Hey, so awesome to find someone who does Oz stories! Do you do girl reader fics? If so could you make one with Chris? I know it’s a bit outlandish and unrealistic but I’m picturing like a woman (maybe a Russian spy or smth idk someone who the government know American people wouldn’t care about) who was sentenced for a crime for a long time and offered to do an experiment in which their sentence would be reduced (like the age pill testing) where they get sent to Oz. The woman takes it and is like oh shit when she gets there because it’s men prison and she’s a very beautiful woman. But she gets roomed with Chris. I wanna see them smash. Call me toxic but all of Chris’ psychotic tendencies just charm me so much. If we could see his possessive side like the way he gets with Beecher when he was fucking other men and rough smut smut smut!
Literally why do you all come up with the best ideas? Because this HITS! I absolutely do girl inserts, I just do them less often due to the nature of the show. But you laid out a pretty cool scenario I’d like to give a try! Hey, nothing’s too outlandish for Oz. Think of the aging pill storyline, the basketball storyline, and like every interaction where prisoners were allowed to be alone lol so no I don’t think it’s too far out there to have a woman in the prison. Plus I respect the kink. There are things that are hot on paper that would be alarming in real life. But if there was ever a harmless place to indulge them, it’s Tumblr. So this will be very VERY toxic and psycho killer sexy. Oz is more like a thought experiment than a realistic television show. This will be a long post.
SUPER SEXUAL; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
Chris Keller x Fem!Reader in…
I Know What You Need Because You’re Mine (1/?)
Your breath shook. You tried to look tougher than you were. You knew you’d done morally ambiguous things your whole life, but really and truly, you were just trying to get by. Just trying to take care of yourself and your family. You had one moment of blind rage. One moment of pure anguish that exploded out of you, and because of that a man was dead. By all accounts, a shitty man, but a rich and powerful man nonetheless.
The death penalty was on the table. They called you a terrorist. Really, it wasn’t political on your end, but when someone powerful bites the dust it’s always political you figured. You were given an offer; death row, or an experimental study in which one man is put in a women’s prison, and one woman is put in a man’s prison, and the effects are observed. Seemed terrifying to you, but what was your option? Death? Possibly reprieve by appeal to life? But if you yielded the necessary results for this study, you could go free in a matter of years. That is, if you weren’t murdered. Still, a chance is a chance.
You sat in the office of Tim McManus, with Sister Peter Marie and Ray Mukada on either side, Murphy hidden in the back. They were trying to find a cell mate for you. Someone who wouldn’t try to ‘prag’ you, although you weren’t quite sure what that meant.
“Kareem Said?” Suggested Sister Pete.
“That puts her in danger from the other Muslims. Remember… well… literally every non Muslim Kareem got close to?” McManus reasoned back.
“Tobias Beecher?” Mukada asked, before justifying. “He was abused. It’s not likely he’ll become the abuser.”
“No.” McManus said dismissively. “The aryan’s will be all over her. He doesn’t have the firepower to keep her safe.”
“So we need someone who won’t try something, but also has the clout to stop other people from pulling shit?” Murphy asked the air. After no one said anything he sighed and shook his head. “I have an idea but you’re not going to like it, Sister.”
“Who?” Sister Pete asked tersely, already having an idea who he meant.
“Keller. Chris Keller. He’s been pragged before so it’s unlikely he’ll reduce himself to Schillinger’s level, but he’s also dieseled enough to put up a fight for her. He’s not a perfect answer, no, but let’s be honest, who else is there?”
The room was silent, before Sister Pete offered weakly;
“Yeah, right.” McManus scoffed. “Then I gotta do paperwork for two prisoner’s deaths.”
“Tim.” Sister Pete scolded like a mother whose patience was wearing thin. He apologized but insisted that Keller was the only option.
You were terrified to meet this ‘Keller’. Dead terrified. What if he didn’t take to you? What if he, against all expectations, decided to abuse you? You didn’t consider yourself proud, but you knew you had a certain charm about you, and these med had been away from women for so long. They called Keller to the office, and when he walked in, your breath hitched.
He was stunning. Incredibly masculine and beautiful. Something they made statues about. His eyes quickly took you in, devouring and deflowering you in their intensity. His mouth instantly curled into a smile, but not a genial one. It was conniving, purposeful, and almost mocking. He winked at you and your face blushed red.
“All this for me? Christmas came early this year?”
“Easy, Keller.” Murphy chastised. They explained the experiment to him, and his smile only grew larger.
“She’s rooming with me?” He asked, eyes raking over you ravenously, licking his lips at the thought. Sister Pete put a hand on your thigh.
