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dazai-ritualist · 3 days

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You said you willing to write another part?! WELL IM ALL FOR IT!!! EREEEEEEERFFHENEN

Ok so perhaps the mother or father of Ken goes a little crazy perhaps they set reader’s home on fire. (It’s up to you if the kids are in it or not. Or perhaps you can make it where they come in one by one.) Reader could probably die from the house fire and end up in hell. Noah could’ve gotten shot while on the job and Emi could’ve gotten murdered(when she’s a tad more older of course) the family back together in hell and reader thinking she was free from Al only to fall into his arms again.

There is always going to be that one angry family member blaming reader and her kids for the death of their loved one.

IMGONNAGETYOUBACK.

[why not read the story first? 😋]

— 6 years after your husband’s passing, he decides that it’s been far too long. and, he enlists the help of a certain imp to retrieve his wife from the over-world.

hell was not all so bad. it was quite similar to the living world, only with the company of the supernatural. as soon as alastor had arrived in hell, it was quite easy to gain power— inflict terror by using their fear of dying once more and take advantage of their greed for power.

but, this was all just far too boring. killing overlords, quite repetitive. and it was so awfully dull to terrorize sinners on the streets of pentagram city. alastor wanted someone who’d fight back. alastor wanted you.

he was in hell though. was there even a way to get you? of course there is. if it was you that alastor desired so badly, it’d be you who he’d get. he’d find a way, even if he had to claw his way out of hell and drag you down to the dark depths with him.

though, it seems he wouldn’t have to. rumor has it there’s a small start up company in imp city. a company who specializes in killing humans in the over-world given pay. might as well investigate, right?

and so, alastor headed off to imp city, finding a rundown office building where this I.M.P. supposedly ran their business. and on the 7th floor (according to the sign in the elevator), he, indeed, found their headquarters.

“oh fucking finally, someone’s using the door for once!” the tall imp cursed out. “nice to meet ‘ya. i’m blitzø, the ‘o’ is silent.” he said, shaking alastor’s hand. “right, my name is alastor. pleasure to be meeting you, my good man, quite the pleasure!” he nodded assuredly as he wiped his hand on the coat. “sooo… if you’re here, you must want someone gone, hm? who is it? ex-wife? did she fuck the next door neighbor or something? c’mon, give me the all the dirty details!” blitzø asked, overwhelming him with questions.

“ah, not quite. you have a portal to the human realm, correct?” alastor asked, confirming the rumors. “yeah, if you’re thinking about going in with us, no can do.” blitzø shrugged defeatedly. “ah, no, no. just confirming the rumors.” he said. “i want you to go into the human realm, yes. and, i need you to kill my wife. i miss her dearly.” he sighed sorrowfully, despite his smile.

“yeah— see, i can’t guarantee your wife’s gonna go down here if she was some sorta saint or whatever.” blitzø said. “oh, she will most definitely go to hell, i can assure you that.” alastor grinned. despite alastor’s assurance, blitzø seemed unconvinced… “i’ll pay you handsomely.” alastor said, summoning a sum of money with a flick of his wrist. “it’s a deal! MILLIE, MOXXIE, GET YOUR ASSES HERE!” blitzø shouted out to what seemed to be a conference room. “don’t you worry, sir! we’ll make sure your wife’s down here by the end of the week!” he assured alastor cheerfully, his demeanor seemingly changing after the topic of money was brought into the conversation. “ah, very well then!” alastor grinned as he shrugged off, dropping the sum of cash by the doorstep as he left.

by the end of the week? he could wait that long.

1939, the great depression had finally passed. without alastor to provide for the family, it had been hard. but, the three of you had been able to manage. your children had grown into wonderful adults, noah taking in his widowed mother and unmarried sister along with his own family.

your daughter-in-law was simply the sweetest thing. she reminded you of your innocent self all those years ago. but, your son is better than his father. there’s no reason to worry at all.

everything was good now. everything is fine.

“ma, you okay? you hardly touched your food.” noah asked. “hm? it’s alright, dear. i’m not so hungry anyway. francesca, eat up, will you? you must nourish yourself after all.” you pushed your plate towards your daughter-in-law, pregnant with her second child. “ah, really? alright then, thank you…” she bashfully grinned, accepting your plate.

“here, darling. let me take claire to bed.” you smiled, taking your granddaughter into your arms from her high chair. “eh? you sure, momma?” noah asks. “of course i am! just eat, dear. i’ll be fine if i skip a meal or two.” you assured your son as you headed up, taking claire to her cradle upstairs.

the small thing was already drooling and passing out in her chair. she had to rest in her crib, lest she get terrible posture. you burped the tiny baby over your shoulder before lowering her down as she clings to her binky, a plush of a bunny in a pink dress.

you admired the adorable baby for a few more moments before deciding to return to your room. but, as you were doing so, a bullet pierced the window, glass shards getting all over claire. “wh…what in the world..?!” you panicked as you ran back to your granddaughter, removing the sharp shards from her soft skin.

“satan almighty, what the fuck was that moxxie?!” a voice roared from outside, in the trees..? “i’m sorry, sir— there was a child! i couldn’t hurt it just because the target was there.” the so-called moxxie reasoned. “well, good job, cause you got glass on the little shit and woke it up!” the voice huffed out.

you cooed to your granddaughter, hushing her cries and gently rubbing her wounds. and just then, these mysterious creatures hopped in from the window. “ow— fuck, thanks a lot, moxxie, you fucking cuck!” the tallest creature groaned, painfully picking out the shards of glass on his feet. the moxxie creature looked rightfully offended as he held his gun towards you.

“who are you? are you here to kill me..?” you asked, frightful for your life. “who sent you?!” you started to grow defensive. “yeah, that doesn’t matter. all that does is that someone wants you dead. so, can we skip the whole ‘begging for your life’ thing?cause that’s not working on us.” the creature shrugged.

you looked everywhere for some sort of escape route. your eyes darted everywhere, trying so desperately to find a way out of this odd situation. but, there was nothing. there was no way to win this, the only thing you could do was accept your fate.

you kissed claire one last time, laying her in her cradle with her binky once more. because— well, that was all that you could do. you went in front of the gun, and lowered yourself to your knees. and with the muzzle in physical contact with your forehead…

BAM!

you bled out on the floor.

and, when you awoke, you were in an alleyway. the sky was red, and it smelt awful. your body felt weak. you stood up, looking for any reflective surface. you didn’t know what it was, but something was off.

you searched, coming upon a window from a store. and, there it was. your new appearance. your skin shined, reflecting in the red sky. and, clinked with each step you took; porcelain. your lips were as red as blood, and you were dressed in a simple dress, befitting a woman of your time.

the bell of the store rang, a red-deer man had been exiting. he glanced at you, curious. “ehh… pardon me, sir. do i know you? your staring is making me awfully uncomfortable…” you told the man. “ah! just as i thought.” he said through a radio filter. “just as you thought..?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

“oh, darling, don’t you remember me? it’s me, your husband!” he grinned widely, taking you into his arms.

…

it all made sense now. he had paid those creatures to kill you… for his own selfish desires. from a demon such as alastor, you should have probably seen it coming.

“come along now, my love. 6 years is an awfully long time. we have a lot of catching up to do!” he pulled you along by your elbow. “and, smile, darling. you’re never fully dressed without one!” he sang out. “of course, darling…” you said as grit your teeth. the vomit you had to hold back was almost irrepressible.

and, as he dragged you along, it made you think.

was there truly a god?

a god who was merciful?

because, no merciful god would bind you with this demon in life and death.

EKKK HI!!! i acc have my own lore for wjen the children die 😋💞

— noah; age 56 (he goes to hell for his cover-up last chapter and animal cruelty) he married and had 3 kids 😋

— emilia; age 62 (she goes to hell for manipulating sm people into doing dirty work for her) she died unmarried, lowk thinking that she’d move in with her best friend despite it being controversial at the time

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purplelupins · 3 days

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|The Black Phone|

Part IV

Albert Shaw/Grabber x Fem!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: mentions of murder, injury description, smut, dubious consent, breeding, begging, flirting, daddy kink, p in v, use of pet names (kiddo, kid, princess, honey) fingering, oral (f receiving), grinding, cumming in pants, semi public sex, violence, swearing, blood kink, face paint, reader is a sad baby

Notes: this is a commissioned fic for @mandowifey and the face claim for Richard is Hamish Linklater in Tell Me Your Secrets

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You needed him.

You had always thought the word limerence had a nice ring, but you hadn’t thought it would feel so devestatibgly addictive.

