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Addley Koffin x Reader Chapter 2
18+ MDNI
TWs for this chapter: addie is just a baby actually, more threatening and manhandling of reader, creepy shopkeeper, more theft, reader is now a complicit criminal <3! also probably out of character for reader and addley, I'm still trying to get back in the swing of things.
You take a sharp turn towards the on-ramp, not used to Ninaâs stripped breaks. Addley slams against the passenger side door and curses.
âWatch it.â He threatens through grit teeth, adjusting his grip on the shotgun in his lap. He sniffles and wipes his nose before opening his bag and starting to thumb through the cash. You watch him out of the corner of your eye, only glancing away to stay on the road.Â
Silence stretches in the tension between you, the sound of Addley rifling through paper slowly becoming deafening as he nears the end and only seems to get more upset.Â
âWhere are we going?â You ask hesitantly, checking your blind spot before merging. He swears to himself, trying to count the money again before digging for more in the bag.
âItâs not enough.â He mumbles.Â
âWh-
âCourse it ain't enough- this wasn't the fuckin' plan...â He swears quietly to himself, as if you aren't even there. With his head in his hands, Addley mumbles something about needing more. The thought sends a fresh chill down your spine, but itâs not enough to distract you from the growing anxiety in the passenger seat.Â
âWeâll get more...â You offer, gaze flicking to the firearm sitting loosely on his thighs. He barks a laugh.
âMore? Oh- yeah, weâll just walk into a fucking bank and-and just,â He sighs in an exasperated way, shaking his head.Â
âOr- another gas station?â You shrug, your body trying to show placation when your tone gets frustrated. The whole fucking reason you're here is because he robbed a gas station. "How much more do you need?" Whatever it's for, he's obviously got a number in mind. Addley shakes his head again, staring out the passenger window. Is he...pouting? Is the fucking murder spree robber pouting??
"It ain't that simple," He turns back to you, hands slicing through the tense air to further his point, "Y'gotta research and plan- y'can't just walk up and take shit." An involuntary sound comes from you, a mix of a scoff and a laugh. Because, sure, he toootally seems like the planning type. But you regret it immediately, feeling his nervous aura shift into something much more wrathful.
Addley grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, making you swerve into another lane. You yelp as you try to get back where you belong, but he's leaning over the center console and shoving the barrel of his shotgun into your neck. It's impossible to stay in your lane with his fist tightening against your skull and his sweaty forehead pressed to your temple. You thank whatever God might be listening for light traffic today.
"You think this shit is fuckin' funny?" He holds you there for a moment, keeping your focus split between the wobbling car and the terrifying man throwing a tantrum. He finally relents, falling back into his seat and throwing your head against the glass tp your left. You take only a moment to rub the forming knot, then sit up straight and continue driving. "Watch your fuckin' mouth." He mumbles, not even offering the respect to look at you.
Addley jabs at Nina's bedazzled radio, turning it on and flicking through channels. He stops on some high-energy metal station, which you are not in the mood for. Guitars scream, drums bang, and there's someone yelling through all of it. You wince as he turns it up more, the sound echoing in the enclosed car and hitting deep in your eardrum. He drums on his legs and nods along as he watches trees and other cars pass by, seemingly unphased by the deafening volume.
You lose count of how many different songs play while you're driving to fuck-knows where, but eventually, Addley clicks the radio off and points at an upcoming exit sign.
"Take that one." His voice sounds strange in the resumed quiet. Empty, and a little less strict? Though that may be from the time he spent decompressing.
You merge left until entering the "exit only" lane, catching a glimpse of the amenities sign as it passed. Three gas stations, two hotels and at least six fast food joints. It's useless to try and figure out which one he's going to rob next, so you slip back into your comply headspace. Right at the light, another right two miles after that, then you're turning left into a convenience store. He couldn't have been following signs, he's headed somewhere specific.
Literally called "Mom and Pops Shop".
You used to come here when you first moved to the area. Until they hired the creepy cashier that always wanted to stare. You can see him through the window, lounging back behind the counter and making out with a sandwich. A pit sets in your stomach as your memories are interrupted by the idea of Addley bursting in with a gun. He adjusts in his seat, fingers curling around his shotgun while he peaks into the window from the passengers seat.
"Alright," He starts, cutting through your jumbled over-thinking, "You're gonna distract 'em while I look around, then-" Who's gonna what now?
"What??" His head snaps in your direction, a clear reiteration of the warning he already gave you, watch your fuckn' mouth.
"What." Addley parrots your confusion back to you with a much rougher tone.
"I just-...me...?"
"You see anyone else around here?"
