#trager x reader

IMO Richard Trager lacks any real capacity for empathy, his version of "love" is indistinguishable from property ownership.

Trager doesn't just look for physical beauty (tho he defo want arm candy); he looks for psychological vulnerability, so fresh meat in Murkoff is especially yummy to him:

If you find it difficult to say "no" or set firm personal boundaries out of professional courtesy, you is exactly his type

He'd also target you because you have no roots in the business: no mentors, no friends or cliques, etc

The concept of you being dependent on his approval and guidance is utterly delightful

What positions do I think a new employee would be most at risk?:

Junior Financial Analyst -> You'd be tasked with reviewing R&D budgets, meaning Trager can force late-night meetings under the guise of "fixing the numbers," trapping you alone in his office with spreadsheets and a bottle of expensive scotch

Executive Assistant (R&D Department) -> You'd directly manage his schedule which also gives him total access to your daily routine, allows him to constantly demand your presence, and ensures you are the last person to leave the executive floor with him

Internal Communications / PR Coordinator -> Your job is to write reports on project milestones. Trager can micro-manage your work, requiring constant "one-on-one brainstorming sessions" to ensure you are framing his department in the best possible light

He tests boundaries incrementally; if you don't push back against a small boundary violation, he moves the goalposts further:

It starts with overwhelming favouritism.

He positions himself as your ultimate champion at Murkoff

He publicly praises your work in meetings

Overrules criticism from your direct supervisors

and tells you thingd like,

"You're going places. I'm making sure of it..."

This is all his strategy to get you to warm up to him and excuse his later actions

He is terrified Blaire will try to poach you or use you to get dirt on him

Trager will constantly audit your internal Murkoff chat logs and emails

looking for any communication between you and Blaire's team

in private, Trager will distort any interaction to make Blaire look like a monster

​"Did Jeremy talk to you today, cupcake? Watch out for him. He’s a sick fuck. He takes advantage of young, sweet girls like you. You stay close to me, okay?"

He has zero respect for your personal time

He will text or call you at 10:00 PM on a Saturday under the guise of an "R&D emergency"

If you don't answer immediately, his tone the next day is disappointed and icy, a quiet punishment designed to make you feel like you've failed him

If you take public transit or carpool, he will start "coincidentally" leaving the office at the exact same time and insist on driving you

It sounds polite, but it traps you in an enclosed space with him for forty minutes every day

If you miss a deadline or make a calculation error, his first response is a soft, paternal disappointment

He will sigh, rub his temples and amplify the severity of your mistake to make you panic

And then immediately swoop in as the saviour:

"But don't worry. Rick's got you. I'm going to fix the file and tell the board it was a system glitch. You owe me one, cupcake."

If you actively defy him or make a mistake that embarrasses him in front of other executives, his warmth vanishes

He will give you the silent treatment

Aggressively flirt with or praise another junior staff member right in front of you

Wanting you to feel the sudden, cold terror of losing his corporate protection

Driving you to beg for his forgiveness and submit to his boundaries just to make the freezing tension stop

I have this vivid image in my head of him slowly, rhythmically tap the gold face of his analog watch with his index finger

He does it when he is displeased

Or feels you are paying too much attention to a coworker

It’s a silent threat—a reminder that your time and your career are ticking away entirely at his whim.

Trager and respecting other peoples boundaries do NOT go hand in hand. He is an incredibly physical, intrusive person who uses touch to establish dominance

It begins with standing entirely too close to your desk, leaning over your shoulder so he can look at your monitor

Lingering hand-shakes, the heavy hands resting on your shoulder, and the guiding hand pressed firmly against the small of your back as he walks you into a room

His hand will "resting" on your knee under the table while he talks about the budget

He is the type to casually drape an arm around your waist in a secluded hallway

If you flinch, he laughs it off, gaslighting you into thinking you're making it weird

He's got these little power moves under his belt tha the likes to use so others are complicit

Trager defo drags you to a Michelin-star restaurant to "go over Q3 projections"

only to order you a $300 bottle of wine and bask in the staff assuming you're his wife

He doesn't correct them

He knows you won't correct the waiter; you're too polite, and he's your boss

Correcting the staff would embarass him, it would cause a scene, etc

He is highly sensitive to your appearance

If you change your perfume/adtershave, get a haircut, or wear a colour he hasn't approved of

He will comment on it immediately

And he's fucking rude about it guys

Another thing, it's very obvious Trager slept with a lot of female staff under him (consensual or not) so where does that put you?

