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applesontheground · 27 days ago

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RIRI!!!!!! I’m so excited to request something from you!! Our freaky bendy boy’s been on my mind since watching Malignant, and I know this concept has been mentioned, so I wondered…. Perhaps some phone sex with Gabriel? Him guiding reader, coaxing and teasing and instructing them with that voice? I trust you with the finer details 💜 Thank you friend, MWAH

ACE! YOU'RE GONNA BE MY FIRST GABRIEL FIC!! HOW ABOUT IT!!

this is the first of what i hope to be more installments of this dude -- and of course, the start of the final portion of my remaining requests finishing up. i'm really fascinated with this bendy boy and the bendy body he shares with his poor sister lol! that being said, we love and appreciate both in this house as we always do with horror sibs. thanks for being patient, hope the wait was worth it!!

the lost art of keeping a secret ⚕️

NSFW | Word Count: 1,916 | Gabriel May x GN Reader contains DUBCON, phone sex (or at least, a subspecies of it), guided masturbation, themes of stalking/a very paranormal means of voyeurism, he is...not nice about said guided masturbation, degradation 🎼: x, x

It was a stint of faulty wiring. That was well and normal when you decided to find a home in an overworked city full of overworked people.

Stepping off the elevator, there was a faint drum of thunder from outside. Another storm passing over brought the urge to hide out, knees growing heavy as you walked down the hall, pulling your rain-resistant coat even tighter around your collarbone. You donned a scratchy sweater underneath, and it still didn’t feel like enough.

There were two people in the corridor, a neighbor from across the way and the maintenance employee working on one of the faulty lights. It wasn’t a particular bother to you, but still nice to see it noticed and taken care of. The gentle buzz of a radio sat by your feet, a moment of unity while you fumbled for your keys in their presence.

“Hello,” Your neighbor then cleared her throat, “I-I need to ask, but were we too loud last night?”

You paused, a cold hand still grasping your keys as you stared at your door. It was the first time you two were speaking after almost a year of living across from each other, truly registering and matching the voice to the face as you turned around. You shook your head and replied, “Not at all. How come?”

She huffed, “Oh, no reason. This is my younger sister’s place, and we just got a little too giggly at an ungodly hour.” She grimaced, but when you laughed the idea off, she finally let herself breathe a sigh of relief. “I was just hoping we weren’t total menaces.”

“Not at all.” You then assured her, and pointed out, “I don’t think I’ve ever spoken to your sister, actually, regardless of you two being menaces.” She smiled a little bigger, and you then held your hand out to her. “[Y/N]. I’m at work until late anyways, so you can really be as loud as you want at night.”

She chuckled, shaking your hand. “Madison. Nice to meet you, [Y/N].” She gestured to the door behind her and added, “I’ll tell her to come say hi some time. It’s not like her to be a stranger.”

A sharp drop in the garble coming from the radio had both of you snap your heads to look towards the maintenance worker. He looked back at the both of you, brow furrowing as a walrus-looking mustache twitched. He then turned down to stare at the device, hands busy with the light overhead.

“Weather must be causing an interference,” He mumbled, turning back with his arms outstretched up to fenagle with the faulty light. Madison didn’t find that nearly as good of an answer as you did, her expression tight as you two bid farewell and head to your separate apartments.

After an agonizing day, you took solace in some breathable lounging clothes and a comforter on your sofa, curled up with your phone and the radio on a shelf above your head turned to a lulling volume, something you could fall asleep to the sound of should exhaustion fall over your tired disposition.

“Where…are you…going?”

“I…know you’re here…”

You reached up above your head, beginning to change the station and figuring some strange local program was coming through the music. It was an older system, after all, and even though you weren’t actively listening, something about letting another person pick the songs was appealing to the exhaustion, an urge to ignore most of what wasn’t in front of your eyes.

Just as your arm trailed back down, finding its shelter under the blanket and your eyes glued to the doomscroll through your phone, the radio whispered again through a light rock song – almost as though it was attempting to talk over it.

“Don’t ignore me, [Y/N]. I want an answer.”

Your eyes snapped up, staring into the open area between the countertop that separated your living room from the kitchen. Immediate bargaining came through, wondering just how common your name was, how likely it would be spoken on the air.

“I’m talking to you.”

Turning around now, half up in your seat and furrowing your brow at the radio, an uncertain prick in your chest made you glance to your windows, fogged by the warmth facing the rainy cold outside. You were higher up in the building, meaning unless someone was peering from a distance, there was no way to be seen.

“I’m not out there, [Y/N]. It's right here.” You practically felt your blood pressure spike that time, your breath growing shallow as you slowly looked up at your radio. “The sickness is well with you.”

The voice, fading between clear and garbled, was a roll over gravel. Still, you sat at the edge of the sofa now, unnerved before you could find any sort of interest in it. The static purred for a beat, and then the voice asked, “Do you like the neighbors?”

Your heart somehow fell further into the pit of your body, pressed against your spine in a metaphorical sense as you forced another breath through a tight chest. Your eyes glanced towards the front door you had walked through not even an hour ago.

