Unholy (characters x [female]reader)

Hooded Man x fem reader NO🍋

Hey, you all.... I have writer's block... haha... I don't know what characters to use IN ALL HONESTY. 😶
So please if you're reading this type down a suggestion!

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Also no smutt 💔
Tbh the way I had this story out.... Kinda made it hard for me to add a smutt scene....

There's 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽 (kissing scenes)
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Y/n was minding her own business as she was sitting on a couch in a corner of a house that had a party going on. She had a red cup in her hand and she sloshed the drink around. The person who hosted this party was her friend Juliana. Juliana was your basic secret party girl. She's Latina and so her parents are very strict, but they are not in town right now. It's loud and the party is filled with obnoxious people. Y/n wore a dark purple dress (I looked up what color makes every skin tone look good and dark purple was one of them, but you can change it if you want!) that came two inches above the knee (or you can make a design).

    Juliana came over to Y/n with her short black dress that barely covered her butt. "Y/N GET UP, LETS PARTAAAAY!!!" she yelled as she grabbed Y/n's hand to push her up. Y/n didn't want to party because she wanted to stay home and go night swimming.

    "Juliana, how much did you drink?" Y/n asked as she raised an eyebrow. Juliana gave her a smirk and leaned over to her friend's face.
    "Guess." she poked her nose. Y/n rolling her eyes soon listened to the beat of the song and started dancing with Juliana.
    The song changed from Ed Sheeran to Artic Monkeys. The song of choice was "505".

    "YES!" Juliana screamed. She and Y/n started singing and dancing while the smoke of the weed and cigars filled the house. Just the smoke was intoxicating and things for Y/n started to dreary. Y/n looked for her friend who had gone missing and saw her kissing a random guy in a corner. Y/n felt higher than the skies and kept dancing. When she opened her eyes she saw a hooded figure staring at her. She felt her world crumble over and the next thing she knew was darkness.

    After darkness came the light. Y/n woke up and looked around seeing faces above her. One of those faces was Juliana. "Y/n are you okay?!" she said with a worried tone. Y/n got up but had a pounding headache.

    "Uh... yes, I'm fine! I think it's time for me to go home." Y/n went to where she left her bag and it was gone. The headache kept pounding. 'I will just get it later...' she said to herself.

    The dreary girl got in her car and drove. Five minutes away from her home she rode through a dark street. There was only one light, but it flickered. She looked at the light and it went off, but when it turned back on that same figure stood there. Okay, Y/n was even more spooked. It is Halloween night. Maybe someone was just playing a prank on her. Yes, just a prank. Y/n drove faster.
    After what felt like a 30-minute drive she finally pulled in her home. She turned off her car and quickly grabbed her keys and got out. The front door to her car door looked like a long walk. "I think my drink was spiked," she mumbled to herself. Finally, she reached her front door. Suddenly she felt like she was being watched. Before opening the door she looked behind her. Nothing.

    Her hands shook, almost making it impossible for her to unlock the door. She looked behind her one last time.

    There he was—the same hooded man. The door finally unlocked and she went in and slammed the door shut, quickly locking all three locks. She was terrified. Y/n went to pick up her phone and she couldn't find it. Had she left it in the car?

    That was her only phone. She looked at the wall clock and saw the time. One AM.

    "Well, I'm dead," she mumbled to herself. Y/n still was torn whether it was her mind playing tricks on her or if that man was real. Either way, she needed to get her phone. She was still in the foyer. She knew she needed to make her way upstairs because she had a gun in her room. If she could get that gun, she would be able to go outside and hopefully rid of the threat that was outside.

    She slowly made her way through the foyer and the kitchen but stopped. Something was wrong. She looked back and her back door was open. She stood frozen. 'Someone is in the house...' She stood there for three minutes just staring at the door. With a glimpse of bravery, Y/n ran up the stairs and straight to her room. She shut the door swiftly and locked it. She moved her chair in front of the door as an extra hindrance if that man somehow unlocked the door. Enough time for her to fire shots. She forgot about her phone. She also had not looked around her surroundings. Big mistake. She kneeled to look under her bed, but there was no gun. 'WHERE'S MY GUN?!' Panic. She got up and sat on the bed. She felt unsafe. She felt powerless. Why did this happen to her? Is this how she dies? Those were the thoughts that were running through her head. Y/n felt dread wash over her. She was exhausted, hungry, and thirsty.

    Suddenly, a noise was heard. From her closet. This was the end as she stood up and walked over. The closet doors were shut. She heard breathing from her closet. Both of her hands now on the door knobs, she opened them up. Looking at her closet, that man was standing there. The look of fear was slapped on her face. He stood there, but not for long.

    He tackled her. She screamed. He punched her. She screamed again.

    What felt like hours of torture had finally ended. He was still on top of her and he grabbed something from his pocket. Is it a knife? Is this how she would die?

    Those were her thoughts. She braced herself for a knife to stab her, but all she saw was a flash. He had taken a picture of her. The man looked at the picture and smiled. He then put his hand on her head/face. He slid his hand down to her jaw. His face came closer, and he gave her a peck on her lips. Y/n was shocked, confused, flustered. All of the emotions. One, that was her first kiss, and two why'd he kiss her after punching, slapping, and pulling her hair? This made no sense to Y/n.

    The man smirked as he saw the look of confusion and fear on her face. His face came closer again. He kissed her again. His lips lingered a tad longer this time. "Are you going to kill me?" she asked him. The man did not respond. "What do you want from me?"

    "I want you."

    The girl felt shivers go down her spine. He wanted her? Was he some sort of psychopath? Was he going to torture her? Even worse, eat her? Maybe he is a cannibal. Y/n stared at the man; she could see a glimpse of his eyes. They were dark. Brown eyes? She looked at his hair. From what she could make out, she sees black or brown hair. "Are you going to kill me?"

    "No," it seemed as if he was about to say something but quickly stopped. Maybe he stopped to think about his words. "I love you."

He loves me?! I don't even know this man. He follows me home, he breaks into my house, he tackles me, he abuses me, and then kisses me. Now he is saying he loves me? Am I in the real world? Am I just dreaming? "You're not real," Y/n whispered.

    "None of this is real! I must be dreaming."

    "This is not a dream. I'm real," he takes Y/n's hand and places it on his chest.

    "Feel my warmth, I am real and my love for you is real." he leans forward and kisses me. His lips were rough. But it was a nice type of rough. "Please, love me. Love me." It sounded almost distorted. "Love me. RIGHT NOW," he yelled at me and soon raised his hand and it slammed right into my face. I felt pain but soon heat from his lips as he crashed them onto mine. Is this man okay? Am I okay? He got off of me. I lay there. My whole body just hurts. He picks me up bridal style. I felt something drape over my mouth. I think it's a cloth that's been drugged. I start to fall asleep.

    Waking up I felt groggy. I did not like this feeling. I still can't see anything but only the feeling of coldness. Bitter cold. Something is in my mouth and I want to call out but I can't. A door opened and I heard footsteps.