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Masked-Stalker!Noah Sebastian: Part Two

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Pairings: Stalker!Noah Sebastian x Reader.

18+ TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, fluff, language, stalking, kidnapping, murder, breaking and entering, watching someone sleep, blood and sexual intercourse in someone’s blood, some medical talk, a very brief mention of bombing and the aftermath of it, a scene of someone receiving stitches, two mentions of the use of drugging, murder, torture, and smut which includes p in v, primal play, knife play, branding, mask kink, chasing through words, consensual nonconsensual, oral with female and male receiving, fingering, possible anal play, bondage, public sex, and edging. I might add more to the warnings the further I get along while writing. But for now, these are all the warnings so please, read at your own risk.

Summary: Readers' sex live had been anything but exciting for years. Curiosity peeks when she stumbles upon a website where people sign up to meet strangers for a wild night of sex based on similar kinks. She meets a masked man that opened up her eyes to a world of different sexual kinks and when the night is over, she's ready to move on. The masked man, however, is not. One imprint of her on his skin is enough to make him obsessed. He'll do whatever he can to make sure she is his; whether she agrees or not.

Authors Note: I mean this with so much love and respect, if this fic is not for you, that's okay. You do not have to read it. But please, do not send me any hate for it. I've given ample warnings the type of content that is in this story and how dark it is. With that being said, here's the long awaited part two! Enjoy my loves!

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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL OR HAPPENED.

READER

Sweat gathered at the back of my neck as I stared straight ahead at the wall in front of me, feeling the looming, dark presence behind me. My hands shook at my sides but I made no effort to move, not wanting to give him a reason to do whatever he had planned for me. 

“What did you do to Andy?” My voice wavered. 

Masked.Omens chuckled darkly while his hands gripped my hips, the material of his mask brushing along my neck as he breathed me in. 

“He was in the way.” 

I swallowed thickly, still refusing to look at him.  “In the way-of what?” 

“You,” his large arms wrapped around my midsection to haul me off the floor and carried me into my bedroom. 

I thrashed against him, doing whatever I could to escape his tight grasp as fear filled my veins. Masked.Omens grunted when my knee collided with his gut but he didn’t even drop me, not until we were in my bedroom and I felt my body fall to my bed. My eyes snapped to the open door yet before I could vault myself off the bed, Masked.Omens clicked open his knife. 

“Don’t even think about it, angel,” his distorted voice warned. 

Glaring up at him, I took in that he was wearing the typical black jacket, turtleneck, cargo pants, gloves, and mask. In the few meetings we had face to face, Masked.Omens only wore this get up. 

“Don’t you wear anything else?” I spit out. 

Something glimmered in his eyes as he began crawling on my bed causing me to sit straight up against the headboard, pulling my knees to my chest. 

“Do you want to see me naked, angel?” He taunted. 

I fucking hated that voice modulator he used to disguise his voice because I was desperate to hear how his actual voice sounded. 

“Fuck you,” I spat while kicking my leg out at him, only for him to grab my ankle, dragging me down the length of the bed. 

The sounds of a struggle echoed in my otherwise quiet bedroom as I grunted while trying to knee Masked.Omens in the gut but his strength was something I couldn’t fight. Locking me to the bed with his hips, those dark eyes stared down at me through his mask while his one large hand pinned both of mine above my head. 

“Are you done?” He asked, not even bothered by the struggle. 

Well, part of him was bothered by our struggle. I could feel his cock pressing against his pants as it softly brushed against my clit. I roughly chewed on my bottom lip so I didn’t let the moan slip because I couldn’t let him know how turned on I was about this entire thing; from the moment I felt his breath brush against the back of my neck. 

He killed Andy, you crazy bitch! How is this turning you on?!

Ignoring the voice in my mind, I glared up at Masked.Omens. “What did you do to Andy?” 

He ignored me, simply leaned over the bed to reach into the bag I just noticed he had hiding there. 

“How long have you been in my apartment?” I demanded to know while fighting against the grip on my hands. 

A dark chuckle danced in the air while Masked.Omens pulled out a long silk tie from his bag and then grabbed both of my hands, tying them together. 

Just before he tied me to my headboard, those raven eyes stared down at me through his mask. 

“Safe word?” 

I blinked up at him quickly, trying to comprehend what he just asked me. 

“What?” I asked. 

“If you want out, angel, say the safe word and I will end everything,” the tenderness in his voice was evident even with the modulator. 

I pondered it momentarily by sucking in my bottom lip, never once removing my gaze from him. Despite him possibly killing Andy, here Masked.Omens was giving me an out from whatever he had planned; if I wanted it. 

“No,” I spoke in a hushed tone. 

A gloved hand tilted my chin up towards his lips. “No, you want me to stop?” 

Swallowing thickly, I shook my head. “I want this.” 

With my acceptance, Masked.Omens bound my wrists together to the headboard before grabbing the knife that lay next to me on the bed, slicing through my scrubs. It was futile to yell at him for ruining a pair of expensive scrubs, it was clear this was his M.O. 

Darkened eyes drank in the appearance of my grey panties and white sports bra, me never opting to wear anything sexy while at work. I always went for comfort. And I was thankful for that because yet again, Masked.Omens cut away the fabric, leaving me bare for him. 

“The fact that I can’t shove my cock deep in your tight cunt right now irritates the hell out of me,” he sneered before reaching for the bag on the floor again. 

“Why not?” I pathetically whined. 

Those raven eyes snapped down to me, cocking his head to the side. “You slept with another man, angel. You need to be punished.” 

My mouth ran dry as I yanked on the binds with him still sitting on my hips. “That’s why you killed Andy? Because I slept with him? Last time I checked, we’re not exclusive!” 

I saw his lips twitch from the opening in his mask right before he dumped out the contents of his bag on my bed next to me, a bright red folder catching my attention out of everything. 

“How well did you know him?” Masked.Omens questioned. 

He picked up the folder and turned it to face me, a picture of Andy sticking out like a sore thumb. Not just any picture. A mugshot along with a long list of crimes; crimes I knew nothing about. 

“What’s this?” My question tumbled out on sudden dry lips as my blood ran cold. 

“Andy Biersack, wanted for smuggling things over the border to sell on the black market. Drugs, weapons, and women,” Masked.Omens read down the list of charges, the voice modulator making everything sound a hundred times worse. 

“I-I didn’t know,” I stammered while shaking my head. 

He slammed the folder shut and tossed it over his shoulder, papers scattering all over my bedroom. “So you just fuck the first guy you meet without knowing anything about him?” 

The fear of finding out about who Andy was faltered for a quick moment as I raised my brow, almost in a really sort of way. 

Masked.Omens blinked rapidly, suddenly realizing that he was not only talking about Andy but about himself as well. 

“How do I know you wont kill me?” I questioned.

Even with his features hidden beneath the mask as he continued to loom over me, I could tell his face went serious. “I don’t kill good people, angel.”

“So that’s why you killed Andy?” I asked after a beat of silence. 

He gave a curt nod while cupping my cheek with a gloved hand. “Your life was at risk. I’d do anything to protect you.” 

Our eyes met in a fiery trance as an unknown feeling surged in my chest. The air around us shifted from sexual punishment to adoration. It was true when I said I had no idea Andy was that kind of person and I couldn’t help but feel thankful Masked.Omens took care of him. Although I was curious at first what happened to Andy, I was no longer. I didn’t know the kind of person Masked.Omens was beneath the mask, for all I know he could be a hit man and was hired to take out Andy. But neither of us could dwell on the new feeling that wrapped around us because Masked.Omens pulled another silk tie from the pile on my bed. 

“I’ll give you one chance to apologize,” was all he said before he began twisting the tie around his fingers. 

I narrowed my gaze at him and scoffed. “I have nothing to apologize for you asshole. We’re not dating, I can sleep with whoever I want.” 

 A sinister smirk pulled at those plump lips before they fanned over mine causing me to shiver, wetness pooling between my legs. His ass sat on my already aching clit and every time he moved, he put pressure against my mound, making me bite my tongue to keep the moan quiet. I nearly rutted myself up against his ass, so desperate for more friction but knew if I did, it would give Masked.Omens the satisfaction he craved. 

“Open wide for me, angel,” he ordered.

I clenched my jaw shut with defiance only for him to wrench it open so he could stuff  it with the silk tie. 

“Last chance. One blink for no, two for yes. The power is your hands,” Masked.Omens double checked with me once more. 

Two quick blinks were what stood between me and him, another night of pure ecstasy. My body was already exhausted from a long day at work so I knew it would be better if I ended this now so I could sleep. That would be the logical thing to do. 

Instead, I threw caution to the wind and blinked twice. 

READER

I yanked on my binds when the leather gloves smacked my already red ass for yet another time; my screams muffled by the silk tie in my mouth. My eyes were trained hard on the objects that lay next to my face on the bed, specifically one of them. 

A bright shiny black diamond on one end while the other end was bulbous. 

There was absolutely no way that would fit in my ass, right?

The sheets beneath my naked body were sticking to me because of how much I'd been sweating from my writhing on the bed. Masked.Omens laid another swift smack on my ass, my cries once again muffled. 

"Oh, what's the matter angel? Does that hurt?" His distorted voice teased against the shell of my ear as he leaned over my back. "You said you wanted to be punished. You're not backing out now, are you?" 

I did, in fact, say I wanted to be punished. Moments before he tied me to the bed, he asked twice if I wanted to say our safe word, and both times, I declined. I needed to be punished for Andy and for signing up for the sex website again. 

I let out a sigh of relief when the spanking seized so he could drag a finger up and down my slick folds, gathering my wetness on his glove. My ass was still perched up in the air while my upper half was forced down on the bed with his other hand.

"All this talk about me stalking you made you so wet, angel," he let out a dark laugh that sounded sinister due to the voice modulator in his mask and it made my skin crawl with excitement. 

My moan was swallowed by the silk tie when Masked.Omens slipped two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out of me with such force, I cried out. 

"I'm going to ruin this pussy, Y/N. Your cunt belongs to me," he claimed me by sinking his teeth in the side of my neck. 

I wrenched my neck away from him, finally being able to spit out the tie from my mouth just enough to say two words. 

“Fuck you!” 

Masked.Omens tsked loudly in my ear, grabbing the knife yet again. “Wrong answer, angel.”

Now I lay on my back, shoulders screaming in pain from being yanked in all different directions. Masked.Omens had shed off his jacket, still leaving him covered from head to toe, as he flipped the knife between his gloved fingers. 

“It seems like I need to not only remind you who you belong to but make sure the next time you show these off to anyone but me,” he palmed my breasts in his free hand. “They know who you belong to.” 

My cries echoed off of the room, nearly an hour into my punishment. The state of this room paled in comparison to the state my body was currently in. I yanked at the bindings on my wrist, trying to break free, but the silk tie was bound too tight. The anal plug in my ass almost felt foreign now since it had been inserted for quite some time, my tight hole clenching around it every time I moved. 

"Stop moving," the distorted voice demanded while now sitting directly on my hips, forcing me against the bed. 

The tip of the knife tried to pierce my skin again causing me to buck up my hips towards him, doing whatever I could to overpower him. His dark eyes drank in the sight of me naked underneath him, blood slowly dripping down from the gash underneath my left breast. 

"You're beginning to irritate me," Masked.Omens growled, pressing the knife deeper into my sensitive skin. 

"Fuck you!" I spat up at him. "I signed up for sex not to be carved like a fucking pumpkin!" 

He tsked, the mask covering all of his facial features besides those eyes and those pump lips; the ones I'd been so desperate to taste. Like last time, he wore his entire get-up with the black jacket, black turtleneck, and black cargo pants but those damn leather gloves and mask is what bothered me the most. 

Why couldn't I see him? Feel his skin on mine?

Masked.Omens ignored my curses, simply kept digging the knife into the skin underneath my breast. 

“You need a reminder of who you belong to, angel," his voice was laced with lust and I knew from how hard his dick was pressing against my inner thigh that he was getting off on branding me. 

From the angle of my head, I was able to look down and see the mark he was carving. A circle with a dot in the middle. 

"You're a psychopath!" I cried out a choked sob. 

Masked.Omens clicked his tongue while cocking his head down at me. "I prefer creative."

Once he was finished with his claim of me, he wore a wicked smirk before grabbing the necessary products to clean the new wound on my breast and then place a bandage over it. 

“I fucking hate you!” I pulled up on the binds. 

Tossing everything back into his bag, Masked.Omens rolled off of me to stand on his feet, getting ready to untie me for god knows what until a loud beeping sounded from my bag in the living room. 

“Shit!” I cursed while yanking on my binds, trying to break free on my own. 

“What is that?” He questioned. 

My eyes were trained on my sore wrists, still not being able to slip through the silk and groaned in frustration. “It’s my pager for work. I’m being called in. I need you to untie me so I can answer it.” 

Fully expecting him to fight me, I was shocked when I watched him slice the knife through the silk, my hands finally being free. As I began to sit up, Masked.Omens gently pushed me back down before leaving me a moment to disappear into the living room. Less than ten seconds later, he was back in the bedroom and set the pager in my hand. 

All the blood drained from my veins when I read the code on the pager, my heart lurched into my throat nearly making me puke all over Masked.Omens boots. 

“What is it?” 

Code Black. 

“I-uh-I need to get back to the hospital,” I rose quickly to my feet, nearly falling into his embrace due to the exhaustion. 

“You need to rest,” Masked.Omens observed, still speaking in the distortion. 

We were so incredibly close but due to everything that happened in the last thirty hours, I felt like my brain couldn’t focus on one specific thing. Like how bright his eyes were when they stared at me or how close his lips were. 

“It’s my job. I need to go,” I defended, suddenly feeling the life fill me again the longer I stood on my feet. 

Masked.Omens eyes darted between mine for a few beats before he reluctantly turned my back to his chest and pushed me back on the bed. 

“Hey!” I fought back against him. “I told you-.” 

“I know, angel. I need to take the butt plug out first,” he informed. 

My cheeks burned when I realized I’d become so used to it that I hadn’t felt it in my ass in awhile. After instructing me to take a deep breath, I felt the butt plug release from my tight hole and I breathed out in relief. 

With a swift pat to my ass, dismissing me, I brushed past Masked.Omens into my closet to grab a new set of clothes. I didn’t have time to wash away the sweat from the punishment so I would have to live with a quick freshen up. 

After I stepped out of my bathroom, dressed and ready to go, I noticed him lounging in my bed with his boots resting on my comforter and flipping through my television. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked while tying my hair back into a tight french braid. 

He shrugged. “We’re not finished here so while you’re at work, I’ll be waiting until you get back.”

