synopsis: you’re alone in the house (smurl residence) washing some laundry in the basement. what follows might be a nightmare…
WARNINGS‼️: smut… obv, dub/noncon, oral on fem, religious themes
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it was a dark, quiet october evening. leaves were falling from the trees, some rain was dripping from the sky. you’ve always liked the fall and the cold. it made you feel at peace.
the basement was dark, only one lamp burning, but you weren’t scared. you were waiting for the laundry machine to finish. your family was out, so you had the whole house to yourself. it was nice, you would probably go watch some tv later on.
suddenly, a strange sensation hit you, like you were being watched. you looked around, and nothing. you started to feel uneasy. you couldn’t quite put your finger around it, but now you were certain that there was someone else in that basement.
then, you heard a whisper. it sounded like someone- or something calling for your name. you froze. ”who’s there?” you called out. nothing. the sound of the washing machine was the only thing you heard. ’that’s it, i’m done’ you thought. you were to get out of that basement to walk your dog. you took a step.
and that’s when you saw it. emerging from the shadows. it was a tall, broad figure standing in the corner of the room. just standing there. you let out a gasp, and took a step back. you couldn’t get any words from your mouth. the figure stepped into the light. you let out a scream. a man. tall, broad-shouldered. long, black hair. white skin and a mouth covered in a dark, blood-like substance. white, piercing eyes. dead eyes. this thing was not human.
you screamed again, this time louder. you heard your dog barking upstairs. the man- or the thing started walking towards you, slowly. you gasped, and took steps back. ”stay back!” you yelled out. the man’s mouth opened, and carved into a smile. this was not a kind smile, oh no. this was the most terrifying thing you’ve ever seen. he was staring at you. and then, he started laughing. again, not a kind laugh. a deep, intense, horrifying laugh. you screamed in terror, and started sprinting backwards. ”where do you think you’re going?” the man suddenly spoke with a deep voice, not a human one. it almost sounded like multiple voices merged into one. you hit the wall, and froze completely. you started sobbing.
the man spoke again. ”don’t cry, i’m not gonna hurt you”, he said it with an evil grin, almost sarcastic. now he was standing in front of you. you could hear his heavy breathing. you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him, you closed your eyes and started twirling your cross-necklace between your fingers, and started praying ”our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…”,-
”thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven, give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil”, the man cut you off and started repeating the words in a mocking tone.
”think god’s gonna save you, little girl?” he whispered. then he grabbed your head, and made you look up to him. his face was even more terrifying up close. you turned your head, but he made you look again. you cried out even more. ”shh, don’t be scared. i’m gonna take good care of you”, he crooned.
the man started touching you. he slowly caressed your thighs, and moved his hands to your stomach. he twirled the fabric of your slip dress between his fingers. ”such a pretty dress, you wore this for me?” he said with an amused voice. ”you’ve been sensing being watched, right?” he continued. ”no, that’s not-” you whined. ”lying is a sin, isn’t it?” the man said, and chuckled. his hands moved up to your breasts, as he grabbed one into his hand. he moved his mouth to your neck, and you could feel him breathing you in. you were shaking.
he kissed you suddenly. his mouth crashed into yours without a warning, and you could taste the blood on his lips. you shut your mouth as hard as you could. he noticed it, and as a response pinched your nipple so hard that you let out a whine. then he pushed his tongue into your mouth. you sobbed into the kiss. you couldn’t breathe. the only thing you felt was the ghosts tongue twirling in your mouth, and his hands that were now everywhere on your body. the ghosts other hand was in your hair, keeping your head still and the other one was grabbing your ass.
he finally let go, and you let out an exhausted gasp. ”please, no more…” you begged. the man grinned, and cupped your cheek with one hand. ”i’m only getting started”,
the ghost started placing sloppy kisses down your neck. then you felt a sharp pain on your skin, he had bit you. he slowly went down to your breasts, and continued biting and sucking your nipples. you whined, as the pain and other sensations were hard to handle.
he then went down to your stomach. you had a bad feeling. he moved onto your inner thigh, and started pulling the hem of your dress up. ”no, please…” you cried out. ”shh”, the ghost didn’t say anything. he was caressing your stomach while pulling down your underwear. soon you were laid bare in front of him. ”so pretty”, the man whispered with a terrifying voice. he looked up to you, grinning, his eyes piercing into your soul.
then his mouth crashed onto your cunt. you let out a pitiful scream. his tongue was twirling around your clit violently one moment, and the other his whole mouth was on you, sucking. the noises disgusted you.
”you taste like a blessing”, the ghost said, again, mockingly. he continued, now more focused on your clit. you started to feel a warm sensation in your stomach. then he pushed his two fingers inside you, while still sucking on your clit. you let out a moan, and he chuckled into your cunt. ”aren’t you supposed to be a sweet girl of god?” he teased, while continuing the assault. you couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. but you couldn’t admit it to him, at least directly. but your mouth was starting to speak for itself. you let out more moans, as the pressure was now building up. suddenly, you felt an explosive sensation rushing into you. your legs were shaking. ”already? you’re a little whore, aren’t you?” the man mumbled.
”i’m not done, though”, he continued, and put his tongue on your clit again. your legs were trembling violently. ”please, s- stop”, you gasped, but the man just chuckled and kept going.
he now had at least three fingers inside of you, and you could feel the squirt dripping onto the concrete floor. you could feel the second orgasm building up. you were panting, tears still covering your face. but you weren’t crying anymore. the second orgasm hit you like a truck, it was stronger this time. the ghost swallowed the liquid bursting out of you, and then slowly lifted his head up. he was grinning. ”you took that so well”, he said.
he stood up, and grabbed you by the waist. ”turn around”, he ordered. you didn’t obey, so he turned you around with a violent twist. he pushed your hands to the wall, and pushed himself to your ass. ”you feel that?” he said, clearly amused. you definitely could feel his dick through his jeans, pressed against your ass.
you could hear him unzipping his pants. you froze in fear. you couldn’t bare yourself to beg for mercy anymore, you knew that it was pointless. and besides, there was some part of you that was waiting for it.
he caressed your ass, and then without a warning, pushed himself inside you with a terrifying force. you let out a scream. it was huge, barely fitting into you.
he strarted thrusting, not slowly at first, no, but with a force so strong you were sure you would be split in half. ”i- it hurts”, you let out a whine. the ghost just laughed, and continued.
he suddenly slapped your ass so hard that it would surely leave a mark. ”such a tight little thing, aren’t you?” the man whispered, without a hint of tiredness in his voice. he could do this all night. you felt your hair being pulled. he grabbed you closer to himself, and twirled your cross between his fingers. ”god isn’t here, huh?” he teased. he was right. god really wasn’t there.
he fucked you for what could have been forever, you could almost feel yourself passing out. but finally, he let out a groan, and you felt his hot semen pouring inside you. he let go of your hair. you almost fell, but he catched you into his arms.
he looked at you with that same, terrifying grin. but this time, something was a little different. it was almost like there was some tenderness there. but maybe you were crazy. ”go take a shower now, your family will be home soon” the spirit said, almost kindly. you nodded, and started walking up the stairs.
but suddenly you felt him grabbing you by the waist, and pulling you to him. ”you’re mine now, get it?” he whispered. ”i’ll be back every night, and you aren’t to sleep with anyone else but me. i’ll kill them at sight”, he continued. you froze, shivers going down your spine. ”say you’re mine”, he demanded. ”i- i’m yours”, you whispered. you heard a satisfied chuckle, and by that, he was gone.
I renamed him Adriel Abner Graves bc yanno..free will and all that.
FINALLY after over a month, she’s done. This is probably the darkest/weirdest thing I’ve ever written, please read the warnings before and minors istg SHOO!! enjoy
Warnings >~< : Choking, man-handling, dubcon, nasty ah hands, corpse present at ‘tango’ time, no aftercare, rough stuff. I probably missed a few, lmk pleaseee
The rain pelted down, the shallow puddles splashing up and lapping at your exposed calfs as you stomped through them.
The night had been growing darker with each passing moment but you refused to stop, pushing on until you walked upon familiar land - the details of the Graves’ family farmhouse growing clearer as you paved your way through the mud.
You knew is was borderline disrespectful to ambush your married neighbours at a time like this but what other choice did you have.
Catherine was your only trusted source of comfort in this whole town, the only one who knew every grimey detail behind your failing marriage and your disgusting cheating pig of a husband.
You knew she was not one to judge, she had problems of her own.
Your hushed conversations as you left church together usually ended with her expressing that ‘he was getting worse’ and that ‘she wasn’t sure how much longer she would be able to live under the same roof as him anymore’.
The him in question being her husband of course, the tall mysterious man who had invaded your town a few years ago and had snatched Catherine up within a few weeks, decorating her ring finger with a silver band before anyone had even learned his last name.
She had anywsys said his eagerness had been flattering and part of you couldn’t blame her. You couldn’t even remember a time your husband had been so hungry to make you his.
Spoiler alert, he never was.
Your thoughts trailed on and on until you ended up at their door, the paint peeling and revealing the rotting wood underneath.
You hands and fingers were frozen as you reached up to knock on their door, knuckles so stiff and numb you didnt even feel the hard wood as you tapped tapped tapped.
Sniffing quietly to yourself, you reached up to adjust your soaking wet hair and wiped your running nose, what a mess you must resemble.
Seconds turned to minutes as you patiently waited, the wind pushing against your back - almost gently nudging you into the door.
Please answer, you thought. Don’t make me go back there, dont make me go back to him..
You felt your lip tremble, both from the cold and the knowledge that you’d have to turn back around and trudge your way back to your home in the dark.
Until you heard the familiar creek of their doorknob turn, the wood groaning as the door was forcefully pulled open and a tall body filled the gap.
Gulping, your regret sparked up at his aggressive entrance - lowering your head you tried to hide your sheepishness.
‘I’m really sorry to disturb you both at a time like this Adriel, I-..I wasn’t sure where else to go. Is Catherine there?’ You glanced up just in time to see Adriel’s long nose twitch as if what you said had disgusted him.
You were met with his silence and he seemed to mule over your question.
‘And if she isn’t?’
Your lips parted, taken aback slightly at the bite in his tone.
Well where else would she be? You thought, brows furrowing in confusion and suspicion.
You already knew he wasn’t one to let her leave the house unattended, she had said so herself. He had a nasty habit of keeping her trapped in the house, safe for your weekly food shopping and Sunday mass.
‘Oh, er-‘ You stammered, feeling embarrassed and out of place. ‘Do you know when she’ll be back?’
He regarded you quietly, chin tilting up and to the side slightly as he pondered an answer. You could almost see the lightbulb flicker on in his head if you had looked hard enough…you didnt.
‘Soon, come in.’ He stepped to the side, his broad shoulders moving and giving you a sight into the dark house.
Again, you stalled - noticing the lack of light..anywhere in the house.
Strange, the warmth that usually glowed from their homey country house seemed like it had dimmed and died completely - leaving a sad, hollow and eerie skeleton behind.
You felt as if you had walked into something you shouldn’t have, like a parasite trying to worm its way into their house.
‘No, I wouldn’t want to intrude. I’ll stop by tomo-‘ You spoke quietly but he was quicker.
‘I insist.’ The bite in his tone was back, his top lip pulling back into a snarl almost.
His attempt at masking it with a smile failed miserably and only seemed to put you further on edge.
Sensing your lack of usual eagerness and enthusiasm when coming to their home, he reached a hand out - tilting his head in mock kindness.
‘Come on pet, wouldn’t want you top catch a cold standing out in the rain all by yourself.’ His subtle reminder that out here you were indeed alone was enough for you to take his hand and step over into the threshold.
You didn’t look at him as you passed, instead taking in the surrounding - keeping an eye out for any sign of Catherine.
‘Again I’m really sorry to barge in on you both like this, I just- I wasn’t sure who else I could go to.’ You explained again once you both had walked into the dark living room.
No candles, no fireplace. Weren’t they cold? It was the beginning of winter after all and with a house like this, so out in the open. Surely it would be freezing for them?
‘Don’t waste your breath, you know you’re welcome here. Sit.’
You nodded in submission, not wanting to push your luck anymore than you already had.
You watched him stare at you before leaving silently, a chill crawling its way up your back at the thought of you being alone together.
Thoughts of what Catherine had been telling you over the last few weeks pushing to the front of your mind.
Apparently something has shifted between them, a distance had wedged itself and while Catherine seemed to enjoy the smaller newfound freedom, Adriel only seemed to grow more feral each day.
Things had started to be broken, plates thrown and smashed, furniture torn and ripped with his hunting knife.
You even recall her saying that he had once held it to her once, lips pulled into a snarl as he accused her of all sorts of things.
Things you knew yourself to be false. While you might not know her as well as her husband, you knew she was no cheat.
You swallowed as you sat down, tucking your knees together and smoothing out your dress as your eyes wondered the dark room.
Surely turning on a lamp wouldn’t hurt?
You were reaching over to their small side table before you had even thought it through, hand reaching under the lamp shade and blindly feeling for the switch before gently flicking it.
The light flickered briefly before straining on, basking the room in a low light.
It was only when you pulled back your hand from under its cone of fabric that you notice the blood.
Your hand was smeared with it, from the palm all the way to your still cold numb fingertips - the same hand he had lead you into the house with.
You immediately felt the pit of your stomach drop, your heartbeat thrumming up and beginning to pound at your ears - face warming with dread and fear.
