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Good For Me/ Feel So Bad Chapter 3 (Albert Shaw x fem!Reader)
There's a Pull
You were late, oh God you were late and Albert was stressing out. You were a stickler to your schedules and hardly ever deviated from it, so why were you late today? Did you quit? Did you get into an accident? All these questions ran through Albert's mind, panic stricken and worried. You started work at 8:30am, you got to the cafe at 8:15am, it was 8:25, ten minutes after your usual arrival and Albert hated that.
How was he supposed to protect you and be your saviour if you decided to deviate from the rules? imaginary rules and timelines he had set. He felt himself grow more antsy than angry, when he heard footsteps rushing down the path. He turned and saw you jogging lightly towards the cafe, hair slightly a mess, face flushed and a little out of breath. Painting a pretty picture of what you could possibly look underneath him, writhing and moaning in pleasure, out of breath and staring at him with lust filled eyes.
"Hey magic man," you greeted with a slight smile. Albert coughing as his face grew flushed and his pants now uncomfortably tight.
"Albert." He mumbled, looking anywhere but at you, shy and nervous once more.
"What?" You asked with a gentle smile, huffing out some air as you tried to catch your breath.
"M' names Albert." He repeated, finally looking at you. Taking in your features, when he noticed a slight discolouration around one of your eyes. Squinting slightly, balling his fists as he recognised the bruising and swelling around your eyes.
You just stared back, a gentle smile gracing your features. Success! The magic man told you his name, finally some sense of familiarity! Glancing down at your watch, with a deep sigh you wish Albert a good day and rush inside. He just stood there and watched you walk away, mind racing with theories on how you got your bruise. Memories of the night he "escorted" you home flooding back to him; you're nervous demeanour when you got home, the sneer and attitude from the man answering the door. You were scared of him, so why did you tolerate him? There wasn't a ring on your finger, the man was far too young to be your father so why did he have such a hold over you? Questions like these ran through Albert's head all day, theories, conspiracies and genuine concern for your well being. If you were going to be his new toy, and he didn't like the idea of his toys being bruised and broken before he had the chance. He had claimed you the day you defended him, and he was going to make damn sure nothing bad happened to you again.
"What a loser." Lori snorted, watching Albert fumble his deck of cards in the brisk autumn wind. You frowned at her, as you applied more foundation to your eye, looking into a compact mirror. "What? He is, he gives me the creeps." She continued, smacking her gum.
You sighed, staring blankly at the back of Albert's head.
"He's nice to me." You muttered. Lori just scoffed.
"You have that fine piece of ass that works all day at the hardware store and your more concerned about some freak who's nice?" She sneered, inspecting her nails.
Your eyes darted back to her, brows furrowed at the way she spoke about your boyfriend. Unsure how to react you opted to ignore her and focus on tidying the cafe. The bruise by your eye throbbing gently.
Albert, watching you through the window frowns deeply. What kind of monster could hurt a gentle dove like you? He was going to get his answer.
The next day, he didnt set up shop at the cafe like he had been every day for the last month. It was empty to you not seeing his table or his gentle voice and awkward mannerisms as he tried to entertain people. He unknowingly lit up your day, so that day at work was a very long and very tedious shift. Dealing with shitty customers to Lori's constant snide remarks about how much better the cafe is without him.
Albert was on the otherside of town, he had parked at the front of your house, sitting quietly in his van and observing. He watched you leave for work, heart skipping a beat as you walked further away from him. Today his mission wasn't you, it was to get to know the current demon in your life. Because if Albert wanted to be the devil, he had to scope out the competition.
An hour after you had left, a tall and well built, strong looking man saunters out the door, ashing a cigarette, and getting in his car heading to work. Albert followed him at a safe distance for quite some time before pulling up out the front of the old hardware store he used to work at. Hands gripping the wheel tight, white knuckles cracking.
"Bastard." He muttered, how could he have forgotten? This prick had started working here the same week Albert got fired for a fight he didn't start.
All day, Albert sat out front, watching and observing, seeing the scum flirt with every woman that walked in and out of the store. This man was the epitome of lust, how the hell did you end up with him? Was the one question rattling around his brain. Such a boring and bland human being, so insignificant that Albert was positive no one would miss him if he just suddenly ended up missing…
Suddenly, Albert peeled away from the store, racing home to get whatever sick idea he had in his head down on paper. He knew what he needed to do, but had to wait for the right time.
i accidentally stumbled upon "why not me?" and it was A GOOD ONE. that slow burn and possessiveness in the chapter one- 🤌🏻🖤
Hi anon!
