing his beer, and spreading his legs.

You nodded and rolled your eyes at the question you had heard a million times.

“Positive…plus…” you beckoned him a little closer and he relented instantly, “I think it’s worth saying that one of those bowls of chips are actually Sampson’s milk bones…and while I like to try new foods, I’m a little sceptical…” you said with a cheeky laugh, which only continued when Albert’s eyes widened and his head whipped around to inspect the dishes.

“For fucksake…” he whispered under his breath, and when he turned back to you, your hand was covering your mouth as you hid your laughter. But it faded and that remorseful look came back to you when you remembered this was his home.

“I’m really sorry about all this…” you whispered, but then noticed just how close you and Albert had become and sucked in a breath. He was less than a foot away, and his breath fanned across your cheeks; you were a little dazed, and noted how soft his hair looked.

He smirked, and shook his head, “You didn’t do this…and besides, it seems having an idiot for a younger brother payed off since I get to talk with a pretty little thing like you, hm?” Albert perched his chin in his palm and gazed at you, now only a few inches away.

Your words died on your tongue.

“Well…I…um. Wait you’re brothers?” You asked, trying to find a single coherent thought.

He breathed out a laugh and nodded, “Yes ma’am, Max over there is my baby brother if you can believe it…”

You looked over at the mentioned man, and shrugged, “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, but intoxication makes you age faster…so if I’m honest I would have guessed you were the same age.” You said softly, a heat rising to your cheeks when you saw the small grin on Albert’s lips.

He has nice lips…

“Now you’re just flattering me.” He murmured, still gazing at you from his perch.

Your cheeks burned. “N-no it’s true! I mean Max isn’t bad looking but…you’re-“ again, your words wouldn’t come out. Especially not now with yourself halfway to severe embarrassment. When you realized how forward you were being, you sank down onto your calves, now having to crane your head to look up at Albert if you did have the courage to do so, but in that moment, you didn’t.

And Albert was having none of that. He clicked his tongue in a tsk, which instantly made you look up.

So responsive.

“I’m what, sweetheart?” He cooed to you.

Come on my pretty girl…tell me.

You couldn’t help it. Your heart leapt in your chest at the pet name.

Deciding to take things a step further, he reached out with his free hand, and brushed some hair away from your face and tucked it behind your ear, “Hmm? What am I?” How far can I push you?

Your eyes fluttered at his touch, but you quickly snapped out of it and blinked, “Well you’re… handsome. Definitely.” You murmured, and looked away to try and seem aloof, even though you were far from it. His hand was huge and warm against your cheek as it engulfed it.

“That’s sweet of you to say, y/n.” He whispered and drew his hand away, which you missed instantly. “Why does she call you lollipop?” The question had been sitting on his silver tongue for six minutes. He needed to know.

Your cheeks burned even more and you moved some of your wayward hair away from your ear, “O-oh. Um…they were my favourite candy when I was a kid. Still love them and I get made fun of for it because they’re childish.”

Talented tongue then.

Albert nodded, “Well that’s not very nice.” He said with a little pout that made your eyes flick to his lips again.

“Well people aren’t always very nice.” You whispered, the weight of your words all too heavy.

Your breath fanned across Albert’s face and he had to keep himself from inhaling deeply.

“Do you think I’m nice, sweetie?” He murmured, tilting his head to the side. You had come closer again, though you didn’t even realise it.

You nodded, “Uh-huh.”

“I think you’re nice too.” Came his whisper that make your pulse quicken and a heat stir in your belly-

“Looollliiii!”

Both you and Albert blinked and turned towards the sound of your sister. Usually her sing-songy voice calling your name would set you at east to get out of the house as soon as possible, but this time, you didn’t want to go. You cursed her timing too.

“Let’s gooo!” She hopped on the spot where she stood, and nodded to the door.

Not in the mood to fight, you slowly stood, and found that Albert did too. He had his arms crossed, and you had to fight with yourself to not stare at his arms.

“It was uh…really nice meeting you, Albert.” You said with a shy smile; the older man was barely a foot away, but you didn’t move. Even when he grasped your chin and tilted your face up to his, you just stared back at him with your cheeks ablaze.

“I hope I’ll see you again soon, sweetie.” He murmured and stroked your chin.

“Come oon!” Ellen wailed from outside.

You sighed and shook your head, “I am sorry again for this mess…take the rest of these for Sampson…I think he might need some new snacks after tonight.” You smiled and bit your inner lip to keep from laughing.

But Albert didn’t smile back. If he did, he might not have restrained himself from leaning down to bite that lip or suck it until you were begging him for more. But he managed to keep his cold eyes gentle, at least long enough to fool you into thinking he was harmless. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite, bunny.”

Don’t let the bedbugs bite, bunny.

His words ran rampant in your mind as you drove your sister and a friend to her apartment. Even when you hauled your bike out of the truck and pedalled home, you didn’t notice the black van that followed you from afar as you remembered how his hand felt on your cheek and chin.

You didn’t even remember getting into your apartment or into bed, but what you did know was that tomorrow was Saturday, and your day off, and that you were going to go back to that house and apologize.

That poor man deserved that at least. Perhaps some fresh cookies…

When the warm morning sun shone through your window onto your face, you took a long breath to calm yourself. There was something about that man that made you nervous…but nervous wasn’t the right word. Something akin to nerves but so much warmer. Balancing the plate wasn’t an option with your bike, so you decided a long walk and bus ride would have to suffice.

You checked your watch for the fifth time once you got off the bus, even though you didn’t have an appointment. It felt like you did though, especially with how much your hands were trembling and your heart was beating frantically. South Irving st. ha d never seemed so long and so short at the same time. Once you passed 7735, it seemed the houses jumped right to 7742, and you were confronted with the brick house you had pulled your sister from just ten hours ago.

With a long, deep breath and a twisted gut, you walked up the path, and to the front door. You knocked before you could back out, but then your logical brain kicked in and you realized you didn’t even know if he would be home.

But you couldn’t dwell on your possible mistake for too long, as the door in-front of you swung open, and you were greeted with those same blue eyes that had plagued you all night.

“Well, what do we have here?” His shocked expression melted into one of mischief; you didn’t need to know it was actually self satisfaction.

What a good girl…coming back to me so soon.

Your cheeks were instantly scorched, but you tried to keep yourself calm, “Hi Albert…um, I just felt so bad about last night and I doubt Max helped you clean up…so I made you some cookies this morning,” you held up the plate, not able to meet his eyes, “A peace offering.”

Albert smirked, and tilted his head at your inability to look at him.

Just grab her and tie her to the bed…Max isn’t home so make her scream-

“Aren’t you just the sweetest? Come on in., y/n.” He said gently, taking the plate from you and moving aside; but not enough that you could move without brushing against his front to get in. He almost groaned at the feeling of your chest against his as you slipped inside.

Now as you looked around, the house resembled much more of a home than a fraternity house. It was very tidy, and actually very comfortable; you started to wonder if Albert had a girlfriend who helped with the cleaning, because in your experience, most men didn’t clean like that.

But most men weren’t Albert.

You walked into the kitchen behind Albert and watched him place the cookies down. “Would it be terrible if I indulged?” He asked you; the double meaning, however, was lost on you.

“It would be terrible if you didn’t.” You chirped back with an encouraging nod.

Albert felt himself pulse in his pants; imagining you saying the same words right before he’d force himself inside you and watch you cry out. He bit into the cookie and moaned, half from the taste, and half from the subtle rock against the counter he did. “Might have to hire you to make these for me all the time.” He joked once he recovered.

“Oh you wouldn’t have to pay me. I’m just happy to give you something yummy! I’m glad I caught you today…wasn’t sure if you’d be home.” You said, not knowing whether to get comfortable or walk to the door.

Albert took another bite lest he ask if you could be the yummy thing you’d give him so willingly; he began walking towards you, and you gathered it was time to go. “I get weekends off, so if you’re ever in the neighbourhood, you know when to find me.” He said. But instead of walking to the door, he sat at the couch, and you took that as an invitation.

As you sat down, you failed to notice how the older man shifted closer to you so once you settled, and successfully invaded your space- after all, it would be rude to move away. You wore another dress that day- a little soft blue one that you didn’t wear too often. Albert took another bite of the cookie, and chewed it thoughtfully, at least that was what you thought. You didn’t need to know that he was thinking of anything he hated to keep himself from coating the inside of his pants with his cum again.

“How did you sleep?” He asked, turning a little to see you better; the last bite of the cookie in his hand.

You bit your inner lip to keep from smiling and blushing. He didn’t need to know that you had woken up with ruined panties, “Oh not bad. Got home late after dropping everyone off.” You shrugged and shifted, but your knee brushed his in the process.

Albert grinned gently, and rested his head in his hand as he braced his elbow against the back of the couch.

“Such a good girl…bet your daddy would be proud of you.” He murmured, watching you so closely. He had said the same word last night, and you had reacted…he was curious if you would again.

Albert soaked you in. How your face glowed and your hands trembled; how you couldn’t look him in the eye.

You’re going to be mine.

Then he blinked, and his voice was light, “I’m so sorry, I’m being rude. Did you want one of those delicious cookies?” He asked as if nothing had happened.

You grinned at his kindness, “Oh, sure. Just a half is okay.” You said, not wanting to take away your gift from him like a greedy child.

Albert returned your grin, but you missed the dilation of his pupils, “Open.” He said, and held the last bit of cookie he held in his hand to your lips, which made your brows pinch in surprise; but before you brain could catch up, you parted your lips and let him place the cookie in your mouth. Albert hummed in satisfaction, and held your chin as you chewed, “Good, isn’t it?” Came his lofty whisper that made your head cloudy.

So fucking obedient

You could only nod slightly.

He could see the dazed expression on your face- Albert might not have been terribly experienced in the art of seduction, but he knew that the girl in his hand was at his disposal.

“You like me, don’t you sweetheart?” Albert purred, leaning closer to you. He was growing greedy.

You finally looked away and shrugged half-heartedly.

“Ah, look at me.” He chided you with a tap to your nose.

You swallowed and your eyes fluttered.

“You like it when I touch you?” He cradled your cheek, drawing small circles by your mouth.

You nodded again.

“Say it.”

“I…I like it when you touch me.” You whispered.

“Yeah?” Then he pulled away and relaxed into the couch, “Do you want to touch me?”

You fought to think. What did he say?

“Yes.” You breathed out, your mind was completely gone.

Albert hummed in satisfaction, and sucked in a breath.

This is going to be fun.

Without a word, he took your hand in his, and brought it to the crotch of his pants where his cock was hardening quickly. He flattened your palm and used it to stroke himself, grinding his hips into your hand, “You feel that? You did this. I was fine until I saw you last night…I fucking came in my pants when I went to change. Thought about fucking you right there in front of my brother and your sister…” he rasped. His predatory eyes were locked onto yours.

You stared at him, not able to move or speak.

“Did you get all wet for me, sweetie? Let daddy check.”

Just like that, your brain shut off.

“Come here,” he cooed, pulling on the hand that he held against himself. You stood up and came to stand between his spread thighs as he continued to stroke himself. He stared at you for a moment, then reached under your dress to pull your panties down and growled when he saw the darkened patch where your cunt had been.

Embarrassment should have frozen you, but like a woman possessed, you placed a hand on his shoulder and stepped out of them. You knew you should be concerned, but your mind was empty. Perhaps it was the shock of the sweet older man -who you had known for a total of 13 hours- now grasping your soaked panties in his hand and raising it to his nose, or maybe you were just naive to fully understand what was happening.

He sucked in a long breath.

“Why didn’t you tell me what a mess you were making, sweet thing?” Albert murmured; you felt his large hand around your arm, and pull you into his lap, “You’ve just been torturing me, you know that? That’s not very nice of you…” he pouted and tilted his head to the side.

Your lips parted, and you fought to think, “I…I’m sor-“

“You’re sorry?” He cut you off, “Is coming back to my house in a little dress like that…with cookies and soaked panties with no intention of letting me have a taste…sound sorry to you?” Albert mocked you.

A taste? But the cookies were for him-

“I’m not talking about those cookies.” His eyes seemed to grow predatory the longer he stared, and it wasn’t until the fabric of your panties brushed against your thigh that you noticed he was rubbing them against his pants to stroke his cock. “I’m talking about that cunt between your thighs that I could smell as soon as I opened the fucking door.”

Gone was the lofty, gentle voice you had heard before. Now all you could hear was a low growl that settled into your bones.

Your mouth dropped open as you listened to those depraved words leave his lips. Never in a million years did you think that he would be relaying such filth to you, and you certainly didn’t think you would listen, but there you were.

“Come on, where’s that pretty voice of yours?” He rasped, slipping his free hand into your hair before grasping it painfully, “Answer me.” He snapped.

You jumped in fright and fought to find your words, “I-I just…”

“You just? You’ve gone all silly, hm?” Albert soaked up your embarrassment, and rocked into his palm, “Or maybe you just want me to touch you?” His hand in your hair released you, and slipped down to your thighs where he paused, “Lift your dress up for daddy, sweetie.”

He saw your jaw drop sweetly at the title he gave himself.

So she likes that? What a filthy little thing…

You let out a shuttered breath, and moved your shaking hands to the hem of your dress.

“That’s it…” he encouraged you.

You pulled the hem up over your thighs and bunched it around your waist so you were completely exposed to him.

Albert sighed out a gravelly breath that sent a shiver down your spine; before you could blush from his heavy gaze, his hand was back in your hair, and those lips you had admired were against yours. You gasped in surprise, and put your hands on his chest as if to push him away, but that sweet taste was still on his tongue and it slipped into your mouth, and you were helpless. Albert groaned at the feeling of your body relaxing, and smirked to himself when he felt your little hands gripping his shirt.

His hand left his pants, and opted to wrap it around your waist to hold you tight against his body as he stood with you wrapped around him. You gasped and accidentally bit his lip, tasting blood; you pulled away and began to stutter out a meek apology but Albert said nothing as he strode to his room, and threw you harshly onto the bed.

You stared up at him, not even caring that your dress was flipped up for him to see your -shamefully- glistening thighs; he was ripping his shirt off in a flash and crawling over you before you could take a proper breath.

“A-Albert-“

“Shut up, sweetie. Let daddy make you feel good.” He rasped, pulling on your legs to shift you closer to him. The older man bunched up your dress around your waist, and pressed a harsh kiss to your navel before he was nipping at your thighs. Then, again, he paused and reached up to his lip and dabbed it before looking down at his finger.

Blood.

Your eyes went wide when you saw that his lip was definitely bleeding, but they only widened when you saw his breathing grow heavier.

“Now look at what you did. Say you’re sorry, bunny.” He murmured in a strangely sweet but stern tone.

You felt so tiny.

You couldn’t breathe.

He smacked your thigh. “Say it!”

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered.

“You’re sorry…?”

“I’m sorry, daddy.” Your voice was a shell of what it usually was. Your brain was so busy playing catch up, that you could barely even register the words in your mouth.

Albert closed his eyes and sighed heavily.

“That’s my good girl. See isn’t that easy?” He cooed, kissing where he had slapped.

You nodded and sucked in a breath at the feeling of his lips on your thigh, moving higher. The sensations were too much, and had you squirming to try and alleviate the intense sensations. But Albert only grinned and chuckled as he skipped the rest of your leg and planted a open kiss right on your clit.

A loud whimper echoed through the house, and it took you a moment to realise it was coming from you.

“Did that feel good, bunny?” You heard Albert ask from between your soft thighs as he did it again, “You like my mouth on your little pussy? I bet you do.” He kissed you again, but this time he sucked your clit into his mouth. Hard.

You cried out and tried to wriggle out of his grip, but Albert had his hands and arms around your hips, pinning you there for him to use you as he pleased.

“Ah, ah…hold still.” He bit your thigh, then returned to your soaked entrance, this time slipping his tongue inside you. Your eyes rolled back, and you arched your back; he ground himself into the mattress at the sound of you mewling so prettily for him. Albert returned to your clit, and sucked on it slowly. It had been years since he had done anything like it, but he caught up quickly with what made you rock into his mouth for more. He could feel you start to tense as your pleasure built up; your hands found their way into his hair and your attempts to hump his face were adorably pathetic.

“I- I…p-please I’m-“ you stuttered.

“That’s it, you’re gonna come?” He mocked you, slipping a thick finger inside you and stroking against your sensitive spot, “You’re gonna come when I get to 1, okay?”

You nodded helplessly, right on the edge.

“5.” He sucked at your clit, and you screamed.

“4.” He slipped his tongue inside you along his finger.

“3.” He slipped another finger inside you, and you felt tears running down your cheeks from trying to hold back.

“2…” he sucked at the skin of your thigh-

Then he pulled away completely. Nothing touching you.

You bolted up, eyes wide and teary.

What-

“You didn’t think I’d let you come that easy did you?” He tilted his head to the side all innocently, and rose up onto his knees.

You must have looked like a kicked puppy judging by how he chuckled mercilessly at you, “Now why don’t you take off that little dress and sit pretty for me.” His voice was ragged as he crawled next to you and nodded down by his feet.

With your eyes glued to his, you slowly lifted the dress off yourself, and let it fall beside you. In the back of your mind it registered that it was the exact shade of his eyes, and you wondered if you had done that on purpose.

Albert wondered too.

Of course she did.

She’s yours, whether she knows it or not.

Albert grinned wolfishly and blindly began undoing his belt, “You’re going to watch. And if you try anything…well you’ll find out.” He winked down at you, which you answered with a deep blush.

You watched as he unzipped the fly, and the head of his cock was already peaking out from the top of his briefs, eager and weeping pre-cum. His large hand gripped it and pulled the shaft out completely, and you couldn’t help but let your jaw drop open.

“What’s wrong bunny? Too big?” He murmured like he cared.

You didn’t say anything, only staring. Then Albert began to stroke himself, his hips bucking up into his hand after keeping himself on the edge for so long. You watched, feeling your pussy clench around nothing at the sight of the older man’s cock.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his free hand go to his pocket and pull something out; you let out a whimper when you saw it was your panties that he was now wrapping around his shaft as he pumped.

He eased his thumb over the head, and hissed at the sensation. Albert took in your sweet, desperate little form and how your hands were clenching so tightly to refrain from reaching out.

Such a good fucking girl.

“You want this don’t you?” He rasped, gripping his cock tighter to make his point, “I bet you’re making a mess on my clean bed, aren’t you?”

Your breathing came in heavy gasps, and you nodded.

“Get the fuck over here.” He growled. You barely had time to move before he gripped your arm and pulled you onto his lap.

Albert held your hip in one hand and his cock in the other. Up close now, you were nervous as to wether or not it would fit, but he didn’t let you fret too much before he was pushing the swollen head inside you.

“Ah-“ you gasped, clutching onto his shoulders. He was huge, and it felt like you were lit on fire.

“I know sweetie, but it’s going-fuck…it’s going to feel so, so good-“ he groaned and thrust up and forced another inch inside you. You knew you wouldn’t be able to sit properly for days at the sheer stretch of him inside you alone.

Albert was entranced by his cock getting swallowed up by your body, and he had to force himself to hold back lest he fill you his his cum right there. But oh how pretty you’d look all shocked.

He gripped your hips with both hands and pushed you down his length until your hips met his, and you choked out a pained gasp. The bulbous head of his cock dragged against your walls so firmly you saw stars, and couldn’t help but clench around him.

“You like that? Huh?” He rolled his hips and drew a moan from your lips that made his cock twitch, “I can fucking feel you, you little- fuck!” You met his hips as he rocked against you, and you both gasped at the feeling.

You wished you could form a sentence to make him as flustered and flushed as he did, but all you could do was grip his shoulders for dear life, and whimper.

“You fuck every old man who says you’re nice? Huh?” He chided you.

“N-no-“ you breathed, grinding against him, already feeling your orgasm build.

“No. I didn’t think so. You’re a good girl aren’t you? You’re mine, right?” He rasped, thrusting up against you.

Your mind was clouded with lust and you nodded.

“Say it. Say you’re mine, sweetie. You belong to daddy.”

“I’m y-yours-“ you murmured, head lolling into the crook of his neck.

That easy huh? That’s my girl.

“That’s right.” He gripped your hips even tighter until it hurt, and bucked up into you.

“I-I-“ you stammered.

“You’re going to try and come again?” He growled into your ear, biting at the skin. You nodded helplessly, and let out a sob, “Yeah you fucking come. Come on I’ll be nice.” He rasped; you swore you could feel his voice vibrate through you.

It took two more rolls of his hips for you to break, and you were well aware of the fact that your vision went dark, and your hearing was null.

