#reader x oc

Summary:

They want to hang out with you- it does not end well for you.

CW: Fear and Sexual assault/Noncon (Be warned!)

Lately, you were what one would describe as a puppet on strings. It had been a complete week now, and ever since that last…encounter. 

You began to eat again and accept whatever sustenance they had stuffed down your throat. You were even allowed to wear clothes again after the whole 'choking' incident. Albeit it was just your pajamas, which consisted of an oversized shirt and patterned long pants, you weren't going to complain too much. You suppose Caleb felt more remorseful about the whole thing than his initial reaction gave you an impression of. 

Besides eating, you were also cooperative in other ways. You stopped making a fuss about them taking you to the bathroom and answered questions the two would ask passively, even if your responses were stilted. You even stopped pulling at your wrists and trying to scream when they took your gag out to feed you or have a (one-sided) conversation.

At first, every act of compliance felt like swallowing a broken glass, but it got easier- much to your dismay.

You felt Zion unlock your handcuffs. You blinked at him in bewilderment and stayed lying down as if you were still stuck.

He sighed and grabbed you by the arm rather harshly. "What are you all stiff for?" He jerked you into sitting up. "I said follow me-" 

"Wha- ah-" You were lost for words, stumbling out of bed as he dragged you out of the room. "Where-Ow, Zion," You tried to keep up with him as he practically dragged you out of the room. "Where are we going?" You asked him fearfully.

"Bathroom," he responded straight. And just like that, you were hurried into the shared bathroom. "You need to take a shower; it's been a week, and we have plans tonight. Your clothes are out, and there's a towel for you. When you're ready, come to the living room." He went to close the door and leave before pausing and squinting at you. "Don't do anything stupid."

You stood there, confusion morphing into panic long after he left you alone. While they had given you more freedom with the bathroom activities- i.e., at least uncuffing you and letting you do your shit yourself- this-this had actually been the first time you were left completely alone and free- Free enough to walk out yourself…

Your heart pumped so erratically you could hear it in your ear. You grew sweaty as you stood there frozen, staring at the door. You counted in your head to 30. Should you run? You could scream; he took the gag out. Did he seriously leave you alone?

You hadn't even realized how quick and rapid your breaths were until your hand basically ghosted over the doorknob.

Run. You need to run.

What if he were out there? Where was Caleb? Was he here…?

Your mind was screaming at you, but you couldn't pull yourself to open the door. You honestly were too scared to fail your potential escape attempt and see the consequences of getting on Zion's bad side, especially if Caleb wasn't here to stop it.

You stepped away and, to your own embarrassment, decided to just follow along for now. It had been so long since you showered, too, you were starting to feel icky. 

And so you stripped and went ahead and showered for the first time in what felt like forever.

You got out after about half an hour, dried yourself, and threw on the plain T-shirt and basketball shorts on the side. You stood and stared at the bathroom door. Could you just…walk out? You stared at it uneasily but luckily- or unluckily- you heard a knock.

"Hey, I'm coming in, so you better be dressed-" Caleb bellowed out. He gave you no time to react before opening the door. You just stood there stunned as he smiled down at you. "Good job, Squirt." He smiled proudly at your form before coming close and throwing an arm around you. "I'm glad you didn't lock the door or try to run off- I half expected you to if I'm being honest." He laughed to himself, making you cringe. Should you have, the way he rubbed it in made your skin crawl. You knew it was probably him trying to crack a joke to ease tension like usual, but you found it rather cruel considering your current situation- even for him.

"You make it sound like you wanted me to." You glared at him, unable to hold back your compounding venom. He awkwardly smiled at the accusation. "No, well, I didn't mean that in a bad way." He dragged you out of the bathroom, arm still slung around you. "Never mind that; come, Zion and me got a little thing set up for us tonight."

You raised an eyebrow at that but involuntarily followed. 

The moment you two stepped into the living room, you felt a cramping feeling in your stomach.  

The TV was on, Netflix pulled up on some action movie you vaguely mentioned wanting to watch before this. The couch was draped in cozy blankets, and the coffee table was pulled closer; It held drinks.

It was quite a familiar setup.

You stared in disbelief before looking at Caleb. "Is this…movie night?" You asked. You guys used to have movie nights at least once or twice a week when you were all home at once. You enjoyed it, even when the chosen movie was shit or mid- it just used to be fun to hang out and dog on movies with the two. 

Caleb spread his arms out dramatically as if presenting the scene in front of you. "Yep- Surprise!" He sauntered further in as you stayed frozen in your spot. "It's been a while, and we figured we might as well do it considering Netflix released that movie you were interested in." He beamed a smile at you, but you continued to stare…quietly. 

The silence stretched as you started to feel nauseous. "…You're kidding."

He noticeably clammed up a bit at your reaction, but before he could respond, Zion did.

"No." You turned your attention to his form coming in from the kitchen, two plates in hand. Caleb rushed over to help him, taking one of his plate of his hand and setting it on the table. "And you can't refuse." He stated matter-of-factly.

His audacity irritated you. "Why…"

Zion rested the other plate with a sigh. "Because we miss you." You flinched as if you were burned, but he continued. "Specifically hanging out with you. We don't want to keep you locked up on my bed all day- that's not what this was all for."

