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@mentallyunstablewitch
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brian moser x psychiatrist fem!reader
tags 🔪⋆.*:・ֶָ֢ explicit sexual content, 18+, kidnapping, acrotomophilia, sexually charged dismemberment (you survive but he takes a piece of you), horrorporn, medical kink, possessive behavior, body worship
You're a psychiatrist who works at the same hospital as Dr. "Rudy Cooper". And though Brian doesn't really like you, he is oddly obsessed with you. Maybe because you know he's somehow a fake, though you just can't say how, and don't fully realize how deadly a fraud he really is until it's too late. Not even after a masked man kidnaps you, and only lets you free after taking one of your legs.
Suddenly that odd, handsome prosthetist you work with is all kinds of helpful in crafting and personally fitting you with a new one. And somehow, even though he's helping you, it feels like he's fucking with you. Getting inside your head.
note: i gave you a surname because i hate 'yn ln' so you are officially known as Dr. Rose
chapter 1: no more coffee
No one else seems to see it but you. But there’s something so haunted about the new, handsome prosthetist you work with at Mercy Hospital; Rudy Cooper.
“Please,” he’d said when you first met him, dark eyes shining bright, “Call me Rudy.”
You must be the only person in the world who doesn’t trust him.
Thinking ab this
I picked up my bingewatch of Dexter again for a nice distraction, but I cannot get over this mans helpp
doll parts by hole and brian moser. do you get my vision tumblr
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sugar on ice
𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈
the fear in brian’s victims bodies before he sliced them up suggested a strange phenomenon; experiencing hell while inside of a freezer.
for you, the ice truck killer’s girlfriend, having a fever is basically experiencing hell, inside of your body.
you were laying on your kitchen floor, naked, the fridge and freezer both open and the fan on you to try to relieve the burning. you were shivering but miserably hot, how, just howww!
you looked absolutely beautiful like this, but not to you. the truth is you really needed somebody to take care of you right now. of course you wanted rudy to come by but you were trying to be strong and brave, not wanting to be seen like this.
but you needed him more then your pride at this point.
“rudyyy baby i need you”
those words were just the bestest thing brian has heard all day! it was 1 am so there wasn’t much to compare it to, so throw in yesterday too.
“you at home babydoll?”
“yesssuhh”
“i’ll be there in 20”
you smile for the first time all day when he hangs up, again including yesterday. you squirm around on the floor, trying to get comfortable. it seems when you finally do your phone buzzes, rudy letting you know he’s in the neighborhood.
you pop up, basically drag yourself to unlock the front door before laying right back where you were. you were burning up inside but passed a mirror on your way, you looked hot in both ways so it’s whatever.
“sweetie where are you- oh baby” brian chuckles as he walks in on you, naked and shivering but the sweat making your pretty body glisten.
“m’not feeling good…” you whine, propping yourself up with your arms back as you pout up at him.
“i see”
he crouches down, his gaze remaining on your eyes despite the sight of your bare body just, right there, glistening and vulnerable. you bite your lip a little, your gaze shifting in embarrassment at his clinical eyes.
his hand goes to your forehead, and it reminded you that he’s a doctor too and he really won’t judge you. not that he ever would.
“can you help me?”
“mhm..” he looks at you for a few more moments, his eyes still in examination mode, before swiftly scooping you up in his arms. you whine a bit, the pressure in your head bubbling up at the motion.
“shh you’re fine, where am i taking you”
“i dunno.. everywhere is so hot. i wanna like, go inside a freezer”
he cocks an eyebrow- he shouldn’t. he really shouldn’t.
“i kinda have a room like that…”
fuck, it was for you, he had to.
your eyes widen, immediately feining for the possibilities.
“oh em gee really? like a fridge room?”
he sighs and sets you down on the couch, sitting across from you. the way his eyes looked everywhere besides you, he looked almost.. uncomfortable, even though you were the naked one.
“yeah…” he answers after a few moments, his eyes finally meeting yours. your excitement gets killed a little by his sudden weirdness. he catches on and sighs again, closing his eyes as he grabs you again.
“we can go there sweetie just… lemme clean up first”
“yay!”
you throw on your silk robe sense your just heading to his place, and you’re out the door.
the car ride is weird, to say the least. you’re on his lap so you can feel him tapping his left leg like he’s nervous or something- rudy doesn’t get “nervous”.
by the time you’re in his apartment, he immediately runs you into his room in his arms and places you on the bed before you can even look around- you’ve never even been here before so damn!
“rudy are you-“
“i’m fine, you just threw me off, i thought we were at your place. i wasn’t expecting guests and i have shit to do real quick, okay? stay in here… babydoll” he closes the door, leaving you alone in his bed.
he doesn’t have time to regret snapping at you, there’s about 5 gallons of blood and some pretty damn suspicious machinery in the next room. fuck, this was a bad idea.
you’re obedient, kicking your feet against his bed as you wait for him. you’re hurt by his tone, alright, but you’re kinda scared to go out and confront him. plus, it’s rudy! there’s def a reason for his attitude, a valid one that he would eventually let you in on. but..
you’ve never seen him like this before, not to you anyways. something told you to stay in that damn room until told otherwise!
meanwhile, poor biney is absolutely tweaked, mumbling to himself as he puts the blood in the back of his own freezer.