Albert felt you tighten uncontrollably around him, and pressed your face into his neck when a scream tore from your throat. A gush of cum soaked his shaft, and he almost stopped breathing at the feeling. Your shaking legs and sobs sent him over the edge, fucking himself into your slick pussy until his cock throbbed and his cum began to fill you up. His hips kept rocking against you until he felt his pants grow saturated with your joined cum. Then, when he slowly came back to his body, he felt how you had slumped against him. Boneless.

So trusting.

You were almost limp, and Albert began to wonder if you had passed out as he cradled you there with his cock still inside you. But then, after five blissful minutes, you slowly raised your head to look him in the eye and Albert felt something inside him pulse with a need from the way you looked at him. There was a certain devotion in your blissed out face- an almost thankfulness.

A lovingness- it didn’t matter if it was from the brutal fucking you had just received or a true adoration. To Albert it was all the same, and he wasn’t about to let you go. It didn’t matter how it started, he was going to keep you with three words.

“My pretty girl.”

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[daddythegrabber]

Pairing: Albert Shaw/The Grabber x Reader

Warning(s): Daddy kink, blowjob in van, a little touching here a little touching there, p in v sex, dom!Albert Shaw, sub!Reader, first time these motherfuckas have some action, dirty talk, pet names

Summary: Albert and the Reader finally has the opportunity to be with each other and I mean that not just like talking…. 👀 this is ladies and gentleman what we have waited for. Enjoy.

The Grabber

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Both of you were intoxicated from the alcoholic beverages, and you two cannot stop touch each other. As the booze gave you much more confidence you danced closer to him, one hand snaked around his neck and with the other caressing his body, until you stopped at the crotch area. You felt him excitement through his ridiculously tight jeans. He moaned softly into your ear and it sent shivers down your spine, and heat pooled down your core, you felt that you want him…… want him to fuck you, to own you. His sneaky hand found his way to your right thigh and moved his fingers up and down, moving dangerously close to your heat. But he decides that he wants to play with you, to work you up, until you cannot stand the hurt in your belly. You bit your bottom lip and you hear him growl.

“Hmm….. naughty girl. I bet you’re already so wet. Are you Bunny? C’mon tell me.” He whispered and it was making you more wet. You look into his eyes and slowly and agonisingly lean to his ear.

“What if I am?” You say and bit his ear playfully. He practically rut against you now, his cock now fully erected and waiting for your attention.

“You’re so naughty. Maybe I’ll work you up some more and take you down to the basement again.” Your eyes widened and he just smiled mischievously.” Not because I wanna lock you down there… no. Just think about more pleasurable ways. Remember, it’s soundproof.” His voice was filled with lust and his index finger found your sensitive but and it made your legs wobbly,

“What if I want to scream your name, let everybody know how’s fucking me so good?”

And now he’s speechless. You don’t know why, maybe because of the way you talk to him, you never imagined that you would talk like that.

“You minx. Driving me insane. I have to punish you for that.” He warns you but you just wink at him and slip to his body even more that a piece of hair could not get between the two of you.

“What are you waiting for, Daddy?” You placed your hand in front of you mouth and looked at him in shock. And as you could see that he was in a shock too. After he realised what you have said hugged you by the waist and pressed your lower half to his and moved his cock to show you how aroused he was.

“You want Daddy to punish you?”

“Yes.” You admitted and blushed even harder.

“Yes what?”

“Yes….. Daddy.” He smiled and hugged you, hand immediately shot it to hug him back.

“We have to get out of here I’m afraid. Bad girls have to be punished. And you, Bunny was incredibly naughty. Working up Daddy like that.”

“Please, Daddy….. I wanna be punished.”

“You beg me so sweetly, it’s hard to refuse. Let’s go. I’ll give you something you won’t forget.” He kissed you, but it was not gentle, it was all teeth and tongue, and you liked it. Albert grabbed your hand squeezed through the crowd of people, you saw that (bf/n) was talking to someone, and your eyes met with hers/his. You smIled and (she/he) knew that you’ll have a good time finally. You two finally got out of the building and made his way to the parking lot where you saw the familiar van he’s owning. He impatiently grabbed you by the waist and violently tossed you aside and pressed you to the van, your legs wrap around his waist and he kisses you passionately. You grab onto his hair and pull it slightly while he rut into you, creating some friction.

“Sorry, Love. I cannot contain myself anymore. Ahh…. I wish I would fuck you like this, you pressed to my van, my cock buried deep in your wet cunt.”

“A….Al. Please..” then he stopped and looked deep into your eyes, his pupils were blew wide, sweat glistening on his forehead, costume’s a little messy, fangs already gone. He looks….HOT.

“A-a… try it again Sweetheart.” He said and started kissing down your neck, nibbling at it like some hungry animal.

“Oh… God…” you plea and bang your head on the cold van.

“Wrong again…. I think you really deserve that punishment. Be good for Daddy and sit on the passenger seat.” He kisses you once more and let you go. You immediately obeyed and took a seat on the seat and he follows shortly after, sitting on the driver’s seat. He turns the key and the van’s engine sprung to life. He gripped the steering wheel and drove off. The air was thick with desire, you cannot even think straight. A though went through you head, and it might be dangerous but you like to test the waters, and you placed your left hand onto his leg, squeezing it gently. Al looked at you and he knew that you’re onto something.

“What do you think you’re doing Bunny?” He placed his right hand onto yours and squeezed it.

“Maybe I can relieve some of your “pain”. Your cock looks painfully hard. I just wanna help you…….. Daddy.” You pouted your lower lip and squeezed your tits together to give him the view.

“Oh… you wanna be a good girl for Daddy? Then what are you waiting for? Give Daddy what you want.” He grabbed your hand and placed it onto his bulge, and pressed it down on it, he’s moaning and you like to hear him moan. You immediately went down on him, pull the zipper down and free his cock from his boxer briefs. His tip already leaked with pre-cum. You did not hesitate and licked the tip licking the cum up and taste it. You heard the wheels screech and you looked up at him.

“Continue. I did not tell you to stop Bunny.” He said and collected a fistful of your hard and moved down your head on his cock, gagging at the end of it.

“Yessss…. Finally.. your mouth is so hot, perfect for my cock.” He moaned after his sentence and moved your head up and down slowly and painfully, once or twice you had to swallow and it added more to the blowjob. His wanton moans filled the van, while you pleasured him as he liked. His hand tightened on the steering wheel and his breathing became more erratic.

“Y….Yesss… I just wanna come in your mouth so bad. Make you swallow my seed. Would you like that my Bunny?” Did he just call you My Bunny?

“Ymmmms.” You moaned around his cock

“You’re such a good girl. I’ll cum in your mouth an you’ll swallow every drop of it.” He ducked your mouth faster, tongue making circles on his head every time he moves you hand back up. And it drives him crazy.

“Here I come Bunny. Take. It. All. He growled and finished into your mouth so deep you could not even spit his semen out, cause how deep his cock was. The van came to a stop and you regained your seat. Your mouth were agape, panting heavily, hair messy from his hand. And when you looked at him, you almost came. He looked so sexy.

“You. Are incredible my Darling. I cannot wait to bury myself into your tight pussy. Let me get the door for you.” He said and exited the van and ran to your side to open the door. He held out his hand and that’s when you realised that he zipped himself up.

“Thank you Al.” You grabbed his hand and took your feet down to the ground, your hand remained in his.

“You’re welcome. Let’s go inside. It’s pretty cold out here.” He said and wrapped the cape around your shoulders. After he grabbed you hand again and approached the front door, he opened it and let you inside. It was surprisingly warm there.

“Come. Let’s go to my room. But before that, are you hungry Darling?” Your eyes widened in surprise. Is he alright. He just made you go down on him and now he’s asking you if you were hungry. You did not want to spoil the mood but you actually were hungry.

“Uhmm…..” And that’s when your stomach start to growl, loudly. You awkwardly look down on the floor in embarrassment.

“What do you want to eat Bunny? I’ll get it for ya.” He said and grabbed your chin, moving it up and giving you a quick kiss. It made you smile.

“I feel like Chinese.”

“Perfect, you go Darling. Go to my room and make yourself comfortable. And you can change into my clothes. I’ll be right back Bunny. And behave.” He smacked your butt and kissed you. After he left you immediately took of your heels and went ahead into his bedroom and you remembered well. As you stepped into the room, the first thing that caught your attention was the polaroids you sent him. They’re on his nightstand. And as you step closer to the bed you see that there’s some stuff on one of them.

“Fuck…..” you then realised what that was, and you started to undress. It was so unusual. You, in his room, completely naked. But you did not think of it anymore. You stepped to his wardrobe and grabbed onto a black t-shirt and some boxers and put them on. Just as you finished dressing up Al came into the room with the take outs. And you were hungry. He eyed you up and down.

“What?”

“Nothing. I just like you in my clothes. Especially when they’re discarded on the floor.” He winked and placed the boxes down onto his nightstand and hugged you after.

“I’ve missed you Bunny.” He confess

“I missed you too…. Even it was a ridiculous short amount of time while you were away.” You giggled and he sat down with you on his lap. And just stared into each other’s eyes.

“I was such a fool, letting you go like that.”

“It was not pleasant, how you treated me that night. But.. I just cannot stop thinking about you after.”

“Glad to hear that Bunny. So am I. You filled my every though, every part of my brain, cause I couldn’t think about anything else but you. Can you forgive me?” He asked and looked down to his lap. You stroked his hair a bit and then grabbed both of his cheeks and made him look up at you. His face was sad. And you did not want him to be.

“I forgive you.” That’s all he wanted to hear. His mouth moved up to a smile and kissed you, and you wanted to deeper it, to feel him some more. Ha grabbed your ass tighter and made you move up and down on his lap, feeling his cock harden from every movement. You on the other hand grabbed the hem of his costume and helped him get out of it. Finally feeling his sling with your fingertips, you moved your hands up and down on his torso massaging it in the meantime.

“Oh Daddy please. Can I have my punishment now?” You asked and it made him giggle.

“You can Bunny. But first undress. Right now. Don’t make Daddy wait.” He commanded and it headed into your core. You did as you told an undressed, but it was slow and painful, for him of course. And when you got fully undressed he made a motion with his finger to turn 360 degrees around. And like a good girl you are obeyed. You wiggled your ass a bit to his pleasure and when you turned to look at him, you saw his predatory gaze eating you up. You did not hide from him.

“You look so stunning (Y/N).”

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” You winked at him.

“Come here. Come to Daddy.” He grabbed your wrist and made you lay over his lap, ass in the air. “You’re so good. Obeying my every word. I almost considered not giving you a punishment.”

“But…”

“No buts…” He slapped down on you ass cheek hard, almost too painful to handle. You moaned at the contact and it made him worked up again. His cock starting to sprung to life again. Because of you.

“Be a good Bunny. And maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

“I need your cock.”

“I’ll give it to you, but now I have an ass to spank, haven’t I?” He asked and you just nodded, waiting for his hand again. “You don’t have to count….. but I’ll slap you as many time as I want. I want your ass to be red and raw.” He gently stroked one ass cheek and slapped on it hard, and his hand travelled to the other again repeating the process. You do not know how many slaps he gave you but you certainly knew that your pussy’s dripping from the pain and the pleasure.

“P….Ah.. Please.”

“Awww. My Princess’ already begging?”

“I…. I need you. Please Daddy….please.”

“You can do better (y/n).” He now slapped your cheeks harder than before and it made your eyes wet with tears.

“Please Daddy. I want to feel your big cock in my wet pussy. I….I can’t take this anymore. Please Daddy. You’ll stretch me soo good.” You couldn’t believe that your begging for his cock like this. Completely at his mercy, but you liked it as much as he do.

“I’ll give you what you so desperately need. Lay down on the bed. Hands to the headboard and do not dare move them from there.” You slowly get up from his lap but of course with his help and did as you’re told. Laid down, hands to the headboard, legs spread wide. His gaze was something else as he eyed up your naked, sweaty form. Your legs were shaking of pain and pleasure.

“You look magnificent My Love. I can’t wait to devour you. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.” He confessed while undressed himself and stood before you in all of his glory. “You like what you see?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“I have to confess something (y/n).”

“Go ahead.” You smiled at him and it made his heart flutter. He slowly positioned himself between your legs and his hands next to your head, pressing himself to your body, cock to you opening.

“I love you.” He confessed and slowly entered you to the hilt. Your hands remained at the headboard as he commanded but how bad you wanna hug him.

“Ahh..yes. You feel so good, better I have imagined.”

“Your cock stretching me so good. Please Al. Move.” You plead and his eyes lit up at his name.

“Anything for you.” He smiled and kissed you. It started to become heated as he licked your lower lip, asking for entrance, that you gladly gave him. Your tongues battled with each other while his hips moved painfully slow, cause he wanted you to adjust to his length. As he was fully into you one of his hand stroked your breast, grabbing it, toying with it, it was already sensitive to the touch so it made you jump a little, Al’s little laugh caught your attention and he just winked at you.

“I like how your boob feels inside my hand. It’s perfect.” He kissed down your throat, lapping on it, licking and sucking the sensitive skin leaving bruises behind every kiss, but you did not mind. They’ll remind you of him. Suddenly his hip start to move again and settled in a slow pace almost agonising slow for you, but Al knew that you’re not so patient. But only he was in charge there. You wrapped your legs around him to deepen the thrusts and it move up to your cervix.

“You’re so tight. I might spend myself so soon, but we do not want that.”

“No Al. We don’t… ahh…yesss… please.” His thrusts became more frequent and deeper as before. You felt your orgasm build up.

“You can touch me now (y/n).” As he said it you immediately grabbed him by his face and kissed him deeply and while you two were kissing your hands started to wander to his shoulders and onto his back, scratching the skin lightly for him to feel. A deep moan erupted from his throat and his thrusts became more and more erratic. Now he’s fucking you like an animal in heat. Pounding into your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. It was so painful to hold back much longer.

“I cannot hold back. I’ll cum into your pretty pussy, filling you with my seed. Ahh…. (Y/n). Say my name…” he commands again.

“Daddy.”

“Wrong answer.” His hand snaked to your throat and slightly squeezed it, adding oil to the fire.

“Ahh….mmmm… Al. Please.” You pleaded

“Hm… close. What’s my name?”

“A….ahh… Albert.” You cried out

“Very good. That’s the only name you’ll scream when you come. Understood?”

“Yes Al.”

“I’m coming. Right into you. I can feel you squeezing me. Let go. (Y/n) cum on my cock.” He did not have to ask you twice. As he spent himself with a loud moan so did you, screaming his name in satisfaction. He was panting from exhaustion, and kissed you slowly. After that he laid down next to you. Motioning you to lay your head on his chest, to cuddle him. And you did. You could feel his heart beating so fast, and it calmed you down. He stroked your back while you hugged him by his waist and just enjoy the moment shared between the two of you.

“I love you Albert Shaw.”

“And I love you (y/n) (l/n).” He kissed the top of your head, grabbed the duvet and tucked both of you in.

Oh boy! This is the end of this fic. I’m so glad that I finally finished it. I hope you liked it as much as I did. Thank you for all the support and feedback ❤️ I couldn’t do it without you amazing people ❤️

Laters Gators 🐊

XOXO

#ethan hawke #the black phone #the grabber #albert shaw #the grabber x reader #ethan hawke x reader #albert shaw x reader #slashers #the grabber x y/n #the black phone 2022

[yelenasdiary]

October Special Information

Okays, so after some thinking, I have decided to give something for everybody to read. So, I'm calling this 'October Special' which will include Kinktober, Flufftober & Darktober!

Below the cut, you'll find everything you need to know before sending me a request. Please read through this carefully, I know it's a long post with a fair bit of information but I'm trying to make this go as smoothly as possible for myself as the writer x.

As always, my blog is 18+ ONLY! Men & Minors, please DNI!

Requests -

~ The deadline to have requests sent is September 23rd (AEST). For anybody outside Australia, this would be September 22nd.

~ Sending a request doesn’t guarantee it will be written, I may get an overwhelming amount of requests for this & if that happens, I simply cannot write them all.

~ When sending a request, please state if you want Reader to be fem or GN! If you want Reader to have a penis in the fic, please mention if you want them to be Fem, GN or AFAB/AMAB.

Kinktober -

~ When requesting, please mark your request with "For Kinktober", if you don't I will just assume your request isn't for the event.

Here is a list of what I am comfortable with writing & what I am not comfortable writing. Please read these carefully, if you send a request that I am not comfortable with, I will delete it without an explanation.

Comfortable With: Daddy/Mommy kinks, Con Non Con, Character x Character, Character x Reader, Breeding Kink, Voyeurism, Desperation, Toys, Bondage, Double Penetration, Lactation Kink, Somnophilia, Exhibitionism. FAB! Reader with a penis and/or Character with a penis.

Not Comfortable With: Scat, Incest, Pedophilia, Character x Male Reader, Body Shaming, R*pe, Racism, Age Regression in a sexual setting.

I do not write smut for celebrity x reader. I only write smut for female fictional characters x reader.

Flufftober -

~ When requesting, please mark your request with "For Flufftober", if you don't I will just assume your request isn't for the event.

~I will write fluff for platonic, age regressed reader and family based fics! So when requesting, please state if the relationship within your idea is romantic, platonic, age regressed reader or family based (meaning Character x Sibling! Reader or Character x Daughter! Reader).

If you have any further questions, please don't hesitate to message me! x

Darktober -

~ When requesting, please mark your request with "For Darktober", if you don't I will just assume your request isn't for the event.

What I'm Comfortable With Writing: Dark Angst such as, gore, murder, kidnapping, mentions of SA, drugs, blood, childhood trauma, PTSD topics etc.

What I'm Not Comfortable With Writing: Details of r*pe. Like I mentioned above, I am fine with mentions but not detailing the event. Detailed racism, I’m okay with mentions such as “So and so was racist” & I will not write body shaming content in detail.

If you have any further questions, please don't hesitate to message me! x

Extra Details -

~ I will post a fic every Monday, Wednesday & Friday for this special, giving you all a total of 13 fics. Again, for all those outside Australia, this will be every Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday.

~ All fics will be posted at 5PM AEST. If for any reason I will be late posting, I'll make a post about it.

~ I will not have a seperate taglist for this, if you want to be tagged for any of my work, please leave a comment on THIS POST

Who I Write For -

If somebody isn’t listed here, it doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for them. Please remember that I DO NOT write smut for Celebrity x Reader. Smut is only for Fictional Character x Reader.

Yelena Belova (Marvel)

Wanda Maximoff // The Scarlet Witch (Marvel)

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

Kate Bishop (Marvel)

Agatha Harkness (Marvel)

Melina Vostokoff (Marvel)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Charlie Ross (The Little Drummer Girl)

Kelly Foster (We Brought a Zoo)

Jane Banner (Wind River)

Leigh Shaw (Sorry For You Loss)

Alice Chambers (Don’t Worry Darling)

Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West)

Any Variant Character on THIS LIST

Florence Pugh

Elizabeth Olsen

Scarlett Johansson

+ More

With that, I can't wait to give you all something for all to read and enjoy! I'm excited to see what you guys come up with! If you have any further questions, concerns or if you're confused on anything, please don't hesitate to send me a message or ask.

#fanfiction #yelena belova #marvel #florence pugh #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #Kate Bishop #scarlett johansson #haliee steinfeld #Scarlet Witch #Kinktober #Flufftober #Darktober

[capncassas]

2021 Master List

Steven Rogers

Teammates Nothing More - A Captain America x Reader Fanfiction.