You wanted to pick that man apart bit by bit and bite into his heart so hard he could see bits of it in your teeth when you smiled. You wanted him to think of you so often he couldn’t stand it.

And you wanted to piss him off his rocker while doing it.

Your feet felt detached from your body as you walked to your bed. It barely registered that you had laid down until the smell of cotton and your soap enveloped you. Your limbs still ached from your encounter in the alley, and you half hoped the hurt would stay for a while, and half wanted to leave an angry message for your neighbour detailing how badly your back and legs hurt.

Your mind ran. It was as if everything up until that moment had been preparation for him. That grumpy old man who slept just 40 feet from you. Your head spun as you took inventory of every kill and move you had made since…since you started, and how every step had brought you there.

To him.

Right where you were supposed to be.

A cool breeze smoothed down your legs as as your blanket lay beside you unused. The window in your room sat open and unassuming…just in case he came. Then you glanced down that the floor just under the window and a twitch of a smirk pulled at your lips when the light caught the shards of broken glass you had scattered there. Just in case the old fuck tried anything.

Goodluck picking that shit out of your feet, Shaw.

You hoped you would be able to hear him yelp and swear with his dick all hard as he crept into your trap to carry out one of his perverted stake-outs. Having a Polaroid of that would keep you happy for the rest of your life.

But sadly for your sake, Albert had seen you unscrew one of your lamp’s lightbulbs and crush it in a towel. It didn’t take much brain work to put two and two together when you disappeared into your bedroom. He knew it was a little welcome gift just for him. And while once upon a time he might have been annoyed, and disappointed that you were trying to stave him off. But as he crept back from your window, he couldn’t help the tiny grin that pulled his mouth into a smirk. You were thinking of him.

And Albert liked that.

But while that knowledge did elate him, Albert was a smart man, and he knew knowledge is power. And oh how badly he wanted power over you. Ever since he had felt your soft flesh under his finger tips and your usually so defiant, arrogant voice in his ear whining for him, he needed more. He needed you to feel small. He needed you in the palm of his hand so he could swallow you like a pill to satiate his sick desire.

So he ignored you.

You had expected him to at least break into your house, but when days passed, there was a hole in your stomach that began to fester. You found yourself checking his house constantly, even looking at the door of the diner every time the bell above the door rang. Every creak at night made you get up to investigate and every car going by made you stare to see who was driving.

You felt insane.

You didn’t like feeling insane.

Everyday it was a horrible battle between you and yourself as to whether or not you should call him or break into his house again. The feeling of rejection and solitude took shape and fed that hole in you until it was gaping and you couldn’t sleep or function properly.

It didn’t matter how many men you flirted with or how many shitty jokes you laughed at. You even tried to chat up one of your regulars when his wife wasn’t with him…

How dare he.

However, you hating it didn’t stop you from going to the liquor store after work once a few days had passed. You made your way towards the far side where the whiskeys and brandies were kept; you had known enough men to know that nine times out of ten, they could appreciate a nice bottle of well aged liquor.

In your mind, your plan was faultless. You were going to deliver the bottle with a snarky little note that would get under his skin and it would both impress him enough or irritate him enough to confront you. Either that or he would do nothing and it would give you an excuse to sneak into his living room to drink a couple fingers of it while you waited for him to come home to remind him of who he was trying to fuck with. It was a win-win situation really.

You finished the note in your car, and tied a little blue bow around the neck of the bottle of whiskey. You had considered dropping it at his door, but while you liked Max, you didn’t trust him not to find the bottle and open it for himself.

You took a long breath, and pushed yourself out of your seat and onto the side walk, and shut your door. You rolled your shoulders back and began to walk down the block to the hardware store in the shortest skirt you had. A rush began to fill your head in anticipation of pouring gasoline onto this game of cat and cat you played with the older man; he thought he could just call it quits after he got a little something from you? Well he certainly had something else coming. You couldn’t wait to see the little bomb plant itself in his head until it detonated and he came to you.

You missed him.

You opened the door to the hardware shop, and smiled brightly as you walked up to the empty counter. When no one came out, your smile fell a little in annoyance, and you rang the service bell a couple times.

“Sorry- coming, shi- I- oh!” Emmett nearly stumbled out from the back room and smacked into the counter.

The lust for blood began to curl tight when you saw the young man come out to greet you. You just couldn’t tell if it grew stronger because it wasn’t Albert and you weren’t satisfied or because you enjoyed the anticipation.

“Hey Em…where’s the big bad boss man?” you grinned and tilted your head. It wasn’t as if you could say “Why the hell are you here?” Or “I want Al.”

“Oh- Al? He’s in his office…is something wro-“ he started leaning over the counter to you when he stopped short.

“Emmett?! Did you finish with those boxes?”

All at once, that growing hole in your gut collapsed in on itself and flipped and churned. You felt your throat tighten, and your hands start to shake and your ears rang. Your cheeks heated and your ears burned.

What’s wrong with you? Take a breath and say something back to the old man-

But somehow, words alluded you, and you found yourself thrusting the bottle into Emmett’s hands and turning on your heel without a care in the world, “Nothatsokayhereyougothisisforyourbossbye!” You blurted out and were out the door before the poor boy could get another word out.

You chose not to have any kind of confrontation with yourself over your behaviour that night as you drove home. It might have been more merciful to have your head cave in than to deal with whatever the hell this was.

It was ridiculous.

You had never been made to feel this small…and now you’re leaving him gifts oh well done you twat.

You drove home and settled into bed with a cold, empty feeling in your bones. It infected your sinew and cooled your blood. It was something that you hadn’t felt in years, and something you never thought would happen again…not like this at least.

You liked this one.

You actually liked him.

But you were hurting and really it was all his fault. If he didn’t like you then why did he grope you like a teenage boy in that alleyway?

Fuck him…

“Richard I really couldn’t…I’m so flattered, but-“

The thin man towered over you, and you leaned your hand on one hip as he did his best to convince you to come to his daughter’s birthday party/annual summer barbecue. You noticed that he slouched a great deal.

Albert didn’t slouch…

“C’mon it’ll be just what you need. You were just telling me about how much you want to make some friends and plus I- it, I’ll…it’ll-“ he stumbled over his words, and you found yourself nodding a little as if to encourage him like a toddler. The man sighed, and sat down on one of the stools next to you. “It’ll be fun and I’d like it if you came…we’re- we’re friends right?” He raised his gaze to meet yours, and he looked so hopeful that you almost patted his head like he was some lost puppy in need of reassurance.

You pretended to hum and think about it. It wasn’t as if you didn’t want to go- you didn’t mind.

Free food, free drinks, and cake.

It was something to do and something to take your mind off of that fucking old man with those blue eyes who made you cu-

“I don’t think your wife likes me after that first time we met.” You reminded him and his shoulders slumped a little.

But he didn’t give up.

“She’ll be so busy and honestly she probably doesn’t even remember, she just-“

You put a finger to his lips and smiled, “Hey, hey! I was kidding. I’ll just help with the plates and hide behind the balloons.” You laughed and shrugged.

His entire face lit up, and you felt yourself actually get a little excited…but not as excited as you knew you might have if it wasn’t for your mind being distracted.

“You- wait, you’ll come?” He gasped and stood, “You’re coming? Oh thank god- oh that’s- I’m so pleased- thank you!” His hands reached out as if to hug you but he stopped himself short and just beamed at you. You waved at him and looked into the kitchen window to see if there were any orders up.

“Oh you know, what are friends for, huh? Besides I think you owe me some free food after all the whipped cream and extra fries I’ve smuggled for you.” You elbowed him and he laughed a little awkwardly.

“Haha, yes…well, here let me…write down the address…” he mumbled to himself as he searched for a pen in his jacket and grabbed a napkin. You watched as he wrote, though your eyes became unfocused as your mind drifted. It wasn’t like you didn’t already know where Richard lived. You had followed him home enough to know a few different routes too, not that he needed to know that. He started to ramble about how the annual barbecue had started and you smiled and nodded while your eyes glazed over…

You thought of veiny hands and thick forearms and greying hair that needed a trim and sharp canines-

“It’s at 11 o’clock and uh…should last until about 4 o’clock…you don’t have to stay the entire time though. Just- you can just come for a bit. Or stay! What- whatever you like.” Richard had become a bit of a fumbling mess with his words as the two of you got closer. He was sweet…so miserable and so pathetic, but sweet. You sometimes wondered if he liked to beg…

You nodded and took the paper before pocketing it in your uniform. “I’ll be there.” You added a smile to send your performance home.