To Trager, sleeping with the PA was like ordering fast food

A base, physical transaction to relieve stress

It was more annoying to have the threat of pregnancy because it could ruin his image

You, however, are an investment

It genuinely turns him on to watch you squirm, to be confused on what to do, to question your own senses

It's his way of foreplay, and he's waiting for just the right moment to pounce (whether you want it or not)

But best be sure this man has had some DISGUSTINGLY, VILE fantasies starring Little old YOU

Me personally? I wholey believe Trager is a boobs guy, additionally he also really like hands

He loves a bit of role-playing, do obviously with all his medical books laying around he'd go NUTS for a Doctor and Patient or Doctor and Nurse night

He gets hard at the idea of having you on his desk for sure,so so far as impishly pressuring you irl to perch or lean on his desk when giving him summaries

He can just imagine how easy it would be, how much access he can get from that position alone

He can watch with sadistic glee how your face contorts with every thrust

He gets this nice plush stress ball he can play with because his attention span is SHIT

Suck and chew on your dainty fingers until they are red and partially bloody

Heaven </3

Thankfully, depending on the timeline, I'm pretty sure you dodged this timeline because he gets sent to the Engine relatively soon after you're hired

If he can get you to lean or perch on that wooden surface while you give him a summary of something he doesn't care about, he's HARD

Tho if you end up in Mount Massive after shit goes to hell? Fuck mate, you're going to be a fingerless, achilies severed cock sleeve

I feel like you'd get minimal amputations because he still wants the essance of you if that makes sense

Soz about that, Trager just completely loses his inhibitions there

As Project Walrider stresses, the executive staff and Trager's mental stability begins to fracture

His happy-go-lucky persona withers into this overtly ruthless sociopath who views you as a possession he bought and paid for:

If you try to distance yourself, apply for a transfer, or mention dating someone else, he reminds you that he can destroy your career with a single phone call

He will explicitly weaponize the rumour mill, threatening to brand you as an incompetent fraud who tried to sleep your way to the top

Even worse he's threatened to sign you up for The Engine

In the final weeks before he is dragged down to the labs himself, he stops asking for permission entirely

He becomes paranoid and overly twitchy after the investigators visit him

He doesn't trust Blaire

So, unfortunately, he finds solace in you

He will corner you in the executive breakroom or his private office

locking the door, pulling you flush against him, and aggressively groping your waist or hips, or wherever else will make him feel in comtrol

He will whisper vile, possessive promises into your ear, completely detached from professional reality

Pet names? PET NAMES GALORE WITH THIS MAN:

Buddy/Partner -> Used in public or around other executives becuase it sounds casual and energetic

Gorgeous/Pretty Boy -> Dropped seamlessly into private conversations when he wants to cross the line from professional to predatory, usually accompanied by an unwanted touch

Cupcake/Princess/Princie/Baby -> go-to terms when he was feeling particularly dominant, useinb these to belittle your intelligence while simultaneously claiming you

Good Girl/Boy -> Deployed exclusively when you submitted to his boundary-breaking or do what he's told in general

Mr/s. Trager -> In the final weeks, he would murmur this against your temple when no one was around. It wasn't a proposal; it was a unilateral decision he had already made without your input

Your gender or how you present yourself will impact not only how Murkoff as a business treats you, but also Trager:

If you are feminine presenting you should expect:

Trager leans heavily into traditional corporate misogyny

He views a feminine subordinate as a delicate, beautiful trophy to be patronized, "protected," and infantilized

Highly chivalrous on the surface, deeply degrading underneath

In board meetings, he will talk over you or repackage your ideas as his own

But in private, he over-rewards you, making it clear that your career progression depends entirely on pleasing him, not your actual talent

If you are masculine presenting you should expect:

Trager has a more aggressive, fraternity-style dominance and toxic "buddy" culture

He hates being threatened by another man, so if you show competence, Trager will humiliate you in subtle, masculine-coded ways like:

talking down to you in front of senior directors

mocking your grip during a handshake, or making backhanded comments about your lack of "killer instinct"

Naked as a babe, the torn, padded medical chair which Trager had so 'delicately' bound you to feels itchy against your back and ass but the sensation is so mild compared to hell of your other injuries that you try to focus on it with what remains of your frantic mind.

“So, where were we, ah yes. Let the good doctor take a closer look.”