Something wasn’t right.. you had felt it from the minute he had opened the door.
And still, there you were sat at his couch - how stupid you were.
You glanced down at your white dress, seeing that the fabric was also stained from where you had adjusted yourself, hands and shoulders shaking as the danger of the situation settled.
Where was Catherine?
Where was he?
The uncanny silence had a newfound sinister feeling, your body shaking and you reached back to to extinguish the light, drowning the room in darkness once more.
If you could get back to the front door, he wouldn’t even be able to notice your absence.
You imagined sprinting for your life once you got outside, readying yourself as you stood to your feet.
The wooden floor creaked and groaned under your weight, the bones of this house must’ve been at least a decade old.
Creeping in the dark felt like a sick game of cat and mouse, peeking your head around the corner of the hallway to see where he had disappeared off to.
You couldn’t hear his footsteps and with his size and built you knew you would’ve been able to.
You felt like a shadow, keeping your footsteps light and slow and you crept on, reaching a hand out on the wall to feel your way out.
The surface was smooth and cold, the shredded wallpaper scraping your fingers until you touched something softer, something warmer.
You shrieked in horror, attempting to pull your hand back like it was on fire but it was too late.
You don't understand how you didn't see him at first, he was as big as a giant - with his widespread shoulders and long legs that made him crouch under most doorway.
Yet the leanness of his build served him well and he blended in easily, too easily for your unsuspecting eyes.
He gripped your hand hard, almost crushing your smaller fingers as he chuckled - the sound was enough to bring tears to your eyes.
He really was a madman you thought, feet stumbling as you tried yanking your hand back, unable to break free from his hold on you.
He wasted no time moving in on you, pulling you to him as he lured closer, tipping his head down as if to have a better look at your horrified expression.
‘What’s wrong dolly? Why the long face?’ He downturned his lips like a party clown, brows dipping in mock sadness.
You had no words, squirming as he drew closer - his nose was a featherlight touch from yours and you screwed up your face in disgust when the smell hit you all at once, coppery and metallic.
The tang made your teeth ache and you recoiled instinctively but he only followed, as if drawn in by your revulsion.
‘Please let me go, you’re hurting my hand.’ Your voice was meek and shaky, just as much as the rest of you was.
He didn’t respond, the silence defeating as the creaks of the house filled the void, only serving as a reminder that you were all alone with him.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, the rise of his chest slow and deliberate as though he were forcing patience into his veins.
The smirk that had lingered on his mouth fell away, vanishing into something harder, emptier.
Then, just as quickly, it returned - his lips curling with a venomous edge.
This time it wasn’t a smile at all, darkler and more evil than you thought a human expression could ever become.
He licked his tongue over the front of his teeth, an action you could only describe as animal-like, a predator fantasising and salivating at the thought of what his prey might taste like.
He bet you were sweet enough to make his teeth rot right out his mouth if he sucked hard enough.
‘Of course’
Your hand flew back to your chest with a startled thump, heart hammering against your ribs harder than it ever had before.
You hadn’t expected him to surrender it so easily and for a flicker of a second, relief washed over you, warm and dizzing.
Before you could even draw another breath, his bear-like hand shot forward, closing around your throat with a grip far tighter than before.
His blunt nails dug into the fragile skin at your neck, not quite sharp but unforgiving and merciless, dull claws pressing harder and harder.
You could feel your pulse flutter wildly beneath his palm, like a trapped bird and the panic made your vision spark at the edges.
You were sure that if he pressed any deeper, your skin would tear under him like tissue paper.
The thought alone made a sob break free, shuddering through you as your fingers clawed at his wrist, desperate for air and release.
You babbled by like baby, the unrelenting pressure making his face blurry as he drew you up closer to his body.
You felt like a toy stuck in a claw machine, immobile and helpless as you were dragged up the length of his torso to your prize winner who revelled in his victory. You felt his grip beginning to match the thumping of your heart, loosening and tightening on beat as he laughed sickly, mocking your poor little heart as it tried to beat its way out your chest.
Just as you felt yourself slipping away, dark spots begining to float over his face, he flung you back - your body reaching halfway down the hall before landing with a harsh and loud bang.
You felt your head smack the floor, your brain not even registering the pain as it was once again supplied with much needed oxygen.
You felt drunk, eyes blinking open as you leaned up on your elbows, one hand coming to rest of your aching head.
You watched his shadow step away from the wall, swift and casual as he turned to face you from the bottom of the hallway - the front door behind him illuminated like a sick joke, a taunt that you had been so so close.
His figure swayed left to right, almost as if he was dancing as he made his way to where you were still laying - the floor shaking and creaking with every step.
It almost felt like a countdown, your time running out the bigger his fame got.
That was enough to kickstart your need to get away, legs scrambling and you turned and crawled away - mind still fuzzy when you got to your feet.
You knew this was quickly turning into a life and death situation, it was you or him.
Your options were dwindling, there was no way you'd be able to get out the house with him blocking the only passage out.
Catherine had told you that he always kept the windows locked, your memory replaying how many times shed complain about the house feeling too stuffy with the lack of fresh outside air.
Now you knew first hard that the lack of ventilation wasn't the only thing that seemed to suck all of the air out the room, his presence alone was enough.
Your only other option was getting something to defend yourself with, something that would send a shock to his system and hopefully keep him at arms length enough for you to make run for it.
The only thing you knew would be perfect was down in the basement and you had one shot to make it, a shot that needed to be worth the risk of cornering yourself down there.
You only prayed that firing a shotgun was as easy as it looked.
Your shoes pounded the floor, vibrating up your legs as you sprinted away from him - huffing out as you tried to regain control of your breathing.
The basement door was cracked open and you slammed your palm against it, the door crashing into the basement wall.
You didn’t care.
The darkness terrified you but the laughs that grew louder every second scared you even more.
You took the steps two at a time, your buckling knees weak with enough fear that you were half falling down them, hand tight on the railing to balance yourself.
You didn’t think, you just fled - running to anywhere he was not.
The air grew colder the lower you went, thick with dust and something that clung wet in the back of your throat.
You couldn’t see but that also meant he wouldn’t be able to either.
You then felt yourself trip and stumble, your balance completely leaving you as you crumbled to the floor in a heap of tears.
Your knees took most of the fall and you whimpered in pain as you turned to sit on your bottom, hands laid out beside you as you looked at what had tripped you up.
You froze.
Her body was slumped where you’d tripped, hair matted to the stone, lifeless eyes glassed wide and staring through you.
Her nightdress was torn open, stained dark as the wound in her chest leaked like a second mouth.
You were lying in a pool of her.
Catherine.
Your palms sank into it, sticky and warm despite the chill in the air. Fresh. You lifted your hands and they glistened back in the faint light from the basement windows.
Blood. It was so much..
She soaked your clothes, your skin.
You gagged, the smell too much for you as tears erupted from your eyes - the heartbreaking mourning for your longtime friend already enveloping your heart.
This was a violent attack and the closer you looked, the more wounds you saw. Her head, her neck, her everything.
She had been brutally hacked to death, the aggression clear as daylight even in the darkness and you were sure even a bear attack would’ve been more merciful.
You cried for her and for yourself.
You knew you were next, you couldn’t even bring yourself to stand - your heart sinking so low into your chest that you were sure it was in your belly.
On cue, you heard the basement door reopen - the sound of something heavy and metal dragging along the wood of the door followed by a sick and twisted humming.
You lifted your tearful gaze, a desperate part of you wanting to lean over and embrace your dead friend, wanting her lifeless arms to cradle you back as if to comfort you one last time.
The thought made you cry harder.
‘Aw, no tears please pet.’ His voice dripped with condescension above.
From the ground, the world tilted up in a nightmarish angle.
The basement door hung open above you, the faintest glow from the house spilling in just enough to frame his silhouette.
He filled the doorway completely, a towering figure blotting out what little light there was, nothing but a dark mass of shoulders and legs.
You watched as he slowly descended the steps, each step he took down into the stairwell made him loom larger, his shadow stretching long over you, swallowing you whole.
You then saw the axe, glinting and taunting you as he drew closer and closer, the sound of its heavy metal head scraping the walls growing louder.
‘What did you do to her?’ Your voice was meek, shuffling back in the dark to try and add some distance between you.
He didn't bother with an answer - instead he only laughed harder, the noice raw and bellowing as he widened his smile.
His final step down onto the cobble flooring silenced everything - the groan of the wooden steps, the echo of his laughter.
Even your own breath stilled, caught in your chest as though holding it could somehow make you invisible, though his gaze had already pinned you in place, digging straight into your soul.
The only thing between you both was Catherine's poor lifeless body and you sobbed harder.
This was it.
‘Save your sorrow dolly, she was no less filthy than that sly husband of yours.’
Gone was his humour, his expression was cracked and on edge - tip lip lifting as his nose twitched in aggression.
You shook your head, crawling up onto your hunches - knees slipping in the dark crimson bath.
‘You’re wrong, she..she wasn’t like that at all! She loved you Adriel…so much-‘ You were cut off by your own scream as he lurched at you, the axe swinging dangerously close to your head.
You scrambled back, crying out your pleas as he erupted into a fireball of anger.
The sharp edge of the blade imbedded itself into the one of the wooden beams surrounding you, the sound of the wood chopping and falling away.
He left it there as he moved in on you, his huge mass of a body moving too quick and too swift.
He gripped your throat once again, pulling you up from the floor so much so that the tips of your toes barely brushed the ground.
‘Is that what you think?’ He taunted, daring you to disagree with him again.
You pressed your lips together, your face soaked in your tears as they ran down your cheeks. There was no way they didnt run along his hand, his hold on you tighter then it had been before.
‘Is that what she told you hm? That she loved me?..that she loved you?’
His face broke into a grin and within a second he had lowered you back down to the floor, his grip on your neck still strong as he turned you both around.
He made you face towards the stairs, stepping closer so his front was to your back.
You felt trapped as he held you, now stood between him and his wife’s corpse.
You ears pricked like a dog’s, hypersensitive to any sound he made, as he reached just ahead - the metal buckle of his dungarees clinking as he took hold of the light cord, tugging with little effort.
You flinched as the light sputtered, dimming before flooding the dingy room with a dark wavering orange glow.
Nausea twisted in your gut, yet you couldn’t stop your gaze from sinking to the floor before you.
Some dark, perverse part of you was curious, compelled, though you had never witnessed anything like this before.
You swallowed, Adriel’s hand loosening his hold on your throat slightly as if to let you.
You gagged again, your whole body convulsing as the scene tore itself deeper into your vision.
Every detail screamed at you - too vivid, too raw to look away from.
Her blood wasn’t just seeping, it gushjed in rivers, thick and dark, pooling beneath her like the floor itself was trying to drink her dry.
Her skin wasn’t just torn - it was shredded, cleaved open in jagged layers where the axe had struck again and again, carving flesh until bone showed and peeked through.
Chunks of muscle hung loose and her limbs looked hacked at in desperation…as if he had been determined to sever them but had missed his mark over and over..until nothing resembled what it once was.
You choked on your sobs, hands pressed to your mouth to cage the scream clawing its way up, while his grip on you only tightened, forcing you to witness every grotesque detail.
You trembled violently, body quaking as you shoved back against him, desperate to put even an inch of distance between yourself and her..between yourself and the image already burning itself into your mind.
‘Shh, shh…’ His whisper was low and coaxing, almost tender if not for the iron grip at your throat.
He bent into your space, long strands of black hair brushing your skin, his nose grazing the hollow beneath your ear.
‘Look, dolly. See anything familiar?’ he goaded, his fingers tightening around your throat before giving you a slight, taunting shake.
Your head lolled, your body caught between hyperdrive and complete shutdown.
You obeyed, you had no choice.
His eyes were on you, waiting and you knew you’d do anything, anything, to avoid ending up like her.
You had already seen what he was capable of and the thought of him turning that same violence on you..or worse made your entire frame quake.
You forced yourself to look, to trace her ruined body from head to toe.
Her pale, rolled-back eyes seemed to mock you as you scanned but then your stomach sank further. The dress, ripped, shredded and soaked through.
However it still carried the trace of a delicate, fairy-like design.
One you knew.
One that was yours.
Your lips trembled.
‘Is…is that my dress?’ You stammered, praying you had guessed right. A desperate attempt to satisfy him, to give him what he wanted before he forced you closer.
The sound he made was low, approving - almost affectionate.
A hum of contentment as if you had pleased him by playing your part exactly as he intended.
‘And why would a whore like her be wearing one of your pretty little dresses?’ he murmured, voice edged with cruel amusement as he gave you a sharp nudge.
His grip shifted, steering you forward, slowly and deliberately, toward where she lay crumpled.
You whimpered, digging your heels into the ground in a desperate attempt to resist, your feet skidding uselessly as his strength dragged you closer regardless.
‘I don’t know! Please just stop, I don’t want to look anymore!’ you begged, your voice breaking, shrill and desperate.
In an instant, his grip shifted.
He released your throat only to seize your waist with both hands, spinning you around so violently it knocked the air from your lungs.
The sudden change in him was terrifying - the softness gone, replaced by raw anger and frustration.
You sobbed harder, your body wracked with helpless shudders.
‘Think!’ He hissed, his voice cracking with feral demand as he shook you hard enough to rattle your teeth.
Your hands shot up to shield your face, swiping at the hot tears streaming down your cheeks.
‘Move your hands. Now.’