“Absolutely not,” I shook my head firmly. “You’re not staying in my apartment alone while I’m at work.” 

Masked.Omens snorted, the voice modulator making it sound sinister. “As if I haven’t done that before.” 

I swallowed thickly before slipping into my shoes. “You really have been stalking me for a while, huh?” 

His silence was the answer I needed. 

Once I was ready to head back to work, I walked past the end of my bed where I smacked his dirty boots off. 

“Get your nasty shoes off my bed and get out of my apartment,” I said before slipping on my jacket and waiting for him to get off my bed. 

“You’re lucky I wasn’t jumping on your bed with my shoes on,” he grunted while standing to his full height, towering over me. “Let me drive you to work. I don't want you behind the wheel given everything.” 

Not only was I still exhausted, my body went through alot with his punishment; the new wound underneath my breast screaming in agony. 

“I ordered an Uber, should be pulling up any minute. So again, you need to leave. And please, don’t be here waiting for me when I return,” I stood tall in front of him, trying so hard not to let him know I was secretly sad our time together was interrupted. 

I was so wounded up, wanting to feel his cock inside of me again, that when the beeping to my pager went off again, I nearly cried out in frustration.

“I mean it,” I said while running back into my bathroom when I realized I left my phone in there. “I don’t want you here when I get back.”

As I stepped back into the bedroom, I came to a halt when I noticed it was empty. Masked.Omens somehow managed to slip out in a matter of seconds, only leaving something on my bed behind in his wake. 

A few black petunia petals with a note. 

Please be safe.

O.

Trying to ignore the flutter of my heart, I rushed out of my apartment, truly afraid of what I was going to walk into at work. 

READER

I sat slumped in the corner of the emergency room, nearly falling out of the chair as I tried to gain my bearings. Fading in and out of disassociation from the last few hours of work. 

Blood. Destruction. Death; so much death. 

I'd been an emergency room nurse for years and this night was the first night I'd been shaken this bad. All I could see when I closed my eyes was the bodies that were wheeled in, one after the other. It was quiet now, all of us doing whatever we could to save the ones that had a chance while the amount of red tags doubled with each passing minute. 

"Hey," a soft voice pulled me from my thoughts and I gave a weak smile over to my coworker, Meri. 

"Are you doing okay?" She asked while sitting next to me. 

I shook my head. "No but I will be. I have an appointment with the hospital's therapist in thirty minutes. Just need to talk this out." 

Meri patted my knee. "I think that's a good idea. The bombing at the local theater was pretty heavy. Good news is the police caught the guy." 

"Good," my voice was laced with anger but my body remained slumped in the chair. 

"I know now might not be the best time to bring this up, given what happened, but a group of us are going to the local fair once our shift ends. I think it would be a good breath of fresh air; literally." Meri spoke while rising from her chair. 

The photo in the pocket of my bloody scrubs weighed heavy as I thought about going out after my shift, already having a plan. 

“Y/N, are you sure you can handle this one?” 

Glossy eyes looked over to one of my coworkers, a fellow nurse named Paul, and I gave him a sorrowful nod. 

“Yea-,” I cleared my throat. “Yeah. It’s not the first one and I have a feeling it won’t be the last.” 

The emergency room had been in a constant motion of trauma for the last hour as victim after victim arrived; most of them already with red tags stuck to their ankles. Like the one currently laying in front of me on a stretcher. 

I had been tasked with looking through his belongings to see if we could find some sort of I.D since their face had been all but burned in the blast. Keeping the blanket over their face, I began looking through their belongings and pockets, hoping to find something. Yet what I found nearly made me fall to my knees as I felt all the blood leave my veins. Skin went slick with sweat while I stared longer at the polaroid picture in my hand, then shaking with nerves.  With my name being called, I hastily shoved it into my own pocket before anyone could see.

Don't believe his lies were written on the back of the polaroid photo of me holding a fresh bouquet of black petunias that were left in front of my apartment door; three days ago.

The worst part wasn't the fact that someone had managed to get that close to me to snap a picture without me knowing. It was the fact that I had found this picture in the belongings of one of the victims from the bombing. 

No one knew I found the picture, having to log it into evidence if I had. I couldn’t risk that. I needed to ask Masked.Omens about it since he was the one that continued to leave me black petunias everywhere. 

Was Masked.Omens the cause of the bombing? 

No, he was with you when the bomb went off. 

But that doesn’t mean he didn’t have an accomplice.

Swallowing thickly, I glanced up at Meri while weighing the options in my head. I planned on figuring out where Masked.Omens lived to question this photo. 

You don't know anything about him, idiot. You don't even know where to look. 

Rolling my eyes at the voice in my head again, I eventually nodded to Meri. Even though I had strict orders from Masked.Omens from earlier when he left me a note in my work locker to not go anywhere after my shift tonight because he planned on stopping by my apartment to finish what we started eight hours ago. I had less than a minute in my break so I couldn't question how the hell he managed to sneak into the break room of the hospital. 

Fuck him, he's lying to you. 

"Yeah, I'll be there," I said while sitting up straighter in the chair. "I'll be there around seven." 

Meri smiled wide while squealing, the aftermath from tonight already leaving her system. 

"Awesome! The Ferris wheel is the main attraction of the fair. So we're definitely riding it!" 

Giving her a weak smile, I rose from the chair and with a wave over my shoulder, I walked down the long hallway towards the breakroom. I needed to clean myself up a little bit before my appointment with the therapist. Rifling through my bag in my locker, I quickly checked my phone and nearly dropped it at the text from an unknown number. 

Unknown: I told you not to go anywhere tonight, angel. You might want to rethink your choices otherwise there will be serious consequences. Worse than before.

The brand underneath my breast burned when I remember the last time I did something that had serious consequences. My punishment had been almost nine hours ago and after peeking at it earlier, I noticed that Masked.Omens had cut deep enough that I needed stitches and it was already starting to scab over. The longer I stared at the brand, the more my core burned with arousal. I’d never expected to get so turned on with being marked by someone, having Masked.Omens claim me as his but I was starting to realize a lot about me in his presence. Like someone besides him was stalking me and this person could easily have been one of the bombing victims. 

Shaking the thoughts of how many mutilated bodies I saw tonight, I narrowed my eyes at the text on my screen, now feeling the anger radiate through me. How the hell did Masked.Omens know about me going to the fair tonight? It had only been a few minutes since I agreed to go. 

“No!” 

I realized with a start, snapping my eyes up toward the camera in the corner of the break room. The light continued to blink red as it quickly turned, following my movements so with a snarl, I flipped it off knowing this was exactly how Masked.Omens found out. 

"Fuck you!" I seethed while throwing the picture and phone back into my purse, and slamming the locker shut.

NOAH

“What a fucking brat,” I grumbled while clicking off the camera feed from the hospital and dragged my feet into the walk in closet of my bedroom. 

From what I gathered while watching the cameras, Y/N was meeting this friend at the local carnival around seven tonight, meaning I had to rush over after my meeting. It was just before two and I had to run into the office with Nicholas soon. There wasn’t an ounce of worry that this meeting would run long, nothing like The Robertsons. The client we were meeting tonight just wanted to check on how his offshore accounts were doing, an easy in and out. 

Which is something I desperately needed because every since the disturbance in Y/N’s punishment, my cock had been aching all fucking day. I tried so hard to keep my mind preoccupied with work and numbers but every so often, I’d glance over to the angel wings on the wall and think back to my angel. I needed to feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, this time nothing would get in our way. Not even her going to this stupid carnival tonight. Y/N wore my brand, she was mine. 

Once dressed for the meeting, I glanced at my phone when I got a notification that Y/N had arrived home so I scurried over to my computer set up and clicked a few buttons to bring up the feed of her apartment. 

“I just want to sleep,” her tired voice groaned as she dropped all of her things in the doorway. 

“I literally installed hooks for you to hang your stuff, angel,” I crossed my arms over my chest displeased. 

I was growing tired of seeing the constant mess in her apartment so earlier when I stopped by while she went back to work, I installed two sets of hooks by the door of her apartment so Y/N could hang up her bags and coats; something she missed in her tired state. 

The bombing at the local theater had been all over the news which prompted me to watch her every move while she was at work. I’d even stopped by the hospital after leaving her apartment to slip a note in her locker, going undetected by hospital security. 

Slipping on my black peacoat, I watched as Y/N disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. With the angel of the camera, I was able to see her reflection in the mirror as she began to undress. Clicking on the mouse twice, the bedroom camera zoomed in closer and I was able to see the bandage on her breast, my cock twitching underneath my dress pants. 

Fuck this carnvial bullshit and this stupid meeting. I need Y/N now. 

Me: Don’t you dare leave your apartment. I’m coming over and finishing what I started earlier. 

Once I hit send on the text, I heard it on Y/N’s phone on the camera feed and watched as the shower turned off, her wrapping a towel around herself and running back into her bedroom. Picking up her phone from the charger on her end table, a low scowl pulled on her lips before her fingers began flying over her screen. 

Angel 🪽: Fuck you, asshole. Just because you carved me like a thanksgiving turkey doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do. 

Y/N shut off her phone, setting it back down on the end table. I watched in amusement as she grabbed a pile of clothes from the clean basket that had been on the chair in her room for the last week. When she grabbed a familiar red silk thong, my cock throbbed as I watched her lock herself in the bathroom. The memory of what happened hours ago with those red panties replayed in my mind.

I stood in the middle of Y/N’s room, her scent filling my senses and bringing a sense of calm to my erratic thoughts. With our abrupt ending earlier, I needed to be in her space again to calm my racing heart, wondering if she was doing alright at the hospital. I had just finished planting my calling cards for her, something I knew scared her at first from watching her on the cameras but now, she was slowly becoming accustomed to it; she almost expected it now. 

The memories of our night together a few weeks ago kept my entire body on edge, my soul vibrating with a need to taste and feel her clench around me again. It wasn’t desperation anymore. It was a primal need to have her in all the ways I deserved. 

The scent of her peach shampoo lingered in the hair and my cock twitched in my jeans. I ran a palm over it, trying to ease away some of the growing tension yet it made it worse. 

“Fuck,” I groaned while letting my eyes flutter shut. 

If I wasn’t meeting Joakim in less than ten minutes, I would have left my erection to slowly go down on it’s own but I’d be a fucking idiot to walk into this lunch with my cock pressing so hard against my zipper I was left a whimpering mess. 

My gaze scanned Y/N’s bedroom swiftly until it landed on the basket of clean clothes that sat untouched on the chair in the corner of her room; where it had been for the last week. On top of the basket was a red silk thong causing a sly smirk to pull on my lips as I ripped off my mask and yanked down my zipper to free my cock.

READER

Meri and I shared a giggle as we walked through the crowd of the carnival towards the house of mirrors. I’d been here for less than an hour and managed to ride nearly half of the rides and eat my weight in deep fried food. It was a breath of fresh air, something to help me forget all the trauma in my life the last forty eight hours. Not only had I pushed out the memories of work earlier, I kept my phone turned off since Masked.Omens texted me when I was getting ready. I didn’t need his bullshit texts keeping me from having fun. 

I shifted on my feet as we waited in line for the house of mirrors, feeling an uncomfortable wetness between my legs. The thong I’d chosen was a tad wet, not drying fully when I did laundry but I was in a rush to meet Meri tonight and I didn’t have time to find a different pair. Every time a chilled breeze blew up my skirt, I would be reminded of the wet panties. 

Maybe I should have thrown it in the dryer for a few minutes. 

“I have to pee,” Meri groaned suddenly. 

I motioned towards the line, showing that we were next up, but she shook her head. “I can’t hold it. You go on in, I’ll meet you at the ferris wheel.” 

With a quick wave, we parted ways as she went to the bathrooms on the other end of the grounds while I took the steps up to the house of mirrors. The group I was with walked farther ahead, leaving me alone, which I didn’t mind. I needed some time to myself. 

It was a smaller house of mirrors, me already in the main maze, and I tried my best to find my way out. I saw my reflection in every single direction while I kept running into a mirror. 

“Mother fucker,” I hissed when I ran into yet another mirror and rubbed my forehead. 

“Are you lost, angel?” 

Snapping my gaze up to the mirror in front of me, I  let out a gasp at what I saw staring back at me. Raven eyes pinned me in place, his face hidden beneath that dreaded mask again. I felt my heart lurch into my throat with the fear of what my punishment would be tonight. I disobeyed him by coming here tonight and turning off my phone. Also the polaroid picture weighed heavy in my purse with the urge to ask him about it. 

Instead, I turned a different direction to try and find my way out but was met with four more reflections of Masked.Omens. He stood tall clad in darkness, per usual, and very briefly I saw a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. 

“You’re getting off on stalking me,” I sneered towards his reflection. 

He shrugged. “I’m fucked up but something tells me so are you.”

I narrowed my eyes into thin slits while placing my hands on my hips. My back was to him as I continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror in front of me. “You don’t know anything about me.” 

“Trust me, Y/N. I know more than you think I do,” Masked.Omens admitted. 

I swallowed thickly when he dropped my name, never once telling him it. Although he'd been stalking me for weeks, I didn’t think he would have been able to find out my name. Something didn’t sit right with me, knowing he knew my name. 

“You disobeyed me tonight; again. Did you already forget what happens when you disobey me?” His dark voice dripped around my throat, cutting off my oxygen. 

The brand on my breast seemed to vibrate when he spoke causing me to shiver. I didn’t forget, how could I? He made me his with the blade of his knife, forever ruining me for any other potential partners. 

Did you really want anyone else besides him?

“I’ll give you a three second head start,” his voice echoed throughout the maze, bouncing off of the glass panels. 

“For what?” I stammered, running my sweaty palms on my thighs. 

Masked.Omens took a step towards me, all around me, and I felt my breath hitching in my throat because I couldn’t tell which direction he was advancing. 

“Once I catch you, I fuck you.”

My pussy clenched while my heart sank as he began counting down and when he reached 1, I took off in a sprint. His laughter echoed behind me as I reached the end of the maze thankfully. 

“You can’t fly far, angel. I clipped your wings, remember?”

Once outside, I gulped a large breath of air and glanced over my shoulder, nearly falling to my knees when I saw Masked.Omens slowly stalking towards me. He had pulled his hood far over his face, covering his mask. He blended into the darkness, moving easily as no one bothered him a glance. 

I hastily looked around the grounds as he closed the distance quickly and tried to find a ride to hide on. The crowds had dwindled, making it impossible to blend in like Masked.Omen had. 

“Gavitron!” I said suddenly, remembering that ride never had any lines because not many people liked to be spun at a rapid pace. 