“Chris, we’re leveling a certain amount of trust here with you. Y/N is as vulnerable now as you were in Lardner, when Schillinger took advantage.”
Something shifted in Chris’ eyes. It wasn’t much, his smile didn’t disappear, but something rippled, like a stone being thrown on a glassy clear lake. You all knew she’d struck a nerve.
“Y/N?” He repeated your name at you. You give a half wave in acknowledgment. “Nice name. I had a neighbor named ‘Y/N’ as a kid.”
“Yeah. Whacked it to her regular.” He bared his teeth at you, grinning. He turned to the administration. “Y/N’s safe with me. I got her. Believe me.”
“You’d better.” McManus threatened, but it fell on deaf ears. See, Chris was already enamored with you. He wouldn’t force himself on you, that’s for certain, but after a little while, you’d be begging for him. McManus had just handed him his new toy, and Chris Keller knew how to take good care of his things. He stood up, and held out his hand for you, helping you to your feet. He felt giddy when he felt your little hand shake in his. Chris made devastating eye contact with you, melting you in the intensity of his gaze.
You followed him, going to grab your sheets and toiletries, before he snatched them from your hand.
“What kind of gentleman would I be if I let you tote your own shit around?”
“I gotta learn to take care of myself at some point.” You said meekly. He chuckled.
“Not when you got me, kid.”
You walked behind him to your cell. The jeers came as expected, everyone’s eyes drawn to the only pussy not toting a nightstick, a needle, or Bible in a five mile area. Chris’ chest puffed out protectively, putting an arm around your shoulders. The message wasn’t missed by the men. He’d just laid claim to you in front of everyone.
“‘Course Killer Keller gets the only good bitch in prison.” Junior chided, elbowing Wangler in the ribs.
“Only bitch here is you, Junior.” Keller shot back, opening the cell door with the arm that was around you and holding it so you could enter on your own. You waited for the door to close, then sucked a sharp breath inward and felt your eyes start to water. You wouldn’t last a week in this experiment. Keller gave you a minute, before placing a large hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N, this ain’t gonna be easy. You got a fucked deal. Why would you choose a hellhole like this?”
“Fuck did you do?” He scoffed. “Burn down the capitol building?”
“I killed the head of Freedom Life Insurance Company.”
His brows raised and he whistled.
“I’m assuming not by accident.”
“No.” You said sadly. “My brother/sister got real sick. Terminal kind of sick. Because of an undisclosed oral surgery he/she had when he/she was five years old, they terminated coverage under the basis that the scar tissue was a contributing factor to his/her heart condition. He/she was going to die, unmedicated, untreated, and penniless. It was cold blooded l, premeditated murder on his part. I saw red. I followed him home and stabbed him to death.”
He was more than a little impressed. You didn’t seem the type. You wiped away a tear.
“I’d say I feel bad but I truly don’t. Think of how many people he made die that way, by denying coverage. How many lives he’d ruined. But he was a rich and powerful man, and what I did was seen as political, so I was labeled a domestic terrorist. It was commuted life in Oz or death.”
“That’s fucked.” He lamented, looking outside and seeing how everyone was leering at you. It seemed like it was death either way. He was almost jealous about how much you seemed to love your sibling to do something like that. He wanted someone to fight for him that way. Chris towered over you, placing a hand on your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. You weren’t a bad guy. Not really anyways. These fucks were the wolves.
“We’ll get you through this.” There was something sincere in his voice.
“Through? I’m in for life.”
“Then it’s until death do us part.” He rebutted, rubbing a thumb across your chin. “I’m in for life too. 88 years, but it’s the same shit, different name. Anyone who has a problem with you, has a problem with me, and I’m no first time killer like you. I got a body count in the double digits, and I’m not afraid of that number going up.”
“Am…” you start to ask, then stop yourself. He raised his brow in question. “What’re you gonna want to protect me?”
“That comes gratis with the free room and board.” He did smirk at the last part. “Now, as for what you’re gonna do for me to thank me is all up to you. It ain’t payment, it’s a tip.”
You blush. It’s not like your brain didn’t go there. He was ungodly handsome.
“I’m afraid I don’t have much to give.”
“Pleasure of your company’s good for me.” Keller smiled, turning to help you make your bed. An alarm rang and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Chris chuckled again. “Dinner.”
He held out an elbow, waiting for you to take it.
“You gotta leave the pod at some point. I’d recommend it be with me.”
You figured he was right, and so started to walk behind him to the cafeteria.