He smiled back and rubbed his hands on his thighs. “Great! Super. I’ll see you then.” He said, gathering himself and backing towards the door.

You waved at him, “See you!”

He left, and you mindlessly went back to your job. Your face went back to how you schooled it for work, and you let your mind coast on auto pilot for the rest of your shift. You found that your usual prowl for fresh meat was more of a bored glance. You pretended like you didn’t care who walked through the door. You pretended to not care that your legs didn’t hurt anymore.

Four days. It was four days from the time that Richard had given you the invite to the day that you were expected to attend…and those four days all but evaporated.

You were constantly looking for ways to go over to the Shaw residence but you swore it was like some kind of divine intervention would occur every time you did…without the divine part. There was always something that got in the way or no one was home and you could only leave your used panties on Alberts pillow so many times before it got old.

So when you checked yourself in the mirror one last time and smoothed down your summer dress, you welcomed the change in routine. A part of you was almost excited to be back to your old self a little…testing the waters with Richard would be fun, and you felt a rush start to surge through you at the thought of being in his home with his family and friends. But then you felt your shoulders sag a little.

It wasn’t him.

But you had a job to do, and who knows…you might scope out some new men to play with…

…but what’s the fun in that…

You stared up at the house- pristine and admirable. You sighed and half considered going home, but decided against it when you thought of losing all your hard work on Richard. You pulled yourself from your car and grabbed the gift for his daughter, and strode up to the front door. You knocked a few times, but when no answer came, you followed the sound of voices and children laughing around the back of the house.

Sure enough, the party was in full swing. Several men and women you recognized from around the city, or neighbours of your hosts. God was in your good graces that afternoon as no one had clocked your entrance yet; you wanted to keep it that way. You slowly made your way past a train of kids and over to the food table where you grabbed a glass of juice, and started immersing yourself into the part of ‘sweet, friendly stranger’.

“Crazy summer, hey?”

“You catch the game the other night?”

“I can’t believe they’re knocking down the old post office.”

“Pretty dress, oh it has pockets? I need one.”

You managed conversations with several people without saying much of anything for several minutes when you finally saw your hostess. You bit your tongue to suppress the smirk that so badly wanted to come forth when you saw the little scowl on her face. You excused yourself, and decided to find her better half.

You passed by the little face painting table for the children and a parent almost losing consciousness while blowing balloon after balloon. It was sweet.

A little too sweet.

As you ventured to another part of the backyard, you heard a familiar voice call out from inside the house.

Of course he was the errand dog.

You wandered up to the back porch and slipped inside the double doors into the dining room. You could see into the kitchen, and sure enough there was a very tall, very rushed older man there who looked everything “dad”. You forced a smile.

“I like that polo.” You called to him as he shoved his head into a cupboard. Richard whipped around and almost lost his footing at the sound of your voice.

“You came!” He smiled back at you almost relieved, and put down the paper plates he had gotten and came over to you. You had expected him to just stand there with his hands in his pockets or shake your hand but he scooped you up for a hug. You clung to him out of reflex and let him hold you. You hoped he couldn’t feel your knife in a holder between your breasts.

“Thank god you came…these are all my wife’s friends or parents of kids I don’t know,” he slowly released you and waved his hand outside as he explained, “Good to see your face, honey.” He added with a smile.

You returned the smile out of reflex, and shrugged, “Not like I had anything better to do.” You playfully punched his shoulder and he moved with your touch.

Gangly, tall man.

You wondered if a breeze would knock him over. Then you cast a look over his shoulder at the plates and nodded into the kitchen, “What can I do?” You asked.

Play the part, play the part…

Richard spun and looked at the various items on the counters that needed to be brought out, “Oh- well…I don’t want to put you to work on your day off. You being here is enough.”

You shook your head and started guiding him into the kitchen, “I need somewhere to hide remember? Not everyone here thinks I’m adorable.” You pushed, and to your pleasure his ears turned pink. At least that was a little enjoyable to curb your underlying boredom.

“I- well-“ he laughed, knowing you were talking about his wife, “I-I suppose…would you take those extra cups out to the punch table? I forgot about three times to do it so she might actually be happy for once.” He smiled a little sadly.

You felt a little pang of hurt for the man, but snapped a sympathetic smile back onto your face. He eyed it, and returned the expression. It was no secret how miserable he was.

“I’m on it!” You chirped, and retrieved the cups that he had pointed to, and breezed past him. Richard seemed relieved to have some help, and you knew he watched you go down the steps to the back yard; you let your dress sway a little extra just to play with him.

You placed the cups down, and let your gaze wander. It all felt so domestic, and you felt yourself flush a little at the idea that this was your house…your family…but you knew the likelihood of that happening was slim to none-

“Hey kids! Who here knows a magician’s magic word?!”

“ABRACADABRA!”

Your throat squeezed.

You whipped your head around to the voice, and felt yourself go lightheaded.

You never thought face paint and a top hat would make your thighs quiver and your mouth grow slick…but something about Albert Shaw bowing theatrically for the gaggle of children had you weak.

It had been over a week since you had seen him properly; not watching his van pull out in the mornings or glimpses of him through his windows at night. Your chest filled with hurt, and your nose stung.

You felt jealous over the kids standing too close as he performed a trick. You wanted to be the one he was focused on.

You felt someone come and stand beside you at the punch table, and you looked up to see Richard eyeing the entertainment. “Not bad huh?”

You shrugged but nodded, “Kids love a good magic trick.” You pushed the lump in your throat down.

He nodded with you, “Hey I have a couple more things inside, would- would you give me a hand?” He pointed his thumb back, and you almost said no.

No I miss him.

You cast one more look at Albert, and this time, he saw you. You felt his blue eyes lock onto yours as he waited for a kid to pick a card. You could see his body go stock still for a moment, though you applauded his recovery. You felt that pang of hurt return to you when you remembered how he had been avoiding you. How he hadn’t even said thank you for the liquor. How he hadn’t left you a message to stop leaving your panties. How he hadn’t showed up to kill you yet.

But then, the hurt churched into something else when you were struck with an idea. It wasn’t something you were terribly keen on doing…but it might just be the push that old bastard needed to come and say something to you.

You looked away from Al, and smiled brightly up at Richard who was returning his gaze to you after saying hello to a guest. “I’m all yours.” You said, and you almost felt bad for how instantly Richard blushed.

But it wasn’t his blush that fuelled you, it was the jaded glare that burned into you from the man with white face paint and top hat.

And you let the fire rage.

You brushed Richard’s elbow with your hand as you both turned to return to the house, and you shot him another smile. When he saw it, he stuttered halfway through responding to his wife who said something to him in passing.

He was such a plain, dad type with a face like a puppy…so utterly easy so manipulate.

A bit of a loser really.

He led you inside as he prattled on about last year’s barbecue and how one of his good friends had moved away since then and how he can’t believe his daughter is growing up so fast and how it wasn’t this hot last year. But you responded and hummed in acknowledgement like a good girl, and followed him past the kitchen into the walk-in pantry.

“-there’s just so much I used to want but now I’m just excited for bed at the end of a long day-“ he stopped mid sentence and looked at you and winced, “God I’m so sorry you must think I’m so pathetic.”

You laughed gently and shook your head, “Not at all…things just change!”You said. You weren’t entirely lying, and you knew that if you told him that he was indeed a lost cause, he might breakdown in tears…though that might have been a pleasant sight…

You both stood there in the cramped space, and stared at one another for a moment, before Richard blinked and remembered that he was a husband and father in his own house.

“Right, uh…if you could grab the jar of Maraschino cherries and the crackers just there, then I’ll get these…hm…what else…” he hummed and looked from shelf to shelf as you gathered what he said. However, you accidentally knocked a box of Graham cookies off one of the shelves in the process.

“Oh shoot…” you said to yourself, and bent over to pick up the box. As fate would have it, the moment you bent over was the same moment Richard remembered there was a treat he had bought for his daughter just above where your head had been. Thus, when you bent over, the older man leaned past you and pressed up against your backside just as you started to stand up. You gasped softly and jumped a little in surprise— or at least what he would interpret as surprise. You of course were not truly surprised, you knew it was only a matter of time before he accidentally brushed up against you while you were “helping” him.

Richard inhaled sharply and almost flinched away as you straightened.

You slowly turned and noted that he didn’t step away. After a timid moment, you gradually rose your gaze up to his; his breaths were coming hard as his chest rose and fell visibly.

You flushed, “S-sorry…didn’t mean to get in your way.” You made your voice a little sweeter, and looked away as you squirmed. Such a fail safe strategy. Worked every time.