It was less than ten feet from where I currently stood and knew that I could get there before Masked.Omens could reach me so I took off with a start. Brushing past people who gave me a bewildered look, I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the ride and saw people were loading up. I didn’t dare look back to see if he was still following me as I found the only empty spot on the ride. 

Soon, the door to the ride closed causing the lights to run off as the ride began, spinning me so fast, I couldn't get a hold on my bearings. This was one ride I had avoided at all costs tonight because I knew afterwards I would feel like shit. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

The lights started to flicker as the pace of the right intensified causing me to screw my eyes shut, doing whatever I could to keep the pretzel I ate earlier in the night in my stomach. When the ride came to a slow halt, I cracked open one eye only to see those raven eyes boring into my soul from across the ride. 

Fuck. 

All at once, the ride picked up speed again only this time I didn’t shut my eyes. I watched as Masked.Omens began stalking towards me as the lights flickered, causing an odd side effect as the music blasted against the aged metal. 

Something glinted in the flashing lights and my sobs were drowned out by the music when I saw the sharp blade twirl between his fingers. The ride slowly came to a stop, lights blinking so fast it made my head spin as I tried to gather my bearings. I felt sick to my stomach and it wasn’t because of the ride. 

No. 

It was because of what happened in the house of mirrors before this and who I saw across from me in the Gravitron minutes ago. His words echoed in my mind, like it did in the house of mirrors when I ran from his reflection. 

“You can’t fly far, Angel. I clipped your wings, remember?”

As the ride came to a slow halt, I let myself take a deep breath to calm the nerves in my mind as I repeatedly told myself he wasn’t here. I was imaging him because of the very long and traumatic shift at work hours before this. 

The lights were still off in the ride so I waited for a moment for them to flick on before removing myself from the seat belt. Suddenly an annoyingly familiar and distorted voice spoke in my ears. 

“You really should have checked those pretty red panties, Angel. You’ve been walking around with my dried cum up against your cunt all night.” 

Snapping my head to the side, my blood running cold, I expected to see a body next to me when the lights turned on but was met with nothing. Besides a girl a few seats over from me giving me a worried glance at my panicked state. 

“Are you alright?” She questioned. 

I gulped while shakily removing the seatbelt across my chest. 

No. Absolutely fucking not. 

Not saying another word, I quickly removed myself from the seat belt and pushed my way through everyone who was getting off. Not thinking twice about it, I ran across the way towards the ferris wheel, knowing that if I needed to get away from Masked.Omens, I needed to get high up. That would be the only way I could get a breath of fresh air. 

My knee bounced in annoyance as I sat in the cart, waiting for the ride to start. I kept my eyes sharp as I looked at each face around me, looking for the black mask with white symbols. I needed to look up what those symbols meant once I was home. Maybe it would give me some kind of inkling on who was hiding behind the mask. 

The cart moved as a new weight was added to it causing me to snap my gaze away from an older couple over to those dreaded white symbols as Masked.Omens sat across from me. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screamed, rising to my feet to get off the ride only for the cart to jerk, us starting to move. 

“I’d suggest sitting down, Y/N. I don’t want you to fall and get hurt,” Masked.Omens smirked. 

“Fuck you!” I seethed while sitting down again, arms crossed over my chest. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with your food?”

He rested his arms against the back of the cart as we slowly rose to the top. “So you agree you’re mine?”

“Take off your mask,” I demanded while sitting straight up. “I’m tired of you hiding behind it. I deserve to know what you look like.” 

This made him sit forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “What makes you think you deserve anything, Y/N? You’ve disobeyed me yet again.”

I rolled my eyes at this overused phrase. “I’m not yours! I don’t have to listen to you.” 

Suddenly he was across the cart in a flash, those gloved fingers wrapped around my throat as he peered down at me, both of his knees on either side of me on the bench I sat on. The grip was tight but not enough to cut off my oxygen. I refused to break our gaze, afraid and slightly aroused as to what he would do. 

“You’re mine, angel. The brand on your perfect tit says so. Do I need to brand the other one for you to realize how serious this is?” His bottom lip trembled as he bit out his words. 

Not being able to speak, I shook my head as best as I could in his tight grasp. His face was so close to me and his warm breath fanned over my lips. All I had to do was reach up and yank off his mask. If I was fast enough-.

“Don’t even think about it,” was my only warning before Masked.Omens lifted me from my seat as the ride came to a stop, us being stuck at the top. 

“We stopped,” I choked out, his grip still around my throat. 

Spinning me to face the other way, Masked.Omens forced my top half over the side so I gazed straight down. Fear filled my veins as I tried to fight against him, which prompted him to lock me into place with his hips against my ass. Large hands slinked up my sweater, over my stomach, and towards the bandage on my breast. I gnawed on my bottom lip, doing whatever I could to keep the moans quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that I’d been turned on this entire night. Our game of cat and mouse worked me up that all he had to do was breathe against my clit and I would cum. 

“You’re wearing my jacket,” Masked.Omens mused in my ear. 

My outfit tonight was a black skirt, orange lace top, and the jacket he let me borrow that first night together. 

“Are you going to cut my clothes away this time?” I shot back while looking over my shoulder at him. 

Fuck, he was breathaking. Those eyes dragged me under each and every time. 

“Believe me, it’s tempting. But I can't risk you leaving here naked,” Masked.Omens hands flipped up the edge of my skirt, exposing my ass to the cold air. 

Goosebumps pricked my skin as I felt those leather fingers brush along my folds and this time, I couldn’t hold back the moan when it fell from my lips. Hooking the band of my thong to the side, he slipped a finger inside of me finally. 

“I can't believe you jacked off with my underwear,” I breathed. 

I wanted to sound angry that he could do something so disgusting but the image of him sitting on my bed with my panties wrapped around his cock was overpowering as I nearly fell to my knees.

“I almost sent you a video of it,” Masked.Omens teeth grazed over the shell of my ear. 

Feeling my ego boost at the prospect of that video, I pressed my ass harder against his hips in an effort to make him go deeper with his finger. 

“You should have.”

Masked.Omens hummed a delicious sound. “Next time, angel.”

“Shit, it’s so good,” I purred when a second finger slipped inside of me. 

Masked.Omens’ pace was slow and teasing, wanting to work me up until I felt like I was on the edge of destruction. 

“Who do you belong to?” He asked. 

Full of defiance, I let my forehead fall to my arm as it rested on the edge of the cart. “No one.” 

The sound of leather on my ass echoed in the air around us, mixed with my cries as Masked.Omens left smack after smack on my bare ass. I writhed away from him in an effort to save myself from another punishing blow but he wrapped a thick arm around my stomach to press me against him again. 

“Try again,” he demanded with another smack, only this time it was to my aching cunt. 

“YOU!” I moaned. “I belong to you.”

Ripping my panties down my legs, Masked.Omens spun me around so I could look up to him as he pushed me roughly against the edge of the cart. My hair dangled off the edge along with my head as I clawed against his jacket, trying to get a better grip so I didn’t fall over. 

“Now that’s my good angel. I knew you would see things my way,” he praised while holding one hand around my neck, the other unzipping his pants to pull out his erect cock. 

Absent-mindedly, I licked my lips with desperation to taste him again. 

“Y/N.” 

I peered up at those amber eyes, something glimmering in their depths. “Hm?” 

Gone for a moment was the darkness in his voice as he asked me something I almost expected now. 

“Safe word?” 

Immediately I shook my head. “If I didn’t want any of this, I would have uttered it the first time I saw you in the house of mirrors.” 

That seemed to please him before without a second thought, Masked.Omens poised his cock at my pussy before sliding in. Exactly like the first time, it took a bit of coaxing until I was able to take the fullness of him. His pace wasn’t gentle by any means as he rutted his hips into mine, shaking the cart. The fear of possibly falling off the edge every time he snapped his cock into me fueled the arousal as the heat spread at the base of my spin almost instantly. 

“I’m so close,” I panted while grabbing onto the forearm that held my neck. 

“Not yet,” he snarled. I want you to come apart with me,” Masked.Omen’s said, the muscle in his jaw jumping. 

He was trying to hold himself back, not wanting this to end. With the head only inside of me, he slowly fucked me and I whined out, wanting the whole thing. 

“Please,” I begged while locking my ankles around his. “I need all of you.”

Masked.Omens eyes rolled back and he pressed deep inside of me again, both of us sharing a groan of pleasure. He lifted up my lacy top to make my breasts spill out and quickly, he removed the bandage to look at his brand. 

“It’s healing nicely,” he observed, peppering the area around it with kisses. 

The grip around my neck faltered to grasp the back of my skull, bringing our lips together in a passionate kiss; sloppy but it ignited the flames brighter inside of me. This was the first time we kissed and the material of his mask felt warm and sweaty against my skin but I didn’t care. 

“I want to get in your mind and open up Pandora's box. I want to watch you to see what you got,” his voice was laced with lust, so far gone he was spewing things that didn’t make sense. 

Without warning, my orgasm drowned me, pulling me down to the darkness that was Masked.Omens. I screamed my release into the palm of my hand, not wanting anyone to hear me. It didn’t matter because I craved more of him, his cock spearing me open while my fingers played with the edge of his mask, scratching my nails along the skin. 

Suddenly I felt empty when Masked.Omens stood tall in front of me, leaving me a wet mess between my legs, only for him to force me onto my knees. 

“Cover your breasts,” he ordered. 

Doing what he said, I placed the bandage over the brand before pulling down my tank top again. His gloved hands brushed the jacket off my shoulders, it pooling around me. 

“Push them up,” he grunted with a sharp nod to my breasts again. 

Once more doing what he said, I pushed them up so the top of them nearly spilled out of the top of my shirt and watched with pure elation as he gripped his cock. My gaze tracked every moment of his hand pumping up and down the length of him, taking notes of how he did it so I could remember what he liked. 

“Angel,” he grunted while nearly falling over, free hand gripping the edge of the cart of the ferris wheel while his other gripped so hard around his cock, I was sure he was hurting himself. 

It was at that moment I realized we started moving again, slowly descending back down. 

My mouth parted to speak but all came out was a moan of praise when I felt his warm cum shoot all over my chest, coating me in his seed. Eyes glimmered up at him with a smile playing on my lips; the red lipstick I wore undoubtedly smeared over my face due to the intensity of our kiss. 

His cock looked so pretty covered in his cum and I couldn’t wait any longer. All I wanted was a little taste. As his eyes were shut while he was catching his breath, I guided my mouth to the head of his cock, lapping up his arousal and humming in delight. 

“Fuck,” Masked.Omens shivered, holding my head in place for a moment before pulling me up to my feet. 

“Hey,” I protested but seized when I noticed a smidge of colorful ink on his neck thanks to his askew mask. 

Quickly adjusting his mask, he tucked his cock back into his briefs just in time for the ride to come to a halt, both of us back at the bottom safely. 

“Why won’t you let me see your face?” I questioned. 

“Get yourself cleaned up before someone sees. And remember to behave angel,” Masked.Omens spoke while zipping up my jacket to cover my cum covered chest. 

“Y/N! You rode it without me?!” 

Whirling around, I saw Meri on the other side of the gate that surrounded the ferris wheel. 

Holding up a finger in a “one second” motion, I went to turn back towards Masked.Omens only to realize I was alone in the cart. 

“How the fuck is he so fast with that?” I shook my head in disbelief, doing my best to ignore the stickiness not only on my chest but between my legs. 

NOAH

“I’m sorry. I must have misplaced my wallet,” the woman in front of me apologized while digging through her purse. 

The man behind the counter selling pretzels rolled his eyes as he waited for her to pull out the $10 it cost for those dried out pretzels. Anger festered low in my gut the longer I watched this man grow aggravated but also let his eyes linger on something that wasn’t his. 

She was mine. 

Pulling out the twenty dollars from my pocket, I reached around the woman to place it on the counter. “Make those two, please.” 

Those doe eyes peered up at me through those lashes and my heart stuttered in my chest but I did my best to not let her know how she continued to have this effect on me. I fucked her less than thirty minutes ago on the ferris wheel and one look at those lips had me hard all over again. 

“Oh, no. You don’t have to do that,” she tried to take back the $20 but the man behind the counter already placed it in the register and went to work on packaging up our pretzels. 

I shrugged while stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “Don’t worry about it. The pretzels here are pretty good, I wouldn’t want you to miss out.” 

She gave me a sheepish smile while holding her purse closer to her chest, making my cock twitch. “I’ve already had two.” 

When she giggled it made something flutter in my stomach, this feeling unknown to me. But what wasn’t unknown to me was the sense of satisfaction that ran through me when she didn’t realize who I was. To her, I was just another random man she met at this carnival. But to me, she was my angel. 

“How can I pay you back?” Y/N questioned while pulling the zipper up on the jacket when she caught me staring. 

Staring at the dried cum stain. My dried cum that marked her. 

Taking a bite from my own pretzel after the man handed them to us, I motioned for her to follow me out of line so we didn’t hold it up. 

“A drink?” I suggested, part of me hoping she declined. 

She knew who she belonged to. If she accepted my offer, I would have to punish her the next time Masked.Omens paid her a visit. 

“Quite forward aren't we?” Y/N winked, brushing away some salt that lingered on her lips. 

It took everything in me not to brush it away with my own lips. 

I ran my hand through the long strands of my hair and shrugged. “I like what I see.” 

A crimson hue covered her cheeks as she gazed down at her shoes. “I don’t even know your name.” 

“Noah.” 

Her eyes snapped up so fast I was worried for a moment that she had found out my name before this moment but settled my beating heart when I told myself that wasn’t possible. I covered my tracks well. 

“You do look like a Noah,” she noted with yet another heart stopping smile. 

Licking my lips, I nodded towards her. “This is the part where you tell me your name.” 

Her brows furrowed. “How do I know you won’t kill me?” 

It took everything in me not to give her a smug smile, knowing she asked me that same question yesterday. 

“You’re too pretty to kill,” I joked, finishing it off with a laugh to let her know I was in fact kidding. 

Partly. 

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, I watched as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, mewling over her decision. 

“I’m Y/N. And I’d love to get a drink, just not here. The alcohol selection here sucks.” 

“If you’re comfortable with it, I’ve got quite the selection back at my place,” I closed the distance between us, letting my fingers brush away the remaining hair from her face. 

I may have been a bit straight forward but I needed to see if she would take the bait. 

Those doe eyes met mine, tracking every movement of my tongue as his slowly glided over my bottom lip. 

Don’t say yes, angel. You don’t know me. If you say yes, there will be-.”

“Yeah, sure,” she nodded. “I’d love that.” 

Tossing the pretzel in the garbage with a bit of force, letting the anger rise momentarily, I extended an arm towards the parking lot. “After you, Y/N.”