You folded in on yourself, gasping for breath, retreating into a child’s defense as if hiding could undo him.
Slowly and with shaking hands you lowered your them, eyes swollen and raw. Your lips trembling as a pitiful whimper escaped.
The sight seemed to ignite him.
His gaze devoured you - wild and hungry, a predator desperate to force you to see what he wanted.
His eyes burned with the ferocity of a starving beast and you knew he wouldn’t stop until you gave him what he demanded.
There was also something disturbingly intimate in the way he looked at you, as though your fear itself was precious to him.
‘I honestly don’t know.’ you forced out, trying to level your voice.
‘The only way she could’ve got hold of your clothes,’ he murmured, letting the words draw out like a knife, ‘..was if she had been in your house.’ His gaze burned into you, unrelenting.
‘Who do you think opened the door for her?’
You went still.
The truth slid into your bones like ice water, numbing and suffocating.
For months, months, you had bared yourself to her, confessing every insecurity, every fracture in your marriage, every secret you thought was safe.
And all along, she had been the source of it.
She had been in your house.
In your bed.
In your clothes.
Anger surged hot and violent, curling your hands into fists at your sides.
Your chest heaved with the weight of it but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Adriel - not when it meant that you had to face that he had been right all along.
But none of it could excuse what he had done.
You looked up at him with a newfound confidence.
‘You murdered her.’ The words fell from you like a verdict, cold and final. He grinned at you, slow and pleased.
He closed the distance, hauling you belly to belly until you could feel the hard press of him against your ribs. You didn’t react, part of you felt already dead.
‘You disgust me,’ you spat, each syllable a blade. ‘All this because you couldn’t stomach your wife running into another man’s arms.’
Something in him then snapped.
The grin peeled away, his eyes narrowed until nothing but a void was left. Veins stood out along his jaw, the calm folding into something raw and cold.
His hands tightened on your waist until the ribs beneath your breastbone pressed sharp and hot.
You couldn’t breathe, a gargled sound leaving your lips.
He let go as if your small, ragged sound meant nothing.
In the same movement he pivoted to the battered wooden beam where the axe was buried, the metal wedge still driven home.
He wrenched it free, the blade came out with a wet, tearing pop, wood splinters scattering across the floor.
The axe head swung heavy on its shaft, a living weight in his hands.
For the first time you saw the plan behind his actions as he moved with the efficiency of someone who had practiced violence until it was muscle-memory.
You saw an opening and without hesitationjn took it, adrenaline shoving you forward like a tidal tide.
You whirled around, lungs burning and for one wild second you thought you might make it.
If you could just put distance between you and that dark, swarm of anger he'd become.
Catherine's body lay between you and the stairs leading to the basement door, a grotesque obstacle blocking your path out.
You tried to vault her - one frantic, clumsy step to get over the contorted limbs of her body.
As soon as you had made it over her, spearing her with one last farewell in your head, you lunged for the steps but as soon as you grazed the bottom step with the sole of your foot, you felt the whoosh from his axe.
The wooden step under you vibrated as it was violently pieced beside your foot, cracking and popping as he retracted the weapon.
You screamed, hands reaching for the banister and you tried to climb your way up.
He was on you in an instant, his large oversized paw grabbing and twisting your ankle cruelly before he dragged you right back downto hell.
You landed on top of her, horror clawing its way out your throat before he descended onto you, crushing your body into hers.
‘Stupid little girl.’ His voice shook with rage, the axe still in his hold - except now he had replaced the wooden handle with the metal head.
He pressed the blade to your cheek and you could feel that whatever blood was left on it was smearing across your cheek.
‘Murderer!’ You batted back at him, turning your face from the blade as you looked towards the stairs, praying that someone, anyone, would save you.
You sobbed to yourself, feeling his unwavering crazed gaze on you, your irritated eyes starting up again as clear streams left them.
‘Cry for her all you want…but your mouth belongs to me now.’
His words were low and firm and you faltered - he was heard but you couldn’t listen.
He snarled something guttural under his breath, the words lost in his teeth as his grip shifted from the axe’s flat edge.
Fingers like iron clamped your jaw, wrenching your head toward him until your lips crashed against his.
It wasn’t a kiss, it was a violation.
His mouth crushed yours, teeth cutting as if he was trying to eat you whole.
You tried to turn away but the harder you squirmed, the deeper he pressed, shoving you down into Catherine’s cold flesh until her stiff arms and his crushing weight pinned you between the dead and the crazed.
The taste of iron bled into your tongue as his laugh rumbled low in his chest, vibrating through the brutal press of his mouth as his teeth caught on your lip.
His kiss wasn’t tender, was barely even human - it was a claim, a punishment, tainting his hunger across you as though branding you his.
You screwed your face up, the disgust piling up inside you all until you felt like you could explode with it.
Before you could even think it through, your lips curled into a snarl of your own - your teeth lowering into his feigning ones.
You felt the flesh give way as you bit down, your hold on him with your teeth just as tight as the one he had on your face.
You heard a low growl rumble deep in his chest as his hand slipped viciously from your jaw down to your throat, closing like a steel trap and cutting off your airways before he tore his mouth yours.
Blood was streaking down his lip, fresh and dark where you had wounded him.
For a heartbeat he just stared at you, chest heaving,
The look on his face was electric…alive in a way that chilled you to your bones.
He looked intoxicated, drunk on the sight of your struggle as if the mix of pain and defiance had lit something inside him no one had before.
His smile was a slash of red, his teeth stained but his gaze was all hunger - feral, unstoppable and frighteningly pleased.
‘Keep fighting,’ He purred. ‘I want to see it..’
Leaning up on his hunches, knees on either side of your shuddering waist, you cried out as he took his other hand - clawing at the bust of your dress before he ripped it in a downwards motion.
The flimsy fabric gave way almost immediately, the sound sickly and humiliating.
You were bared down to your stomach, nipples puckering up into hardened pebbles as the basement’s cold atmosphere swarmed over your newly exposed skin.
‘I want to feel you break.’ He finalised, grinning so hard that his face almost morphed right in front of you.
You could almost imagine it - horns jutting sharp from his temples, a sinuous tail lashing behind him.
In the wavering light he looked like Satan himself, risen from the pit to drag you down with him.
You sobbed, watching with horrified eyes as he leaned his head down over you - your stomach hollowed inward as a means to escape his intentions.
‘Fucking..get off!’ You spluttered, still unable to take in a full breath before you felt it.
The heat from his tongue was vile and wet, landing just above your pelvis before he slowly and deliberately made his way up.
He dipped his tongue into your bellybutton as he went, his grin growing more feral as he cruelly savoured the salty taste of your terrified sweat.
You thrashed left and right, your hands reaching into his dark hair to yank and pull his roots - anything to push him off but he remained unwavering, indulging on you - all the way up between the valley of your breasts.
His eyes were hooded, lazily watching you and all the cute little expressions you were making.
Unable to take his gaze anymore, you threw your head back - the harsh knowledge that you were both still piled on top of his dead wife slammed you when you felt the hardness of her head, your own aching painfully from the hit.
‘I ought to wash your filthy mouth out with soap.’ He rumbled before he took his other hand, now free after tearing into your dress, and shoved the tips of his middle and ring finger between the gap of your top and bottom teeth.
Hr angled your head back down to him with a harsh pull, stubborn and cruel.
You froze in your shock and he took the opportunity effortlessly, forcing his fingers in until he couldn’t anymore.
You gagged on the salty, metallic taste - images of what he had been doing with these same hands mere hours ago flooding your mind.
The nausea in the pit of your stomach grew heavier, your body retching as you gagged.
The hold on your throat continued to push you further down, the pressure rising until you felt like both you and Catherine would burst through the floor.
He watched, chuckling as he leaned down to your chest. The cold tip of his nose ran gently along your skin, a sickly contrast.
Eventually, his slipped his fingers back so they rested just on your tongue and you heaved, the following silence of the basement left you feeling hopeless and defeated.
You were stuck down here with a madman who had nothing to lose.
You didn’t want to think anymore, losing your eyes as you cried to yourself.
His hair brushed your skin, goosebumps rising in his wake until you felt the heat of his mouth again, this time closing around one of your nipples before suckling.
You felt your knees twitch, itching closer together as your body naturally responded to the unexpected simulation - your mind screaming as you how wrong this was.
He was going to kill you!
You hissed when his teeth teased before biting down, his head pulling back and taking the sensitive peak with him - tugging callously before letting you go.
You attempted to plead him, a gargled ‘Please’ and ‘Let me go’ landing on deaf ears. Instead he just switched to the other, reining the some attention until your nipples felt raw and pulsed.
‘Go on, beg..’ He murmured, ripping his fingers from your mouth before using those same wet digits as he twirled and tugged on one of your hardened buds again.
‘Cath did the same..except she didn’t get so wet.’ He humoured darkly and you whined, shame flooding your bloodstream - hius dark chuckles featherlight against your skin, so hypersensitive to his every movement that you could feel the gaps in his breathing.
Shutting your eyes, you willed your mind to leave your body, locking into his pattered breathes against your skin and hoping your body would numb itself long enough for him to finish whatever the fuck this was.
A sick part of you wished for him to embed his axe in your throat now, was this really a life worth living?
A cheating husband.
A lying best friend.
And a murderous neighbour.
‘Let’s take a look shall we?’ His sentence made you flinch, eyes briefly opening to see that his were already trained on you - dimples popping as he smugly grinned like a cat that got the cream.
You didn’t give him the satisfaction of your begging, tipping your chin away as you felt him remove the ripped remnants of your tainted white dress.
‘How sweet.’
Your lip trembled at his voice, dripping with a newfound need as the frills of your undies came into view.
‘So innocent.. and soft..’ He wasn’t even talking to you anymore, muttering to himself as he trailed down your stomach.
You firmly pressed your lips together and tensed your stomach, his bites on his way down painful and blood-thirsty.
‘I’m sure it’s eating you alive up there.’ He addressed you once more and you peeped down at him.
For once he wasn’t looking at you - eyes solely trained on your restless body.
‘What kind of fool could turn such a delicate flower away for a weed.’ His tone gained a vicious bite towards the end, his hair brushing you as he turned his head back up. His face was serious, any ounce of mockery gone.
His sincerity irked you.
Not because he was wrong…but because what he said had indeed been the truth.
Every night you plucked, pulled and shaved yourself raw, scrubbed your skin pink, slathered yourself in the latest lavender creams from down market. ..you made sure not a single sliver of hair was out of place for your husband and for what?
For him to go dump himself into the nearest whore.
Fresh tears burned your eyes, your lip trembling under the weight of the truth.
Your self-pity was silenced by the insistent tug at your cotton panties.
Your tears fell harder.
‘Not me.’ He whispered before you felt your legs being abruptly pulled apart.
Bear-like hands, far too large to be handling you, pressing flat on the inside of your trembling thighs.
You whimpered as he lifted your knees, your ass lifting slightly from his brute strength as he descended onto your fresh with a feverish hunger.
His tongue was just a large as the rest of him, your lips opening to beautifully for him. Just like a real flower..
You felt him hum hungrily against you before his movements turned almost animalistic.
You could feel the bluntness of his teeth as he sucked one of yours lips into his mouth, sucking harshly until it felt swollen and tender. You struggled against him, back arching at the new sensation.
He was filthy and disgusting.
He quickly moved to the other, repeating the exact same action until your pussy was pulsating with need, your juices dribbling out of you and you flinched at the thought of who they were dripping down onto.
‘Please stop this Adriel.’ You pleaded once more, your tone shifting lower…more needy.
He ignored you.
Instead, he swirled his tongue back down to your sprouting source, lips smacking lewdly as he shoved his tongue into your shallow channel - wedging himself so deep that his nose was pressed to your untouched bud.
You hated the moan that escaped your lips almost as much as the thought of him actually listening to you.
You could feel his long locks of hair brushing your skin as he shook his head, almost as in he was trying to consume you from the inside.
You could feel his tongue moving back and forth out of you, dragging more and more clear wetness with him until he finally moved up to where you were pulsing for him.
You sobbed as his mouth wrapped your clit in heat, sucking just as harshly as he had done to your nipples and lips.
It was loud and messy, the wet sounds scrambling your thoughts as you struggled to pull back and twist out his grip.
‘It’s too much, stop it!’ You begged, hands moving to where his head was - pushing at his slick forehead until he broke away with a sickening pop!
He glared at you - the silence between you, broken only by your combined heavy breathing, tightening around you both.
Neither of you spoke for a beat…until you felt the heat of his body slip away from you completely, your legs like jelly - still open and painfully vulnerable.
Your eyes tracked him until his hand hooked around your leg, dragging you off Catherine’s limp body - the shift disturbing as you almost felt her almost come with you
He yanked you up before shoving you back down, your hands barely saving your face from slapping into the cold concrete as your belly hit the floor.
His sudden movements and manhandling left no room for arguments as you felt him wrap his arms into the dip of your waist and thighs from behind, roughly pulling you up until your lower body was completely off the ground, the blood flooding to your head.
Since he was only kneeling behind you, your elbows balanced your upper body - the position depraved and degrading as he granted himself full access to you.
‘Do not disturb me again.’ His tone was final and you braced yourself - body jerking, unbalanced, as you tried to steady yourself.
Immediately he reined punishment to your sensitive and newly exposed nub, biting and sucking repeated until you screamed and wiggled in his hold - your fight just as unrelenting as his suction to the poor bundle of raw nerves.