Mr. Rochester

Jane’s Awakening - Henry Cavill as Edward Rochester Master List

Clark Kent

Everything’s Better with Bacon - one shot

A Little Bit Embarrassed - one shot

August Walker

Private Eyes - two parts

Daddy Always Knows

Capt. Syverson

Supply Run - one shot

Twinkies, Ho-Ho’s, and Ding Dongs - Continuation of Supply Run

A Dog Named Kevin - one shot

Oh, Baby! - one shot

Pretty As A Peach - one shot

Walter Marshall

NFWMB - one shot

I’m Your Dad Now - one shot

Cuddle Buddy Wanted - one shot

Repeat Offender - one shot

Sweet Silver Bells - series master list

Will Shaw

Playstation & Chill - one shot

Sherlock Holmes

Are You Quite Alright? - one shot

Ronon Dex

What’s Up Chewie? - one shot

Arthur Curry

Respect the Storm - one shot

Playing with Fire - one shot

Connor

Heat - one shot

Thor

Little Warrior - one shot

#2021 masterlist

[piratesfromspace]

Masterlist

👄 : mature theme (but nothing explicit)

🔥 : smut

🔪 : violence

Please review the detailed warnings at the beginning of each post

THE LAST OF US

Joel Miller/Reader

She’s back (angst, drabble)

The Escape 🔥🔪 (hurt/comfort, smut)

COD: MW2

RAIN UNIVERSE - Ghost/Reader & Reader/all 

Series with an autistic!Reader

I - Rain or Shine 🔥(smut, hurt/comfort)

II - Hard Rain 🔥(pining, angst, light smut, w/ Soap)

III - What happens in Siberia 🔥🔪(pure smut, w/ Soap, Price, Gaz)

IV - Plaything 🔪(angst, capture/rescue)

V - After the rain 👄 (angst, hurt/comfort)

ONE-SHOTS with various CoD Men

Just Like Old Times Part 1 👄 (Price/Reader & poly141, Winter fluff, praise kink)

Just Like Old Times Part 2 🔥(Price/Reader & poly141, smut, fivesome)

Night Blue 🔪👄 (Price/Reader, rescue mission)

Three - drabble 🔥(Soap/Ghost/Reader, pure filth, threesome)

Medieval AU!Price 🔥(Price/Reader, drabble)

Vampire!Price 🔥(Price/Reader, period sex, drabble)

Taken 🔪(König/Reader, angst, extreme violence)

TOP GUN MAVERICK

Squadron/Reader

Imagine - Type of lovers 🔥

Imagine - Dirty talk 🔥

Phoenix x Reader 🔥🔥 (pure smut, dom/sub vibes)

Rooster x Reader 🔥 (smut, menstrual sex, hurt/comfort)

Squadron x Reader 🔥 (smut, group sex, angst)

Bob x Reader 🔥 (emotional hurt/comfort, friends-to-lovers, smut)

Imagine - Comfort 🔥 (hurt/comfort)

Hangman x Reader 🔥 (body insecurities & comfort)

Hangman x Reader 👄(how to cure a hangover)

Other pairings

Hangman x Rooster x Phoenix 🔥 (crack fic, threesome)

RINGS OF POWER

Arondir/Reader

A New Path 🔥 (soft smut, PWP, human!reader)

Headcanons 🔥

Wounded 🔥 (hurt/comfort, smut)

Small 🔥 (smut, size kink)

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher/Reader

Poison 🔥🔪(smut, angst)

Frenchie/Reader

Forget 🔥(smut, sub!Frenchie)

TRIPLE FRONTIER

The boys/Reader

Imagine - Going to Disneyland 👄 (fluff)

Tequila shots 👄 (drabble, poly vibes)

ATLAS 🔥 🔪 🔪 (poly vibes, angst, smut)

Breakfast - Atlas Universe 🔥🔪 (poly vibes, angst & fluff & smut)

Old Romance - Atlas Universe 🔥 (poly vibes, period sex, fluff & smut)

THE PUNISHER & DAREDEVIL (MARVEL)

Frank Castle/Reader

Training Day 👄 🔪 (knifeplay)

You again 👄 🔪 (extreme hurt/comfort)

SFW Alphabet 👄 🔪

NSFW alphabet 🔥 🔪 (smut, fluff)

Good Girl 🔥 (smut, brat taming)

After the Rain 🔥 (soft smut, hurt/comfort)

Daredevil/Reader

The Email (fluff, hurt/comfort)

NARCOS

Javier Peña/Reader

Imagine - White Knight 👄🔪 (hurt/comfort)

Imagine - White Knight Part 2 👄🔪 (hurt/comfort)

Horacio Carrillo/Reader

Imagine - Sick (hurt/comfort)

STAR WARS

Kino Loy/Reader (Andor)

Flesh and Dreams 🔥🔪(hurt/little comfort)

Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth/Reader

A Mandalorian, a Marshal, and some complicated feelings: 

part 1 🔥🔪 (hurt/comfort)

part 2 🔪 (hurt/comfort)

part 3 🔪 (extreme angst + hurt/comfort) 

Din Djarin/Cobb Vanth

Caring is hard 👄(angst)

Poe Dameron/Reader

Autistic!Reader blurb (fluff, hurt/comfort)

Anakin Skywalker/Reader

The Mechanic 🔥 (PWP)

Kylo Ren/Reader

La Petite Mort 🔥🔪 (Vampire AU)

ETERNALS (MARVEL)

Druig/Reader

In Your Mind 🔥 (sweet smut)

Druig/Makkari/Reader

Christmas Gift 👄(fluff)

FAST & FURIOUS

Deckard Shaw/Reader

Finance Management 🔥 (smut, sugar daddy vibes)

VARIOUS

Santa Claus/Reader (Violent Night)

Brandy & Gingerbread 🔥 (Christmas fluff and soft smut)

Alfred Pennyworth/Reader

Rain & Berries 🔪🔥 (hurt/comfort)

Pedro Boys/Reader

Imagine: recovering from painful sex 🔥 (comfort, fluff)

James Bond/Reader

When in Venice - James Bond AU 🔥 (w/ Oscar Isaac & Jon Bernthal)

Ransom Drysdale/Reader (Knives Out)

A Spirit of his own 👄🔪 (Halloween fic)

FIC RECS

Part 1

#masterlist #javier pena x reader #the punisher #din djarin x reader #frank castle x reader #cobb vanth x reader #narcos #star wars fanfiction #din djarin x cobb vanth x reader #deckard shaw x reader #hobbs and shaw fanfiction

[chris-evansimagines]

Purple! (Dad!Chris Evans Blurb)

Requested by @iguessweallcrazyithinktho . Thank you so much for the request honey. I hope you like It ❤🌈

Type: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None! Fluffy!

You rested your head on Chris’s shoulder, looking at Theo resting on Scott’s chest, almost asleep. You smiled at him and looked over the table filled with yours and Chris’s family. The kids were by the pool, their grandparents watching them closely.

“Save it, Scott. I know what you are going to say.” Chris said when Scott smirked at him. “What is stopping me right now is that you have my son in your arms.”

You chuckled, knowing that Scott has been teasing Chris all day because he was getting older. You knew It was quite a sensitive topic for him, but they took It between them as a sibling’s joke.

“Mommy, can I have some?” You hear Olive ask you has she pointed at the cake.

“Of course, love. Come here.” You smiled, picking her up. She sat on your lap, giggling when Chris extended his arms in her direction and picked her up. “Oh, you want to play fair?” You laughed, cutting a slice of cake for Olive.

You noticed Lisa looking at you with a smile on her lips. You knew how important their grandkids and kids were. She just wanted to see them happy and took inside her heart as family everybody that made them happy.

“Careful with mommy’s belly, baby.” Chris gently warned Olive when she wanted to come back to your lap.

After eating, you sit by the pool, watching the kids play. You giggled at how electric Oliver is resembling you of Chris. Always jumping around and making the others laugh. Stella and Olive were playing with their dolls while Theo took a nap by the sun lounger in the shadow with Chris.

When everyone left for a short walk until they got to their homes, you and Chris put the kids to sleep, staying a bit longer with Oliver that claimed there is a monster inside his bedroom. You and Chris were getting ready in the bathroom when Oliver stormed inside your bedroom, throwing his arms in the air.

“Daddy, I shaw It!” He said, tears threatening to fall.

Chris planted a kiss on your shoulder, rubbing your back before he walked out of the bathroom. “Daddy is on duty.” He whispered, making you giggle and then smile.

“Hey, buddy… What’s wrong?” Chris asked him, picking him up. He kissed his forehead and walked outside your bedroom.

“I shaw purple!” Oliver said pointing at his wardrobe. Purple was the name Chris decided to give the supposed monster that sometimes happened to show at Oliver’s bedroom.

“Maybe purple just wanted to say hi, buddy…” Chris said, tucking him inside his bed again. “Daddy will look.” He reassured him. Chris pretended to be looking around with a flashlight, turning It off again. “I think purple is gone, buddy.”

“Pwomisse?” Oliver asked him, his big bright blue eyes looking into Chris’s.

Chris smiled, nodding. “Daddy will wait until you fall asleep. Come on.” Oliver closed his eyes, cuddling against Chris’s chest. Chris’s fingertips brushed Oliver’s hair, helping the little boy to fall asleep.  

Taglist: @lovecatystuff​ ;  @patzammit ; @tacohead13 ; @mrs-captain-evans ; @notyourtypicalrose ; @chris-butt ; @dwights-new-plague ; @thummbelina ; @jesseswartzwelder ; @lizzyclifford13-blog​ ; @05spn18 ; @chrissbabybunny

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Stranger

I Know You

Summary - After that evening, the freckled face of that man was engraved in your memory. You hoped that you would meet him again and you do but not all meetings are pleasant - some reveal the dark secrets of life.

Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader

Warning - Fluff, Angst (a lot of angst), swearing, 18+ SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it people)

Square filled - Showering together (implied) ( @spndeanbingo )

Word Count - 2.5k

A/N - This is the second part of the series Stranger (my brain hates oneshots). Prepare for the slow burn people.

The dividers are by @talesmaniac89 and the banner is by me.

A/N - This is the first time I have ever written smut. I have tried my best lol. Also thanks to @bucky--barnes because her fic Innuendos helped me a lot to write the smut part. There are certain parts in the smut that irked me a little while writing so I decided not to include those but maybe in the future I can write about those (I'm very new to this whole thing).

Okay enough of nervous rambling, just go ahead and read it!

“This is the last time I'm warning you! Step away from the cake,” you yelled making your husband jump and drop the piece of the cake, “what did you do?”

“You shoufn’t haf yellt,” he spoke with his mouth full.

“Get. Out. Now,” you seethed as you examined the destroyed piece.

“I like it when you get all bossy,” he goes to grab your waist but you successfully dodge his hands. “Y/N,” he pouted.

“Those eyes won't work on me Mister,” you raised your eyebrow, “and I need to clean up the kitchen because your dumbass acted like a child.”

“I didn't.” He grumbled.

“Leave the kitchen now. Go check on your demon spawn,” you said.

“Hey, he's half yours.” He argued.

“He got all your bad qualities,” you smirked. Dean stared up at you with his green eyes and said, “maybe our baby girl will get your bad qualities,” he caressed your still flat stomach.

“How do you know it's a girl?”

“Father's instinct,” he said.

“That's called mother instinct-”

“So fathers can't have instinct?” He grinned.

“That's not what I meant, you fool,” you said.

“Uh-huh,” he smirked, “So you think-”

“Mommy, Daddy,” Jaxon, your three year old came running into the kitchen with Scooby hot on his heels.

“What's up kiddo?” Dean turned and picked up the little boy in his arms. Scooby whined and nuzzled his face into Dean's legs, trying to get his attention. “You're not forgotten, buddy,” he started to pet the German Shepherd.

“Cake,” Jaxcon said and hid his face in the crook of his father's neck.

“Bad qualities,” you threw a look at him and saw him shrugging.

“We have to wait for Grandma and Grandpa to arrive sweetie, then you can eat it,” you said.

“Okay,” he pouted.

“Come on Y/N, give him one piece,” Dean said.

“Don't encourage our son. If he gets a sugar rush, you have to deal with him,” you shook your head at your husband.

“Scout’s honour,” he grinned, as you cut up a piece of the cake.

Dean put the little boy down into a chair, when he started wriggling in his arms. Jaxcon immediately dug into the sugar factory as soon as you handed him the plate. You walked out of the room to check on the other preparations, as Dean kept a close eye on the boy, his hands occasionally petting the dog and scratching his ears.

Life was good. After that night at the bar, you had met Dean again. You were having a bad day - you had just handed the resignation letter to your pervert boss and walked out of your office, when you had bumped into him on the streets.

“I feel like you are my guardian angel who just pops up whenever I have a bad day,” you had laughed.

“Maybe it's a sign from the universe for us to be together,” he had said, a big grin plastered on his face, “let me take you out on a dinner. You won't have another bad day.”

You had agreed and one thing led to another and here you were now married to him with a child and another one on the way, organising a family gathering to celebrate the thirtieth anniversary of your parents.

“Hey babe, I think your parents are here,” Dean called out from the kitchen.

“Yeah got it,” you shouted back.

“Hey Mom, Dad, happy anniversary,” you greeted as you opened the door.

“Thanks sweetie,” your Dad leaned into giving a peck on your cheek.

“Mr and Mrs. L/N,” Dean greeted, “thirty years huh? Happy Anniversary. Come on in. Your daughter has made some delicious food items.”

“Dean,” you chided but couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to spread over your face.

“Soon you will be celebrating your thirtieth anniversary. Time flies when you are with the right person,” your Dad said and you knew your Dad was right.

So yeah, life was good.

“It looks like a freaking djinn,” Dean said, clutching the steering wheel tightly as he drove back to your town. He gritted his teeth in anticipation, as he focused on the road ahead.

“Dean you need to slow down or else we'll be dead even before we reach the town,” Sam frowned, “maybe it's a Djinn, but I am sure that Y/N/N’s absolutely safe.”

The older hunter's jaw ticked as he tried to put a brake on his racing thoughts - why did he always have to think of the worst?

After another hour of driving, Dean pulled up his car in front of a house. Jumping out of it, he jogged up the stairs and knocked on the door waiting for a reply.

“Dean stop! Maybe she is at work,” Sam intervened before his brother kicked down the door.

“No. She is in a huge ass danger. I can feel it Sammy,” Dean said, gripping his brother's shoulder tightly.

“You need to focus, Dean. I don't think you freaking out will help us at all. We need to treat this as any other case,” Sam said, “maybe Y/N’s safe after all.”

Nodding his head, Dean went back to his car, Sam following closely. They drove over to the nearest motel. Within a few minutes, they had switched to their fed suits and started going over the case and the alibi of the witness.

“Man with tattoos appeared out of nowhere. Bingo!” Dean exclaimed, “I told it seemed like a case of the tattooed suckers.”

The Winchesters started working rapidly - from interviewing the witness to finding out the locations of abandoned warehouses and buildings in the town.

“Uh….Dean. I think this might be the location where the Djinn is tak-”

Sam’s words were interrupted by the shrill ringtone of Dean’s phone.

“Agent Shaw speaking,” Dean said, “another missing report?....Name?” Sam saw his brother's eyes widened with fear and anger, as he continued to speak with the person over the phone.

“Thanks for letting us know,” He said and disconnected the call.

“There has been another report filed, another person has gone missing. Her name is Y/N L/N,” Dean breathed out, “I am gonna kill every one of those sons of bitches.”

“Mhm,” you groaned, as you were woken up from your deep slumber to your husband peppering kisses all over your face.

You opened your eyes to see him staring at you with his forest green ones. Pulling you close, he captured your lips in a sensual kiss. You moaned into his mouth as his teeth slightly grazed your lip. Without letting go of your lips, his hands started to work on the buttons of the flannel which actually belonged to Dean, unbuttoning it successfully and you laid there in just your panties.

“De-” you whimpered as he started to leave a trail of kisses down your bare body. His calloused hands massaged your breasts, his sinful mouth started to suck at the sweet spot on your neck, eliciting a sweet moan from your mouth.

“That's gonna leave a mark. Gonna let the world know you're mine,” he growled into your ears, his voice making you shiver with anticipation. As his fingers worked on your already hardened nipples, his mouth slowly moved south.

Spreading your legs apart, you felt his hot breath at your clothed, wet core. “N-need you,” you breathed as you felt him starting to kiss your inner thighs.

“Mhm, so fucking wet already,” he mumbled, as he swiftly ripped off your damp panties.

“Dean, p-please,” you whined.

“Please what?” He gave you a cocky grin, his fingers brushing past your sensitive clit.

“Either fuck me or put your magic fingers to use,” you pouted which immediately turned into a gasp as he put a finger inside you. He started to pump at a slow pace. Your back arched in ecstasy as he picked up the pace. He put another finger, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the bedsheet tightly. He curled his fingers inside you and kept pumping at a quick pace, brushing your g-spot over and over again.

“F-fuck,” you moaned, as your hand left the bedsheet, to tug at Dean’s hair, entangling your fingers with the short, soft strands, making him groan.

“De, g-gonna c-co-” you whimpered.

“Then let it go, sweetheart,” he rasped and that's all it took as your body shook with pleasure, you came hard on his fingers. Dean moved up to you as you panted, your mind and body in a euphoric state. He pecked your lips lightly as you tugged at his boxer’s band but he lightly swatted your hands away, “so impatient.” You noticed the sizable bulge in his boxers. He grunted, throwing his head back in pleasure as you palmed his cock through the soft material of his boxers.

He pulled down his boxers, his hardened length sprung free. You took his cock in your hand, giving it a few strokes.

“Nuh-uh,” he groaned pushing your hands away. “I won't last long i-if you do that a-and I wanna be inside you.” You let go of him, giving into his plea.

He kissed you once again as he lined himself in front of your entrance. “Fuck,” you gasped, your eyes fluttering close as he pushed himself inside you.

“Shit sweetheart,” he groaned, “not gonna last long.”

“Mhm,” you moaned, failing to form any coherent sentence, “m-move.” Dean obliged, slowly pulling out of you till only his tip was inside you. He kept thrusting into you, “s-shit, baby.” You jerked your hip forward, trying to meet his pace. He quickened his pace as he roughly kissed you. He continued to ram into you, his cock brushing your g-spot every time, making you moan out loud. His hands travelled all over your body. He let out a breathy moan as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Gonna c-come,” you whimpered, your pussy clenching around him.

“Let go baby,” his thrusts became a little sloppy, as Dean inched towards his climax. Your hands gripped tightly onto his biceps, as his fingers entangled with your hair.

“Fuck Dean!” You cried out as the coil inside you snapped and you felt yourself coming undone, “fuck!”

Dean thrusted into you a few more times before he let out a guttural moan, his seed spilling inside you, coating your walls. He dropped his head onto your shoulder, his face hiding in the crook of your neck as he collapsed on top of you. Panting, Dean pulled out of you, as he rolled to the other side of the bed. You both laid in bed, as you pulled the covers up to cover your modesty.

“Morning,” you smiled.

“Morning,” he whispered, pecking your cheeks, “I'm gonna go and get a shower. Join me.”

“No funny business. You have work and you are already running late,” you warned, “and the kiddos are up.”

“Scouts honour,” he said as he walked into the bathroom in all his naked glory. You removed the covers and climbed out of the bed to go to the bathroom.

“Y/N,” you stopped in your tracks as you heard a voice calling your name.

“Dean? Did you call me?”

“Nope.” Your husband replied from the bathroom. You shrugged off the feeling and went into the bathroom, joining your husband. Needless to say, you guys didn't make it out of the bathroom in time.

“We already have a ten months old and a five year old. Don't you think you should tame your libido?” You said, while feeding your daughter.

“I can't keep it in my pants with you walking around me,” Dean said, “sooner or later, I will put another baby in you.”

“Daddy!” Jaxcon exclaimed as Dean leaned in to kiss you.

“What?” He groaned making you chuckle.

“I will be late for school! Hurry!” The son urged.

“Who gets so excited for school? He is a nerd like you!” Dean said and walked over to his son not before he had kissed you. “Take one to know one. Go or your boss will kick you out!”

Ava, your ten months old, babbled as she waved at her father. “Oh look, your baby girl says bye,” you said, catching your husband's attention.

“Bye Ava,” Dean waved back as he followed your son out of the door. This was your daily morning routine.

“Y/N, sweetheart, wake up,” you heard the voice again but no one was in the house anymore except your daughter who could hardly form complete words.

“Who is it?” You called out in the empty house.

“Y/N, sweetheart wake up,” Dean said to your unconscious figure lying on the ground. Exhausted, injured, Dean desperately tried to wake you up. Tears pricked at his eyes, as guilt ridden thoughts made their way into his mind. Two lifeless bodies of the djinns laid on the ground beside you.

“Sammy, she's not waking up,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Let's take her back to the bunker. I already gave her the antidote. If she doesn't wake up, maybe we can look through the archives of the British Men Of Letters,” Sam grunted as he stood up. They both were beaten up but none of them suffered any life threatening injuries. Dean picked you up in bridal style, as he made his way towards his car. Sam joined you and Dean after he was done burning the bodies.

The drive back to the bunker was tense. Sam was in the driver's seat as Dean was in the backseat with your head resting peacefully in his lap. He caressed your face, removing a few loose strands of hair, as he waited for you to wake up with bated breath.

“What if the antidote doesn't work?” Dean asked, worry evident on his face.

“You remember what happened with Charlie?” Sam asked, “we have to use African Dream Root to wake her up. We have to invade her dreams.”

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Masterlist

[Edit: MASTERLIST IN THIS POST!! New stories always appear at the top of their category. I know, it's messy, will rearrange it someday.]