Why Not Me? was one of the last fics (if not the last) that I edited, proof-read & posted before going on my long unofficial hiatus. So it's very fresh in my memory, feels like yesterday 🤧
Possessive slowburn with huge but emotionally stunted men is STILL what tickles my pickle, nothing has changed ♡
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I absolutely need more Possessive Al X Younger/Fem/Reader, The way you write It is TOO good. <3
Thank you so much ♡
He might be the only character I still have confidence I do a good job with. It'll feel like reuniting with an ex, haven't written Albert stuff at all in 2026, if I remember correctly. Lord-
I think I have some Albert goodness in my paused queue.
Kinda trying something new with the outline, probably won’t keep it. Also the modern baseball edit won’t be out for a bit because I’m scene hunting and want to use scenes from Nimrods and Idiots 😓 (new Mason Thames movies 🙏)
(I just realized the filter is on the wrong layer, forgive the quality because I can't fix it now)
Y'all I cannot take his canon look seriously with those fuckin gucci glasses on so I'm making him Ethan Hawke again lmao
Summary: Albert Shaw is in his mid-twenties and working as a handyman at Camp Alpine and despite his interest in young boys developing into something criminal, he still finds himself seeking the approval of the Camp Owner and lead Counsellor
A/N: This is an original character x young!Albert Shaw (Camp Alpine edition). I wanted to write something other than you x Al. Let me know how I do or if you despise the oc lol.
Includes: MDNI! M|M, age gap - but legal this time lol, bottom!Al, hairpulling, dubious consent, blow job (face fucking), crying after sex hehehehe. plot. mb
Albert Shaw wasn't one for much eye contact, especially for a man who was twice his age and physically larger than him. It made him small. Made him fragile.
He clenched his hands into fists on his lap and busied himself with whatever was on the man's desk, though he wouldn't remember what had decorated the surface later.
"I'm not much of a... kid person. My mother used to come here, I think. I just want to help out in another way," he shifted in his seat, sitting up straighter. "I fix things. I'm good with my hands. I can work maintenance." Finally meet the man's gaze, he felt the camp owner's steel-grey eyes burning a hole through his head.
"Good with your hands" the man repeated, mocking him no doubt, and pulling a slight touch of pink to Al's cheeks. His knuckles turned white the harder he clenched his hands. "Well, we definitely could use a helping hand around here. Things fall apart when kids over-use them."
Al relaxed slightly. He needed the job. The distraction. He needed to do something with his hands so that he didn't keep thinking about those images that betrayed him while he was alone.
In truth, he didn't remember if his mother ever attended the camp. It seemed like something she would do, but he was under the impression that a place so devout and holy would lead him away from the sinful thoughts that plagued him.
"Thank you, uh--" crap. He'd forgotten the man's name already. Al flushed a darker shade of pink under the owner's scrutiny, being offered nothing more than a raised eyebrow in response. "... sir".
The man snorted.
"Mister Caine will do. Or Ezrah, if you're brave"
"M-Mister Caine" Al tried to gain his footing back, shooting up, his hand offered to the man to shake. "You won't regret this". Caine left him waiting for a moment before rising slowly and taking his hand firmly. They were warmer than Al's - pleasantly so. He shook his hand slowly, pulling Al closer just slightly.
"We'll see."
--
Albert's submissive 'act' dropped as he left the main building, his face twisting into a scowl. Damn it. Damn him. What the hell had happened in there to make him so stiff?
He shook it off, appreciative of the chill in the air to knock his senses back into him.
He was shown the campgrounds and the cabin he would stay in by some yappy thing named Barbara, who seemed intent on getting his attention with questions he ignored. When that failed, she resorted to compliments.
She liked his longer hair and thought his too-slim frame was different to other men. He wasn't as 'macho' and apparently that was striking on him. That he was a 'pretty' man. He shot her a scowl that pulled an unconscious squeak from her, his eyes reminiscent of the ice-covered lake they walked nearby.
He could really only hope that working there would get him looking less breakable. He'd have to eat more...
His cabin was close to the woods - he could hunt for food!
That perked him up slightly. Al had been getting more and more twitchy about urges he didn't understand. But the idea of being able to use his hands to end the life of something smaller than him...
Barb aside, he was starting to get excited.
That was until the children appeared.
Boys and girls of different ages all trudged through the snow and clambered over each other to talk or race into the warm embrace of one of the buildings. Albert's eyes tracked the, longer than they should have, latched to the group of boys that led the groups inside.
He didn't smile. Or blink.
He just watched with an empty expression, gazing over each one individually as they disappeared inside.
