「𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐅𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭」> [Creepypasta X Reader]
007
"Romantic Killer"
WARNING!!!
Filler
Mentions of porn
When she came back down, hair tied up and everything, the man positioned himself like he wasn't in pain at all. His hands squeezed the balls of his legs with a pained look; yet no sound came off of his peach, chapped lips.
She ignored it. She ignored it and politely said she would be making dinner for both of them due to the night falling quicker than anticipated. The orange hues reflected on the kitchen windows causing her to turn on the second brightest light she had on the kitchen.
She didn't see it, but his mouth hesitated to speak up.
He first said that it was ok and she didn't need to do this, but when she denied despite his cute helpless look, he settled in trying to help regardless of her protests.
He couldn't help but think, if he didn't meddle with that bastard he could've had this sort of domestic life. His eyes heating up from rage.
The thought almost made him drop two blue pattered flower ceramic plates. Though he did eventually hurry to put them on the table and rushed to the [Hair Colour] haired female's side. Her spaced out eyes worrying him. (Plus her hand having too much exposure from the hot fumes the soup let out).
She gasped when his warm, but colder than her's hand was directing her right away from the pot "Careful..." He looked away before letting go of her hand, albeit hesitantly.
She looked at him one more time, but quickly looked back. She almost felt goosebumps from the way his calloused yet gentle hands guided her also calloused, but softer than his, hand. She unconsciously flexed her fingers after letting go of the ladle.
"Sorry... I was lost in thought." She mumbled, but she's sure he heard her.
After that, all sound that was left was the clanking of plates and utensils and the boiling of the egg drop soup which [Name] stirred and added a few ingredients once in a while.
Before she could even blink, Brian was now helping her set the table with the soup.
"Thank you..." Brian smiled slightly and took the seat right in front of her.
It all happened so fast. A spur of the moment situation.
An unexpected development in such a short time.
She was only showing him where he would be sleeping, her father's room. But a suggestive conversation when she was washing dishes led them to something people would usually say, impossible; maybe something out of a pornografic movie.
(The scene is similar to the Brian scene in the old book, but a suggestive conversation was left out) Imagine what you will, but they truly got frisky. And she even treated him like a virgin.
The almost naked woman clicked her toungue and licked her teeth, imagining satiating her sore jaw. The cozy green blanket that covered her and the sleeping man almost dropped, but she held on.
It was a fun night, all she could remember. She can't even remember how it happened, but she's sure she hooked her legs.
She snickered.
"What's so funny, Love?" She felt a pair of muscular, warm arms wrapped itself around her bare waist. His face buried on her stomach, looking at her with big hazel-like brown eyes. "Nothing, nothing, I was just dreaming about last night." [Name] smirked and ruffled his dirty blonde hair with a gentleness that could make anyone go to sleep. He flushed a bit, pushing himself down to her exposed flesh where her uterus would be and averted his eyes. Mumbling to himself. The vibrations giving [Name] goosebumps.
She might've heard wrong, but she's sure he said something along the lines of, "Did you like it?" But one could never be certain when someone is muttering.
He was a sweet boy, quite gentle yet a bit rough.
Which she liked quite a bit. He reminded her of a cute bear.
"Hey! I've been nocking for ten minutes!"
She flinched and her body jumped a good two inches when a unwelcomed familiar voice with a bang sounded downstairs. Shoot.
It was Tim.
She scrambled up, not even caring that her (fat) arse could be seen by Brian once again. Her legs ached, but just imagining the humiliation she would face when Tim barges in door-to-door gave her the energy of a six-year-old.
She quickly dressed herself in a off colour black skirt she wore yesterday and a , long-sleeved peach turtleneck. Her hair still in shambles, she pulled the naked man off the bed and pulled him to the closest, of course, such a good boy he was, he complied without question. Even sitting down on the floor of the hanged clothes that smelled a lot similar to pine and age.
In the end, all she could do was hide the body, not the mess and her unkept hair before Timothy barged in, looking a bit worried. If she didn't know better, she would've assumed he cared for her.
"Huh." His face went like this (╯•'﹏'•╰) to this
(；☉_☉). (Lmao) "Oh." He turned his gaze. His face looked quite blue with a touch of pink. "Whatever you're doing, I won't shame you." Tim who finally collected his mind, deadpanned at [Name] before robotically slamming her door shut.
"Is he gone?" She snapped her neck to see Brian quietly look over at her behind the oak closet door.
In the end she let Brian stay over in her father's room. She's sure daddy's screaming hell when he saw them make love in his bed where he wouldn't even let her lie in.
<Fun Fact>
Real life footage of Brian. Not fake.
Tim was worried because the Boss seemed irritated. And [Name] didn't respond to his messages last night, so he assumed.
The Boss gave out an order that in under no circumstances shall [Name] be harmed. He sees her a good pawn for his impish games against a Casanova demon.
Chapters will be shorter so that the updates will be more frequent.
Frequent as in two or three chapters a month 💀
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