‘Stop, please-I’m..fuck begging you Adriel, it hurts.’ You cried over and over again and still he didn’t let up, only pausing to retrace his way back to your hole to gather more of your addictive taste, groaning to himself.
‘So sensitive hm?’ Your tears dripped from your eyes as he paused, his nose tracing your lips and sniffing, inhaling your scent.
‘Your no-good husband never trained you to have your cute little cunt ate?’ He questions before you felt one of his arms wrap around you more secularly, pulling you tigher to his frame to balance you better as his other slid free - moving to trail two thick fingers over your pulsing pussy-hole.
You half moaned half screamed as he wedged a single digit inside - immediately curling towards himself in a come hither motion.
The sensation mixed with the blood flowing to your face was enough to send you over the edge, thighs shaking uncontrollable as he continued to fuck you brutally with his finger, the warmth of his mouth returning as he listening to you peak.
‘Such a good girl for me dolly.’ His voice dripped with need.
You kicked and wailed, the feeling new and unfamiliar - your body felt reduced to an exposed nerve and he pressed against it with deliberate cruelty.
Pushing you harder, he slipped his second finger in along with the first - breaching your tightness with a stubborn forced that refused to do anything but push deeper until his knuckles were pressed flush to your pussylips.
You couldn’t even decipher the noises that left your mouth, babbles and nonsense leaving your cute like fucked out face.
The noises coming from above were disgustingly loud and obscene as he thrusted them mercilessly into you, over and over again.
Adriel grinned as he felt your little pussy open up more with each thrust.
‘No more.’ The breathless words left you as you heaved, trying to recontrol your haywire body.
‘How are you supposed to take my cock in this tight little hole if you don’t let me stretch you out?’ He muttered in between gentle kisses to your clit, gasps leaving you after every one as you shook your head.
‘Please, fuck just- just not that. I’m married Adriel and I cant- I wont.’ Your words were fast and shaking, your elbows begging to ache from holding your weight - shaking with your lack of strength.
His kisses stopped, the heavy sigh he let out blowing air onto your raw pussy.
You winced when you felt him slow his fingers before retracting from inside you, the sound shameful and loud from your wetness.
Of course before he pulled his hand away completely he ran his fingers and down, softly swirling your clit before reaching and pulling back the small hood of skin that hid the complete nerve from him. You shut your eyes in embarrassment, knowing he was staring and that there was nothing you could do about it - you let him, the strain in your body easing slightly in compliance.
He hummed contently to your response.
‘Such a pretty flower.’
Was the last thing he said before he slowly released you, easing you back piece by piece as you felt your body regulate again. He stayed on his knees, watching as he laid you on your side.
The sudden tenderness felt unnerving but you didn’t dare open your mouth, instead you chose to just clench your thighs together and lift your calfs to somewhat cover you.
You looked at his ragged breathing, his wide shoulders heaving as you regarded eachother in silence, the reality of what just happened slapping you in the face.
Never before had you done anything like that.
You didn’t even know such filth could happen between people.
You hated how much you wanted the feeling of his heat on you again.
Bowing your head in shame, overwhelmed by the craving gnawing at you, you stared at the floor. A disgrace, no better than a whore and you knew it.
Adriel could see your turmoil and he fought back the smirk that wanted to peek out, such an innocent thing. Loyal to a fault, like a dog that stays at its master’s heel - no matter how much he mistreated and used you.
Licking his lips, he savoured your taste before reaching over and taking your white little frills - the material soft and delicate against his callouses. Shamelessly, he lifted it - catching your eyes once again as he inhaled.
Your lips parted, brows furrowing as you watched him, thighs twitching as your body fought your brain.
Silently, he stood as he pulled the material away from his nose, he cocking to the side as he reached his full height.
So small..
He blinked away his own want, taking another whiff before he turned his back to you, steps heavy as he walked to where he had laid his whore wife to die.
He almost felt bad having to leave her filth down here with you..
‘Adriel..?’ You reached out, lifting yourself to sit up - shivering as you covered your breasts with both arms.
What was he doing?
He wasn’t going to leave you here to rot was he..?
Your panic returned as your breaths turned rapid, disbelief and hurt swallowing you whole. You watched him reach for his axe before pausing, his shoulders beginning to shake - quiet and restrained chuckles filling the basement.
His figure moved further and further away until you could hear the sad creaking steps groaning under his weight, one by one as he began to ascend them.
You scrambled to your knees, your nakedness adding a whole new layer of entrapment.
‘Please don’t leave me here.’ You begged, the darkness feeling as though it was now suffocating you.
He didn’t falter at your plea, continuing his trek until the squeak of the basement door opened..
‘Death do you part indeed.’
Then he was gone, door slamming shut behind him.
Apologies if the ending feels rushed at all, I really just didnt want this sitting in my drafts. Left the ending a lil open, tell me what you think
synopsis. as a daughter of the smurl’s, you have to watch your dog sadie while everyone else has gone out for the night. when you see the lights flickering in the basement, you summon up all your courage to take a look at what — or who — is trying to play tricks on you. after, you can’t decide if that’s been a good decision or a bad one.
warnings. [ SMUT; DUB-CON ] predator-prey-dynamic, unprotected piv, fingering, involuntary groinal response, exploration play??, teasing, psychological torture, sadism, knife play (well he’s got an axe), no aftercare
a/n. THIS TOOK SO LONG OMG I’M SORRY. i know this is gonna flop bc the hype is over but i’m still gonna publish it. enjoy
8k words
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“Yeah, yeah,” you called over your shoulder dismissively, not suppressing an eye-roll.
Heather cautiously stood a few feet away from the stairs, arms crossed over her chest and face contorted in a mixture of impatience and fear. She had been urging you for the past ten minutes to retrieve the vodka she kept hidden behind the old paint cans in the far corner of the basement, a secret stash your parents would ground her for if they ever discovered it. Fortunately for her, your parents were gone for the night. As well as everyone else, except for your dog Sadie and you.
You had originally planned to go out as well, being glad to be able to escape this house for some hours, but your mother insisted that Sadie would not stay home alone. As the eldest daughter, the job of the dog sitter therefore fell to you.
“Just hurry up, will you? Jordan’s already waiting outside,” she whined.
Friends from her school had invited her to what she dramatically described as ‘the party of the year’, to which she was already late. A situation you were now forced to deal with. Though maybe it would do her well to distract herself from the ghosts and the demons, and drink herself into oblivion instead. An activity you would find delight in as well, if it weren’t for the dog.
Heather didn’t dare to step one foot into the basement anymore since the incident. It wasn’t simple stubbornness or teenage dramatics, you knew this. Even now, standing at the top of the stairs, her eyes darted nervously to the darkness below, as if expecting something to emerge from the shadows at any moment.
Despite your annoyance at having to be her errand runner, you couldn’t blame her. Not after what she claimed to have seen.
It had happened to her first — A tall man chasing her with an axe, she had explained through hiccups and sobs. In that moment, you hadn’t believed it and your father hadn’t either. Your sister was strange, sometimes, and you dismissed it as a simple nightmare or a weird looking shadow, like mistaking a jacket on a hangar for a figure or something.
Everyone knew these types of optical illusions, mere tricks of the mind. Light of the next day made the supposed evil vanish all the same, letting nightmares fade and shadows disappear.
Only this didn’t happen. Not this time.
The very same night, a sickening scream had echoed through the house, ripping your entire family from their dreams.
Hectically scrambling out of your bed, you had sprinted towards the bedroom of your parents, finding your mother with tear-streaked cheeks and wide, glassy eyes. You had never seen her like this before, never seen such horror mirroring in her gaze.
As she recounted her experience, her voice trembled with the knowledge of how crazy it sounded to anyone else. A floating husband, a demonic figure with a twisted grin lurking at the foot of the bed. Yet she knew, what she witnessed was undeniably real.
Little Carin had told you something similar. A ’scary woman with a grin’ had picked up her favorite baby doll. Deep-set, hauntingly pale eyes, she had described, the mouth stretched wider than humanely possible, showing rows of unsettling teeth.
Even though you hadn’t witnessed these instances yourself, your skepticism was eliminated entirely on the day that Dawn had coughed up literal shards of glass at the breakfast table, shattering any remaining doubts about what was happening in your home. The horrifying scene has left you traumatized with vivid memories that refused to leave. The mental image of her blood spraying violently over the counter top and pooling on the floor was still freshly burned into your mind, resurfacing every time you closed your eyes.
Heather has cried and begged to move away from this haunted place, but you simply couldn’t afford it. Besides, finding a new home large enough to accommodate your entire family plus the dog would be nearly impossible.
It was that mirror, you knew. Ever since that damn thing got into the house, it seemed your life has turned into a real life horror movie while your entire family slowly fell into madness.
Fear was constantly and firmly lodged behind your ribs and clawing up your neck, making the fine hairs on your arms stand, as these stories whirled through your head every waking second. Until now, nothing has happened to you, and a nauseating dread coiled in your stomach for days. It — whatever it was — would get you, eventually.
The old, wooden stairs to the basement creaked with every step as you made your way down. Nobody wanted to go there anymore, not since everything that happened. To top it all off, for whatever stupid reason the only light switch was at the bottom of the stairs, making the entire way down scarier than these haunted houses in amusement parks with jumpscares at every turn.
A gulp wet your dry throat and you felt your breath shiver as it passed your lips.
A sudden, shrill voice sliced through the silence, making you flinch so violently you almost slipped. Your stomach lurched as your foot missed the step. “Did you find it?”
Your hand shot out to grab the railing, saving you from tumbling down. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears like a drum. Taking a deep breath, you felt the initial shock fade into annoyance toward your sister. “I’m still on the stairs, asshole.”
Forcing yourself to take another step, you continued downward. Each step felt heavier than the last as you descended further into the darkness. The basement air was cold and stale, carrying a hint of mustiness. You could barely make out the shapes of storage boxes and forgotten furniture in the dim light filtering from upstairs.
A breath of relief flooded through your lungs, when you finally reached the light switch and lighted up the room. The sudden illumination chased away the darkness, revealing the familiar concrete floor and the water-stained walls you’d known your entire life.
Taking a sweeping glance around the cluttered space, everything looked normal — The old wooden shelves lined with dusty decorations, cardboard boxes of forgotten childhood toys, rusty tools hanging on the far wall, right above the buckets. Nothing seemed out of place. For now, at least, the basement appeared to be just a basement.
With quick steps you closed the distance to the paint cans where Heather told you to look, and knelt down before it. The rough stone stung slightly against your bare knees, but you paid it no mind. Scraped knees were the least of your worries right now.
While rummaging through the buckets of paint and shoving aside dusty containers, you couldn’t help but think about how ridiculously stupid your sister was to hide her vodka here of all places. And now you had to see it through so she could get hammered without you.
After several moments of uncomfortable searching, your fingers finally closed around cool glass. Relief washed over you as you pulled it out from its hiding place, revealing a bottle that was not even half full anymore.
You huffed. All this effort for a few gulps of liver damage.
Suddenly, a sound from somewhere behind you made you almost jump out of your skin so violently, you nearly toppled into the boxes of cans and smashed your head against one wobbly shelve.
A chuckle. A deep chuckle resonated through the walls, making the blood freeze in your veins.
A gasp passed your lips and you whirled around abruptly, eyes widening as the sound cut through the silence. Your free hand pressed desperately against the wall, fingers splayed wide as you sought balance against the firm surface. Your other hand was gripping the vodka bottle so tightly your knuckles turned pale, as if you intended to crush the glass into pieces.
Wide eyes frantically searched across every dark corner, scanned every crevice. But no matter how long you stared, the space remained empty. No grinning woman, no axe man, no nothing. Nothing but the familiar clutter and dust.
For what felt like an eternity you were seemingly frozen in place, as if someone had paralyzed you on the spot. Your heart was hammering against your ribcage and your breath came out in short bursts, louder than you intended and louder than you liked.
What the actual fuck.
You stood frozen for several more seconds, listening intently while clutching the bottle like it was your life source. The longer you mentally repeated the chuckle, the more you started to doubt your hearing. The memory faded until you couldn’t recall it anymore, eventually questioning if you even heard it at all.
“Are you okay?” your sister’s annoyingly anxious voice almost made you flinch into the shelve a second time.
You cleared your throat softly. “Yeah. Got it.”
Maybe it had been something else, simply sounding similar and your imagination had constructed something scary due to your spiked adrenaline and lingering fear. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you, the constant anxiety letting you imagine things that weren’t even there. Whatever it was, it made everything in you scream at yourself to get out of there.
Shakily, you stood. Both hands curled around the bottle and with a heart as loud as a drum, you sprinted back towards the stairs. Your socks practically flew across the cold floor, hauling yourself onto the stairs and jumping up without switching off the light — The electricity bill was the least of your concerns.
As soon as your feet reached the upper step, you halted, bottle still clutched to your heaving chest. For a moment, you stood still, letting yourself bathe in the light of the hallway. Your shoulders slumped as tension drained from your body, and a long, shuddering breath escaped your lungs. Your fingers slowly loosened their grip.
Nothing had happened. You were fine. You were safe.
With slow, measured steps you walked around the corner, being met with the sight of Heather frantically typing on her phone, a concentrated frown etched into her brows. Her head shot up as soon as you came into her view and she snatched the vodka out of your hand without wasting a single second.
“Thanks, you’re the best,” Heather exclaimed. “Bye!”