“No- no it’s my fault- I…I’m sorry.” He stuttered, though even you could tell he wasn’t entirely apologetic.

Interesting.

You half expected him to get spooked, but then after a moment of staring down at you, he moved just a centimetre closer. Enough that his chest was pressing against you and you could feel his breath on your forehead.

You could see his normally wide brown eyes drop as they hooded over, and his lips parted. You wondered when had been the last time he was touched…hugged…fucked…

“I forgive you.” You whispered with the tiniest of grins, proud of yourself for making it seem genuine when you were mentally pulling your hair out.

The older man huffed out an incredulous laugh, and you looked down bashfully. But then, a large hand came to your cheek and tilted your face back up; warm but dry lips covered yours on a fleeting kiss. Gone just as fast as it had been there.

You met your eyes go wide, and surprised like you had no idea he was going to do that.

“I’m…Christ I’m so sorry- I don’t know what- im…I’ve never-“ he started, running a hand over his face as he stepped away to the other side of the narrow room; still only a foot and a half away from you.

“It-it’s okay…” you wrung your hands and looked at your knuckles.

He chanced a glance at you, momentarily stopping his internal anxiety.

You hid your smirk. “I-I um…I know you’re married…and you’re a great dad…it’s just…I…I like you…”you continued, and slowly looked up at him; he was watching you with baited breath, “I liked it.” You finished, and flicked your gaze to his lips.

It’s not him it’s not him…

As soon as you had finished talking, Richard could feel too much blood drain down past his pelvis, and he twitched a little at the sensation. The most release he got was when he showered alone in the mornings before work. His wife kissed him on the cheek for show when they were out, and he only got hugs from his mother and his daughter. Now here you were…half his age and looking up at him so enticingly telling him you liked his kiss.

Richard looked out the pantry to the back door that was half visible to the outside if you looked hard enough. He seemed to think for a moment, then a sick satisfaction curled inside you when you saw his restrained snap in two.

He took the step between you and held your cheeks in his hands as he kissed you again. Your lips pushed into your inner lip, and you winced a little before returning his affection.

Hard.

You closed your eyes and pretended. His teeth clanked against yours and you could tell he was about to pull away to apologize again when you grabbed the short hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer. It was as if his mind stopped working and he hit autopilot as he gave in and let himself be greedy.

It was a mess; both of you knocking into the walls of the small room and you fought for a comfortable place to press up against each other. The older man reached down and slowly brought your thigh up and over his hip.

“I-…god help me I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.” He whispered, eyes a little nervous. “That fucking whipped cream…” he added in a mumble.

You keened and whined softly for him as you kept your eyes shut and imagined blue ones staring down at you instead. The imagine of Al pressing you against that pantry wall had you rolling your hips over his crotch like a needy whore, feeling him get harder and harder. He was twitching and throbbing in seconds against your panties and your daydream broke a little when you felt how different he was than Albert.

He might not have been the exact person you wanted to be rubbing up on, but he was a fair stand in and he seemed more than happy to do it.

You squirmed as you felt your panties soak through. “R-Richard I’m- …your pants.” You whimpered as you tore away from his mouth to look down between your squished bodies; the dark spot on his khakis where you were grinding on him was obvious.

“You’re- jeez you’re soaked…is that for me, sweetheart?” He panted out in disbelief at the idea of a young thing like you making such a mess for him.

No it’s for him…

With your eyes closed you were miles away in someone else’s arms. You couldn’t remember the last time you had been so distracted, and you felt the creep of anxiety in the back of your mind; whether it was from the guilt of letting this man touch you or from your imagination floating around a certain part time magician like one of his cheap black balloons, you weren’t sure. So you nodded feebly, feigning embarrassment.

You might have drawn things out longer, but you were never very patient. And now even less so- almost wanting to get things over with quickly even though it was you who had started it.

“T-touch me…” you mewled against his mouth as he kissed you and ground himself against you like a horny teenager.

And suddenly, Richard didn’t seem to care about the party or how he hated his wife or how old his baby girl was turning or if she would like her presents. All he cared about was you whining for his touch.

The older man wordlessly lifted your skirt and lifted a shaky finger to his mouth; sucking on it quickly before reaching down between your thighs and slipping it past the hem of your panties. Richard might have been twice your age but he too was greatly lacking any self control as he only teased you for a moment before easing his long finger inside you to the knuckle.

He had long forgotten what a warm body wrapped around him felt, and Richard’s head went light as he pumped his finger inside you a few times. It was euphoric. He could have died happy knowing that he could still make a woman wet.

Richard could feel your slick soaking through the leg of his pants, but he wasn’t about to stop this god given gift. Fuck the pants.

Every bit of stress he felt and worry he had vanished as he began to work his fingers inside you. It didn’t matter that you were wishing it was a murderous neighbour of yours in his place. You just couldn’t wait to see the look on the old fuck’s face when he saw both of you completely wrecked and disheveled.

Richard might had been a little sloppy but he had you climbing steadily with help from you pushing your hips into his palm to message your clit. Your skin began to feel far too warm, and your whines were muffled by his lips smushing against yours. But it wasn’t quite enough. You could tell by his staggered and rougher ruts against you that he was getting close himself, and you weren’t about to be left high and dry if he came first. You reached a hand down between you both and covered his hand with yours and pressed the heel of his hand down against you, and rotated it; you cried out loudly into his mouth, and Richard momentarily felt his anxiety peak but it was gone again when you started begging him.

“Pl-please don’t stop- I- I’m- im gonna-“ you tried to get out as you manipulated his hand to pleasure yourself.

The older man nodded, knocking your nose a little and continued his efforts. His breaths came in little gasps that grew faster and faster as he pulled away from your mouth. You went to chase his lips but he buried his face in your shoulder and you heard him moan weakly into your skin. You shut your eyes and let yourself grind against his palm, and evidently it was exactly what you needed as just seconds after, you were biting into his shirt as you clenched down around his fingers that curled inside you.

“I-i- ah! A-Al-“ you whined softly as your hips ground down against him and your thighs shook while you soaked his hand. You felt the pant leg under you grow saturated and warm; it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that this middle aged man had just cum in his khakis after grinding on you.

Richard either didn’t care or didn’t hear you whine out another man’s name as you came.

Not like either of you knew that the party’s entertainment had gotten a package of glitter all over his hands and needed a sink to wash up. Not like either of you saw him glowering from just out of view as he watched and listened to the two of you breathing each other’s air.

Albert noisily grabbed a towel from the kitchen, making the man you were slumped against jump as he sobered up from his haze. He held you a little tighter as if it would conceal the two of you a little better; you both watched the other man leave the house into the yard, and Richard heaved a sigh of relief while you felt any euphoria leave with your neighbour. Hurt stabbed at you again, and you felt jealous tears sting in your eyes.

He didn’t even look at you.

This wasn’t fair.

“-y/n?”

You blinked and looked up at Richard who was now staring down at you with a slightly anxious stare.

You blinked again and sighed like you were in a daze of his making, “I’m- oh I’m sorry…what was that?” You asked shaking your head like you were embarrassed.

“I was- I was uh…just-just saying that w-we should probably get ourselves Um…cleaned up.” He murmured awkwardly but not coldly. You gathered this was the first time he had ever done something like that- it would have been endearing if it weren’t for your lack of care.

You had let yourself get too attached to Albert. He was going to leave you just like the rest-

“Sure…think you need some new pants.” You said a little absentmindedly as you untangled from each other and you walked out of the small room. You could hear the man behind you stammer something out, and you hummed in agreement as you stared out the back window.

“I’ll-I’ll be back in just a minute.” He said. You knew that he was hoping for a little affection from you or…something. So you forced a smile on your face and turned back to him.

“See you out there, tiger.” You held the items you had gone in there for and watched him flash you a small smile in return, but once he was gone, so was your jovial expression.

This time, you looked at Albert properly as you approached the cake table with the items.

He was busy again…

Sitting on a stool pulling flowers out of thin air.

A plethora of emotions had been churning in you all day, and while you felt humiliation and jealously close to the surface, your sorrow was just below it. The thought of Albert toying with you but casting you aside for weeks might have made your blood boil for a while, but more than anything it stabbed at your heart.

You liked him.

You liked him a lot.

More than you had liked someone in a long time. And you thought that he might have liked you just as much especially after that afternoon in the alley.

But there was just…nothing.

You sucked in a breath and made up your mind.

You turned on your heel, and began back towards the house, to the path that you took when you had arrived.

“H-hey honey, where you going?” You heard Richard call to you as you passed the back stairs where he was descending.