You decide to play dumb. See what happens. The adrenaline has worn off to a degree, you're already a little sick of the overgrown man child. You actually turn and look around the parking lot, seeing only one other car as it drives off. When you turn back, you see Addley's brow furrowed. At least he looks more confused than angry now.
"No- there's no one else, I'm talking about you." You both stare for a moment. It's a nice short break from all the yelling and anger. He finally breaks the eye contact to scrub his hands over his face. "Just- shut up. Listen, okay? It's not that hard, you just walk up to the counter and chit chat, okay?"
You continue to stare, maybe in a feeble attempt to return to that moment. Or maybe just because... how the fuck did you get into this situation? Who the fuck is this? Where the fuck are you?? You must've spaced out, because the next thing you notice is Addley's outstretched fingers tapping you firmly on the cheek. Not hard enough to be a slap, but it may as well have been with the way you reeled back. You wince as soon as your head finds the window again, finding the second bump on your head to try and ease the sting. Addley cackles.
"Are you-" Another fit of barking laughter cuts him off, continuing until he's doubled over, clutching his stomach. "You gotta be fuckin' kidding me," he finally calms down enough to straighten and wipe the forming tears. "Christ, calm down, old places like this don't have that cop button or cameras or any of that bullshit." He shakes his head. "Just get in there, I'll follow in a minute."
It doesn't make any sense. He was just talking about needing a plan, now he's sending you in there to "chit-chat"? He's going to get you both arrested. Or worse, killed by the weird fucking cashier. If Addley doesn't do him in first. An interesting perspective. Your body moves to follow orders on its own, clearly having not gotten out of the fight or flight.
Bell above the door jingles, an eerily familiar sound. The creepy cashier is sitting in front of the cigarettes, white beard smeared with mustard and a chunk of ham. He drops his food as soon as his eyes land on you.
"Well howdy, darl'! You haven't been around in a while!" The old man inside greets you happily, swiping a hand down is face to try and clean up. "Lookin' for somethin' specific?" You force a weary smile, trying to psyche yourself up to use his phone. But as you slowly step closer to the counter, you can't help but imagine topics that would keep him distracted. He's got a Razorbacks jersey on, bringing that up would surely get him talking. But if Addley kills him, you're still at the psycho-murderers whim.
"Hello..." You start cautiously, still stepping closer. His brows furrow. He can see right through you. Just tell him you need help.
"...Hi," Your trepidation mirrors for a second, but he shakes it off to try and sell you something. "You're gonna have to show me your I.D. if you want some cigarettes, dear." He chuckles, heaving to his feet out of the worn folding chair. Your hands land flat on the counter. Moment of truth. Ask to use his phone. Tell him there's a crazy murderer outside.
"...Did'ya see the game last night?" Your eyes flick down to his shirt. A grin spreads across the shopkeepers face. What are you doing?
"Course I did! Them boys haven't let us down yet, they ain't gonna start now!" You laugh along with him while sinking to rest your elbows on the counter, ignoring the way the old man raises to look at your behind. His energy shifts into something a little more... predatory. "Well, now, what's a cute young thing like you doin' out here all by yourself?" You force an amused huff. A comment like that would've had you storming out of the shop earlier today.
"Just exploring the countryside." You grin in a fake way, playing along like the people in his fantasies probably do. It's more than a bit degrading, but you're doing what Addley asked. This is as good a way as any to keep the man otherwise occupied.
Conversation stutters along as he tries to remember how to flirt. You welcome his attempts graciously, letting him run out the clock while you wait for Addley.
The door bell chimes soon after, you rest your elbows on the counter to lean closer and keep his attention. It works. His hand lands on your forearm while he makes an alarming amount of eye contact. Addley's boots thump around the commercial tiles as the paces around the short isles. It's a strangely comforting sound in the moment, just to know you're not alone with the most uncomfortable man you've ever met. Then again, Addley isn't a saint either. You're probably not making it to another sunrise.
You can hear your new companion pacing through the isles, catching a glimpse of him in the mirror hanging above the register. His gaze dances around, double checking for cameras as he slips a beef stick into his coat. When his eyes land on you, his lips instantly pull into a wolfish grin. You don't know why you're doing what he asked, maybe its the complying that will save you. Maybe its the exact thing that will get you put six feet under. Either way, the warmth building in your cheeks is a perfect addition to the little game you're playing. The cashier lifts a finger to stroke down your face, making some comment about how 'cute you look when you're embarrassed'. Eugh. The fluttering butterflies in your stomach turn to stinging wasps.