You audibly scoffed- unable to hold your tongue this time. "Then you should just let me go! I'm here against my will, and now you want me to just sit and watch a movie with you two as if everything is ok!" You just couldn't believe their audacity! As if you wanted to grow distant from them- hate them even! They were the ones basically torturing you day from day- unwilling to give up this hostage situation just because they didn't 'want to lose you'. It was a nightmare- A sick joke you hoped they would give up on, but instead they seemed to compound more and more on despite your growing disgust and impatience at their behavior.

Zion moved toward you at lightning speed before his imposing form stood before you. "Yeah, because it's either this or you go back to my room for another week, gagged and chained. Is that what you want?" His expression remained neutral as he gave the cruel remark. You felt yourself flinch back under his oppressive glare. You scolded yourself internally for faltering so easily in your brave front. You hated how much you feared Zion more and more ever since he choked you out.  Caleb, thankfully, quickly came between you two. "Hey, hey, you guys can't seem to get along at all lately." He shook his head. "That's why we need this. To break the ice and all." He looked to you. "Just go along with us- trust me, you'll enjoy yourself. Plus it's nice to be able to move around like this, right?" His smile didn't reach his eyes. "I don't like keeping you chained all day, especially since you've been good- But if you try anything now..." he trailed off. You stared at him, biting your lower lip. For once, you wished you were bigger. You wished you were stronger- even more defiant, but you weren't. If you were, you would throw a punch at them and try to kick their ass while making your escape, but instead...like always, you were privy to just going with their whims...Especially since you didn't want them to hurt you anymore than they have or could- You weren't quite there yet to be brave enough to do anything against the two fitter males.  So you nodded. "Fine..." Caleb brightened at your reluctant agreement and hugged you tightly. "Great!" You squirmed immediately in his hold, your hands coming up to push at his chest.  He only hugged you for a moment before pulling away, both hands on each shoulder so he could look at you. "Sorry, just got excited." He pulled you along to the couch before you could say a peep. He sat you down beside him as he grabbed the remote. You felt a presence sit on your other side, and a plate of chicken parm and rice was placed into your hands. You looked to Zion. "You made the right choice there." he smiled in a way that gave you shivers. You could only nod and start to stuff your face with food.  Caleb played the movie after everyone got situated with their plates. For a while, nobody spoke. You felt claustrophobic being sat so closely between the two on the couch. It felt like they were purposefully trying to get as close to you as possible. Their shoulders were so close to you that you could feel their heat bouncing onto your bare skin as you ate. You attempted to focus deeply on the television in front of you to abate your growing anxieties; their closeness was getting to you. You could barely tell if the mush in your mouth was even good with how nervous you were. "So how are we all feeling?" Caleb asked. You nearly choke; his sudden question took you off guard more than it should've. That question was clearly more targeted toward you than Zion.  It was a truly stupid question to ask. Even Zion audibly groaned, earning a glare from Caleb. "I don't..." You put your half-empty plate down on the coffee table. "Why would you even ask that?" Your shaky voice gave away how offended that question was to you. 'How are you feeling?'??? How were you supposed to feel in this fucked up situation other than scared shitless and confused? You kept your stare on the TV as you spoke, so you didn't know what their expressions were in that moment- And that was on purpose- You didn't even want to acknowledge them at all if possible.  "Because...I just wanted to know where we all were?" His cheery tone faltered slightly. " I mean, especially with the movie, but also in ...general?" You let out a short, strained laugh. It was void of any goodwill, audacious in its tone. "Well.... how do you think I'm feeling?" Caleb didn't respond, and Zion didn't make a single peep. You felt like prey being watched by two predators, but you did everything in your power to avoid facing them. You were afraid it would stop you in your tracks.

You continued, emboldened by their silence. "Why hasn't anyone come looking for me too?" Your breathing sped up. "I've been here for what- a week- almost two?" It was getting hard to keep track of time after being inside for so long with little to no devices. "You said you dealt with it the last time I asked, but what the fuck does that even mean?" Neither answered. It added to your fidgeting, and you finally turned to  "Well? Say something, damn it!" It was Zion who sighed and broke their silence. "It's not something for you to worry about. Why do you always gotta bring shit up when we're trying to do something nice?" He made a 'tch' noise with his mouth as if fed up with you.  "The fuck?"You looked to him with a sneer. He clearly looked annoyed, like you were a pet caught pissing on the carpet. "If you want to do something nice for me, how about you let me go! Seriously, how long are you two planning to keep this up? Don't you think you've done enough-fucking creeps!" Zion grasped you by the forearm rather tightly, making you wince. His face was deadly serious. "Don't fucking raise your voice at me. Caleb won't do it, but I don't mind stripping you down again and tying you to my bed." You scoffed nervously. This situation was really stringing you up so much that words just kept falling out of your mouth. You knew you were digging your grave, but now you were really pissed off. " I bet you'd like that the most- fucking freak. You think I haven't noticed you leering at me- Actually, you're the catalyst in the first place, considering you've been taking perv shots of me and making a photo shrine to get off to me from." You spat those words as if they were venom at Zion. Although it was dark in the room, you could see Zion's ears flush a deep red as he glared down at you and tightened his grip. You must've really hit a weak spot there. 