The food looked atrocious, but you supposed beggars couldn’t be choosers. Every eye was on you and it mostly spoiled your appetite.
“Easier to go to bed on a full stomach.” Keller said nonchalantly, peeling an orange. “Put a little something in ya.”
You shook your head, just staring white faced at your food. He introduced you to the men sitting next to you; Bob Rebadow, Agamemnon Busmalis, Augustus Hill, and Nikolai Stanislavsky.
“We’re the Others.” Bob introduced. “Everyone who doesn’t belong anywhere belongs here, so you’re in good company, so to speak anyway.”
You liked Bob. He seemed kind.
“I wish I could say I was happy to meet you all. Considering the circumstances though, I’d be fibbing.” You start to eat a little, the kindness of the others bringing a little of your personality out.
The guys start to give you advice they ‘wished they had known’ when they got incarcerated.
“My my, aren’t you a pretty young thing.”
Your head turned on a swivel. Chris didn’t react outwardly but only because he knew this was coming. There was a bald man with several other bald men around him. It didn’t take a genius to know this was the Aryan brotherhood.
“And what can I help you with, Schillinger?” He asked, turning around slowly. Schillinger smiled and extended a hand to you, which you go to accept, naively, until Chris pulled your hand back. “That’s enough of that.”
“Oh, Keller, where’s your sense of fun?” He switched his gaze back to you. “You really gonna tell me you’re not gonna share your new toy.”
Keller put an arm around your shoulders, other hand on your knee, massaging gently. You go to pull away, before you feel his grip on you tighten.
“You know me, Vern, baby, I’ve never been too good at sharing my things.” He pulled you into him, his body heat overtaking you. One of the other men took a step forward, and Chris’ grip tightened.
“Now now, don’t be selfish. Sharing is caring, after all.” He flicked his tongue at you.
“Robson, if you were the last man on the planet she wouldn’t let your gnawed off stumpy cock near her perfect pussy.” Chris stated dismissively. Your face burned and Robson took a menacing step forward before Schillinger’s hand stopped him. “Get lost, both of you, you’re spoiling her appetite.”
“Well then, we’ll just have to make it up to her later.” Schillinger snarled. Your heart was racing, the threatening nature of this conversation wracking your nerves. Chris took his arm from around you and stood up.
“You fuck with my property, I’m gonna burn your world down. And I’m not mincing words here, she is my property.” He sat back down, pulling you towards him again, you looking far too terrified to do anything. He growled; “You’re dismissed.”
Vern kept smiling but you could see the instant hardening of his eyes. He motioned for the other Aryans to walk away. Your heart was still beating out of your chest, so you go to get up and leave, but Chris’ hands stopped you, forcing you roughly back to your seat. He leaned into your ear.
“You run now, they know they got to you.” He motioned to your food to tell you to keep eating. “Besides, you don’t go anywhere without me.”
When dinner was over, you two walked back into your pod to be locked in for the night. You walk to the corner, turn your back to him, and try not to cry. You feel his shadow engulf you.
“Why… I don’t… I’m not your-“
“Kiss me.” He commanded, and you felt a shiver down your spine, turning to him with fear in your eyes. You go to slap him but he catches your hand.
“Are you going to rape me now?”
“No. Never.” He said quickly, back still towards the pod door. “But there are certain realities here. If you belong to me, no one’s gonna touch you, otherwise they risk warring with me. There are eyes on us now. People are watching. They want to see if you give yourself to me or if I take you. You reject me now, they got every reason to think I won’t protect you.”
You relax your hand so he lets you lower it. Your eyes were welling up. You couldn’t believe this was your life now.
“Y/N, you gotta grow the fuck up right here, right now. Life in here is a battlefield. Believe me, I’ve been living in it since I was seventeen. I got a far shittier deal than you’re getting now.” His eyes were stony and hard, his words almost hissing, but there was still a level of sincerity to them. “I promise, on my life, that I’ll never hurt you. But as far as these fucks know, you belong to me. When we’re outside this pod, you do what I say, when I say. You treat me like your master. You don’t go anywhere if I’m not there. You gotta take a shit, I know about it before the toilet does, understood?”
“Yes, sir.” The words escape your mouth before you knew what you were saying. He smirked, taking his palm and putting it half on your chin, half on your neck.
“They’re watching.” He said, forcing your head back when you went to look. “Don’t look. Just kiss me, and make a show of it. It’s gotta be you initiating.”