Trager’s face swims into your vision once more as he walks from behind you. His bald head and torn body bring with it a now-familiar fear and you focus on the filthy marks which stain the apron that is messily tied around his waist – concealing his obvious nakedness from sight. Having now held you in place for well over an hour, the earlier ‘assessments’ which he had already subjected you to as he hunted you through the asylum hung heavily in your heart, humiliation and pain making your skin feel dull yet terribly heightened as you struggle to keep control of your trembling body.

He had cut your clothing from you as you sobbed, made sick and twisted remarks about your body as he freely commented on any little imperfection he discovered; from the winding scar which falling from your bicycle had given you over a decade ago to the slight stubble which decorated your legs as he rubbed his palms over the skin there.

Disgusting hands, fingernails either caked with dirt or completely torn off, wrap around your throat and you squeak out something pathetic as he continues his assessments by using your neck as a base to swivel your head around and take a closer look at your features. Your left brow feels heavy, the skin there inflamed and flaking with dried blood due to the heavy blow which Trager had delivered with the edge of those terrifying fucking scissors of his, scissors which now lay off abandoned to the floor.

“Pretty little bitch.” Trager mutters as he tilts your head back, the sharp motion so sudden that you feel the muscles in your neck protest the movement. “Just like those whores who worked the secretary jobs around here and flashed thigh to the higher-ups for an easy raise while the rest of us worked like dogs.”

Absolutely no idea what he was rambling about, you remain silent as another frantic bubble of terror burns in your throat.

“Hmm, not an awful lot to sell here, sweetheart.” Trager drops your neck and instead wraps his hands around your restrained wrists as his eyes rove across your naked skin from behind smashed glasses. “No jewels, no gold, no nothing. Maybe we need to be thinking about an alternative to put some coins in the good doctor’s pocket. Nothing is free in this whore of a life.”

There’s something lewd in his eyes, his expression turning predatory in a slightly different way than it had been only a moment before.

Your eyes fall to the filthy apron which covers his groin and you swear you feel your heart stop in your chest as you take in the visible tent which now pokes at the material.

“No! You can’t- fuck. You can’t do that. Let me go! Let me go!”

Pulling hard against your restraints with no care for the damage which it will do to your skin, you quickly feel the blood begin to trickle from your wrists as you continue to pant and scream your defiance.

“Don’t you- don’t you fucking touch me!”

“It’s the world’s oldest profession, honey. Gotta give to get, yeah? You give, I’ll get, and we’ll maybe afford some proper medical equipment in this shithole.”

Trager’s hands drop to your chest, blood-streaked fingers pinching at your left nipple painfully as he speaks with a casual, almost teasing tone. It’s so evil, so utterly wrong that you feel nausea rising in your chest and you momentarily fear throwing up over your own naked skin.

“Please-please, don’t.” You bite down the sick feeling with sheer force, wanting to remain as focused as possible as you plead with a man who is clearly beyond reason. “Don’t touch me, don’t let any of them touch me. I can’t-”

“Just gotta check everything’s working.” Trager interrupts as he releases your chest and places his hands behind his back to survey you for a moment longer. “I’m a trained professional, so don’t worry about anything.”

Trager’s hands drop to your thighs. With your ankles restrained to the chair, you are unable to do anything but push your thighs together which as much tension as possible to deny him entry while you choke out some more desperate denials, the words sounding inhumane to your strained ears.

The punch which rocks your skull sends stars flying across your vision, pain exploding in your jaw as fresh blood fills your mouth from your now-split lip. With the blows already delivered to your skull from early assaults, it only adds to the constant throb of discomfort which pairs with your heartbeat as you continue to attempt to resist him.

“Stop being such a fucking whore and let the doctor commence his examination!” Trager explodes, his anger terrifying in its suddenness and you’re so disorientated from the punch that you can’t hold yourself together any longer. The tension leaves your thighs as you sink into the chair and the assumed submission makes Trager grin as he spreads your upper thighs and stares openly at his prize.

Shame and terror make your skin crawl and tears form at the corners of your eyes as they burn with the sheer humiliation. Drinking in your obvious distress, Trager makes a show of tilting his head and humming as he releases his death grip of your left thigh and brings his hand to your cunt.

“Hmm, not the prettiest sight…too much unsightly hair…labia majora and minora appear healthy…doesn’t seem overly used…maybe the groom would pay…maybe not...”