With her a few steps ahead of me, I quickly pulled out my phone to send a text to Nicholas, marveling at the background on my phone for a few seconds. 

It was the picture I took of us in the forest that night of my birthday. 

Me: Can you set up the guest room quickly? I’m having a guest over. 

He texted back almost instantly. 

Nicholas Ruffilo: Your angel? 

Only responding with a thumbs up emoji, I pocketed my phone again and thought of all the ways Masked.Omens could punish Y/N for agreeing to go home with a man she just met.

Sooner or later, angel. You will learn. 

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Lips attacked my neck in feverish kisses and I ran my hands through the long strands of auburn hair. His moans sounded so pretty in my ear as I dragged my cunt up and down his thigh, closer to the euphoric bliss I craved. Masked.Omens is definitely going to kill you when he finds out about this. 

If he finds out. What he doesn't know won’t hurt him. Or me. 

WHEN he finds out. you idiot! He knows everything you do. He’s probably watching you right now through this guy’s window.

Ignoring the pestering voice inside my brain, I continued to press my clit against the material of his jeans, loving the way it felt. 

I didn’t expect to agree to this man’s invitation of coming back to his place for a drink, a way to repay him for buying my pretzel at the carnival. Yet one look into those ember eyes had me melting and agreeing by getting in the car with him. Masked.Omens wasn't anywhere in sight so I knew I was fine. We weren’t together, I could talk, kiss, and fuck whoever I wanted. His brand on my breast meant nothing. 

Once we arrived at the house, Noah had walked me up through the back staircase with a quiet muttering that his roommates were home and he didn’t want the hundred questions that usually followed when he brought someone home. His room was small and quiet with just a queen sized bed and a couch, where we currently were. To be frank, I didn’t care what he had. All I wanted were those lips on me. Which I had less than two minutes after we stepped into his room. 

“So pretty,” he mused in the crook of my neck. 

“Noah,” I moaned, exposing more of my neck for him. “It’s so good. I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” He teased, those colorful tattooed hands unzipping the front of my jacket, slowly. “Say my name when you come, baby. I want to hear it.” 

His hands slipped up my stomach underneath my shirt, until the tips of his fingers grazed over the bandage causing me to jump off his lap with a start. 

“Everything alright?” Noah questioned while looking up at me as he laid against the couch. 

Nodding rapidly, I adjusted my jacket, not wanting him to see the bandage. That was something I did not want to explain especially to someone as gorgeous as him. I finally found someone besides Masked.Omens that could make me feel alive with his gaze alone. This might be what I needed to finally kick him to the curb, move on with someone who didn’t get off stalking or carving me. 

“I just need to use the restroom,” I said while shifting on my feet. 

Noah adjusted himself on the couch, his cock pressing against his zipper and I tried so hard not to gawk at it. “Last door on the left.” 

Smiling a thank you, I curried out of the bedroom into the hallway. It was true I needed to pee but I also needed to scrub away the dry cum on my chest and make sure to hide the brand as best as I could. 

Too lost in my thoughts, I stepped through the second door on the left instead of the third and noticed I was in a bedroom. 

“Shit,” I cursed, ready to turn on my heels to leave when my eyes caught sight of something on the wall above the bed. 

A pair of black angel wings. 

Titling my head towards it, realizing the familiarity, I walked further into the room towards the desk that had three large computer screens. When I saw what was playing on the screens, I felt the soul leave my body. 

Six smaller screens on one of the large screens, all showing different angles of an apartment. 

My apartment. 

“What is this?” I muttered while looking at the other computer monitor that had a website of a bunch of different numbers I didn’t understand. 

A flash of yellow caught my attention and that's when I saw the two masks sitting on the desk, one of which had a modulator on the inside. Something that would change someone's voice. Then next to the keyboard was my wallet; the one I had lost earlier in the night at the carnival. After inspecting, everything was in place; my credit cards and license. The only thing that was missing was a $20 bill. 

“No,” my hands shook as I stepped away from everything. “No, no, no. This can’t be true.” 

I blinked away the burning of tears as they pricked in the corners of my eyes while I backed out of the room. My world titled on its axis, everything I thought I knew slapping me in the face with how wrong I’d been from the beginning. 

Back in the hallway, I took off in a sprint down the front staircase, parts of the house becoming familiar, telling me I’d been here before. 

A Halloween party. The night I first hooked up with Masked.Omens.

Not paying attention to the group of men that filled the living room, their boisterous voices at whatever they were watching faltered when they caught sight of me running out of the front door.

Tears filled my eyes as I wrapped the jacket tighter around my body, doing whatever I could to keep the chill from my bones. The soles of my shoes smacked through the puddles as the rain was an onslaught, barely being able to see through it. Thunder roared through the dark clouds making me jump slightly but I kept my pace quick, not daring to look back. I couldn’t risk it, I needed to keep moving. 

How could I have been so stupid? So fucking naive? 

I shouldn’t have trusted him, shouldn’t have gotten into bed with him. Every part of him was a lie and I was too drunk on the idea of what we had to notice. I let him get close to me, lay in my bed as we connected, and trusted my body to him. 

Only for everything to be a fucking lie. His name. His moniker. His entire get up was a fucking lie. 

Masked.Omens was Noah. 

Noah was Masked.Omens. 

Due to the storm, I couldn’t see where I was going and nearly tripped over a branch that had fallen from a nearby tree. I could tell I was walking on the sidewalk but since I was in an unfamiliar area, I had no idea I was getting home.

I’d been so lost in my thoughts and with the thunderous crackling from the sky, I hadn’t heard the footsteps as it ran up behind me, throwing a dark bag over my head to drag my flailing body away.

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Masked: Stalker!Noah Sebastian-Part One

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Pairings: Stalker!Noah Sebastian x Reader.

Warnings: this will be a very dark romance-inspired three parter, you have been warned. angst, fluff, language, stalking, breaking and entering, watching someone sleep, blood, some medical talk, a scene of someone receiving stitches, murder, torture, and smut which includes p in v, primal play, knife play, mask kink, chasing through words, consensual nonconsensual, oral with female and male receiving, fingering, possible anal play, edging,

Summary: Readers' sex live had been anything but exciting for years. Curiosity peeks when she stumbles upon a website where people sign up to meet strangers for a wild night of sex based on similar kinks. She meets a masked man that opened up her eyes to a world of different sexual kinks and when the night is over, she's ready to move on. The masked man, however, is not. One imprint of her on his skin is enough to make him obsessed. He'll do whatever he can to make sure she is his; whether she agrees or not.

Authors Note: as I mentioned, this is going to be very dark. So if any of the warnings are not for you, please don't read. I understand everyone has limits and that's okay! This will be a total of three parts that will be posted throughout the month of October! Part one is very tame but I promise part two and three will make up for it!

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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL OR HAPPENED.

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I gnawed ruthlessly on my bottom lip as I continued to stare at my laptop screen, wondering if what I was about to do was a good idea. Surely I had to be insane to even think of this. I should have ignored Missy, my coworker and fellow E.R nurse, as she rambled on about this website while we were at work yesterday. She rambled on about how she signed up for a wild night of sex with a random stranger, I blanched at how nonchalant she was about it. When I expressed my concerns about the safety of this website, Missy explained how everyone has to go through a background check and need to upload a copy of an STD test. Whoever created the website wanted everyone to be safe, in more ways than one. 

The topic of this conversation was brought up when I mentioned how it had been nearly six months since I last had sex. But it had been extremely difficult to find a man that could satisfy the needs I had. To which Missy told me about this site. She had met four different men from it and claimed it was some of the best sex she’s had. 

After I muttered a quick fuck it to myself, I was now sitting in the darkness of my living room as I put in my information on this dreaded website to hopefully find a sexual partner that matched my own wants and kinks. I thought I knew what I was into but clearly, after reading this checklist I needed to mark off, I realized there was more to sexual experiences than I thought. 

Mask kink? Definitely. 

Knife play? Sounds dangerous but I’ll try it. 

Primal play? Yes please. 

Wait, am I reading this right? Piss kink? I’m not one to kink shame but no thanks. 

Praise kink? Call me a good girl and I’ll be on my knees faster than you can count to two.

I spent the next few minutes filling out the questionnaire. I had to look up what somnophilia meant and after some deep consideration, I marked it as a yes, but with limits. 

Once my important documents were uploaded, I had to choose a safe word and a code word for when me and my partner would finally meet up. Safe word was mercy and our code word was the coyote's cry. 

“If I get murdered, I’m going to come back and haunt Missy for talking me into this.” I grumbled while sitting back on my couch as I waited for the match results to show up on my laptop. 

Even though the prospect of this was daunting, I desperately needed a night like this. Ever since I graduated highschool and started med school, I worked non stop until I was finally able to land my dream job working in one of the top hospitals in Los Angeles. My bosses could always count on me to get the nasty work done and stay extra hours if need be. I was always loyal and never took off unless I was sick; which was rare. I spent all of my younger years studying and never had the chance to express or find myself. Now at twenty six, I was determined to live my life how I wanted.

A loud ping from my laptop pulled me from my thoughts and I sucked in a breath at the message on screen. 

You’ve got a match!

With shaking fingers, I clicked on the message and was now staring at a profile of a man donned in a black ski mask with odd white symbols. His dark eyes pierced into my soul and I felt hot all over. I was pinned to my couch unable to move as I read over his very limited profile. Due to being anonymous on the site, names were forbidden so his profile name was Masked.Omen while mine was Dark.Angel. At the bottom of his profile showed everything he was into sexually and I couldn’t help but internally smirk when I realized we were into a lot of the same things; give or take a few things I hadn't heard of. 

One thing caught my attention and it was when and where we would be meeting. In two days at a halloween party. The address was listed and after doing some research, I found out it was on a secluded manor grounds, far away from the city I currently lived in. The size of the manor was triple the size of my apartment and I couldn’t help but wonder if he lived there. Along with where we were meeting was the details of our sexual excursion. 

Primal play. Get ready for a hunt.

“Wait,” I muttered while looking at the details even further. “Halloween Party? So there will be other people there?”

My heart rate picked up momentarily because how was I going to be able to spot this man out in a large group of people? How would we have sex with other people there? I did not choose “orgy” as an option. A threeway with another man? Sure. But not multiple partners. 

“What the fuck did I get myself into?” I groaned while snapping my laptop shut. 

I had two days to find a costume when Halloween was so close, meaning I had slim pickings. Tying up my hair into a claw clip, I slipped into my shoes and tossed my bag over my shoulder, the prospect of hooking up with a total stranger bringing a small smile to my lips. 

Was I a sick fuck for it? Possibly. But I didn’t care. I accepted that I was into the darker type of things years ago. I was never ashamed of it and I refused to let others shame me. But the sexual partners I had in the past couldn’t quite meet my needs. Of course, I wanted to go into this night with no high expectations because this masked.omen could very well be like every other guy I slept with. 

Boring and quiet. 

As I took down the steps of my apartment towards my car that was parked in the parking lot, I pulled out my phone to send a quick text to Missy. 

Me: If I get murdered because I took your advice and meet up with this stranger, I’m going to come back and haunt your ass. 

Missy: Oh, who did you match with?

Once I was settled in my car, I replied. 

Me: Masked.Omens. 

It was a few moments before Missy replied. 

Missy: No fucking way! 

Missy: I’ve seen his profile on that site for months but no one ever matched with him! I’m not going to lie, I’m low key jealous because his profile pic is so fucking hot. That mask? Sign me the fuck up. 

Missy: I can’t believe you got matched with him! No one has ever matched him. It’s so hard. Trust me, I’ve tried to rig the site so I can match with him. I have a few other friends who are on that site and they also never match with Masked.Omens. Much to their dismay.

Why did that little bit of information fill me with a sense of pride? 

Because you’re fucked up and you love the attention. 

Ignoring the voice inside of my head, I typed back to Missy. 

Me: Consider me a lucky gal. At least I’ll get murdered by a sought after masked man. 

Missy: I’ll tell everyone you went out with a bang. Literally. 

Rolling my eyes, I dropped my phone into the cup holder and pulled the car out of the parking spot, heading towards the nearest Spirit Halloween. 

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The bass of the music vibrated against my chest as I walked up the long driveway towards the dark estate. And not dark because of the moon up in the horizon. Dark from its exterior that was painted black. The only source of lights were spot lights scattered throughout the yard and the orange string lights wrapped around the four posts on the front porch. As I neared the front door, I adjusted the large black wings on my back and pulled at the short skirt, trying yet failing to cover my ass. 

As I suspected, the selection of costumes at Spirit Halloween was small. Either the dark angel costume I was currently wearing or a hot dog. 

The black corset was tight, a size too small, but it made my breasts look fantastic so I tried not to complain too much. The fishnets I wore were littered with gems, which would sparkle when they caught the light just right. Never being a heel type of woman, I decided on wearing my black combat boots. My long hair fell around my shoulders in waves and I was sporting a red smokey eye and blood red lipstick. I couldn’t help but stop and stare at my reflection for a few moments before leaving my apartment earlier which ended up making me late tonight. Masked.Omens and I were supposed to meet around 8 p.m. but it was nearing nine by the time I stepped through the front door of the packed house. Almost immediately my eyes caught sight of a large happy birthday banner on the banister of the staircase

We were able to send messages between the partners we match with on the site so I sent Masked.Omens a quick message as I got into my car earlier. 

Dark.Angel: Hi, sorry if this seems weird that I’m messaging you before we even have a chance to meet but I wanted to let you know I’m running late. Not sure if you care or not. Or if you’ll even be there tonight. For all I know, you probably haven’t been signed in on here for months and I’m coming to meet a ghost. Well, it wouldn’t make sense since you sent the meet up instructions. Unless it was already predetermined. 

Dark.Angel: Sorry I’m rambling. I’ll be there closer to nine. If you even still want to meet up after my insane message. 

Dark.Angel: I’ll be dressed as a dark angel. See you soon. Again, sorry.

I had a tendency to ramble on when I got nervous and I couldn’t help but worry I scared Masked.Omens away because he never replied. 

I saw a variety of different costumes as I pushed myself farther into the house. Couples were making out against the couches or the walls while groups  of people were playing a variety of different drinking games. Nerves ate away at my insides when the realization of exactly what I was here to do began to set in. For the last couple of days, I went back and forth with the reasonable part of my mind on if this was a good idea or not. I needed this; craved a night to let go and forget about the horrors I saw every day at work. Forget about the rough upbringing I had. Both of my parents gave up on me when I decided to go to medical school rather than take over the family restaurant. It wasn’t me, it wasn't what I wanted. They weren’t happy that I was twenty six and still not married and they didn’t have any grandchildren. 