Addley rounds an isle, bumping into a rack of chips on his way back. He's standing behind you now, inching closer until you can feel the warmth he's putting off. The cashier finally lets go of your hands, standing back up to tell you he'll just be a moment with the other customer. He says it as though it'll break your heart. Very funny. You nod sweetly, then take a step to the side.
Addley wastes no time, filling the distance and pulling the cashier over the counter. His shotgun is out before you can even see where it was hiding.
"If you scream, you won't live to see who heard it, got me?" His threat rings clear, making the man nod as his bottom lip quivers.
"Please- don't- look, you can take whatever you want! Please- I have a family." Addley ignores the mans pleas, instead leaning closer to ask him a question.
"Where're the warheads."
"Th-th-third i-isle-" He cuts the man off with a swift thunk of the shotgun to his skull, then turns and looks at you expectantly. You look around, not trying to play dumb this time.
"I want some fuckin' warheads! Go get 'em!" The demand and subsequent waving of his gun have you scrambling to isle three.
The green and yellow bag sticks out, being the only thing in the row to be fully stocked. After pocketing one bag, you hear what sounds like someone slamming a bat on the counter. Over and over and over again. Addley is grunting, but the strange man can't be heard whimpering or begging anymore. When it stops, you turn back to the colorful assortment of candies. There's already theft happening, does it matter how many you take? No, you decide, then grab the carboard container and head back up front.
The already dirty counter now has splatters of cherry red blood, one such pool holding a rotted tooth. Addley stands from behind the counter, pocketing several packs of cigarettes before turning back to the blood stains and looking at the cabinet under the counter. He goes through it without care, throwing various random items on the floor before slowly raising a pair of silver handcuffs.
"Kinky ole' fucker" Addley slips the restraints into his pocket, eyes glued to you while he rounds the counter. He grabs your elbow tightly and pulls you towards the exit without pausing. You stumble after him, finding it a little easier to keep pace this time.
Addley shoves you into the passengers seat this time, throwing the now overflowing bag of money on your lap. He shuffles into the drivers seat, then zooms away from the scene of the crime.
"Count." He nods at the bag, keeping his eyes on the road.
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BACK FOR MORE ADDLEY I LOVE YOU
PLEASE write something about addley with a childhood friend (enby preferred but masc is okay too <3) that moved away for college/towards the end of high school and is now (5ish years later) moving back home. Like they used to be neighbors and best friends but didn't keep in touch and suddenly he wakes up one "morning" (noon or later) to see them moving their stuff back in ??
Feel free to remove/add any details I'm not good at this whole requesting business đŽâđ¨
YES I WILL, anything for Addley fans :]
So sorry this took me so long to get to, been having a bit of burnout <3 enjoy.
ADDLEY KOFFIN X NB!READER
âWelcome homeâ
Cw:possible slasher things, slight mommy issues, Addley is very very much over excited, FLUFFF
I figure since I found the other Addley Koffin fans Iâd post this :], enjoy my sketch
please all more about Addley you little freak I love you mwuah mwuah
MWAHAHAAA, will do!
Also cooking up a little fic with Addley for one of yaâs :]
Sorry for being a lil inactive, irl kicks my ass
CW: basic slasher and Addley Koffin stuff, mommy issues, bad family dynamics, you make a fish tank with him, I am very tired but I need to write for him sooo maybe OOC
Drabble kinda, fluff
I might be setting up a tent in your ask box bc i feel like you, an addley enjoyer, deserve to know more of my thoughts about him and tell me what you agree/disagree with and give me some of yours I BEEGGG đđđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸ @fkcnhatedisco
-left handed (just for funsies)
-likes metal music but ALSO punk/folk punk and some rap sprinkled in there. Can't forget the dad rock
-wanted to be a mechanic when he was a kid until they started listing how many parts he'd have to memorize đ
- has only ever broken ONE bone, it was his shoulder and he was pissed that it was his right bc he still had to go to school
- I think you were SO ON THE MONEY about him needing to have someone tell him what to do, especially the way he goes about it. But it would HAVE to be someone he trusts/looks up to/respects, otherwise, he'll just get upset
- whines. Nuff said
- um he's a dog !!! If you give him treats when he does something right he's more likely to do it again
-huuggeee cuddler
-Simpsons enjoyer and WILL argue with you if you try to tell him any other adult animated show is better (i like family guy and bobs burgers, we would fight about this constantly)
- tried to learn many things because he thought they were cool (guitar, skateboarding, drums, pottery for some reason ??) But gave up as soon as he stopped improving
- DID actually learn how to use his butterfly knife but he only knows three opens
- likes Edith piaf but ONLY bc she makes him think of his mom
- pothead đ
- doodler, mostly skulls/knives/worms/boobs/etc
- cannot handle spice, loves sour shit??? ( It's all mouth pain what's the difference)
- really hates seeing people cry bc it's fucking awkward. He would totally just walk away from someone outside of his family that he doesn't have feelings for
Last one: TATTOOS, but only like three and you can't see them when he's wearing clothes
Grabs you and traps you in my ask box. :3
Please, I LOVE headcanons sm, like, yes all of them, drop em. Iâm ready at allll times <3
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(I am working on that fic, but I am a wee slow at right those!)