His muted ramblings barely register, your mind reeling too much from the horrible sensation of his rough fingers tugging at and spreading your folds as he appraises you like a slab of meat. There’s no delicacy, no care for anything other than his own sadistic curiosities, and you bite at your inner lip until it also bleeds.

Without warning, he thrusts his fingers within you with absolutely no finesse and you squeal in surprise at the sudden, painful intrusion against your dry hole. His filthy digits struggle to achieve any real depth due to the lack of arousal and you try to clench down tight – to keep him from pushing any further, from taking any more from you.

“Loosen up! Stupid cunt.” Trager snaps, the words so sharp, loud, and unexpected that they make your entire body flinch. “How is anyone going to fuck you if you’re too dry and tight to take a couple of fingers? Maybe you just need some real encouragement? Something to get the juices flowing…”

Gasping as he pulls free of you with deliberate cruelty, his nails scraping along your walls, you follow his frustrated frame as he blindly turns on his heels and messily leans down to the floor to pick up the disgusting scissors which he had long since abandoned.

“No,” You moan the word as you gaze at the scissors with open terror and thrash your head, the denial quickly rising into a scream. “No! No! Fuck, fuck! Please, I’ll be good. You can fuck me- you can do what you wan- please don’t do that!”

“I’m not doing this.” Trager denies with a shake of his deformed head as he lines up the edge of the scissors with your restrained right hand, secluding the pinkie fingers between the sharpened blades as your breath comes so erratically that you quickly feel light-headed. “You did this. I gave you the chance to show me you were willing to help me so now I have to make sure I get my money’s worth, honey.”

You hear the scissors snap shut and there’s a moment – a split second- where you convince yourself that he was only trying to threaten you, that he wouldn’t cut your finger off over something as mild as not wanting him to fuck you with his fingers.

And then the pain comes.

White-hot and so intense that darkness seizes your vision for a moment, the agony is by far the worst thing you have ever experienced in your short life and you wish – again – that you had died earlier in the night so that you didn’t have to feel it any longer.

You at least have the presence of mind to tilt your head to the side as you vomit, the pain bringing up the meagre food which you had eaten earlier that morning before your fated visit to the asylum, and you hear the retching, keening, desperately inhumane noises which escape your throat as though they were coming from someone else.

After a minute, once your screams have died to animalistic grunts, a hard hand against your jaw pulls your attention back to Trager and you can see victory in his grin, his teeth disgusting and missing in places as he grips your chin so tightly that you swear you feel the bones creak.

“Look how wet you are now, whore.”

Trager drops to his haunches to rub his hand all over the spatterings of fresh blood which now lay on the dirty floor beneath your mauled hand, his fingers collecting as much of the liquid as he can as your pinkie stump slowly bleeds out.

“Caught red-handed,” Trager giggles to himself. “Here, let me show you.”

You dry heave once more, words of protest beyond your shattered mind, as he quickly leans forward to press his hand against your cunt, thrusting his two fingers back within your hole as he uses your own blood as a makeshift lubricant to replace the arousal he was never going to inspire.

It’s so vile that you can only sob, your chest heaving and falling with every desperate, ugly noise.

Abandoning you for the moment, Trager wastes no time in exploiting your current state as he pushes his hands up his apron, raising the fabric enough to expose his withered, leathery cock to the cold air of his examination room. His arousal is clear, cock rock hand and already twitching in his hand as he pants and grips himself tight.

His apron pulled high and almost tucked into itself, Trager jerks his hand along his cock with a feral intensity as he growls and snarls like a rabid dog. His blood slickened hand sits close to his nose, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the coppery scent and moans as it presses against his cracked lips.

Your cunt feels sticky, disgusting in a way that makes you want to keep vomiting even though there is nothing left in your stomach to bring up. You can smell your own blood, the pain in your finger so intense that it quickly passes into shock and your body trembles with the sheer adrenaline which pulses through your suffering veins.

Already near the brink due to his own cruelty and sadistic delights, it doesn’t take long for Trager to bring himself to the edge and push himself over. His release spatters to the ground without care and Trager grunts his way through his orgasm as he continues to tug along the skin of his cock.

When finished, he waits long enough to regain control of his breathing before scooping up a little of his spent release. Once again leaning forward, he presses it to your cunt, scoring a line across the blood painted there as though he were an artist making final edits to his latest piece.

“And now, you’re perfect.” Trager announces as he pauses long enough to take in your suffering features and slickened hole. “All I need is a little medicine to fix a few things, keep you going for as long as I need, and then we can set up shop to watch the customers roll in.”