“no room for the ice cream anymore… i’ll put it in there, she’ll think it’s for her”
“can just say the machines are for doctor stuff.. she won’t know”
“hope she’s not crying right now”
“fuck, i’ll just tell her im a neat freak, yeah alright”
he sets things up to the best of his ability, literally shaking out his nerves as he stands in front of his closed bedroom door, sweet innocent little you on the other side.
this was all for you, y’know.
you smile up at your rudy when he opens the door, but stifle it with a lip bite, wondering if he’s still mad.
he crouches down on his knees, his hands on your thighs as he looks up at you. “i’m.. your room is ready, i’m sorry i wanted to make it perfect for you..”
“-“
“…i’m a bit of a neat freak, you know how it goes, wasn’t thinking you’d come…”
“-“
“..but it’s ready now, so…”
everytime you opened your mouth to answer he cut you off, you let out an exasperated giggle- rudy was so unintentionally funny!
“okay, i’m sorry for stressing you out so much i feel bad!”
he’s silent for a moment again, looking up at you before letting out a huge groan and burying his face in your thighs.
“stop saying sorry for shit i’m feeling, alright?”
you open your mouth to speak, to figure out a way to answer, but nothing really comes out. he suddenly picks you up again, this time having you face him with your legs around his waist like a baby.
“goin’ to the cold room baby, brace yourself”
“kk!”
he physically winced, putting your head on his shoulder so you don’t see. there’s a certain ritual of his that involves bringing girls into the “cold room”, and you were never to be seen near that damn ritual.
he knew he had been a little mean, he hated it. being that way towards you, that’s why he never ever was. unless you asked for it under the sheets but even then he’d always let you know he’d never say mean things to you forreal. he still hasn’t. he had no trouble keeping it that way, as long as you don’t find out. but even then…
“does it feel nice in here, baby? you colder?” he kisses your shoulder, sliding against the freezer wall and sitting down with you in his lap, facing him. coincidentally, your back towards the “doctor machine stuff”.
this was a huge gamble. he knew the moment he said it, in fact before he said it that it was a horrible idea. he knew nothing would happen to you, but it’s about what it represented. God forbid, though, you see something you’re not supposed to and then you-
The way that wasn’t an option was what drove him to grab your face and smile like nothing was wrong, kissing your frost bitten nose.
“mhm! still kinda hot…” you shake off your robe. another naked girl in his freezer, but this one was in his arms by choice. things were different!
rudy cocks an eyebrow, eyeing you “you aren’t cold?”
“m’burning uppp inside” you whine, pouting at him. he grabs your face again, “still?”
you look to the side and think for a moment. you were freezing, of course, you were shivering in front of your open fridge. but inside an actual freezer.. was just cold enough to make it feel better.
“no, actually. thank you rudy!!”
he smiles, the first real smile sense your phone call, and you could tell because of the way he looked at you.
he hugs you, his breath clouding the cold cold air as he caresses your hair and back.
“anything for you sweetie.. you know i wasn’t mad at you earlier right?”
you yawn a little, finally feeling comfortable and safe in his arms “yeah.. but, like, why were you so.. i dunno, you seemed like something was upsetting you. it made me sad!”
he swallowed “i don’t want you sad, baby..” he’s silent for a few moments, perfecting his response.
“i don’t want ya thinkin’ im upset with you either.” he buries his face in the crook of your head, totally getting lost in the scent of your hair. God, he couldn’t even decipher what exactly he felt for you but it was so much stronger then the word “love”. he just… deep down really did want you to see something. something small he’d leave out on purpose, something weird, something from the inside of his soul to give it away.. something told him you’d be more loyal to him than miami metro anyways. you would accept it, see the romance in it, the way you’re the perfect girl who would never see a blade in her life unless she asked for it.
you were his sweetheart and he couldn’t fully be himself with you. you unlocked parts of him he didn’t know existed but the main part of him, besides you, he… he felt like he was trapped.
he’d accept anything from your heart, anything. you told him the same, your eyes wide and true, but you couldn’t fathom what that would come with. could you?
“hey, baby…?”
you don’t answer,
he feels you fall asleep against him, he covers you with your robe once again as he holds you. kissing your forehead, staring at the steel table behind you, wondering if you could ever understand the hell that happens inside this freezer.
omg i accidentally posted as a private post and couldn’t undo it so i had to copy and paste every paragraph in my notes and then put it all here ahhhh
wtf!
𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓇.. 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓅?
now what the hell was this.
you were on vice with deb when it happened, when you saw for yourself the first time what this ice truck killer is really about. his work, the body parts, the lack of blood… um yuck wtf!
it was sad, so so sad, just an innocent little girl who grew up the wrong way and it resulted in her losing her life. but you had a pretty good grasp on death, knowing she’ll move onto another part of the universe. you were contemplating this from the sidelines before deb comes up to you, pulling you from your head.
“pretty crazy shit, huh” she hands you a water bottle. you nod, before turning to her with a slightly confused expression and a little lip bite.
“why do you think he drains out the blood? leaving the girls with bows… i mean, there’s gotta be a deeper meaning in this. it’s gotta make sense to someone”
dexter, who stood besides you guys taking pictures looked at you from the corner of his eye, before quickly looking back at the scene in front of you. normal dexter weird stuff, you wonder what that could mean as well! good little miami vice detective, you are.
“i know.. maybe you should talk to your boyfriend” deb says the last part a little quieter- you could tell she was still a little jealous but honestly.. you would be too.
“mm you’re right.. he might know the symbolism in, um, body parts” you nod. brian was so wise with his work, a true artist- he could probably get in this guys head.
brian picks you up from your house later that evening, taking you to one of your little spots downtown nobody else knows about. maybe the lifeguard tower this time.. you wonder as gently sway to the music, before remembering- ask brian!