He stays still, hand running up your jaw and into your hair, smiling sharkishly at you. You pause, but figure he’s right, leaning up, hand on his chest, pressing your lips flush to his. You replay his words in your head and try to make a show of it, running your hands on the back of his head. He puts his arms around your waist, moving his head in a sensual rhythm, sucking your bottom lip. You couldn’t stop the moan that followed, feeling him smile into the kiss. There was a sharp rap on the door, a CO telling you to break it up.
You pull away, a little embarrassed. He chuckled.
“Don’t worry, him breaking us up just drew more attention. Everyone knows what’s what now.” He turned to get ready for bed, fishing off his wifebeater. Your eyes widen and you’re a little happy he’s not looking at you. He really was a gorgeous specimen of a man.
The alarm went off and the lights went out. You crawl onto the bottom bunk, burying yourself under the covers.
“G’night Y/N.” He called from the top bunk.
The next morning, you awoke with a start as the morning alarm sounded. It was a crazy way to be woken up. You crawl out of bed and inspect yourself in the mirror, washing your face. You didn’t have any of your makeup or skincare products, but you knew even in your careless state, you were going to turn heads. You felt a pair of eyes on you, turning to see Chris sitting upright on the bed, smiling at you.
“Please, by all means, continue.” He slid off the bunk. “I was married before. Four times. It’s been a minute though since I’ve seen a woman get herself ready in the morning. It’s nice.”
“Old habits.” You say, heading towards the door, pausing for a second to make sure Chris was following you. He caught your wrist.
“Remember, most important rule; you don’t go anywhere without me. I wasn’t kidding about that toilet business. Crapping in privacy is a luxury you don’t have. Second most important rule; you treat me like God almighty. Ask before you do anything, do whatever I tell you to do, that kinda shit. Look happy about it, look sad about it, whatever, but I expect complete and total obedience for the foreseeable future. People need to think you’re mine.” He shrugged. “Which for all intents and purposes, you are.”
“Got it.” You reply, a little nervous for your first full day in prison. He puts an arm around you.
You walk together to breakfast, sitting down together with the Others. There was a newer face there you didn’t recognize. He introduced himself as Tobias Beecher. There was a little tension between him and Keller that was noticeable, but they kept things pleasant. All in all, the Others was a pleasant group. They largely stayed out of the political drama of Oz. Bob and Busmalis flew under the radar for the most part. Stanislavsky knew how to keep alive. Augustus had the most sense out of everyone. You still felt uneasy, but whenever you started to look over your shoulder too much, Keller would place a hand on your thigh, letting you know he was always watching.
“So what is there to do in Em City?”
They explained jobs and classes to you, and said besides that there was reading and television and Poet.
“And of course, Miss Sally.” Busmalis said, dreamily. You ask who that was and Busmalis’ eyes lit up.
When you get back to Em City, he guides you immediately to the television, asking them to put on the Schoolyard. You saw a balloon breasted blonde jumping up and down and teaching lessons about kindness and the letter D.
Keller pulled over a seat for you. You try to focus on the television, but your eyes were torn away every time you felt eyes on your body. Still, it wasn’t as bad as it could have been, and you had Keller to thank for that. He stole glances at you from time to time. Lingering stares that revved your engine and somehow still settled your nerves.
Chris starts a conversation with Busmalis, debating the genuineness of his Miss Sally signed baseball cap. You forget the rules and feel nature start to call, getting up and going to your pod to use the restroom. You get halfway there, when you feel an open hand on your backside, squeezing. It was a shorter man, covered in tattoos. One of the bikers. You slap his hand away out of habit, only to have him grab your hand and tug you swiftly out of the view of the hacks. You go to scream but he places a thick fingered hand on your mouth. You were backed up against the wall, feeling his arousal pressing against your leg.
“Man, don’t tell me Killer Keller let you out of his sight already. Either he’s gotten slow, or you’re just not worth the trouble. Either way, more for me.” He pressed the sharp end of a shank against your belly to stop you from squirming. You feel his hands shift on your body and you couldn’t believe something like this was happening this soon.
That was until the biker was tackled to the ground, taking you with him, his hand releasing you so you could gasp loudly. Keller wrestled him to the ground, hardly even breaking a sweat in his technique.
He was barely even registering what he was doing on his face, fighting and winning becoming as natural to him as breathing in and out.
The fight was broken up quickly. The Hacks grabbed indiscriminately at both men, but you lay a shaky hand on Murphy’s arm.
“He was protecting me; please don’t punish him!” You basically beg him not to take your protector away with wide and pleading eyes. Murphy weighed out the options of leaving you completely unprotected, but he, in his heart, was not a cruel man, so he instructed the other COs to let Keller go.
