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Pairing: Yandere!Toji× F!Reader [Modern AU]
Genre: Dark fiction, Psychological horror, Yandere, Thriller, Non-con, Possessive obsession
Word Count: 7.1k
⚠️ Content Warning:
This story contains extremely dark and potentially disturbing themes, including:
Non-consensual sexual content, Dubious consent, Psychological manipulation, Stalking, Captivity and restraint, Violence, Blood and gore, Weapon threats, Physical abuse, Forced intimidation, Trauma responses, Fear-based coercion, Murder references, Graphic sexual content, Obsessive and possessive behavior, Disturbing power dynamics, Emotional distress, Isolation, Yandere themes.
Please DO NOT read if you are sensitive to these subjects.
🚫 IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER:
This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences capable of separating fantasy from reality. The behaviors and dynamics portrayed in this story are not healthy, romantic ideals and should not be normalized in real life. This piece is written purely for horror, psychological tension, and dark fictional storytelling purposes.
Inspired by the atmosphere and setting of the game Fears to Fathom: Ironbark Lookout. (I LOVE THAT GAME RAAAHHH)
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The job was simple.
At least, that’s what they told you.
Stay at the Ironbark fire lookout tower for a month, monitor the weather conditions, send daily reports, and contact the station immediately if anything unusual happened around the forest area.
Temporary work until they found a better replacement and easier approach for the place—whatever that meant.
You hadn’t even planned on accepting it at first.
A lonely tower in the middle of nowhere surrounded by endless forest didn’t exactly sound appealing, especially when the nearest town sat almost an hour away.
But after hearing the payment amount—and the promise of bigger opportunities afterward—you eventually gave in.
Double pay for one month…. couldn’t be that bad, right?
So now here you were…
Standing on the small wooden balcony outside the tower with a warm cup of coffee resting between your hands while the cold afternoon wind brushed against your face.
The view was honestly beautiful.
Tall pine trees stretched endlessly beneath the tower, their dark green tops moving gently with the wind while distant mountains sat beneath the cloudy sky. Everything felt so quiet up here. Peaceful.
The city could never compare to this.
Though… the tower itself looked a little rough around the edges.
The wooden walls creaked whenever the wind hit too hard, and some parts inside clearly hadn’t been renovated in years. Still, for the amount they were paying you, it felt worth it anyway.
The old radio sat near the window beside your desk, its dull metal surface glowing faintly beneath the small green lights blinking across the panel. Half the buttons looked worn out from years of use.
A loud crackle suddenly buzzed through the speaker, making you glance over instinctively before a man’s voice pushed through the static.
“Tower Four, do you copy?”
You quickly reached for the microphone beside it. “Yeah, I copy…”
The call was short. Mostly reminders:
“Everything going alright up there?” the man from the station asked through the phone.
“Yeah…” you answered, leaning against the balcony railing. “Still trying to figure out half the equipment though.”
A quiet chuckle came from the other side. “You’ll get used to it. First day’s always annoying.”
You hummed absentmindedly, staring out at the endless forest below.
“Oh, and one more thing,” he added after a moment. “There’s a chance local police might stop by the tower sometime this week.”
Your brows furrowed slightly. “Police?”
“Routine checks. We’ve had a few incidents around the forest area lately, so they occasionally patrol near the lookout towers too.”
Papers shuffled faintly in the background before he continued, “If someone comes by, just show them your work ID and cooperate normally.”
Simple enough.
“Uhm okay,” you replied easily.
“And make sure the doors stay locked after dark.”
The sudden seriousness in his tone made you pause for a second before brushing it off. “Uh… ofcourse.”
“Good.” His voice relaxed again. “You’ll submit today’s weather report before six, right?”
“Yeah, though it might take longer,” you admitted. “Still trying to understand this whole thing…”
Another small laugh.
“Fair enough. Just send it whenever you’re done.”
—Beep—
The call ended soon after.
Later, you headed back inside the tower and got to work.
Checking temperatures. Wind speed. Humidity. Visibility.
At first, the equipment looked confusing as hell, forcing you to reread the instructions more than once before finally understanding what you were doing.
By the time you finished organizing everything and submitting the report to the station, almost two hours had already passed.
Well…
First day. Mistakes happened.
Afterward, you made yourself something quick to eat before slowly making your way around the tower one last time, checking the locked windows and wooden door out of habit.
The forest outside had already grown darker by then. Too dark.
Pushing the uncomfortable feeling aside, you turned off the lights and headed to bed soon after.
Day one completed.
—
—Day 2—
You had been sent out to check the nearby area for any signs of fire, smoke, illegal camping, or anything suspicious around the forest.
Which honestly sounded way easier on paper.
