D10 picking up reader and making direct eye contact?
hehehe Happy Halloween!! Hereâs that drabble. Part 2 will have smut and will come out eventually lol
D10 x Gender Neutral!Reader - Suggestive (+18)
It wasnât as if you meant to get yourself into this mess, really! It seemed you just had a rather awful habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Such as when, just barely a moment ago, you had casually said how you wouldnât mind getting ârailedâ by any of the engines on the island. Right when Diesel Ten had been pulling up with his train.Â
You had been making small talk on the phone with some person you knew, lamenting the annoyance of having no partner to help you with your sexual needs. It had been a long day for you, having to scout out the tracks that had been affected by the devastating storm the previous night and call it in for the clawed diesel to come remove debris. It had turned dark over an hour ago, and the hassle of having to be extra thorough due to only having your headlights and small flashlight was grating on your nerves. The latest tree wreck left multiple trunks torn asunder and heavy roots weighing down upon the rails. As usual, you called it in, then continued with your griping to your conversation partner. You assumed that the diesel was several minutes out and you would have plenty of time. In hindsight, perhaps distracting yourself from the wait with your phone had been the wrong idea.Â
The engine had pulled up with you none the wiser. He was ready to silently haul tree branches and other rubbish into the train of wagons he carried behind him. He was not ready to hear your voice say the words, âThe engines here move on their own right? Honestly at this point I wouldnât mind asking one of them to rail me into next Tuesday- no, no, I donât know if they even âknow what sex isâ. Weâre kind of like coworkers. Itâs not something thatâs just gonna be brought up.â
The back and forth banter with your conversation partner had gotten you worked up, and your voice had reached a high volume. High enough for him to hear the obscene comment right as he arrived, as if it were directed to him specifically. Diesel Ten didnât know what to think about this, but he was feeling rather insulted.
And when he felt insulted, he wasnât going to just let you off the hook after a stunt like this. He had some other ideas of what to do with you, just how to scare some respect into you.
You were still talking on your phone rather loudly, and didnât even have the chance to hear him pull up behind you. You didnât notice a single thing out of place, until suddenly you felt something harsh CLAMP down around you. Bright beams flashed in your eyes as you felt yourself whisked up into the air.Â
Head spinning and vertigo reeling through your brain, you dropped your phone and started flailing your arms in a panic. Up was down and down was up, you shifted and tugged but you were held firmly in something stiff and sharp, like metal. Your ears were ringing from the sudden jolt of movement, but as they adjusted you could slowly make out the sound of hydraulics pumping and the low purr of a diesel engine idling.
Oh.
You were over ten feet off the ground. Being held by Diesel. Tenâs. Claw.
âWell, well, well, look what the claw dragged in,â he said in a teasing, snarky voice. The sound boomed around you, and your eyes registered the fact that you were being held right in front of the dieselâs face. From this close, you could see each wrinkle around his eyes and mouth, the way his face sunk in around those steely, dark eyes. His face was pulled into a toothy snarl with an amused edge to it. After your gaze was done wandering his face, you settled back on those eyes of his.
Diesel Tenâs glare narrowed, and you felt yourself being jostled in place. âWhat? You got nothinâ to say to me- the big, scary Diesel Ten? I bet youâre just thinkinâ of all the ways I could snap you up. Look at you shakinâ all pathetic just by the sight of me.â
The laughter that came out after the insult blew his breath into your face. An oily, rusted stench with the smell of something dark and earthy underneath overwhelmed your senses. A cough forced itself out of your lungs while your eyes watered, leaving you gasping and quickly trying to recover your dignity.
âN-no! Iâm not- Iâm not scared of you. You just caught me by, well you caught me by surprise is all!â It was all you could do to convince him, to attempt at calming him down. Even so, you barely believed your own words.Â
Diesel Ten was infamous on the island. A solitary, scheming diesel who stared through oneâs soul with hungry eyes and snapped at anyone who dared get close. The claw welded to his roof was anything but friendly. It left him to be allocated to collecting scrap and debris near the rails where a crane engine might not have the same reach or precision. He would never see the head of a passenger train like his class was originally meant for, not with the looming threat that was âPinchy.â Being clasped in that very claw just solidified those fears of yours.
You werenât necessarily scared of him before this though. The past few months of being a spotter for debris when it was unreasonable for engines to travel the lines themselves until they came across a blockage wasnât so bad. You hadnât interacted with the diesel much, just waited until he either arrived at your location or you were given the go ahead to move on and scout out the next stretch of track. The few times you were in the same place as him, he didnât seem all that evil as people made him out to be. Quiet and brooding, yes, but he didnât seem malicious. If anything he seemed content. Like cleaning up debris in isolation from others was his one way to escape from the terrors of life. It was something you could come to understand, and it made your image of him start to soften around the edges.
Now with sharp, rusted metal digging into your sides and holding you at an angle while the aforementioned diesel laughed at your fear and misery, that image was shattered. You were back to seeing him as the terrifying diesel in the rumors. Thoughts raced around your head as you recalled every frightening story that was told to you by steamers and diesels alike. You had to wonder if they were really as exaggerated as you first believed.
And yet.
Something was wrong here. Not bad wrong, per se, but something was happening that very much should not be.
You were getting turned on.
The pressure of his claw crushed around your torso, the mechanical whirring, the way those eyes of his were digging into your very soul as if scavenging around for scraps to tear off. The very thought made you shudder with barely contained delight. Or was it still fear? Honestly you werenât sure if there was a difference at this point.
âYou say youâre not scared of me? Not scared?â Ten let out a sharp burst of laughter, shaking you roughly in his grasp, âOh please, sweetheart, I didnât think you were that stupid. I believe itâs in your best interest to be as scared of me as possible, âcause I got the power to make your measly little life hell.â
He emphasized the point by pulling you closer to him, staring you down while he tightened his hold on you. Your breath was punched out and you felt your ribs start to strain. If he kept this up any longer you were certain they would be bruised. And, god, the thought of that was doing things to you.Â
The moment a pleasured groan left your lips was the moment you knew it was over. Your hands flew up to your mouth as a blush erupted across your face. God damn it.
It was clear that Ten had heard your little outburst as well. His eyes widened a fraction in shock, clearly not expecting this reaction. For just a moment, he squeezed you again out of curiosity. When a second traitorous moan left your muffled lips, it startled him back to the present and an offended scowl carved itself upon his face.
âUgh, just. Just remember that, you freak, donât be making a mess of this railway or else youâre gonna answer to me. Got it?â Ten spat the last words at you, roughly thrusting you down and releasing you to collapse to the ground on shaky legs.
It was a few seconds of catching your breath and nodding your head vigorously before you could calm your mind from the ordeal. You could hear Ten grunt in acknowledgment before the sounds of whirring wheels and the crunch of debris showed that he was getting back to work. You werenât sure how you could possibly finish the work tonight after the tough treatment from him.
But you knew you had to. The railway couldnât function with blocked lines, and you werenât going to be chewed out by your boss and potentially fired for daring to shirk your responsibility. You already knew defending your actions wasnât in the books. Relaying the exact conversation that started this whole mess was the last thing you would ever do, and as for Diesel Ten⌠as much as he terrified you, you didnât want him sent away or worse. Telling anyone that he had picked you up and gotten rough with you just wasnât going to happen.
It looked like you just needed to suck it up and continue on. You hoped that there wouldnât be any more debris that you would need to call the engine over for. The thought of seeing him face to face so soon after you thoroughly embarrassed yourself made you want to curl up and hide. So you hopped in your vehicle and drove away, down the line and far away from the frightening engine with the claw.