You keep your eyes on him as he disappears from sight and the last view you are afforded of him is the slight flare of his filthy apron as his leathery ass slips around the doorway of the room as he goes to find whatever fucked-up medication it is that he plans to administer into your defenceless veins.

.Dr. Tager is insane in his own way, and before what happened at Mount Massive Asylum, he had more freedom than he did when it went to shit.

.Years before all of this, he met you and fell in love with you. You are his darling buddy, and he adored you.  .You were the most precious thing to him, and he wanted you to be his and his alone, and he would make sure that happened. 

.He is a very obsessive yandere who cannot let you go and would do everything he can to learn about you and figure out how you work. 

.He loves you so much he just has to know how that beautiful brain of yours ticks. 

.He is also very touchy-feely with you, grabbing at you, pulling you close, and sometimes even openly groping you. 

.He is a yandere who cannot help himself; he always has to have his hands on you in some manner. 

.He will openly do it as well, regardless of what sex you were born as, because you are his and he loves that sexy body of yours. 

.He is down for anything with you, so be aware of that; you are pretty much fucked with what he will want to do with you. 

.He is a sadistic yandere, and most of his rivals get his sadism, but some of it leaks over to you as well. 

.Such as the rough sex that has some BDSM kinks that go on the more extreme end. 

.He loves that he has the power he does have over you in sex and that your life is sometimes is pretty much in his hands. 

.He is a yandere who would never kill you, but he does get close with breath play, aka strangling you, and blood play as well. 

.He is a very extreme yandere who is going to push the edges with you and take great pleasure in experiencing these extreme kinks with you. 

.He is also a yandere who is addicted to you and just has to have a taste of every part of you, your blood, tears, and cum~ 

.He cannot get enough of you, and he is a yandere who would break your spirit and your mind to have you as his and his alone. 

.He wants to make you as addicted to him as he is addicted to you, so that you are solely devoted to him and no one else. 

.But he wants you to retain who you are; he doesn't want you to be a lifeless shell of yourself, so he is careful to make sure he does not ruin you, his Darling buddy! 

.He is also a yandere who is very possessive of you and makes sure that others know that you are his, and if they wanted to try and take you from him, they would pay with their lives. 

.There might be one man that he would share you with, and that man is Jeremy Blaire, but he may be on the fence if he shares you or not. IT all depends on the type of mood that he is in. 

.When it comes to his rivals, he is very sadistic with them; they do not deserve you, and if they thought they could try to take you away from him. 

.Their fate would be sealed, and somehow they would end up being committed to Mount Massive Asylum. 

.Once they are, they will experience the most horrific tortures known to man, ones that would make the people who committed those experiments on prisoners of war from WW2 sick to their stomachs. 

.He does not care if it is laws against humanity; they tried to steal you, his darling buddy, away from him.  .So this is what they deserved, and they will learn this is their fate and that death would be a mercy for them. 

.It was all for you, his darling buddy, the love of his life, the person he would burn this world down for. 

.He was so obsessed with you that he would be a yandere that will go after anyone and would burn the world to the ground to have you as his and his alone. 

.He does not care what he has to do to have you; he will, one way or another. 

.Finally, when he does confess his love to you, he is putting it all on the line, and only you accepting his love will be accepted and allowed. 

.If you do accept his love, he will be so happy would make you his and his alone, finally fucking you and make sure that you belong to him, body, mind, heart, and soul~  .He will adore you for life and never ever stop loving you because you are his and his alone. 

.But if you did not accept his love, and instead you rejected and turned down his love confession. Well, he does not take it well and would pretty much laugh. 

.He would tell you how rejecting him was not only stupid but insane. He then proceeds to drug you, and you wake up in a private cell in Mount Massive Asylum. 

.He tells you that your rejection of his love proves that you were clearly insane, because you DO in fact love him, and since you are clearly losing your mind and becoming delusional, you have to be admitted to Mount Massive Asylum to seek treatment for these insane delusions that you have. 

.He fully believes that you do love and that you are just insane. (Well, ain't that the pot calling the kettle black. lmao.) 

.He knows in his heart that he can help you see the light by breaking you- I mean, treating you so that you accept your feelings for him and love him the way you were always meant to. 

.He is a completely delusional yandere who believes that with his help, you can love him and that you will be his and his alone. 

.He does not care how long it takes; he will make it happen, he will make you love him, making you his darling buddy, finally.