#he’s not a satan pawn yet in this fic though

[lambkiin]

Late Nights at the Diner

Roach (Trailer Park of Terror) x AFAB!Reader

Tags; Roach 😳, quickie, two uses of degrading name calling, mutual masturbation, p in v sex, in the back of a car, a few minor timeskips because I’m insane

I will fix the “read more” formatting when I have access to a PC.

AN: First attempt at writing a fic for Roach, I think it turned out fairly well. If some sentences look weird I powered through writing this with a awful crick in my neck, have mercy. Enjoy and have fun!

I’ll also mention that the character and I are both from the deep south, so the dialogue won’t always make a whole lotta sense sound wise unless you’re aware of all the different ways we pronounce “you” down here.

Dawn was drawing close, it was nearly 3:30am. You parked your Mustang near the front door of the joint, climbing out and shutting the door with a metallic click. Sighing softly, you checked the pockets of your stained work apron. You looked around at your surroundings after locating your cash, checking out all the vehicles in the lot.

One car in particular caught your eye, it…was certainly something along the lines of junker. There was a skull and crossbones spray-painted to the side, as well as some words you couldn’t exactly make out in the dark. “Promisin’ crowd…” You muttered, sluggishly making your way to the entrance.

You were somewhat of a regular here, being thrown an excited wave by the waitress, Fiona. Knowing by now you could sit where you pleased, you returned her wave and went to sit at your usual spot- well, this isn’t going as planned. Speechless, you were completely frozen, your shocked eyes locked onto the man before you.

He sat with an arm thrown over the booth, and a cig hanging from his lips. He was also aware of his surroundings, you wanted to pass out as he turned his head towards you.

“Need somethin’ darlin’?” He quirked a brow, subtle smirk pulling onto his face. Geez, for a man who looks like he’d just changed the oil in a car…he was- very attractive. You opened your mouth, but he beat you to it. “M’ I in yer spot? Sorry ‘bout that. Why don’cha join me? I don’t bite.” He gave you a toothy grin, gesturing to the booth across from himself.

It was something about the way he spoke to you that just went straight down- oh shut up. You don’t even know his name! Fuck it, you’ve got nothing to lose. You gave him a small smile, sliding into the booth he’d offered.

“Thank you, er…?” You tilted your head up to the man, taking in his features proper.

“Names Roach, no it’s not a nickname either.” He put out his cigarette in the tables ashtray, having noticed your nostril twitching.

“Roach, I like it…rolls off the tongue.” You grinned, genuinely finding charm in the mans off the wall name.

“Ya gonna tell me yer name? Or am I jus’ gonna have’ta call ya beautiful all night?” He was far too good at these lines, it was doing its job in making you blush. You let out an embarrassed cough, composing yourself.

“Y/n, do ya do this with everyone at the diner?” You snorted, leaning towards him with your chin resting against your palm.

“Don’ think any of them truckers are as pretty as you, hm? I’ll blame it on luck I ran into ya tonight.” His eyes drifted to the side, then back to you. “Ready to order?”

~

Somehow it hadn’t been long between your arrival and his, you ordered together. You were now finishing up your coke, picking up one of the remaining fries to eat.

Fiona walked over once again. “One ticket or two?” She asked, unsure if you had been meeting him here or if it was chance. Roach spoke up right before you could, that award-winnin’ grin spread across his face.

“Just one, thank ya.” Fiona nodded in response, walking away to get the ticket squared away. Roach pulled out his wallet, ready to pay for the meal.

“You don’t have to do that, let me pay my part.” Your brows turned upwards, reaching for your folded stack of tips.

“My mama taught me better’n that, darlin’. Hell, ya could get any man to pay yer way with looks like that.” He sent you a wink. Lord almighty, you weren’t usually one for a quick fuck- but maybe you’ll indulge. Fiona brought your one ticket, accepting the cash from Roach. She turned to you, offering another wave of goodbye.

~

You and Roach stepped out into the cool nights air together, stopping for a moment while he lit up another cigarette. “Which one is yours? Vehicles- I mean.” You asked, watching as he took a deep drag off the cig.

“Mine? Oh- that one there…towards the side.” Of course the one from earlier was his, it matched him far too well.