--
There was something unique about Albert Shaw that Ezrah couldn't place. A quality to him that made him eager to see what he would get up to at the camp. After meeting him, he doubted the younger man would be much for socialising with the camp counselors, or the children for that matter. He looked young for 25 - likely due to the hair and how very skinny he hadn't grown out of. Ezrah had seen teen boys grow into their bodies, yet Albert seemed to keep that strange, youthful lankiness.
It was Caine's best kept secret that he had more of a connection to men than women. He obviously partook in dating out in the open - even marrying a woman before she passed of an illness he couldn't recall. The title of widow kept people from talking about potential extra-curriculars and allowed him to hunt for his own interests.
He wasn't a creep or anything. Caine didn't desire the boys that attended his camps. He did appreciate something young, but not that young. In fact, he had planned on being miserable over the short period he was working, since his usual go-to side-piece had neglected to return as a camp counselor.
In the first few days after Shaw had been hired, Ezrah often found the man working diligently. He found it amusing to watch him stalk through the camp with that toolbelt loose around his waist like some gunslinger. He was true to his word, though, not interacting with the kids even when they stopped to ask him questions. He just stiffened like one of them had cast a spell on him and awkwardly sidled off to do a project he'd decided needed his attention.
Caine watched him enter the woods a few times throughout the day and more so through the evening. Despite the camp providing food for everyone, Albert seemed more content hopping into the woods, cutting his own firewood, and hunting rabbits or the occasional deer. He'd gone fishing once or twice but the lake didn't surrender much, as far as Caine could tell.
One evening he brought down a bowl of vegetables - a peace offering in hopes of getting to know the man better.
--
Al was doing just fine, in his mind. Every time he had an itch, he wandered into the woods with an axe and split himself firewood, or he would spend his time hunting. He dragged animal corpses back to his cabin and skinned them, used their meat for cooking, and experimented with whatever was left. It stopped the twitch in his hands. The blood that he washed off his skin made those thoughts quiet...
"Mister Shaw?" his head snapped up as someone announced themselves at his door. He pulled it open, a frown on his face. Caine. Right. He should be polite. "I uh... did I catch you at the wrong time?" the man looked embarrassed, or nervous. Al quirked an eyebrow until he glanced down, realising he was shirtless... crap.
"No. Just got some blood on my shirt. Hunting" he mumbled as he stepped back, letting Ezrah inside. He didn't like the way the man towered over him. Even spending his time lugging around wood and working himself to exhaustion over a few days hadn't made much improvement on his figure. He was still horribly skinny.
"Ah, of course. Well, I came bearing gifts. Vegetables" Caine mused as he set the large bowl down. "I noticed that you were eating a lot of meat but not much else..." Al looked over the various items the man had brought for him, pursing his lips. He really wasn't any good at a balanced diet...
"I didn't want to interrupt others in the cafeteria... and it didn't seem fair to make people wait for me to finish up there to pack it all up" Al shrugged as he fidgeted with a cob of corn.
"There's no harm in me bringing some dinner foods down then is there? Perhaps I could get Barbara to sneak me an extra helping of dessert for you" Caine gave him a wink that stumped Al. "You look like you'd enjoy something... creamy? Sweet?" Al blinked.
"I guess... I didn't really grow up having a lot of dessert things so I wouldn't know" he shrugged in response. It was hard for him to decipher why Caine was being so... kind to him. Even if this was a simple act of generosity, Al hadn't exactly done anything to warrant it. In fact, he'd been a recluse so far. Ignored just about everyone and ensured that he avoided the camp counsellors his age.
"I can treat you to some things I like personally then" Ezrah hummed. "Oop, you have a little-- something just..." he moved closer, taking one of Al's wash cloths and running it over his shoulder and down to his collarbone. Al went still, his jaw tightening as the man touched him. He couldn't stop the warmth creeping up his neck as Ezrah gently wiped what he assumed to be more blood off his body. Al watched him closely, the man not meeting his eyes, focused on his chest as he dragged the cloth further down. He glanced after it. No more blood to wipe up so why was he--
He grabbed the man's wrist as Caine slid it down the line of hair leading into his pants. Al tilted his head in slight confusion. Caine simply mimicked the movement, smiling slightly.
"What are we having for dinner then?" Ezrah asked as he pulled away, setting the cloth down and leaving Al frazzled. It didn't give him much room to deny him a meal. He was meant to be polite to the older man...
And Al had limited social skills at the best of times.
"I killed rabbits" he replied flatly, watching Caine like the man was an animal he'd never seen before.
"Rabbit! Wonderful. Shall we get the vegetables cooking then?" Ezra was beaming at him like they were friends already. Were they friends??