It had been around fifteen minutes since you left the tower, walking through the narrow dirt trail while making sure the lookout tower stayed somewhere within your sight at all times.
Because no way in hell were you going deeper than necessary. They weren’t paying you enough for that.
It’s not like someone was secretly watching to see whether you were slacking off anyway. The thought made you snort quietly to yourself. Proudly, even.
Your steps slowed after a while upon noticing two separate paths ahead.
“…Eh?” You paused, looking around the area carefully.
Did you walk too far?
Turning back quickly, you let out a small relieved sigh after spotting the tower still visible between the trees.
Okay… good enough.
Your gaze shifted back toward the two paths again.
One trail looked almost untouched, hidden beneath overgrown bushes and thick trees as if nobody had stepped there in years. The other path looked slightly clearer, though still creepy enough to make your stomach tighten.
You stood there thinking for a solid minute. Then another. Before eventually turning around with a low amused chuckle.
“Who said I was going anyway?” Yeah. Absolutely not.
You were already about to head back when sudden rustling noises came from the bushes nearby.
Your entire body froze instantly.
“Oh… Hell nah...” You didn’t even bother checking what it was. Could’ve been an animal. Could’ve been a person. Didn’t matter.
You turned around and immediately started speed-walking back toward the tower before eventually breaking into a full run by the time the wooden structure came closer into view.
By the time you got back inside the cabin, your breathing had turned uneven. The silence inside somehow felt worse now.
The radio suddenly buzzed, Static filled the small room before a familiar voice pushed through the noise.
“New one, Do you copy?”
You nearly jumped before quickly answering it. “Yes.. what's up?”
“Hey,” the familiar station worker spoke casually from the other side. “Have you checked the area yet?”
You wiped sweat from your forehead while trying to calm your breathing. “Uh Yeah.”
“See any smoke? Fires? Campers around there?”
A brief pause.
“…Nope,” you answered confidently despite not checking shit properly.
“Alright then. Just submit today’s weather report before nighttime. And check the surrounding area again tomorrow too.”
“No!” The answer came out so fast that even you blinked in surprise.
“…No?” the man repeated slowly.
You immediately straightened. “I mean—not no, just…” You rubbed your face tiredly. “It’s kinda weird around here.”
The line stayed quiet for a moment before the man sighed softly.
“That’s normal.”
You frowned slightly.
“Most people get uneasy their first week up there,” he continued. “You’re alone in the middle of the forest. Your brain starts making every little sound feel bigger than it is.”
You stayed quiet.
“You’ll get used to it,” he reassured calmly. “Give it time. Eventually all this becomes normal.” After saying a few more things meant to comfort you, the call eventually ended.
You stared at the screen for a second before slowly lowering it—already regretting taking this job on the second day.
—
The next few days went… okay enough. Nothing really happened.
You stayed inside the tower most of the time, checking the weather, sending reports back to the station, eating whatever quick meals you could make, then sleeping only to repeat the same thing again the next day. It was repetitive. Boring even…
At some point, it genuinely started feeling like you were slowly losing your mind out here. The only voices you had heard in almost a week were your own during calls with the station workers.
And the forest… Well. That thing never shut up.
Wind moving through trees. Leaves rustling. Branches creaking at night. Sometimes footsteps that were probably animals… Sometimes sounds you couldn’t even explain at all…
Still, the sixth day eventually came. And the weather had gotten way worse.
Rain had been pouring nonstop since midnight, slamming hard against the tower walls and windows loud enough to keep you awake half the night. Which honestly annoyed you more than anything because yesterday’s report predicted clear weather for today.
Yet here you were. Curled beneath the thin blanket on your bed with a tired sigh while rain hammered endlessly outside.
The tower door was locked. Only one window remained slightly open behind your bed to let some air in.
3:37 PM.
But the sky looked almost black from the heavy storm clouds covering everything.
You felt weirdly sleepy. Too sleepy. Your eyes had barely started drifting shut when—Creak.
A sound… Outside. Footsteps…?
You froze beneath the blanket without moving an inch. For almost a full minute, you stayed completely still, waiting to hear it again. But nothing came. Only rain. Maybe you imagined it.
Slowly, you turned your head toward the open window behind you and carefully peeked through it, but the angle blocked most of the outside view. All you could really see were blurry trees moving violently in the storm.
And honestly?
You didn’t have the courage to open the door and check properly. Whatever it was, you wanted no part in it.
When suddenly the radio crackled beside you, nearly making you jump.
“Do you copy?”
You quickly sat up, clearing your throat. “Y-Yeah,” you answered, “What’s up?”
“Remember the patrol we mentioned earlier this week?”
Your brows furrowed slightly.