“soo i was talking to deb-“
“ugh” he rolls his eyes, and you bite back a smile. you loved her but his reaction to her was so funny!
“k but listennn, y’know the ice truck killer?”
brian looks at you from the corner of his eye, almost the same way dexter did earlier, before glancing back at the road. “i’m aware”
“i was thinkin’.. wondering what it could mean. the no blood and stuff, i dunno about that but i was thinking if you could, see any like, symbolism in the body parts?”
you’re at a red light and he gives a sigh at your words, turning to you with a slightly raised brow. “what do you think it means?”
you blink, “no clue, that’s why i’m asking you”
“wrong,” he shifts gears as the light turns “you want me to confirm something. tell me”
he was so interested in your opinion, your thoughts on this. he was careful, masking his intrigue with a sense of helpfulness.
“well.. maybe something happened to this guy as a kid..” you start, looking up at him almost for validation to keep going. he nods, so you do
“maybe he lost a limb as a kid… or, he saw a body get cut up just like that. maybe that’s the thing with the blood too, it all, fell out..” you scrunch your face a little, not loving blood besides working for homicide.
he hums after a moment, as you arrive at a little dock nobody else knows about besides you two. “my patients can be… spiteful, yes.” he looks at you as pauses, tilting his head and had a small smile.
“but i think your second option is right on the money”
you shift in your seat, not quite wanting to get out yet. “everything stems from when you were a baby, he’s symbolizing whatever happened”
“mhm” brian says, very gently and almost inaudible. he was looking at you like he knew something you didn’t, like you were on the verge of figuring it all out!
you let out a small exasperated giggle, looking down at your lap “you should’ve been a detective too, y’know”
brian shrugs- God, it was kinda weird not to call him rudy no more. “i like what i do much better”
you nod a little, sighing before unbuckling your seatbelt. you were sooo curious, just wanting to understand the real story. that was why you got into this- curiosity.
“i know you’re curious, babe” now it was your turn to look at him from the side- how did he know what you were thinking!
he pulls you in his lap, wrapping his arms gently around your shoulders from behind. you knew he really liked this position, and it made you feel safe too. but, this case.. there was just something you were missing, you could tell you were so close…
and it seemed brian supported this idea too-
“i have a feeling you’ll find out soon enough”
doll fixer
𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝓈 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈!
now if there was any proof of brian’s heart, it was the look in his eyes when you cried to him about your hurt little finger.
the two of you were just in the park, walking and talking. a moment stolen between a long day of work for him and a day full of creativity, yearning, dreaming, thinking and running for you- just another day off.
he loves the way you look as you played in the grass, running all around in your little white dress looking like an angel or even a lisbon sister. he was collecting little flowers for you when he had a strange feeling deep down- the same feeling he had almost all the time before finding out about dexters, uh similarities, to him; like something bad was gonna happen.
he glances up to scope the scenery when he sees you running up a grassy hill.
“what’re you doing sweetie?”
“gonna roll! gonna roll!” you pant and giggle as you run up, turning back slightly to show him your big excited smile. God, he fucking loved you.
he shakes his head and lets out an exasperated, almost mock annoyed sigh but dramatic enough for you to hear up there. “careful… and hurry, i wanna show you what i’ve been doing”
“kk!”
your rudy couldn’t stop laughing as he watched your little body tumble and roll down, your own squeals of excitement and giggles mixing with his . he approached the bottom of the hill, mapping out where’d you stop, until he hears a little gasp and whine from you.
“rudy…. rudy!!!!” your eyes are wide with fear as you sit up in the grass, your pointer finger split with a decently sized cut. one of the rocks you rolled over had a sharp little edge it seems- it stings but the sight of the blood is what drives the tears out of you, so freaked out by things brian would love. the fact that it’s from inside of you, your soft fragile skin has been cut and is pouring out what it was containing like nothing. it was scary, especially when you had never seen a cut on yourself that big before!
except he wasn’t loving this, the fear in your voice and look in your eyes… was enough to make him kill the lawn guys who cut the grass on this very hill.
“oh baby what’s this? what’d you do?” the flowers in his hands are placed behind him, no longer his main goal. the tears that got onto his thumbs when he wiped your cheeks weren’t as wet as the blood covering your finger.
“i dunno i dunno!!! help meee owww ow!” you kick your feet a little bit. you’re a little dramatic sure, but you’re also a sweet heart and it really hurts!
brian just looks at you, his eyes saying so much while his mouth says nothing at all. it would be different if the pain is something he caused, something you would ask him for in the heat of the moment. he’d imagined seeing your blood for the first time, being able to convince you to let him carve his name into you or maybe a letter.
but this? no, you weren’t supposed to be hurt and crying right now. he’s dramatic too, throwing you over his shoulder as he goes to the nearest food truck in the park to ask, or threaten for any supplies.
“um,” you sniffle “rudy?” your voice is shaky but laced with a little bit of amusement now, your view of the world now upside down and half covered by his back.
“hola. first aid kit. ahora.” you hear him ask, or tell a street vendor. his tone wasn’t necessary, the sight of you thrown over his shoulder with your finger blood all over his shirt somehow- the food guy practically threw what brian was asking for at him.
he sat you down on a soft grass covered stump, and bent down on one knee and grabbed your hand. you whimpered, no more tears but still a little shaken up by the sting as he cleans your wound.