--
The first dinner together had been unsurprisingly awkward at times, Caine registering that Shaw didn't exactly know how to make small talk. It left him filling in when they sat in silence. Eventually he opened up enough to discuss his interest in ice skating.
"I'll have to come watch you show off on the lake then" Ezrah hummed, putting a piece of cooked rabbit in his mouth. Albert started at the way it had slipped off his fork into his mouth. He'd stared at Caine's lips far too long, gnawing at his own.
When dinner finished, Ezrah didn't press, leaving him and taking things back up to the main part of camp to get washed.
Just as he promised, Ezrah had followed the kids down for their activities on the ice and made a stop by Al's cabin.
"Come on. You can help me referee" he put his hand on the younger man's back, fingers splayed out, pressing firm. Gods he wondered how warm Al's skin was underneath those clothes of his.
From the look on the younger man's face, Ezrah knew he wasn't overly enthusiastic about joining them for any kind of activity. Especially not getting involved himself. But Ezrah wasn't taking no for an answer, Al grabbing his skates on the way out the door.
"I have things to do today, I shouldn't be out there for too long" he tried, making Caine smile.
"Good thing we won't be out on the lake very long then. It's awfully cold" he replied, making Al's lips twitch into a frown. "Where's that handsome smile, hm? You don't want to make the kids think you're being forced to be here." Al's eyes widened. Ezrah would have given just about anything to know what was running through his head then. He couldn't tell whether the pink dusting his cheeks and nose was from the sudden chill in the air - from leaving his cabin - or from his compliment.
Al eventually responded with a tight-lipped smile that looked forced. "I'm sure I'll get my smile when you see some of these kids fall face first onto the ice. I shouldn't laugh, but I think it's perfectly fine to have a chuckle at the ones who don't listen to instructions."
Al actually gave him a little scoffing chuckle, his smile widening. "See? Handsome" Ezrah mused as he slid his hand to rest on Al's waist, pulling him a little closer.
--
That mother fucker Caine was going to be the end of Albert. Not only was the man more comfortable being touchy with him than just about anyone he'd ever met, including his own brother, but he seemed to want to be everywhere Al was.
Their time on the ice had been... fine, he supposed. The kids barely interacted with him outside of arguing that they definitely did not break the rules of the game, when in fact they had, but Ezrah handled that for him. All he did was skate around and frown at children. Whenever he caught himself watching one boy in particular for too long, he would get interrupted by Caine - as if the man knew what compulsions he was hiding. Al couldn't decide if he was grateful for it or if he was terribly annoyed.
Ever since the vegetables-incident, Al had been sharing his hard-earned dinner with the camp leader, but it wasn't like he didn't get anything in return. Ezrah brought down more vegetables or salad things, desserts, and shared expensive whiskey with him. The whiskey had to be his favorite. It made him relax more around the older man.
"I don't think I've ever had an old man pay this much attention to me before" Al mused, tipsy from the three(?) drinks he'd had. Caine grinned at him, still nursing his first one.
"Old man? I'm not that old... I am twice your age, I suppose" the man sighed dramatically. "But I age like whiskey, Mister Shaw." Al swallowed when Caine winked at him. "Why wouldn't I pay attention to you? You're a handsome, young thing..."
"You're bold" Al scoffed into his glass. Caine let them linger in a moment of silence before he used his foot to drag Al's chair closer to him.
"Is it unwanted?"
Al watched the man's foot, jerking slightly as his chair moved, almost spilling his drink. He shot the man a wide-eyed expression - a deer caught in headlights. He opened his mouth once. Then again. And for a third time. Sound not escaping him as he tried to respond.
"I just noticed you not really... paying much attention to some of the young ladies here. But the boys on the other hand--"
"I dont--"
"Relax. I'm not here to make trouble. Look as much as you like just... don't touch. That causes me and the camp problems." Ezrah hummed and Al wasn't entirely sure how to respond to that. Was Caine a deviant? Did he have thoughts like Al did? "I prefer them older of course. But being unable to experiment for yourself before you're an adult can lead to... finding the excitement of teenagers compelling."
"I'm not--"
"You don't have to admit anything... but I do want to know--" Caine's foot dragged up Al's leg slowly. "Do you like older men too, Mister Shaw?"
Al knocked back his drink, coughing as it went down the wrong way. He set the glass on the table in front of him and ran his hands through his hair. This wasn't something he was prepared to talk about. Not with Caine - or anyone for that matter. It wasn't right.
Thoughts of his father plagued his mind, swimming around the alcohol that made him dizzy.