“They might arrive later than expected because of the rain,” the man continued through the static. “Just stay alert tonight, alright? And copy down their details once they check in.”
Right… The police patrol thing.
“Okay,” you replied before the call ended shortly after.
You relaxed with a soft sigh. Then suddenly remembered something that made your stomach drop. “…Shit.”
The generator. You forgot to refill it last night.
Which meant if the power cut during this storm, you’d be completely screwed. For a second, you seriously considered ignoring it.
But then you remembered the station worker repeatedly telling you to keep the lights running at night because wild animals sometimes wandered near the tower during heavy weather.
“…Great.” With another groan, you dragged yourself out of bed before grabbing your flashlight and throwing a towel over your head.
“Run down. Grab the stuff. Run back up,” you muttered to yourself. “Easy.” That was the plan at least. And somehow, you actually managed to do it.
You got the generator running again, grabbed the fuel container and the small pile of wood near the lower storage area, then immediately started climbing the stairs back toward the tower as rain soaked through your clothes almost instantly. Quick steps. Careful but quick.
You had barely climbed five steps when—Creak.
Another step sounded behind you…
At first, you didn’t fully process it as the rain hammered loudly against the stairs, so for a second your brain tried convincing you it was nothing. Just the storm. Just the wood creaking.
Then you took another step. And something behind you did too.
Heavy… Slow… actually—copying yours.
And your stomach dropped.
The grip around the fuel can tightened painfully as your body went completely still. Rainwater slid down your face, cold against burning skin while your ears strained desperately over the storm.
It's not an animal. Animals don't walk like that—No freaking way.
Every nerve in your body screamed at you not to turn around. Something about the silence behind those footsteps felt wrong enough to make your blood run freezing cold…
You ran.
Not caring about the slippery stairs beneath your feet or the fuel nearly slipping from your hands, you bolted up toward the tower so fast your lungs immediately started burning. The wood and tools crashed somewhere behind you as you nearly stumbled at the top step before throwing yourself inside the cabin.
SLAM.
The door shut hard enough to shake the walls. You locked it instantly with shaking hands before backing away from it, chest heaving violently.
Silence…
Quickly, you turned off the room light and stood there in darkness, trying desperately to quiet your breathing.
Then—Knock.
The sound echoed through the tower again. You stayed completely still in the darkness, barely even breathing while staring at the door like it might suddenly burst open on its own.
There was no way you were opening that. Absolutely not.
Your eyes flickered toward the radio sitting across the room for a moment. Maybe you should contact the station.
But what if whoever was outside heard you? What if they were still standing right there listening?
Another knock came. Then finally—A voice.
“Police department,” the man called through the rain, his tone calm and professional enough to sound almost comforting. “Patrol check.”
“.......”
Police?
Your fingers stayed locked tightly around the flashlight while your heart continued hammering painfully inside your chest.
A few more seconds passed before the voice spoke again. “Hello?” he called, louder this time. “You working in this tower?”
You swallowed hard. Then you heard faint static. Like a walkie-talkie.
“Yeah, I’m here now,” the man spoke again, though this time sounding slightly farther from the door. “No response yet. Might just be asleep.”
The professionalism in his voice slowly started calming you down. Right… The patrol. The station warned you already.
You let out a shaky breath before wiping the mixture of rainwater and sweat from your face with trembling hands.
‘Don’t embarrass yourself. He’s literally a cop.’
Slowly, you unlocked the door. The storm immediately rushed inside with cold air the moment you pulled it open. And then you saw him.
The officer standing outside looked huge enough to block the entire doorway, his dark police uniform soaked completely from the rain while water dripped from the brim of his hat onto the wooden floor. A bandage rested beside his mouth, partly disappearing beneath light stubble.
But it was his eyes that made you pause. Sharp. Heavy. Quietly studying you from above.
The man blinked once, almost looking caught off guard before his brows furrowed slightly.
“What’s…” his deep voice trailed for a second. “A lady doing out here?”
“Uh-” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “I work here,” you answered quietly, gesturing vaguely around the tower.
That seemed to genuinely surprise him. His eyes flickered toward the inside of the tower before back at you again.
“The bills can’t be that high,” he muttered dryly. A small hint of sarcasm slipped into his voice. Despite everything, you awkwardly snorted a little.
The man then reached into his pocket before pulling out an ID card and holding it toward you. ‘Officer Reeves’
You stared at the card carefully beneath the dim tower light before suddenly remembering the station’s instructions.
“Oh—right.” You straightened quickly. “Wait a second.”
You stepped back inside to grab your own work ID before returning and showing it to him properly.
The officer hummed quietly while glancing over it. “So,” he spoke after a moment, handing it back. “How long’ve you been working here?”
“Six days.”