Again, something I didn’t think I wanted. 

The pressure from my parents and med school the last eight years were enough to make anyone snap. So even though I was hesitant about tonight, it didn’t surprise me that I was here about to have sex with a stranger. I atleast knew my other sexual partners. 

The only thing I knew about Masked.Omens was the colors of his eyes; dark as the sky in a raging storm. And we had similar kinks. 

I felt burning gazes on my back as I stepped farther into the house, most gazes on my ass, and I did my best to ignore the inflating ego that was beginning to creep in. I always loved when the attention was on me but I was always collected about it. I never let it affect the way I treated myself or others. When I pushed my way into the kitchen, I made a direct line towards the large island that held all of the drinks. My eyes lingered over each of the bottles with my bottom lip caught between my teeth. I wasn’t much of a drinker, opting to have a glass of red wine every now and then, however with the nerves about tonight, I felt like filling my veins with some liquid courage. 

“Can I get you anything?” 

My gaze snapped up to a voice thick with an accent and felt my breath hitch at the sight of a man in front of me. He stood on the other side of the island, long hair pulled back into a low bun to showcase his black eyes. A nose ring glimmered in the low lights from the kitchen and the facial hair that covered his face was perfectly trimmed. 

“Uh,” I licked my dry lips. “What do you recommend? I usually drink wine so I’m not familiar with hard liquor.”

The man gave me a heart stopping smile before turning towards the fridge and pulled two bottles out. 

“Red or white?” He questioned. 

“Red please,” I smiled, watching as he poured the scarlet liquid into a glass he grabbed from one of the cabinets. 

When he handed the glass towards me, I noticed tattoos on his fingers. 

“Thank you,” I brought it to my lips and internally hummed at the delicious taste. 

“Are you meeting someone?” He asked while extending his hands across the edge of the counter, showcasing his muscles underneath the long sleeves of his sweater. 

I nearly choked on my drink. Did this man know who I was here to meet someone? Was he Masked.Omens? 

“Um, no-well, maybe. Yes?”

He let out a deep rumble of a laugh and it was then I noticed he wasn’t dressed in costume but I did say anything about it. 

“I’m Joakim.”

“Joakim?” I cringed at how bad I pronounced it and feared I offended him until his laughter was now a booming echo over the music. 

“You can call me Jolly,” he said with a bright smile. 

“Now if I mess that up then there’s something wrong with me,” I joked before taking a long sip of my wine. “I’m Y/N.” 

We chatted for a few moments before another man came up beside Jolly, smacking him on his shoulder. His hair was as dark as Jolly’s but it was falling around his shoulders. He had tattoos covering his arms and I noticed he also wasn’t dressed in a costume. 

“Did you guys not get the memo of a costume party?” I teased, setting down the empty glass on the counter. 

“Can’t you tell?” The new man spoke. “We’re dressed up as rockstars.” 

I smirked as Jolly filled my glass again. “Now that’s weak.” 

The man joined mine and Jolly’s conversation and I found out his name was Nicholas. They were best friends and lived here with their two other friends. I told them about how I was a nurse in the emergency department at the local hospital. It was an easy going conversation with both of them and with the second glass of wine finished, I felt myself loosen up. 

“Well, Y/N. I hope you have some fun tonight. I need to steal Jolly for a bit so we can deal with a couple that had a little too much to drink and they’ve locked themselves in the bathroom,” Nichols said. 

Giving them a small wave, I watched them leave the kitchen as I found myself alone; again. With a peek at the clock on the stove, I noticed it was nearing ten p.m, almost two hours after my original meet time with Masked.Omens and I was beginning to question if he really was here tonight. 

I could find someone and ask if they’d seen him here. 

A snort erupted from my throat when I realized how stupid that idea was. I didn’t know what this guy looked like beneath the mask and with the amount of guys I can count in this room alone who were donning a mask, the task of finding Masked.Omens was impossible. 

“I’m starting to think I was right,” I muttered to myself before drowning the rest of my wine. 

I was about to turn on my heels, ready to leave the party and forget about ever signing up on the website when I felt a strong hand at my side, gripping me. I went rigid in the unfamiliar grasp and just before my flight or fight kicked in, a distorted voice sounded in my ear. 

“The coyotes cry in the woods behind the house.”

My skin was set ablaze and my pussy clenched, knowing what those words meant. I tried to look over my shoulder at the man but leather fingers pushed my chin forward, forcing me to look out the patio doors towards the dark woods behind the house. It sounded like he used some kind of modulator to distort the way his voice sounded. 

I gulped as my voice came out weak. “How do I know it’s you?” 

Even though he said the code word, I couldn’t be too trusting especially with what we were about to do. 

“Don’t worry, angel. You’re not meeting a ghost. Fuck, you smell so good,” his lips grazed over my ears and my body shivered at not only his touch but the nickname. It was clear he read my messages to him earlier. Without a doubt, the man looming behind me was Masked.Omens. 

“I’ll give you a five minute headstart and when I find you, I’m going to fuck you so hard that your screams of pleasure are going to be drowned out by my cock snapping in and out of your tight cunt.”

Gone was the warmth at my back, a chill blanketing over me with his declaration of what he was going to do to me tonight. 

No. His promise. 

“And if I say no?” I retorted back while glancing over my shoulder towards him, seeing pink and plump lips through the mouth hole of the mask. 

A breathy chuckle tickled the back of my neck when he shifted his position. “This is what you signed up for. If you want an out, just say the safe word and you’re free to walk out the front door.” 

My silence was my answer. Even if I was scared shitless about what was to come, there was no way I was going to turn back now. I had one foot in the door, might as well drag the other inside. 

“Should we maybe go over some rules?” I asked, my voice giving way on how nervous I was. 

The man behind me let out a low rumble in his chest as his fingers dragged through the feathers of my wings. There was a long beat of silence and if he wasn’t ruffling my wings, I would have thought he left. 

“We already have a safe word. What other rules would you want?” His distorted voice made me shudder. 

I shrugged. “We also already know each other's limits, although you don’t have nearly enough as I do. I guess, once you catch me, that means this is done?” 

The man made a noise that sounded ruthless because of whatever he was using to distort his voice. 

“The game ends when either you say the safe word or when you’re screaming your release.”

Fuck. 

How has this man, this stranger, had such an effect on me? I had no idea what he looked like underneath that mask which should scare me. Instead, it was the complete opposite. I wanted his to ravage me in the dirt, fuck me until I could barley walk once we were done.

“Okay,” I breathed. 

“Five minutes until you’re choking on my cock,” soft teeth nipped at my neck before the warmth was gone from my back. 

Whirling around, I nearly choked on my breath when I saw a tall figure leaning against the far wall of the kitchen, next to Jolly and Nicholas. The man wore a mask, the same mask from his profile picture with the white symbols on the front of it. 

Masked.Omens. 

His body was hidden underneath a black jacket, black turtleneck, and black cargo pants. His left ankle was crossed over his right, showcasing the heavy boots he wore. 

I wonder if he’d let me kiss them or maybe step on my throat if I asked him. 

I shook my head at the very detailed intrusive thoughts. Clearly I’d gone so long without sex that my mind thought it was a societal norm to run my tongue along the leather soles of his boots or have them crush my windpipe. 

“You’re so fucked up,” I conversed with myself but then shrugged, realizing a long time ago how fucked up I truly was. 

Movement caught my attention away from his boots and I realized he’d been shaking something in his hand. 

A phone. With a timer. Counting down. 

3 minutes and 23 seconds. 

Shit. 

“Flap those wings, angel,” his distorted voice called over towards me in a sudden lull of music.

A moan caught in my throat as the realization that this was indeed happening. There was no turning back. I was about to have this man chase me through the woods and fuck me. 

You should run. Out the front door away from this man and never look back. 

Instead, I turned on my heels and ran out the back door towards the dense woods behind the house, my heart rate erratic with the upcoming evening I was about to endure. 

There was a chill in the air tonight, unlike the typical Los Angeles weather. The moon was up high in the sky, bathing the grass in a milky glow as my boots ran through it. My heart was jumping in my throat, making it difficult to breathe as my arms pumped up and down. The wings at my back flapped through the wind, almost like I was trying to take flight up into the air. 

Leaves and twigs snapped underneath my boots as I pushed through branches, running deeper into the woods. I didn’t have a timer running down but I knew that those three minutes surely had to be up. Taking a chance, I came to a halt in the middle of the woods to gather my surroundings. It was dark, only lit up from the moon above so it gave me limited light but I saw a large rock about five feet to my left. 

I lurched towards it but halted when I heard a twig snap in the darkness and immediately I fell to my knees as my heart jumped in my throat. My knees were cut up from the sharp jagged rocks I was kneeling on as I tried to move quietly as footsteps came closer. 

“Where are you?” came the distorted voice in a sing-song voice. 

I cursed myself when I couldn’t see his form through the trees and as I neared the large rock to hide behind, I reared my hand back with a hiss falling from my lips when I grabbed a piece of what looked like forgotten broken glass. Blood dripped down to my thigh as I held up my palm to inspect the large cut. It wasn’t deep but the nurse part of me knew that if I didn’t bandage this wound up soon, it would get infected. 

Pressing it to my chest, I crawled the last bit towards the rock, not caring how much noise I made just as long as I was hidden. Masked.Omens footsteps sounded far away and I let myself relax into the rock to catch my breath and I tried so hard to bite back the tears as my hand burned from the cut. 

“Is that blood I smell?” 

The growing distorted voice sounded way too close, making me jump as I clamped my good hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. My arousal outweighed my fear and I knew that my panties were wet from the chase. Primal play was one of my top fantasies and the fact that I was finally living it made my pussy clench. 

It was odd how quiet he sounded as he trekked through the woods, almost like he was weighless. His presence was like a ghost. I couldn’t see him in the darkness but I could feel his cold stare at the back of my neck. In the darkness, a hauntingly beautiful humming broke through the trees in the skyline. It was an eerie lullaby that pulled me under the waves, swallowing every part of me.

Ba dum, ba dum, ba dum dun da dun.

“You come and go in waves,” Masked.Omens distorted voice sang out, suddenly very, very close by. 

Tilting my head back, I glanced up at the sky and muffled my scream into my hand when I saw a pair of dark eyes staring down at me as he leaned over the top of the rock. 

“Found you,” his teeth sparkled in the low light of the moon and I scrambled to my feet in a scream, running away from him again. 

As I ran, low branches whacked me in my face as I did my best to dodge them but I could feel the wind brush against the small cuts on my cheeks. I expected to hear the wildlife scurrying away from me as I ran through their home but besides my heavy breathing and the crunching of the leaves beneath my feet, everything was silent. 

“Shit!” I shrieked when my ankle got caught at a vine hidden beneath some brush, nearly causing me to stumble over my feet. 

Thankfully I was always quick on my feet and I was able to pick up speed again, not falling flat on my face. Masked.Omens had been too quiet, I didn’t even feel his presence behind me anymore. The clearing of the woods was about six feet ahead of me and I could vaguely make out the lines of cars that were parked along the long driveway. 

If I continue to run in this direction, I would undoubtedly be seen by the people either leaving the party or arriving late. I needed to think of a new plan. Maybe I could quickly turn and run the other way without being-.

My body collided with a tree. No, not a tree but a wall of hard muscle and heat. Arms wrapped around me to keep me from falling and I looked up, being met with dark eyes beneath the mask. 

“Caught you, angel,” Masked.Omens gave me a wicked smile before kicking out my feet, knocking me on my ass. 

Before I could yell in protest for how hard I fell to the ground, he was on top of me in a flash, flicking something out of his pocket and it made me stiff. The glow of the moon glinted on the blade of a knife; a very sharp pocket knife. 

“Oh god,” I almost sobbed while scooting away from him, only for him to drag me back by my ankle.

I’m going to die. He uses the website as a way to find easy victims and here I was, about to die because I was desperate for a dick. 

“Shh,” he hushed me and shook the knife in front of my face. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have the first time I found you.” 

I pursed my lips, realizing he was right, but I still couldn't stop the way my heart lurched into my throat. Masked.Omens brushed his nose along my jawline, breathing me in. 

“I can smell you better when no one is around,” he groaned, pressing his hips into mine, keeping me locked in place on the dirty ground beneath me.

The hard line of his cock pushed against the inside of my thigh and my eyes widened when I felt how big he was. There was no way he’d fit inside of me, it would have to be a stretch. 

A hiss fell from my lips when the tip of the blade dragged down the swell of my breasts before it skimmed over the front of my corset. Masked.Omens eyes bled into the darkness of his mask as he titled his head down at me, his body heavy against mine as he continued to pin me down to the ground. 

I reached out towards his mask, a sudden desperation filling me wanting to see what he looked like beneath it. His large gloved hand shot out and pinned both of my hands above my head and the corner of his lip tilted up in a sly smirk. 

“You’re a desperate little whore, aren’t you?” His dark and distorted voice taunted me. 

“I just want to see your face,” I admitted with a shaky breath. 

Masked.Omens simply shook his head before ripping the sharp blade through my corset, it falling to the ground in a forgotten heap of material. My lips parted to protest but the blade was held to my neck, quickly silencing me. 

“Your tits are perfect,” he groaned while playing with my left tit with the hand that wasn't holding my hands above my head. 

My bottom lip was caught between my teeth as I arched my back off the ground, rocks digging into the calmly skin. Even with the cool air tonight, from the chase it made me break out in a sweat. I wasn’t the fittest and it showed with how I was trying to still catch my breath. With my work schedule, it kept me on my feet and active so the last thing I wanted to do most days when I got off was spend it in the gym.

At the thought of work, I wiggled my hands in his grasp when I remembered the wound on the inside of my palm. Something Masked.Omens noticed with the way my face cringed so he gently brought the injured palm up to his face, inspecting it. 

“What happened?”

I swallowed, feeling the shift in the air from sexual to concern. “Uh-while I was crawling away, I grabbed a piece of broken glass.” 

A slew of curses fell from his lips before he took the hem of his long shirt and ripped a long strip of it. With careful hands, he wrapped around the piece of shirt around the wound a few times before tying it off. My eyes watched with an unfamiliar feeling surging through my heart. It was supposed to be a quick hook up; one fuck and be done. But from the moment I felt his breath against my neck in the kitchen, it was as if the stars aligned and my soul began to vibrate. 

“I don’t think you need stitches but you’ll definitely need to wash it out to clean out any infection.” 

It was odd, hearing the concern in the distorted voice of his. 

I nodded. “I’m a nurse. I’ve got everything I need at home to clean it.” 