You could hear the movie playing in the background, and distinctly, an explosion went off.  You both glared at each other, neither saying a thing. It was Caleb who grabbed you gently by the shoulder, laughing nervously. "Okay. okay. It's movie night, why are we fighting right now?" You turned your head to glance at him. "Didn't you ask 'how we were all feeling' earlier? I'm just letting you know now." "I know, I did ask- Admittedly, I am regretting it now...But let's not go into this now; I just want us to have one chill night without biting each other's dicks off." Zion let go of your forearm and crossed his. "Said so eloquently as always." He was clearly still pissed, but not enough to pursue this argument with you. You almost wanted to continue, but the throbbing of your forearm made you double-think yourself. "Whatever," you muttered tiredly. You'd lost your appetite to even continue eating, so instead you shuffled uncomfortably on the couch, sinking into it as deep as you could go,  and turned your attention back to the TV. You hoped neither would try to start another friendly conversation with you so that you could at least use this time to drown out their presence.  You all settled back into a now even more uneasy silence. You hated to admit it, but as the dull movie continued, you felt your exhaustion grow. Maybe it was the stress stringing you up, especially being in between these two, but you found it hard to keep yourself awake.  You tried to stay conscious, but every time you willed your eyes open, you felt yourself lose focus eventually enough for them to involuntarily try to close. You kept trying to catch yourself at the last minute every time, but the repetition was clearly wearing you down. Again and again.... Before you finally faded away, you could vaguely feel a blanket get thrown over your body from Zion's side and Caleb laughing at something.

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the sound of muffled voices. Your eyes were shut as you crinkled your face at the sounds of ragged breathing and rustling. You turned slightly on the bed. Bed? Weren't you all watching a movie on the couch earlier? You heard a familiar chuckle from beside you before it got muffled by a wet sound. Slowly you opened your eyes, your sleepiness ebbing off you as you became more aware of your surroundings.  It was dark, but not completely as the moonlight filtered out through the curtains. It was enough light for you to make out to familiar silhouettes. You squinted at them, your mind not fully taking in what you were seeing at first but then you did. "Hey- aren't you being too rough- mm" Caleb groaned as Zion nipped him on the neck. "I'm still pissed at you for earlier," Zion admitted, his hands gripped Caleb by the waist. The two justled a bit as Zion thrusted his hips upwards. Caleb made a shrill noise as he leaned into Zion impossibly more, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Oh...Caleb was on Zion's lap facing him and below... Your eyes trailed down to where the covers lay around their pelvis. Caleb jutted his ass downward where a distinct sloshing noise was made. You felt your face turn red and your heart beat so fast you feared it would burst through your chest. They were fucking. On the bed you were sleeping on. Right in front of you. You didn't know why it didn't click in your head that these two were an actual couple when they revealed it to you. Yeah sure, they were affectionate toward each other in more ways than usual since revealing it, but it hadn't quite settled with you completely considering how fucked your current situation was. But now here they were, in front of you, fucking each other rather passionately. "Zion, s-slower. You'll wake up, Squirt." Caleb moaned as he kissed Zion's cheek. The action made Zion laugh in an erotic way that made your ears burn. "Oh please, he sleeps like the dead. How many times have we done this already?" They've fucked in front of you while you were sleeping. You tried to keep yourself from squirming as you squeezed your eyes tightly. 

You can't let them know you're awake, anything but that you realized. Your hands felt sticky from the cold sweat that stuck to them. You felt way more conscious of the fact that they had a crush on you now. Your face heated up ever more impossibly from horror. You tried to focus on slowing your breathing to continue pretending to sleep. The bed shifted, and you heard Caleb moan, but this time way closer than before. It took everything in you to try to keep your eyes shut, but you couldn't help cautiously opening one to see what happened. Zion had Caleb lie down, chest to bed, while he thrusted faster in him. Zion's hand was the only part of him visible to you from this angle, and you watched as it grasped Caleb's hair as if to anchor him in place. Caleb's face was scrunched up and sweaty in your direction- luckily, his eyes were closed in bliss, so he couldn't see the way your eyes blew open. Squelch squelch.

The obscene noises echoed loudly in the room, and you hated the tingly feeling that began to build in your stomach. Why was this turning you on! It was disgusting, voyeuristic! You hated them for putting you in this fucked up situation. You wanted to disappear in that moment if you could. You cursed them over and over in your head despite how you tried to hold your squirming as you rubbed your legs together. And it only seem to get worse as you heard Zion chuckle. "You suck at pretending to sleep, you know." Your stomach dropped. You didn't dare to move as you felt Zion grab you by the shirt collar, flip you on your back, and drag you closer to him and Caleb. His sweaty yet intimidating stare pierced you from above in a way that made you feel exposed down to your very being. Caleb gasped from beside you-way too close to your ear, mind you. "What the heck- How long were you awake?!" There was a flustered tinge to his voice, but nauseating enough- you didn't miss the excitement in it. "L-let me go-" You slapped the hand holding your collar away and sat up quickly- Your back hitting the headboard. The pain of your back hitting it almost grounded you in the moment- at least enough for you to really take in your surroundings....this wasn't Zion's room. It took you only half a second to realize that this time, you had been dragged into Caleb's. It was much cleaner in here, however, but you could tell from all the movie posters plastered everywhere. "What the fuck-" Your voice cracked. your hands gripped you blanket, as if using it as a shield from the two as you brought it close to your body. You hoped it shielded the way your body shook but you had a feeling it wasn't very effective. "What-what the fuck is wrong with you guys?!" You stuttered out instant insults to them because what else could you do? You had just caught your fucking captors fucking next to your passed out body. This was an insanely humiliating and new level of assault you didn't think even they would cross. "Fucking freaks..." You whispered hoarsely, breaths coming out erratic and uneven in exasperation. You hated how small it sounded coming from your trembling lips. "You're both fucking sick- sick-!" Zion scoffed lowly, interrupting your mild panic attack. "Funny, weren't you the one peeping on us?" You felt even more flustered at his accusation.

