sorryanon: robberbur and hostage!reader in an elevator. guns are involved. hellooooooo
warnings: dubcon, use of dove and bunny, this is part 1…. Sorry if it’s shit!
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You didn’t expect your weekend to turn out like this. Being stuck in an elevator with quite a handsome man that held a nerf gun at you, pressing buttons upon buttons to try and get out of their.
“That’s not going to work-“
“Did I say you could speak?” The man hissed as he pressed the fake gun to your temple, bending down to be face to face. He took his glasses off, showing his deep brown eyes that filled with frustration. Something else glazed over his eyes, something you couldn’t quite read but you were to impatient to wait and find out.
“No but you’ve been doing the same thing for 5 minutes, and it’s getting annoying. And what do you think you’re going to do with that plastic piece of shit? I can’t believe you actually almost successfully robbed this place.” You laughed at the man as he pursed his lips, anger flooding his senses at your words. You were the one bonded together on the floor, not him. He has control over you and you thought you could make fun of him and his crew for doing this? Not on his watch.
The man pulled you up to your feet, pressing you against the elevator doors with the gun pointed at your chest. “Speak to me like that again, and it won’t look pretty for you.” He hissed out at you, leaning down closer to you. He was significantly taller by all means, having to lift your head to look at him. It was honestly arousing, his face so close to yours, eyes looking at you with so many emotions you couldn’t identify them now. His free hand came out and placed itself beside your head, caging your body further.
As you both stared at each other, his dead eyes not lifting for one second while yours filled with want and hesitation. You didn’t want to admit it, but this man did something to you, something carnal. And he could sense it.
“In what way?” You asked to the man, his hand slowly falling, filling the space where the gun once was with his body. A loud clanking sound was heard as he threw the plastic on the floor, his hand gripping your jaw as he tilted your head further to look at him properly.
The look in his eye was primal. He wanted you, in more ways than before, as his eyes ran down the span of your body. Eyes meeting yours once more, his grip slipped down to your throat , gently pressing down, smirking at the small gasp you let out. He loved the control he had over you, loved how powerless and small you looked underneath him.
“What way did you have in mind, darling? After all we are stuck in here-“ he was cut off as you charged forward, desperate for his lips on yours. You couldn’t quite reach him, his height stopping your advancements, making you whine and him laugh at you. “Such a pathetic little baby, use your words.”
You didn’t say anything for a couple seconds, too stubborn to answer his question. But the look he gave you and that stupid fucking smirk of his didn’t help your little game. “Just fucking kiss me! And maybe get this fucking rope off me-“
Wilbur’s grip on your throat tightened as his lips met yours in a hot kiss, while his other hand tugged the loose rope off of your wrist. He knew that you wouldn’t do anything. And if you did, he had the clear advantage. It was almost like a sick twisted game of cat and mouse.
The kiss never stopped, tongues tangling with each other as you nipped at his lip. You were acting like hiring teenagers but could you blame each other. The situation heightened your senses, and the man in front of you was to fine to ignore. So why not use this spare time.
Your hands reached up into his hair, pushing his hot pink beanie off, his hair flying every which way. As you pulled at his strands, his kisses trailed down your neck, sucking marks into your skin, desperately trying to find that one spot-
“Oh fuck-“ bingo. The man attacked that spot with vigor and determination, loving the sounds that escaped your mouth, his hands now gripping your waist and tugging at the hem of your shirt.
Before he could get his hands underneath the material, the elevator started to move down, startling you and the man as you looked at the floor level you were currently on. As you panicked, the realization dawning on you that this was actually happening, the elevator suddenly stopped once more.
You turned to the man, seeing his hand on the emergency stop button, smirking at you as you gave him a nervous look.
“Didn’t think I was just gonna let that happen when we just got started, yeah? I’m not that mean baby.” He came back over to you, lifting your chin once more as you met his eyes. He cooed at your nervous state, not wanting to scare you anymore than he has. “It’s ok my dove, I won’t hurt you, unless you want me to of course.. I’m Wilbur- Wil if you’d like.” Wil introduced himself as he pushed you up against the wall once more, your arms wrapping around his neck, lips hovering over his.
“I’m-“
“No need darling, I already know who you are. But for now you’re my pretty bunny and are here so I can use you in any way I like…”
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Oh anon does he??? I wish it were so but I’m not sure. I think in s3 I caught CS on the inner left bicep, but Grace? Dunno. I want a fucking Claddagh inked across his heart tho I’m so hard to please ;) xx