“I suppose everything about ya is eye-catching, huh? Doin’ anything after this?” You boldly asked, one and obvious intention in mind, it was 4am. Roach nearly choked on smoke, eyes darting towards you and as wide as dinner plates. He regained his cool just as fast as he’d lost it, ready to throw down more of his smooth-talker lines.

“What for? Wanna see the interior?” He smirked, letting his cigarette hang from his mouth like it had been a half hour ago.

“Somethin’ like that. God, you look so good like that.” You muttered without even thinking, drawing closer to him for warmth in the wind.

“Well come on over then, darlin’.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and walked you towards his car. You’d just realized how tall he was, at least a foot taller than yourself, you fit so wonderfully into his side. It didn’t take too long to reach the edge of the parking lot, taking in the somewhat endearing sight of his beater. “The grand tour…” His arm left your shoulders, pulling the back door open. He gestured for you to get in, taking the cigarette from his lips and stomping it out on the gravel.

You slid into the back seat, kicking a few bottles as you did so. The interior was in shockingly good condition for what the outside looked like. Roach followed in after you, shutting the door behind himself. “This what ya wanted, baby? Takin’ ol’ Roach in the back of ‘is Buick like a whore?” The car was perfect for you, but he looked just a bit too tall for it.

“Doesn’t sound too bad.” You turned towards him, crawling forward. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pushed him against the same door he’d just closed. “Bet you’ll be the whore beggin’ fer more when I’m done with ya.” You muttered, pressing your lips to his very much exposed neck.

“Bold claim, darlin’, but I like yer enthusiasm.” He complied as you pulled his unbuttoned shirt down his shoulders, grabbing and prodding at his arms along the way.

“Oh you’ll see, sweetheart.” You whispered quietly to him, taking his jaw into your hand. You tilted his head back, your glossed lips pressing into his rougher ones. Roach hummed into the kiss feeling your other hand tugging at his tank top. He removed his arms from the holes, breaking the kiss so you could pull it completely off of him.

“Angels above…” You muttered to yourself, taking in just how beautiful his body was. You moved your head down, leaving faint kisses from his jaw to his chest. “You are just…somethin’ else.” The compliments came so easily when it came down to it, you were absolutely letting yourself fall in love with this smooth-talking stranger. Your hands brushed over his ribs, sides, his softer torso…committing every bit of it to memory.

Roach was becoming putty in your hands, he’d expected you to get straight to business. He didn’t know what to say to all this seemingly genuine affection he was receiving. “You’re jus’ sayin’ that ta butter me up.” He chuckled, pushing a stray hair from your eyes. He was bricked into oblivion with the gentleness, and the situation all together.

You brought your head back up to eye level with him, cupping his cheeks and staring for but a moment. “I’m not ‘jus’ sayin’’ it, I mean it. Ya may as well be the mos’ gorgeous man I ever did lay eyes on.” You raked your hands through his sandy brown mullet, going in to steal another one of his gentle kisses. “Do you still want this?”

“More than ever, darlin’. How could I deny ya anythin’ with how sweet yer bein’ to me.” He showed off that toothy grin again, making your heart flutter.

You reached down, undoing the silver buckle at his hips. Surprised at this point he hadn’t asked you to remove your own clothing, he seemed to be entirely distracted by your face. The expression on his face was damn near lovesick, suppose he was letting himself get invested just like you were.

After successfully getting his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, you tugged them down a bit bringing his undergarments with. Your face reddened upon catching a glimpse of his hardened cock, not having expected it look that…fulfilling.

“Damn, pretty boy. Like I said before, everythin’ about ya is eyecatchin’ as can be.” You untied your apron, grabbing it and the hem of your dress to pull it all off. Thankfully it was a day you’d chosen not to wear one of those horrifically uncomfortable things called a bra. You watched with a small giggle as Roach’s eyes dropped to your now exposed chest.

“Ain’t tha’ somethin’….shiyt.” That was probably the most emphasis you’d ever heard anyone use on the word shit, he was awestruck- thats for sure. You lifted up one leg at a time, figuring out the least awkward way to remove your own undergarments. “You are right beautiful yerself, darlin’. I ain’t seen nothin’ like ya before, and I’m hopin’ ta see ya again…” He admitted, reaching out to touch on your hips and thighs.