Before you could even respond, she already bolted across the entrance hall and slammed the front door shut. Just like that, she was gone, leaving you alone in the sudden stillness of the house. The silence felt heavy now, broken only by Sadie’s soft panting coming from the next room. Finding the sudden loneliness to be suffocating, you pattered into the living room and the golden fur of your retriever eased some tension in your muscles.
“Come, Sadie,” you called out, making her head turn and ears perk up, before she followed you into the kitchen. When she realised you were reaching for her favorite cupboard and pull out her kibble, she politely and patiently sat down in front of her bowl. The only evidence of her excitement was her tail wagging.
After filling up her bowl with dog food, you took a seat next to her on the kitchen floor with crossed legs. You leaned your head against the wall with a sigh, trying to make sense of this mess. But everything seemed illogical and not rational at all. These demons, spirits or whatever they were, were part of a dark, ancient power you doubted any human on earth was able to fathom.
Your family was haunted. A sentence you would’ve laughed at, if someone had said this to you a few weeks ago.
You tried to concentrate on Sadie’s steady chewing, tried to banish any negative thoughts and just make it through this night. Your hand came up to scratch behind her ear, feeling the soft fur thread through your fingers and finding comfort in her solid presence. At least dogs couldn’t be possessed. Could they? You quickly pushed that thought away, not being able to afford spiraling further into paranoia when you were alone in the house with hours to go before anyone returned.
Thoughts of how confusing this must be for a dog — Not being able to understand what was happening nor grasp the concept of there being supernatural entities or creatures that could harm you. Though neither could you, really. You two had something in common in that sense.
When she abruptly raised her head the next moment, clearly alert, it startled you.
“What’s wrong, girl?” you murmured, and she began to growl — which she rarely ever did. You gulped.
Abandoning her half-eaten dinner, she jogged into the hallway and began to bark. “Shhh,” you tried to calm her, petting her back, but with no success. She seemed agitated, distressed, continuing to bark at nothing.
And then your gaze followed hers, and fell on the stairs leading down to the basement.
Oh.
Oh, fuck, no.
A golden glow still shone from below, since you hadn’t switched off the light earlier in your panicked haste, and this made the basement seem even more eerie and unsettling than it already was.
When the lights from below started to flicker all of a sudden, it felt like ice fingers wrapped around your ribs. Sadie’s barks turned into whimpers as you stood frozen, a few paces away from the stairs.
And there you were, scared shitless in the comfort of your own home.
But your fear was slowly morphing into something else — A hot, seething frustration that bubbled up from your gut and spread through your chest. You were tired of this, tired of being afraid in your own home, tired of jumping at shadows and sounds. You’d lived here your entire life, and you wouldn’t let a few dead people with too much free time take that away from you.
You straightened your spine, shoulders squaring as a stubborn determination settled into your bones. You were tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop, tired of the constant dread that had been weighing on you for weeks. The anger felt good. Cleaner than the fear, sharper and more useful. It cleared your head, pushed back against the paralyzing terror that had kept you frozen.
If you could face whatever lurked down there, maybe you could find out a weakness, a way to defeat it. Just maybe. And the only way to find out was to try.
“It’s okay,” you said more to yourself than the dog.
Maybe you were being stupid. Maybe this was exactly how people died in horror movies. But at this point, you almost didn’t care. Living in constant fear wasn’t really living at all.
With a stubborn certainty you decided, you were going down there.
Forcing your feet to move forward, you approached the stairs, ignoring how your heart was hammering against your ribcage like it wanted to burst out of your chest.
“Stay,” you commanded Sadie, and she did.
One step after the other, you descended down the stairs. The flickering didn’t stop, it even seemed to increase.
Halfway down, you stopped to look back up at Sadie, who still sat obediently where you had told her to wait. But in the same moment you wanted to turn your head forward again, a shadow caught your attention from the corner of your eye. A shadow of a figure.
A gasp escaped you, head snapping toward the dark shape, though you found nothing but emptiness.
The lights kept flickering — until they weren’t, plunging you into darkness.
“What the fuck,” you whispered into nothing.
You tried to get your eyes accustomed to the sudden darkness by blinking rapidly. It took a few moments, but while straining to squint into the darkness, you could swear you saw the same dark silhouette as a few seconds ago: The silhouette of a person. A man.
As soon as the lamp gleamed once again, he was gone. Gone like he had never been there in the first place.
Your fingers cramped around the railing. Realisation hit you like a slap in the face — That thing was toying with you. It now dawned on you, that the chuckle earlier had in fact not been your imagination. Whatever this demon wanted, he purposely played with you, making you hear him laugh, making you see the outline of him for only a split second.
He wanted to scare you. To haunt you, make you doubt your senses before… whatever it was he planned to do with you.
A stubborn frown settled onto your features, as you kept moving despite your agitation. When you finally reached the light switch, you quickly switched it off, ending this stupid game. Only the light from upstairs shone in through the doorway and illuminated you.
You stood still, for a few moments. Waiting. Daring him to act.
When nothing happened, you huffed and eventually turned back around. Maybe nothing would happen after all, maybe your dread had been for nothing—
A dark chuckle reached your ears, again, and made goosebumps erupt all over your skin. The same dark chuckle from earlier, only it seemed louder. Closer.
Staring back into the dark, you forced a frown onto your features instead of the scared expression of a little girl. “You don’t scare me.” To your own surprise, your voice did not waver. You could be brave, you convinced yourself.
In a moment of courage, you walked a few steps back down.
“Leave my family alone!” you raised your voice. “You can’t do anything to—”
Apparently, this was a really stupid thing to say, because the lights flicked back on — And there he stood. Suddenly, and menacingly. Real, and alive.
Your eyes widened in horror, the fear returning to your chest and squeezing your lungs in its iron grip. As much as your mind screamed at you to flee, every joint in your body was stuck. Locked, unable to move. The man in overalls loomed in front of the wall opposite from you, the mere sight of him unnerving.
When your eyes focused on his face, your mouth ran dry. Pale skin stretched over sharp bones, the veins on his face visible like black rivers crawling beneath the surface. Dark hair hung around his face in greasy strands and ended beneath his shoulders. Deep-sunken, eerily bright eyes stared back at you, gaze shimmering with a malicious joy that made a shiver run down your spine. His mouth was the worst — Lips pulled into an impossibly wide grin, showing jagged teeth. Blackness seemed to permantly cling to his mouth, as if the dark itself lived inside him and leaked out through his teeth.
Then your gaze fell on his arm, where dark veins shone through the lifeless skin as well, and your eyes eventually settled on the axe in his hand. His fingers, the tips blackened as well, were gripping the axe handle almost casually. The knuckles weren’t clenching around it, but seemed relaxed.
You violently flinched backwards, when he started walking towards you all of a sudden. His steps were heavy against the floor and his strides quicker than you would’ve expected for such a tall man. All while another bone-chilling laugh erupted from his throat, stretching the corners of his mouth even further, letting you stare into the pitch-black nothingness of his mouth.
Unfortunately for you, you forgot what you were standing on, and you stumbled backwards. The step behind you hit your calf and made you fall. A grunt passed your lips, hands desperately searching hold to pull yourself up as his boots thumped on the ground, closing in on you fast.
Run, rang in your head over and over again.
Finding footing, you scrambled up the stairs in a frenzy of hands and knees, panting and whimpering as you heard his laugh come closer, and closer behind you. A bolt of panic surged through you, lighting up every nerve in terror and making your body move before your mind even caught up.
You weren’t sure how you accomplished it, but your hand reached the upper step. Almost there, you told yourself, almost out of that cursed basement. A flicker of hope began to glimmer in your chest—
—only to be extinguished an eye blink later. The door to the stairs slammed shut right in front of your face by an invisible force. You couldn’t hold back the scream that finally ripped through your throat, Sadie’s barks on the other side of the door faded as your scream and the laughter of the man behind you filled your head, your hands flinching up to clutch them over your ears.
You were trapped.
The only chance of escape was down the stairs, which meant running straight into his arms. You desperately tried to think of other possibilities, tried to make your brain come up with solutions. The adrenaline and panic made this impossible, though. Your mind was a muddled chaos, the irrationality of your thoughts increasing with every new one.
You bit your bottom lip, the pain sobering you up a bit. Fuck it, you thought, jumped to your feet, grasped the railing with both hands and hauled yourself over the barrier.
The freeing feeling of falling through the air was short-lived, and replaced by the sharp pain in your legs as you crashed onto the hard ground. Whining in pain, your knees buckled and hit the concrete. Despite catching yourself on your hands, the rough stone floor scraped open the thin skin on your knees and shins. A groan and a cough left you in exhaustion and soreness when your elbows buckled as well, making you fall almost flat on your face.
But there was no time for licking your wounds. Forcing your arms to push you up, you whipped your head around, expecting to see that stomach-clenching grin or the axe come down on you. Except he was nowhere to be seen. You frantically scanned every corner with sharp eyes, but nothing — again.
Irritation overrode your worry once more. He was playing games. Played with your mortal fear as if you were some sort of entertainment for him, and you were sick of it.
Fuck that guy.
An odd silence settled over the room, broken only by your heavy breathing. Now that he was gone, you had to act, do something smart. Keeping quiet and breathing as calm as possible, you crept through the basement, searching for something you could use as a weapon or… You didn’t even know. Just something, there had to be something.
You could still feel your heartbeat pound in your throat and goosebumps creep over your skin, as the cold seeped through your socks. A thought crossed your mind. Hide. If you couldn’t fight him, you could always hide from him. Wait out the night until your family returned.
Just as you were about to sneak into a far corner in the back, the scrape of metal against stone made you whirl around. The fact that you couldn’t quite make out where the sound came from made your anxiety spike once more.
He was the hunter, and you were the prey.
You squinted into the shadowed corners and nooks, but as soon as you turned your head back around to look for a place to hide, you were met with the terrifyingly close-up of a dirtied, checkered shirt and blue overalls.
A terrified scream escaped you as you violently flinched backwards. The shrill sound vibrated in your throat and echoed off the walls, before you hectically whirled around and sprinted away in the other direction.
Where to hide, where to hide, fuck! Where could I—
His sickening laugh followed you everywhere, no matter how fast you ran and no matter how well you hid. He was always there, always one step ahead and made sure to follow you everywhere you went in the scariest and most unsettling way possible. He was good, you had to admit, but pushed this thought away while scolding yourself silently. Weird thing to think about the man who was chasing you for fun.
You rushed under the stairs and crouched down, shielding your face with your hands so only your eyes peeked through the gaps — A poor excuse for a place to hide because he saw you go there, but the best you could find in your desperation. You had simply nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. Every attempt was useless anyway.
Another condescending chuckle showed his sadistic delight in seeing you scared, seeing you fear for your life. He wanted to break you, make your bravery crumble and vanish entirely. For what reason, you didn’t know. And you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out.
Instead of coming at you from the side, where he could easily grab you, he walked towards the stairs from the front. Slow and measured. An unsettling silence fell over the room now, broken only by your shivering breath coming out in quick bursts.
The unhurried quietness was worse than the hectic chase, you decided. Your earlier facade of courage had faded completely, leaving only a scared girl with wide, horrified eyes.
His boots thumped, before he stopped in front of the stairs and you could only stare up at his face through the gaps between the steps. He looked even scarier from where you were cowering on the cold floor with no comfort but your own arms fastened around your torso.
He was silent, now. Haunting eyes fixed on you, with that same terrifying grin still playing on his face.
For a few moments you only stared at each other — Malicious eyes meeting fearful ones. Demon meeting human.
He grimaced shortly before he raised his axe to smash it down onto the stairs with one powerful swing, shattering the first few steps completely. Another scream erupted from your lips as your hands shielded your eyes from splinters. The axe came down only a hair’s breadth away from your face, making your eyes widen while alternate scenarios swirled around in your head which you wanted to banish as quickly as possible.
Despite his hit, you had only scooted backwards in an awkward crawl. Your arms were too tired and wobbly to push you up — And maybe that was your mistake.
Before you could do more than blink, you felt fingers as cold as ice curl around your upper arm, but from your lips escaped only a whimper. With a strength you didn’t expect from a ghost, he hauled you upright.
“No!” you spat.
Another chuckle reached your ears, making goosebumps rise on your entire body. But it sounded different, now that he was so close. Deeper. Smoother.
“No, no, no, no—”
Snapping out of your stupor, you tried to twist out of his grip, rip his hand away, but it didn’t budge at all.
“Let go, you stupid—” you started, but quickly shut up as soon as the cold metal of the axe kissed your neck. The dull side dug into the thin skin, making you freeze. Your eyes darted to his, which have become scarily serious in just one second. His grin has vanished as well. It seemed he didn’t like to be insulted. Hunting girls with an axe was fine, but insults were where he drew the line. Alright.
A wave of reckless defiance, probably caused by the adrenaline, washed over you, making you raise your chin with a stubborn frown.
“You can’t scare me,” you lied. He cocked his head to the side, smile slowly spreading again. He didn’t believe you.
It almost seemed as if he wanted to answer — if he could even talk — but another sound alerted you both.
The sound of the front door of the house opening.
Your heartbeat immediately picked up, hope glimmering in your eyes and he noticed immediately. Cold, intense eyes observed you, analyzed you.
Whoever it was, maybe they could help. Banish this demon back into hell or wherever it crawled out of.
His hand closed around your throat suddenly. A startled sound left your mouth and your back smashed against his chest. Before you could protest, the coldness of his axe dug into your skin once more. A small push against your neck made the threat clear.