WARNINGS: Addley Koffin.. mommy issues.. slasher basic criteria!
I love ALL OF THESEEE!! Now, let me expand on them like the evil gremlin I am.
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I am SCREAMING I CANT BELIEVE YOU WRITE ADDLEY A N D TAKE REQUESTS
Can you PLEASE write something about Addley?? Anything?? I can dm if you need ideas??
OF COURSE IM HONORED TO, I FUCKING LOVE ADDLEY.
Anyway, yes, heâs one of my favs, I constantly brain-rot about his crazy ass⌠feel free to request a fic :]
Also, next time, Iâd love if you dropped your ideas <3
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Drabble? Just some little Addley headcanons, not a full fic! And I write like a cartoon character inner monologue, just a heads up.
CW: Addley has a fucked up view of love/family dynamics, basic grungy awful slasher stuff, + fluff ?, nothing too bad
SOBBING SCREAMING MAKING OUT WITH YOU HARDCORE THANK YOU RAAAAHHHHHHHHH
(This is actually so good I feel like you stole it from my brain i love you i love you i love you)
Addley Koffin x Reader Chapter 1
18+ MDNI
(I've never written a multi-chapter fic before, bare with me)
TWs for this chapter: minor character death, gore, theft, Addley throwing the reader around like a rag doll
Summary: Addley needed some cash, you just wanted a drink. Still doesn't explain why he had to take you with him.
After a very long day of running errands, your only plans were to stop for a snack and a drink and finally go home. Put on some comfy clothes, watch a funny movie or something, and forget about the world until tomorrow. But unfortunately, your comfort just isn't in the cards.
You turn into the gas station with practiced ease, having stopped hereat least once a week since moving to the area. You end up in the spot next to a pastel pink VW bug, taking a moment to admire the cutesy bumper stickers on your way into the store.
The door bell jingles above you as you smile and wave at the person behind the counter. Itâs Nina today, a sweet younger attendant with a little pink pixie cut. She waves back as you make your way towards the drinks. Beside Nina stood a scruffy blonde man with his hand tight on her shoulder. Must've been her boyfriend?
The coolers are fully stocked with their colorful liquids and bottles, offering an interesting backdrop to your search for something specific. After finding what you were looking for, you head up to pay. Nina has tears in her eyes as she forces a customer-service grin. Maybe sheâs fighting with this boyfriend.Â
âWelcome back! Just this today?â Nina takes the drink from your hand and scans it in a swift motion. You hum a sound of thought as you browse the sweets in an attempt to appear casual. None of it looks particularly exciting, so you nod. She shakily punches through buttons, trying to breathe slowly. The man leans closer, watching each tap of her finger on the screen. You take the chance to get a look at him while heâs distracted.Â
The man has an outgrown patch of scruff on his chin, other, more slightly managed patches dot his cheeks. Sharp blue eyes turn on you, sending a startling amount of anger to stab at you. He looks mean. And pissed. His clothes are baggy and ripped, and the darkness around his lids only serves to make his icy irises stand out more. Heâd be kinda hot if it werenât for the sweat on his brow and mildewed stench wafting over the counter.
âItâs $2.27.â Nina enunciates as though sheâs already said it once, a quiver in her fearful tone.Â
âOh-right.â You shake your head and force an embarrassed smile, digging your wallet out of your pocket. Your gaze flicks back up to Nina. Her hands curl into tight fists on the counter as you both wait for the machine to finish itâs job. Pupils blown wide, grin wavering ever so slightly. She'sâŚscared. You flick through bills until finding two ones to give her. Register pops open, receipt printer spits something out, the sounds of which has Nina throwing her hand that way and ripping it quickly.Â
âHave a great day.â She forces her grin wider as she hands over the flimsy scrap of paper. You raise a brow as you take it, finally offering a questioning expression. A silent out. She says nothing. Her eyes point at the door. Get out. Ah, so it is private. Maybe theyâre about to break up. You gather your purchase and turn to leave, let the young lovers work it out themselves, until you realize something was missing from the end of that. Following through on the swivel, you turn back around and see the cash drawer still open.Â
âDid you want toâŚclose that?â You ask, nodding at the visible bills. Wait- you didn't even give her correct change... Realization hits you just as she turns to her boyfriend. He shakes his head. Nods at you while looking at her, silently telling her to make you leave. Nina raises her hand out of his view, pointing two fingers with her thumb out. Sheâs mouthing something, but you canât read her lips.Â
âGun- heâs got a gun!â She shouts.
