You let Obsessed Randall in your house when he (purposely) stayed outside until dark.
/s2 inspired Randall/ /x female reader/ /triggers: stalking, swearing, physical aggression, nsfw/
You had been intrigued by Randall since the evening that bus arrived, but everybody was ordered to stay away after he abducted Donna from Colony House. Now he wasn’t just alone at night, but 24/7.
His viewing options from the bus were: an empty diner, collapsed house, Boyd, or you.
Hey, it’s your fault for always being last to cover your windows.
It stemmed from boredom. Watching you just to distract himself from falling for the monsters taunting, but all it took was one time waving goodnight to him as you closed your curtains before bed. From there he had to make sure he saw you get home before sundown.
Felt it was his responsibility to track your shadows movements to each room until the lights went off in (what he presumes is) your bedroom.
Going to a back corner seat of the bus to open his bulging jeans and take care of his hard without creatures staring. Wondering if you ever looked back at him.
You would pretend not to see him on-top of that bus every sunrise, staring at your front door until you surfaced, and it was just a coincidence when you went to the church alone he always had to enter.
He would just lean against a wall. Not like he was praying or anything. (He looked bored honestly.) Sometimes he would nod to you as you walked out, but that was it.
This time you tried to be polite and let him have the room. Maybe he was always just waiting for some privacy?
Randall was slumped an inch away from the door, hands on his belt.
You faintly smile, trying to make it less awkward having to go past him.
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“You been closing your curtains earlier lately.”
He said as you were moving your arm for the door pull.
“Oh.. yes.” A polite answer, but not inviting conversation.
“How come?”
“Um, the town has just felt ‘different’ lately.”
“Look, you got nothin’ to worry about. I tried a couple of your windows, nothing opened.”
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“..Thankyou.”
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You excuse yourself, trying to maintain the courtesy smile so much that you look like one of the night beings.
Randall thought it was pretty disturbing how you reacted. He didnt assume it was because of him, instead assuming you were scared all the time in this nightmare town.
A helpless young girl. Poor Little y/n.
Strangely…or maybe luckily, you hadn’t caught sight of him the rest of the day (and you were checking over your shoulder a lot.)
You didn’t even see him get back on the bus as Sheriff Stevens rang for curfew.
Randall hadn’t bothered you enough to trouble Boyd with it. Though, needless to say you covered your windows more paranoid than usual.
Like always, once it was dark going upstairs to decompress.
*Dum Dum Dum*
Your front door had frantic beating, a deep muffled yelling on the other side.
“Hey, y/n!” “Come the fuck on!”
It was a panic only heard from humans. You run down and press your head onto the glass window.
“y/n! I’ll break this fucking door, y/n!”
Randall repeatedly struck the door, through its shaking you could see blurs of emerging figures start creeping around your house.
Was there a choice? If you leave him to die you could be in the box tomorrow night.
You unclick the lock and Randalls hand already wrenching the door knob makes it swing open and knock you. Randall slams his back against the door, winded and heaving his chest.
“Fuck. Did I scare you?.. I’m sorry I scared you.”
He looks around you concerned, like he’s checking for an injury, his eyes are agitated and he keeps trying to turn his head to be in your direct line of sight. Randall grabs one of your hands.
Less like holding hands, more like clamping it.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
“..Excuse me?..”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t’ve been that late.”
Said as if you hadn’t heard him the first time with those things heckling outside.
You look like a deer in headlights, questioning how hard you got bumped.
Muted, you try to step aside, but Randall stiffens and his posture grows broader.
“Hey!” He doesn’t let you get farther.
Quickly sliding up off your hand and snatching your wrist instead.
Dropping his other hand onto the door knob, the still unlocked door knob.
“We’re gonna try this the fuck again.”
Next thing you were in your bed, faced up underneath Randall’s neck, trying to remember how you got there…
From: staring at his arm veins as your wrist was being dented, agreeing not to cry if he came away from the door, Randall bending down, wrapping his arm around your legs and carrying you up the steps, somehow already knowing which room.
To: his propped arms denting your mattress, a few tears drying up from when he pushed in, legs bent back against the sides of him, somehow already damp between.
Randall sighing out low moans as his strokes roll through you repeatedly and slowly, trying to draw the night out. You might flee at sunrise after all.
“Hmhh.. you wanna pretend we can’t hear your pussy flowing?” The little lappings of wet sap covering your silence. Randall smacks in deeper, making your eyes jolt and legs tighten on him.
“Ahghh”
He leans up, looking surprised that you gave him a reaction.
“You like that, huh? Should’ve figured.”
He gets firmer with his pace. The stronger pounds causing more wet to be released and seep between you both.
The bed begins creaking giving you confidence to shyly let out your own noises. You arch your ribs up, closing your eyes when an orgasm starts to feel close.
You draw your hand to your clitoris trying to give yourself some control over it.
Randall slings your hand away, pinning it beside you. You jerked to look at him, but Randall is staring down, obsessed by your vagina hugging him everytime it penetrates.
“Don’t touch my shit! vmhh, I wanna see it.”
Your legs are the only thing he’s not holding in place, no point with them shaking. Finally he does a slow draw out caused by you squirting all over his pelvis.
“Holy shit, baby. You see how much that bitch likes it?”
He keeps sinking back in every few seconds to see it splash again and again.
You murmur and grind each time, eyes low and sparkling.
“You done?” He smirks.
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You nodded, thinking it was a sincere question.
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“Mhmm, What about me?”
Randall grabs your hip bones, flipping you onto your stomach, pulling your lower half up to his. Sliding his hand up your skins a few times before lining his warm tip poking into your vagina.
You get bumped forward by his dick, overwhelmed you lean too far and he drives an arm on your back to push you into the mattress.
“Don’t fuckin’ move away from me!”
“Get the fuck back here.”
He grabs a fistful of hair and pulls you up against his chest.
Kissing your jaw with each push up of his dick, giving you a lecture with each pull back.
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“you don’t get away from me..”
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“you understand me?”
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“I’m showing a lot of restraint here, y/n.”
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“Yes.”