Now that he was so close, it was odd. Everything was odd about this. There was no warmth in his flesh, like a corpse who was still breathing. But still, you could feel him like he was real. Could feel his hand around your throat, feel his chest behind you, the buttons of his overalls digging into your back, his thighs pressing against yours. Could feel his breath. You didn’t understand how it worked, but he did breathe and you felt it move some loose hair strands around your face.
A familiar voice called out your name from upstairs. It was Heather.
Your heart was hammering wildly in your chest. If you screamed, he would kill you. If she came down here, he would kill you both. Not very promising outcomes. But what would he do if she didn’t come to your rescue?
The door to the staircase of the basement opened with a creak and your head twitched upwards. The demon’s hand around your throat tightened, though you both were out of sight from her.
Your sister called your name again.
You gulped. Out of the corner of your eye, you looked at him. For permission or a command, as pathetic as it felt.
His gaze was expectant, waiting for you to answer. So you did, but not without throwing him an angry glance. You hated having to follow his instructions. Being forced to obey.
“Yeah,” you said. “I’m here.”
A few moments passed before she spoke again. “Why are you still down there?” Her voice was anxious, it always was. You could see her wringing her hands in your mind.
“I… I’m looking for some of my old clothes.” You cleared your throat. “I’m fine, though. Don’t worry so much, okay?”
You could feel her hesitate. “Okay. I just forgot my jacket. See you later. Love you.”
Your heart clenched. “Love you.”
When the door closed again, your stomach churned uncomfortably. All new hope was lost. Your only chance of help was gone.
For a few long moments, he stayed still. With you to his front and his axe still dangerously close to your face. Your pulse thundered under his hand where it pressed to your neck. His grip didn’t tighten again, but it didn’t let go either.
He leaned closer. You felt him watching you, and you gulped. Your breathing still went fast and uneven. First, he was chasing you like he was insane — which he probably was — and now that he had you, he did nothing to you. And that stillness unsettled you more than the violence had.
You didn’t like his eyes studying you so intensely. It felt… vulnerable. Like he saw something he wasn’t supposed to see. A shudder ran through your entire body, from head to toe, and you dared to turn your head just a few inches.
The sight still scared you and made your stomach churn when your eyes met his. His face looked even more grotesque, now that you saw it so closely. Deep-set, black-rimmed eyes, with which he seemed to be staring into your soul. A big nose and that mouth… From up close it looked even more as so he had been eating black tar from a bucket. Though you were sure if you said this out loud, he would kill you right on the spot.
But your unsettling confusion turned to frustration — “What are you waiting for?”
The words came out harsher than intended. Like a challenge. You were sure he would take you up on that. Swipe his blade against your throat and be done with you, but he didn’t. Didn’t move an inch and just kept watching.
“Go on,” you bit out. “If you’re going to kill me, do it now.”
But he didn’t.
The silence that followed pressed harder than his arm. You could hear his breathing, steady, unbothered, and it infuriated you to no end.
“Do it!”
You forced yourself to hold his stare. Frustration turning to anger, only met by him with infuriating calmness.
This was only a game to him and you hated how he made you play.
His smirk had been spreading once more and it was a perfect example of a shit-eating grin. Your expression hardened. Everything in you screamed to fight, to hit, to claw — But the longer he held you, the more your thoughts began to blur. Your fear and anger was overrode by confusion and maybe even… curiosity?
You averted your eyes, only to glance back a second later, accidentally showing your nervousness. He tilted his head, as if trying to decipher you. His eyes seemed dead, yet there was a flicker of something. Something like curious interest, perhaps. It felt as if he tried to gauge out every little twitch in your expression, every tremor in your voice, every hidden fear and secret.
You realized then, he was studying you. Testing you, watching every reaction he could get out of you. Just like before, when he was chasing you.
He wasn’t hurting you, though he could. Easily. Your fingernails dug deeper into his arm where you tried to pry him off earlier, but he didn’t seem to notice. His grip stayed firm. Controlled, but not cruel.
Why wouldn’t he kill you? Why wait? Why?
He had to have a reason why he kept you alive until now. He has had enough chances to end your life under perfect conditions since you were home alone. Questions over questions tumbled through your mind, every new one more confusing than the last.
Perhaps he wasn’t the monster you thought he was.
The thought hit you like a brick. It made your chest tighten in a way you weren’t familiar with. You told yourself it was the rage, and maybe it was. But there was something hidden underneath it, something you didn’t even want to admit to yourself.
The moment could be almost described as intimate, though this sounded downright insane and you banished that thought immediately. If he was anyone else, this position was quite— No. Stop! Were you going insane now too? You must be, because no person in their right mind would think about that in this situation.
But then you felt it.
It, digging into your lower back above your tail bone, and a warm rush of adrenaline cursed through you. Your spine stiffened, as well as the rest of your body, and your breath caught. Heat flooded your face. Shock, horror, disbelief all crashing together at once. This couldn’t be happening — But the clear evidence pressed insistently against your back, undeniable and oddly thrilling in its implications.
This couldn’t be happening. It must be a dream or some sort of hypnosis, but every touch felt so, so real. Your lips parted and against your will, your butt pressed harder against him, increasing the forbidden but oh-so-sweet-sensation even more. This is wrong, the voice in your head yelled, but your hips drew back again, rubbing yourself against him. With every push, you abandoned your morals and criticial thinking skills a little further. Heat pooled down to your lower stomach and you felt it stir.
A soft sigh escaped you, while he noticed every little reaction flooding through your mortal body. Still, he didn’t act. It seemed as if he was waiting. Waiting for you.
Your eyes were already hooded in bliss, but you nodded. And with that, his last restraint snapped.
His axe clattered to the ground and quicker than you could process, his hands were on you. Really on you, not just restraining you in place with one hand around your neck. They glided over the curves hiding beneath your clothes, eliciting warm sparks wherever he touched you. When they finally settled around your waist and back, he pressed your chest down on the ground.
Your knees buckled and a yelp escaped you, but he had you. Cold stone met your bare knees and you regretted putting on shorts earlier — which were removed from your ass alongside your panties not even an eye-blink later. You braced yourself with your forearms and hands on the ground, your spine curved so your butt was up in the air and presented directly in front of him. A flash of thrill rushed through you, your brain now wrapped in a hazy blanket.
Your earlier thoughts fuck that guy had been taken a bit too literal, you noticed.
You gasped as the cold, moist air hit your most sensitive parts, making another whimper tumble from your lips and your stomach tighten with anticipation. You writhed before him, being able to feel his penetrating gaze ogling your pussy. How the lips were puffy and pulsing with lust, your arousal gushing out of your hole and dripping down your slit.
Impatience made you groan, which you immediately regretted. A harsh spank to your ass made you gasp and tense. A chuckle from behind you followed, making goosebumps erupt on your entire body.
There it was again — He liked this. Liked to torture you, liked to annoy you, to frustrate you, to anger you. And he had repeatedly succeeded in all of these things. This wait was like torture. A sweet torture, but you wanted it to end nonetheless. You felt it in your loins, a need for pressure, for anything. The mere idea of relief already excited you and every second he didn’t plunge into your pussy and fucked you stupid felt like an eternity.
You buried your face in the crook of your arm accompanied by a sound of anguish passing your lips. “Please.”
His fingers tightened where they rested on your hips and a spark of hope flickered through you. He seemed to hold back on purpose and the reason was beyond you. Why wouldn’t he just do it?
Instead of fulfilling your wish, his hands moved over your buttcheeks to your hips and to the back of your thighs, filling your stomach with a tingling sensation. You pressed your behind harder into him.
Then, without warning, his finger brushed against your slit.
A gasp tore from your throat, your entire body jolting at the contact. It was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt of electricity straight through you. Your thighs trembled and you bit down on your lip to keep from making another sound.
He traced along your folds slowly, deliberately, as if mapping out every inch of you. The touch was maddeningly gentle, exploring rather than satisfying. Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more pressure, more anything, but he pulled back just enough to keep you wanting.
A whimper escaped you despite your best efforts. You could feel his attention on you, could practically sense his amusement at how you responded to every little touch. He was studying you again, learning what made you squirm, what made you gasp, what made your breath hitch.
His finger circled your entrance, gathering the wetness there, and you felt your face burn with embarrassment at how aroused you were. How ready. But he didn’t push inside. Instead, he dragged his finger up along your slit, brushing over your clit with the barest hint of pressure.
Your entire body tensed, a sharp cry leaving your lips. The sensation was overwhelming and not nearly enough all at once. You pressed back against his hand, desperate, but he held you in place with his other hand on your hip, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
“Please,” you breathed again, the word barely audible.
He continued his torturous exploration, alternating between feather-light touches and slightly firmer pressure, never quite giving you what you needed. Every stroke, every circle, every tease had you unraveling further, reducing you to nothing but sensation and desperate need.
When he finally slipped a finger inside you, you nearly sobbed with relief. But even then, he moved slowly, watching how you clenched around him, how your back arched, how your fingers curled against the cold basement floor. He was always just testing.
You were trembling, every nerve ending alight, when he added a second finger. The stretch made you gasp, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. He curved them slightly, searching, and when he found that spot inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids, you couldn’t hold back the moan that ripped from your throat.
He focused there, stroking with maddening slowness. Curling them upwards, and making your abdomen tingle and tense with the pleasure you had waited for. You desperately moved your hips in rhythm with his thrusts, trying to get his fingers to reach even deeper. You closed your eyes in bliss, losing yourself in the pleasure of his touch.
Suddenly, his fingers were gone, leaving you empty and aching. Before you could protest, you heard the rustle of fabric behind you. Your heart hammered against your ribs as you felt him position himself, the blunt head of his dick pressing against your entrance and dragging along your slit, coating itself in your wetness. He moved slowly, deliberately, sliding up and down without pushing inside, the friction making your brain scream with impatience.
A frustrated sound escaped you. He was teasing you again, and it was maddening. Every time the head brushed over your entrance, you tensed in anticipation, only for him to slide past it, denying you what you so desperately craved.
“Please, just—” you whimpered, your voice breaking.
He pressed forward just enough that you could feel the pressure at your entrance, the promise of finally being filled. Your breath caught, your body going rigid with anticipation. But then he pulled back again, resuming that torturous glide along your folds.
You could have cried from frustration. Your hips moved of their own accord, trying to angle yourself to take him in, but his grip on your hip tightened, holding you still. He was in complete control, and he knew it.
He repeated the motion again and again, pressing just barely at your entrance before sliding away, each time making you gasp and whimper and beg. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled, and you could feel more wetness dripping down your thighs.
You needed him inside you, needed to feel that stretch, that fullness, that relief. Another chuckle reached your ears, deep and malicious.
Finally — finally — he positioned himself at your entrance and began to push forward.
He pressed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and the stretch was overwhelming. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry, fingers scrabbling against the concrete floor as he filled you completely. When he was fully seated inside you, he paused, giving you a moment to adjust to the intrusion.
Then he started to move.
The first thrust punched the air from your lungs. He set a relentless pace, each snap of his hips driving you forward, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing obscenely in the basement. You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel as he took you apart piece by piece.
His grip on your hips was bruising, holding you in place as he fucked into you with single-minded determination. Every thrust hit that spot inside you that made you see stars, and you could feel your release building impossibly fast, coiling tighter and tighter until you thought you might break from the pressure.
When his hand snaked around to find your clit, circling it with rough, insistent pressure, moans began to tumble from your lips and your embarassment of much you wanted this was long forgotten. Your thighs quivered uncontrollably, muscles spasming with each thrust. Heat radiated from your core outward, spreading through your limbs until your fingertips tingled. Your breath came in short, desperate gasps that hit the cold concrete beneath your cheek.
The pressure inside you built steadily, a tightening coil that wound tighter with every stroke of his fingers against your clit, every drag of him against your walls. Your back arched impossibly further, and a sheen of sweat broke out across your skin despite the basement’s chill.
You felt yourself unraveling completely. There was only the relentless rhythm, the friction, the fullness, and that maddening circle of pressure on your clit that pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
Your pussy fluttered around him, clenching rhythmically as the first tremors of your impending release began. Your entire body tensed, every muscle going rigid.
And then your orgasm crashed over you in waves, your entire body convulsing as pleasure blurred out your vision. You cried out, the sound bouncing off the basement walls, your pussy clenching rhythmically around him.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, and fucked you through your climax until the pleasure bordered on pain. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, his rhythm faltered. His fingers dug deeper into your hips and with a final, brutal thrust, he came inside you with a low, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine.
He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, while you caught your breath. Your arms finally gave out and you collapsed fully onto the cold floor, stone scratching against your exposed stomach and thighs.
Your mind was blissfully empty, floating in a haze of exhaustion and satisfaction. You could barely move, your limbs shaking.
After a few seconds, he pulled out and left your pussy empty. Only a weak whimper escaped you at that, your eyes staying closed — But as quickly as the exciting anticipation and lust had built up, as soon did it vanish again.
Shame and shock crashed over you so instantly you ripped your eyes open. What had you just done?
The question echoed in your mind, growing louder with each passing second. You’ve just been fucked by a demon. An actual demon. The same creature that had been terrorizing your house, that had chased you through the darkness, that had cornered you in this very basement.
And you had wanted it.