 His shotgun comes up before you can even register what she said. Red explodes out of where her eye was, splattering on the rack of candies by the register. He turns the barrel on you, yelling from behind the counter. His mouth is moving, but you canât hear anything over the ringing in your ears. Itâs not until he gestures towards himself that you understand he wants you to come closer. Or else heâll shoot you. You try to move, but realize you had crouched down when the bang sounded. So you crawl. Until your hands hit the sticky puddle on the floor. Laying in a pile of chunks at the center of the is half of Ninaâs head, loosely attached to the rest of her limp body.Â
The man grabs a handful of your shirt and yanks you to your feet, but you get tripped up by the corpse and end up falling into his chest. He grabs the back of your neck and slams your head on the counter, pushing a cold metal barrel into your cheek.Â
âListen to me- fuckinâ closely, âcause I ainât repeatinâ myself.â He lays over your back to speak into your ear at full volume. âYouâre gonna take this bag and fill it with the money from the register. Okay? Huh? Repeat it.â His voice peaks in your ear, giving you another reason to try and scoot away from him.Â
âGonna take the- I-I canât steal I-â He shoves the barrel hard against your jaw, making your teeth ache.Â
âYouâre gonna take the fucking money and get in the fucking car! Repeat it!â The yelling sends you over the edge, pulling you out of your dissociative state. Comply. Thatâs the only option here.Â
âIâll take the money and get in the car.â Your voice cracks and shakes as you parrot his words back to him.
âAnd youâre not gonna scream.â He spits his words through a set jaw, tightening his grip on the back of your neck as an indication to repeat again.
âI wonât scream.âÂ
âGood. Get to it.â The man pulls you up by your collar again, throwing you at the open register. The force of your body slamming into the cash drawer sends it back into the machine, locking it all away. âOh you fuckin-â The man growls, eyes childishly rolling up to the ceiling. âOpen it.â A fresh wave of panic ripples through you. How the fuck are you supposed to open this?Â
âI-I-I donât- I-â
âGoddammit- Move.â Youâre shoved into a wall of cigarettes, making a mess of the boxes on the floor. Sure, heâs robbing the place, but does he have to be so destructive? He runs through the steps Nina had shown him. Whatâs left of said attendant stays bleeding on the floor, slowly chilling as the last of her life pools beneath her.Â
The drawer pops open again, field of green presenting itself. His gun follows suit, slotting itself under your jaw. He shoves you into place while handing you a ratty old shopping bag. You do as you were told and fill it with bills, not bothering to count the paper as you stuff it into the sack. Just as youâre about to dig a hand into the change compartments, the man grabs you and starts pushing again. You both trip over Nina, but with the bag tightly secured in your hands, none of the money falls out. The mans wallet suffers a worse fate, though, popping open in Ninaâs gore.Â
Addley Koffin. 5â10. Blue eyes. 23 years old. Ugly fucking picture. He looks like his mom just caught him in the cookie jar.Â
So much information in a split-second accident. Addley swears to himself, keeping a tight grip on your elbow while raising his wallet from the floor. He makes a noise of disgust as the blood creates strings while he collects his belongings. He pauses half bent down, then digs through Ninaâs pockets. Her lifeless body teeters back and forth as his fingers deftly slip in and grab whatever he deems needed. Heâs done this before, no doubt.Â
âWipe this off.â He tosses his wallet your way, making a crimson splat on your shirt to match the mess on your hands and knees. Stuck in survival mode, you do whatever he says. Addley pulls you along without care, through the door and out to the parking lot. You stumble behind him with full hands, covered in blood.Â
He takes you around the building and unlocks his car-
Definitely not his car. Thereâs at least seven keys on the ring, interspersed with a giant pink puff ball and a few smaller keychains. He sighs at the pink VW bug in front of you, grip on your elbow loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening and pulling you along once again. Poor Nina, she probably loved this car. He opens the passenger side door and shoves you through to the driver's seat before dropping the keys in the cupholder.Â
It takes a moment of shifting before you can sit comfortably after being forced in from the wrong side, but eventually you settle into the seat. A bit of blood from your clothes smears onto Ninaâs fluffy pink wheel cover. Everything starts to sink in, confined walls of the car leaving little space to think of anything else. Youâve gotten a drink from Nina at least once a week for the past year. Then you watched him shoot her. And now youâre in her car with him? Heâs saying something, but youâre too lost in your own thoughts to hear it until his gun is in your face again.