"P-peeping-!?" Your brain stuttered at his accusation. "I- I was not- I did not-"

"I know the exact moment you woke up. You were watching, eyes basically glued on us- you didn't even try to turn away." He smiled eerily as he said it so matter-of-factly.

How...How dare he! As if you wanted to wake up in the middle of these assholes fucking next to you. As if you were getting in the middle of their private time! Your face burned. Your mouth opened to deny it but closed just as quickly- nothing but ragged, frustrated breaths escaped you. You were so mad and offended that it felt like your entire being was rebooting in real time. 

"Fuck you!" You snarled at him in an almost guttural way. "Just fuck you- you fucking freak!" You couldn't contain your anger as you threw yourself at him to punch him. You hadn't even come close as Caleb grasped your waist, his face practically snuggled into your side. 

"Hey- hey, calm down - At least let us just explain ourselves." You flushed ever impossibly more at the feeling of his body smothered against yours and immediately tried to push him off; one hand shot out to grasp his hair. He was like a boulder, unmoving no matter how frantically you struggled. "Get the fuck off me-" You tugged rather harshly, causing the male to make a hoarse, unfamiliar noise. You stopped rigidly at it.

It wasn't a yelp of pain or surprise- no- it was something low and guttural that vibrated into your side where he was pressed far too closely into you. You were so surprised at the noise and the feeling of him shuddering that your hand loosened from his braids.

Wha- what? 

Had he just moaned? 

You looked over to see Zion hadn't pulled out of Caleb and instead started to thrust into him again. Caleb jerked into you, face flushed out into your side as he grunted involuntarily. You felt sweaty at the uncomfortable contact. 

"Z-Zi!" Caleb eeked out in an erotic way. You struggled in the hold, but Caleb was not letting off.  You weren't sure if his hold was intentional or if he had just held on to you for some semblance of purchase but pushing at him proved to be ineffective. 

S-stop-" you cried out. They were moving too fast; Caleb jerking into you made the fuzzy feeling in your nether regions build up in a traitorous way. You didn't want to be here- you wanted him to let you go. "C-Caleb- let me go-" you begged pathetically. He moaned in return from a particularly hard thrust from Zion. "Sorry- sorry-" He apologized and hugged you closer- purposefully. "Just-just let me hold you- please-?" He pleaded with you in a way that shot a coldness through your veins.

He wasn't going to let you go- He was even pulling you closer to the two-!

You looked to Zi pleadingly- desperately- eyes watery from how overwhelmed this was making you. "Zion- stop- please-"

Zi stared at you in a heated way before leaning over toward you. You couldn't even move away, being kept in place by Caleb, as his forehead pressed against yours- a bated breath huffing on your face, a moan escaping his lips as the squelching noise between them ramped up. "It's fine- You're fine-" he assured you in a rushed way. "We're not doing anything bad to you-"

He wasn't going to stop either. You stared at him wide-eyed- too wired into what was occurring in front of you- on you.

You hated this you hated this you hated this-

But despite you repeating that fervent chant in your head-

"Squirt- Are you hard?" Caleb chuckled, interrupting your inner denial from the current hard-on that was barely constricted by your loose shorts. You hiccuped as you felt Caleb slither one of his hands to the outside of your pants- the positioning awkward despite how enthusiastic he sounded. You shrieked as he started to grind his hand on it in an up-and-down motion. You felt a strange mix of mortification and arousal, feeling him work at your boner through your shorts.

"Caleb-" You gasped. You attempted to tell him to stop- to not touch you, but before anything else could leave your mouth, you felt Zion close the gap between you two- his mouth engulfing yours in a passionate kiss. You tried to scream, but it was muted by Zion stuffing his wet tongue down your throat. His thrusting in Caleb became faster- almost brutal from how loud the slaps resounded in your ears. You attempted to push your tongue against his to stop him from exploring your mouth more, but he took it as an invite to slither his own around yours in a rather passionate fight.

" Does it feel good, squirt? I hope it does- I can go faster-" he slipped his hand into your briefs to touch it directly. A moan ripped its way out of you and into Zion's mouth as you felt Caleb's hand grip your cock and jerk it off fervently. He teased the tip with his thumb now and then, the feeling causing you to buck into his hold involuntarily. 

You eventually started to become overstimulated as your own moans started to mix with Zion's and Caleb's.

You didn't want this- You hated this-!

But despite that, the moment Zion pulled away from the kiss, your hands shot up to grip his shoulders for any loose stability - loud and confused groans escaping your lips as you got lost in the pleasure building in your spine to its limits. "No-! No no no-" You begged out to any of them, but it didn't stop the orgasm that slammed into you unmercilessly.  You seized up, your briefs feeling wet as you ejaculated from Caleb's erotic touch. Shivers overtook your body as you breathed out loudly and erratically. "Ahhh- haa-!"

"You're good- you're so good~" Caleb moaned out as he pumped you through the intensity of your cumming session. "It's ok baby- You're doing so well." He pressed a kiss onto the side of your stomach where your shirt rose enough for him to kiss the bare skin.  They didn't give you time to recover, however, as you felt yourself pulled down into a lying position once more, back to the bed. Above you, Caleb smothered himself into your neck, arms wrapped around you and above him- Zion, who held his hips up.