You feel your heart glow after this, knowing you’d be safe. That he, Keller, would keep you safe. You looked at Keller with an admiration filled smile. He didn’t smile back though, baby blue eyes narrowing as he motioned for you to follow him.
“Mr. Keller- shit, sorry- Chris, thank you for everything… that could have been bad.” You chuckle nervously. He didn’t say anything, just leading you back to your pod.
He slammed the door, backing you into a corner.
“Chris…” you squeak, your back hitting the wall. He places a large hand in either side of you, leaning in.
“My two goddamn rules too hard for you? Shit, the second is just an addendum to the first. Should I have written them on your hand like a child?” He sneered, and you felt your blood run cold. He leaned in even closer. “Rule one was listening to everything I say, and rule two was don’t go anywhere alone. How on God’s green fucking earth did you manage to break both exceedingly simple rules in the span of ten minutes?”
“I’m sorry.” You whimper, pitifully, painfully aware of how secluded the two of you were. “I had to go to the bathroom.”
“I think I made my position on that scenario very clear. You come tell me, and I take you. Unless you wanna be raped on your way to the shitter.” He hissed. “This place isn’t summer camp, Y/N. It’s a fucking alligator pit. I gotta a risk my ass for you, all day, every day, I expect -no, demand- that you don’t so incredibly stupid things. That okay? Is that too goddam much to ask?”
“No, sir.” You reply. “I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“Damn skippy, baby.” He growled, placing a hand on the side of your head, eyes softening a little. “How far did he get?”
It took a second for you to realize what he was asking.
“Not far. You came just in time, actually.” You expressed again how grateful you were. He stroked the side of your face with his thumb.
“I know it’s hard to see now, but this is a good thing.”
“News will spread through Oz. That as kicking will reinforce you as my girl, and since he didn’t get far, no one will be gossiping about how good a lay you are. It discourages temptation. At least it was a pussy ass biker and not Robson or God forbid, Schillinger. They’d be much harder to stop once they got a taste.” He started to grin again, lowering his face down by you with white sharp teeth showing. “You gonna be a good girl and behave yourself?”
Your whole body shut down, feeling your knees go weak and your heart race furiously inside your chest. Against your better judgment but along with your instincts, you nod your head feverishly. He chuckled loving the mix of terrified and aroused expressions on your face.
“Excellent. Follow Daddy’s rules and he won’t have to punish you. I can be very generous, but I can also be a vindictive fuck when I really put my mind to it.”
“Got it Dadd- I mean sir- I mean…” you struggled for the right words, not entirely sure there were any. His dimples popped as he grinned ear to ear.
The rest of the day goes semi easily. People still stare from time to time, but nobody makes a move, the message from earlier having been sent effectively.
You make friends with The Others. Bob is especially cordial to you, and Augustus appreciates your mind, ever the gentleman. Nikolai was the epitome of class in a place like this. Busmalis put his foot in his mouth while talking to you a lot, but he seemed harmless. Only Other you hadn’t met yet was a Tobias Beecher, who spent a lot of time hanging out around the Muslims. You ask Bob why he didn’t hang out with The Others, and you watch all of them see Keller flinch. It shocked you, that someone could get to the all great Keller that way, but you let it go, deciding that you’d already pissed Keller off enough for one day.
Count came before you knew it, and you trailed behind Keller like a lost puppy, the most at ease you’d been since going to Oz.
“Chris?” You asked, sitting on the bottom bunk, swirling your hair on one finger.
“Yeah, muffin?” He was doing pushups on the floor, half for your benefit. You watch his back muscles flex as he did so. You considered not asking what you wanted to, but knew he had somewhat of a soft spot for you, and figured you were as safe as one could be in Oz.
“I don’t quite understand about Beecher.”
He stopped his pushups, hovering mid air before leaning on his knees and looking up at you.
“He’s an Other, but he doesn’t hang out with the Others. He’s with the Muslims, Kareem Said and them. I don’t know. It’s not odd to you?”
“Beecher’s a big boy, he can decide who he wants to hang with or not.” He replied, face impassive. You try to push the subject.
“Why do the Muslims accept him?”
“They don’t, Kareem Said does. Big difference.”
“Y/N” Keller instructed, and you shut your mouth. “The politics of Oz will become clear to you soon enough. All you gotta know is that you’re on the menu and I won’t let anyone fuck with you. Keep your mind on those two facts.”
“Menu.” You repeat, a sinking feeling in your stomach when he said that.