“Good,” gone was the concern in his voice and eyes, replaced with lust. “On your knees, angel.” 

Masked.Omens rose to his feet now towering over me and not wanting to disappoint, I rose to my knees then gaze up at him through my lashes. The wings on my back were skewed so he reached out and straightened them. 

“These stay on,” he motioned towards the dark wings. 

I couldn’t speak, the sight of him dressed in all black, seemingly blending into the darkness surrounding us stole all the words from me. There was a bright light from the back patio that broke through the trees, bathing us in a faint glimmer.

“Words. You need to use your words,” his leather clad fingers tapped my cheek. 

“Okay,” I cleared my throat, doing my best to keep my voice loud and strong. 

“Okay what?” His voice was even darker even with the distortion to it. 

My brows furrowed together as the confusion etched deep into my skin but when his hand gripped around my throat giving it a squeeze, I realized what he’d been looking for. 

“Okay sir,” I choked out as the air began leaving my lungs due to his tight grip. 

“Good girl,” he praised before dropping his hold on me to rip out the belt from his pants. 

He moved so quietly that if it wasn’t for the light on us I would have thought he left me here in the woods alone, topeless. My hands wrenched behind my back just underneath the edge of the wings, and I felt the tight bind of leather around my wrists. 

I let out a low hiss when his fingers gripped my scalp, yanking my head back and I noticed he held his phone in front of us, with the camera open. 

“Smile pretty for me, angel,” he ordered while resting his cheek against my own before taking two pictures and slipped his phone back into his pocket. 

Masked.Omens dragged his fingers over my shoulder down to my breasts as he walked back around in front of me. 

“I don’t know if I want to fuck these perfect tits or shove my cock down your throat.” 

For a brief moment, I could have sworn the distortion in his voice was gone and it was his normal voice that spoke into the night. 

All of a sudden, his grip was in my hair, yanking my head back so I could peer up at him. He radiated fear, dominance, and pure darkness. The kind that loomed in the corner of your bedroom while you slept, waiting to drag you down to the depths with him. I should be scared of him and the way he looked at me like he wanted to devour me but it was the opposite. I wanted to dive right into the darkness with him head first. 

A thumb brushed along my lip, smearing the lipstick all over my chin. “Open up for me, angel.” 

Not wanting to disappoint, I parted my lips for him as he worked open the button and zipper of his pants with the other hand, yanking out his erect cock from the waistband of his briefs. I couldn’t help but gawk at how thick it was. Red and angry from how long he had to wait for this. 

My tongue darted out to wet my lips but tasted leather instead. I realized his thumb was still brushing over my mouth. Wetness pooled in my panties as I wrapped my lips around his thumb, sucking it deep into my mouth. The leather of his glove left a weird aftertaste on my tongue but I didn’t let it stop me from gazing up at him as I continued to swirl around his thumb, mimicking what I wanted to do to his cock. 

The noise that rumbled from his chest was not of this earth as he pulled his thumb from my mouth with a loud pop and grasped his cock, giving himself a few pumps. 

“Since your mouth and hands are a bit preoccupied, if you need me to stop blink twice, alright?” 

It was weird how Masked.Omens was able to quickly shift from his dark side to this comforting side. We didn’t know each other but he still managed to care about me.

Get over yourself, Y/N. This is supposed to be a quick fuck. That’s it.

The head of his cock brushing against my lips snapped me from my thoughts and with an eagerness filling me, I let him sink his cock deep down my throat. Both of us let out a shared groan. 

“Your mouth is so fucking warm.” His voice with the modulator made my skin prickle as I did my best to take more of him. “Relax angel, open that throat for me.”

I was pretty skilled with oral so I was able to take a cock far down however his cock was by far the longest and thickest I’d ever taken so it was a bit of a struggle. I guided my tongue along his fast, pressing ever so lightly. Masked.Omens titled his head back in pleasure while his hands ran through the long strands of my hair, burying them deep. My scalp burned but in such a good way that my moan vibrated against him. 

“Shit,” he hissed when my teeth scraped along the head of his cock. 

Before I could give a look of an apology, afraid I hurt him, he forced my head farther onto his dick. 

“Do it again,” the distorted voice demanded. 

I did. I dug my teeth along the soft skin of his cock, up and down as he guided my head. Drool slipped from the corners of my mouth and tears burned in my eyes, undoubtedly making my mascara run down my face. I was sure my red lipstick stained him, especially when he shoved himself so far down his cock, I pressed my lips against the dark hairs that lined his pelvis. 

“I love the way your makeup runs down your face,” he cocked his head to the side, drinking me in. 

My eyes sparkled at his words so I thanked him by taking him even farther down my throat, choking on it. 

“An-angel,” he grunted, nearly stumbling over his words before he ripped me off of him with an echoing pop. 

I gulped in a deep breath just as he tossed me onto the ground on my stomach, sticks digging into my stomach and breasts. The sound of his pocket knife clicking open and then I felt my skirt falling away from me. 

“Did you just cut my skirt?” I asked, growing irritated that he kept cutting my clothes. 

Masked.Omens didn't say anything as he cut off the straps of the angel wings before setting it nicely beside us. His warm breath fanned over my spine as he traced it from the top to bottom with kisses. My hands were still bound with his belt and when I tried to ease away the stiffness, I brushed along his still wet cock from my saliva. Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was still dressed in his entire get up. 

Was he planning on being dressed the entire time? 

“Orange is your color,” he said while fingering the waistband of my thong. 

Right before he cut it away from me, leaving me completely naked in the dirty leaves, only wearing my fishnets and combat boots. In order to reach my pussy, he cut open a large hole into my fishnet stockings. 

“I fucking hate you,” I growled. 

He brushed the head of his cock against my very wet folds. “Are you sure about that?” 

I shook my head feverishly when he began to press inside slowly. It was previously mentioned on the website that both of us were STD free and I had a birth control implant. So it was up to us whether we wanted to use a condom or not. 

My spine stiffened when I felt cool metal replace his cock and when it pushed inside of me, I let out a strangled cry. 

“I want your tight cunt to fuck my knife. Understood?” His teeth grazed over the shell of my ear. 

“Yes sir,” I rasped. 

Again, I should be scared. Terrified even. But the idea of fucking something other than a dildo or a dick excited me. 

My walls clenched around the handle of the knife as he forced it in and out of me, slow at first so he could figure out a pace that worked best but then without warning, his pace picked up until he was roughly fucking me with the handle. I spat out dirt and leaves while letting out a cry of euphoria. The handle was smaller than a dick but with the force of it slamming in and out of me, it was just enough to light the fire low in my gut and made the base of my spine buzz with the familiar feeling. My orgasm was building like a tidal wave, ready to crash into the shore and taking whoever in its path. 

“I’m so close,” I panted as my body writhed underneath the weight of Masked.Omens as he leaned over me, still fucking me with the knife handle. 

“You’re so fucking wet, angel,” he groaned when he leaned back and gazed down at the knife settling in between my legs. 

“Don’t stop. Please,” I begged, whining when he pulled the knife out completely. 

I was then faced with its slick handle in front of me and I nearly gasped when I saw my arousal dripping from it onto the ground. 

“Lick it clean,” his gruff voice ordered me, still distorted by whatever modulator he was using. 

Why didn’t he want me to hear his actual voice? Was it part of his whole get up? 

“What if I cut myself?” I gave way to my worry if I licked it too far and sliced my tongue on the sharp blade. 

Masked.Omens brushed away the strands of hair full of dirt and leaves away from my face before I felt his warm breath against my cheek. 

“I’ll make sure you won’t,” the sincerity in his voice made something flutter low in my gut. 

My eyes flicked over to him as he leaned over my shoulder and gone was the darkness that lay inside of them. A light broke through and it was at that moment I noticed they were a mahogany color. All I could see was his eyes and lips where ginger hair peppered around them. That’s all I needed to know that he was breathtakingly gorgeous. 

Ever so slowly, he pressed the handle of the knife between my lips and I tasted the bittersweet taste of my arousal, humming in pleasure. 

“I bet you taste so fucking good,” Masked.Omens sighed, almost disappointed that he wasn’t able to taste me himself. 

I never said he couldn’t. 

Almost like he read my thoughts, he yanked the knife from my mouth and let it drop. His hands held my hips with a bruising force, halting me up slightly so my pussy was directly in line with those luscious lips. Since my hands were still bound behind my back, my body folded awkwardly but I dared not to complain, afraid that he would change his mind. 

“So pretty and wet, all for me,” he mused with a flick of his tongue over my clit. 

“Oh god,” I moaned, pressing my pussy closer to his mouth. 

I needed more of him. Desperately. 

A swift smack to my ass echoed in the woods causing me to cry out. “No god here, angel. Just you and me.”

All at once, his mouth devoured my pussy, tongue fucking me for a few beats before his teeth grazed over the overly sensitive bud of my clit. I was still throbbing from my almost earlier orgrasm so all it took was his face between my legs for a few seconds before my release rushed out of me with a howl of euphoria. I cried out while writing against his face, making his grip on my hips tighten as he licked and sucked me through my orgasm. 

“I fucking love the way you taste,” a gentle kiss to my over stimulated clit. 

I was breathless, ready to fall into a heap in the ground, but Masked.Omens had other plans. 

“I know we’re both clean and I know you’re on the implant,” a tender kiss to my back made me shiver. “I want to feel all of you. Are you alright with that?” 

All I could do was nod which didn’t seem to please him because he landed another smack to my ass. 

“Try that again,” he snarled. 

Oh, right. 

“Yes sir,” I squeaked out. 

“Good fucking girl,” he crooned before sinking himself deep inside of me. 

It was an adjustment to have him fit in between my walls. His cock was much larger than previous ones I’d taken and he had to pull himself out before sinking in slowly a few times until I was fully open for him. 

“You take my cock so well, angel. Like you were made for me,” he said while snapping his hips against my ass. 

The only noises that lingered in the air of the woods was our shared panting, skin on skin, and me writing in the crunchy leaves. Every time Masked.Omens would piston his cock into me, my body would shift up half an inch. He let out a low growl and wrapped an arm around my midsection. He hoisted us up so he was kneeling and I was speared open on his cock. The new angle made stars dance in the edge of my vision and I rested my head against his shoulder. I felt the rough material of his clothes scratch against the bareness of my back as he lifted me up and down on him. 

“I love the way you fuck,” Masked.Omens sank he teeth into my neck and I cried out. 

Suddenly, a cold bite of metal was pressed against the spot he bit down and I froze in his grasp.

“I need you to be quiet. I can’t have people hearing how pretty you sound,” he grunted when his cock swelled inside of me. 

He was close. 

With the knife pressed into my throat, I rolled my hips against him, trying to bring him closer to the edge because I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. The second he slipped himself inside of me, my second orgasm was building. I was so far gone in the aura of him, desperate for that release, I hadn’t realized the tip of the blade pressed a bit too hard into my skin, drawing the smallest of blood. 

Masked.Omens changed our position again, once more being face down on the ground as his entire body laid against my mine, his pace almost ruthless and erratic. A curse fell from his lips and then something soft brushed against my back. 

“I’m going to fill up that pretty little cunt, angel.” 

I was so far gone in my bliss, about to jump over the edge of desire, that I almost missed he’d taken off his mask and it was his true voice that was spoken into the skin of my shoulder. I lifted my head to try and get a peek at him but Masked.Omens let out a noise of disappointment and shoved my face into the ground, causing me to take in a mouth of dirt. 

But I didn’t care because my second orgasm of the night ripped me in half when the head of his cock hit that spot which made my vision blur. He pumped himself a few more times until his cock twitched just as he let out a low whine, coating the inside of my walls. 

“Best. Birthday. Ever,” his voice was muffled by my hair as he buried his face into it. 

We lay there for a long moment of silence, both of us trying to catch our breath, and when he pulled himself out of me I cringed at how empty I felt. His cum ran down the inside of my thighs and I rolled onto my back before sitting up. As I did, I realized he had slipped the mask back on and just finished tucking his cock back into his briefs. 

Silence fell between us as he glanced down at me once he rose to his feet. His eyes took in the discarded costume to my side and my naked form. Shaking out of his jacket, he handed it to me with a sheepish apology; back to the distortion in his voice. Whatever was causing the change in his voice was something he had in the mask. 

“Thank you,” I smiled while wrapping myself in the large jacket. It smelled like the woods, his cologne, and a hint of sex. 

He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his pants, the hint of orange peeking out. “I’m sorry about your clothes.” 

I shook him off while slowly rising to my feet, unsteady so he reached his hands out to help me. 

“It’s alright. It was a cheap costume so I’m not too connected to them,” I added a chuckle to assure him that it was fine. 

He blinked. “You’re make up is really fucked up.” 

Now I let out a thunderous laughter while buttoning up the jacket. I drowned in it, resting above my knees so I was thankful it hid everything. 

“If I’m being honest, I only came here for our fuck meet up. So tell whoever's birthday it is that I give them the biggest wishes and sorry I couldn’t stay.” 

“I’m sure he knows.” Masked.Omens nodded. 

Clearing my throat, I pointed behind him towards where the cars were parked. “I should-uh-go.” 

His gaze burned into me as he refused to step away, letting me walk past him. My skin was set ablaze again and the wetness between my legs was evident again. Only this time it was more because of both mine and his cum. 

“Shit,” he cursed, motioning to my neck. “I nicked you with the knife.” 

My fingers immediately shot up to my neck and when I pulled them away, I saw the barest dot of blood. 

“Oh, that’s nothing. I’m sure I’m not going to bleed out.” 

I tried to joke but he snatched out for my wrist, bringing my fingers to his mouth so he could suck off the blood. I watched in horror and slight arousal as his tongue lapped up the crimson. 

Add blood play to the kink list. 

“Stay safe, angel,” he gave a curt nod after he dropped my hand from his mouth and moved to the side. 

Blinking rapidly, I did my best to smile as I walked away from him with nothing but the remembrance of how he felt inside of me and the fire he brought into my life. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, he single handedly ruined sex for me with any other man. 

NOAH

I sat low in the chair in the corner of my bedroom with my glass filled with a dark amber liquid. I rarely drank anymore but after what I’d seen earlier, I needed something to ease away the anger. How could she do that to me? To us? Was I not enough for her? 

Cleary not since I found her in bed with another. 

My head snapped over towards my desk and the array of monitors that lined the wall, all showing different angles of her apartment. She wasn’t home, starting her twenty four hour shift at the hospital three hours ago. Which meant she would be out of her apartment for at least twenty hours, giving me plenty of time to plant the microphones. The cameras I had couldn’t pick up sound and after what I saw earlier, I needed to be able to hear everything. 