GIF van valcazaara

The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber: Stories: *~* The Chance to make a Change (Grabber x Reader) When you end up in front of the Grabber’s house, you decide to take matters into your own hands and stop Albert Shaw from kidnapping and murdering these innocent boys like he does in the movie. You have good intentions. But will you succeed? (Rating Explicit, Lots of warnings and tags such as odler man/younger woman, age difference, size difference, rape/noncon, violence, dead dove: do not eat, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, daddy kink, major character death, etc) *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Albert Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of 'the gift'). Drabble: *~* A warm spring day in the garden with your family (implied kidnapping) * ~* You're kidnapped and have insomnia (Smut), Explicit, Non-con warning. *~* You're kidnapped and have amnesia [ Part 1 ], Mature. [ Part 2 ] *~* You're his new neighbor and meet him when Samson enters your garden. Sweet, light drabble, bit of flirting, Rating: Teen. *~* The Grabber returns for you after you escaped him. Modern AU. Mature. Imagine: *~* Albert Shaw x (Teacher afab) Reader - Search Party

Crossovers: Black Phone & Joker

Drabbles:

The Magician - Reader and Arthur go to see a show, but the Magician is getting a bit too friendly. Rating: PG13, no real warnings except jealousy and possessive men.

Moon Knight (Series 2022) Arthur Harrow: Fics: *~* Harrowing Love - Rating Explicit. Asylum Patient Harrow has to make a child with reader so Ammit's powers can escape. Excuse for loads of smut. Starts darkish with noncon, quickly transcends into consensual, fluff and romance. Strangers to Lovers. *~* HIS - Dr. Harrow x (F) Reader - Rating Mature. (You suffer from Amnesia and have forgotten that Doctor Harrow is actually your husband. Or have you? Dark twist. Warnings: Amnesia, Allusions to Smut, Mature themes, dub-con,betrayal, Jake Lockley x Reader mentioned.) * ~~ Prompt Fill: Cleopatra and the Cult Leader (Rating Teen: Arthur Harrow x Reader (You dress up for a party like Cleopatra. Arthur Harrow’s there, and he’s intrigued.) *~* Prompt Fill: Arhur Harrow x Reader | Lockley's Brilliant Plan (They thought a little student like you wouldn’t raise suspicion. They were wrong. Explicit, Smut, dubcon/noncon/reader is a spy for Lockley). Imagines: *~* Arthur Harrow x Amnesic Reader waking up (Rating T, Sweet tale ) *~* Imagine Prompt: Arthur Harrow visits his mother (Rating: T? Reader insert, mentioning of relationship, pregnancy, and other fam related things). *~* I'm the only one (Harrow x another fem. Harrow x Reader (unrequited?) Arthur Harrow wants something from you that he usually gets from another follower. You had claimed you would do anything to save his life, but you would not do that. *~* Happy Valentine's Day (Reader receives a rose. General rating, gender neutral reader) Includes edited image. *~* Imagine prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader | Kaiserschmarrn (You visit Austria with your parents, M? Not explicit, but with a dark twist) *~*Imagine Prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader (Reader resurrects Ammit scenario) Drabbles: *~* Arthur Harrow x Driver! Reader : Driver confesses she is in love with him. Rating: Teen, sweet drabble. *~* Arthur Harrow x Reader & Daughter: Seashells on the beach: Rating:General, Family/Fluff/Sweet Drabble *~* Arthur Harrow X Assassin Reader : Lentil Soup : Dark but decent version, Rating: Teen. *~* Arthur Harrow x Amnesic (Fem) Reader (His Wife) Sweet version *~* Arthur Harrow visits his mother (Reader insert) HeadCanons: *~*HC: Arthur Harrow & His Mom Headcannon. *~* Arthur Harrow giving Reader Pet Names

GIF van mae-martin

Enola Holmes(2020): *~*Pine Cone Child : Enola/Sherlock Holmes, Enola/Linthorn (Mature, Read Warnings on AO3, currently on hold ) Pine Cone Child is a mature rated fanfic, mostly about Enola and her brother Sherlock pretending to be a married couple (his suggestion) to save Enola’s reputation and raise her child together. With angst, mature themes (check the warnings and the tags) light-hearted banter and lots of misunderstandings.

GIF van vanveronicango

Joker (2019) Arthur Fleck/Joker: Stories: *~*The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] (Arthur Fleck x Reader : You are Sophie’s hired babysitter, taking care of Gigi the best you can, when suddenly one day, Sophie’s neighbour is standing in the apartment. Explicit! Dark Themes. See all Warnings on AO3!) *~*The Princess and the Clown - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → You are a princess at a charity and Arthur is a clown. When you say something kind to him, he becomes obsessed with you. [ Modern Day AU. Mature. *~* No Family Man [ Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2]  On AO3 - Finished. Summary: You met Arthur when you were just in high school, but by the time you got into university, you knew you’d fallen for him. But then, when your parents moved, you lost him. Little did you know he would return for you. And to give you that baby you once said you wanted. Warnings: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome? Daddy Kink, Older man x younger woman. 

Ficlets: ~*~ Savior Fill: I Need You (Reader Rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor later on). A second fill, different to the one below this. ~ * ~ Savior Fill: I can handle myself (Reader rescues Arthur from the boys who attack him, Joker returns the favor by rescuing the reader later on). Warnings: (Mature for safety due to themes) Violence, (attempted) sexual assault, Crude Language, Clown beating, Blood, Murder. Drabbles:

Pregnant with Arthur's baby, there are complications (Angst)

You Meet Arthur in London years after leaving him without a word

Arthur sees Reader interact with their child

At the Movies- Reader goes to watch Joker again in Cinema and encounters him.

Arthur touching Himself on the phone - While speaking to reader, based on gif. (NSFW)

Arthur finds out that you are pregnant with his child

Continuation of Arthur finding reader is pregnant

Arthur with a chubbier/curvy S/O who is really soft

Reader makes Arthur cum in his pants and he calls them mommy

Prompt Fills: *~* NSFW ALPHABET for Arthur & Joker - Mature audiences only. Christmas Visit - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → { THIS FIC SOMEHOW IS LOST?? } Imagines: *~* Reader's Gary's friend and Arthur's Blind Date Imagine HeadCanons: *~* Arthur/Joker Love Language *~* Arthur/Joker at seeing their s/o injured in hospital *~* Arthur/Joker Pleasure with Younger Reader *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons with a younger reader *~*Arthur/Joker Headcanons for Kissing *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons for when S/O has been kidnapped *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons on Flirting. *~* Arthur asking Reader’s parents if he can marry you *~* Turn ons and offs for Arthur/Joker *~* HC about how Arthur and Joker would like to receive and express affection  *~* Jealousy HC for Arthur & Joker *~* Arthur/Joker x Reader, Age Difference. How it Affects Readers View of him, baby talk  (= First chapter of No Family Man) *~*On the Mental Instability of Arthur Fleck: Could you live happily ever after with him? [ An essay on a serious note] Prompt idea: *~*Prompt idea: reader is a student visiting Arkham Asylum  *~*Prompt idea: With 3 pictures *~*Prompt idea: Father went to get cigarettes

Once Upon A Time: Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin Ficlet: ~ *~ Mr. Gold/Rumplestiltskin x Reader (18+ Age difference, Older Man/Younger Woman, Dub-con, loss of virginity, jealousy, boinking your best friend’s dad.)

Peter Pan/Hook & Related Fandoms: Captain James Hook (Any version unless specified): Headcanons: ~*~ Captain Hook's reaction to a S/O being really affectionate and having anxiety?

House of a 1000 Corpses/Devil's Rejects / 3 From Hell Drabble/Ficlet:

~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader "Migraine", Warnings: 18+, Menstruation/Period Kink, Dub-con, Reader has migraine, smut. ~*~ Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader "Third Time's a Charm", Warnings 18+, breeding kink/pregnancy/murder etc., Can be read as a continuation of the drabble below this one: How reader is rescued, eventually, by the police. But not before having kids with Otis. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au, WARNINGS: 18+ due to themes. Otis and Baby take you to the hospital. You hope to find a means to escape your captors, but you discover something more. ~*~Otis B. Driftwood x (f) Reader, Modern Au. WARNINGS: 18+/Noncon/Murder etc. You met him online in a game, and now you regret it.

GIF van hiddleston-daily

Crimson Peak (2015) Headcanons: Headcanons for Alan with a sister

GIF van clintfbarton

Game Of Thrones (TV): Arya x Jaqen Imagine/Short story A Girl Named Arya

Doctor Who (TV) 12 Doctor x Clara Oswin Oswald Pride and Prejudice Prompt Fill (discontinued)

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[purplelupins]

Happy Together

Part I Part II Part III

|The Black Phone|

Albert Shaw x Fem!reader

Summary: Nothing like a new city. You just wanted a fresh start, and something comfortable, but what happens when you start to see the exact same patterns in Denver as you did before?

Warnings: the following warning are for the full fic, and not just this first chapter. PLEASE READ THEM. This is a DARK fic.

Dub-con (note that this is a link so it is actually wanted), Daddy kink, size kink, pet names (princess, kiddo, sweetheart, honey and more) mentions of death (including murder, torture etc), cumming in pants, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f and m) begging, breeding kink, innocence kink, biting, adultery, infidelity, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, home break-in, fighting (verbal and physical)…more will be added.

MINORS DO NOT READ THIS. IF YOU ARE A MINOR AND READ ANY OF MY WORK ILL TAKE IT AS DISRESPECT FOR MY BOUNDARIES. GO TOUCH GRASS

Notes: yes we know I’m bad at summaries. This is an extended fic request for my dear friend @mandowifey

There is an original character in this story named Richard and the face claim I am using is Hamish Linklater (specifically his role in Tell Me Your Secrets)

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Albert Shaw.

50’s.

Single.

Egg and sprite enthusiast.

Hypnotic.

Part time magician.

You watched him leave for work almost everyday now; taking notes of his tendencies and quirks as if he were an animal in the zoo. Now that you had spent a sufficient amount of time around him, you had seen Al laugh, and smile briefly at Samson, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see anything but a predator showing off it’s canines before it plunges them into the unsuspecting prey. But you, of course, were not unsuspecting in the least. Certainly your little heart beat away in your chest like it would run to safe ground if you let it -and oh how you wished you could- but you knew you couldn’t just run, if you ever confirmed your suspicions.

You wondered if Albert Shaw had ever seen another person like him, or if he had taken the city of Denver as his territory. You wondered if he even knew what he was, and if those tendencies were still dormant. What you did know, however, was that seeing eyes like those still startled you to this day. Hell, you still remembered the first time you had seen a predator amongst the sheep like him.

Washington, 1974.

University of Washington Library.

He was handsome, and had a charming smile; not terribly tall or intimidating. In fact he looked like the ideal “perfectly nice young man”. Someone you would see at a neighbourhood cookout, or a birthday party.

But just like the man pulling away in his black van 20 feet from your window, he too had had those blue eyes that had made your fight or flight instincts go haywire. He had driven a Volkswagen Beetle though, not a van.

It wasn’t that you even spoke to one another- you had been in too deep of a conversation with a professor, but a glance was all you had needed.

Lifeless eyes.

It didn’t matter how many crinkles formed beside them or how sweet the laughter was, the eyes of a killer were and remain all the same. Devoid, and homicidal.

Not to be confused with the stare of a person who had given up on life like a mother of too many children or a middle aged man with an erectile disfunction.

But you had wandered into the handsome wolf’s den, so to speak, and getting out would be no easy task. You knew your heart still beat too hard when you saw that tall lean frame of Albert Shaw, you couldn’t lie to yourself, but a predator was a predator, and you couldn’t just roll over and beg that he didn’t hurt you. He’d go right for your jugular if your perception of him was correct.

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“And would you like whipped cream with that, sir?” You asked sweetly, jotting down the man’s order as his wife glared unnecessary daggers into your head. Evidently friendliness was not something that was taken as a virtue in Denver…or perhaps it was just amongst unhappy couples. The poor man looked like he had the life sucked out of him, while his wife resembled a preened peacock; you knew he could use some extra kindness, even if it cost you a tip.

His wife inhaled sharply as she tapped her spoon on her coffee cup from stirring it. “No he-“

“Actually- yes I think I’ll uh…indulge. Thank you sweetie.” He barely even registered that his wife had tried to interject, and you paused for a moment to see if she would erupt into flames, but ultimately wrote down what you were told before you spun on your heel and ripped off the paper for the cooks.

A low-volume quarrel behind you was enough to tell you that this would not be a pleasant table to wait on. But while you contemplated caring a little less, you considered that little look of joy in the man’s eyes when you asked if he wanted the whipped cream, and you really couldn’t make his life any more miserable- not without regretting it.

“Phil?” You called to one of the cooks through the window to the kitchen.

“Yea hunny?” He turned and smiled. Phil Hander wasn’t a tall man, but he was round, and had red cheeks that reminded you of Santa.

Nice man. Loved his food.

“I just put in an order for table 6 over there, but can you add a little extra whipped cream to the pancakes? I think the poor soul could use some.” You winked, and he cracked a smile.

“You got it.” He said before turning back to the eggs he was frying.

You gave your thanks, and let out a long sigh that sat in your lungs as you turned back to the long wrap-around counter. Once you made the full turn, however, you found yourself nearly leaping out of your skin at the sight that greeted you.

“Fancy seeing you here, kiddo.”

That voice had you bolted to the spot for only a second before you recovered and fixed your smile.

What the heck is he doing here?

“Mr. Shaw! Can’t say I’ve ever noticed you coming to this side of town- do you work nearby or is this just a little coincidence?” You asked, getting him a cup of coffee like a good girl.

“No.” He rasped.

A blank answer- something he did often, you had noticed.

You wanted to fidget.

To roll your eyes.

To do something at his short and inconsequential answer…but you couldn’t.

So you just laughed and said “Alright. Can I get you anything? Eggs?” You asked. Your food suggestion had you nearly crying from laughter inside at your own joke. That man had enough eggs to feed an army in his fridge, certainly he wouldn’t eat more when he went out for food?

“Just the coffee.” He said, looking down the bar at nothing in particular.

Again, you nodded. “I’ll check on you in a few.”

And while you held your composure and did your best to put yourself at ease, you were squirming on the inside. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end; your muscles felt tight; your hearing felt too sharp. You were on high alert- senses peaking too fast just like they had in Washington.

You didn’t even know why really. It wasn’t as if you had actually seen him do anything or say anything of consequence since meeting him. If anything, he was very indifferent and tired of all of Max’s talk of that person- The Grabber and his many conspiracies. But there was just…something there. Something wrong.

You made your rounds with the steaming pot of coffee in your grip, including a stop at table 6 which earned you another harsh look, and a sharp intake of breath from the wife as she no doubt prepared a snide remark about you taking your time. Not that you gave her the time to do so before you were bouncing away to table 3.

All the while, however, you couldn’t help but feel those predatory eyes on you. Blue and sharp. You knew he was watching you. You wondered if he knew you knew…he had to. Why else would he be there? Was he trying to snuff you out before you could substantiate your gut feeling?

Once you had stalled enough in talking to one of your many regulars, you went back to the kitchen to retrieve a few orders, and cast a smile at the man hunkered over his coffee as he read a newspaper. “Still doing alright, Mr. Shaw?” You chirped to him.

“Unless you have coffee that tastes like peaches, I think I’m doin’ fine.” Al drawled, not even looking up from the forth page of the newspaper.

Jerk.

“Can’t say we do!” You tried to lighten the mood up to bo avail.

“Then I guess I’m doing just dandy.” He murmured, and scratched at the light stubble on his chin.

Then why are you staring at me, fucko?

“Great!” You forced out, and left him to serve the warm food in your hands.

This went on for a good ten minutes. You would top up your coffee pot, take orders and serve food that came through the window- almost like normal if it weren’t for the very big thorn in your side.

You took the newly finished order for table 6, and just as you had asked, there was a beautiful cloud of cream on top of the man’s pancakes, and you smiled genuinely as you walked to the table.

You couldn’t care less about how his wife’s food turned out, but regardless you served her first and relayed her order to ensure it was correct, then when she gave you a passive aggressive smile, you placed the pancakes down.

“And there you are sir! I’ll have you know the cream is fresh this morning and,” You looked at his wife quickly before lowering you voice just for him, “I may or may not have put a couple fingers into the bowl myself.” You winked and put your finger to your lips as if you were telling a deep secret, “Don’t tell anyone okay?” You whispered.

The man stared at you and you swore you saw his ears go pink. “Won’t tell a soul.” He murmured.

“Richard we need to be there fo- you haven’t started eating yet?” His wife burst, finally paying attention to her spouse just as you pulled away from his ear.

The man, Richard, jumped in his seat. You smiled at them both and said, “Enjoy your meal!” Before walking back to the counter.

You had half hoped that when you went back, a certain Mr. Shaw would no longer be there, but to your dismay, he was indeed still sat on one of the stools. This time, however, the paper was nearly finished, and you found yourself nervous that he might attempt a conversation…as if you would be able to hold one and remain normal.

“You must really enjoy your job, hm?” He murmured from behind you as you placed a new pot of coffee on the brew.

Your brow furrowed and you turned back with a slight tilt to your head in question, “It isn’t that bad. Can’t complain.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Then, Al finally folded the newspaper and looked up at you, and you got the same “deer caught in the headlights” feeling.

“That wife might.” He nodded over his shoulder.

Your hair began to stand on end. This sort of condescension and allusion wasn’t new to you at all…it was a good tactic for a predator like him to ensnare his prey, so to speak. Make them want to prove something to him, seek his approval. Tell him that “No I’m a good girl!” just like he would want to hear.

You blinked and straightened your back. “There isn’t anything wrong with being friendly, Mr. Shaw. Maybe you should try it.” The words were out before you could stop them. You were a nice person, but you definitely knew how not to be one, too.

“You might want to try and watch what you say. Some people don’t take kindly to a lack of manners.” Al rasped, and drank from his cup.

You sighed, but kept that practiced smile on your face, “I probably should. Good thing you’re not my daddy or I bet you’d have me bent over your knee.” It was most likely not the smartest come-back you could have made to Albert, but it his eyes widening and jaw clenching made it a little more worth it; even if it did put your head on the metaphorical or literal chopping block.

It seemed luck was on your side when you heard the bubbling of the coffee pot, marking its readiness; you grasped it with without looking, and sent him one more smile before making about your rounds again.

Albert ground his molars, and sipped at his coffee a little too harshly.

Brat.

The click of your shoes on the checkerboard tile calmed you, and gave you something to focus on as you stretched that smile of yours. You were starting to believe that Al was just a disgruntled older man who needed to get out more; each interaction felt akin to a kitten playing with a ball of yarn…though sometimes you had to wonder which one of you was which.

Then you came back around to the table with the nice man and his intimidating wife, and perched your hand on your hip as you held your pot, “How are you two doing over here? Everything alr-“

“Coffee.” The wife snapped and tapped her cup.

Your smile didn’t falter. “Sure thing.” You poured it a little too full and half considered making it overflow just to see her shriek, then turned to the man staring up at you with eyes that rivalled a puppy. “And how are you doing sir? Was I right about the cream?” You asked gently.

A smile fleeted over his face before he schooled it when his wife shot him a look and checked her wrist watch. “It’s very good thank you, sweetheart. Can’t say I can blame you for trying it.”

You laughed and poured him a little more coffee, “Well I’m glad you’re both enjoying.” You chirped, and ducked your head slightly to hide your pink cheeks.

“The bill please.” The woman said, checking her watch again.

Your eye twitched and a string of nasty words sat in your mouth.

Hope you’re going to court to get divorced.

“I’ll be right back.” You opted for.

Again, you hoped that when you turned around, Albert would have vacated his spot. However, that luck you had felt before evidently was washing away when you saw he was watching you quite unabashedly. His legs were spread comfortably and he braced an elbow on the counter. It was like he wanted you to know that he as trying to make you uncomfortable. If it weren’t for the fact that you were at work and that you heart was beating a mile a minute, you would have loved to give his attitude right back to him.

He needed to touch some grass and listen to a bird chirp.

The devil inside you made you look between his thighs -as if you could avoid it with him sitting so promiscuously- and you couldn’t help but note that there was a noticeable protrusion down the side of one of his thighs. Perhaps it was just a bunch in the seam, but you let you mind wander to less than innocent places for just a moment before you snapped back to reality and passed him by to get the bill the couple asked for.

Seriously, y/n?

“Blue suits you.” He said passively. Seemed he didn’t notice your slip-up.

You nearly laughed nervously as you wrote; you wondered if he meant the uniform dress or that you’d look nice all blue after he strangled you-

Calm down.

“Thank you very much, Mr. Shaw.” You smiled again, looking up at him quickly. It was hard to ignore the fact that he was watching you so intently.

He didn’t smile. Or nod. Or wink. He just sat there.