â-en to me, if you donât start this fucking car I swear to God-â You donât need much after that to jam Ninaâs keys into the ignition and bring her vehicle to life. âFuckinâ finally.â Addley sighs, untangling his bag from your sore fingers and setting it in his lap. His voice is already raw from screaming, heâs become drenched in sweat from the interaction. Bloodshot eyes, quivering lip, wet brow. He might even be scaredâŚÂ
It humanizes him, unfortunately. This is someone's baby. And he just killed somebody. Nina was someone's baby too.
Blue eyes look at you expectantly, a tinge of pity in them. He shakes his head, resting the gun to his forehead.Â
âDrive. The car.â He mumbles without looking at you. His tone is still firm, but the scratching from his overused vocal chords gives you a jolt of pity as well. Until he sees your bloodshot eyes and hands shaking on the wheel. Until he sees you not doing what he asked for so kindly. Addley looks you straight in the eyes and pulls the hammer back. Itâs enough to have you pulling out towards the gas pumps.Â
âWhere am I-â
âLeft.â Towards the freeway. He could make you go anywhere. Make you do anything.Â
He shouldâve just killed you.
so like, um. Fuck. I need this to become a twelve part series immediately. Adventures of Stink and the Hostage
Writing chapter two JUST for my lovely wife
tbh Iâm pretty sure creaming onto Addleyâs fingers could heal me internally like actually
he's got that magic touch
Abeg my bredda, that Addley boy thing was very good. More please
Say my name and i appear đť(act like i didn't become inactive for months please!!)
CW!! Smut, Addley taking out his anger issues on you. Proceed with caution, loves!
Imagine Addley using you as stress relief... But not in a harmful way, no. Mainly him sneaking in your room and fucking you senseless till hes satisfied. For a man with anger issues, thats better than him punching holes in his walls.
Hes annoyed at his mom for disagreeing with him? You'd end up on your knees as he sat at the edge of your bed, hand tangled in your hair as he guides and thrusts his hips up into your face. Your chin dripping with drool as tears pricked your eyes, looking up at him as he stares down in satisfaction at the sight of you taking his cock in so well... Like you loved him fucking your face.
Hes angry at his brothers? That warranted a visit from him. And soon enough youre face down ass up with him thrusting into you. Pistoning in a hard, almost erratic way as he lets out grunts and tells you to stay quiet. Every moan was rewarded with a slap on the ass, every whimper a cause of him pulling your hair back and biting your neck, nipping and marking you up to show that you were his. Because in fact, you are. And in the morning, youll feel it ; may it be the soreness of your body, or the way you wouldn't be able to sit down without a pillow under your ass.
Addley Koffin x Reader Chapter 1
18+ MDNI
(I've never written a multi-chapter fic before, bare with me)
TWs for this chapter: minor character death, gore, theft, Addley throwing the reader around like a rag doll
Summary: Addley needed some cash, you just wanted a drink. Still doesn't explain why he had to take you with him.
After a very long day of running errands, your only plans were to stop for a snack and a drink and finally go home. Put on some comfy clothes, watch a funny movie or something, and forget about the world until tomorrow. But unfortunately, your comfort just isn't in the cards.
You turn into the gas station with practiced ease, having stopped hereat least once a week since moving to the area. You end up in the spot next to a pastel pink VW bug, taking a moment to admire the cutesy bumper stickers on your way into the store.
The door bell jingles above you as you smile and wave at the person behind the counter. Itâs Nina today, a sweet younger attendant with a little pink pixie cut. She waves back as you make your way towards the drinks. Beside Nina stood a scruffy blonde man with his hand tight on her shoulder. Must've been her boyfriend?
The coolers are fully stocked with their colorful liquids and bottles, offering an interesting backdrop to your search for something specific. After finding what you were looking for, you head up to pay. Nina has tears in her eyes as she forces a customer-service grin. Maybe sheâs fighting with this boyfriend.Â
âWelcome back! Just this today?â Nina takes the drink from your hand and scans it in a swift motion. You hum a sound of thought as you browse the sweets in an attempt to appear casual. None of it looks particularly exciting, so you nod. She shakily punches through buttons, trying to breathe slowly. The man leans closer, watching each tap of her finger on the screen. You take the chance to get a look at him while heâs distracted.Â
The man has an outgrown patch of scruff on his chin, other, more slightly managed patches dot his cheeks. Sharp blue eyes turn on you, sending a startling amount of anger to stab at you. He looks mean. And pissed. His clothes are baggy and ripped, and the darkness around his lids only serves to make his icy irises stand out more. Heâd be kinda hot if it werenât for the sweat on his brow and mildewed stench wafting over the counter.