“i’m here” your sweet sweet rudy tells you as he bandages your finger, his voice comforting, your finger comfortable and snug in the gauze like it’s wrapped under the covers.
“thank you… i’m sorry i freaked out, i just don’t like when i cut myself” you sniffle. you’re on vice, Goddamnit you don’t wanna seem like a pussy!
that’s not how he sees it though, not at all, even in the slightest or the littlest bit. “the only thing you have to apologize for…” he kisses your finger, “is thinking you need to say sorry”
“thank you, rudy, i mean it”
he smiles, you’re good as new now and it’s because of him. it’s a strange feeling, to not only heal a cut rather then to create one, but to genuinely want to do so. he kisses your bandaged finger, kisses your small glittery nail, and stands up.
“where are you-“
“stay here” he briskly walks to the spot where you’d landed after the great big hill tumble. he picks something up off the ground, you squint and wonder what it is. you’re happy when he makes his way back to you, hands behind him; it was always a nice feeling to see him approach.
you smile up at him, your injured finger the last thing on your mind. “what’s in your hands, hmmm?”
he chuckles, lifting you up off the stump with one hand, sitting down on it, and placing you in his lap. you feel his hands gently run through your long pretty hair, and you feel him braid the strands.
“so pretty…” he mutters as he begins to add the flowers, one by one, almost like rapunzel’s hair. you giggle and look down, letting him do whatever he’s doing. it feels so nice, rudy’s just always so nice.
“there..” he finishes the flowery braid, resting it on your shoulder so you can see. you gasp, it’s so pretty! when did he even find those?? probably when you were playing around like a mad man in the grass.
you giggle and turn to wrap your arms around his neck in a big hug, and he shifts so your sideways on his lap.
“i love it so much!”
“knew you would..”
brian tries to stop imagining you as his own little babydoll, like a real life toy when he does things like this for you. fixing what’s broken, doing your hair, holding you close and tight, and most importantly- having you do whatever he desires you to.
and that’s the thing- you ALWAYS do. without him really needing to ask. your mannerisms, looks, and just the way you depended on him. you were that babydoll for him, that toy, that pretty barbie he keeps on a shelf so everyone can see, the doll he almost doesn’t even want to take out of the box. almost.
he hugs you, you let him, in a silence for a few minutes despite your giddy giggles as you look at the braid. the flowers were perfect, you couldn’t have picked them better yourself.
he does this alot, just holding you and feeling you for long periods of time. no words, just his devotion and admiration expressed through touch. sometimes he’ll even grab a part of you and just examine it and you don’t even question it.
in fact you don’t question any of it, his creepy stares, possessive behavior, you just like him so everything is sweet. who other then a doll would let him do that?
“i love when you do my hair, rudy”
“shhh, don’t speak sweet girl. just lemme look.”
words don’t mean nothin’
𝒶 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝓎𝓅𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓉. 𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓎..!
you didn’t know what the hell his problem was- no you didn’t have a damn crush on dexter!
“you like this, don't you? lettin’ me use you.. mm and you moan and scream like a whore…”
you scream as he thrusts deeper and deeper, his cock relentlessly pushing against your sweet little spot. he was degrading and rude but he was making you see stars!
“bet you'd let anyone else see you in this state. let them use you just like I am right now, wouldn’t you?” he pants in your ear, his other arm wrapped around your neck and shoulders as he lays on you, fucking you like a sex doll.
“n-no… m’not.. aaaah!”
“you're such a little, shameless, messy, desperate little whore”
“m’not!”
he chuckles at your whines of protest- they sound a lot more like whines of pleasure to him.
“oh really?” he slammed into you harder, his hands grabbing your hips with bruising force.
“then how come you're taking it like one? how come you're letting me use you like one? how come you're being so loud and bratty and desperate, acting like a little slut? you act like one, and you sound like one..”
he was never like this before when you made love, he was passionate and romantic. but you’ve been with him for a little bit now, the mask has been slipping, and when he saw you all friendly with his brother… it pissed him off, real bad.
his movements were selfish and deep, but made you fall apart all the same. he knew exactly how your body worked, what your sweet little pussy needed- he used it to his advantage every. single. time
he’d studied and memorized it by now, he was casually pounding away all your sense of pride as he told you some of the most humiliating things you’d ever heard.
ya mhm you still loved it.
“fuckin… brat… take it… take it all” he punctuates each word with a thrust, each deeper than the last. you’re wailing at this point, incoherent screams and whines like a total cam girl!
he feels you tighten, he chuckles darkly “aw babydoll likes that, huh? gettin’ told how much i see right through her… how much she loves getting fucked like the whore she is”
“-gah! c-can’t help it…!” it wasn’t fair, how were you supposed to not tighten up when he was giving it to you like that!?
“yeah i bet you can’t…” he groans. amongst the borderline abuse to your pussy, and words that hurt more than sticks and stones, he kisses along your ear, right below it, the angle of your jawline.. your most sensitive spots.
it was like a sign that he still loved you, despite how crazy that seemed right now- he just needed to use you real quick, get it out of his system.
“mm rudy… g-gonna come…! gonna scream, can’t help it” your words are almost incoherent as your eyes roll back, you try to bury your face in the mattress but he doesn’t allow that, no no no. he grabs your hair with a kung fu grip, forcing your face close to his.
“oh yeah? go ahead and let it out little girl, wouldn’t be the first time”
he didn't really think that's what you were, of course he knew you were his. his girl, his girl only, and he loved you more than anything in the world. but at the same time, it was fun to play this game with you, to see how far he could push you, see how much you would allow.
you practically wail as you come, the feeling of you clenching down and releasing all over him making him hiss and go even harder.