“See me again? Of course, sweetheart.” You settled between his legs, your own draped over his thighs. “Give me….jus’ a second.” The angle would be somewhat awkward if you didn’t do this part yourself, may as well give the man a show out of this. As much as he’s already getting.

He watched your lowers with wide eyes as your own hand trailed to it. “Oh, mama.” He whined, his cock twitching with anticipation.

You ran a few quick strokes over your clit, reaching back further to push two of your own fingers into your entrance. Your face contorted with desperation as you stretched yourself open, fingers slipping in and out.

Roach huffed a breath, reaching for his strained hardness and grabbing at the tip. “Ya just know exactly what yer doin’, don’cha?” He chuckled, that noise turning into a soft moan as he dragged his hand down his length.

You continued for a moment longer, removing your hand and looking up. Roach met your gaze, he’d stroked himself at the same pace you’d been working. “You…ready?” You asked breathlessly, receiving a quick and violent nod in response. “Alright…”

One hand met his shoulder for stability, the other was grabbed by him. “Not gonna let this go ta waste, right?” He brought your fingers towards his face, the same ones you’d just used on yourself. Your face darkened by shades as he took those two fingers into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the underside of them. You could feel the furnace inside yourself well up again, the hand on his shoulder moving to line him up with your entrance.

The moan Roach let out was guttural, the depth vibrating the fingers he still had in his mouth. You removed them, planting the hand over his chest. You sank down onto him slowly, really just making sure the preparation was good enough. Low and behold, that- along with the ocean down there was plenty enough. “You have been far too good to me tonight, darlin’.” He whined, resting his grip comfortably on your hips.

“It’s the sweet talk, and those devilish- good looks.” You stumbled over your words, his cock finally bottoming out inside you. “Oh, Roach. Fuck-“ You moaned out, raising yourself up again and sliding back down.

“Shit, baby- you feel s’good.” His large hands clung to your hips, not quite bruising but not gentle either. “D’ya need help?” He asked, feeling your legs shake against him.

“Maybe, christ.” You tried to continue the pace yourself, the sensation of Roach joining in the efforts reaching your core. “Oh god.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy kiss.

Your bodies moved in succession, all you could hear was his loud moans, your own, and the cars suspension squeaking away. “Y- Yer fuckin’ me so good, doll- ain’t never felt nothin’ like this.” He held you comfortingly close as the pace got sloppier and sloppier.

You buried your hand into his hair, tugging at it ever-so-slightly. “Roach…sweetheart- m’gonna…oh fuck.” A curse cut off your words, you ground down on him as well as you could. “M’gonna cum…” You muttered into the crook of his neck.

“M’too doll, feels so fuckin’ good.” His head leaned back into the window, heavy breaths and whimpers escaping his throat. “Jus’ a little longer-“ He near pleaded, still thrusting his hips in tandem with yours.

Your moans got more frantic as he reached deeper and deeper within you, that feeling in your stomach coiling up.

“Faster! Faster-“ You breathed out, feeling him speed up beneath you. “Fuck!” He could feel the building coil himself.

“S’it okay if I- cum-“ He was having trouble with his words, you knew what he was talking about.

“Yes, yes- cum inside me, sweetheart.” You were on the pill, you wanted that intimacy with him. As soon as you’d said it, his pace picked up furiously. “OH baby-“

You both moaned out loudly as he thrusted one last time, your orgasm hit you like a bag of rocks. You could feel the warmth of his own orgasm seeping inside of you. There was a moment of silence as you both rode out your endings, heavy breaths being the only noise.

You rested your forehead against his, making eye contact as your bodies shuddered in ecstasy.

“Think’m in love with ya, doll.” He muttered, squeezing your hips. His face was flushed, and he looked as beautiful as always.

“Me too, sweetheart. Y’got a landline number? An address?” You asked, leaning your body fully against his.

”I got an address, got somethin’ to write it down?”

“Oh I’ll remember.”

“Good memory, huh. I like that in’a person.”

[ddaenghoney]

SERIES: HALLOWEEN BETWEEN MIDNIGHTS

Chapter 25

On October 1st, you attend a Halloween party in an abandoned house rented by some friends. As scary as the idea of cult owners is, nothing could have prepared you and BTS(regular people) for the mayhem and terror that follows until October 31st.