“I-I’m I’m just not feeling too well…think it’s the heat. Thanks for the fun day!” You called out to him as cheerfully as you could, “See you later.”

He was hurt, and horrified that maybe he had driven you away, and you knew it. But you didn’t care. You didn’t want to be there anymore. You didn’t want to play pretend.

Albert watched you smile so sweetly at that middle aged loser who was paying him for the afternoon. He felt his stomach twist angrily as he recalled those sweet sounds you made as he touched you; just like when he had been the one holding you against that alley wall. He wondered if they were honest; if you actually liked him making you cum. Albert’s ears had filled with white noise before you had finished, and his blood was still boiling.

If this was the game you wanted to play, fine. But he had never been one for following the rules.

You climbed into your car, and drove away from that house with the white picket fence; your head felt light as you gripped the steering wheel and began to half hour drive home.

You were angry.

You wanted so badly to pull off the main road and find the shittiest bar you could and catch the most pathetic man you could and sink your knife into his chest until your rage was gone. But you had a sneaking feeling that just like having Richard make you cum: it wouldn’t help. Plus it would mean you had to clean up after and you had no energy for that.

You drove slowly through the city, and by pure muscle memory, you parked near the diner. You stared out your window, and felt your eyes glaze over as you watched the people walk by. Families, couples, single men and women who were waiting for the right someone to come along. You focused on one couple in particular. They each held a small popcorn container and they laughed; most likely having come from the cinema. You caught the glint of a ring on the woman’s finger, and you felt your anger wane into melancholy. No one every chose you. All those men who claimed they wanted you…the ones who just couldn’t bring themselves to say they loved you…who wouldn’t leave their wives for you…they were so selfish. They really thought they could just get a piece of you and go? Was that what Albert thought? Was he going to leave you too? Carve another hole into your heart? You weren’t sure what hurt more…the fact that you were never someone’s first choice or that maybe you were the reason.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, but you did know that your eyes were dry as they started to tear; several minutes of not blinking making them sore. With your heart in your stomach, and head numb, you mindlessly began the way home.

You didn’t even remember turning the car on or pulling into the driveway, but then you were unlocking your door and kicking off your shoes. You didn’t even bother with the lights as you reached behind yourself to unzip your dress as you wandered through your living room-

“Have fun today, kiddo?”

A shiver ran up your spine and your heart lurched. You halted and let your arms hang down by your sides as you turned on the direction of that same face you wished had been the one panting in your ear just a few hours ago.

Albert sat in your arm-chair, relaxed shoulders with his head in his palm and legs spread wide- the crotch of his black pants pulled tight like the arms of his t-shirt. His top hat was still perched on his head and those ridiculous glasses as well.

You felt your heart pull at the sight of him, remembering his voice in your ear weeks ago.

“I did. Too bad you were there, could have been even more fun.” You jabbed at him. It wasn’t like he needed to know how pathetically you needed his attention. You were fairly certain he was well aware.

“Oh I think you had just enough fun, Princess. A bit whoreish don’t you think?” He cocked his head to the side and stared at you like he could see past your clothes.

“Whoreish? If you’re talking about how tight that shirt is for a child entertainer then I have to agree. Maybe shop in the adult section next time.” You crossed your arms.

The older man’s eye twitched, and you swore his mouth did too.

You threw your arms up, “No really, I mean it’s a bit creepy. You entertain kids and kill them, now your taking their clothes too…that’s just-“

“Enough.”

You could feel your muddled wmotions start to come to the surface no matter how hard you tried to remain unfazed, “No, no, C’mon now you started it!” You shot back, “You behave like one too y’know? So what you grind a girl on your leg in a back alley then never talk to her again?”

So much for not letting him know where your head was at; you might as well have just carved your own heart out and tacked it onto your sleeve.

Albert leaned forward onto his knees; his white face paint standing out in the darkness.

“Yeah? You all sour over that huh?” He rasped in faux sympathy.

Asshole.

“If any part of me is sour it’s because you touched it, you old fuck.” You bit out, hands itching to snatch your knife that you had in its sheath between your breasts. It didn’t help that your eyes were starting to prickle.

Al shook his head and tsked you, “Christ you got such a pretty face but you need to shove some fucking soap in that mouth, kid. I’d ask if your daddy raised you like that…but I’m pretty sure we covered his lack of involvement before.” He sneered.

“Yeah you’re right, he’s probably out fucking your mom.” You shot back.

Albert hummed.

“Didn’t think he was into corpse shit. Guess everyone’s got something. Makes sense though with you being his daughter if he’s that fucked up too.” His words stung, but you weren’t about to break down.

You sighed. “Let’s wrap this up grandpa, you need your early bedtime and I need a shower.” You went to move into your bedroom, but Albert shot up out of his seat and was pushing you up against the wall before you could get a proper defensive hold on him; all you managed was to get an arm free.

“We’re finished when I say we’re finished you brat-“

You didn’t wait for him to finish before you quickly jabbed your knee up into his thigh then kicked his knee as best as you could. He winced for a moment, and you laughed aloud at the thought that he probably had knee issues with his age. Albert went to grab your arms and slam them against the wall, but you were faster to slip out of his hold and put your weight into tackling him to the floor. You both landed with a thud, and you were thankful for the lack of light as the window was still open and you were never in the mood to be the brunt of neighbourhood gossip.

He fought to throw you off of him, and you locked a leg around one of his as you straddled him. Albert released your arm and shoulder and shoved the heel of his palm into your chin, and you saw stars. You had only just gotten a grip on his shoulders but your hands went limp when he struck you. Before you could fully recover, Albert already managed to grab you under your armpits and slammed you into the floor beside him before climbing on top of you.

You laughed when your skull collided with the wooden floor, amused by how your vision was doubling.

“What’s your fucking problem?” You slurred a little but worked to shove your arms between your chest and his, pushing on his upper ribs.

But when you sucked in a breath, you were hit with the heady smell of whiskey. The scent made your stomach go all mushy and your muscles went slack when you thought of him opening your gift and nursing a glass.

He was short of breath from it, but he was still holding you down by your collar. “I’m looking at it.” He spat.

At that, you laughed again, though this time it was far less bitter. He was such a hypocrite. You used his distracted state and kicked him hard in the shin, and dug your fingers into the tender membrane between his ribs. He grunted out in pain and released you only for a second, but it was the very second you had been waiting for.

You groaned as you rolled him off of you, and scampered out on his grasp. You went to stand but he lunged across the floor and snatched your ankle, causing you to crash down to the floor; your chin took the brunt of it, and you tasted copper. You had bitten your cheek, not that you felt it very much as adrenaline was fuelling you.

You kicked your leg to losen his grip, but he had you tight. You repeated the action like he was some pest, then opted to just flick him square in the face. You wished you still had your shoes on, but evidently you didn’t need them as he released you and cupped his hands over his nose and mouth.

“Aw I’m sorry did I knock your dentures out, old man?” You snickered out as you wriggled free and scrambled to your feet.

“Fucking brat!” Al spat, blood running from his nose and mouth as he rose up onto his palms and pushed himself up to rush after you as you bolted for the door.

It wasn’t like you had a plan, but it certainly would have been a scene with a crazed older man chasing after a poor young girl on a Saturday evening. The idea of Al getting arrested and locked away, and having to accept your visits just to see him was very appealing. However, you were not ready to confront the idea that during the entire fight you hadn’t reached for your knife. It would have been so easy. But you would have rather had him put away behind bars and glass than have him gone-

Your hand was millimeters from the door handle when your head was yanked back and your scalp burned; Al tugged at the roots of your hair and brought you stumbling back, crashing onto the floor. You stared up at him as you went to sit up, but he put his foot on your chest and pushed you down- a small smirk on his bloody and painted face.

“You just don’t quit do you, Princess?” That playful but threatening lilt in his voice returned, and you groaned when the heel of his shoe dug into your ribs.

“This? Thought we were just warming up grandpa…was hoping to-“ you started, but Albert was swift to step down even harder, pushing the air out of your lungs. You wheezed out a laugh, blood leaking out of the corner of your mouth.

Albert snarled down at you and shifted to kneel on either side on your torso when you heaved yourself up and grabbed your knife out from under your dress and slashed at his thigh. It broke through his jeans and slit the skin, but nothing horrendous. Subconscious or not, you didn’t want to maim him too badly. Another part of you, however, considered swiping at him again…hoping to puncture something important.