I dragged my eyes over towards the wall behind my headboard where the familiar sight of black angel wings were hung up. Memories of that night replayed on my mind in a loop, the way her pussy felt squeezing my cock, the way her eyes stared up at me filled with tears as I fucked her throat ruthlessley, and the sounds she made only for me. 

My pretty angel. 

Ever since that night two weeks ago, all I could think of was her. It was only supposed to be a night thing yet here I was, staring up at the fake angel wings of her costume and fingering the lacey orange thong I stole from her. None of my roommates knew I had them, so I washed it in my bathroom sink afraid they would find it in the laundry room and question it. 

I didn’t need them prying into my life, not now, because this was all new to me. In no means was I a good person. I’ve lied, cheated,  hurt and killed people that got in the way of rising to the top of my career. I grew OMENS from the ground up, becoming one of the most feared mob gangs in Los Angeles. To everyone on the outside, we were a financial company that helped rich people sort their money into offshore funds which were actually funneling a small percentage into a secret OMENS account. 

Illegal? Highly. Did we ever get caught? No and frankley, we never would. We knew what we were doing and it had been six years of this lifestyle. 

Finishing off my drink, I rose from my chair with a groan and set the empty glass onto my desk and watched the monitors with a careful eye. The perfectionist and neat freak in me scowled at the mess she left behind in her haste to leave for work tonight. Clothes scattered all over her bed and floor, unsure if they were clean or dirty. Plates over flowing in her sink and the feed of the cameras were so crisp, I could see the crumbs on her couch from when she stuffed her face with cookies earlier. 

“She really needed to eat healthier and be a bit tidier,” I grumbled under my breath.  

It was taking everything in me not to clean up after her when I sneak in later because it was too soon for her to realize I was there. The last two weeks were filled with me watching her on the cameras, following her as she ran her errands on her off Sunday’s, and tracking her movements on her phone’s GPS when I can’t be around. All because of one night of sex. 

Joakim and Nicholas dared me to sign up for that dreaded sex website months ago and I never once got a match. I had forgotten about having a profile until I received a notification that I finally got a match. While her profile was sparse on information, I knew that with our shared kinks and turns on, we were perfect for each other. I also knew the second I stepped foot into my kitchen, watching her talk with Joakim that she would hold my heart for the rest of my life. Her eyes shined as she talked with my best friends and her laughter pieced my heart. Fuck, that smile dragged me into her genuine beauty. 

The second my cock slipped inside of her, I wasn’t going to let her go. 

After she left that night, I scurried back into the house and up to my bedroom, ignoring everyone who was there to celebrate me and locked myself in my room. Within the hour, I had figured out who she was, where she lived, and where she worked. 

Y/N. 

Her name sounded so delightful when I moaned it as I spilled myself into her orange thong; hence why I washed it in my bathroom sink instead of the laundry room with my other dirty clothes. 

I snuck into her house two days after our night together to place the hidden cameras. I was so obsessed with her and the urge to see what she was doing every moment of her day was strong. I needed her to be mine, whether she wanted it or not. It might be hard for her to adjust in the beginning but eventually, Y/N will realize this is what she wants. 

Thanks to the cameras, I was able to see that the morning after she had her hand wrapped up and according to her medical records that I hacked into, Y/N had someone at the hospital she worked to stitch her up.

I've also watched her a few times shove that blue dildo so far up that tight cunt, she screamed out in pleasure. The only thing she was wearing was the jacket I gave her that night.

Also thanks to the cameras, I saw her in bed with another man, making my blood boil. How could she lay with another, after everything we went through that night together? Did she not feel the connection we shared? 

No one would ever come between Y/N and I. 

So while she was at work, I found out everything I needed about the guy, Andy. Tattooed, muscular, and a pain in my ass. I’d get rid of him before I head over to her apartment later. I couldn’t risk any more distractions for Y/N. I needed to be the one she thought about. My cock would be the only one that would slip between her folds. My mouth would be the only one that got to taste her arousal. 

There was a soft knock on my door causing me to click out of the feed from Y/N’s apartment and now, a bunch of emails from work and numbers from the stock market were displayed on my screens. 

“Come in,” I gruffed out while sitting on the edge of my desk and crossing my arms over my chest. 

Joakim walked into my room dressed in a black dress shirt and pants, his long hair pulled back into a low bun. I raised a brow at his attire but then suddenly remembered why he was so dressed up. 

“Fuck, we have that meeting with the Robertsons,” I groaned while pinching my eyes shut. 

“They’re meeting us at the office at six,” Joakim said. 

Grumbling under my breath, I knew that this meeting would take longer than necessary because it was the Roberstons. They wanted to know every single detail about where we were sending their money and what offshore accounts would be holding it.

“I have somewhere to be at seven,” I said while walking into my closet to swap out my white shirt that had wrinkled from the long day and slipped on a black turtleneck. My black pants were still fine, no need to change those. 

Joakim’s brows furrowed while he motioned towards the angel wings above my bed. “Does it have anything to do with that?” 

My upper lip curled up in a slight snarl. When my roommates saw the new decor the next morning, they grilled me on why out of everything I could hang above my bed I decided on a pair of black costume angel wings. I played it off pretty well since they knew I was into the darker side of decor. My black walls, the dark mahogany king size bed frame that had four bed posts with hidden hooks, for extracurricular activities. The matching color desk in front of the large floor to ceiling windows. I had a gray lounge couch in front of the black brick fireplace, which was currently roaring to life with heat. On the wall across the foot of my bed was a large mirror, again something I used for my extracurricular activities. The only ounce of bright colors I had in my bedroom was the burgundy bedspread. 

I let my eyes linger for a moment on the mask perched on my desk next to the monitors, the same mask I wore that night. Along with the wings, I had the mask displayed as a trophy. A way to remind me of everything that happened that night. The modulator that distorted my voice was still stitched in, something small enough that it wouldn’t bother me. 

Next to the black mask was a similar one, only in yellow with black symbols; the symbols of our company OMNS. 

Death. 

Peace. 

Mind. 

When I needed to talk to Y/N in my stalking, I would wear the black one. Yet, it never came to that. I never got close enough to talk to her so I opted in wearing the yellow mask for moments of me sneaking into her bedroom to plant the cameras. Whenever I would follow her in the streets, I couldn’t be seen like a mad man by wearing a mask in broad daylight with others around, so I wore my hood far over my dark eyes and made sure I put enough space between me and Y/N. 

“Noah?” 

My attention snapped over towards Joakim, who was waiting for my answer. 

“Is Nicholas and Folio coming with us?” I questioned while slipping into my back peacoat. 

Joakim nodded. “Nicholas is in the car already. Folio is trying to get his guest to leave.” 

I snorted, remembering his guest showing up in the middle of the night last night. All of us lived together and it wasn’t anything new if one of us brought home a guest. They never stayed more than a few hours. None of us wanted a relationship, all busy with our careers to even give the thought of marriage and family the light of day. 

Well, that was until Y/N came along. One literal taste of her and I knew she was mine. I hadn’t slept with anyone since that night, although I cannot say the same about her; which is why she needed to be punished. 

For weeks, I left little calling cards throughout her apartment; black petunia petals. At first, it scared her but the more I left, I could see that fear be replaced with curiosity. What started with her throwing them away in a haste turned into her compiling them into a crystal vase in the middle of her coffee table. 

As I grabbed my phone, I clicked on the screen to check the time and my cock swelled when I drank in the sight of my background; Y/N and I in the woods when her hands were bound behind her back and the blissed out look in her eyes as I stood behind her. I may have got the idea to take a picture like that from a Tik Tok but I wasn’t going to tell anyone that or I wasn’t going to let anyone see my picture either. 

With a sigh, I pocketed my phone and nodded to Joakim. “Let’s get going.”

Thirty hours later, I stood blanketed in darkness, the only light emanating from the salt lamp which rested on the end table. It bathed her face in a faint orange glow and my cock twitched beneath my pants. What was supposed to be a quick meeting with the Roberstons ended up being a six hour ordeal because they got a little too squirmy when we were explaining how we ran things in our business. As soon as they left, we had to retrace our steps with how everything went down in the meeting and had to cover our tracks with the offshore accounts in case they decided to do their own digging. The topic of if they were undercover FEDS posing as a married couple had been brought up by Folio which made us all worried. 

Taking some extra precaution, we all flew to our Texas office to make sure everything was running smoothly there. One of our good friends, Matt, ran things over there and we could always trust him to keep things hidden that needed to be. 

Even though I was busy dealing with all of that, it didn’t stop me from checking in on Y/N when I could. I had yet to find time to hack into the cameras of the hospital she worked at but according to the tracker in her phone, I saw that she was still at work. Until five hours ago when I was notified she had stepped into her living room. It was on the flight back home from Texas when I pulled out my phone to watch the camera feed and watched as she stepped into her bathroom, shutting the door behind her. That was the one room in her apartment where I didn't have a camera set up. I was fucked up but not that fucked up. She needed some privacy after all. There were two hours where I wasn’t able to watch her feed and it was killing me. 

As soon as we arrived back at the manor, I packed a bag and rushed over to Y/N’s apartment, where I was currently hiding in the darkness of her bedroom, watching her sleep. I’d been here only for a few minutes and my cock was already thick in my pants as I studied the way her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took. 

For weeks my thoughts had been plagued by Y/N and the soft moans that fell from her lips. I was desperate for her, I needed to feel her wrapped around my cock, milking it. 

As my dark eyes dragged down her exposed back when she rolled over, the sheet falling away from her, it was then that I noticed she was naked underneath her red sheets and rage filled me. This was a first for her, sleeping naked. I would know because I'd been watching her sleep for the last few weeks and she always wore an oversized shirt and cotton underwear. 

A soft click sounded over her snores and my eyes snapped over to the ensuite bathroom and now the rage was all-consuming as I watched some random man walk out wearing absolutely nothing as he slipped back into bed; her bed. 

My girl's bed. 

It wasn’t just any random man that slipped into bed with her. It was that tattooed asshole I saw before. 

Andy.

Scowling, I grasped the handle of the blade that was hiding in my pocket and ever so quietly, tip-toed towards Andy's side of the bed, ready to rid yet another obstacle in our path. 

You will be mine, angel. Whether you want it or not.

As I passed the mirror, I realized I was wearing my yellow mask and cursed to myself. I couldn’t risk speaking in my normal voice so I had to make sure to keep my mouth shut. 

Well, did it matter? This Andy fellow wouldn’t survive to point me out in a line up if I were to get caught. I snorted at that thought; I never got caught. 

Twirling the knife between my fingers, I cocked my head to the side and stared down at the man that was so close to falling into a deep slumber. That was until he felt my presence looming over him like a demon ready to possess him. Andy’s eyes snapped open, fear inking into black and before he could make a noise, I covered his mouth and nose with the soaked cloth with chloroform. 

From watching Y/N, I knew that she was a heavy sleeper especially after working her twenty four hour shifts. She could sleep through a tornado siren or even an earthquake that shook her apartment. 

Andy writhed in the sheets, kicking his feet and scratching at the black material of my jacket; all feeble attempts. Soon the light filtered from his eyes and that slumber he was desperate for earlier finally dragged him under. 

Y/N didn’t even move a muscle in the struggle of the man next to her. 

With Andy temporarily disposed of, I dragged him out of bed and let his body fall to the floor in a heap. I cringed with how loud the noise and stood breathless as I watched Y/N making sure she wouldn’t wake. She let out an obnoxious snore and rolled onto her back, exposing those perfect breasts to me. 

I let out a hushed groan when my cock pressed against the zipper of my pants and I palmed it, trying to ease away some of the pain of not being able to sink into her. I wanted to feel her clench around me again but there was an issue that needed to be dealt with. 

She looked so pretty, though. Her mouth parted slightly as she snored, hair a mess over her face, those perky and round tits that made my mouth water. I wanted to plunge my teeth deep into her nipples, marking her as mine. 

Maybe another day. 

Light as a feather, I leaned over the bed toward her awaiting lips and pressed mine over them. There was a hint of a fruity aftertaste from the Celsius drink she had at work and her lips were so soft. I couldn’t pull myself away from her as I deepened the kiss, guiding my tongue over hers. Even in her deep slumber, I swallowed the quiet moan she let out. Her tongue just began to mold against mine when I pulled away. I couldn’t risk her waking up; not now. 

Soon, angel. 

With a deep sigh, I pushed myself away from her to adjust my dick in my pants before glancing down at the heap of a body at my feet. There were two ways I could go about disposing of him; quick and clean or dirty and dark. 

With a sinister smile, I lifted up the body over my shoulder with a hushed groan. Andy may have seemed small but he was heavy like a boulder as I adjusted the sudden weight. My breath almost echoed in my mask as I gave one more longing glance towards Y/N as she lay oblivious to the masked man in her bedroom hauling away her precious little Andy. 

READER

The sound of my nails tapping on my phone screen echoed in the small break room as I sat laxed in one of the chairs. I was on hour twenty out of twenty four of my shift and after the hell that rained down tonight, I was ready to pull my hair out. A kid with a broken leg, an abused husband that swore on his life his wife wasn't the one abusing him but the signs were clear. But with no confirmation from him, we were at a standstill what to do legally. The worst of it tonight was a six car pile up that took up the majority of the night. It was constant trauma after trauma that each bay was filled. We had people waiting for rooms in the hallways. I was almost tempted to treat a patient at the receptionist desk so he didn’t bleed out all over the floor but thankfully the man with a rash was in and out of the room before I lost my medical license. 

Even with all the chaos from tonight, I was extremely grateful that we hadn’t lost anyone. A few close calls but we were able to save everyone. I still needed a moment to myself to let out a few tears, something I often did at work to steady  myself. I was one of the best E.R nurses in this hospital, some things still shook me to my core; more specifically the man with the large piece of glass sticking out of his chest. 

As soon as I stepped into the break room, I fished out my phone from my locker and sent a text to Andy. I hadn’t heard from him in a few days, after he left my apartment with a deep kiss on my lips while I slept. We’ve hooked up a few times in the past and the sex was good, great even. Although, it paled in comparison to the sex I had with Masked.Omens. No one has ever been able to light my body on fire with a simple touch or even a quick look from his dark eyes. My soul craved him in ways I never understood, it was as if we connected on a spiritual level that night. No matter how hard I tried to move on with other sexual partners, I often found myself comparing them to Masked.Omens. 

Blowing out a breath, I sent a text to Andy. 

Me: Hey, are you free tomorrow night? It’s been a hell of a week and I need to blow off some steam. 

Like the other texts I sent him, this one went ignored. He always had his read receipts on but the last four texts from the last couple of days were still at the delivered status. 