At his insistent silence, you sucked in a breath and began to walk back to the table waiting for you. You had just made it a few paces past the older man when your pen dropped right out of your hand and landed on the tile. With a mental string of curses singing loudly in your brain, you sighed out the air in your lungs, and bent over to retrieve it. The simple fact that your dress was short and you were bent at the waist went against your own common sense to kneel down is read, but you were getting frustrated and you were not thinking completely straight. Just as you stood back up quickly, you suddenly heard a squeak of one of the stools at the bar. Once you righted yourself, you turned back a little and noticed that Albert had turned back to reading his previously discarded paper far more intently than before.

What a strange man.

You tried to ease your nerves by focusing on the couple before you, and remind yourself that you might just be overreacting.

“There you are. No rush, I can get you two a piece of pie to-“ You started as you laid the slip of paper on the table.

“No, thank you.” The woman said a little less aggressively now that she was fed.

You nodded, and smiled, “Well then it was a pleasure folks. Hope to see you soon.” The last part was spoken mostly to the man- Richard, you corrected yourself. You heard him reply with a very soft “Thank you.” And you gave them one last nod of thanks before leaving the table one last time.

When you went to go back to your station by the pie and coffee, you were greeted with an empty stool and a finished coffee cup on the bar. You looked around quickly to see if Albert was still lingering somewhere out of your immediate sight, but there was nothing. You only spotted him when you turned to the window and caught his back as he disappeared out across the street and into the crowd. A sigh of relief washed your mouth of that horrible taste of discomfort.

You shivered again. You didn’t like him showing up like that, especially since you had only seen him a handful of other times, namely around your home and neighbourhood. Neither of which were odd anymore since you had started spending more time with them. But this one was.

This time was different.

Usually when you saw the Shaws, it was Max talking your ear off, and Al standing there arms crossed like an impatient father with a toddler. As nervous as the older man made you, you couldn’t help but giggle at how accurate the image was.

But seeing Al just show up at your work without Max or you even telling him where you worked made your stomach churn.

Had you told them accidentally?

Was it a coincidence like he said?

Had he followed you?

Were you being paranoid?

It wasn’t like he hadn’t grown up there…Al had probably been to that diner alone many times in his life. And it wasn’t as if it was illegal to eat there or try a new place to eat. For all you knew he might have been driving by and seen you and thought he would try and spook you a little.

No harm in that.

God, get yourself together…

Your mind ran far too fast as you absentmindedly began wiping down tables and clearing them away. Then, just as you were about to crumble up one of the napkins from that couple’s table, you noticed something slipped inside. You paused and placed your tray down to get a better look, and as you opened the white paper, your heart stuttered.

Inside was a $50 bill, and a business card.

Richard Orson.

History teacher.

Your brows found your hairline and you stood there for a long moment in shock. Never in a million years did you ever think you would receive such generosity; the poor man must have felt terrible for the way you had been treated by his partner…and the lack of tip with the cheque. A genuine smile crept over your face, though you bit your lip to keep your face from betraying too much excitement; you knew how your regulars liked to stare and gossip.

All thoughts and worries of the potentially homicidal magician faded as you pocketed the tip, and card. In fact your thoughts faded so much that you didn’t even register that the tip left by the said magician under his coffee cup was in fact equal to that of Mr. Orson’s. You didn’t even notice it until you were gathering up all of your tips from the day, and saw double.

Two $50 bills given to you in one day, what were the odds?

Perhaps the same odds of a certain Mr. Shaw watching that nervous history teacher slip that bill and card into his napkin when neither you nor his wife was looking. The same odds that a bitter, unfavourable heat burst under Albert’s fingertips at the sight.

The very same odds, that Albert Shaw was in fact, just a little jealous.

But jealous of what, however, was what bothered him the most. He didn’t know what he was jealous of. Albert had decided that he would try to pick you apart- this strange girl who was so damn comfortable everywhere. The girl who had settled so easily into his quiet life; the girl who got along with the nosy biddies on their block.

The girl who scared the shit out of him.

Yes, you scared him. You scared him because no one had ever looked at him like you did. Like you could see past skin and muscle and see inside him. His mind and his memory. Like you could see what he had done, and knew what he was capable of.

He had seen the recognition and terror in your eyes…and something else he couldnt quite place. He hated how little he knew about you. Hell, he’d beaten all the information on you he could out of Max’s empty head. All he knew was what you had told his brother, and a few little things here and there that you had said…but Al wondered how much of those things were even true.

You had no reason to tell them the truth…based on how odd you were, he was fairly certain that you making up a story to tell them wouldn’t be beyond your imagination.

And indeed it was not beyond your imagination to concoct a false backstory, but recently you found it easier now to just tell the truth. Most of it. Parts of it…

You pondered your strange day, and and turned the steering wheel of your blue Ford pinto at a leisurely pace. The rear lights of the car in front of you glowed red, and you followed suit to stop.

Go.

Stop.

Go.

Stop.

It was at the fourth intersection that you felt the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. This had become a regular feeling for you, whether you liked it or not. Just like always, you checked around you, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Yet another reason why you thought you must be getting a little too paranoid.

You tried to chalk it up to being tired and still a little on edge from your visit from Albert, but the further you went and the closer to your home you got, the more uneasy you felt. Your eyes wandered briefly to your rear view, but with the night so dark and the lights so bright, you couldn’t tell if the vehicle behind you was new or had been behind you all along. Your gut churned, and you felt bile rise into your throat at the very thought of someone following you. But your rational brain tried to chime in; tell you that you drove a very popular route, and that even if the person behind you was the same since you left downtown, it was most likely just a coincidence.

But you didn’t like coincidence or most likely. You wanted yes or no. Fight or flight.

Sweat began to well on your skin as you fought with yourself internally, and you couldn’t deny the fact that you were scared. You veered off your way, and began down a side street. At first, you breathed a sigh of relief when there was no light behind you…but then after a few seconds, the car that had been behind you turned as well.

Your stomach fully dropped.

You shoved your foot down on the accelerator and turned haphazardly onto the next road and peeled down it to take a left, then a right then another right, then straight.

But every time, even if it took a second or two, those god damn headlights came back. It was no small car too, you could tell. A truck or a-

You swallowed.

A van.

You didn’t even care if you got a ticket or lost your way, you hit the gas as hard as you could and your little car screamed at you as you did. It took off down the road, and received a few middle fingers and honked horns, but you didn’t care. You drove through neighbourhoods until you found a house that looked to be tucked to bed, and you pulled into the drive way and shut off your engine and hid. And waited.

And waited.

And waited.

You heard a dog bark, and laughter one from the houses; a porch light switch on, and the rhythmic sound of a bicycle wizzing past, but nothing else. Fear gripped you so tight that you were certain your breath would never come back; you feared that if you looked up from your spot shoved down against the seat, the person you were running from would be right there.

A boogeyman.

Or worse, maybe that vehicle would be waiting down the street- illuminating the road with its bright headlights as if to taunt you and tell you to run. That it’s fun. Because it’s all a game.

Your hands shook, but you knew you couldn’t stay there all night. So against your better-or perhaps just terrified- judgement, you slowly crept up to look over the edge of the window; eyes wide.

Only to see an empty dark street.

There was nothing. Not even a strange car parked on the side of the road.

You swallowed and checked every window and side of your car to see if you had missed anything, but again, there was nothing. A nervous laugh bubbled up in your throat as your strung-out nerves began to settle, and you placed your hand on your forehead. Had you imagined it? Did that even happen? Were you just so spooked by your day that you had let your tired mind run away and get lost in your deepest fears?

The air in your lungs gradually returned, and you started to feel your heart slow to a steady, healthy beat. A half hour passed before you finally turned the key to start your car- the sound alone was loud enough to make you jump. You drove slowly, and cautiously; you didn’t care that you got home well past 6pm, or that your stomach was howling at you. All you found yourself caring about was that there were no headlights behind you for more than a few blocks at a time.

Your home called to you as you pulled in, and you nearly cried with relief. But in the back of your mind, there was an itch. An itch that demanded to be scratched. An itch that reminded you that whoever’s car you had seen or thought you had seen behind you had been a large car of sorts.

You very slowly got out of your car, and jerkily looked down one direction of the road, looked then looked down the other…but still saw nothing. Then, you reluctantly moved your gaze across the street to 7742 Irving Dr. That black van you saw everyday was parked, and the house was still. The entire street was fairly still, in fact.

You knew you should just leave it be and go into your home and sleep it off, but you couldn’t help yourself. Sleep would evade you if you didn’t check, and you would be haunted by your cowardliness.

So you forced your stiff limbs to move, and slowly wandered across the street. You rubbed your clammy hands against your skirt as you approached the large van, and walked to the hood; with each step you took, you checked that there was no one watching you or someone creeping up on you. Then as you stood there, with nothing holding you back, you stared at it for a long moment, debating once again just going home, but you couldnt. Your palm hovered over the metal for a long minute, but then you bit your cheek and placed it down on the hood.

The sensation your hand was met with made you breathe out an incredulous laugh. You very slowly removed your hand, and walked back to your home at a leisurely pace; relaxed right up until your front door was closed. That night you locked your doors and windows like you always did, but instead of simply letting sleep take you, you found a few sleeping pills you had kicking around, and swallowed them with a sip of water. Your nerves were shot from the day you had had, and letting your paranoid mind take over had been the final straw.

As you laid there staring up at your ceiling, your hand was still fuzzy from touching the hood of that van, and still just as warm. You were certain you would never forget the shiver that made every vertebrae in your back freeze when you felt the metal; it had been so warm…as if it had just been shut off just moments before you pulled into your driveway.

A few days passed without incident.

The morning following that night was evidently the most difficult to get through. You had half expected to wake up in a warehouse, strung up like a pig to bleed out, or tied up in the forest; something so horrible that the fear from the experience might be enough to kill you…but nothing like that happened at all.

On the contrary, things seemed to go oddly smoothly.

You coffee tasted extra rich, the milk you were certain had spoiled was good for another week, and your aging car had started on the first try. Even when you finally laid eyes on the elder Shaw brother for the first time since that fateful afternoon, he had given you a simple wave as he carried his paper bags of groceries inside without even a hint of mischief or ulterior motives.

You had stood there, mail in hand, for an extra five minutes to see if he would come to his front window and peer out at you; march up to you and stab you or drag you by the hair into his house. The sick part of you hoped he would, actually; if he did, then you could confirm your worst fears and either die knowing you had been right, or try and escape.

Yet every time you thought you would be able to catch Albert Shaw and prove to yourself that he was the psychotic man you thought he was…he would prove you wrong.

It drove you nuts.

You felt that you couldn’t even believe your own mind, let alone your eyes or ears or common sense. Everything felt upside down and flipped front to back no matter how you tried to look at it.

Indeed, the hood of Albert’s black van had been warm -that you did not deny- and certainly, there was something in him that made you go on very high alert. But there was a nagging in the back of your mind that said “Take a deep breath and calm down.”

If you were honest with yourself, you felt a part of you begin to experience a deep seeded guilt. Had you been wrong? Were you overreacting to everything? Had you really seen that deadness in Albert Shaw’s eyes, or were you just startled by his handsome face and were looking for something so terribly wrong with him; the poor man was probably just dead tired and had no life left in him from looking after his hyperactive, adult brother.

The guilt settled into you almost immediately after you had woken up after your horrible night, and you let yourself feel that guilt; the more you did, the more you realized how nice of a man Al was -albeit very rough around the edges. Perhaps nice wasn’t the best word for him…perhaps altruistic would suit him better. While he did not show a great deal of outward care and kindness, he did show a certain level of helpfulness and openness with those around him. He said hello to his neighbours, and you noted how Harriet called him Bert; you also noticed him cringe at it which made you cough up a laugh. He held doors open and helped old ladies with their groceries; threw kids balls back when they landed on his yard and would make sure Max had his car keys when he left the house.

Three days after you had let the guilt envelop you, just when you were about to head to work for a morning shift, your car wouldn’t start. As fate would have it, the one person you were so uncertain about had been taking the trash out in a large black bag, and had just so happened to look up and see you.

You had been so focused on trying to get the Ford to start that you had jumped and subsequently honked your horn by accident when you glanced out your window and saw him leaning down to it; you didn’t know if you had been so engrossed with the car that you hadn’t heard him, or if he had just been that quiet. The satisfied smirk he had poorly hidden made you want to replace his eggs with rotten ones, but to his credit, he had fixed the issue within 10 minutes. While you had told him you didn’t need any help -determined to figure it out yourself- it had felt…nice to receive a hand from him.

Albert also had the decency to not mentioned how red your face was after embarrassing yourself so badly at 6 am.

In keeping with honesty, however, you had to have a very real conversation with yourself about the great unease you had begun to experience nearly every day. It felt so cliche to admit that you felt as if you were being watched, but it was the truth, and you hadn’t the faintest idea why you felt it. Everywhere you went it was as if someone was breathing down your neck, specifically when you were out alone. Walking, driving, sitting in that coffee house talking to regulars you saw- even grocery shopping.

It didn’t seem to matter how many times you were able to rationalize what you were experiencing, it always came back to the fact that something felt off. It didn’t matter how many times you told yourself that it was just that baby in the shopping cart staring or even an elderly man with a loose gaze. A festering unease began to grow in your stomach, and you started to wonder if perhaps you had been a touch too friendly with someone in town, and they now thought it was within their rights to pursue you. You knew there was a fair share of deranged people in the world, and wouldn’t put it past any of them to take it upon themselves to follow you after giving into their delusions, or worse…

No.

No you couldn’t think like that.

Saturday was your day to treat yourself without errands or obligations. It had been a few weeks now that your time to explore the city had been cut short by Max, and now with what you hoped would be a free day, you wished to do just that; see Denver properly, minus any ice or snow. With summer right around the corner, you took the little joy you felt for the warmer weather and wore a sun dress to brighten your mood. Then, you found yourself in that coffee house you so enjoyed, sipping away at a caffeinated beverage that the waitress had suggested.

Your peace, however, ended quickly as a crowd began to form inside, and your personal space was intruded upon repeatedly. Claustrophobia began to get the better of you, and you found yourself finishing your drink quickly; making quick work of weaving between tables and bodies until you were outside and taking a deep breath. You squared your shoulders, and set off down the street to a main road, and let yourself get lost amongst shops and barbers and mechanics and grocers. Streets and avenues led you deeper and deeper until you-

Crashed right into someone.

Your gaze had been locked on a particularly beautiful view of the mountains and had completely missed a very tall person walking opposite you, and evidently they had missed you too.

“Oh- I am so sorry, I can’t believe I-“

“No, no please that was my fault. Are you alright-“

You talked over one another as you righted each other, and ensured neither of you were hurt, only for you both to finally look up and pause and laugh.

“Hello stranger.” You smiled up at those brown eyes you had seen so recently.

Sure enough, this was no stranger, not really. He had given you his card and a $50 tip after all.

“Oh! H-hi. Gosh…um, I- I’m sorry I didn’t uh…get your name.” Mr. Richard Orson managed to get out. You hadn’t realized just how tall he was when you had served him and his wife, but now as he stood before you, he dwarfed you completely. Not that he was large- he was quite lanky really, but very tall. Easily a foot or more on you.

You smiled and laughed, “I told you- good whipped cream will make the world melt away. Y/n. My name’s y/n.” You held your hand out to him, and noted that his long fingers wrapped around your hand comically. His hands were a little clammy, but warm.

“Richard.” He smiled a little nervously, though he seemed happy to see you, not displeased.

“I know…thank you by the way.” You said sincerely, “You bought my groceries for this week and next!”

His ears went red and he ducked his head, “I apologize for that, I didn’t want to just leave the money so I left my card too, and then I felt a bit ridiculous because I think people only do that in the movies… I…I just felt so awful for how my wife was treating you. We were just in a rush and I burned the toast that morning, and she was- well…it doesn’t matter.” He sighed and looked around, a little exasperated.

He wasn’t in a suit, and you found yourself enjoying how relaxed he looked- he seemed to be the kind of man to need relaxation. You hoped he was taking the day to do just that…though with how tight his shoulders looked, you had a hard time believing that.

“You’re a nice man, Mr. Orson. I’d be happy to see you there again.” You smiled, and touched his arm to remind him that not everyone was going to snap at him. It seemed like he existed on eggshells.

You watched him move his gaze from your face down to stare at your hand, then looked back up at you again, “You’re a very nice girl, y/n.” He grinned slowly, “I…-“ he started then shook his head.

“No- what is it?” You asked, suddenly concerned you had overstepped, and removed your hand.

His ears began to go pink again.

You hadn’t expected him to ask something like that…but you couldn’t say no, not when he looked like a kicked puppy.

“You know…I did just have a coffee.” You started, and his shoulders seemed to shag a little, “But I would love another one…can’t say the one I had was very enjoyable.” You laughed lightly.

His brows rose up and he grinned, realizing you had been teasing him, “You’re sure? I’m- I’m not interrupting your day?”

You shook your head, “Not at all, I was actually going to explore the city a bit…I just moved here in January.”

“January? God you must have been freezing.” He said, finally loosening up, “Well I- if you need a guide I was born and raised here.” He rubbed the back if his neck.

“I’ve seen worse.” You laughed and shrugged, “I would actually love a guide…can you promise to avoid all Baseball stadiums and anything including a hike?” You pleaded.

At that, he laughed. Properly.

“I think I can do that.” He grinned, and gestured for you to continue on your way, side by side.

It had been a wonderful day, and you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so at ease around someone; there was, however, that feeling in the back of your mind that simply would not leave. Like eyes watching you at every moment, or a hand hovering over your back about to snatch you. Your eyes would quickly darted around your surroundings in an attempt to pin-point the perpetrator, but to no avail; each time, in fact, that gentle voice of the older man in your company would bring you back with his concern. Asking if you were alright, or if the food wasn’t good, or if you were bored of a certain site he took you to.

Such a nice man.

You truly wondered how his wife would treat him so poorly; it seemed that at every turn he was trying to ensure that everything was right, nothing out of place. It was strange to have someone care so much for your well-being even though you were practically strangers, and you knew you shouldn’t be so enamoured with a man wearing a gold ring on his finger, but that hollow part inside you was head-strong and stubborn, and you could only fight it for so long.

That night, when he walked you to your car, that was still parked in the city by the coffee house, you kissed his cheek, and the blush that covered his face made it worth it.

“G-goodnight y/n.” He had stuttered out and waved as you darted away to your vehicle before you said something stupid. You had your head in the clouds like a teenager walking home from the school dance; it was ridiculous and unrealistic and perhaps invasive into their marriage…but a girl would dream. If you were playing the devils advocate with yourself- he even admitted himself that there was no love left there…hadn’t been for a long time.

So really, no harm done, right?

On Sunday, you ran your usual errands. Groceries, cosmetics, and anything in between. Really, you were aimless. While you did indeed have a list to do, you found yourself wandering through shops once again with no end in sight, and just like every other time, you began to feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, one by one. In the back of your mind. You briefly wondered if you had some kind of condition that made you so sensitive to being in public, but no matter how much you tried to blame yourself, you always came back to the same conclusion. Your paranoia had been growing. So much so that even Albert had made a jab at you about it.

Of course he knew exactly why you had that feeling. In fact he was surprised that you hadn’t noticed him acting as your shadow for weeks now- you seemed so perceptive, but perhaps he was wrong. However, he had noticed that you had the tendency to convince yourself of conclusions in order to…cope. He knew you were well aware of his little brother’s cocaine habit, but always asked if he was sick when he would sniffle or sneeze uncontrollably. Or how you were positive that the family down the road was having marital issues, despite having seen only a little tiff between husband and wife.

Very much in your own mind. Perhaps a little lost, if Albert was honest with himself.

Albert could see you from his spot, parked down a small street that was practically an alley, or could have been a service way. He made a note that now as the weather was warming you tended to avoid the heat peaks and often wore the sweetest little sundresses that made watching you all the more worth it. He had an entire filing cabinet in his mind with your little name on it- hobbies, habits, likes and dislikes, speech patterns, body language…

He could see you standing there having just stepped onto the sidewalk, a shopping bag over your shoulder. There was a breeze that toyed your hair, and lifted your dress ever so slightly. Then, Albert watched you go completely still. With such a sudden change in your demeanour, Al had half expected you to turn around and look right at him; as if you could sense he was there. You did that often, but never spotted him. Even when he had followed you and that man from the diner, you never saw him.

Albert’s thoughts were cut off when he realized he had zoned out and gotten lost in thought. When he refocused his eyes, he froze- you were gone. Albert kicked himself for letting himself slip like that-

“Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Shaw!”

Now Al was not usually one to jump, but when your face was suddenly right outside his open window, he did just that. Nearly shook the entire van.

Your brows pinched in concern when you saw how startled he was, “Oh my gosh I’m so sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you!” You said, putting your hands on the window ledge.