“If you don’t like her, you can talk to me instead.” He was slow to word himself, as though the voice was thinking of the opportunity he was now offering. You quickly reached to turn the radio off before a scorching heat from the knob made your hand shoot back, baring your teeth.

“Don’t.”

You felt the lights flicker over your head again, now half off the couch with feet on the floor. Hand pressed into your leg, feeling the sharp pain and wondering if it had actually burned you.

“Dare.”

“You.”

Breath picked up, the TV now flicking on and off, the same news station it had been on showing first but with each heartbeat-paced switch a different channel revealed itself.

It was silent after the last word, all power shut off except for the radio. Disgust and that same avoidance was now holding you by the throat, burning through your chest as you tried to take a deep breath. You looked around again, and the voice threatened, “Now, I have a request for you, and there’s a worthy prize at the end.”

Keeping a blank expression, you only caved when he revealed his intentions: “Madison’s life.”

You sputtered, looking down at your phone tangled in the blanket. Was he terrorizing your neighbors across the hall, too? Suddenly, Intentions to leave and check on the power throughout your building bubbled up, but then the voice asked you almost in a patronizing sigh, “And what will you tell the police if they come?”

“Where the hell…?” You stammered under your breath, once again looking around wildly, “That someone on the radio told you to touch yourself?”

“…Touch myself?” You echoed, glaring at the radio and feeling dumb for doing so, no face to meet the bewilderment you knew was painting your countenance. “I’m getting too far ahead.” He chided to himself, but quickly regained a searing tone, “Listen closely, and follow my directions. Madison will face something unfortunate if you don't. Then, you will be next.”

Heat washed over your face, and you glared at the empty air in front of you. “I’m not-“

“Manage it.”

"Fucking nooo-"

“You fucking will.” He insisted, a lightbulb suddenly snapping out of thin air. Disintegrating down onto the coffee table across from your legs. Another beat, weighing your options.

You hesitantly reached for your bottoms. Dread crept up your stomach fast, and it only drew you out more into a state of disbelief when you had asked if you could close the drapes, and he complied.

“I just need one eye, and a light on you.” He then muttered, and you almost swore he was laughing to notice you were once again shuddering off the knowledge of being watched. A hand trembled below your stomach. You stuck a daunted, rather cold finger inside, [another worming into your cunt/the other hand gripping your shaft], but he then winced at the sight, “Slower...”

Utterly debilitating, especially when ordered by that voice. He worked through you despite your initial dread, and the rhythm was soon felt, even followed albeit still halfhearted. Your head lolled a bit, but you kept glancing away from the act, still wondering where he was watching from.

The voice would growl in a mutter to himself when there was some sort of indication you were jumping the gun, now feeling that familiar burn you tumbled into something desperate for this release the further the comforter slipped down your bare legs, spreading from pleasure that somehow was relaxing despite the situation. Sweat was starting to form against your thighs. The fact it was all you, him being the voice that merely directed, drove you forwards and farther down this rabbit hole.

How long could you keep up with it? Fatigue from the day made you strain to keep your pace, the heat of pleasure shot over your core and across your stomach and chest.

“[Y/N], I said slow.” Snapping to some sort of reality, you eased up more from the fact you were asked to than any urge that now sat taut like a chained, angry dog. Almost frozen, and once again glancing towards the window or any way there could be a possibility someone was watching.

The TV snapped on, a blizzard of static as you almost [removed your fingers/unclenched your cock]. A vague shape of shoulders, a head came through; it was clearer if you squinted, but each gentle breath in made it hard to keep your focus. Muscles in your groin clenched as the voice spoke again.

“Look at me, [Y/N]. I'm far closer to you than you think.”

Fear made your [hand(s)] move again, and you clenched your teeth. It’d be foolish to speak to whatever this person was, and your shoulders even rolled a bit in a jolt between [pumps up into your vagina/strokes against the hot skin of your dick] to make sure you were awake.

"Like a fine-tuned instrument. Far better than I thought you would be." He observed, a tilt in his head sending tendrils of dark hair off his shoulders. They almost seemed to jut forward unnaturally when you really looked at it, more like shoulder blades than flat surfaces.

It was like they were put on backwards.

It was a short observation, the high once again coming up as you found a perfect spot to keep rubbing against yourself. This power in an unaroused context was still toxic, asphyxiating to anything you needed tonight when it came to companionship.

The release rushed through when he took a deep breath, the groan crackling over static and making you lurch forward. A sharp orgasm, stifled from fear and causing it to slather over nerves in an ache rather than any sort of satisfaction had made your head stop lying back, front and center as you let a single pathetic whine out.

"So soon, so messy," He noted, and you crumpled against your lap as the power fell to dark once more, the TV shut off, and there was just the rain spattering against window panes hiding you from the rest of the world.

The radio still working, tickling you with its interference fighting against all law of nature and surrounding outages, was what brought you back from an orgasm.

"And so, very far."

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