The older man hissed, and reflexively smacked you across the head, but you just lunged at him again. His glasses flattered to the floor. Albert was out of breath, and you could tell, but he still snatched your wrists before you were able to knock him off of you. His chest was pressed against yours, and your hips were flush. You both strained against one another until you gathered a wad of saliva and blood on your tongue and you spat it out at his eye. He turned away from you for a moment, but when you thought he might release you again, he growled low in the back of his throat and thrust you down to the floor.

Hard.

This time, when your scull collided with the wood, you felt disconnected from your body, and you didn’t appreciate the weakness.

Your ears rang and you tended your muscles to try and sit up again, but he had you. Albert leaned down over you, and breathed your air. “Stay down…like a good pup.”

You smiled, dazed and glassy eyed like a kid on Christmas.

And he smiled with you.

“Guess that’s two outta three that I got you, huh?” You could feel him speak- the skin on his bottom lip catching yours.

You shrugged raggedly, “I’ve had better. You only won cuz I can barely walk straight after cum-“

He smacked you again. And you laughed.

“What? Don’t like the thought of another man actually making me cum?” You jabbed again. He snarled and smushed your cheeks together with his large hand.

“Listen to me you little bitch, you are nothing. You will always be nothing.” He growled at you, a fleck of his spit landed on your cheek; either that or it was his blood. “You don’t fucking matter. And you’re a pain in my fucking ass, you hear me?”

There was a beat of silence following his words, as you stared at one another. You could practically taste him.

And likewise, he could taste you. Could smell that other man on you like a bloodhound. And he despised it.

“What? Did the Alzheimer’s kick in-“

You started to make a snark remark again, but was stopped short when Alberts teeth collided with yours and his lips covered your mouth. It took two seconds of him kissing you for your defensive walls to tumble down, and you were quick to welcome him between your legs as his rough jeans rubbed against you. A moan slipped out of you and down his throat at you began to grind your hips up against his, and you whined when you felt him return it just as eagerly.

You could feel your stomach do flips as he held you and groped at your hips and neck and hair; Albert’s tongue rolled against yours, not even needing to push into your mouth before you were tasting him yourself.

You pulled him as close as you could as he released your lips and began sucking and kissing down your neck; his face paint left little marks in his wake, but your found yourself hoping you looked a mess.

Covered in him.

“Fuckin’ creep…” you slurred in a daze.

All too soon, he pulled away and your mouth chased his, but Albert simply smirked and pushed you back down onto the floor when you went to sit up.

“Stay down princess, daddy’s not done with you yet.” He rasped- his hat having fallen off ages ago. Face paint all blotchy.

You wanted to cry from him not touching you, but you whined and nodded, hoping it would bring him back down to you faster. Albert smirked, and pulled you tight against the crotch of his pants where his cock was hardening. You could already feel it swell against you; throbbing. Albert brought your thighs up on either side of his hips and held your knees. Then, once he had you locked against him, his smirk fell, and he began to roll his hips into you. The thick outline of him against your core had you salivating and drool leaked from the side of your mouth. He ground against you patiently and hard, watching your every twitch and whine.

Your skin began to warm too fast and you began to grab at him while your thighs tensed.

“Pl-please I’m- please to-touch m-me-I’m- ah! I-pl-da- Ah!” You couldn’t get a full word out without gasping or tripping over it.

He tsked you when you started to babble. “Awe…does the stupid little bitch like that? Feels good?” His mocking tone and faux sympathy made your core tighten around nothing and you flushed with need. You wanted so badly for something to be inside you- fingers, cock, you weren’t picky. You just needed something.

You whined and nodded as you shifted against him, trying to get more friction to cum. But sadly for you, Albert knew what you were lacking; he knew that he wasn’t pressing against you enough. But it only made it so much more satisfying when he finally ran his hands down your thighs dragged your dress up simultaneously. His large, calloused hands groped at your flesh harshly, making it discolour from his grip.

The older man leaned down over you again, and latched his lips to your neck, and bit down. His jaws closed around your skin and punctured you hard enough to bleed or at the very least leave a visible, lasting mark. It knocked the wind out of you. You keened against him and mewled into his ear as he lapped at the deep mark. The sting was throbbing, but it only kindled the ache inside you that begged for him. Albert kissed and sucked at your shoulder, smirking to himself when you grew breathless.

So much fight only to crumble with a few kisses.

I missed you I missed you I missed you…

He continued to kiss over your skin and dress, pulling at the edges to gain more access to your flesh as he went. It wasn’t until he got to your stomach that he grew impatient with your clothes; Albert pulled away with a bothered snarl and without missing a beat, he grabbed the top of your dress at the middle and swiftly tore the fabric in half. You gasped at the violation, and was about to spit fire at him for ruining one of your favourite dresses when he bit down right above your breast and groaned against you, rocking his groin half into your leg and half into the floor. You weaved your fingers through his thick grey hair and nudged him down, hoping to whatever god there was that this man would stop fucking teasing you.

Albert snorted out a hoarse laugh and detached himself from you before leaning up to your mouth again and kissing you so hard your head ground into the floor.

“Needy little psycho whore.” He rumbled against your lips.

You keened and squirmed, but then to your good fortune, he was quick to leave your lips, and he moved down your body eagerly; tearing any left over fabric in his wake. You sat up a little to stare down at him as he kissed right under your belly button, and you noted how his face paint and streaks of his blood was smeared all over your skin. You felt lightheaded , and your cunt clenched at the sight of it.

“Pl-please daddy-“ you breathed out without meaning to. You needed him so badly it physically hurt you.

The older man hummed and tsked you as he slowly leaned down and nipped the top of your panties with his teeth and pulled them away from you until they snapped out of his grip and shocked your skin.

“Fuck off…” you tried to say with some assertion, but it came out as more of a whine.

This time, he placed a wet, open-mouthed kiss over you, leaving a wet mark on your panties. You couldn’t help the buck of your hips when he was so, so close to your clit but just not quite there. Albert smiled up at you wolfishly, and kissed you there again.

“Something you want?” He sneered at you- spit strung between his mouth and your ruined underwear.

“Yes your head on a platter with a million dollars in cash!” You huffed out in frustration. His bloodied teeth flashed in the low light much like a predator, and your remark earned you a slap on the thigh that stung.

“Watch that fucking mouth of yours princess or I’ll have to stuff it.” Al rumbled low in his chest like gravel.

He tortured you like that for ages, waiting to see how long it would take for you to start looking for your knife. It only took a few minutes, and he smiled to himself before finally pressing a warm, open kiss right over your clit, and sucked gently.

You cried out in surprise at the stimulation, and he chuckled against you which only made you whine more. Albert’s large hands gripped your soft hips and pinned them to the floor- immobilising you.

“Awe pretty baby…you should cry more.” He taunted you.

Your eye twitched, and you went to wrap your legs around his neck and flip him under you, but he caught your thighs just in time and laughed against your skin.

“You just don’t stop do you?” He said to himself, shaking his head as he wrenched your legs back down and pinned you better.

A rebuttal began to form in your mind, but it was erased when the older man leaned back down to your soaked panties and licked a long strip from the bottom of your clothed slit to your clit, and you couldn’t contain the loud whine that escaped you. You were throbbing with need, and you knew he could feel it by how cocky he was. You started to imagine your revenge on him and how fun it would be to strap him down to a bed and toy with him until he was begging you-

Albert softened his grip on you ever so slightly, but it was only because he was now dead focused on the sweet treat in his mouth; he knew you weren’t going anywhere. He had you. Al let his spit drench your underwear as he licked and sucked at you until he could clearly see your outline, then he took one thick finger, and caught the edge of your panties and pulled them to the side. The cool air hit you, and you flinched ever so slightly, but a moan caught in your throat when he dove in tenfold. He latched onto your puffy clit and sucked his warm lips around it. Your hips began to rock up into his mouth as he ate you, getting that much needed friction that had your orgasm climbing fast.

As if understanding your every high-pitched whine like a language, Albert now toyed with the idea of stopping and leaving you there. Just to see what you would do. Would you kill him? Go on a rampage? Report him for a crime just to get him locked away in a nice cell? Become a shell of yourself? But if he was honest, hearing you cry out for him so needily was going straight to his groin and ego, and he was thoroughly enjoying both.

He delved his warm tongue inside your cunt, and lapped at your slick that coated his mouth. Your legs began to twitch, and Al quickly returned to gently licking and sucking at your clit. He wanted you to cum. He was proving a point, and fucking you every way he saw fit was one way of doing it.

You could feel your vision starting to blur as your senses overwhelmed you. Your skin felt all hot and that tension in your navel was growing so fast you felt disconnected from your bones. You cried out when you felt two thick fingers slip inside you to the knuckle, and press up against that sensitive spot inside you, and before you could think, your legs were shaking and you let go.