Another hum. Then his eyes slowly lifted back toward you again. “And what took you so long to answer the door?”
The question made you hesitate. You looked away briefly. Part of you felt stupid even bringing it up. But then again… he was an officer. If something really was out there, shouldn’t you tell him?
“…I thought someone followed me earlier,” you admitted quietly.
His expression remained the same. So you kept talking. About the footsteps. The bushes. The stairs. The feeling of someone copying your movements in the rain just moments ago.
He listened without interrupting once. Completely still. Then after a long silence, he finally spoke.
“So…” his voice stayed calm. “You think you’ve got a stalker?”
The word instantly made your stomach twist. “I-I don’t know,” you answered quickly. “Maybe? It just felt weird—”
“It is weird,” he cut in casually, glancing toward the dark forest behind him. “Hard to survive out here long without supplies.”
Then his eyes narrowed slightly. “Unless they were prepared.”
A pause.
“Or already living out here without anyone noticing.”
Your chest tightened immediately. “…What do I even do then?” you asked quietly. “I don’t wanna stay here anymore.”
The officer looked directly at you again. Long enough to make you strangely aware of how small the tower suddenly felt with him standing inside the doorway.
“Hmm.” His voice stayed thoughtful. “Wonder why they’d even give you this post alone.”
“You should contact the station right now,” he said finally.
You blinked before nodding quickly. “Right… yeah.” Turning around, you hurried toward the radio on the desk before grabbing the microphone.
“Tower Four requesting response?”
Static…
You frowned slightly. “Hello?”
Nothing. Only loud crackling filled the room. Your grip tightened around the microphone as you tried again. Still nothing. Just static.
You slowly lowered the microphone before turning back toward him. “They aren’t answering…”
The officer barely reacted. “Alright, don’t panic.” His voice stayed calm, almost too calm. “Weather like this messes with signals all the time.”
You tried convincing yourself that made sense. Still, your stomach refused to settle.
The rain outside only kept getting worse, violently crashing against the tower windows while the forest beyond looked almost completely swallowed by darkness now.
For a moment, neither of you spoke. Then the officer finally broke the silence again. “Until they answer back,” he said simply, “I can stay here and keep watch.”
Your head lifted immediately. Honestly?
You agreed in your mind before he even finished the sentence. Because despite how embarrassing this whole thing felt, the idea of staying alone here after what happened outside made your chest tighten all over again.
At least he was an officer. At least if something happened, someone else would be here.
“…Okay,” you answered quietly. But even then, hesitation still lingered awkwardly between you both. Inviting a stranger inside this late at night still felt weird.
Maybe he noticed the uncertainty on your face because after a second, he just shrugged lightly.
“Can I at least get a towel first?” he asked dryly. The simple normality of the question somehow snapped you out of your thoughts.
“R-Right. Yeah.” You quickly grabbed one from nearby storage before handing it over.
“Thanks.”
He stepped back slightly first to remove his heavy boots outside the doorway before finally stepping inside the tower. Even then, he didn’t move far.
Instead, he sat down near the entrance floor with his back partly against the wall, pulling off the soaked police hat before using the towel to wipe rainwater from his hair and face.
“Relax,” he muttered after noticing you still staring. “I’m sitting here. You can stay over there.” His chin tilted slightly toward the bed.
You stayed still for another long second before eventually moving toward it anyway, slowly pulling the blanket back over yourself once you sat down.
And after that—Silence. Nothing except rain pouring endlessly outside.
The tower door remained partly open beside him while he faced outward toward the storm and dark forest beyond, one arm lazily resting over his knee.
Meanwhile you stayed curled beneath the blanket, occasionally glancing toward the quiet radio every few minutes, waiting for the station to finally answer back.
But hours passed. And nothing came. No voices. No responses. Nothing except the sound of rain and his presence sitting near the doorway.
—
—Seventh day—
You didn’t even realize when you fell asleep sitting there.
One moment you were staring at the silent radio while listening to rain hit the tower walls—And the next, your eyes suddenly snapped open.
Your neck hurt immediately. “…Ugh damn…” Still groggy, you slowly pushed yourself upright before looking around the tower in confusion.
The doorway was empty… Only the door remained slightly open, letting cold air slip inside together with the distant sound of rain.
Your brows furrowed. Slowly, you got off the bed and carefully peeked outside. Then immediately stepped back after hearing heavy footsteps climbing the stairs.
A second later, the officer appeared. Except—He wasn’t wearing the police uniform anymore.
Just a black sleeveless shirt clinging slightly to his body from the rain, thick arms full with chopped wood tucked against his side as he climbed the last step effortlessly.
He glanced at you once before casually putting the wood down beside the small fireplace near the corner of the tower.