Zion began to thrust almost animalistically into Caleb now, one hand shooting over to yank Caleb's hair, causing him to moan horrifically loudly. "Cumming, I'm going to cum too Zi-!" He cried out into your ear- You stared at the scene, still as stone as you felt yourself start to become grounded after such an intense orgasm. The more you became cognizant, the stronger the feeling of dread started to take over you.

Zion himself nodded and moaned just as loudly. "It's fine- cum for me- Go on- I'm cumming too," he reassured Caleb. And just like that, they both seized up. Zion groaned and shook over Caleb, eyes closed tight as if he was too overwhelmed to look at the picture in front of him. As you watched him, you felt something wet shoot on your leg- hot and sticky as guttural noises of 'i love yous' and babble fell from Caleb's lips and onto your neck. You could feel him drool onto you as well, your neck sticky from your sweat and his spit in a disgusting mixture before he completely collapsed his whole weight onto you.

You said nothing- none you did at first. You watched blurrily as Zion slipped out of Caleb and got up. You didn't even continue to watch him as your breathing began to pick up erratically once more- the weight of what just happened wracking through you.

You felt Caleb peck kisses at your cheek, one hand coming to cradle your other and caress it. "Hey- hey- don't cry~ You're okay-" Caleb cooed at you as he wiped the tears you hadn't realized were falling from your face. You sniffed and lay there, unable to control the sobs that started to overtake you. You felt Caleb sit you up, hug you into his chest, and pat you on your back. You felt pathetic for crying and even more for reaching out to him for comfort, smothering your face into his bare chest as if he hadn't just molested you with perverse glee less than a minute ago.

The bed dipped slightly, a sigh escaping Zion, who rejoined you two. "What a crybaby…" Despite his jab, you felt him start to remove your dirtied shorts and briefs. A cold wipe came between your legs to wipe up Caleb's and your cum that coated your thighs and your cock. Caleb patted your head and murmured reassurances as if to placate you, as Zion touched you in an almost clinical way- far from the intent of his previous depraved actions. You felt new clothing replace your previous bottoms after he had finished his 'cleaning'. Once he situated the new briefs on you, you felt him pull you into his lap, your back now to his chest and a cup placed to your mouth.

"Open." You heard him murmur. You did, your head too scrambled to do anything but obey. Smooth and cool water tipped into your mouth, which you greedily gulped up. You hadn't noticed just how parched you were until you drank down the refreshing liquid. Zion eventually let up on his feeding after feeling assured you were taken care of.  He made a hum noise and kissed the crown of your head. "Good boy," he praised you.

You sniffed in response. You felt so weak…so tired.

"Hehe, so cute~" Caleb innocently kissed you on the lips. "You were really cute, Squirt~" He paused and looked to Zion before leaning in, out of your sight, to kiss Zion deeply. The kiss was so loud and passionate that it made you squirm- especially considering you were trapped in between these two. Eventually the two broke apart, both panting before Caleb spoke up. "You were cute too~. You must've been really turned on, huh? You came earlier than usual," Caleb teased cheekily.

Zion chuckled in response. "Well…" He interlocked his fingers into yours in an uncomfortably romantic way. "How could I not? Seeing you two under me…It was almost too much- I think I could even go for a round two, but…" He pulled you down to lie with him on the bed and hugged you close. "I know we probably shouldn't push it…We should all sleep for now."

Caleb laughed and lied down as well, his body facing yours as he kissed your forehead. "Good idea- you must be tired, Squirt- go ahead and sleep."

Your eyes felt heavy as their body heat surrounded you. You wished you could've pushed them away, scratch at their faces, scream-!

But you were tired. You didn't want to even think anymore. So you closed your eyes…And your breathing slowed…

CW: This story has mentions of blood/burn marks/the main character trying to kill the reader.(unsuccessfully, the reader doesn't die.) Long ago, there once lived a witch in an small village by the forest. The people of the village really respected the witch and her family, for they had taken care of the forest and their inhabitants for generations..and now, Y/N was the one who had taken over this responsibility after her mother passed a few years back.

"Are you feeling better today- Mr smith?"

I asked the village Hunter while checking the bandages on his arm, there had been more animals attacks in the forest lately. Which was..unusual to say the least.

"I'm quite alright now, dear. But..are you sure you don't want to stay inside the village? I know you like working at your house in the forest- but it's dangerous to be outside the village now."

I look at Mr smith for a moment..before continuing to change his bandages.

"I'll be alright, I've lived in that house for years..staying anywhere else would just give me more anxiety then the animals attacks."

I say playfully with a smile while Mr smith sighed in exhaustion.

"You're too stubborn for your own good Y/N...just be careful out there. alright?"

"Don't worry, I will be."

I say to Mr smith, before I left to do my regular checkups on the other villagers. And after a few hours when it was almost night-time..I made my way back home.

Back at the witch's hut.

"This spell is finally complete..my god, it took me ages to find the right spell.."

I grumble to myself while sitting on the floor..the spell circle was almost complete, it didn't look the best but..it was all I could do with the limited amount of spell books I had.

"A spell that can give you the ability to understand animals..who would have thought I had something like this?

I say while picking up the really old spell book and looking it over one last time.

"Now, I just have to stand inside the circle and erase the outer line..doing this spell is actually pretty easy! Finding it was the hard part-"

...."!".....

"....What was that sound?"

...."!"...."!"....

I heard it again- closer this time..something was definitely outside of my hut, something BIG.

"What is that..!?"