This is an INTERACTIVE fic. At the end of each part, readers will be able to vote to decide what happens next. Analyze everything(except the time) carefully. Choices decide romance, friendship, and deaths; and yes, ANYONE can die.

In other words, please read at your own risk; anything goes in this story.

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“Fine!” You yelled quickly, nodding to the demand while your eyes examined Namjoon’s body growing less responsive to the gusting air that prevented him from breathing. “Okay, just stop hurting him!”

Now.

“I trust, I give, I am!” Your voice called aloud, spine shuddering from the implications you knew would come, but as the wind immediately dissipated you felt at least slightly better. Namjoon coughed senselessly, heaving in the air he had not been able to for what felt to him like an eternity. “I trust, I give, I am.” You continued, body altogether tensing as your vision filtered into a deepening red tint. You looked back at the owl as it hovered centrally over the diagram. Its own eyes seeming to emit light, as you opened your mouth again, “I trust,” You felt your throat heat and begin to rasp from a strengthening tension. You wanted to clutch your neck. “I give-”

Your voice halted midway as you gasped outright as a book flew over your shoulder and hit the owl directly. Successfully knocking it into Taehyung before heaving on the floor. Taehyung’s body shifted, a foot moving backwards to steady his balance. Your vision returned to its usual color scheme.

“No, none of this Satanic, demon shit anymore!” Jeongguk yelled, before quickly moving past you, through the diagram to grab Namjoon’s huddled body. You watched in stunned stupor as the ridiculousness idea of a book hitting some type of mystical entity ended up stopping the entire seance in its tracks.

“Jeongguk, you know that fucking book is important and you just threw it!” Yoongi groaned as he stepped beside you, hesitant to put a foot into the diagram as Jeongguk rashly ran through, “Are you okay?”

“Are any of us?” You looked at him with disbelief then back at Jeongguk, who aided Namjoon in standing. “What just happened-”

The book.

Your ears rung with the harsh voice banging in your head once more, squinting your eyes to seemingly relieve the pain. As Yoongi began questioning what was wrong with widening eyes, you looked past him to Hoseok’s body as it stabled into a crouch, clearly about to move forward.

“Yoongi, that book!” You cut of the question, desperate to make Yoongi act. Turning his head to look as Hoseok began to stumble forward, Yoongi’s leg jerked as well, disregarding the worry as he beat Hoseok to the book.

“This soul,” Hoseok grumbled, clutching against his chest when Yoongi grabbed the book, “Isn’t submissive-” Your eyes narrowed. Obviously Hoseok’s actual soul was still in there somewhere, trying to overcome the intruder. If there was a way to disconnect them then maybe he would be okay as well.

The owl screeched, successfully causing everyone able to grasp at their ears, and you desperately wanting to do the same. Yoongi, Jeongguk, and Namjoon fell to their knees from the continuous rage of sound surging through their heads. Your eyes clenched shut, but not before watching Hoseok maintain composure. Unbothered.

Taehyung had to have been the same way if you had thought about it. Completely unresponsive to the terror of the noise, and the whirlwind from earlier. You too only felt the gusting air, and none of the suction that caused Namjoon to suffocate, but now you were in as much pain as the other three.

Was any of it actually happening, or just in your heads?

In fact, all the problems around campus for the past month were caused by you. Controlled by the demon, sure, but there were no outside influences apart from what was in you. There was no other person guiding Taehyung. Hoseok’s words coaxed psychological reactions from you, but even his power came from what was inside and caused by the cult. The control the demon had over you and Taehyung, and whatever spirit over Hoseok were due to the seances; the active giving of yourself to the supernatural.

But Jeongguk also participated in the seance and yet he has yet to suffer any type of restrainment in the ways you and Taehyung have.

Why?

The stinging in your ears persisting and scraping like you were going to lose the ability to hear at any second. As you tried to peek through an eye, Hoseok sauntered clumsily through the diagram, bending besides Yoongi’s curled, pained body to grab the book. The owl flew from behind Taehyung, mouth ajar, but the sound never strengthening or deteriorating. The talons landed on Hoseok’s shoulder-- the left shoulder like where you had felt the owl’s attack the night of the party. Hoseok completely steadied upright. No longer looking to be at an internal war.