“Wasn’t that uncomfortable?” he asked while crouching down in front of it. “Sleeping like that.”
You blinked tiredly. “…Uh.” Your voice came out rough from sleep. “I don’t even know when my eyes closed.”
He hummed quietly before tossing a few gaslogs into the fireplace. A couple clicks later, flames slowly flickered to life, warmth immediately spreading through the cold cabin.
“There.” He brushed his hands off before standing back up to his full height, one hand resting loosely against his hip. “At least we won’t freeze now.”
He paused briefly before adding casually, “Oh, and don’t worry about the generator. Already handled it.”
The situation somehow felt strangely normal for a second. Almost domestic. Until the storm outside reminded you where you actually were.
“Well,” he spoke again, glancing toward you. “Got anything to eat?”
You blinked before looking toward the small fridge. “I think there’s leftovers…”
Walking over, you opened it and pulled out the lasagna from yesterday before placing it into the microwave sitting above the counter.
Behind you, the bed creaked softly. You glanced back to find him sitting at the edge of it with a tired huff, forearms resting loosely against his knees.
“They answer yet?” he asked.
You shook your head. “No…”
“I see.”
Silence settled again for a moment before he looked toward the storm outside. “Try contacting them later,” he muttered. “Weather’s getting worse.”
He stayed quiet for another second before adding, “Looks like flooding might hit around here soon too.” His eyes narrowed slightly toward the forest below. “Might get stuck here for a while.”
The uneasy feeling inside your chest immediately returned. “…You came here alone?” you asked quietly. “Is there nobody else helping around here?”
He shook his head with a small sigh. “Came with a team.” He reached into his pocket before pulling out a walkie-talkie. “They got moved around different tower locations.”
His thumb tapped lightly against the device. “Last update I got warned about the flooding too.” He paused briefly. “Can’t really do much till it actually hits.”
Silence followed after that. Only rain. And the low hum of the generator outside.
Your thoughts started spiraling again before the loud beep from the microwave suddenly pulled you back.
“Done?” he asked while getting back up from the bed.
You nodded quickly before opening the microwave.
He moved beside you then—way closer than you expected—reaching past your shoulder to grab two plates from the shelf above. The sudden closeness made you stiffen slightly before stepping aside.
He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did. Without saying much, he split the food between the plates before handing one toward you.
“Eat up,” he said simply. “Long day ahead.”
Then he moved away again, taking his own plate before stopping near the open doorway.
You watched him quietly while eating, your attention drifting toward him more than the food itself.
Now that the panic from last night had settled a little, you finally noticed things properly.
The broadness of his shoulders. The rough veins running along his forearms. The way he barely reacted to the cold despite standing near the open doorway half the time. And that bandage beside his mouth…
Your eyes lingered on it for a second too long before you found yourself speaking without thinking. “That bandage…?”
He glanced at you over his shoulder. Then a slight smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth.
“Little reminder to stay alive.”
The answer caught you off guard immediately. Awkward. You quickly looked back down at your food instead, pretending to focus on eating while trying not to think about whatever that response even meant.
The rest of the day went exactly how you expected. Nothing.
You tried contacting the station over and over again through the radio, only for loud static to answer every single time until frustration eventually started setting in.
‘No signal’ glowed across the screen again.
“…You’ve gotta be kidding me.” With an exhausted groan, you leaned back against the chair before glancing toward him again.
He had just finished shutting the windows against the storm and now moved toward the counter casually.
“Need coffee?” he asked while grabbing the kettle.
You shook your head lightly. “No, I’m good...”
“Hmm.”
You turned back toward the radio screen again, trying once more despite already knowing what would happen.
Static… Static… More fucking static.
Under your breath, you muttered a quiet curse while rubbing your forehead tiredly. Then suddenly—Something pressed lightly against your shoulder.
You stiffened instantly. Looking up, you found him leaning over you from behind, one hand resting casually against the back of your chair while he sipped from his coffee with the other. His eyes briefly scanned the screen.
“As expected,” he muttered simply. Then he walked away again like nothing happened.
Meanwhile you stayed completely frozen in the chair. Your brain practically short-circuited.
What the fuck…?
What the actual fuck…? Why—Why were you suddenly so warm?
Your face felt like it was burning alive for absolutely no reason. He just leaned closer. That’s it. That’s literally it.
So why the hell was your body acting weird now?
You shifted awkwardly in the chair, trying to ignore the weird heat sitting low in your stomach.
What the hell was wrong with you?
Your brows furrowed slightly as you mentally tried counting the dates.
No… It wasn’t your period. Not even close. Then why were you suddenly feeling so—You immediately stood up before your thoughts could continue any further.