“that’s it… you’re so good… take it…”
“pleaseeee!” you cry out as he keeps going, you’re sooo sensitive right now it feels like you could just die!
he pulls out a bunch to just fuck the tip, his movements quick and shallow and absolutely self centered. you cry out more, it’s getting to be toooo much.
he knows and pushes all the way back in, you scream again- he groans, one of the hottest sounds ever to you, and you feel him come so deep inside you, you aren’t sure if it matters if you’re even ovulating or not you’d need a plan b after this.
“i fucking love you…” he moans out as he releases, his deep voice mixing with your high pitched whimpers, coming down from yet another beautiful climax shared between you both.
you both pant and collapse, he flips over so you’re laying on his chest, shaking and soaking wet thighs.
he gently plays with your hair, not grasping at it like it’s an anchor to stay on earth as he did during your “sweet” love making.
“you.. okay.. babydoll?” he asks, his heart rate struggling to steady as he looks down at your pretty little face. it makes his heart melt everytime, how dazed and out of it you are after he takes what he wants from you.
“mhm.. felt so good..” you mumble. your eyes were half lidded but you looked up at him with a soft smile, God you were such an angel baby sweat heart of a girl, and he almost felt bad for saying otherwise.
“you know i didn’t mean any of that, right sweetie?”
“i know… but you know i don’t like dexter, right?”
he sighs. of course he knows. “yeah, just.. stay more ‘round me next time. dexter has enough people”
his words confused you a little, as they so often do, but you simply nod anyways, letting your eyes flutter closed as your breathing softens. his heartbeat was right against your ear and it was always the bestest lullaby.
“you’re a sweet girl, you know that too, baby?” he says after a few moments, scratching your back as you drift off to sleep.
you nod slightly, mewling out a soft “ya” as you shift on his chest. he chuckles, shifting to where you’d both be able to sleep.
“it’s okay, sleep now my sweet girl.. you’ll need your energy for what i do to you tomorrow”
random hotness i wrote in half an hour! i wasn’t gonna post but a sweet girlfriend of mine convinced me too, lemme know if you like it :)
2 perf 2 kill
𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝓈𝓀𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝑜𝓃𝓎’𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓈!
he held his hands behind your head, not touching just hovering. his fingers were stretched out and he was clenching the air, a crazy look on his face- he was almost about to just bite your head off, you gave him so much cuteness aggression.
“mmm i dunno! help me, rudy, im holding up this whole line!” you turn back to face him with worried eyes, quickly he stopped his little intrusive thought a moment beforehand.
“just get a nice vanilla shake, get more then one cherry” he gently puts his hands on your shoulders, and even more gently telling you what to do. it was your first little date- as he suspected, you came back to the hospital with debbie. and sure enough, you were over the moon about him asking you for dinner!
the problem was, you were much too nervous to eat, especially in front of him. you weren’t, like, having problems with that stuff, it’s just you were too focused daydreaming about on your lips on his, then to put anything else in between them.
it was only your first date, but brian saw how your body lost all its tension the second he placed his hands on your shoulders. you listened to him, trusted him, all so right off the bat. you were either an idiot or already blindly in love. either was perfect.
“um, c-can i have a vanilla shake please…” god, you sounded so dumb. you don’t even stutter normally, what the heck!
“don’t forget the cherries, give her a few alright? don’t be greedy” luckily, brian found your shyness adorable. it meant he got even more control, and you needed him in a sense. like, already, you would’ve been so sad if they didn’t put any cherries, and you forgot to mention it.
you don’t even have time to pull out your little wallet because brian puts a 20 on the counter. he grabs your little hand and it sends shockwaves through his body.
“c’mere sweetie, we’ll wait on my trunk”
“kk!” you feel so giddy too, practically skipping as he guided you to his car. he shakes his head slightly, trying to fight the little smile growing- you were just soooo cute, so innocently happy. he almost thought you were faking it, but again, too sweet to even lie.
you put your hands on the back of his trunk, and use all of your upper body strength to lift your self up. God, it felt like the car was so high up. you fall a little, squeal in embarrassment, and the back of your dress lifts up enough to see the bottom of your ass, oh no!!
brian bites his lip, again, this time because he saw so much more of your soft smooth skin then he thought he would yet. all he wanted to do was trace it, maybe draw some lines as to map out where to… but that would be in vain, of course, he’d never do that to you. he wanted you around a little too much.
and you were too pretty and perfect to kill. he was starting to care beyond admiration, as this thought made its way into his scary scary mind.
you think of how respectful he is when he gently pulls your skirt down for you, sensing how upset you are with yourself for your nerves tonight. even better, he grabs you by your waist, and you’re too wrapped up with how he lifts your butt up on the trunk to notice how he mumbled “just like a little doll…”
“oof- thank you” you smile down at him. you were right, the car is pretty high up, brian is so damn tall but sitting up here made you about an inch taller.
“mhm..” brian nods. you pout a little, he seems like he’s zoning out, is he bored? your worries go away when he validates you, gently playing with the loose curls at the bottom of your never ending hair, just like he did the other day when you met.
he just can’t get it out of his head- you’re so perfect. your pretty face, it was enough to kill him. your body, so perfect for him, the body he’d been searching for… the way you carried yourself, like a real life babydoll, so sweet, perfect hair, sweet perfume, pretty dresses, intoxicating eyes and the most beautiful voice ever- even when you sounded stupid enough to make yourself cry into your pillow once you got home.