“The sacrifice, then.” He rolled his neck, stretching. “Now there’s even more life to sustain you.”

The owl’s mouth shut, effectively ending the shrieking noise. Yoongi’s hands rubbed against his ears. Jeongguk and Namjoon both stopped trembling from pain. You glared,

“You can’t even get rid of Hoseok’s soul-- whatever that demon promised you isn’t going to work out like you want.”

“I send that life off tonight.” He replied simply, shrugging as walked back to his spot on the diagram, “Don’t speak about what you don’t understand-”

“Taehyung was promised something too, right? That we-- his friends would all be okay?” You spoke on, “Look at him though. Lied to. You really put your faith in that bird?”

Reddened irises moved towards you, sending gravity against you that felt real. Like you were being binded from every angle, tightening. The pressure made you feel confined, but your breathing stayed even. You couldn’t be killed.

“The positions on this diagram are all evenly pointing to the middle-- you’ll just be a sacrifice too. All of the fucking corpses in these walls too-”

“They’re not corpses, they’re alive.” Hoseok held up the book, shaking it softly. “Binding to life indefinitely.”

“Just until you can find another body, huh?” Your mouth shut forcibly, the eyes of the owl still encasing your person in an icy stare. You willed it open again, “Aren’t you just two lives shoved into one right now? Just another eighty or something years to add to that demon’s human body-” Shut again.

“You’re just going to get played too.” You glanced to Namjoon, who seemed to pick up on your intention. Nodding as Hoseok glared over to him he continued, “Your cult buddies aren’t going to get revived-- what they’re in these walls?” He turned his head to look at the bulging structures, swallowing thickly in disgust before shoving it aside to finish, “They’re just pawns as well. You’re not special.” You watched Jeongguk shift in the corner of your eye, inching from Namjoon as he rambled on. “It’s the oldest trick in the book, besides when has a demon ever been good to the cult that worships it-”

“I’m alive aren’t I?” Hoseok spoke up, sighing in annoyance. Yoongi narrowed his eyes,

“To help the owl get more souls-- you’re just a lottery ticket in our friend’s body.” You bit your lip wondering about Jeongguk’s intention as he looked on at Taehyung. Your spine twitched, burns crawling,

Repeat the words.

You couldn’t understand the point in the demand at this point. There was no reason for you to agree. No one was held captive anymore. And even if you did follow through, you couldn’t imagine any of you escaping out of this anyways.

Yoongi’s eyes narrowed on the book clutched tightly in Hoseok’s hands. The twitch in the fingers against the spine gave him reason to believe Hoseok was wavering.

“You lied to that guy outside I bet too-” Namjoon spoke up. Jeongguk reached to Taehyung, about to grab him as Namjoon went on, “Made the moron think he’d get whatever you’re after too. He seems simpler-” Everyone’s bodies jerked into surprise as a gunshot went off, effectively evoking screams as Namjoon fell down to the ground, yelling out in pain as he clutched onto his far shoulder.

Your heart rate skyrocketed at the sight, every muscle shaking from fear, growing stronger as a voice spoke from behind you, “What’s this about a moron?”

“What the hell are you doing?” Hoseok pitched up with an angered glare at the guy standing in the doorway, “Bringing guns in here-”

“What difference does death make by a gun if you’re going to sacrifice all these brats anyways? What? Murder has its own set of ethics?” He stepped forward, “Kill me through a lie, huh-”

“No, you idiot-”

Yoongi’s eyes widened watching the guy’s body suddenly contort in half, the spine effectively breaking to release a loud wail, before the neck too snapped. The body dropped to the floor, limp.

The silence following was cold. You didn’t see it, but the expressions on Yoongi and Jeongguk’s faces were enough to blur out the groans emitting Namjoon’s mouth. You weren’t sure of the severity of his wounds but he was still bleeding, Jeongguk or Yoongi could’ve been shot as well in this time. And the guy behind you was dead. There was no denying that. Your glanced to the owl, its head turning back towards you,

I won’t include your three friends in the sacrifice if you follow in it.

Please feel free to send thoughts, predictions, interpretations; they really help me to know how to word the story so that everyone successfully understands the plot points I’m trying to get across ! More than happy to answer questions you may have !