Checking my watch, I realized I had about five minutes left in my break so with a shrug of fuck it, I pulled up the same sex webiste I signed up for the night with Masked.Omens. Since I was already signed up, all I had to do was recheck my kink options to make sure if anything changed; it hadn’t. So once everything looked good, I clicked on the green match button and silently prayed to whatever God was out there that I would be matched with Masked.Omens again. 

“Damn,” I muttered as my heart dropped when I noticed that I wasn’t matched with him but with someone else. 

Glorious.Muscles. 

I let out a shuddering groan at not only the name but his profile picture. It was a typical blonde hair, blue eyed, man that radiated ‘small dick’ energy and I knew that this night of sex would be a two pumps and done kind of night. 

For a brief moment, I thought about maybe sending a message to Masked.Omens to see if he wanted to hook up instead. At least I knew he would be able to get me off, something I had a feeling Glorious.Muscles couldn’t achieve. 

Do you want to come across as an obsessive stalker? Masked.Omens will probably think you’re crazy for randomly messaging him for sex. 

Rolling my eyes at my thought, I tossed my phone back into my locker with a bit more force than necessary and dragged my feet back to work. 

Three hours later, I was forcing myself through the door of my apartment after a brutal shift, ready to take a shower and fall into my bed full of blankets. I had the next forty eight hours off which I planned on spending it in bed with junk food and trashy television. Yet, I came to a sudden halt in the middle of my kitchen when I took in a horrifying sight in front of me. 

Black petunia petals were scattered all over the floor and candles lining my kitchen counter were lit. It seemed like they were burning for quite some time because the wax was dripping down onto the marble counter. 

That was going to be a bitch to clean. 

I dropped my bags as fear iced my bones yet sweat gathered at the back of my neck when I noticed a piece of paper taped to the screen of my computer on my desk in the far corner of my apartment.

“What the fuck?” I muttered while slowly walking towards the note, not bothering to step over the petunia petals. 

My favorite flower. 

My fingers shook as I crinkled the paper between them after I ripped it off of the screen. 

My sweet cloud, 

I hope you didn’t forget who you belonged to. No man will ever come between us, not again. I wanted to leave you something to remember me by since it seems like you forget. 

I’ll be seeing you soon. 

O.

Letting out a shuddering breath, I dropped the note to the ground, not caring to watch it flutter into the petals, when I saw something else on the desk; something very familiar. 

Andy’s chain and lock necklace, covered in dry blood. 

Next to that was a print out of the sex website with the match of me and Glorious.Muscles. 

For weeks, I had the feeling someone was following me in the darkness only to see now one there. Not to mention, the black petunias weren’t anything new. This was something I’d grown used to, even started collecting them in the vase on my coffee table. It should scare me that someone was obviously stalking me and leaving me things yet I found it intriguing. I couldn’t stop thinking of all the possibilities on who it could be. 

I thought it was Andy at first, giving into the roleplay ideas I’d brought up one night but with his bloody necklace clenched in my hands, I knew I was so fucking wrong. 

Yanking out my phone from my coat pocket, I quickly dialed Andy’s number and prayed to a god I didn’t believe in that he would answer. My spine stiffened, pure ice filling my veins, when I heard ringing in my apartment; loud and grating on my ears. 

“No,” I sobbed when the ringing stopped in my apartment, only for Andy’s voicemail to pick up. 

“Oh, what’s the matter, angel? Did someone clip your wings?” A familiar distorted voice breathed against the shell of my ear. 

[succumbtothenightmare]

The Ties That Bind Us: One

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•Parings• Noah Sebastian x Soulmate!Reader.

•Word Count• 2,268

•Warnings• fluff, language, talks of death/sickness, angst, depression, dark thoughts, soft!Noah, smut that will include unprotected p in v, oral with both male and female receiving, hand jobs, and fingering. Pretty tame smut in this.

•Summary• Growing up, Noah’s grandparents told him the story of why everyone wore a red tie around their wrists and while theirs glowed while his didn’t.

“Yours will glow when you meet your soulmate, Noah.”

When someone moves in next door and catches Noah’s eyes immediately, he sees the red tie around her wrist glowing only to see his remains red. Convinced she’s not his soulmate, Noah tries hard to stay away from her yet small moments between them start to blossom. So much so, he can’t ignore the tie that binds them together

•Authors Note• As I previously stated, even though this is a "reader insert", there will be moments I describe the reader because it pertains to the story. I'm not quite sure how many chapters this will be, I'm thinking around ten but it could change. I'm also sorry this chapter seems very short, but I figured it doesn't need to be super long with an introductory chapter.

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NOAH

Growing up, my grandma would always tell me the same thing whenever I asked her about the weird red tie around my wrist. 

“An invisible red thread connects those destined to be together, regardless of time, place or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but will never break.”

When I asked her why hers and my grandpa’s glowed the same color, her answer was simple. 

“We’re both soulmates. Destined to be with each other.”

I always thought the idea of soulmates was a bunch of bullshit people told to make up reasons why we all were born with these ties. I spent many hours trying to cut or rip it off but it wouldn’t budge. My grandma’s words echoing in my head once again. 

“The only way to remove a bind is with death.”  

The soft breeze filtered through my hair as I adjusted the beanie over my head, opening the door wider so my guest could leave. Yet while I stood on the front porch waiting for her to stop talking with Michael, I messed with the red bind around my wrist like I typically did. I’d been expecting to see it glow for the last few years once I reached the age of twenty one yet here I was at twenty four with the still same red bind around my wrist. 

“So, can I call you?” 

Snapping my eyes away from my wrist to the woman in front of me, her bind also red, I gave her a curt nod. “Sure, I guess.” 

I didn’t miss the way her smile faltered with my words and when she crossed her arms over her chest, I suddenly regretted not trying to be a bit more upbeat. It’s not like she was some stranger, she’d come over a few times before but it was never serious. I didn’t even remember her name most of the time which might have been wrong on my end but like I said, it wasn’t ever serious. Just someone to call when the nights were lonely. 

Wow, I sounded like a real asshole. 

“Maybe we can get coffee tomorrow?” I suggested while stuffing my hands deep into the pocket of my sweats. 

Whatever her name was smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “I would really love that, Noah.” 

Fuck. She said my name which means now I have to say her name. It's the respectful thing to do. 

I rubbed the back of my neck, long strands of hair tangled between my fingers. “Uh, yeah. Same here, uh-.” 

When I trailed off, unable to remember her fucking name, her lip snarled and threw her shoulder over her shoulder, bounding down the front steps. 

“You know what, don’t call me. I’m busy for the foreseeable future!” She called back, making sure to slam the door to her car as she sat inside. 

Shrugging, I didn’t bother to watch her peel out of the driveway and turned on my heels to head back inside when a commotion to my left made me pause. The house next door had been vacant for a few months now so when I saw a large moving truck parked in the driveway. With furrowed brows, I took a few steps closer to the edge of the front porch, the side closest to this house, and watched as someone walked up the ramp into the back of the truck. 

“New neighbors.” Jesse appeared next to me almost out of thin air, taking a rather large bite of his apple. 

“Since when?” I asked, giving him my attention now. 

He tapped my shoulder with the hand that didn’t hold the apple. “Since this morning. Someone was a bit preoccupied to notice.” 

Rolling my eyes, I flipped him the bird and gazed back towards the moving van, expecting to see a group of guys like ourselves emerge from the back of the truck. So when I saw a female figure walk out carrying a large box, my breath caught in my throat. The way her hair cascaded over her shoulders and how a soft melody seemed to echo in the wind over towards me; her singing some unknown tune. 

My eyes tracked every movement of her when she walked through the front door of the house. She was gone for less than a few minutes but the entire time, my heart beat wildly in my chest. It was something Jesse noticed but didn’t bother to tease because with a wave, he disappeared back into the house leaving me alone again on the porch.

The sunset had broken over the horizon, painting the grass in a glow of oranges and slight pinks. It all paled in comparison to the brightness that radiated from the woman next door as she stepped back out, pausing for a moment to roll up the sleeves of her sweater. 

“Shit,” I muttered when I saw the band on her left wrist vivid with a glow. 

Holding my breath, I yanked up the sleeve of my shirt hoping to see my own band glowing but felt my stomach drop when it was still that stupid red color. It was foolish to think that this gorgeous woman who moved in next door would randomly be my soulmate. Things didn’t work out that easy for me. I’d been dealt a shit hand in life so I should have figured that this wouldn't be any different. 

My soulmate isn't out there. I should learn to accept it. 

“Excuse me?” 

I whipped my head up from my wrist over towards the house next door, giving a very awkward wave to her. 

“H-hi,” my voice shook, showing my nerves. 

She gave me a warm smile nonetheless. “I’m sorry if this is weird but do you know when garbage day is? I’ve got stacks on stacks of boxes that are taking over my garage.” 

Her giggle danced in the air over towards me, wrapping itself around my heart, and I had to tell myself not to get attached by her damn laugh. If her bind was glowing while mine wasn't, that only meant one thing. 

“Uh, Thursdays,” I said after clearing my throat. “Recycling is every other week.” 

“Thank you,” she beamed with a tired smile. “We just moved in and the relator failed to mention that.” 

Stuffing my shaking hands in the pockets of my sweats, I did my best to not let her realize how the way she was looking at me affected me. 

“Well, if you need help or more tips on the neighborhood, I’m your guy,” I said with a lopsided smile. 

Even from the distance between us, I could still see her brow peak while she crossed her arms. “That’s very nice of you, thank you. But I don’t even know your name.” 

“It’s Noah.” 

Very briefly, the bind around her wrist flickered which didn’t seem to phase her because she gave me a curt nod. “Well, Noah, it's nice to meet you. I’m Y/N, your new neighbor.” 

I leaned against the fence that surrounded my porch. “Welcome to the neighborhood, Y/N.” 

Both of us stood frozen for a few beats, staring at one another, and as I felt an urge to ask her something, someone exiting the house made my body go rigid. 

“Love?” He called out towards Y/N, resting a hand on the frame of the door. “Do you need any help?” 

All it took was once glance at the man's wrist to see the matching glow with Y/N’s, indicating what I already knew. 

She had found her soulmate. 

You met her less than two minutes ago, idiot. Stop being so heartbroken. 

“What are you doing, Eric?” She nearly rushed over to him. “I told you I would bring in the rest of the boxes. You should be taking it easy.” 

Feeling suddenly out of place, I pushed myself off of the porch and dragged my feet back inside, doing my best to ignore the way I had once again got my hopes up for this soulmate bullshit. 

READER

“Are you alright?” I asked Eric, slowly helping him back into the house and over to the couch. 

Even though we moved in this morning, we had a moving company bring all of our heavy furniture a few days ago and set it up. Anything to help take the load off of Eric and I since it was me that did most of the packing and unpacking. 

He playfully pushed me away and sat on the couch himself. “I’m fine, Y/N. I just wanted to make sure you were still doing fine unloading the truck. It needs to be back by 8 tonight.” 

I nodded while throwing the blanket over his lap and quickly adjusting the black beanie on his head that came askew. “I have three more boxes to bring in. Will you be fine alone while I take the truck back? I can call someone to come stay with you.”

This caused Eric to raise a brow. “Who? We don’t know anyone here.” 

Right. Nearly forgot that. 

“But I’ll be fine. I already told you I can take care of myself for a bit. It’s mostly when you’re gone for the entire day that it gets rough.” 

Guilt filled my veins for a number of reasons so instead of unpacking the rest of the truck, I sat on the couch next to him, wrapping my arms around his midsection to feel his familiar warmth spread to me. I traced the various tattoos on his arms with my gaze, burning them into my memory so I could never forget the way they looked. 

The way he looked. 

“Your mustache is getting long,” I giggled while glancing up at him. 

With everything going on in our lives the last few weeks, Eric had basically forgot the upkeep to his mustache. Not that I ever complained though, I loved how that was the only facial hair he kept. 

“I know how much you love it,” he winked and pressed a weak kiss to my forehead. 

We laid there for a moment on the couch, enjoying each other's presence in our new yet quiet home. Things would be different here, they had to be. We gave up a lot to move to this city because of the opportunities that awaited us. 

“I met more of the neighbors,” I spoke after some silence. 

“Yeah?” Eric asked, running his tattooed fingers up and down my arm. 

“Noah. He told me trash days are on Thursdays. Recycling every other week.” 

He hummed. “Is that the one who always seems to be eating some sort of fruit?” 

I giggled while playfully smacking his chest. “No, that’s Jesse. He’s the one that recommended this great taco truck a few blocks down. I was thinking maybe I grab some on the way back from dropping off the truck. Our car is at the UHAUL place so I’d drive it home.” 

“Home,” Eric repeated the word. “I never thought we’d call California home. I thought we’d be stuck in Ohio forever.” 

Tucking my legs underneath me on the couch, I buried my face deeper into Eric’s sweater desperate to have his scent tattooed into my skin. 

“We had to move though, Eric. The cancer units here are far better than Ohio,” I reminded him, doing my best to not cry. 

I’d spent the last couple of months crying because of not only Eric’s cancer coming back but the news of this time, the chemo might not stop it from spreading. We refused to give up hope so one of Eric’s doctors recommended a program out here in California that was testing some new age chemo, one that possibly could help Eric's type of cancer. 

“Which reminds me,” Eric sighed. “My chemotherapy appointment has been moved up to 8 a.m tomorrow. Is that alright?” 

Blinking away the tears, I nodded with a long sigh. “With my new job, I can work from home and clock in wheenver just as long as I work a full eight hours.” 

His tender touch lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his brown eyes; ones that had lost their light over time. 

“I hope that you remember days like this, both of us sitting here together when you're living somewhere new. These things were never clearer in my head especially when peace was in our home and needs were met. Before my cancer.” 

“Eric,” I choked out. “Please don’t talk like you’re already gone. You’re still here, in my arms. We need to focus on that.” 

Reluctantly, he nodded, knowing that he wouldn’t win this fight. It was one we had often, him trying to tell me not to dwell on his death for long if it came. He wanted me to be happy. But the glowing binds on our wrists for each other gave me hope that Eric would overcome this, like he had before. 

Forgetting about the boxes that needed to be unpacked, I let my eyes flutter shut with the sounds of Eric’s soft snores pulling me down to a slumber that my body had been craving. I couldn’t help but wonder of all the new opportunities we’d find here and possibly new friends as I thought of my neighbors, ones that seemed to be somewhat friendly. Especially the one with the longer hair out of the bunch. 

Noah. 

Exhaustion had taken both Eric and I, us falling asleep in each other's arms on the couch. Neither of us noticed our red binds flickering like a home losing its power in a raging thunderstorm.