KV VA Boyfriend/Girlfriend/NB Scenarios and One Shots

Sean x Reader

I do want to point out that I will always be writing the reader as gender neutral. If someone wants me to write them a specific gender one shot, I will be more than happy to do so. I just do not want anyone to be offended. I will write smuts, lemons, fluffs, and MAYBE angst if y'all want it. This will be uhm- I don't know what this is going to be- Okay, I'll start now..

Uncomfortable. That was how you would explain it. One day you were studying for tests, and the next-

You were in a strangers house, tied up, scared.

The wooden area's scent consisted of mold, wood glue, paint, and rust. Every creak in the old wooden house made you jump. What you had assumed was a few days ago, you had been whipped by a crop. The attractive yet, cruel man laughed as you had groaned in pain. You made a face thinking about the memory. 

You let your head drop in defeat.

You were stuck.

Stuck in deep shit.

There was no telling if you were getting out.

The cruel man had called himself Sean. The brown headed male wore a red flannel with a  dog tag around his neck. If you didn't know any better before this entire fiasco happened, you would have wanted to go on a date with the paid serial killer. Of course you wouldn't have been aware of his-

mental disorder?

He said he loved you. His laughter towards your pain made you think otherwise. Sadistic, cruel, disgusting, cold.

You would spit on him if you weren't such a pussy.

You gritted you teeth, looking down. Your eyes squeezed shut and you muffled your scream by turning your head and screaming into your shoulder. 

With tears falling down your face, you knew this was the end. You would never be the same. Even if you managed to escape. This was unfair. Your parents had always told you that life was unfair. But this unfair?

This was unjustified.

Beyond unfair.

You couldn't take it anymore. 

A knock from the door kicked you out of your thoughts. You frantically turned you head, watching the male open the door and slide in, shutting the door behind him. 

He looked at his tools hanging up on the wall. I looked at them, too. He looked at me. I looked at him. He still wore his red flannel and his dog tags, his hair a little messy this time.

His voice broke the silence. "How are you holding up, Doe Eyes?"

Doe eyes. That nickname he had given you made you shrivel up in anger. 

You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out. How were you holding up? You certainly weren't doing good. You haven't showered in days, you couldn't possibly have imagined what your hair looked like. You smelled like body odor, and you haven't brushed your teeth in what seemed like weeks. 

You haven't been able to look in a mirror or a clock for that matter the whole time you were here. You have been wearing the same clothes since day one. You thought about your family and friends. Did they even miss you? Were they looking? Did they truly believe that you truly died? You didn't doubt it. The chance was slim that they wouldn't believe the lie. 

You shrugged your shoulders in response.

He huffed and walked to his work desk. "That doesn't help me you know." Sean said a few moments later. "Is there anything you need from me?"

Was he really asking you that?

You needed a lot. A shower, some clothes, a tooth brush, a bathroom, food, water. How about looser ropes and chains?

He looked at you waiting for you to answer. 

You gulped. "A- a shower?" was all that came out.

He face softened. He looked sympathetic. 

"Anything else?" Sean asked.

You stayed quiet, thinking what you wanted would be too much. 

He growled and narrowed his eyes at you. "If you don't need anything else, then I'm going." 

He turned and started his way to the door before I had squeaked for him to wait.

He turned and glared.

"May I have new clothes please?" you mumbled.

He nodded as you wanted to mention the part about you wanting to brush your teeth, but you were terrified of him.

"A- and a tooth brush?" you added quietly.

He nodded in response as he walked towards you. As he neared, you could smell the faint scent of rot. he smelled like he had slept with a dead dog. You stopped yourself from scrunching up your nose as he knelt down to your level and caressed your face.

You trembled at his touch, which was a turn on for the cold man. He breathed in your ear, making you shiver. You weren't aching for his touch, you didn't want him, you could care less about him. What you wanted was your old life back. If you knew this situation would have popped up, you would have actually tried to enjoy you life you had before this. You always thought of yourself as the odd one out, the hated child, the loner, what ever you had decided to call it, it didn't matter anymore.

You shut your eyes tightly, bracing yourself for what he was going to do. To your surprise, he stood up and turned to the door. He walked away stopping in front of the door. He turned his head and opened his mouth. 

"I love you Doe Eyes."

I'm very sorry this was so short. I can do better, so I'm sorry this is is so bad :/. I'm in the middle of school work right now, so that's my excuse..

This was 900 words. This has been my first one shot ever. I hope you guys liked it! Request was from @24MagicalOreo24

Thank you! I enjoyed writing this!