I whisper to myself while quickly stepping out of the spell circle, I quietly look outside the window..was it a Hunter from the village? Or just another animal?..

"I don't see anything on this side..maybe I should look through the other window-"

...I didn't even have the time to finish my sentence. As a loud "CRASH!" range throughout the small hut..my blood ran cold as I turned around and saw..two eyes staring right back at me.

"..."

I stayed completely still, I couldn't even believe my eyes. it was a Tiger...And it looked SAVAGE. It was GROWLING and it's eyes were locked onto me...I had to think quickly.

I kept my hands up on the side of my head and looked it straight in it's eyes..

"easy there.."

I had to make my way back into the circle and finish the spell..maybe if I could understand the Tiger and talk to it- I could survive this encounter..but before I could even take another step- the Tiger ATTACKED me.

"AHHH!!"

I screamed and barely managed to dodge the attack- my leg got scratched and was starting to bleed as I fell down on the floor..I quickly try to get up again and notice the Tiger..hobbling?

"H-Huh?.."

The Tiger also seemed to struggle to get it's footing, and I noticed that one of it's front legs was badly burnt..but I didn't have the time to think how that happened as the Tiger suddenly ran at me again-

"WAIT!-"

I screamed and put my arms in front of my face. then suddenly-

"POOF!"

An blinding light completely filled up the small hut..before everything went quiet.

"..w-what happened..?"

I say as I move away my arms from my face..I was still alive? But what about that Tiger?-

"GASP!"

My eyes widen as I finally notice the man laying in the middle of the spell circle..that Tiger ran into the spell circle and accidentally activated it!-

"B-But why did the Tiger turn into a human man..!? Wasn't this spell used to understand animals?"

I was flabbergasted. But it only took a few moments before everything clicked for me..

"...that spell would've turned me into an animal, and that's how I would've been able to "understand" them.."

...No wonder the spell book from which this spell was from, looked so old and unused..and I thought I could use this to find out why the animals were attacking the villagers.

"Well..atleast this spell saved me from that Tiger, I wonder if it was the Tiger who was attacking the villagers?"

I mumble to myself while standing up with a small hiss and slowly walking over to that Tiger- well, now turned into a man.

"I suppose the spell worked in reverse since it was an animal who went into the circle and activated it."

I say while looking down at the man...yup, it was the same Tiger who attacked me. The man had the same burns on his hand..wonder how he got them as a Tiger.

"Hello..? Please don't tell me you died the moment you turned into an human-"

...it happened so fast that I didn't even have the time to react, a large hand wrapped itself around my throat and SLAMMED me against the wall- all of the air in my lungs rushed out of me in an instant.

"Gasp!- what are you..!?"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME?!"

"YOU USELESS HUMAN!"

My heart stopped just like my breath...shit.

Human or not..this is the same animal who came into my house to KILL me.

"p-please listen to me for a moment-"

"WHY SHOULD I!?"

"YOU. TURNED ME INTO THIS DISGUSTING FORM!"

I cough and desperately struggle against his death grip around my throat, my vision was slowly starting to become blurry-

"FIRST YOU HUMANS BURN ME- AND NOW EVEN TURN ME INTO YOUR DISGUSTING SPECIES-"

"I SHOULD JUST KILL YOU!"

"IF YOU KILL ME YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO TURN BACK INTO YOUR ORIGINAL FORM!!!"

I managed to scream out those words..and that seemed to finally snap him out of his blood lust for a moment.

"...what?"

"I-If you kill me..you won't be able to change back, only I know how to reverse this spell."

That was a lie. even I don't know how to reverse this spell...but I have to do whatever I can to stay alive.

"..."

"J-Just please let me go..I promise I'll turn you back into your original form.."

"...Fine."

He let goes of my throat and I fell down into an heap on the floor, coughing and gasping for air as he looks down at me with a stoic expression..

"How long will it take?"

"..I-I don't know, but I will try my best to do it fast."

"Tch..do it as quickly as possible, I won't kill you in the meantime."

I let out a small sigh of relief..before flinching as he suddenly leans down and grabs my face with his burnt hand.

"But if I ever find out you're deceiving me..I won't hesitate to kill you. Do you understand?"

His voice send shivers down my spine..he wasn't joking.

"..I-I understand. I promise I'll turn you back as quickly as I can.."

"Good."

With that, he let goes of my face and walks out of the small hut.

"H-Hey..! Where are you even going now?"

"I'm not going anywhere, but I'm not going to be sleeping inside of a human made house..I'm sleeping outside."

He says the word "human" like an insult, before disappearing out of the hut..what the fuck did I get myself into?

End of chapter one.

ᢉ𐭩 Fem!reader x Anyone

ᢉ𐭩Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, dead dove do not eat!, non-con elements, stalking, reader is being watched, voyeurism, bruises, non consensual somnophilia, non-consensual photography, stalker is obsessed with reader, stalker is perverted, implied r@pe, reader is very feminine, smoking mention, lingerie mention, slight plot

ᢉ𐭩Author’s Note: this was inspired by a tt. feel free to imagine anyone you want while reading this fic ! there is no specific character or person tied to this piece <3 p.s. theres a silent hill mention if u squint >_o

ᢉ𐭩Word Count: 2.4k

The sun rose like a tarp being lifted up to uncover a distorted painting. It wasn’t a pleasant day.