“Yeah. Menu. You’re Oz’s new dinner special.” He stood up, walking toward the mirror. “You’re temptation itself. Everyone Prags everyone in here just trying to recreate what it is you got. I ain’t been with a woman in years. Some for half or full decades. And here you come along, wiggling your cute ass for everyone to see. Whoever offered you this ‘deal’ must want you to suffer, because I can see it on every fucker’s face in here when they see you. How delicious a fuck you must be. Gotta admit. I’ve wondered myself.”
“Why don’t you rape me?” You ask, hating the question as soon as it came out of your mouth. He smirked and continued to towel off, muscles rippling every time he flexed.
“I don’t roll like that, sugar. I like my conquests to throw themselves at me. Ain’t hard. You’ve seen what I got, and I’m like an iceberg; everything you think I got going for me is ten percent of what I have to offer. I’ve had women, men, and some who don’t identify as either all practically kissing my feet, begging me to rail ‘em.” He turned to you, leaning on the sink. “I ain’t ever dealt in anything but satisfied customers. It’s not even the sex for me. It’s the chase. The game.”
“I see.” You say quietly. You hate how aroused you are by him. He sparked a fire in your body. As much as he said you were, he was total temptation to you. “So you don’t take what you want, people give it to you willingly?”
“Bingo, baby.” He gestured for you to stand up, so you do. “Now, we ain’t gotta do much to keep the charade going. Oz discourages fucking among its inmates. But you gotta flirt with me a little. I’ll leave it up to your comfort. When we’re in public or in the Pod, people are watching. So every now and then, do something to show them I’ve won you.”
“Oh, far be it from me to tell someone how to do their job. You don’t gotta suck my cock or anything but little gestures here and there will sell the story. I get a little possessive over what’s mine, so if people think that I’ve got you fawning all over me, they’ll know not to touch. Geddit?”
“Yes, I think I do.” You shift from foot to foot, trying not to look at those supposed eyes on you.
“Doesn’t have to be now. Just do it when it feels-“
You lean into his chest, nuzzling his neck, and place several soft, warm kisses on his clavicle. He places his hands on the small of your back, holding you close to him so that other people could clearly see you kissing him. You move up to his neck, nipping gently. Chris let out a heavy sigh, pulling your hair back instinctively to reveal your neck, pressing his tongue flat and dragging it across your skin. A deep, throaty moan escaped you, face burning red.
You pull away, all blushes and sighs, and go to get in your bottom bunk. You feel a pinch on your backside. You smile to yourself.
Being in Oz was a roller coaster of emotions. You were terrified, sure, but you found yourself more at ease and, dare you say it, enamored with Chris every moment. He was ravishingly handsome. He had that kind of sexy psycho killer charm.
You turned over on your bunk, feeling the weight of Chris shake the top bunk.
You had a hard time falling asleep in these walls, but the locked door on the pod provided some comfort. You felt your eyelids go heavy, blinking until you couldn’t take the weight of it anymore. You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep for, when more shaking from the top bunk roused you awake. Your eyes blinked open slowly, brow furrowing as you look to see if Chris was up, having been facing the wall. You go to turn around when suddenly you feel full body weight on you.
“Chris?” You go to ask, before you feel a hand clamped on your mouth. You muffle a sound for a second, but then you feel his teeth taking across your neck, causing you to freeze, indulging a shiver here or there. You wait for an explanation, which he seems to see, chuckling darkly into your skin.
“Goddamn, Y/N, you look positively delicious, wriggling for me like that.” He nipped at your jaw, grinning to himself the whole time. “Why, little miss thing, I’d say you even look good enough to eat.”
You squirm, but not out of fear, but the worst kind of deplorable horniness. You were embarrassed by how turned on you are, face glowing red in the dark.
“See, I was going to go to bed today, before I realized I didn’t really punish your disobedience today.” You feel his hand run up your thighs, between your legs. “Daddy made the rules very clear. But, this is partially my fault for not being firm enough with you. I fear I’ve spoiled you. Spoiled you rotten.”
He pressed a kiss you your chest, ripping your shirt off your body like it was nothing. He popped your breast into his mouth, growling as he thoughtfully bit your nipple. You squirmed and squealed with delight in his arms. His big hands felt so foreign to you. He seemed to know all the ways to work your body, like he’d been there before, playing you like a marionette.
“Fuck me, baby girl, you’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He rolled himself on top of you, grinding his hard prick into your belly. “Show Daddy what a good little slut you can be.”
He too his hand off your mouth, grabbing at the hollow of your hips and spreading your legs for him. You squeak but don’t say anything else, knowing better than to cause a scene. No ‘stop’s ever left your lips. You didn’t want him to stop. You were positively enthralled with what his marble carved body could do to you.