âItâs $2.27.â Nina enunciates as though sheâs already said it once, a quiver in her fearful tone.Â
âOh-right.â You shake your head and force an embarrassed smile, digging your wallet out of your pocket. Your gaze flicks back up to Nina. Her hands curl into tight fists on the counter as you both wait for the machine to finish itâs job. Pupils blown wide, grin wavering ever so slightly. She'sâŚscared. You flick through bills until finding two ones to give her. Register pops open, receipt printer spits something out, the sounds of which has Nina throwing her hand that way and ripping it quickly.Â
âHave a great day.â She forces her grin wider as she hands over the flimsy scrap of paper. You raise a brow as you take it, finally offering a questioning expression. A silent out. She says nothing. Her eyes point at the door. Get out. Ah, so it is private. Maybe theyâre about to break up. You gather your purchase and turn to leave, let the young lovers work it out themselves, until you realize something was missing from the end of that. Following through on the swivel, you turn back around and see the cash drawer still open.Â
âDid you want toâŚclose that?â You ask, nodding at the visible bills. Wait- you didn't even give her correct change... Realization hits you just as she turns to her boyfriend. He shakes his head. Nods at you while looking at her, silently telling her to make you leave. Nina raises her hand out of his view, pointing two fingers with her thumb out. Sheâs mouthing something, but you canât read her lips.Â
âGun- heâs got a gun!â She shouts.
 His shotgun comes up before you can even register what she said. Red explodes out of where her eye was, splattering on the rack of candies by the register. He turns the barrel on you, yelling from behind the counter. His mouth is moving, but you canât hear anything over the ringing in your ears. Itâs not until he gestures towards himself that you understand he wants you to come closer. Or else heâll shoot you. You try to move, but realize you had crouched down when the bang sounded. So you crawl. Until your hands hit the sticky puddle on the floor. Laying in a pile of chunks at the center of the is half of Ninaâs head, loosely attached to the rest of her limp body.Â
The man grabs a handful of your shirt and yanks you to your feet, but you get tripped up by the corpse and end up falling into his chest. He grabs the back of your neck and slams your head on the counter, pushing a cold metal barrel into your cheek.Â
âListen to me- fuckinâ closely, âcause I ainât repeatinâ myself.â He lays over your back to speak into your ear at full volume. âYouâre gonna take this bag and fill it with the money from the register. Okay? Huh? Repeat it.â His voice peaks in your ear, giving you another reason to try and scoot away from him.Â
âGonna take the- I-I canât steal I-â He shoves the barrel hard against your jaw, making your teeth ache.Â
âYouâre gonna take the fucking money and get in the fucking car! Repeat it!â The yelling sends you over the edge, pulling you out of your dissociative state. Comply. Thatâs the only option here.Â
âIâll take the money and get in the car.â Your voice cracks and shakes as you parrot his words back to him.
âAnd youâre not gonna scream.â He spits his words through a set jaw, tightening his grip on the back of your neck as an indication to repeat again.
âI wonât scream.âÂ
âGood. Get to it.â The man pulls you up by your collar again, throwing you at the open register. The force of your body slamming into the cash drawer sends it back into the machine, locking it all away. âOh you fuckin-â The man growls, eyes childishly rolling up to the ceiling. âOpen it.â A fresh wave of panic ripples through you. How the fuck are you supposed to open this?Â
âI-I-I donât- I-â
âGoddammit- Move.â Youâre shoved into a wall of cigarettes, making a mess of the boxes on the floor. Sure, heâs robbing the place, but does he have to be so destructive? He runs through the steps Nina had shown him. Whatâs left of said attendant stays bleeding on the floor, slowly chilling as the last of her life pools beneath her.Â
The drawer pops open again, field of green presenting itself. His gun follows suit, slotting itself under your jaw. He shoves you into place while handing you a ratty old shopping bag. You do as you were told and fill it with bills, not bothering to count the paper as you stuff it into the sack. Just as youâre about to dig a hand into the change compartments, the man grabs you and starts pushing again. You both trip over Nina, but with the bag tightly secured in your hands, none of the money falls out. The mans wallet suffers a worse fate, though, popping open in Ninaâs gore.Â
Addley Koffin. 5â10. Blue eyes. 23 years old. Ugly fucking picture. He looks like his mom just caught him in the cookie jar.Â
So much information in a split-second accident. Addley swears to himself, keeping a tight grip on your elbow while raising his wallet from the floor. He makes a noise of disgust as the blood creates strings while he collects his belongings. He pauses half bent down, then digs through Ninaâs pockets. Her lifeless body teeters back and forth as his fingers deftly slip in and grab whatever he deems needed. Heâs done this before, no doubt.Â
âWipe this off.â He tosses his wallet your way, making a crimson splat on your shirt to match the mess on your hands and knees. Stuck in survival mode, you do whatever he says. Addley pulls you along without care, through the door and out to the parking lot. You stumble behind him with full hands, covered in blood.Â
He takes you around the building and unlocks his car-
Definitely not his car. Thereâs at least seven keys on the ring, interspersed with a giant pink puff ball and a few smaller keychains. He sighs at the pink VW bug in front of you, grip on your elbow loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening and pulling you along once again. Poor Nina, she probably loved this car. He opens the passenger side door and shoves you through to the driver's seat before dropping the keys in the cupholder.Â
It takes a moment of shifting before you can sit comfortably after being forced in from the wrong side, but eventually you settle into the seat. A bit of blood from your clothes smears onto Ninaâs fluffy pink wheel cover. Everything starts to sink in, confined walls of the car leaving little space to think of anything else. Youâve gotten a drink from Nina at least once a week for the past year. Then you watched him shoot her. And now youâre in her car with him? Heâs saying something, but youâre too lost in your own thoughts to hear it until his gun is in your face again.