Albert let out a bothered sigh, as if you were one following him. Making him uncomfortable.

“What the hell are you doing out here, hm?” He rasped, crossing his arms over his thick chest and looked out at the streets.

He didn’t like how your eyes followed his every movement- at least he had the decency to do it when you didn’t know he was there.

“Oh you know- this and that.” You shrugged, “I was about to get something to eat if you want to come. Always happy to have the company.”

Al looked down at you like you were a cheeky child and shook his head, “Don’t be out late again.” Your eyes went wide at the statement. And with that, he went to put the key in the ignition, but then that spike of fear you often felt crept up your spine.

You didn’t know why you did it, but the words were out before you could stop them. “Would you mind giving me a lift?”

This stopped him. Albert blinked, but didn’t look at you, “I’m not your dad, Kid.”

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly and smiled, “Haven’t you heard of being neighbourly? You don’t have to be my daddy to give me a ride.”

Albert’s eye twitched.

Cheeky brat.

But when you didn’t move, Albert sighed and started the van, “Get in.” He rasped.

You smiled and ran to the other side, and hoped inside. “Thanks a lot! Thought I was going to get stuck in the heat later.” You didn’t want to tell him about the fact that your nerves were unsettled again, lest he crack another joke or ‘old man’ statement about it.

Albert didn’t say anything as he pulled out, and started down the road towards home. As you drove, you remembered the cold treat you had sitting in the bag you had tossed just behind your seat and found your mouth watering at the the thought of it. You quickly unbuckled your seatbelt, turned, and started rifling through the bag- smiling when you found the box.

“Sit back down.” Al grumbled behind you. He wasn’t about to have you fly through the windshield if he slammed on the breaks.

Not that you saw how his knuckles had turned white on the steering wheel or how he had rolled down his window even more to let in fresh air and distract from the intoxicating smell you had. Now as you were bent over, your dress had ridden up, and he had made the mistake to look over. Just like he had at the diner. And just like at the diner, you only had on simple black cotton panties under that goddamn summer dress. Albert looked out the window and forced his thoughts away through gitted teeth and heavy breaths.

“Hold on old man.” You teased him, finally coming back to sit with an orange popsicle in hand. “Let a girl cool off, would ya?”

Al looked back at you and nearly slammed on the breaks to tell you to get out. “Don’t you go making a mess with that, its already dripping down your damn arm.” He rasped and nodded to the mess you were already making.

You blushed and smiled. “Come on give me a little credit- I won’t let a single drop go to waste!” You licked the sweet trail down your arm, to your palm, and smiled sweetly, “See? No mess.”

But Albert could barely look at you. Seeing a young thing like you with her dress riding up her soft thighs, and happily sucking on a popsicle as it dripped down your arm made him nearly snap the wheel in two. He could feel his pants grow tighter and tighter, and he felt a wave of rage move through him; like he was being reduced to a hormonal teenage boy by some strange girl in a dress. His jaw hurt from clenching it so tightly.

Beside him, you had started babbling on about something Albert could only go “mhmm” to every so often lest he snap and drag you-

No.

No you weren’t right.

He shook his head and took a deep breath of the fresh afternoon air.

“- Mr. Shaw?”

Finally, Al snapped back into his body. “What?”

You blinked, sucking on the wooden stick, “I was just asking you about work…noticed you’ve been having more free time.”

He could have throttled you right there. Smart brat.

“Yeah, and why does it matter?” He rasped, turning onto Irving street.

“N-nothing- uh it doesn’t. I just…was curious. Maybe you can work on those nice wood carvings you told me about!” You chirped. Indeed he had told you offhandedly about a hobby of his that included wood work.

Albert pulled into his driveway, and sighed, “Need me to carry you to your house too?” As he opened his door and stepped out without waiting for an answer.

A warmth came to your cheeks, but you shook your head and hopped down to the pavement unbothered; your bag in hand and stick in your mouth- though it had lost its flavour.

“Thanks for the ride, Mr. Shaw!” You called to him as he disappeared towards the door; you could hear Samson barking for him already.

“Don’t make it a habit.” He called back. You couldn’t see it, but the older man was about to rip the door off its hinges to get inside and deal with the aching cock between his legs.

You lingered for a moment, and your smile faded when he entered his home without a second glance. But Albert wouldn’t be around you longer than he needed to. Couldn’t.

It wasn’t even that you had seen him, that startled him so much. It was how quietly and quickly you had snuck up on him. He hadn’t heard or seen you at all before you were right on top of him. Was he getting old? Had you been calling his name the whole time, and he just hadn’t heard you? Or had you spotted him and slipped under his nose to scare him?

He didn’t know, but he sure wasn’t about to find out.

Your evening had been a quiet one. You had settled into bed early, and even started on a new book that had been staring at you for a month. Which was why you were so startled at around 10 pm when a loud argument outside in the street broke out. You nearly leapt up when the sound roused you from your lull, and you drew the side of one of your curtains back in your living-room.

At first all you heard was yelling, mostly one voice but a little of another; then you looked outside and listened carefully, and found that these voices were ones you knew fairly well.

Your eyes widened when you saw both Max and Albert Shaw come out from their backyard. Max’s voice raised especially. You couldn’t even pay attention to the words he was saying before you noticed lights from other houses turning on in response to the row. Before you could think, you were out the door in your nightie, slippers and a robe. You were just past your gate when Max, who was now pointing his finger in Al’s face, punched his brother clean in the jaw.

You froze, and watched as Max made a beeline for his car and peeled out down the road. In his anger, he didn’t even see you.

Albert did though. He walked to where you stood, and cast a weary eye around the neighbourhood as a few heads poked out from their doors.

“The hell are you doing?” He rasped out, and took your arm, pulling you from the middle of the road and to his gate. You didn’t even see the car driving down the road that he took you out of the way from.

“I-I heard your fight and wanted to see if you were alri-“ you looked at his face in the light from his house and saw the mottled pink and red on his cheekbone from his brother’s punch.

He seemed to understand what you were staring at, and he took a breath to calm himself, if only for a moment.

“Sorry folks…just a brotherly quarrel. Have a good night.” He called to the last of the old biddies who wouldn’t go inside; you wondered if this happened often. You gathered it must have, what with the two of then being so drastically different.

He looked back at you, but said nothing. Albert simply turned around and walked back inside his house, calm as ever.

You were torn between just leaving it be, and keeping your nose out of their business, but these two men were a part of your life now…and you weren’t about to pretend a violent fight didn’t just happen. So you took a deep breath and followed after the older man.

Inside, you saw that there was indeed evidence of a fight. The board Max used to organize his thoughts and theories was hanging by a corner, there was a dent in one of the walls, and a mess of cocaine on the coffee table.

Ah.

“You can’t just leave things alone can you?”

You jumped and spun to face Al who was icing his knuckles…which you now saw were bruised and bleeding.

“Not like you really left me a choice…” you said, already walking over to him. “Sit.” You pointed to one of the dining chairs.

Albert stared down at you, and relented after a moment, sighing as he settled into the seat. You brought a chair in front of his, and took the ice from him before positioning it better over the open and purpling skin.

“What happened?” You asked.

“The wall bit me.” He said dryly.

You fixed Albert with a look. “Like how Max’s fist bit your cheek?”

You swore then, that you saw the tiniest of smiles on his face for just a second.

He was silent for about three minutes, and you didn’t say a word either. If you wanted to know what had happened, you needed to let him tell you.

So you waited.

“He doesn’t know when to stop.”

You looked up at Al, and saw him looking at Samson.

“Stop with…?” You prompted.

“Everything. His brain…the drugs, the people, the whores…he just…he’s an idiot.” He sighed.

“He’s your idiot though.” You breathed out a laugh.

Albert nodded and you saw that little smile again. “He is.”

You could tell he was softening towards you, and if you were honest you felt your heart beat a little faster.

“Well, I think I’ve done all I can here…I have a pretty extensive first aid kit at home if you’d like to come over?” You posed your question, and found it difficult to meet his eyes.

“Oh do you? Clean up lots of accidents?” He asked. You could feel his eyes on you and his gaze burned. There was something behind his eyes right then that made the air in your lungs feel heavy. It was as if he was asking one thing but was demanding to know something else, and you didn’t like just how sure he seemed of himself. Like he knew something you didn’t.

“I- safety first you know? I tend to be a bit clumsy.” You blushed and bit the inside of your cheek, as you fumbled a little.

“I noticed.” He rasped, leaning towards you slightly onto his knees. His voice dropped then. “I don’t think I’m quite right for you though, am I?”

Your brows knit together and you felt the hair on the back of your neck rise, “No-not right? What do you mean, Mr. Shaw?” You tried to meet the older man’s gaze, but you couldn’t. Your eyes flitted around his face instead.

This time he smiled. Actually smiled. And your stomach plummeted.

“I’m not married…got no kids. Pretty sure I’m a little older than what you’re used to as well.” He tilted his head to the side.

You flushed. Did he think you were trying to seduce him?

“M-mr. Shaw please I’m just trying to help-“

“You’re good. Smart…cute even. But I’d rather not be another body in your trunk, thanks.” His breath fanned across your face as he spoke.

The blood from your face drained, and you began to draw away from him as fear clutched at you, but he caught your arm in a tight hold before you could run from him.

“Ah ah, you’re not going anywhere.” He tsked you. “What do you use, hm? I hear ladies are partial to poison…but you…no. You don’t seem like the poison type.”

“Mr. Shaw you’re scaring me.” You whispered, trying to pull away as hysteria set in.

“What about…a bat? Or a hammer? An axe?” He pushed. “Come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” He was completely in your space now. Your breathing came in short, fast gasps- your anxiety raging as all of your fears came true right before your eyes and you couldn’t even run. Your hand gripped your thigh like a lifeline-

Then it all stopped. You breathed.

“A knife.”

He paused. Your voice dropped, and you went eerily still, just as he had seen you do in the parking lot that same day.

All frightful doe gone.

You smiled.

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@dogmatic255 @wayward-persephone @ethanhoewke @honeycovered-bandaids @dancingisdangerouss @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @theroadreader @lxdyred @eth1calcannibal @al-shaw @ebiemidnightlibrarian @katehawke @blep-bloop @astroo-babe @Ixdyred @ethanhawkestan @ratpackash @doc-blu @al-shaw @possessedjoker @destiel394 @darkvoidz @belladonnaaura @ang311te @pecter-specter

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[fortheloveoffanfic]

The Reveal

Keanu Reeves x Reader (A/n- Written in the The One That Stays universe, because I love it, and those characters so much. This is about 3 years post the last chapter, and I was really iffy about posting it, but here we are anyway.) 

Warnings- Nothing really, just pregnancy and fluff. 

“And I thought I loved you then.” -Then, Brad Paisley 

Warm yellow rays from the barely cloudy sky cast a picturesque gleam on the surface of cool, blue water. That day, thankfully, hadn't been as sweltering as the ones in the weeks gone by, and the forecast predicted for that weekend had been one conducive to recreational boating, which was why they'd decided to rent a yacht for the weekend. Joining them had been Keanu's side of the family, his sister, her husband and his mother, along with Julie, her husband Eric and their two year old Lucas.

It was their second day out on the water, anchored off the coast of Los Angeles and by late afternoon, everyone had gathered on deck, around the small pool to hang out. Eric had taken to the pool to humor Lucas, as had Keanu's brother in law, while everyone else had kicked back on lounge chairs. Y/n was laid back on Keanu's chest, his worn shirt soft and comforting against her exposure arms as his legs spread slightly to accommodate her bare one. One of his large hands were splayed on her stomach, while the other absently twirled the ends of her hair, something he'd taken to doing after she'd let her tresses grow out a bit longer, all while Y/n toyed with her wedding band. The diamonds shone proudly in the sunlight, and though the ring hand made its home on her finger almost two years ago, Y/n couldn't help but smile faintly. She was Mrs. Y/n Reeves. 

"You okay?" Keanu broke her thoughts, gently rubbing her rounded stomach. They were just under four months shy of welcoming their first child. They’d been discussing having a baby even before they married, in a small ceremony at Keanu’s favorite hotel, but hadn’t gotten down to actually trying until about a year earlier, when he had decided to cut back on the amount of roles he took and Y/n’s work schedule cleared up. Thankfully, though their road to pregnancy hadn’t been a trying one, they were both fairly healthy and it greatly helped that they were usually all over each other, and within about three months of being off her birth control, they had taken a home test, which had confirmed that Y/n was indeed pregnant. Since then, Keanu’s protectiveness had nearly quadrupled; the woman he loved was carrying their child, and he’d be damned if anything remotely bad happened to either of his favorite people.

Shifting a bit in his embrace, she laid one of her smaller hands next to his, feeling the light kicks of their baby, like butterflies fluttering in her stomach. According to Julie, those were only going to get stronger, and apparently a little painful, but Y/n didn’t care, she’d endure it any day if the reward was having their child in her arms afterwards. “Yeah,” Y/n smiled softly, nuzzling his chest with her cheek, “I’m good, we both are.”

“Good,” Keanu bent to kiss the top of her head, reassured for the time being. He’d been a little skeptical when Y/n and his sister had conjured up the idea of taking a boat out for the weekend; out on the water, if anything happened to her, getting to her doctor or the hospital would take longer than he preferred, and there had already some difficulties that had him almost constantly on edge. But, alas, Y/n was extremely persuasive and eventually convinced him that she was fine to get away for the long weekend, “And-”

A gasp from his mother, Patrica from her own chair as she set her cocktail down cut off Keanu’s words, and everyone turned to her, “I just remembered,” she sat up, eyes fixed on them both, “You two had an appointment this week, did Dr. Shaw tell you the sex?”

Boy or girl, it had recently become a hot topic in the Reeves family. Every time they all met, it somehow came up; what family names would work if it were a boy, how cute they’d dress up a little girl and Y/n was even sure that their was a bet going on between her sister-in-law and Julie, “We didn’t,” Keanu chuckled, “This little one was turned away from us; shy like their mommy.”

“And their daddy!” Y/n playfully slapped his thigh, giggling when he tucked her closer. When their laughter died down, Y/n elaborated, “I promise, you’ll be the first call when we find out.”

“Call?” Patrica repeated incredulously, as if the word were a capital crime in itself. How dare they simply call?

“We’ll take you to dinner?” Keanu scrunched his nose, trying to appease her. He knew it was a big deal, almost every family member had made sure to remind them of it, but surely, it couldn’t be that big. 

“Dinner- ugh,” she put a long, manicured finger to her temple, her entire, though possibly exasperated expression, was hidden by her dark sunglasses, though, her words were enough to tell them just how much a their options had not sufficed, “I’ve waited twenty years for my only son to get married to a nice girl. And now, they’re having a baby, and all I get, after all this waiting, is a phone call? My grand-baby is worth more than a phone call, you need to have a reveal.”

Julie squealed in agreement, “Oh! That would be perfect! You could do it where we had ours, at that cute little pastry shop in the city.” Y/n remembered that party well, especially since she’d nearly planned the entire thing. Julie had gone the perhaps, more old fashioned route, with a cake reveal. They’d rented out her favorite shop for an afternoon and gathered their closest friends and family for the vintage style soiree, where everyone was encouraged to wear a color that matched their suspicions; pastel blues and greens for a boy and light pinks and purples for a girl. Y/n, who’d been sure that she was going to have a godson from the very beginning, had opted for a cute blue dress with white lace trimming, claiming victory over Keanu who’d opted for a pink, which he dubbed salmon, shirt. 

“A gender reveal?” Y/n shifted again, scooting upwards, aided by Keanu and subsequently tucking her head in his neck after turning on her side. Quite recently, finding comfortable positions had started becoming quite a daunting task, but somehow, being cuddled to, or rather on top of,  Keanu had remained Y/n’s favorite. “We didn’t really think of doing one of those, my mom already wants to do a baby shower, we just feel like it's too much.”

“Yeah,” Keanu chimed in, trying to be another voice of reason, “Besides, that’s a lot of work, and we’re supposed to be keeping an eye on her blood pressure-”

“Well then let me plan it,” his mother protested, determined to have a reveal, “I’m sure Julie and Karina will help, and we can have it at her place too.”

Perking up, Karina joined their conversation, “Oh! That would be perfect,” she clapped her hands excitedly, no doubt on board with the idea. She’d been bursting with excitement since they’d announced that they were expecting, teasing that having a baby in the family this time around would be more fun considering she wasn’t the one who’d have to wake up at four am feedings. She was however, down to babysit whenever her niece or nephew started sleeping through the night. Yeah, their family thought of it all. “I’d love to help!”

“Count me in too,” Julie beamed, taking her son in her arms just as Eric came out from the pool, handing him over so he could go get Lucas a towel. 

And then, before Y/n and Keanu knew it, the three women were all involved in planning a party that they hadn’t even signed off on, though, at that point, it was clear that they didn’t have a choice anyway. “Perfect, all you two will have to do is show up,” she smiled triumphantly.

Three weeks later Y/n was a the snack table, surveying its contents and deciding if she wanted something, when Keanu came up behind her, causing her to jump with he placed  gentle hands on her shoulders, pecking the crown of Y/n’s hair, “It’s just me sweetheart,” he chuckled, his baritone warm and familiar.

“You startled me,” Y/n pressed one hand to her chest over the neckline of her white flowing dress, while the other cradled her bump. The little, unofficial planning committee had instructed guests to wear white, though, the decor had entailed a charming mix of baby blue and a light pink, beautifully mixed to compliment each other. The deserts; everything from inviting cupcakes to cute cake pops and elegant looking macaroons, and party favors, mostly made of little pouches filled with jelly beans along with fuzzy topped pens along with several other little trinkets, were also color coordinated. The ladies had really gone out, though arguably, simple wasn’t exactly their MO. “This is supposed to be a gender reveal, not a baby reveal,” she joked, turning to face Keanu.

“You’re right,” his lips brushed her forehead, one of his hands on her waist sliding to her stomach, “Wouldn’t want our bun popping out too soon,” he crouched down, so he could ‘talk to the baby,’ something he’d been doing for months now, “As excited as we are to meet you, you still gotta keep mommy company in there for a few more months.”

Threading her delicate hand through his dark mane a fond sorire upturned Y/n’s pink stained lips. She absolutely adored those little moments that Keanu would spend chatting with their baby, at first, he’d started with brief sentences, ‘I love you’s and ‘can’t wait to meet you’s, but as months drew on, and it the reality set in, Keanu had started reading to her belly, and sometimes at night, when he’d join her in bed, he could spend well over an hour talking about all the things he’d teach them as they grew up. Already, he was proving to be an exceptional father; extremely loving and always ready to put his wife and child first, and Y/n knew that things would only get better when they met their baby. 

She was so lost in her own thoughts, that Y/n had barely heard a thing of what Keanu had said, only returning to the moment when he pressed a chaste kiss to her tummy, offering one final declaration of love before standing again and heading to another end of the table after kissing Y/n one last time. "What are you doing?" She giggled as he picked up a pen and a little blank card out of a stack next to two decorative wooden boxes. The entire set up was for one of the many games being run that day, where their guests could vote on their options. Before the reveal later that evening, someone was supposed to count them and the reward would be satisfaction at the end. 

"I'm placing my bet," Keanu defended, scribbling on the white surface as he spoke.

"It's not a bet," Y/n placed a hand at the top of her growing bump as she made her way over to him, standing on her toes to peer over the loose shield he'd made with his hand, "You're going with girl again, huh?"

"Hey, Julie and Eric's baby was one thing, but I think I know our kid," folding the card in half, creasing it for emphasis, Keanu slipped it into the box with the word "girl” carved in cursive at the front, "This baby," he palmed her stomach with both hands, "Is definitely a girl."

Rolling her eyes, Y/n decided that she'd get in on it too, plucking on of the cards from its spot, swiping the pen from off the table and using Keanu's chest to press on, "Well, you must like being wrong," she chewed on her lower lip as she wrote, dramatically showing Keanu what she'd written before slipping it into the matching box labeled boy, "I was right then, and I'm right now."

"And how are you so sure of that?" The giddy smile of both their faces didn't show any signs of fading as Keanu reeled Y/n back in, "Why don't we bet on it?"

“Because I’m carrying the baby, duh,” she rolled her eyes playfully. Throwing her arms around his neck, Y/n twirled the ends of Keanu's hair in her fingers, leaning into his chest as far as she could, "And yeah,”  his arms circled Y/n's waist, toying with the lace on her flowing maxi dress, "Let's do it. What does the winner get?"

Keanu scrunched up his face, looking up thoughtfully, "The winner gets….." he thought on it some more, "Whatever they want."

Y/n eyed her husband suspiciously for a minute, a little curious about what he could possibly want, if by some miracle, he won. "Okay," she finally said, “Winner gets whatever they want,” Y/n smiled mischievously, almost certain that she would be triumphant. 