“Y/N, sweet pea, I’m gonna fuck you now, and I want you to moan and squeak and writhe to your heart’s content, but don’t scream, even if I push you over ecstasy’s edge. Get wet for me, ‘cause I’m sliding into home plate now, and I ain’t getting out until we both get off. Okay? Sound alright to you, cupcake?”
You nod your head vigorously. He chuckled to himself before lining his massive cock up with your pussy, plunging in. You go to scream, before his hand cups over your mouth again, killing your shriek in your throat.
“Disobedient again, huh? You just can’t seem to follow the rules.” He started stirring himself inside of you, and you buck your hips instinctively. “Shit, good thing I came when I did. You needed this bad.”
He started thrusting, as softly at first as he was capable while still hitting your cervix. Then, he picked up speed and strength, you face twisting in pleasure. He plummeted into you, and your body starts to fight back, hitting at him and squirming around as he battered your body. He took his hand off your mouth angina, stealing your chest and hips.
“I swear to God, Y/N, if you scream I’ll break you in two.” He threatened, stroking the side of your face with one hand, the other pressing your tummy to feel himself inside of you. “Now, be a good girl and say my name.”
“C-ch-Chris…” you groan, as he stirred his curved dick in your guts. “Oh… God… Chris…”
“That’s right, gorgeous, say the name of the man who fucks you so good.”
“Ohhhh, Chris!” You say with increasing urgency, as you felt your orgasm start to build in your body. You felt like your vag was about to snap. “Chris… please… fuck me…”
“Y/N…” he droned your name, his dick starting to hurt with how hard it was.
“Y/N, wake up!” You feel your body shake and your eyes fly open, seeing Chris leaning over you in bed. Your face instantly goes red, crossing your legs to cover your arousal.
“I… I was having a bad dream.” You managed to say, eyes darting all over to see that your dream wasn’t real. He raised a brow at you.
“Must have been some bad dream. You’re sweating.” He dragged a finger across your shoulder, the sensation of hot perspiration all over your body.
“Yeah… it was a doozy.” You lie, going to sit up, your stomach turning. He stood up, going to the sink to drench a towel for you, wringing it out.
“What was it about?” He asked, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.
“Yeah… that biker and all that.” You turn your head down to look at your hands. The silence dragged on a little too long, so you went to look at him again, only now he was grinning predatorily.
“You’re a shit fucking liar.”
Your heart goes cold in your chest, skipping several beats.
“Nah, I mean it was a good try. Nightmare. Oz stuff. That biker. You took a shot, and I admire that.” He walked over to you and handed you the towel. Your throat went dry. “All that might have worked but you’re forgetting that you were asleep, I wasn’t.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Y’know I could hear you moaning my name right?”
Fuck, if you were red before your whole face, body, and soul were crimson now, the blood rushing back to your heart and making you feel woozy. That sharkish grin returned.
“I gotta say, I’m pretty flattered. Seemed like I was doing a good job in that dream of yours.” He sat on the edge of the bed, taking the towel from to and dabbing you off. “How’d I do it?”
“How’d I take you?” He asked, eyes boring into your soul. “Let me guess, we were in a classroom and I was your teacher promising you and A if you ‘worked for it’, right?”
“Yeah, it sounded a little something like that. Breathier, though.” Teased a still smiling Chris.
“Please don’t tell anyone.” Your eyes are serious, a panic in them.
“C’mon, Y/N, who the fuck would I tell? You may have noticed I’m not the most social guy.” He smirked and ran a hand over your forehead. “Im just intrigued. I happen to think you’d be a tremendous fuck, and based on the state of you when you woke up, you have a similar opinion of me.”
“I mean, you’re you. You have to know you’re an attractive man.”
“I know it all too well, baby. You’re not so bad yourself.” He winked at you, leaning in. “What was it like?”
“What was…?” You think for a second about what he meant. His eyes looked ravenous. Like he would take you right now for real.
“What was it like to fuck me? I want to see how accurate you got it.”
“Chris, please, I just want to go back to sleep, I’m humiliated enough.” You turn over to go to sleep. His hand reached out and turned you back to him.
“Don’t be embarrassed, honey, like you said, you’re only human. I am pretty gorgeous.”
You laugh, the shame leaving your body.
“And you’re so humble too.”
You both share a laugh. He gets up to go back to bed, calling out from the top bunk;
“If there’s a benevolent God in this world, I’ll get to have a sex dream about you now.”