Rubbing your eyes, you awoke in your crisp, white sleeping gown. You notice that it’s slightly bunched up until your waist, the lace around it looking like a bundled mess. But you assumed that it was from all the tossing and turning in your sleep. Without giving it much thought, you pull down the withered hem back down to your knees. You’ve always had a habit of being a deep sleeper who moves a lot in deep slumber. In fact, you wouldn’t even wake up if someone was blaring an alarm right next to you.

However, you didn’t quite sleep well last night. You felt restless, completely drained from the terrible quality of sleep. This has been an ongoing problem for days. You just couldn’t really figure out why. You yearned deeply for a peaceful night. But you pushed that thought aside. This wasn’t anything a cup of warm, mollifying coffee couldn’t fix, right?

Deciding to get up from bed, you reluctantly shuffle your fluffy blankets aside, setting your feet down onto the cold wooden floor. Carefully making your way over to the bathroom, you pick out your toothbrush and squeeze out a fat glob of toothpaste onto it. Brushing in a monotonous rhythm, you hum a soft and gently familiar tune to yourself.

After a few moments, you spit out your toothpaste and set your cup down. Spotting your comb, you raise it to brush your hair. Running your hair through your heavy locks, you feel an odd sense of relaxation that hasn’t occurred in weeks. You stare into your ornate mirror, with flowers and elegant patterns carved into the timber of the frame. You can see the obvious dark circles below your eyes, forming into unsightly bags. Frowning slightly, you ignore them for now.

You get out of the bathroom and walk up to your wooden wardrobe. It had a classic design, with simple handles that stood up at the front. Pulling on them, you open the wardrobe and see the little amount of clothes that you have left. It’s strange, really. Many of your stuff has been going missing. From simple pieces like shorts to explicitly private undergarments like your bras. You just hoped that some weirdo didn’t get their hands on them to do whatever they do.

Choosing your favorite babydoll dress–which you were glad were not stolen–you set it down on your bed. You loved how much volume it had, how adorably puffy it was. You just never had a chance to wear such an outgoing dress in this small, depressing town in the Southern suburbs. Putting together the next components of your outfit, you bent down to reach for the drawers which contained your cute, frilly socks. As you crouched down, you swore that you felt like you were being watched by a pair of eyes. Were you just being paranoid?

You suddenly felt extremely exposed. A wave of discomfort washed over you as you stood up straight again, holding a pair of frilly socks in your hands. You turned around to set it down onto the bed along with the babydoll dress.

Taking off your gown, your bra and panties to replace them with new ones, you put on the dress with ease shortly after. You sat yourself down on the bedstead to put your socks on. You dragged your fingers back and forth the thick lace of the dress, admiring the details. You loved clothes like this, that made you feel sweet and graceful.

Opening your bedroom door with a creak, you went down the flight of stairs step by step to reach your kitchen. It’s eerily quiet; but that isn’t any big surprise. It’s always been silent in this town by the hills. The neighbourhood outside your window was foggy as usual, despite the rays of bright sunlight forcing their way through. It hurts your eyes.

Turning away to the counter, you felt a sharp pain that made you lean against the cupboards. A throbbing sensation spread throughout your inner thighs. You sucked in a quick breath as you winced, shutting your eyes tightly. Hesitantly, you lift your skirt up, letting your hands drift over to that spot carefully. You open your eyes slowly, revealing dark, purple bruises in front of you. Your heart almost skipped a beat. Again. You’ve had painful bruises like this for 3 days now. You thought that you’d gotten this from your restless nights, maybe bumping against something painful. But how could you have them in your inner thighs?

Maybe you’ve just had some violent dreams and took out that pressure on yourself in the middle of the night. It was unlikely, but considering your sleeping conditions, you thought that was probably the case.

You slice up some bread and spread some creamy butter on it. You liked bread and butter. It was simple, easy to make, and delicious. You move on to the coffee machine. It made a mechanical noise before shutting down. There goes your morning coffee.

You make a mental note to replace the old thing, you’ve had it for years after all. You set your plate down on the table before sitting down on a nearby chair. You take a bite out of your plain sandwich–if you could even call it that–and slumped down into the chair.

You think to yourself. It’s been a long few weeks. Weeks of relentless lack of sleep, weird stuff going on in the house, until it planted itself into your body. God, you just wished that all this could just be over. You knew it was a bad decision to move into this shady little home in the countryside alone. But you wanted to escape the harsh realities of the city. You were sick and tired of the way the people there would treat you, the sky-rocketing expenses that would cost you thousands of dollars every month, and the social and economical pressures that society just decided to force onto everyone. However, you were starting to regret your choice of pulling yourself out to live in this suspicious town. Everyone here was equally strange.

You take the last bite out of your sandwich. You sigh as you place the plate down the sink. You’ve decided that you would come home to wash it later, as you didn’t feel like doing the chore now. You pick the beige parka from the coat hanger, as the weather’s been getting colder recently.

That’s odd. Your parka smelled different. It smelled like thick, woody cologne. That smell was there a week ago, but you washed your parka afterwards. Why would this scent be back again? There couldn’t be a creep that broke in and just rubbed his scent all over your jacket, right?

That’s gross and perverted.

Unlocking the front door, you were immediately met with the strong breeze of autumn. However, the autumn here was not what you had expected. Back at the city, the leaves were painted such a beautiful orange, with tones of bronze that made them look like piles of acorns that would gather into small whirlwinds when the light drafts got a little too strong. But the scenery here was awfully bleak. The leaves were the color of taupe, crushed into heartbreaking pieces of dust that would cloud up into haze which made it hard to see walking down the streets. The trees were shriveled strands of dried up branches that fought so hard to just try to stick together. It was a dismal sight to wake up to every morning.

