Quick Fics

Pitch Black x Reader

Warnings- Swearing, choking, insomnia, stalking, slightly non-con, sexual themes but no sex

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Waking up in the cold sweats she sits up in bed for the 5th time that night. Insomnia has been apart of her life for as long as she can remember. When she does dream they are all nightmares of varying horror. Tonight she is plagued with a nightmare different from any other she has had before. Every time she would finally fall into deep sleep the same nightmare would play shocking her awake. The dream itself was not at all terrifying to her, however it affected her psyche deeply for reasons she can't explain. It was a dark hallway like the one in her home but the walls were rotted and the power outlets had been ripped out. At the end of it a tall figure stood basked in darkness. His skin was grey like a suffocated corpse and he wore all black. His eyes were golden and illuminated the hallway. The light of his eyes looked from the floor to her and that's when she'd wake up every time.

She was fed up with this sleepless night, getting out of bed for water and to look into the hallway that had been plaguing her. Drinking her water in the dark kitchen she was calmed by the moons light shining through the window blinds onto her face. Setting her glass into the sink she heads towards the haunting corridor.

 Looking down it nothing is there.

She falls to the floor in a sudden wave of dizziness before passing out on the floor. In the dream again the figure is no longer there. Running out of the hall she searchs for him. But why is she looking for him? She thinks to herself but continues on, because dream logic. Coming back to her room she opens the door and sees him standing over her bed. 

What she sees in the bed is herself.

Slowly she enters the room noticing that the walls are rotted here as well and the window is boarded up. Her bed is falling apart and the blankets are extremely dirty. 

Her sleeping form, is not breathing.

As she notices this the mysterious man moves her hand to her dead face. As his hand touches her she turns grey than ink black. Her discolored body crumbles to ash as well as him and their ashes disappear under her bed. 

She awakens in her bed instead of the hallway floor. Confused but not alarmed she brushes it off and goes back to sleep. The rest of the night she sleeps peacefully and dreamlessly but awakens with a pounding headache from her earlier restlessness. 

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The next night was very different as well. 

Waking up panicked the first time that night to a loud thud from somewhere in the house. Getting up she went to check the situation in a cautious manner fearing that she was being robbed. Finding the noises source it was a fallen shelf in her living room. She figured that the nails on it where loose and left the mess to be cleaned up later. Turning to leave the living room she sees the man again, sitting on the sofa in the corner of her vision. Shocked she looks directly at the couch but he's gone. Figuring she's just tired she goes back to sleep.

Waking up later that night she hears another thud. On edge now she grabs a bat from under her bed and goes to see what happened. She believes that someone is hiding in the house and stealing shit while she sleeps. Creeping down the hall bat in hand she searches for what broke this time. Making her way to the kitchen she sees the man standing in the center of the room waiting for her. 

She's had it now. "What the fuck do you want!?" Yelling at them frustratedly. 

Suddenly the room is momentarily basked in light and a boom echoes from outside. This is followed by rain pounding against the roof and windows. He answers "Your fear." He smiles showing white teeth in the dark room. "You sick fuck." She pauses than continues. "Your not human though, you were in my dreams." Lighting flashes again lighting up the room and his smiling face. A boom and crash follow the light. "You are right. But those were not dreams." He moves towards her slowly like a predator but stopping a few feet away. "Nightmares right? Whatever, same thing to me. Either way you need to leave me the fuck alone." She is not in the mood for games getting straight to her point so she can go straight to bed. "But why? Don't you crave attention? Don't you long to have someone there?" She stares at him. "Your trying to get at my fears aren't you? Well the answer is yes to both, but not from some creepy nightmare monster." Sneering at him. Still confident he answers. "Ah, but what is no one else ever loves you? What if you are secretly hated by your friends? What if you aren't good enough for anyone?" He mocks, breaking her slightly. "You stay out of my head. I am completely fine and loved. I can be alone for a few nights, I don't need you trying to give me attention." He steps even closer to her. "I said leave." She bitterly spits at him.

 He reaches for her but she refuses, backing away from him. "Who are you?" She asks unerved by his attempted touch thinking back to her dream where he turned her to ash. "I'm your greatest nightmare, your biggest fear, the boogeyman, I am Pitch Black." They laugh at this making him frown. Calming down from their fit they answer. "We'll actually your grey." He snaps loosing his composure and grabbing her by the neck, slams her into a wall. She begins choking from the firm pressure on her neck. "You are nothing! I am a king of fear and darkness. You WILL fear me!" Eyes wide she breathlessly tried to regan her composure. "That's funny." She coughs than continues. "You look like a sad little man hoping for attention." His anger flares and in an attempt to shut her up he slams his lips into hers.

Light flashes than the Thunder shakes her house.

They stand petrified, like stone, for a long moment processing what is happening. Quickly pulling away he drops her and vanishes into shadows. 

She passes out and wakes up in the kitchen the next morning.

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The next night was even stranger.

She couldn't sleep at all tonight so she stayed up writing in her lit room. Hoping that "Pitch" wouldn't show his ugly mug. Her hopes were soon dashed when she heard her guest room window slide open. "Why didn't he just magically appear like usual?" Setting her tablet on the bedside she gets up and locks her bedroom door before laying back down. She hears him try to open the door before quickly giving up. She waits in silence as his shadow grows from under the door and manifests into Pitch himself.

 She greets him. "Hey bitch." He remains calm. "Hello (Y/N)." He moves to her bed side. "Well I didn't actually give you my name, but I wouldn't expect anything different from You."  Sighing Pitch sits on the edge of her bed. "Why must you be so difficult? You know your one of the only people who can actually see me?" She stays silent, thinking. "All I want dear is to have your attention." He is acting, playing with her, she can tell. But it's working. "Well what kind of "attention" do you need?" She asks him smoothly. He leans back, looking into her (e/c) eyes. "Take a guesssss." He softly hisses leaning towards her. She stops him however. "Well if your gonna make a move you should at least apologize for choking me." He stops dead in his tracks. "Ah ha ha... yeah." He awkwardly sputters. "Sorry you had just, hit a nerve." He seems a bit mad during his apology but continues. God he must be desperate.

They stay still for a long moment again before lunging at each other and fighting lips. Pitch crawls on top of her his lanky form caging hers and straddling her hips. They smooch for awhile before pulling apart to breath. She runs her hands down his cold face feeling his features. He grabs her face and moves back in restarting the kiss. Begging for entrance into her mouth with his slithering tongue. She refuses him, a muffled grunt of anger comes from him in response. He slides a cold hand up her shirt making her gasp which allows him access to her tongue and mouth. She gets him back for invading her mouth by roughly grabbing his election through his clothing making him uncomfortable. Angered he retracts from the kiss, he takes her smaller hands in one of his and holds them to her chest aplying pressure so it's harder for her to breath.

 Now helpless and gasping under him he is extremely satisfied with his work. "Dirty bitch, So eager to grab my cock." He laughs his voice shaking her and the bed. "Not yet though." He lets go of her and removes himself from the bed. "Fucking tease." She says sitting up in confused anger. Before she can get out of bed and pull him back down he fucking disappears. "Holy shit! You fucking come into my home and ask for sex than disappear halfway through?!" Tired and defeated she turns the light off and goes to sleep.