The movement made him glance over from his coffee. You avoided eye contact completely while grabbing the flashlight near the counter.
“Where’re you going?” he asked casually.
“The washroom...”
He paused mid sip. Then quietly placed the cup down. “Let’s go.”
You blinked. “…Huh?”
His eyes shifted toward the dark windows outside. “Danger outside, remember?”
Right… That. You awkwardly nodded before moving toward the stairs first, hearing his footsteps following behind you soon after.
The rain had calmed slightly compared to before, but the air outside still felt cold and damp enough to make your skin prickle.
By the time you reached the small washroom building near the lower area, he stopped nearby to keep an eye.
“Go ahead,” he said simply while opening the umbrella you handed him earlier.
Once you finished and stepped back out, he was standing a little farther away now, eyes slowly scanning the dark bushes surrounding the area while rainwater soaked the muddy ground beneath his boots.
At the sound of the door, he glanced back. “Done?”
You nodded quickly. Without another word, both of you started heading back toward the tower stairs.
Then suddenly—Everything went dark. The tower lights shut off instantly. The low hum of electricity disappeared completely.
You froze. Only the flashlight in your hand remained. “…What the fuck?”
You immediately turned toward him. Even in the darkness, you could still make out his figure standing calmly in the rain.
“Wait here,” he said. “I’ll check.” Before you could answer, he already started walking toward the generator area.
You followed behind anyway, gripping the flashlight tightly while trying your best not to panic again.
He crouched near the machine, quietly checking something beneath the cover while rainwater dripped from his dark hair.
Silence stretched for a moment. Then he stepped back. “It’s broken.”
“…What?”
He glanced at you with a slight scoff. “Probably got damaged when the rain got inside.” His voice stayed oddly calm despite the situation. “Not much we can do right now. Well…”
“You got candles?”
—
The cabin felt smaller now.
Maybe it was because of the darkness. Or maybe because the storm outside kept shaking the wooden walls hard enough to make the entire tower creak every few minutes.
A single candle sat between you both on the floor, its weak flame flickering softly whenever the wind slipped through the cracks of the old cabin.
The door stayed shut now. Locked tightly against the storm. You sat quietly beneath the blanket while watching him from across the room.
He was focused on fixing the walkie-talkie resting in his lap, rough fingers slowly moving through loose wires and damaged parts beneath the dim candlelight. The silence between you wasn’t awkward anymore. Just heavy…
Your eyes drifted absentmindedly toward his hands again. Then paused after seeing something odd… his right thumb. Half the nail was gone.
You frowned slightly, blinking as you leaned a little closer, wondering if the dim lighting was making you see things wrong—
But before you could look properly, he suddenly moved his hand away.
“Go to sleep,” he muttered casually without even looking up. “I’m blowing the candle out soon. Can’t waste supplies right now.”
You stared at him for another second before slowly standing. “…Okay. Goodnight.”
This time he looked up briefly. “Night.”
You climbed back onto the bed soon after, tucking yourself beneath the sheets while he stayed near the floor a little longer fixing the device. But sleep never came. Not even close.
Your eyes remained half-open in the darkness, carefully peeking toward him from beneath the blanket while waiting for any sign he’d finally fallen asleep.
Eventually, he blew the candle out. Darkness swallowed the room instantly. A few quiet movements followed before you heard him settling down onto the floor, turning toward the opposite side afterward.
Tick.
Tick.
Tick.
The sound practically hammered inside your skull while you shifted slightly beneath the sheets, thighs pressing together instinctively.
God… Your face felt unbearably hot.
You squeezed your eyes shut for a second before slowly opening them again, lips parting with a shaky breath as your thoughts spiraled worse and worse.
This was humiliating. Actually humiliating. You barely even knew this man. Yet somehow your body refused to calm down after the entire day around him.
The closeness. His voice. His hands. The way he looked at you. It made no sense.
Your breathing turned quieter as one hand slowly disappeared beneath the blanket, while the other curled tightly against sheets afterward like you were trying to stop yourself.
But you didn’t…
Instead, your first hand, finally slid beneath the waistband of your underwear. The first touch of your own skin felt electric, a sharp contrast to the cool air of the room.
You let out a shaky, jagged breath, your chest heaving as you began to explore yourself in the secret sanctuary of the sheets.
The other one started with your breasts, your fingers gripping your nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt. You squeezed and twisted the small buds, feeling them harden into tight, sensitive peaks.
The sensation sent a jolt of heat straight down to your groin, making your toes curl. You groaned softly, the sound muffled by the pillow
Your mind swirled with images of those rough, calloused hands—the ones that had been fixing that device—instead gripping your breasts and bruising your skin.