“mm so how did you become captain hook?” you wince and close your eyes, biting your lip. you were embarrassed, saying silly things. but all brian could see was his glossy your lips were, he noticed how much you bit your lip, he wondered what you’d do if he bit it for you. if he drew blood, how would it look when it mixed with your gloss?
he faked a laugh at your comment, it was cute and he wanted to make you feel a little more comfortable, but he was dead set on your lips- a little preoccupied to slap his knee over it.
there was a part of him that enjoyed how uncomfortable you got sometimes, though. the way you’d trip over yourself and your words, the way your highest record for holding eye contact has been 5 seconds, he almost felt like you liked him as much as he liked you.
“well.. i saw my mother, uh lose some body parts in a freak accident as a kid. i wanted to.. put ‘er back together but the pieces, just, weren’t around” he didn’t know why he told it so truthfully, he wasn’t too sad to recall it at this point but he wanted to know how you’d react, knowing that he went through something.
of course, your heart breaks. you immediately shift over to hug him, leaning down slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck and shoulders.
“oh my goodness… oh em gee” you whimper. brian chuckles, it didn’t affect him much when he wasn’t thinking too hard about it so your reaction just solidified something about you rather then any self realization for him; you really weren’t faking it, you were just that sweet. he could tell when you were on the verge of tears.
“hey, hey what are you doing?” he asks gently, cupping your face and patting your cheeks, under your eye lids too as if to examine for any wetness.
you sniffle “m’ sorry i’m trying to comfort you, it’s just, wow… and to witness it as a baby, oh!”
he chuckled but hugs you back, this time he felt the tiniest bit of something. so tiny, deep deep down, like the last try of a candle light before it finally flickers out.
“awww it’s okay lovebug, you’re too sweet. nothin’ i haven’t been able to move on from”
you sniffle again but nod, pulling back from the hug slightly to kiss his cheek. you wish you could’ve been there for him when he was a baby, knowing after he lost his mom nobody probably did. you didn’t know why you just assumed that, but something told you it was more of a fact then a theory.
he was older then you, by lots and he was obviously the one to look out for you here- already that dynamic was showing. but oh gosh, you just wanted to kiss him all over like he’s your baby right now but you stuck to his cheek.
brian felt your soft glossy lips on the side of his face, and he squeezed his eyes shut to avoid grabbing your jaw and paying a little visit to your mouth. he was starting to assume all the things about you that drive him crazier, his own mind imprisoning him to your heart.
he imagined things just as you actually did them, he read you like a book. like the way you read your diary, your thoughts and feelings about him that you’d just written all laid out in sparkly glitter ink. you wrote hearts around his name; rudy, but if you knew it was brian you’d dot the i with a heart too.
he imagined what was going through your mind right now, how much you wanted to stick around him, listen to him talk, feel him in all sorts of ways. and again, he was right on the money! if anything, he was a bit less generous then he should’ve been with the sheer amount he’s crossed your mind already.
it wasn’t like he wasn’t in the same boat too. a war within himself- not whether or not to hurt you, fatally at least, because he knew he wouldn’t. he didn’t doubt that at all. it was the reasoning- why? it would be so much easier to get to dex through deb, and even if he did choose you, your sweet little body could be a real nice kill. but the thought of it made him hug you tighter, your kissing his cheek strengthening his own little code in his mind;
“she’s too perfect to kill”
he caresses your lips with his thumb, before almost suddenly leaving.
“i’m gonna go get your little shake, sweet girl. stay here okay? it’s real dark” he looked around a little, almost scoping the scenery to make sure you’d be alright in the 5 seconds you’d be alone.
you nod, a little alarmed by the sudden topic change but of course you go with it. you’d be a fool not to do anything he says, he’s a real catch!
brian comes back quickly with your shake, you don’t realize till now that rudy didn’t even get anything for himself.
“thank you so much! but.. aren’t you hungry?” the way you care if he’s eaten or not, the way you pull out the straw and suck on the whipped cream, it gets on those pretty glossy lips…
“you thought i’d be silly enough to get someone as little as you a large?” you blink when he says this, confused until he inserts a second straw. you giggle like crazy when he takes big sips, winking at you.
“ouu is it yummy? do you like it?” you ask, brian holds up one of the cherries to your glossy, now whipped cream covered lips.
“you tell me” he says gently. for some reason you get butterflies, in your little tummy and in your pretty pussy. you be a brave girl and hold eye contact when you suck on the cherry. brian wants to throw the stupid shake to the ground and grab you- he’s lost count of how many times he’s held back tonight. he knows you’d be sad if he did, though, so he doesn’t.
“s’good… tastes sweet” you feel pretty sexy right now, brian smiles- he’s turned on and also proud of his girl, looking him in the eyes and all, feeling as pretty as she looks.
“sweet right? like you baby…”
you sip the shake, kicking your feet against the back of his car. your eyes stay on his face, like his stay on yours. you look at his arms, his shirt is all tight and you see the bottom of a tattoo on his upper arm- oh em geeee he looks so strong.
his hands, his eyes, you’re just sippin and gazin.
you use both of the straws, making him chuckle.
“pretty thirsty huh?”
“you took hugeeee sips im upping the score!”
brian can’t stop thinking of how much he DOESN’T wanna kill your perfect little self.