Your stomach churned with a confusing mixture of shame and lingering arousal. You could still feel him inside you, could still feel the phantom sensation of his hands on your hips and his fingers on your clit. Your body was still trembling from the orgasm, still sensitive and sated in a way that made your cheeks burn.
How were you supposed to go back upstairs after this?
The cold concrete beneath you brought you back to reality. You were still half-naked and laying flat on your basement floor, covered in sweat and other fluids you didn’t want to think about. You groaned and sighed.
That spirit got you, at last — And you had liked it.
“What’s your name?” you asked shakily, but there came no reply.
You forced yourself to rise, shaky arms propping up your spent body. But when you glanced over your shoulder, he was gone. The basement empty, like he had never been here to begin with.
You lay there for a moment longer, staring at the empty space where he had been just seconds ago. The silence pressed down on you, heavy and suffocating. Your mind raced, replaying everything that had just happened in excruciating detail. You pressed your palms against your eyes, as if you could physically push the thoughts away.
Standing, you pulled your shorts up, cheeks tinting pink immediately. With shaky legs, you walked back up the stairs, every step heavy like your feet suddenly increased in weight.
As you opened the door at the top of the stairs leading to the corridor, you glanced down at the floor. A yellow-ish, messily ripped piece of paper caught your eye. When you went to pick it up, you only read one word: Abner.
warnings: nsfw, somno, non/dubcon, dry humping, reader is unaware of being haunted, female implied reader, getting banged by a spirit.
word count: 1.3k
writer's notes: oh gods hi. i hope this is somewhat satisfactory. i rarely write, so i don't know if it's any good. i hope you'll like it! please let me know your thoughts :3
It had been a long day. Finally, you met with your bed after taking off your clothes of the day and slipped into just an old shirt. The bed that came with the house - although you had a faint idea it was older than the house. It was still in great condition though, and you liked the way it looked, so you kept it as your own. It had been a few months since you moved in, but there was still lots to unpack - something you did mostly on your own. Most people would wonder what one person would need with such a large family house, but it was unbelievably cheap and you had fallen in love with it on the spot. How could you not take it? You’d find a way to use up all the space eventually.
But not tonight. Tonight you dropped yourself facedown, flat on the mattress like a ragdoll. Your face landed in the softness of your pillow, your arms laid at your sides and your legs had fallen gracefully with a good distance between each other - your mirrored feet pointing at either corner of the bed end. Gravity tugged gently at your front, pulling you deeper into the comfort of your bed, and your body released all the tension of the day. You took a satisfyingly deep breath, and sighed it all out through your nose. It felt so good to lay down. One of your arms shoved itself up and slid under your pillow for some extra comfort, and your eyelids closed shut. You occupied yourself with a fun little fantasy, until you got into that state where you were neither really awake anymore, but also not quite asleep yet, and your brain decided to take the reign of your fantasy and made your thoughts different and vague.
And you believed you felt a weight sink into the mattress. A weight that wasn’t your own. As if someone leaned over you. Your brain paid it little mind, and instead, you drowse off…
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The house was nearly quiet, faint from the creaks of old wood. Normal house noises. Except it wasn’t. The sighs of the floor sounded like the weight of a person walking over the distance of the wooden slats. Physically, nobody was there, aside from you. But you weren’t alone, no. Heavy footsteps stopped at your bed end. The glimmer of dark eyes bore into your figure. It was the spirit of a farmer who once used to live on the land. Who had been eyeing you from day one. He’d noticed you hadn’t been quite aware of his presence yet, though sometimes you had looked right at him, or, from your point of view; through him, past him. The feeling of being watched hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, but you chose to not make a scene out of it. It wasn’t an unusual feeling for you, so you just… lived with it. The large shadow remained still in its spot while you slept, looking so serene where you laid unmoved. So… revealed… Inviting…
His gaze crept up your bare legs, halting at your bottom. The black, lace panties you wore took his interest. The way the fabric hugged your lovely, round shapes. Your shirt had cropped up slightly, the lower part of your back bare, accentuating the curves of your body against the black of your clothes.
All for him.
An unnatural growl passed his blackened lips as he sighed with lechery. He shifted in his spot and crawled onto the bed, easily towering above your small frame. Small you were indeed, underneath him. His hands sunk into the mattress, on either side of your head. Strands of his long, black hair fell over his forehead, dangling in the air at every move he made. His mouth curled into a wide, eerie grin now that he could stare at you from this angle.
And you breathed so calmly, unaware of what he did.
The spirit brought one hand up, brushing his knuckles across your cheek. It almost surprised him how soft you felt, making him desire for more of that. He moved to feel up your side, closely watching how your skin gently folded where he pressed into it. Slowly sliding further down to the small of your back. Two of his ashy fingertips ghosted over the tiny dip of your back dimples, and then in a sweep motion, cupped the palm of his hand over your ass. Feeling its warmth, the sweet flesh of it. Abner’s eyes drooped in satisfaction and he brought his hips in alignment. He didn’t bother on taking anything off, just desiring to press the tightened part at his pants' crotch into you. A heavy breath escaped his throat as he watched his bulge push into your panties.
“Mmm…” With a slow but firm motion, his hips rolled up. It wasn’t any concern to him whether you would wake up to his assault or not. But you didn’t. His clothed erection grinded against your ass, his movement rough, calculated. Unconscious as you were, your legs did partially clamp together automatically, something Abner didn’t agree to. He straightened himself so that he could grab onto your thighs with both his hands. His thumbs pressed into the folds that indicated the beginning of your legs. The skin of his fingertips felt rough from the years of farmwork he’d done during his lifetime, but not unpleasantly so. He slowly caressed them up and down, something that brought a reaction out of you. A small moan, a shift of your hips. Gooseflesh prickled down his back, your noise activated a feral look on his ghastly pale mug. One of his thumbs moved to the middle of your core, pressing into it firmly. He could feel a wetness soaking through the panties’ fabric. The digit stroked your clothed vulva to get a feel of your plump lips before he decided to shove your legs further apart again, sliding a knee of his in to prevent you from closing them. The farmer ghost latched his hands onto your hips and pulled them over his lap, shoving your hot core flush into his hard tent, and continued to chase his own release by grinding into you as deep as he could.
“Pretty girl.” He groaned, bucking his hips.
“Mmmn…” A quiet, pathetic whimper came from you. Your eyebrows arched and your body tensed a little. You seemed to murmur in your sleep, talking your dream-words out loud, for as far as one could call that loud. “M-more…” “Do…Sto…” Talking was a bit difficult when you weren’t awake. “Plea–”
The way your noises were quiet yet high pitched and moany, how could he possibly object against your ‘wishes’? Pre-cum started to moist his wornout overalls. He clearly got off on your sounds.
“How can I resist?” He laughed. Rough drags of his bulge scrunched your panties. His heavy breaths mixed together with grunts of pleasure, and as he carved himself deep enough into you, your thighs trembled vividly along with a sweet pulsation within your core - your release silent but clear as day. Abner continued to ride into you, feeling his own climax come up and with a streak of heavy moans, his pants stained with the load of cum he released with a strong shudder. His chest heaved through the breathlessness, his tight grip letting go of your hips that he had abruptly taken a hold onto. He leaned back, taking a good final look at how he would leave you behind.
The next morning you woke up rather groggy, your mind foggy on attempting to recall the dreams you had that night, but no memories came to you. You did notice you earned a few new bruises, but when trying to figure out how those came to be your mind remained blank. Weird. Oh well. You got up and prepared yourself for the day. Maybe one day soon you would become aware of the shadow that stalked you.
Tw : minor DNI, smut, religious guilt, internalised homophobia, penetration, slight blowjob.
Reader Beware.
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I didn't like this house, there was something sinister about it, like something was always lurking in the shadows, I always feel observed, like eyes are constantly on me, maybe it's paranoia from everything that happened, strange events have been multiplying since Heather got this mirror, I was scared but I knew nothing would happen to me, our father in heaven is here to protect me, and my family, I pray every night for those things to stop, like currently, kneeling beside my bed, my rosary clutched in my hand, my eyes closed but my hand towards the sky, I recite the prayer I knew by the heart.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today..."
I'm interrupted by a loud bang and a sound of glass shattering in my bedroom, jumping of surprise I turn around, there on the floor, one of the pictures on my bedside table on the floor, broken glass around it, I pick it up carefully, it was a picture of my own confirmation, I was around Heather's age, smiling ear to ear, I was so proud of myself this day.
I sigh, the glass was broken and I didn't have any other empty frame, I get up going out of my room to take a broom to clean up the mess, on the way I stumble on Carin and Shannon running around with dolls.
"Girls aren't you supposed to be in bed." I say with a laugh, dodging the running little girls.
I take the small broom from the kitchen with the matching shovel, going back upstairs to clean the shards of glass, throwing them in the trash along with the rest of the broken frame, saving the picture by just putting it flat on the bedside table.
After putting everything back in place and going back upstairs, I reach for the picture, except it was missing, only my lamp and bible were on the table, I look around the room but found no trace of it, I sigh again, walking toward the twin bedroom thinking of another prank, but when I get there I find them fast and deep asleep, I was confused, who took my picture then ? I don't see why anyone would do it, everyone knows how much it means to me, it was an accomplishments for me, overcoming my sins for the greater good.
I decided to see that tomorrow, maybe I was just to tired, maybe I put it somewhere else and forgot where, I return to my room, changing into my pajamas, brushing my hair, closing the curtains and going to bed, I had this feeling again, the feeling of being watched, but as I look around my room I couldn't see anyone, I just lay back down, closing my eyes and trying to distract myself from it, at some point I could feel the wing of Morpheus close around me as sleep comes.
My body was vibrating of a strange sensation I never felt before, a strange fluttering at my lower stomach, I couldn't see, only hear and feel, I couldn't move either, I felt coldness on my skin, making me understand my lack of clothing, but I could also feel something wet dragging along my inner left thigh, i tried forcefully opening my eyes, tried to move, nothing, I could just feel and hear, I was definitely on my bed as I hear it creak under the mouvement of something or someone on the bed, definitely someone as I felt cold hands posing on my thighs, the hands grip harder, opening my legs as the tongue drag further down and down, towards my hard cock, I don't know what was happening, I just knew it felt good, intensely good, the wet tongue drag from base to tip, my mouth opening in a gasp in response, as it finally connect to my slit my eyes open suddenly, I could only have a glimpse of the person before I woke up in panic, sweat clinging to my skin, it was... a man, you didn't really see what he looked like, but it definitely was a man, he looked big, with long dark hair.
No couldn't be, I couldn't go back down this path again, I won against this sin long ago for the Lord, I look down shamelessly, I was hard and leaking through my PJ's pants, I wanted to cry in shame, all this years for nothing, was the Lord testing me again ? I remembered that last night I did not finish my prayer, panic overcoming me, was it a punishment ? Punishment or test didn't matter, I needed to do something before it got worse.
I look at the window, it look like the sun was already awakening, but with the lack of noise I understood that the others were still asleep, it was Saturday today, no school and no working, it was my chance, I sneak out of bed, slowly opening the door and looking around to see if anyone was here, no noise, no one here yet, I rush as fast and as quiet as possible to the bathroom, closing the door behind me to make sure nobody could walk on me, I go to the sink, the sight in the mirror did not please me, I was red on the face, from shame most likely, or at least I hoped it was shame, looking back down the tent was gone but the wet spot was still here "fuck..." I say before catching myself, it wasn't really me to curse such words but in the panic I couldn't really think well, I take a rag, wetting it but stopping myself, what would the other think, that I wet myself to bed ? I don't know what's worse, what actually happened or the other thinking I wetted the bed like a toddler, I sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose, this was the worst situation I could ever be.
"Help me Lord."
An idea came to me, maybe I could splash some water on me and say the spot comes from it, that would be credible I think, so I turn the tap back on, taking water on my finger and doing a motion to splash some water here and there on my pants and shirt, praying to God that your family believes in it.
I take some more moments to collect myself before I start hearing movements outside the door, some of them started waking up, mostly my parents since they were always awake before everyone, I hear footsteps approaching the bathroom.
"Anyone in here ?"
It was my father who clearly saw the lights under the door.
"Mmh Yes, I'm here." My voice was still trembling.
"Are you fine ? You sound a little shaky."
"Yes don't worry dad, just a... nightmare." I wasn't entirely wrong. "Needed to put some water on my face but I'm fine."
"Oh well... hope you feel better now." There was strain in his voice, everything was awkward since the supernatural things started happening, especially after Heather crashed out on him a few days ago, the tension was capable in the house.
Once I hear his footstep get further I decide to leave the bathroom, but after turning the lights off I hear a creaking behind me, I turn quickly, nothing but I swore it wasn't just the old floor, it sounded heavy, I was panting, I knew there was something, I refuse to believe it's all my brain.
"You're okay ?"
The voice of my little sister Dawn scared me, taking me out as I jump in her direction, she was leaving her room, looking at me weird.
"Jeez, yes, I'm fine, just.. thought I heard something haha, probably just the old house you know."
"Yeah I guess."
I give her my best smile that was clearly very embarrassed and fake, she just look at me up and down and left downstairs.
I sigh, trying to calm my rapid pulse down, looking back at the bathroom, no noise, nothing, you're just on edge, just need to calm down, I tell myself, collecting my though, I get downstairs, most of the family was already there at the table eating breakfast.
"Good morning." I tell the whole family, the twins just wave to me, I walk to them kissing both of them on the top of their head.
"Are you okay ? I thought I heard something from your bedroom last night." Mom asked.