Driven by a desperate hunger, your hand migrated lower. You pushed your underwear aside, your fingers finding the swollen, sensitive folds of your pussy.
You were already slick, your natural lubrication coating your fingers as you began to rub your clit in slow, agonizing circles.
You arched your back, pressing your hips upward, almost dry-humping the mattress in a rhythmic, frantic search for more pressure. Your breath hitched, coming in shallow, needy gasps.
You felt lost, your consciousness slipping away into a haze of pure, raw pleasure. All you could think about was him—just a few feet away—completely unaware…
Your movements became rougher, more urgent. You stopped the gentle rubbing and slid two fingers deep inside your soaking wet heat. Fuck—!
You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you began to finger yourself with a quick, desperate pace.
You pumped your fingers in and out of your tight walls, the wet, slapping sound of skin on skin echoing in your own ears, sounding deafeningly loud in the silence of the cabin.
Your hips bucked instinctively, your internal muscles clamping down hard around your fingers as the orgasm began to build.
Just as your muscles tightened for the final, crushing climax, a low, gravelly voice sliced through the darkness, vibrating through the room.
“Cumming already?”
“—!?” You gasped, a sharp, strangled sound escaping your throat as you instinctively recoiled, shrinking back against the headboard in a desperate attempt to hide your nakedness and your shame.
Before you could even draw another breath, a large, calloused hand shot out of the gloom. His fingers clamped around your ankle like a vice, the grip bruisingly tight and absolute.
With one powerful, effortless tug, you were dragged backward across the sheets, your body sliding helplessly until you were pinned beneath the weight of his presence.
“Relax,” he said quietly. “You’ve been squirming around for the last ten minutes.” A low chuckle left him. “You always this needy?”
“No—! Move!” You couldn't see a damn thing, but you could feel him—the heat radiating from his body, the scent of rain and old tobacco, and the sheer, overwhelming dominance of his frame looming over you.
He didn't give you a second to recover. His hands moved with a brutal efficiency, grabbing your thighs and wrenching your legs wide apart, exposing your soaking wet, trembling pussy to the cool air of the cabin.
"So… Ovulating, huh?" he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that seemed to echo inside your very bones.
"Wait—! That's not—! Stop!" you stammered, your voice thin and breathless. You tried to struggle, attempting to kick or pull your legs away, but it was useless.
His grip was like iron, locking you in place, leaving you completely open and vulnerable to his scrutiny.
He chuckled, a dark, predatory sound. "Do you really want me to stop?" he asked, his tone dripping with a mocking sort of curiosity. "Or maybe we can do it this way..."
He shifted, leaning over you. You felt his hot, heavy breath ghosting over your clit, the warmth of it making your thighs quiver uncontrollably.
"If I make you cum... there's no stopping. Deal?"
Your mouth fell open, a silent gasp for air, but any protest you had was instantly forgotten as he acted. He didn't start with a kiss or a gentle touch.
Instead, he dragged a long, slow stripe of his tongue from the bottom of your vulva all the way up to your clit, the rough texture of his tongue sending a violent jolt of electricity through your spine.
“Mmh… you’ve got a strong scent,” he chuckled, spitting against your clit before his fingers hooking into your wet folds and parting them wide, exposing the glistening, pulsing hole of your pussy. Without warning, he shoved his tongue deep inside you.
“Ahh!? no-!” You let out a loud, broken moan, your back arching off the bed as he began to twirl his tongue against your internal walls, sucking the juices from your heat with a greedy, rhythmic intensity.
He was relentless, his tongue flicking and swirling, hitting every single nerve ending with pinpoint accuracy. “So sensitive hm?”
“—!!” You screamed into the silence of the cabin, your body shaking as a massive, crashing orgasm ripped through you, sending waves of pleasure radiating from your core to your fingertips.
But he didn't let up. Even as you peaked, even as your body trembled in the aftershocks of a climax, he doubled his efforts.
He dove back in, licking you with a ferocious hunger, his tongue swirling faster and harder, sucking on your clit until you were sobbing, your mind completely blanking out.
When he finally pulled away from your soaking pussy, you collapsed back onto the mattress, your head hitting the pillow with a thud, your chest heaving as you gasped for air.
You were a complete, tattered mess—shaking, drenched in your own juices, and mentally fried from the onslaught of orgasms he'd forced out of you.
But he wasn't done… not by a long shot.
Before you could even catch your breath, you felt his massive, calloused hands slam onto your breasts.
“Stay still.” he murmured, eyes fixated on your heaving chest. He didn't just touch them; he groped them with a brutal hunger, kneading the soft flesh together, squeezing your tits into a tight, deep cleavage.
As he crushed your breasts together, you felt something thick, hot, and pulsing slide between them.