“you have whipped cream all over here…” brian tilts his head, coming towards you a little with his eyes set comfortably on those pouty babydoll lips.
you set the shake down instantly, reaching for your little mirror in your pretty purse because of course you brought it- you need to reapply your lip gloss so he thinks about them while he watches you do it!
before you can, before you can even think, he finally grabs you by the jaw, cupping your cheeks so so softly like baby soft.
you look into his eyes, your brows furrowed upwards. you feel the butterflies starting to eat popcorn and hold each others hands in anticipation- this is gonna be the dreamiest kiss ever.
brian sees that look- such purity, so much admiration for him, he chuckles. he keeps his eyes open as yours flutter closed, enjoying your slight gasp when his lips finally feel against yours. your lips were just how they’d seem, even better. so pillowy and soft, sweet tasting like the cherries and your saliva must’ve still retained the coke you did way back when with those hookers, because damn he was addicted.
he dies a little and is reborn when you grabbed his jaw too, like it’s for the first time with your crush back at school- because it really felt like that. it was so crazyyy! you almost didn’t think it was real.
yet it totally was, brian’s brows furrowed upwards too as his eyes finally close. his hands on your waist, the whipped cream now on his lips too is a complete after thought.
“mmm” you whimper a little into the kiss and it was like instant karma for brian’s hand to grip your neck. so gently it almost stung, but those butterflies were now reproducing- there was so much fluttering going on in your sweet soft body…
brian pulls away, hating himself for not just suffocating against your mouth, and the string of saliva that connects your lips makes him audibly groan. his hand stays on your neck, tightening by nature as he caresses your pulse point. your little heart is going so fast, he just wants to see what it looks like. if he could feel any resemblance of it when he’s in you to the edge. his heart seemed to be trying to escape his chest, meanwhile.
“that was.. so nice” your sweet babydoll voice comes out a little breathless, you sigh and your eyes roam his face.
he smiles, it’s such a sincere, almost knowing smile, like he can read everything about you, did it in one sitting and adored each word. it’s also a little unnerving which is what those butterflies really loved.
“God, if you knew how many men would kill to do what i just did” rudy tells you with a soft sigh, his hand caressing the side of your face as he stares into your soul. he’s just obsessed with it, with you, once again you’re so perfect he almost thinks if he tried to kill you, he’d just be going through soft silk. maybe glitter, maybe that’s what you’re made of, too perfect to even be ABLE to kill.
he makes you close your left eye by moving his thumb up and down your doll lashes, it makes you giggle a little because it’s weird but it makes you feel loved. it’s like he just loves inspecting you, every little detail makes him, just, so warm, he’s fascinated.
you close both eyes when his hand finds its way back to your jaw, and you listen to the butterflies and turn your face sideways a little, pining another sweet kiss from rudy!
he wants to, he needs to… he also needs to get a nice kill in tonight because he has a good alibi- you wouldn’t dare, if it really came down to it, disobey rudy if he asked you to say you were with him for a few more hours. you wouldn’t even question it, you’re so sweet!
he sighs and gives you another kiss, the intention to be quick, but who was he kidding.
your perfect lips moved in sync with his for about 30 seconds before brian acts on another intrusive thought, biting your lip. you gasp, the butterflies do too, and he takes the opportunity to slowly thrust in his tongue. not all the way at first, but going in a little more each push in like he’s truly making love to your mouth.
you whine a little as the kiss gets more heated- you’re a good girl but you can’t help the way you’re feeling right now. the way he’s making you just… you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him a little bit closer.
he could take you right now, he was sure of it and God did he. fucking. want to. but he needed to cover his tracks tonight, that way, he’d be more likely to take you over and over and over and over and
“oh… sweet- mm, little baby i… sweetheart i gotta go” he’s breathless as he finally manages to pull away from the trap that is your sweet mouth. you whine and pout, bite your lip, give him your sweetest eyes and God does it work almost better then you’d imagine but he needs to do this.
you don’t get it though, it was finally starting to come true, your fantasies but he was cutting it short. you whine, it makes his jeans uncomfortable.
“but.. but whyyy” for a fraction of a second there he swore he heard a sad little voice crack, the tears possibly splitting down your heart. again, God, stop letting that little lip quiver! even tho you really don’t have to, it just makes him wanna do some things…
“shhh, it’s okay i’m coming back for you” he kisses your forehead. you sigh, pout, you’re upset! but that, what he just did, was so comforting it didn’t matter too much in asking him why exactly.
another attribute of your perfection- what he says goes. he could never kill the feeling gets from that, when it’s you obeying him..
he sat you in his lap as he drove you home. he let you pick the songs, smiling at you when you’d hum along. because of how desperately he needed to hear that new quality of your voice, your sweet little hums and the way he needed to know everything about them, there wasn’t too much talking. but there didn’t need to be, the feel of you on him was enough for the both of you.
he’d asked you a few things, about your family, about your favorite most happiest times. he figured out a lot of it by seeing what he could find online, of course, but hearing things explained by you, the way your mind conjures and perceives yourself- it’s almost as pretty to him as making love with you would be. almost.
“this is me” you sigh sadly, turning to him with a pout when the familiar feeling of coming home while yearning fills your pretty heart. oh boy, it’s been a while sense this feeling!
you straighten a little, fixing your posture so your back is slightly arched, so you’d leave him with a good impression. you were comfortable with him, to be your bestest most perfect pretty self!
he admired that so much, the way you weren’t only just a babydoll naturally but you were really being the bestest at it you could be for him. but he was loving your natural, more comfy posture too. actually really loving it, because it’s a way your body moves against him. one of millions to come.