It’s the next morning and you only need to look into Chris’s eyes to see that everything was going to be alright. He wasn’t going to hold the dream you had about him over your head. But you could also see that he saw you differently. That even though it had just been a dream, there was a part of him that felt like he’d already had you. And in a way, he had. He had your mind. You put together that dream about him because he occupied a space in your head now. Chris loved owning people’s minds. That’s part of the reason he didn’t force himself on you. See, for someone his size it was easy to take someone physically. But the real game was getting to fuck with someone’s head. To really own a part of their consciousness. When he looked at you now, he could see in your eyes that you were his. Now and forever.
You’re in the lunch room with him the next day, carrying your tray to the table, trailing behind Keller, when your red barrel juice tumbles off your tray onto the ground. You reach down to pick it up when you see another hand. Looking up, you identify him as Beecher, the Other you’d never officially met.
“Heard of me, huh?” He smiles.
“Hard to take a shit on a Nazi’s face and fly under the radar.” You joke and he barks out a quick laugh.
“I just figured with your roommate being Keller and all that I didn’t get talked about a lot.”
You agree and ask him why that is. He shrugs.
“He gets a little possessive with his conquests, even after they break up.” He explains and you look at him inquisitively. “He didn’t mention we used to fuck?”
“No, I’m sorry. But he does get quiet whenever you’re brought up.” You turn to find where Keller is sitting, when you lock eyes with him. Those eyes were as terrifying and intense as you’d ever seen them, a burning passion. He was grimacing. If looks could kill you couldn’t tell which one of you would be dead. Possibly both. Beecher noticed too.
“You’d better get back. I’m sorry if I fucked things up for you.” He hurries away, nodding in Keller’s direction. You go to sit down with him. All the Others regard the situation warily but continue on their conversation over which woman in Oz was more fuckable. You were one of the honorable mentions, but no one seemed to linger on it for too long, watching Keller with a kind of caution. You realized that no one wanted to admit to wanting to fuck you, the unspoken threat of Keller’s rage speaking loud enough to everyone.
Keller was silent, stabbing at his chicken gruffly, ignoring you. You elbow him a little and when he looked at you, you smiled at him. He couldn’t lie, it softened him a little. You hadn’t intended to antagonize him by talking to Beecher. He knew that. Still, Beecher knew what he was doing. Now Keller was in the uncomfortable position of threatening an old lover for a new lover. You follow him out of the lunch room, turning to go back to Em City, when he tugged at your arm, having you turn the other way.
“Let’s go to the library.” He phrased it more as a command than a suggestion. You agree and follow him. Before you hit the library, however, he opens a storage closet and pulls you in.
“New rule. You don’t ever interact with Beecher. He talks to you, you go deaf and walk the other way.” He turns to you, eyes furious. You were taken aback. He was so friendly this morning that you’d gotten whiplash with this latest interaction.
“Is that because you two used to be together?” You ask, not registering what a loaded question you’d just thrown at him. His eyes went completely cold. He took a menacing step towards you. For the first time since you’d met him, you were legitimately a little afraid.
“That didn’t sound like a ‘yes, sir’ to me.”
“You got no fucking survival instincts, Y/N, that’s part of the reason they put you with me. So if you want to survive, you listen to what I say. Beecher’s trouble. You talk to him, if he doesn’t pull something, the Aryan’s will. This isn’t advice, it’s a fucking order.” He walked up to you and slammed his hand on the shelving unit behind you, making you jump. You worked up a little courage, not liking this new attitude towards you.
“You’re supposed to help me survive, not become my new warden. Or am I just some prag to you?”
“Y’know what, Y/N, for all intents and purposes, you are my prag. Prags also know when to shut up and listen.”
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do.” You flounder, a little fire building in your chest. He caught your chin and forced you to look at him.
“I think that’s exactly what you need, Y/N. I think you need some fucking boundaries. Or have I fucking spoiled your bratty ass already?”
You froze, what he was saying hardening to the dream from last night. Your eyes went wide and your heart skipped a beat, a redness bleeding onto your cheeks. Chris smirked unkindly, getting about an inch from your face.
“Maybe that’s what you want too. Maybe, just maybe, you’ve been waiting your whole life to be told what to do. To ‘yes sir’ ‘no sir’ to your little heart’s content, and get rewarded for coming into submission.” He pressed your noses together. Your whole body trembled, unable to look away from his eyes like a bird stuck in a cobra’s gaze. “Is that what you want, Y/N? To submit?”
You open and close your mouth several times, eyes darting around the closet, heart beating out of your chest. Your brain goes fuzzy. He laughs softly to himself.
“Sounds like a resounding yes to me. So, Y/N, get on your fucking knees, now.”