His cock was throbbing with a life of its own. He adjusted his shaft, rubbing the length of it against your skin, the friction making you whimper.
He was already leaking, the pre-cum slicking the head of his dick and coating your chest in a sticky, salty glaze as he humped rhythmically between your tits.
You opened your mouth, your voice a wrecked whisper, trying to find the words to ask what he was doing or to beg for more, but he didn't want to hear you speak.
With a low grunt, he shifted his weight, guiding his throbbing cock right to your lips. “Oh, Fuck—!”
He didn't ask; he just pushed the broad, leaking head of his dick into your mouth, forcing you to kiss the velvet skin of his shaft.
The taste of him—musk, salt, and raw desire—filled your senses. He began to hump between your breasts again, the friction increasing, his breath coming in heavy, jagged rasps above you.
“Ngh- FUCK, open up!” He groaned, almost hitting his limit. You could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his grip on your breasts tightened until your skin flushed red.
He let out a guttural growl, his hips snapping forward in one final, violent thrust against your chest. Then, he blew.
A thick, hot rope of cum squirted directly across your face, the force of it splashing over your cheeks and forehead.
You squeezed your eyes shut instinctively, the warm, viscous fluid blinding you, smelling strongly of sex and dominance.
“Hah…” he didn't pull away immediately; he stayed there for a moment, pulsing, emptying himself all over you until he was spent.
As the silence returned to the cabin, save for the rain drumming on the roof, you felt his fingers reach up.
He didn't wipe the mess away; he smeared it. Slowly, carefully, he used his thumb to spread the white cream across your skin, painting your face with his seed.
He leaned down, his lips brushing your ear, a satisfied, predatory grin evident in his voice.
"Atta girl..."
—
—Eighth day—
You stayed curled beneath the blanket long after waking up, still feeling hot from last night.
Meanwhile he had left earlier in the morning to get more supplies. Which honestly sounded insane to you considering the condition outside.
Floodwater had already started gathering around the lower forest areas from the nonstop rain, muddy water swallowing parts of the trail little by little. Yet somehow he still went out there like it was nothing serious.
You stared blankly toward the quiet radio sitting near the desk. Then eventually groaned and forced yourself out of bed.
“Fuck this…”
Throwing a towel over your head, you headed downstairs toward the generator again. Because seriously, what the hell was wrong with that thing?
You stood beside it with an annoyed sigh before kicking the side of it out of frustration.
Silence…
Then suddenly—The machine sputtered loudly back to life.
“…Huh!!??”
A second later, loud static echoed from upstairs. You immediately ran back toward the cabin, nearly slipping on the wet stairs before grabbing the radio.
“—New one, do you copy?” The voice crackled through the speaker suddenly.
Your chest tightened instantly. But before you could answer, you realized—It was prerecorded. A voicemail.
“I hope you get this message soon,” the station worker continued through heavy static. “As soon as the situation calms down, rescue teams will come get you.”
“And don’t worry about the reports right now. Just… stay safe...” A pause followed. Static crackled loudly through the speaker before the man spoke again, his voice noticeably more uneasy this time.
“There’s also been… certain reports coming from nearby stations.” Another pause. “The news hasn’t fully addressed it yet because of the flood situation but—” The line distorted for a second. Then:
“If you see a man going by the name Zenin…” Static buzzed harshly. “Tall build. Mark beside his mouth…”
“Stay away from him.”
“.......”
You stared at the radio in complete disbelief while the voice continued again quickly, almost like he regretted even mentioning it.
“We’re still trying to confirm details, so until rescue arrives, keep your doors locked and stay alert at all times.” Another pause.
“Oh—and the patrol checks have officially been canceled because of the weather situation.”
—Beep—
The line died.
And almost immediately after—The generator shut off again. You stood there frozen beside the radio. Your brain felt completely blank.
Canceled? The patrol was canceled? Then…?
Your blood ran cold as you heard slow footsteps echoing from the stairs outside. And his voice followed right after.
“You up?” he called casually from below. “Saw the generator running. You fixed it?”
Panic slammed into your chest so violently it almost made you dizzy. Without thinking, you backed away from the room instantly.
“Hey?” His footsteps continued climbing slowly. Heavy. Unhurried.
You looked around desperately before rushing toward the stairs on the opposite side while staying low, trying to move as quietly as possible while he stepped into the cabin.
You heard him stop inside the room.
While you were already halfway down the stairs by then, heart pounding so hard it physically hurt.
Run.
Run.
RUN!
You turned and bolted. Rain immediately soaked through your clothes the second you reached outside, your shoes splashing through muddy water as panic completely took over your body.
Then behind you—A low chuckle.
So close it nearly made you stumble.
“Nice try.”
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