You turned to see a truck parked nearby. Your neighbours don’t have any trucks. There wasn’t any need for a bulky piece of metal like this in a tiny town that barely had 7 blocks. Most importantly, this is the same truck that has been making rounds surrounding your neighbourhood for the past 2 months.

It was at this moment that you wished you knew how to drive. Regardless of how small your district was, it was a long distance to the grocery store. But you couldn’t just bail out today, you already did yesterday. And the day before yesterday. You would run out of food eventually.

You decide to try to enjoy the weather around you, despite it feeling like a desolate wasteland. You didn’t know if it was because of the area you were in, but you felt like you were being watched again. By the same person who was watching you while you changed in your bedroom.

After a while, you arrive at the grocery store. Your heart sinks when you see the truck from earlier sitting calmly on a parking spot. They surely weren’t following you.

The store had a sultry smell. The lights were dim which made it look dark even in the morning. Trying to focus on shopping, you pick up a few basic cooking ingredients that you were going to use for dinner tonight. Washing the dishes was too much of a hassle, so maybe you could make something simple like pasta or lasagna. Dropping your grocery basket on the register counter, you ask to pay. The cashier takes your items one by one, beeping them before setting them down into a brown paper bag. You noticed that all the residents in this town had the look of exhaustion smeared on their faces. But you weren’t one to judge. You were one of them, anyway.

You hadn’t realised you were zoning out before the cashier’s stark voice had snapped you awake.

“Miss, are you paying by cash or card?” She asked, with an impatient look.

“Um, cash. Thanks.” You say sheepishly, a little embarrassed that you weren’t paying attention to her.

She took the money from your hands with a swift grab before entering it into the cash register, fingers flying over the rusted keycaps to calculate the change. As the register made a ‘click’ sound, she reached inside to take out a few coins, handing them back to you.

You were just about to leave before she called you.

“Miss, I just thought that I should let you know someone’s been watching you. I don’t know if he’s your boyfriend or whatever, but just be careful. He doesn’t look like someone who’s trying to play around.” She said, almost hesitantly.

You felt your heart beat increase. Thanking her bashfully, you hurry out the store, looking around for the truck. It was gone. You quickly ran back home, carrying the bag of groceries tightly against your chest.

Once you stepped inside your house, the unpleasant smell of cigarette smoke and that same manly cologne were immediately brought to your senses. You coughed as you tried to swat the smoke away. You had never touched a cigarette in your life.

When you entered your bedroom, you were met with an even more eerie surprise. On your bed were various scattered polaroids. Beside them, there’s a little heart-shaped gift box with a note attached to it. With shaking hands, you pick up the polaroid nearest to you. The picture shows you getting changed, your hands unclasping your bra. You instantly felt extremely anxious. The hair, the bra, the bed, it is all exactly the same as yours. It really was you in the photograph.

You couldn’t bring yourself to touch the other pictures, but you could see out of the corner of your eye that they were different shots and angles of you doing different things that morning. You hoped that this was all just a nightmare, and that this would all be fake when you woke up.

Tearing the scrawled note from the gift box, you read it with tears in your eyes.

“Good morning, doll.

I wanted to thank you for leaving the house today. It made it easier to get pictures of you. I’m grateful for that, as you looked absolutely gorgeous this morning.

Your outfit was adorable. You really wore a babydoll dress. Did you know those were my favorite kind of dresses? Seeing you in that got me so fucking hard. I wish you could get your pretty ass over here and help me relieve this. Your socks were cute, too. I know your favorites are the frilly ones, so I didn’t take those. I didn’t want to make you sad.

Are you liking the bruises I left on you? I went extra hard because I wanted everyone to know you were mine. You’re mine, aren’t you? I know you are, bunny. Don’t be scared of me. Don’t you know how much I love you? You are my absolute world. Seeing you gets me so fucking aroused. I hope you know how much you affect me everyday.

It’s our 2 month anniversary today.

Your Secret Admirer”

You couldn’t believe this. This explains the missing clothes, the restless nights, the unsettling feeling that you had all the time. It wasn’t just nothing. Who was this man? What did he want with you? You wanted to run, but you knew he’d find you. What could you possibly do?

Taking a deep breath, which proved to be immensely difficult, you opened the heart-shaped gift box. Inside the hollow box was a pair of underwear. The lacy, expensive type of underwear that you saw in lingerie shops in the city. You would see guys buying these for their girlfriends. You felt it with your fingers. You really felt it. This wasn’t anything cheap. You could never spend the little amount of money you had on something small like underwear.

Did he know you wanted this? Or did he want you to wear this for him? You shuddered, your cries getting noisier. You knew he was probably watching from somewhere. What a sick freak.

Summary:

You've been locked up for a few days and Zion is the first to hit his limit.

CW: Choking/Asphyxiation and depictions of abuse and fear.

Summary:

You stole a fan from your roommate and discover something you wish you hadn't about them. You try to tell your other roommate but you'll come to regret both decisions.

CW: Minor violence, depictions of stalking and assault. Nothing sexual happens in this first here except for a depiction of forced stripping and some innuendos.

smut, transfem reader x female oc, requested (by my friend) unprotected sex, p in v, transfem reader, somnophilia/dubcon???

UNEDITED!!!!!!!/terrible capitalization I'm sorry -_- This was really quickly made