"I was just sleeping, what kind of noises ?"
"A groan or something, did you hurt yourself ?"
My eyes widen slightly, praying God that I wouldn't flush, I couldn't believe I did noises from this dream.
"Mmh not that I know." I let out an awkward chuckle. "Maybe it was something else that you mistaken for a groan."
"Maybe.."
I take my bowl out of the cupboard, putting cereals and milk, taking a spoon and sitting at my designated sit on the table, the chair groaning underneath me, the silence was heavy so I decided to break it.
"So, anyone has plan for today ?"
"We are gonna have a tea party with Shannon." Said Carin. "Can you join us ? We are missing a guest."
I smile sweetly, I love playing with my youngest sisters, even if it mostly ended up with me all dolled up with bows in my hair.
"It will be my pleasure."
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The rest of the day went well, I played with the girls, helped dad and grandpa with some plumbing in the cellar, I was exhausted, Saturdays were never that much relaxing being the only male child means having to help with the hard work.
I flop down my bed, looking at the bedside table I suddenly remember that I forgot to ask if anyone saw the picture, rolling my eyes, I sit up on the edge of the bed, as I was about to get up I suddenly freeze, there was someone else in this room, it was the evening so it was mostly dark, but like some kind of second senses my eyes slowly moved to one corner of the room, I gasp, there he was tall and big, looking right at mei stumble out of bed, not looking away, I reach for my rosary, joining my hands in a prayer position.
"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us today our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from the evil one." I spurt out quickly, but he was still here not moving an inch.
"What do you want ?" I scream to him, my back was planted against the corner opposite to him, I hear him laugh, an horrible grin forming on his face, the bed was between us, but it did not bother him as he moved fast, to fast, I close my eyes as he gets closer, clutching the rosary in my hand, preparing for anything, but nothing came, I open my eyes and he was gone, I laugh nervously, moving from the corner I look all around the room, terrified that he could come from everywhere.
I let out a relieved breath, putting my hands on my knees, panting from the adrenaline I felt, I straighten my back again.. before suddenly feeling a hand covering my mouth from behind, I try to scream, to fight against him, but he was so much stronger than me, he shush me mockingly, his other arm moved up, my eyes widen in fear at the sight of the axe in his hand, he put the sharp blade towards my neck and shush me again, taking off his hand from my hand, I could've screamed or said anything, but I fear I wouldn't have survived if I did, so I stayed silent, his free hand caress my lower lip, taking some moisturising before lowering his tumb slowly on my chin, spreading my saliva down on my neck.
He spread his big hand flat when he reach my shirt caressing down to my chest and brushing over my nipple, I sob quietly, a part of me told me to fight, another part that I tried to hide away for so long told me to let him do it, I yelp as I feel him twist the nipple over my shirt, I hear his sick laugh in my ear, feel his hot breath on me, my body and mind fighting trying to understand what was happening inside of me, he continued toying with the bud a little wild, laughing at every little sound I was making.
After a while he gets bored and lower even more his hand before reaching the hem of my pants, he toys with it, slipping the tip of his fingers beneath it, I gasp, his cold fingers on my hot skin, so close to the place I needed it.
I tried praying in my head but I just couldn't, this one part of myself was enjoying it, telling me to indulge in it, I already met this part of me in the past, when I didn't know loving other men was punished by God, when I did learned I prayed all night for it to disappear, I didn't want to disappoint him, I didn't want to go to hell whereas my whole family would go to heaven, I didn't want to burn or be tortured for eternity, so I prayed, prayer until exhaustion took over me, I never told my family about my homosexuality, especially after I managed to make it disappear after a long time.
But here I was, enjoying the touch of another man/creature and craving more, his fingers find the buckle of my belt, tugging on it before taking it off entirely, popping out the button of my pants next and dragging the zipper down, his touch was slow like he was having fun teasing me. Once the zipper is down, he slips his hand in it, I let out a shaky breath as I feel his hand on my cock through my underwear, he suddenly lower his head to my neck to lick it, his tongue was as cold as the rest of him, a shiver of pleasure going down my body, I felt myself go, falling into the pleasure, I didn't care at this point, thinking of the thousands of people getting away while doing worse sins.
I let my body lean into him, he laugh again when he feels it, lowering his axe knowing I wouldn't fight anymore, he grope me hard enough for me to throw my head back against his shoulder, hitting my lips to not let out a noise, while being gone I was still conscious of the other people in the house and I don't think I could get away if anyone saw me like this.
I buck my hips in his hand, his other that was normally holding the axe goes to my hips, gripping hard enough to stop me, he bites into my shoulder before letting me go entirely, I whine, fearing he would disappear back into the shadow, until I feel a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me hard face first into my bed, and before i could push myself up I feel his strong thighs straddling me from behind, with him on top I could feel his own cock through our pants, it was hard, and it seems big, would make sense with how big he is in size.
He ground down on me before lowering, his chest to my back, his long hair falling around my face, one of his hands going to the front of my neck, not shocking, just staying here, his other hand goes to the hem of my pants, tugging it down with my underwear, not all the way down but enough for my ass to be on display for him, I hear him purr, his hand coming to grope one of my cheek, squeezing and spreading, I moan, trying to muffle it by biting into the sheets of my bed.
I hear him spit, the cold liquid landing between my ass cheeks right on my hole, I shiver again, trying to move my hips but being stuck between his thighs, his finger goes on my hole, spreading the spit around before entering in it, I clench my teeth hard, never have been touch down here, even by myself, it felt weird and good, a little painful but it was overcome by the pleasure, he does little movement in it before curling his finger on a spot that makes me see stars, I try to raise my head from the bed but he moves his hand on my throat to the back of my head to put me back in place.
After a while he put a second finger, the stretch making me writhe under him, but he just does the same thing as before, I could feel my cock underneath me, painful and stuck between me and the sheets, I was trying so hard to just move at least a little to grind it against the bed but I just couldn't.
At some points he gets bored, taking his fingers out of my hole, I was so into it that his retreat surprised me, his other hand was still on the back of my head, holding me there, but I felt him rise from his position, I was frustrated on the fact I couldn't look at him to see what he was doing, but this thought was suddenly cut off when I hear him fumbling with his overalls, sliding his suspenders down and fumbling with the pants until he gets his cock out, his put his now free hand beside my hand, nestling his cock between my ass cheeks, I could feel it in his full size and girth, it was big, really big.
He grinds against you, laughing at my pathetic attempt to move back against him.
"Please.." my voice was muffled by the bed as he kept pressing my face against it.
"Please I need it."
He did not answer, stayed silent but still he helped the head of cock to my hole, pressing against it, even the head was fat and he had to force to put it inside, I groan in pain and pleasure at the feeling, he did not give me any time to adjust as he just kept pushing, nestling his cock deep inside of me, I could feel everything with how slow he went, the veins brushing against my walls.
Once he finally hilt, his hips pressing against my ass, I try to breath in and out to calm myself, once the pain started to subside, I gain my other senses again, like the feeling of an object inside one of my hand, I then remembered that I never put away my rosary, I was clenching it in my hand since the start, I felt shame again, opening my hand to glance, the cross at full display in the middle of my palm, I hear him laugh again, moving his hand in mine, interlacing our fingers in a mock of romanticism, just to press the cross even more in my palm.
He bring his hips back slowly until only the tip was left, just to abruptly thrust back into me, I moan loudly into the sheets before I could stop it, praying to God nobody heard me, even if God probably left me a while ago, seeing his children indulge in such a filthy sin with a ghost.
He continued this pace, slowly retreating, just to come back in full force, pounding into me hard and slow, this pace permitting him drag his cock against this spot that feels so incredible.
He start picking up the pace, I could feel a knot in my belly ready to burst at any moment, he bends down, his mouth to my ear, he was quietly groaning, I could feel him throbbing inside of me and I could guess it means he was close.
I try to meet his thrust as best as I could while being restrained by him, he groans harder in my ear, pounding even harder, his hand on the back of my head gripping my hair hard enough to draw pain.
We continue like this for a few minutes more, him pounding, me thrusting back with him gripping my hair as an answer to it.
He suddenly bite at my shoulder and thrusting one last brutal time before erupting inside of me, the mix of pain and pleasure, plus the feeling of him cumming brings me to the edge, feeling my cock spurts between my stomach and the bed.
I feel him lick at the same place he bit me, but too much in my haze, I don't feel him retreating, until I look behind me to see the dark room empty, I try to sit up as best as I could, my lower back in pain, I look back at the hand he was holding, the rosary was gone, but I had the imprint of the cross on my palm, I put back my underwear in place, taking off fully my pants, deciding to go to bed as night was now fully fallen.
I lay down my head on the pillow, reflecting on what just happened, now that I was all alone, I could feel guilt inside of me, I let myself be tempted into sin, let another man take me away from the lord, but I was mostly shamed on the fact I let him take me so easily.
I turn on my side, closing my eyes and forcing myself to sleep.
Bonus ending :
I open my eyes, the morning lighting my room, but I was surprised to see something on the pillow beside me, my picture and rosary were right here, I push myself up on my arm, taking the picture in my hand, something was drawn on it, a heart circling my head, I sigh, of everything that could happen to me, while my whole family are getting frightened and attacked by ghost, I had to get one in love with me, I put the pic back, smiling and laughing to myself.
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First of the three Fanfictions, hope you enjoyed, the next one will be the Warren reader, I will post when it's ready :)
in the aeroplane over the sea ch.1 (abner krill x reader)
Summary: Abner lives babey! he gets his own place in gotham and decides it’s time to start figuring out how to live a life
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chapter 1: the king of carrot flowers
Abner let out a sigh as he set down the last box in his new apartment with a huff. The place was small and dingy, with flat beige walls, a small hallway of a kitchen, and a bedroom that so far consisted only of a dresser and an old box spring mattress on the floor. But to him, it symbolized everything he’d never had in life: privacy, his own space, and most importantly, freedom.
He had moved in with (or basically been adopted by) Harley Quinn after everything in Corto Maltese. But Harley was often busy with her new vigilante work and the Birds of Prey. There were constantly people (or animals) at her apartment, and Abner had found himself feeling a bit cramped, no matter how much love he had for her. He had been anxious to tell her he was moving out. But Harley was supportive as always, and even helped him find a place not too far from her own. Now, he thought, he could finally get some peace and quiet, and Harley said she would always be there if he felt lonely.
Lonely, Abner thought, turning the word in his mind. It was a feeling he’d become accustomed to, living and breathing in loneliness for as long as could remember, wrapped in it like a thick blanket; shielded from the world, yet hopelessly isolated. But it felt different this time. Alone, sure, but not lonely.
He smiled and began to unpack his boxes. He didn’t have much; when he was released from Bell Reve he didn’t get anything back except some ill-fitting clothes he had worn when he got picked up. Harley had insisted on taking him shopping, and after a few days Abner relented, letting her whisk him from store to store until he found things that he liked. He now had a few shirts and a few pairs of pants that felt, with pleasant surprise, uniquely him. He couldn’t help but grin as he hung his shirts in the closet and tucked his pants into his dresser. After all these years, it was going to be quite an adjustment to have his own place. But for now, he basked in the newness of it all. His freedom.
As more items were unpacked and put away, Abner spotted his most prized possession: his record player. Harley had given it to him after he spotted it in her living room, insisting that she never used it and needed to downsize anyway. He pulled out the turntable and set it up on the dresser, carefully untangling wires and setting up the small speakers on each side. He handled it lovingly, like it was a cherished relic from childhood. Once it was settled and plugged in, he stood admiring it for a moment before he began digging through the rest of the box for his small record collection.
He’d be picking up used records here and there, from consignment stores or garage sales, always on the lookout for hidden gems wherever Harley happened to drag him to. Harley seemed to love having a lot of things. Abner liked the business of her apartment, it was about as far from feeling like a prison cell as you could get, which was a much valued change of pace. But it was never Abner’s style. He wasn’t actually sure if he had a style. He supposed now was the time to develop one. Finally, his eyes landed on the record he was looking for: In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel. Before Belle Reve, this had been one of the only albums he owned. At that time, it was a tape played through a shitty used cassette player, the kind that looked like a radio, the casing already cracked and the dials barely working. If he was sure his mother was asleep, he’d plug it in, load the tape (which he kept in the stuffing of his pillow), and turn the volume to the lowest possible setting. Then, he’d lean in close to the speaker and close his eyes. Sometimes, he’d just rest his cheek on the casing, letting his ear press into the cold, softly vibrating metal, getting as close to the music as physically possible, letting the music take him far away from his little room.
He smiled with a bitter nostalgia at the memory, looking around his new bedroom, just in case it had all been a dream. But it was there, as solid and real as any place he’d ever known. He took the record from its sleeve, careful to only touch the sides of the disc, and placed it on the turntable, then dropped the needle. The King of Carrot Flowers began playing softly over the small speakers. Abner started to walk towards his bed, but turned back towards the record player, kneeling in front of it. Intently, he lifted hand to the volume knob and turned it up a good few notches, until his dresser was softly vibrating along with the music. The whole room sang, the guitar and vocals filling his bedroom wall to wall. He grinned, a real genuine smile. Tears pricked his eyes, but he didn’t let them fall. Instead, he walked to his bed and fell back into it, his long arms stretched over his head. Nestled into his soft comforter, the sunlight filtering through his window, Abner mouthed the words to the song as it played.
And this is the room, one afternoon I knew I could love you