Your hips bucked up against him as you came, riding out the immense pleasure that surged through you as you constricted around his fingers and wet his latched mouth. It didn’t even have time to slip him a snark remarks before you were cumming for him.

It took a few minutes before Albert slowly eased off of you, and watched as you laid there in a dazed lull. You looked so serene and docile. The gap in your aggression was to his advantage as he crawled over you and caged your body with his. You could feel his chest against yours- heavy and expanding as he breathed in excitement.

He had you.

You slowly came back to your body when you heard his belt jingle as he worked it open with one hand. Albert watched you intently as he almost tore his pants open, and palmed himself needily - not able to wait to take himself out. Then, you felt him lean away, and his hands took yours, and you watched lazily as he guided you to the waistband of his underwear.

“C’mon…take daddy out, kiddo.” He rasped, fighting to keep his breathing controlled.

You stared up at him and nodded hazily and slowly groped at his cock as you slipped your hand into his pants and gripped his shaft. The thickness sobered you a little, and made you clench around nothing in anticipation. You didn’t waste anymore time in pulling him free from his pants, and it seemed Al was not about to waste time with removing any more of his clothes before getting inside you.

The older man wrapped a hand around yours and guided you to stroke him, slowly rocking into your touch as the tip weeped unabashedly. You watched the pre-cum dribble down onto your intertwined fingers and you began to salivate.

“Enough.” He snipped and took your hand away before almost collapsing onto you; his forearms bracing him up as his chest crushed you. You could feel him slick the fat tip against your sensitive clit, and you were about to curse at him when he suddenly stuffed it inside your little cunt. Air caught in your throat at the stretch, but Albert didn’t seem to care as he started to rut- pushing and pulling as he forced your body to get accustomed to his cock. Your body flushed and your arms wrapped around his wide shoulders as he bullied his way inside you.

Thoughts began to leave your body as his veiny shaft stroked against your g-spot, and his tummy rubbed your clit. You were helpless to the sudden build up of another orgasm as he squished up against your cervix and rooted himself inside you. It was like he belong there. As he went to pull out, you sobbed into his shoulder, and he halted when he felt your body tighten around him; almost forcing him out as you gripped him like a vice. Overstimulation wracked your body but you couldn’t bring yourself to push at him.

You moaned and babbled in his ear as he slowly started to move again- using your tightness to his greedy advantage.

“Im-I’m- ah! Please- I’m- I can’t- fu-fuck…daddy I can’t-I-“ it was nonsense, and Al swallowed it up as he latched his mouth over yours and fucked it with his tongue down your throat. You cried and whined and shook and clenched, and he didn’t dare stop. The older man released your hips and grabbed at your thighs as he wrenched them up to your chest and pressed them down, forcing out most of the air in your lungs as he mounted you.

And you let him.

“H-hurry daddy-“ you whined in his ear weakly.

He chuckled breathlessly.

“God you’re so fucked in the head princess…” he grunted as he started rabbiting inside you like a man possessed.

You couldn’t talk even if you wanted to. You could only cry out like a bitch in heat. Neither of you cared if your neighbours heard you. To hell with them. You could deal with the disapproving stares in the morning, but you couldn’t deal with it if this old fuck didn’t cum in you at least once that night.

Al pulled away from you to look down at where his cock fucked your body. His fingernails were leaving grooves in your flesh, and you hoped they would last as long as the bruises surly would. You hoped you would hurt more than last time.

He was entranced by the large bulge that formed under your skin as his cock would slip inside you fully- you tummy distending around the girth. You stared up at him, and felt your heart throb at the sight of him.

Al would never get tired of the sight before him. If he was honest, since that alleyway, he was hooked on how you looked when you came. Your sounds, how you shook, how you babbled and grabbed at him. Which was why he felt sick seeing some other man feeling you up.

That memory alone had his energy return with a vengeance.

He hunkered over you as his thrusts became sporadic and harder. His hot breath fanned over your shoulder as he bit into you again, sucking the skin into his mouth as he stuffed himself inside you one more time before you felt your tummy grow warm. Al squished the fat tip of his cock up against your bruised cervix as it throbbed while he came. His thick cum filled your little cunt, flooding it until it was too much, and it started to squeeze out the sides where he plugged you. It dripped down your ass and onto the floor into a puddle under you. Spurt after spurt of cum he filled you.

You felt all tingly and exhausted once he finally relaxed, and his weight settles into you. You were in such a daze, but somehow your mouths found eachother in the dark, and his tongue slipped against yours as you ground against each other.

His point was made. You belonged to him.

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Linktober Shadow Day 5

Master Kohga

*slams this down* LATE AND WITH ONE HECK OF A HEADACHE BUT I MADE IT!

Also I feel like we also need to talk about that the reason the Yiga are such doofuses usually is because they're riding the high of a full 100 years victory, and that after getting throughly kicked in the ribs they're probably gonna commit more crimes and probably return to their even more brutal roots actually, Kogah probably being the most likely one to shift to that first.

This goes out to you Warriors fans and simps, because ooh boy is he a delight to write, I think the duality of his name and status as a soldier is neat even if he's not my favorite Link.

Though the regular Linktober one will have to wait after I'm a bit more rested though so either later today or tomorrow, sorry folks.

Also uh warnings ahead?

TW:

Some descriptions of violence, specifically wrist targeted violence, kidnapping, and Reader going a little feral in defense of Warriors, nothing too big, but as this is coming from a horror fan I advise anyone who is squeamish to skip this one.

On a scale of one to ten of intimidation wrought by enemies of the Chain has faced, you’re pretty sure Kohga and the Yiga wouldn’t make even a negative ten on a normal day.

You’re not sure if it’s due to Wild’s most blase attitude about having a literal clan of traitorous, murderous Sheikah at him, a mix of bafflingly phlegmatic and elated with amused delight when talking about schemes you’d more associate to slapstick comedy than anything, the way you’ve seen any Yiga members dive for any throw bananas like a starving Wolfos pack on a lone Stalfos even if there was a cliff right in front of them with even more single minded determination than what was given to their mission, the way he’d refer to them as “Look they’re technically insane menaces to polite society out for mine and Flora’s blood, but they’re our technically insane menaces to polite society out for our blood” with a mix of bemusement and amusement or a mix of all three but according to the resident cook they truly weren’t a threat compared to, say, the cultists of Hyrule’s time whose sole goal wasn’t even to kill him but simply make him bleed, or Majora whom indirectly inflicted endless torture on Time, or Demise who literally started the cycle all of your heroes inevitably went through (because you could never blame Sky, none of you would even if it took shaking the notion into his thick skull). And they’ve apparently gone even more docile and to ground after Wild had defeated their master.

“And THEN he apparently has the nerve to go through our base and raid our banana supply! The nerve of that pesky, insistently annoying pest- Hey, are you even listening?” The sudden call made you jump, hissing as your wrist restraints dug into your skin, because apparently shackles with spikes on the inside of them are a thing and you very much would not have liked the approximate feeling of barbed wire wedged into your skin, biting into your flesh with all the viciousness and brutality that ensured you wouldn’t move your hands without feeling agony, the tone indignant as the presumably dead man stomped his foot nearby, “This is serious! First he peels me and my clan members like a banana, greatly exaggerates the rumor of my death and then THIS?!”

You school your features, trying really, really hard not to act out again as it comes down dangerously close onto Warrior’s unconscious head. Nodding along with the seriousness and solemnity worthy of a funeral, “Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! Such disrespect, at least you guys didn’t exaggerate about his death. And you’re supposed to be the bad guys here?”

(Well, more like you couldn’t move, really, funny thing about spikes on one’s skin and having one of your legs broken to the point glancing at exposed bone makes you want to dry heave at the gory sight, it.is.agony. Funny, how pain is an effective restraint in keeping people pinned down better than any arrow.)

You quickly revised your opinion and reassess the threat given the situation you're in now, as after your patrol on Wild’s Hyrule with Warriors you’d gotten ambushed and kidnapped through a mix of a double Silver Lynel ambush and sheer element of the surprise as bait, Warriors going down protecting you with all of the ferocity of his namesake, and choosing to risk getting a little roughed up over being separated from him.

You’re quite proud of yourself really, what with the way that you almost fully tore a chunk out of a Blademaster’s throat with your teeth and before they gave up, leg broken and with the spikes on your wrist as you woke up first with the fury of Volvagia’s fire scorching your veins, overwhelming the icy chill of terror in your veins and only instinct driving you because who knows what they’d done to him. Worth it. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you let something happen to your favorite soldier boy. At least now you’re both in the same place, even if it’s with the man running the doomsday show himself.