Hours later, just before noon had turned to evening and when the brightness had gone hazy as the sun journeyed to the horizon, everyone had gathered in the backyard, on the lawn for the long awaited moment. It was time for the reveal. They’d gone with a balloon reveal, and when it was time, Y/n and Keanu were positioned near the fence, just a few feet in front of their family and friends, all ready with phone and cameras. Keanu held on to the string of the large, shiny black balloon, one with a silver question mark painted on at the front, while Y/n had been armed with a metal skewer from Karina’s kitchen.

Just about an hour earlier, the contents of both boxes had been counted, and the team banking on Baby Reeves being a boy had come in strong, outnumbering the other side by a landslide. The small victory, though it couldn’t be considered a real prediction, had only built Y/n’s faith in her own suspicions, almost everyone, even down to her own parents, were convinced that she and Keanu would be greeting a son in the coming months. 

“Ready?” Keanu’s eyes met hers, the nerves shared between them, along with bright, excited grins plastered on both their faces. They both knew that in the end; boy or girl, daughter or son, it wouldn’t matter. None of it would matter as long as their baby was healthy and safe.

Y/n nodded vigorously, using her free hand to tuck some hair behind her ear, positioning the skewer near the opaque balloon, “Yeah.” Somewhere in the crowd, she heard her mother anxiously prompt her to “just do it already,” while someone else interjected that their camera was ready, “Okay, okay,” Y/n laughed, ready to get on with the moment of truth.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n didn’t even try to steady her shaking hand as she finally pressed the tip of the stick to the balloon, wincing and shutting her eyes tightly at the loud popping sound. The crowd cheered loudly, jubilance igniting a celebration and when Y/n opened her eyes, her jaw hung slack with shock. Rendered speechless, she just stood there, rooted to the floor, dropping the skewer and placing her hands on her stomach, barely smiling breathlessly at the patter of kicks beneath her palms. “Oh my god…..” Tears of joy welled up in her eyes as she raised her head to meet Keanu’s equally glistening gaze, “I…..”

For a second, he too seemed shocked, and the jeers of congratulations faded in the background as everything moved in slow motion. She could have sworn that there had never been so much love in his eyes, and Keanu thought that he’d never been that happy, though, their wedding day came in at a very close second. Suddenly, the prospect of parenthood seemed a thousand times realer. After that evening, so much would change, they would finally choose a name. 

Without another moment of hesitation, Keanu took her into his strong arms, lifting Y/n off the ground and spinning her in a circle and planting a passionate on her ready lips. In turn, she hugged him tightly, forgetting everything and everyone else as they basked in their joy. “So,” he began when he set her down, brushing some pink confetti off her shoulders and picking a couple similar pieces out of her hair, “I guess you were wrong,” he chortled, still holding her close. 

Nodding, Y/n looked at the ground around them; the healthy green grass was now freckled with bits of fuchsia pink, “I guess I was, we’re having a little girl,” she kissed him again, that time quicker, not even caring that everyone was still taking pictures of them, “You win.”

“I do,” Keanu pressed their forehead together, the tip of his nose brushing hers. By then, they both looked equally rosy, the sheer joy of the matter seeping through their skin, “And I know just what I want to cash in my win for.”

“What’s that?” Y/n giggled.

“This,” and before she knew it, Keanu was dipping her, one hand holding Y/n steady at the center of her back, while the other cradled her head. Her loose tresses hung in a waterfall, disturbed only by Keanu’s stocky fingers, just as he captured her lips again, in a breath stealing bout of sweet endearment. 

******

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#keanu reeves #keanu reeves x reader #keanu reeves x you #john wick x reader #john wick x you #the one that stays #the reveal #fanfic #fanfiction #keanu reeves fanfic #keanu reeves oneshot #oneshot #ff #john wick fanfiction #fluff

[thisiswhatwereupagainst]

Obscure Marvel fancast of the day: Conan Gray as Shinobi Shaw aka The Black King aka The Black Bishop of the Hellfire Club! Shinobi is the illegitmate son of Sebastian Shaw, Black King of the Hellfire Club, with an unnamed Japanese or Japanese-American woman. Though raised by his mother, Shinobi bears his father’s surname, and his father visited him on a regular basis during his youth. These visits were not pleasant, as Sebastian saw Shinobi as being weak, spoiled, coddled, and unworthy as his heir. Seeking either to punish him or mold him into something better through adversity, Sebastian brutally abused Shinobi physically and emotionally. When this failed to “fix” his son, Sebastian abandoned him. Shinobi’s mutant powers surfaced a little later than most mutants, not appearing til he was a young man rather than at puberty like most cases. He was a phaser like the more famous Shadowcat, but he could also alter his density the other way around, making himself diamond-hard and solid as steel. Partnering with the Yakuza, he bought his father’s company out from under him, then murdered Sebastian in his Swiss chalet. Shinobi took over his father’s seat as Black King in the Hellfire Club and formed a new Inner Circle, as well as joining the Upstarts, a “club” for rich young bored mutants in which they played a “game” in which “points” were awarded for the murder of other mutants. However, Shinobi never participated in this game beyond the killing of his own father, and seemed more interested in just hanging out and drinking with the other players, in particular Trevor Fitzroy, whom he seemed to favor as a friend...or perhaps more. Shinobi Shaw was one of the first explicitly bisexual Marvel characters, though alas he was written in an extremely stereotypical way, depicted as a hedonist who was constantly surrounded by scantily clad sexy men and women. He also personally invited Warren Worthington III aka Archangel (a childhood friend he remembered fondly) to a Hellfire Club ball on a perfumed invitation written in loopy pink ink with a lacy border. Seriously. Jubilee made a Liberace comparison just in case readers still weren’t getting the implication. Shinobi made a poor successor to his father as a villain. When he wasn’t just lazing around drinking or having orgies or getting made fun of by other villains for said laziness, his attempts “against” the X-Men were either trying to get other people to just attack them for him (he once drunkenly stumbled around in a tiny robe trying to persuade a Yakuza into this and quite possibly seduce him---he was slurring about “my wants and your needs”) or getting them to join him, rather than attacking them, then only using force when he was refused. He frequently comes off less as a true villain, and more as, to quote Storm, “a little boy in man’s clothes” who needs to “bully or buy people into liking him”. The worst thing he ever did---and it is pretty bad---is kidnap Karma’s younger siblings to use as guinea pigs for a machine that would depower mutants, as he had heard his father might still be alive and was afraid of his return. He also betrayed his bodyguard, MINDMELD, who is implied to be Marvel’s first transgender mutant, during this adventure. Shinobi seems to long for friends or at least for company, but his own lonely background and maladjusted psyche stops him from understanding real loyalty or love. He has said that he only has himself, and he sadly seems to believe it. Under the wealth and power, Shinobi is just another disaffected youth with daddy issues and a drinking problem, not to mention none too bright despite his glib attempts at suave subtlety and scheming. Sebastian Shaw did indeed return, proving to be not so dead after all, and Shinobi went into hiding. Sebastian found him, murdered him, and Shinobi has returned to life three times since. Currently, he is alive and working with his father on Krakoa as the Black Bishop, and thus far they’ve been pretty good about not killing each other. Thus far, anyway.

#shinobi shaw #hellfire club #marvel fancast #xmen fancast #x men #conan gray

[yelenasdiary]

Kinktober Info

So, I have decided to join in on the kinktober trend this year! Please have a read below on how to request a fic and the times I'll be posting etc.

Please DO NOT read this post or interact with my blog in any form if you are a minor! This is for people 18+ ONLY!. Men, please do not interact, thank you.

This is kind of long but it includes everything you need to know before sending me a request x.

Requesting -

If you'd like to request a fic for Kinktober, please read these points carefully.

~ The deadline to have requests sent is September 23rd (AEST). For anybody outside Australia, this would be September 22nd.

~ When requesting, please mark your request with "For Kinktober", if you don't I will just assume your request isn't for the event.

~ Sending a request doesn’t guarantee it will be written, I may get an overwhelming amount of requests for this & if that happens, I simply cannot write them all.

~ When sending a request, please state if you want Reader to be fem or GN! If you want Reader to have a penis in the fic, please mention if you want them to be Fem, GN or AFAB/AMAB.

Here is a list of what I am comfortable with writing & what I am not comfortable writing. Please read these carefully, if you send a request that I am not comfortable with, I will delete it without an explanation.

Comfortable With: Daddy/Mommy kinks, Con Non Con, Character x Character, Character x Reader, Breeding Kink, Voyeurism, Desperation, Toys, Bondage, Double Penetration, Lactation Kink, Somnophilia, Exhibitionism. FAB! Reader with a penis and/or Character with a penis.

Not Comfortable With: Scat, Incest, Pedophilia, Character x Male Reader, Body Shaming, R*pe, Racism, Age Regression in a sexual setting.

I do not write smut for celebrity x reader. I only write smut for female fictional characters x reader.

Extra Details -

~ I will post a fic every Monday, Wednesday & Friday for kinktober, giving you all a total of 13 fics. Again, for all those outside Australia, this will be every Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday.

~ All fics will be posted at 5PM AEST. If for any reason I will be late posting, I'll make a post about it.

~ I will not have a seperate taglist for this, if you want to be tagged for any of my work, please leave a comment on THIS POST.

Who I Will Write For -

If somebody isn’t listed here, it doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t write for them.

Yelena Belova (Marvel)

Wanda Maximoff // The Scarlet Witch (Marvel)

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

Kate Bishop (Marvel)

Agatha Harkness (Marvel)

Melina Vostokoff (Marvel)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Charlie Ross (The Little Drummer Girl)

Kelly Foster (We Brought a Zoo)

Jane Banner (Wind River)

Leigh Shaw (Sorry For You Loss)

Alice Chambers (Don’t Worry Darling)

Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West)

Any variant characters from THIS LIST.

With that, I can't wait to be apart of this little event (or trend, whatever you want to call it!) I'm excited to see what you guys come up with! If you have any further questions, concerns or if you're confused on anything, please don't hesitate to send me a message or ask.

#fanfiction #yelena belova #marvel #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #kinktober #Kate bishop #agatha harkness

[purplelupins]

Happy Together

Part I Part II Part III

|The Black Phone|

The Grabber/Albert Shaw x reader

Summery: Nothing like a new city. You just wanted a fresh start, and something comfortable, but what happens when you start to see the exact same patterns in Denver as you did before?

Warnings: the following warning are for the full fic, and not just this first chapter. PLEASE READ THEM. This is a DARK fic.

Dub-con (note that this is a link so it is actually wanted), Daddy kink, size kink, pet names (princess, kiddo, sweetheart, honey and more) mentions of death (including murder, torture etc), cumming in pants, overstimulation, multiple orgasms (f and m) begging, breeding kink, innocence kink, biting, adultery, infidelity, stalking, mentions of kidnapping, home break-in, fighting (verbal and physical)…more will be added.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD IF YOURE A MINOR DO NOT READ DO NOT LOOK AT THIS DO NOT BREATHE NEAR THIS!! THIS IS NOT FOR YOU

Note: yes we know I’m bad at summaries. This is an extended fic request for my dear friend @mandowifey

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Some say it’s pointless to believe in love.

Soulmates.

Devotion.

They say these concepts are fruits grown from fairytales told to children to ease the horrors of the world. Figments of our imagination. What we might dream of love as, is simply lust paired with blind complacency; soulmates are really just two people settling for the comfort of having another person there for them; devotion is more of a domestic weakness.

And how right they are; perhaps not all right, but closer to the truth than most. There are, however, a select few who chose -or perhaps are cursed- to see life through those fairytale expectations.

True love and a happy ending.

Perfection in all its glory.

And they will stop at nothing to replicate exactly that.

Absolutely nothing.

There was something almost comical about the days following New Years; the odd party hat rolling in the frozen streets, colourful streamers handing haphazardly from bar signs, and a few used condoms barely concealed by an alleyway.

Almost everywhere you went it was the same.

The bitter winter breeze whipping down from the mountains burned a blush onto your cheeks. The bus driver on the Greyhound worriedly asked you again if you were sure you’d be alright in a new city. With no one to give you a warm welcome like he thought you deserved, there was a prominent inkling of worry in his weathered face.

“A pretty little lady like yourself ought to keep ‘er wits about her.” He said, tugging your suitcase out from the bottom of the bus for you.

It was refreshing to have someone offer such concern to a stranger like you, but the distress you saw from him made your heart ache. It wasn’t your place to make an old man worry; especially not so early in the New Year. So to ease his tight shoulders, you just smiled and patted his arm, pulling your large jacket closer around yourself.

“Well I can’t quite stash you in my pocket to keep me safe can I, Simon?” You teased him, taking grip of the handle of your bag, “I’ll be just fine. I’m tough.” You flexed your arm as if you had anything to show- even if you did they were hidden under your many layers.

The aging man cracked a smile at your antics, and fiddled with the gold ring on his finger. You knew the chill from the precious metal was affecting the arthritis he had told you about halfway through the journey across the state. It hadn’t taken long before you realised he was a very talkative man, and while you enjoyed the watching the scenery in quiet as much as the next person, having his babble to distract you was also very welcomed. There was something about learning the story of another person that never ceased to fascinate you- where they placed importance, what they took pride in…what brought them sadness and joy. Simon was just another face you would meet briefly, but just like the other passing acquaintances moving through your life, he gave you a small reprieve from the harsh world.

You eyes caught the movement of his hand on the good band, and your smile faltered slightly.

“Don’t work too hard. You’ll be home soon.” You tried to reassure him, which evidently worked as he nodded and gave you a quick smile that told you if he stood there any longer he would have given you ten phone numbers and half his day’s wages to help you out.

He was a kind man.

Too kind.

One of the few.

Simon clapped his hands once, ensuring that the other three passengers offloading were done. He called out to you to have a happy new year, and you replied in kind with a wave before the bus pulled away.

Now with the full weight of your new home resting on your shoulders, you let your smile fall and your eyes glaze over as you took in your surroundings.

Denver.

A frozen park.

A grocer down the street.

A coffee shop with what looked like a hungover barista.

A pub that made you itchy looking at it.

A deep breath filled your lungs just as a couple of well liquored men stumbled out of said pub- clearly enjoying their last day off before the first Monday of 1978 hit them like a brick. One of them eyed you as they walked past like a couple of huge toddlers, and you offered a friendly grin and a nod in return.

It wasn’t as if you were looking to be eyed-up -what with your several layers, aching back and itchy eyes- but this was a celebrated time of year. Everyone was a little…loose. Besides, you never knew who would turn out to be in your personal circle as you established yourself in your new home. That man might be your new boss for all you knew.

The more sober man of the two continued to almost pull the other to a car, and you noted -albeit a little uncomfortably- how the other’s drunken stare contributed to flicker over your frame. Once he finally looked away, you would hear them bickering in slurred voices.

Best not to pry.

So you found yourself dragging yourself and your suitcase over to what you assumed was a communal bulletin board, and inspected it for any rooms available in the vicinity. But even still, you could hear the two men arguing, growing louder and louder.

Something about how the staring man needed to get his shit together.

Quit it.

Knock it off.

About how he told Nancy that he would stop with that shit.

That he’d do better.

They finally drove off when one of them slammed their car door, which prompted the other to follow suit. Your stomach had started to tighten the longer you listened to them, and you sighed into your scarf once the street fell quiet again.

Home sweet home.

Home was always a strange concept. You were more inclined to believe that home ought to revolve around a person you loved or where you felt happiest, instead of a specific place or house.

And look where that got you.

Falling into a routine after your arrival to the mountain city was as easy as the pie you served at the local diner.

Sure the stiff, and starched blue and white uniform you had to wear wasn’t luxury nor was the smell of cooked food you had to wash out of your hair. But it felt domestic and easy. Being a waitress wasn’t exactly what you dreamed of, but you didn’t mind. After two months, you had regulars who made paying for groceries easier, and made you laugh with their horrid jokes.

Of course there were those who stared too much and tried to get a handful of your dress and what lay beneath it, but again, you didn’t want to make any bad impressions, so you pretended to be alright, and moved on; you swatted playfully and reprimanded when needed- always being sure to never snap- the last thing you wanted was to have to move again.

But for now, it was comfortable. Exactly what you needed.

The sun began to disappear behind the buildings outside the diner window, and you could feel your eyelids dripping with it. It was only when you heard your name being called that a smile eased back onto your face. The boisterous form of your manager, Anett, leaned onto the counter next to you; she was a nice lady with a stern sense of justice and wore a liberal amount of hairspray. Needless to say, you rarely had to worry about any customers heckling you, though you did worry about her hair catching fire.

“Time to go home, honey.” She said with a sigh as her hand found her hip. It was a slow day, like many, but somehow there had been more messes to clean and teenagers to remove than usual. Slow, but long.

“Tired of having me here?” You teased her, slipping off your white apron that was usually fastened over your blue dress.

A tired grin stretched over her red lipstick, and she shook her head, “I’d keep you here all day if I could, you Angel. You know that.”

Her words made you breathe out a laugh, “Well if I could stand these uniforms a second longer you know I would stay happily.” You replied, and she barked out a cackle that only made you smile wider. Anett was frightening to most, but somehow you had managed to worm your way into her soft side.

Once she recovered, she tapped her hand on the counter and said, “Get yourself home safe, alright?”, and took her leave as you folded your apron and stored it away.

Safe.

You pondered that word as you pulled on your sweater and coat to brave the cool walk home.

You weren’t sure you could remember what safe felt like. Not that you particularly felt unsafe…it was simply the way the world felt. Everyone lies, cheats, holds more importance over themselves than those around them like they shat gold. There was little chivalry, and everyone seemed to have ulterior motives…you wondered if perhaps you had ever felt something akin to safety, or if perhaps that feeling had just been the innocence of being a child.

Now that you had been in Denver for a few months, you had to admit it was a dull place. There wasn’t a great deal to do in your new city unless you wanted to go for a hike in the mountains or attend a baseball game. And it seemed that neither was an option thanks to the cool air.

Then speaking of childhood innocence, there were the disappearances of those two boys right there in your new home. You could still remember the exact moment you heard about the first one. It wasn’t a week after you’d moved to that mountain city that you heard the whispers. Then a month later you had had to clean up a shattered coffee cup at the diner after a man had read the morning paper; another one had been taken.

It twisted a sharp pain in your heart. What would possess someone to take those boys? You’d heard about so many other similar cases and trials over the years, and it was almost always the same profile for each psychopath.

Outcast.

Pathological liar.

Exposure to extreme pornography.

And a lack of consciousness.

…and somehow always something to do with the torture of animals.

From what you had seen in Denver, everyone you met were the loveliest, simplest people. They all had their little routines, and dramas that swallowed up their lives, and their favourite kind of cake to eat in Sundays.

Just people.

They were all like you, and you like them.

It made you wonder who you could trust, knowing you were all the same.

By the time you reached your front yard, your cheeks were flushed and your bones had a chill in them. The sheer sight of your little house warmed your heart. Just as your work- your home was comfortable.

Your safe place.

Blue sky greeted you the following day when you drew your cream curtains back. Birds chirped, and you had to admit you almost pinched yourself by how idelic it was. Outside your kitchen window, you could watch the cars go by as people made their way to work, and the children walking past to get to their bus stop.

You thanked your lucky stars that the heat hadn’t begun yet, and nestled into your sweaters and jacket before turning the key in your front door to start your day. While you didn’t have to work, you made a deal with yourself that you wouldn’t hide away there and alienate yourself. You went to a new city for a new start, and you couldn’t do that very well if you just watched your neighbours. While that in itself was good fun, most of your neighborhood was made up of seniors and a few families down the street…and while you loved them and their kind welcomes, they weren’t the most fun to dissect; though it did mean that you had a fantastic stock of baked goods and food in those heavy glass containers you never bought for yourself.

The air was cold, but smelled so good that you didn’t care about how it burned your nostrils when your breathed in.

“Morning Harriet!” You called to the house next to you. The familiar grey hair in their mint rollers were visible between the rose bushes as the elderly -but lively- woman checked her mail. She made the best brownies- you always felt so relaxed after.

Harriet looked up from her mail, and cast you a smile and wave, “Good morning, dear.”

Old or not, you liked your neighbours. Certainly they were a touch too nosy and watched everyone’s every move, but it made it almost a game. Who would catch who in a lie, would would get someone flustered by acknowledging them staring…you loved waving at the old biddies who thought you were odd then watch them pretend like they weren’t gossiping over their white-picket fences.

But Harriet was nice.

Most of them were nice to your face, just as you were to theirs.

Even so, the welcome you had been given when you moved into that little house had been a warm one. Maybe not all the visits to say hello were sincere, but the gesture was still nice. And the food was good.