He didn't know when Caine had gotten up from his chair, or moved to stand in front of him, but he blinked away blurry vision to see the man reaching for him. Al felt like his reaction time had slowed greatly, just staring as the man ran his fingers through his hair. He felt the scrape of nails over his scalp and shuddered, leaning forward slightly only to find his forehead pressed against the older man's firm stomach.
"You seem so very lonely, Albert" Caine cooed softly as he continued to pet him, raking fingers through his hair. "You need someone to take care of you... Not some young thing out there. They wouldn't know what to do with you."
Al mumbled something into the man's shirt, not really making any sense out of his own words. His hands came up slowly, fisting in Cain's shirt. He closed his eyes, listening to the sounds of Caine undoing his own belt.
When Al managed to lift his head back up, his body heavy, he was greeted with the man standing over him, hardening cock settled in Caine's hand. He stared. Mouth open, eyes half lidded. Crap, he was a bit more of a lightweight than he thought.
--
Ezrah found it wonderful that Albert wasn't able to handle his alcohol. It made the man so much more... open to new ideas. He stroked himself slowly in front of the younger man, letting him see every movement. With his other hand, he gently wove his fingers back through his hair and brought his face closer, the tip of his cock wiping a bead of precum onto Al's lips. The man licked it off without thinking, his tongue barely scraping Caine's tip. It made him shudder, gently nestling his cockhead against Al's lips again.
The younger man looked up at him, something unreadable in those blue eyes of his. Caine shrugged it off, giving him a smirk in return. "Open." His voice was gentle. Firm, but not harsh. Al licked his lips again, a flick against Caine's aching hard-on. There was a brief moment Ezrah wondered if he was going to have to open Al's mouth for him, but eventually the young man's lips parted and he suckled his tip. He could feel the man's tongue lapping at the slit in his cock, Caine's breathing quickening. He pressed gently, sliding more into Al's welcoming mouth.
The warmth of the younger man's wet mouth made him sigh softly, his cock sinking slowly further and further until his tip kissed the back of Al's throat. The poor thing gagged. Caine bit down a chuckle, sliding back a little more.
"No teeth". Al all-but rolled his eyes at Caine, his head starting to move slowly. He sucked in his cheeks, his mouth tighter around Caine's cock, the older man sliding back to touch his throat periodically. He gave Al a little more control to start things off, letting him bob and suck, one of his hands sliding along the base of his cock when he managed to regain some of his hand-eye coordination. "Fuck you're a natural at this... unless mine isn't the first cock that's been in this mouth" Ezra gripped the back of one of the chairs in Al's cabin, his head tilted back. He missed the younger man's scowl shot up at him.
Caine's control slipped, his hands sliding into the younger man's hair. He kept Al's face still, sliding his cock slowly down his throat, holding it there until the man started to fight him. "Ah ah" he shuddered as he pressed Al's nose to his body. "Fuck your throat feels so good" he chuckled, voice low as he glanced down. Al pushed against him to no avail, his eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. Caine let him up slowly, watching him gasp and cough as he slid out of his mouth. "Don't be a baby. Back on" He gave the man a not-so-gentle slap on the cheek, getting himself another glare that he definitely caught this time.
Despite looking downright murderous, Al opened his mouth for the man again. Ezrah took that as a sign he could do just about whatever he pleased.
He kept hold of Al's head as he fucked his throat, thrusting into it with little to no care if the man choked or gagged. He kept the younger's head still, rutting into his mouth until he felt an orgasm brewing. "That's it, good boy... breathe through your nose so I can cum down your throat, Shaw."
Albert was making an attempt at a shake of the head, pulling away from him again, but Caine was stronger. "None of that..." he warned as he continued to fuck his throat. With a groan, he grabbed the man's hair tight, yanking on it, cumming down his throat and into his mouth as he jerked back slightly. Caine managed to make a mess of him, pulling out of Al's mouth after a second, dumping a second splatter of cum on his face.
He let him go.
Al dropped to his hands and knees, coughing until his throat sounded raw, his gasps of air sounding suspiciously like sobs as he lurched. Ezrah tucked himself away, zipping up his pants, and knelt down.
"You're okay... deep breaths. Through your nose, out your mouth. You're alright". Al shoved at him, obviously and reasonably pissed, but Caine just sighed, pulling him closer again. He forced the younger man to look at him with those teary eyes, cupping his cheek. Caine just studied his handsome face until a tear dropped down Al's cheek. He leant in and licked it up slowly before placing a small kiss on the corner of Al's mouth.
Albert slapped him. Hard.
Ezrah winced, closing his eyes but didn't retaliate.
"You gonna cry like a bitch when I fuck you properly too?" he mumbled and Al picked himself up off the ground.