“when can i see you again” brian says more like a statement then a question, his tone soft as he pushes some of your magic hair behind your ear.
“mm maybe friday.. oh i need your phone number!” your eyes widen in worry, realizing how hard it would be to to find and talk to him if you didn’t ask. God, just like the cherries.. why do you keep forgetting the important things!! it’s like a lot of brain power and thinking goes away with him, just nice warm feelings.
your sweet rudy chuckled at your, for lack of better word, desperation. it was for him, all of that need and worry, so he proceeded by biting a pen cap off and taking your delicate hand. “hm?” he displayed the pen for you with a nod, as if making sure you understand. you giggle and nod back, continuing to watch him. “mm, mhm, mhm, mmm!” he hums with intention as writes his number and holds up your hand for you to see, making you giggle more.
“you call me up anytime,” he spits out the pen cap off to the side “and you’ll be seeing me.”
you giggle and nod, you go to give him a nice goodbye hug but he’s already opened the door for you. you know by now he wouldn’t just do that, you wait for him to scoop you up from his lap, step out of the car, and walk you to your front door holding you like a baby.
you giggle as you look at him on the way, he cocks an eyebrow.
“what’s so funny?”
“i like the way you’ve been with me!”
God, you were so cute.
he loved you, he was sure of it by the way you kissed him again once he reached your porch. head already to the side, lashes fluttering closed- you knew what to do by now. and you weren’t rushing in the slightest, just eager, and God if he wasn’t too…
he bites your lower lip before gently placing you down, looking down at you fondly and sincerely. you had no clue what was going on in his mind, but the butterflies told you to keep it happening if it made him look at you like that.
“thank you so much for my treat, it was the bestest ive had in a while” you say with a smile. he leans down to some of your potted flowers as you speak- a dumber girl would’ve thought he was ignoring her, but once again, you were getting the hang of how he did things.
you smile up at him so much when he places the flower behind your ear, and he can’t help but laugh out a smile too. you were absolutely beautiful, your loveliness meshing with the sunkissed flower and brightness of the moonlight. too perfect, too sinful even for him to ruin something like that.
“just… there” he adjusts it, his hand then squeezing your cheeks a bit before letting your face go. he wraps you up in a hug, the way he caressed your back was so soft and sweet. you really didn’t know how much he was holding back, how brutally he was going to kill some poor girl tonight because of his pent up… something.!
“promise me you’ll call?” he asks you as the hug dissipates. he loves you even more now because you hold out your pinkie in response. he chuckles as he interlocks it with his, and you both kiss the others hand, as it should go. you were both raised the same way with pinkie swears, yet another connection, another reason this was meant to be.
“i’ll be seeing you” he kisses your cheek.
“bye bye! i promise to call!” you giggle out, waving as he walks back through your front yard to his car. you watch him open his front door, the way he waves you goodbye with 2 fingers from his forehead. you watch him drive off, even that was so undeniably attractive.
you sigh as you close your front door, you lean back against it for a moment after. you can’t help but let out a happy squeal when you see the neat numbers on the back of your hand, those are lines and shapes he made! on you! this was more than you hoped!! he even avoided writing on your palm, so even in sweat you could contact him.
you’re a beautiful ballerina right now, spinning and dancing across the living room as you add his contact: ‘rudy baby 💋’
he was amazing. undeniably the most handsomest man you’d ever seen. funny, so sweet, taking charge in the way you needed someone to, it was so perfect. almost too perfect to seem real.
biney pov epilogue ;)
brian thought of the definition of perfection as he drove to the clubs, ready to find another victim. a picture of you came to mind, but then again, it kinda always did. you were the perfect girl, you matched what he’d always thought that to be in his mind, perfectly. way back before he’d even lost dexter.
he walked past the clubs, hearing snippets of different songs as different snippets of the night with you flashed through his mind. more and more hookers came after him, offering themselves, he found himself wanting to chat with them to ask if they’d ever met you while you did vice.
perfection was on his mind when he was able to lure the next victim, but not the way she offered to suck him off while he drove them to his place. he would’ve said yes, if you previously weren’t in that same lap she was begging to interact with. he can’t taint it just yet.
as he strangled this girl, his mind kept going back to you. perfection to him was a good kill, perfection to him was the ability to reunite with dexter.
he sighed, finally giving the recycled thoughts a break when he came to a conclusion that seemed to fit, as he slit the current victims throat.
perfection to him, once again, was just. you. he looked down at the slain hooker on his table, he found it perfect the way the blood dripped from her opened veins.
but the way he’d felt your pulse when he’d kissed you, the same part of the neck that’s squirting blood from this girl, seemed more like perfection to him now. your pulse, that is in fact, too perfect to kill.
sooo what r we thinkin’? tell me tell me!!!
btdubssss i’m gon start making my very own story lines now, i just really wanted you guys to be able to visualize your first meeting with biney babe so i replaced deb with you in that episode!
send recs now cuz babies it’s party time ;)
edit; i realize this was sooo supes long, i know this doesn’t do much but i made the last little bit an epilogue !
Feeling nostalgic over this song
Also feel like this song captures Deb's feelings and has Miami vibes
Am I the asshole for cancelling on a friend for concert because I wanted to put my mental health first. Even though we planned it months ago. I apolgized and shes upset with me and I got blocked by her "temporarily"
how i look waiting for my bus at 7am
worst part of healing is getting your feelings back . i fucking hate this shit WHERE IS MY APATHY WHAT HAPPENED TO THE GIRL WHO DIDNT CARE