â-en to me, if you donât start this fucking car I swear to God-â You donât need much after that to jam Ninaâs keys into the ignition and bring her vehicle to life. âFuckinâ finally.â Addley sighs, untangling his bag from your sore fingers and setting it in his lap. His voice is already raw from screaming, heâs become drenched in sweat from the interaction. Bloodshot eyes, quivering lip, wet brow. He might even be scaredâŚÂ
It humanizes him, unfortunately. This is someone's baby. And he just killed somebody. Nina was someone's baby too.
Blue eyes look at you expectantly, a tinge of pity in them. He shakes his head, resting the gun to his forehead.Â
âDrive. The car.â He mumbles without looking at you. His tone is still firm, but the scratching from his overused vocal chords gives you a jolt of pity as well. Until he sees your bloodshot eyes and hands shaking on the wheel. Until he sees you not doing what he asked for so kindly. Addley looks you straight in the eyes and pulls the hammer back. Itâs enough to have you pulling out towards the gas pumps.Â
âWhere am I-â
âLeft.â Towards the freeway. He could make you go anywhere. Make you do anything.Â
He shouldâve just killed you.
Couldn't decide between drawing myself beating up Addley or drawing myself joining in on villainy. So I'm doing both. This is the joining one lmao.
(he's leaning back so this obviously isn't the first time)
Their asses are NOT all there mentally, lol.
Peep my tattoo that I got for my parents that says âLove from Mak + Dadâ đ¤
My real life earrings btw (kinda yassified them when trying to draw from memory lmao)
TRULY THE COUPLE OF ALL TIME
Delinquent Love.
Addley Koffin x Reader
So like uh idk how to do this, this is my first time, and tbh I was just obsessed with this manâs freak, he matched me fr.
Tags: Freaky business, female reader??? (Can you tell I have no idea what the format is?), uhhh consensual sex, to condom or not to condom, 69, sleepy sex, bleh ig pussy-eating, Munch Addley, uh mutual head, squirting, uh he stinky (just a lil bit), uh I see him as like 23 tbh, calls reader âBabycakesâ as a tease (also fucking let me live, he would sound amazing saying that???)
ADDLEY KOFFIN ON THE DASH ???????
I want to be your friend so bad and maybe one day my mind could trade for my soul and we meet and have hot lesbian make out by lake in the hot summer as the sweat cools on us
MY TONGUE. YOUR THROAT. NOW đŤ
Marry me, my new best friend and greatest love đ đ§
Delinquent Love.
Addley Koffin x Reader
So like uh idk how to do this, this is my first time, and tbh I was just obsessed with this manâs freak, he matched me fr.
Tags: Freaky business, female reader??? (Can you tell I have no idea what the format is?), uhhh consensual sex, to condom or not to condom, 69, sleepy sex, bleh ig pussy-eating, Munch Addley, uh mutual head, squirting, uh he stinky (just a lil bit), uh I see him as like 23 tbh, calls reader âBabycakesâ as a tease (also fucking let me live, he would sound amazing saying that???)
ADDLEY KOFFIN ON THE DASH ???????
Addley Koffin scenepack <3
what do you mean hes fictional. i need him
âDonât Dr. Phil me. I ainât here for you to understand.â
-Addley Koffin
Motherâs Day (2010) dir. Darren Lynn Bousman