“I know right?! Once I get my hands on that little nuisance, I am going to kill him dead!”

It’s a bit of a pity, in a way. You’re sure that under better circumstances you’d be as amused as Wild by him and he’d be a lovely conversation partner, you doubt the Yiga would follow him if he wasn’t charismatic after all, like watching a wet cat get their head stuck in a jar you had to admit watching the man struggle and fail was just a bit hilarious.

Alas by the whims of the gods spinning the wheel of fate and making it be fully comprised of misfortune to the point you really would like to have a nice chat involving your fists and their faces and maybe one foot straight up Hylia's gash, twas not to be, but it works in your favor. You just needed to stall for as long as you could until Warriors woke up or had an opening stop feigning sleep, either works.

“I just had a thought, a truly magnificent idea worthy of someone as worthy of being the Calamity’s most trusted champion! You travel with that twerp and his companions don’t you?”, the man stilled, then swerved towards you, you contained a flinch in a sudden movement, just on the edge of cartoony, adamantly looking over his shoulder rather than the twisted, crimson eye of the cold mask of the leader of the people who joked about keeping one of Warriors’ eyes as a necklace for it worked just as well as gem, “You could work for us instead, we’d pay you quite well for the information.”

Adamantly trying not to look at Warrior’s behind him, you hummed, head tilted, pretending to think about it, then shrugging, “Eh, I’ll pass. You Yiga don’t take well to traitors no?”

The man crossed his arms, adamantly nodding, “Of course not! Any and all who forsake our god should be slowly watch as their body parts are fed to Moldugas while they’re still alive!”

Cool, cool, lovely imagery to have, you were going to have one serious talk with Wild about proper threat assement once you’re back in camp by the way. You smile a bit back, remembering Warrior’s and using it as a reason to force a grimace away. Of the way he could charm better than any prince, making people fall in love with him effortlessly for better or worse and how you or Legend would viciously defend him from the worse crowd even if it gave you both Time’s exasperation (and grief from the other Links, who are all menaces whom you wished were less perceptive at times). Of the way he amusedly shared with you he main advantage was that no one could ever tell wether he was being friendly or baring his teeth, and how he slowly let you notice wether the curve was sharp or soft as you got closer. Making a point of showing your bloody, bloody teeth from both the Blademaster and which dripped down your head from one heck of a Lynel kick, you did not have Warriors natural charisma but you’d make do with your mediocre charm. “Well, I’m not in the habit of liking traitors much either you see. Sorry to let you down on that, plus if I can turn on them I can turn on you right? Better we skip that, I can give you a banana cake and banana pretzel recipe from where I’m from as compensation though?”

(You did not, in fact, know a recipe for banana cakes and pretzels by the way, but at this point you'll say anything just to buy you more time. Nothing like the age old ancient technique of lying. Wars would be proud his lessons came in handy.)

To his credit, he didn’t flinch. You’d actually be a bit shocked if he did given his clans entire gimmick to be fair. Sliding away from Warrior’s prone form and towards the one actually open door, keeping his back to the soldier, although his attention immediately focused on you like a Guardians aim, completely missing the light twitch to Warriors’ fingers you could spot in the dim torch light, “Fair enough, though you’re missing out on a lot if you ask me. Now! Banana cake you say? Might you be a person of culture after all even with an horrendous choice of company?”

Would you look at that, looking like a horror show does have it’s advantages!

“I mean I’d write it down but you know,”, you make a vague motion with your wrists, wincing a bit at the spikes, those would be a pain to get out later, you’d much have preferred ropes or chains, “But if you get some paper or get me to a kitchen I can direct your folks how to make it? You’d be the first to get a taste of it if you’re there too.”

He hums, pacing back and forth, Warriors eyes lightly crack open, the sapphire clouding with shock at your state, you can’t look at him long enough to figure out the ensuing combination of emotions, flashing, but you do see when the gems are forged into cobalt blades, you quickly mouth to him ‘Get free’ as soon as Kohga isn’t looking at you, he closes his eyes as Kohga turns towards him and nods. Though the Poe flame azure of his gaze could have probably killed the leader of the Yiga ten times over as he addresses you, “You’re an awfully generous hostage aren’t you? Though I like the way you think.”

You shrug, “I mean I’m not being manhandled, plus I’m bored so why not make some good food to kill time?”

You can see him weight his options, unnervingly staring at you beneath the mask. You adamantly don’t look at Warriors’ as he slides his boot very lightly against the wall, a small blade springing from the small compartment, thanking the Three the Yiga didn’t check either of your shoes as he twists around as silently as he can manage to cut himself free as Kogah nods, “Anyone with an appreciation for bananas should be allowed to share their wisdom, can you walk?”

You give him a flat look, you think Warriors bites his tongue to keep from making an equally indignant sound as Kohga seems to have the dots, awkwardly coughing, “That was a retorical question of course you can’t! I shall however extend you my benevolence, and call on my subordinates to carry you-“

He doesn’t even get to finish his sentence when Warriors pounces with a snarl, you lurch back, hissing as the spikes make your wrists bleed and chocking down a shout at the pain that crawls through your leg like lightning, but it’s enough.

Warriors wraps the remains of his rope around the Yiga Clan Leader’s throat in a makeshift garrote, and make sure to use his momentum to slam his head against the cold, hard ground of the hideout, doing it again for good measure with all of the strength and ferocity you knew for a fact he kept as well sheathed as a hidden blade.

It all took but a second, he didn’t even scream. You doubt that killed him, but he isn’t getting back up any time soon.

You slump over, coughing blood from your mouth, it wouldn't help much but it was a start, “Welcome back to the land of the living, Wars.”

He rushes towards you as soon as he finishes tying Kohga up with the remnants of his own rope, gently wiping the blood from your sight, he was battered and bruised but the most beautiful thing you’ve seen in your life as he checked you over, and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, relief ringing like a sword being sheathed, it would be alright. “Can’t say I’m happy to be fashionably late this time. What did they do to you?”

“Hey, none of that,” you gently touch your foreheads together, you smile, tasting rust on your lips though Warriors doesn’t mind as you lightly try to take his mind out of it, “You should see the other guy.”

He sighs, fondly exasperated as he shakes his head, you consider the quirk of his lips a win even as he pauses over your wrists, eyes flashing with rage before focusing on your leg, “I’m sure, that was a killer performance. Maybe after all this is over you should take up acting back home.”

You snort, “I mean I did learn from the best-“

it distracts you long enough for him to snap your leg back into place. And all you know is that you with pain, ripping through your throat as you finally, finally, feel safe enough to pass out.

(Warriors winces sympathetically, heart breaking a little at your pain but knowing it was the only way you wouldn’t focus on it, better than for . Holding you close and allowing you to muffle your scream into his shoulder as he wraps your leg in his scarf, guilty and fury carefully hidden behind the soldier mask, knowing that the only thing that would satisfy the flames of retribution in his chest would be to use the Yiga as kindling until they eventually burned the remnants of protective rage all away to ash.

But he could make do with taking you as gently as he could as you pass out in his arms, resolve himself to get the contraption on your wrists out as soon as you were both back at camp. And to kicking Kogah on the way out. It's not nearly enough but it's a start.

You protected him as best as you could, it’s his turn to return the favor as he can as well. Anything else can come later.)

#linked universe x reader #linked universe warriors x reader #out of all the links I wouldn't like to see angry I'd say Warriors is definitely right up there because he has such keen self control #that when he does get angry he's more vicious than almost all of them combined #he's seen some stuff in the war and likely is holding in just as much as Time Wild and Sky #so out of the Chain he's probably the best liar and the one who can hold his emotions in the most effectively #because when he does need to eviscerate someone he's unleashing all of his focused fury on them #plus it helps him multitask on the well being of his comrades better as well as on the mission #aka in this house we appreciate Warriors for managing to strike the duality of perfect prince #and protective soldier that does what needs to be done and will make it so not even his enemies dental records help identify their bodies #it's a fine line but the man can work it you can't share your soul with someone who was loved by a god killed a god #became a vessel for a good has a beast in their soul and was marked by many realms and live through a war your existence caused #and not be just a little feral methinks. helps that Reader also is a little feral and gets it when in survival mode lol #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #Warriors can feign sleep really well and always has knives on his boots due to the traitor purge in the war of eras #I have many thoughts on the Yiga Clan but not enough energy to dwelve into them all today sadly

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