“Where’s that cheeky husband of yours? Shouldn’t he be getting the papers?” You asked as you walked to your gate. She rolled her eyes and you had to laugh a little at her response, “Let me guess, he threw his back out again?”

Her exasperated nod was all you needed, “The man forgets that he’s not a spry chicken anymore…” she gasped out, crossing her arms as a breeze whipped by.

“Not like you!” You grinned, enjoying the bashful look on the woman’s face.

Harriet waved you off, tucking her papers and mail under her arm, “Oh hush you…off with you now. Go find a nice young man and wait 40 years, you’ll see what I mean.” She began walking back into the house with another roll of her eyes.

Your smile dropped ever so slightly, but you paid it no mind, “Doing my best!” You called to her.

The old woman smiled at you as she closed the door, and you had already begun to turn away when your face fell completely. The dull twinge behind your ribs pinched as you walked, and your shoulders slumped slightly.

You had been called a hopeless romantic for years, and you couldn’t help but envy those with gold bands on their fingers; they had something so precious. Someone to depend on. Someone to love. To hold.

The walk into the city was a fairly calm one. With most people sitting behind their desks or waiting for a customer to enter their shop, there were few people to navigate around. You admittedly did not feel in the mood to converse too much that day.

Before long, the small coffee shop you had begun to frequent came into view, and you quickened your pace as another gust of wind snuck down your back. You looked both ways to cross the street just like your momma had told you, and walked briskly to the door; a smile landed on your face as soon as you stepped inside and the smell of coffee, and butter wrapped you in a hug.

To your good fortune, there was only yourself, the waitress, and a man you had seen in that same shop a few times, and he was very nice. You truly couldn’t have orchestrated a more perfect day.

With your order placed, you took a seat at one of the tables by the window. It was fun to watch the people passing by go about their days. Families, women, men, wives, mothers, fathers, husbands…

It only took a moment before your coffee and muffin were being placed on your table- which you accepted with a smile and a polite smile. One that turned a little more genuine when you caught eyes with the man sitting a table away from you.

“Good morning.” He said briskly. Evidently, he had consumed far more caffeine than you had.

“Morning. How’s the crossword?” You asked, taking your first sip of your much needed coffee. On more than one occasion you had seen him working away at the morning paper, pen or pencil in hand, and had helped him a few times with the odd word.

“It’s going. I’m stuck on an 10 letter word for “cut”…any ideas?” He asked with a certain charm that made your heart beat a little faster.

You scrunched your face up in thought, and hummed to yourself. You had a fairly good idea what the answer was, but didn’t want to give it to him too quickly lest he think himself stupid.

“Um…what about laceration?” You offered with a little smile.

The man’s brows shot up, and he looked down at the page to scan the other boxes to ensure it would fit and sure enough, he looked very appreciative. “I’ll be damned…” he murmured, and quickly scribbled in the word before looking back up at you, surprised.

“Thanks a lot. Quick little thing aren’t you? You got a whole thesaurus up there?” He asked, turning his body towards you. As he did, the light caught the gold of his ring, but you kept your smile.

“I wish…just luck I suppose.” You shrugged it off like it was nothing. Seemed like he needed to read a thesaurus. You went to turn back to your coffee, but your heart jumped a little when he spoke again, eager to talk to you.

“H-Hiding from the cold too?” He said, nodding to the outside.

You let out a gentle laugh and nodded as you leaned in to talk, “Yes I-“

Your words, however, were cut off rudely by the sudden opening of the door. A gust of cold air rushed inside following the person who had carelessly stumbled into the quiet shop. Your shoulders tensed and you body temperature quickly descended, and out of the corner of your eye you saw the man you had been speaking to do the same. You both looked at the newcomer with an air of distain for having been interrupted. Said newcomer was another man, looking to be around the same age as the man you had been talking to, and he shot you both an apologetic look but the damage had been done- you were now freezing cold, and you could have throttled him for his inconsiderateness.

But to end the awkward interruption, you turned back to the man who still seemed interested in speaking with you.

“As I was saying, yes I am hiding from the cold…though it seems it still found me.” You added with a little wink and raised brow, and to your joy the man laughed, but hid it with a cough, “I- I’m still new to town…I wanted to explore the city a bit today but I don’t think I’ll be able to without some warm liquid courage!” you lifted your now lukewarm coffee.

The man breathed out a laugh, and his brown eyes crinkled at the sides, “You picked a hell of a time to move to Denver- I hope someone showed you how to dress warm. Where’d you come from?” He asked, giving you his undivided attention.

You laughed softly and shook your head, “I’ve seen worse actually- I just moved fro-“

“Hey I know you!”

A voice from the service counter called out, and you deduced it was the same made who had already interrupted your pleasant conversation once. Your eye twitched in time with your fists clenching and stomach dropping. Why couldn’t you just be left in peace? Who was this-

Then it clicked.

You looked up at the other man who was now standing over your table with a smile on his face like he’d solved a mystery. You knew exactly where you knew him from.

Thick moustache, always a bright button up, and a fur lined jacket. Yes you knew him.

“Yeah, yeah you’re my neighbour! 7739 Irving st, right? The little house with the bush on the side?” The man snapped his fingers and sat himself down across from you like you were old friends catching up. You watched helplessly and your conversation was hijacked, and your eyes flicked between the two men- hoping that maybe the one you had been in conversation with would help you out. But it seemed neither of you could get a word in as this new man slipped off his coat and had started a conversation of his own. You couldn’t even confirm your identity to him; for all he knew you could be a complete stranger he had mistaken for one of his neighbours.

Then, to your upmost disappointment, you watched as your previous conversation partner awkwardly picked up his things and gave you a nod before leaving the shop. You closed your eyes to calm yourself, and opened them on the notably animated man who was now going on about something without a care in the world. You hoped the other man had a nice day…though you were certain you were a better conversationalist than his wife Nancy.

“-lived there our whole lives you know? Well I’m off sometimes, but I always come back- work not going how I thought and what not. But Al’s always there for me, you know? I hate to be a bother to him but he’s rarely home anyways…worka…what are they called? Workaholic! Yeah. Swear he’s more like my dad than our dad was…but anyways you said you weren’t from here right?” He looked at you expectantly, and you schooled a pleasant look on your face.

Don’t be rude. Just breathe.

“I…yes I was. I just moved here. Bit of a transient myself.” You said, and took a sip from your coffee that somehow tasted a little more sour now and was fully cold.

The end of his sentence caught your interest, and you were trying to wrack your brain to recall what he had been babbling on about. His brother being like a father? You almost laughed to yourself- this man definitely needed someone like that in his life. Now that you thought of it, the house across from yours was very quiet save for the times someone left for work at 8:30am every morning of the week, and when you saw the man across from you…though he was usually with a female partner.

“Where from? Maybe we’ve actually been following eachother.” He joked with a smile and a wink.

Unlikely.

But you laughed, “Came from Salt Lake city. Even harsher winters than here.”

The man whistled, and leaned back as he crossed his arms, “Don’t blame you for leaving there…hope you weren’t there a few years ago…nasty stuff going on if you ask me.” He looked at you expectantly and you could feel a cold sweat break under your sweater and your stomach tie in knots. You hoped he just meant what went on in 1975…who was this guy? A cop? A crime enthusiast?

You shook your head apologetically, “I’m so sorry, I think I missed your name?”

His brows shot up in surprise.

“Oh, shit I didn’t even tell you! I’m Max.” He extended his hand to shake yours and you smiled, “Max Shaw.”

“Well Max, can you tell me what you mean about…the nasty stuff going on in Colorado? I was only there a couple years.” You asked, stomach twisting tighter.

This seemed to spark Max’s interest, and he leaned over the table as if he was about to relay a deep secret. Thankfully, you saw no nosiness in his face. The last thing you wanted was to think about…well…to think about less than good times.

“Well you know…those bodies found in the mountains and whatnot? Bundy or whatever his name was sure liked that city…they got him down in Florida now.” He said in a hushed tone like anyone could be listening.

Ah. A conspiracy theorist.

You sighed and nodded, “Oh yes I heard…That happened right before I got there…have to admit I locked my doors religiously when I lived there.” You laughed off your nerves.

“You’d better do that here too, you know.” Max said suddenly.

At this, you gaze jumped to his, “Why?…do you mean the-“

“Grabber.” He nodded and it was like his eyes lit up at the subject.

While you were still a little bitter towards him for being interruptive, you had to admit that your interest was peaked. This man might be a little nuts but it was true you were intrigued by the strange disappearances, no matter how horrible.

“Max, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you know a thing or two about the town terror. Should I be worried?” You raised your brow in faux accusation.

His eyes widened comically, “No! No I just…I don’t know I feel like there’s something more to it all, you know? Someone has to be doing this for a reason…”

You leaned forward a little and nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.”

While Max had indeed ruined your morning and subsequently the rest of your day, you had to admit that the man made up for it with wild theories that had you pondering the world around you even further. He had begun with zeroing in on the mass amounts of disappearances over the past decade and a half that had never been linked to any event or person- how he was certain there were some kind of underground tunnel system that people used to get around or hide in. Which then led to the possibility of an underground city or country under your feet; operating just like the one around you.

Then from there he leapt into a tangent regarding the untrustworthiness of the government and how he was certain President Carter was a Rockefeller Republican and not much of a democrat at all.

Somewhere along the way, the morning had turned into afternoon and Max insisted on buying you lunch, though it had turned out that he was -very apologetically- short on cash. Not that you had a problem covering it; this man seemed to be in need of a human sound-board.

Now you knew why those lady-friends you always observed him with would leave after an hour of being at his house. You wondered if his brother was even aware of the female traffic…if he was a hard worker like he seemed to be -what with being out all day nearly every day- then you could only feel a pang of pity for him. Poor man probably just wanted to come home and relax but instead he likely came home to his brother with his tongue down a new woman’s throat or knee deep in a new theory.

At some point the two of you slowly meandered back to the direction of your respective homes. Along the way, however, you began to question if Max even fully lived with his brother or if he just stayed there; he insisted on taking blatantly wrong turns, and you had to gently point in the correct direction.

Eventually, however, you did see your little home, and the one across from it that you knew now at Max’s- questionably. While you knew you should have just said that it had been nice to meet him properly - true or not- he somehow managed to coerce you into coming over. It wasn’t as if you had anything to do after your day had been eaten up…but perhaps he would have something good for dinner or you could get a look into another neighbour’s life to see if they were worth befriending.

The Shaw household was comfortable. It was definitely more lived-in than yours, but you noted that there was only a light smell of smoke in the air -rather than seeped into the wallpaper- and a simplicity to everything that you found quite inviting. You gathered the smoke smell was from Max, rather than his brother…and you presumed the half-cleaned line of cocaine on the coffee table was the same.

Your observation was cut short when you heard the low growl of a large dog; sure enough, there were two huge black eyes peering from the hallway into what you imagined were the bedrooms that caught the light of the living room.

Just as you were about to ask who the beautiful beast was, Max came to your side and handed you a beer- one that you accepted politely but knew you wouldn’t drink from.

“Down Samson…sorry about him. He’s a real softy under it all- just a good guard dog.” Max said as he flopped onto the couch.

You took a seat in one of the armchairs, and cast a smile at the black hound. “Aren’t you a handsome boy?” You cooed to him as he took a few steps out of the dim hall. Though his growling calmed, you kept your eyes on him, and your smile widened as he came closer. The beer in your hand went onto the table so you could beckon the dog over, which it did slowly. “Hello!” You gushed and as soon as Samson was within reach, your hands slipped into his fur. Within a minute he was a puddle in your hands and placed his head in your lap once you sat in your seat.

“You some kinda dog whisperer or somethin’?” Max asked, wiping his nose once you turned to him.

“Nah…I think we’re just two animals who recognize something in each other.” You grinned, and Max’s brows rose up.

“Lucky he didn’t bite your hand off…he’s not usually one for cuddles.” He eased back into the sofa and took a drink from his own beer.

You nodded, “I’m pretty good at getting along with just about anyone. I like the challenge of a hard nut…not everyone is all gruff.” You smiled fondly down at Samson, but looked back up when Max snorted and laughed.

“You’ll just love Al then!” He said, and sat up to run a hand through his hair.

“Oh?” You asked.

“Good guy but uh…let’s just say him and his pup there are pretty much the same.”

Noted.

“Y/n I’m telling you there’s got to be something in the water or food that’s making all these killers!”

You perched your head in your hands and nodded along as Max continued on his third tangent that evening, “Yes, yes…and can you tell me why?” You asked, though you didn’t think you would get a real answer this time- just like the other times you asked him for clarification.

Max thought for a moment, and rubbed his nose- you were certain he was going to get a nosebleed. Then he snapped his fingers and stood up, “Population control. Like a…like a secret mustard gas.” He nodded to himself, eyes getting wider.

You nodded and hummed patiently, so thankful for your furry companion that still sat by you, “Right. But if they kill everyone off…doesn’t that go against their favourite scheme of all?”

“What’s that?” Max’s eyes darted around.

“Capitalism.” You said dead serious.

You both stared at one another, then after a moment you both broke out into laughter. He was nuts, but Max was good fun and made for good entertainment when he fell down a rabbit hole.

The laugher between you died down when you were both brought back to reality as the door swung open and you were greeted with a new face all together. You didn’t know what happened then, but something in you froze. You were utterly fixed to the spot.

Greying hair that brushed his broad shoulders, nice build, sharp jaw, weathered face with crows feet and a deep line between his brows that you assumed was there even when he wasn’t glaring like he was then; and then his eyes. Damn well the bluest fucking eyes you had ever seen.

He was certainly older than Max, just as he had insinuated, and you could almost feel the frustration permeating the air around him. The air from your lungs felt sharp all of a sudden like you couldn’t breathe. A butterfly with a metal pin through it waiting for his dissection and approval. Cut you open and see what makes you tick.

Was it the guilt of being in his home without consent? Was it his direct irritation? The second-hand exhaustion? Or the extra beat your heart seemed to take when you saw him. You felt fuzzy, but you tried to stay calm.

Albert was tense. It was very obvious.

You had hoped he might have been a little easy going with maybe an exasperated sigh at his brother’s antics, but it seemed you might have been the last straw. Not that you blamed him…hell you found yourself feeling like a real ass right then.

He cast Max -who had frozen on the spot- an incredulous look.

“Max?”

You hadn’t realised your hearing had become muffled until he spoke. His voice alone made a slow blush rise to your cheekbones. The one word was rasped out in a tired tone, and you wondered if that was how he always sounded or if it was just from talking a great deal at work mixed with tiredness. It was a ragged rumble in his chest, and while you were feeling quite guilty for doing to him what Max did to you, you wished he would say more.

Max had started talking, likely explaining who you were, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. He babbled and babbled, following his brother into the kitchen like a son trying to justify something to his father.

Your heart beat even faster.

“-she’s actually your neighbour! We just ran into eachother-“

You watched his elder brother, and took him in.

“-you know and I just thought it would be nice to-“

He must have had a good 10 years on Max, and you found yourself transfixed by the deep line between his brows that framed his cornflower blue eyes so beautifully. You also noticed that while the smile he gave Max was bitter and sarcastic, you could see what startlingly sharp teeth he had; each tooth had a distinct tip to it that looked like it could leave a blatantly and equally distinct bite mark on your skin.

Now you had a much better appreciation for Max’s comparison between him and his dog.

“-I know I said I’d be out of your hair but it’s just a couple more days, Al-“

But there was something in his gaze that made you stare a little longer. Something that shouldn’t be there. Something that you had seen before…but not there. Something you had hoped you’d never see again. A shiver ran down your spine and you could half feel goosebumps springing up as realization creeped into your mind.

To break your deep trance, you blinked a few times and dug your nails into your palm before standing in up and crossing the living room with your head tilted in an apologetic manor. The two of them continued to bicker under the fluorescent lights, but as soon as you had taken a step towards them, Al’s eyes shot to you. Your body told you to freeze, but your mind was far more powerful and made your legs move.

You gave him an impish smile and couldn’t help but wave a little uncomfortably, “Hi!” You started, and the elder of the two stared you down hard.

Get it together.

You swallowed and shifted on your feet, “I’m real sorry about all this…I should have just gone home. It’s Al, right? I’m y/n…” you extended your hand to his that was braced on the counter as he told his brother off.

Albert could see how uncertain you seemed to be on your feet- he almost laughed at it. Looked like you might damn well bold out of there if he breathed wrong. His gaze flicked to your hand then to Max before he took it slowly.

“Albert.” He said shortly, wrapping his long fingers around your much smaller ones. He looked you up and down with his brows pinched and a firm mouth.

Something felt…off to Albert. There was a look of recognition in your eyes as they trained themselves on him. Like you could…see him. But not the him Max saw- not Albert.

Him.

You smiled a little more to try and set him -and yourself- at ease, “Right. I’m so glad to meet you, though it’s not the best circumstances…” one of his brows rose slowly as if to say “Bet your fucking ass it’s not” but you tried to continue, “I know I’m not a welcomed guest…but I am your neighbour and I’d like to make it up to you if you’d let me? I can put these groceries away for you so you can-“

“I can put groceries away just fine.” He rasped, fixing to you with the same hard stare he gave to Max, and you felt very small. Al turned away but not before casting a pointed look at Max who was sulking slightly.

This man certainly was indeed a hard nut. But you were persistent. You were not about to leave that house without fixing that mess or you wouldn’t sleep.

“I’m sure you can, but nothing bad came from being nice.” You said, taking another step up to the older man and held his unwavering stare though his stare made you squirm, “Right?” You hoped against hope that you weren’t being too pushy, and make the situation even worse. If you pegged him correctly, he probably appreciated a woman taking charge of the kitchen; likely seeing his mother do exactly that. And if appealing to that aspect of him would make things blow over, then you’d do that and bark like a dog if he wanted.

After a very tense moment, Al finally sighed, and pointed to the fridge, “You can just put things in there…I’ll fix it later.”

With that, he walked past both you and Max and gave the Samson a pat on the head as he disappeared into what you assumed was his bedroom.

“Sorry about all that…”

You turned your attention to Max fleetingly before making quick work of the groceries.

He sure likes eggs…

“Oh don’t apologise…this is his home after all. You’re his brother but I’m an unfamiliar face…I can’t blame him for being a little grumpy…” you gave him a small smile and hoped your hands weren’t shaking too bad, “You said he works a lot?”

Max nodded.

“I swear he doesn’t have a day off…even when he’s not working he’s doing something, especially lately…”

You turned slowly, and looked at Max sitting now at the small table, your calm face slipping into a far more serious one. “What do you mean he-“

“So you’re the one who moved into 7739?”

Your heartbeat moved into your ears, and suddenly you couldn’t remember how to move. But you forced yourself to look to where Al was now standing just outside the kitchen; now out of his uniform.

“Yep!” You chirped, putting the coffee in the cupboard.

He reached into the fridge and pulled out a soda before leaning against the counter- sufficiently in your space. It was obvious that he was trying to intimidate you, but you were having none of that- he might be a man and much older than you but he didn’t know who he was dealing with. You might have been squirming under his gaze, but you weren’t weak.

“You know…that house had the same old couple living there for as long as I can remember…you remember them, Max?” Albert began, nodding to his brother. You watched Max nod, “Yeah…you know it’s just so funny how they just up and left town right in time for you to move in.” He took a long drink from the soda, staring you down.

That certainly was a surprise.

“Is that so?” You asked, “Well I guess it was destiny!” You added with a laugh.

Albert breathed out a laugh that neither made his eyes sparkle nor made him smile, “Right. So it’s just you?” He asked, nodding in the direction of your home.

“It sure is.” You confirmed.

“You know you should be extra careful these days…weird stuff happening.” He said.

You just smiled and shook your head, “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

He nodded again.

“Well I know why Max is still alone but what about you? How come no one’s scooped a little thing like you up?” Albert asked, with a tilt of his head.

He was pushing.

He wanted to see what was going on inside your head…how far you’d let him go.

Don’t be rude, y/n.

But your smile didn’t falter, “Still waiting for the right guy to come along. You start to get tired of them letting you down…and it gets messier and messier to cut them out of your life once the fun is over.” You said, tilting your head to the side, “Harder to make up stories about what happened too.”

Albert lowered his drink, and felt every one of his facial muscles go lax.

You watched his eyes- the windows to his soul. Or lack there of.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.” He murmured.

Both of you completely forgot about the other person in the room who seemed completely oblivious to your interaction. It’s not like he would understand, since he didn’t know what was so off about his own brother’s eyes.

Max didn’t see those eyes every day when he looked in the mirror- he wouldn’t know what the eyes of a killer looked like.

But you did.

And Albert did too.

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