🕯Identity V oneshots🕯

Joseph x Reader 🍋

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POV:
you are a survivor hiding from the hunter who is the photographer (Joseph).
Your POV:
Once the countdown to the game was up, I was instantly on my feet running to the closest cipher machine in sight. I don't know who the hunter was yet, and I hope I don't have to find out, I have been playing the games for a while and I've barely escaped from different hunters multiple times. I looked at the decoding progress to see I was half way done, not two seconds later though, I heard the familiar sound of a team mate being hit by the hunter followed by a scream. I begin to decode faster in fear - the scream sounded close which means the hunter is nearby. It look less than 5 minutes to complete decoding and without being caught too, as the cipher machine lit up I ran away, knowing the hunter would see my location. This time it's different, there are cameras scattered in random places of the map, a hunter I haven't met before I suppose. I made it to another cipher machine but this one had a camera next to it which I was cautious about when decoding. Halfway through I saw the camera switch on, projecting an image. I knew in this game curiosity always kills the cat but I couldn't help myself from taking a closer look. Upon inspection, it was a projection of the landscape except I wasn't in it, like a still photo. I reached out to touch the projection and like a portal, I was transported inside the projection. "What..." I breathed out as I touched myself, I felt the same but my surroundings didn't look the same, it was all dull and brown, like being inside an old photo. I walked around looking to see if any other survivors were in this strange alternate place. After exploring for a while and finding no one, the strange photograph world disappeared putting me back into the normal world where I was before. "How strange" I muttered to myself as I searched for a cipher machine. As I searched I could feel my heartbeat draw quicker - this meant the hunter was near. I continued to walk but faster and looked around for any sign of the hunter, so I knew where to run or when to hide. My heartbeat quickly rose and I saw the hunter right before my eyes - I turned around on my heel as fast as physically possible and darted away. I had seen him face to face, he had white hair which was tied back, piercing blue eyes and he was wearing a suit. He also carried a sword which was at the front of my mind, I didn't want to be struck by it. I dropped pallets behind me and jumped walls to increase the distance between us as he chased me, and eventually I hid and lost him, much to my luck. From playing these survival games for so long I had become good at escaping hunters, but still that was a close call. I caught my breath and turned to see the hunter walking away from me, still searching. I kept watch of him and saw him walk to one of the cameras from earlier, he turned it on and it created the projection from earlier too. I watched as he stepped inside, and like that he was gone - supposedly in the photograph world. I got up and ran from my hiding spot, finding a safe place to decode. I slowed down for a while, feeling safe that the hunter was in the photograph world, not here where he can hurt me. I walked past one of the cameras and before I had time to process what was happening. I was being pulled inside the projection by a pair of arms, which looked like they belonged to the hunter. He dragged me into his photograph world and pinned me down onto the ground, holding his long blade near my neck. "You narrowly escaped me" he said, his voice deep yet smooth. This was the first time I had been so close to a hunter, and even been spoken to by one. "Please, let me go" I said, not daring to move. "I'm afraid I can't do that, it's a hunters job to catch their prey" he said maliciously, this time I got a good look at him, taking in all his features. He had smooth porcelain white skin, a youthful appearance and dressed elegantly as if he was an aristocratic Victorian man. I struggled against him and he simply picked me up and pinned me against the wall, throwing his sword to the ground. "What are you doing?" I asked, confused as to why he wasn't knocking me down and placing me on a rocket chair. "In my photograph world, nobody will see us" he paused. "I plan on pleasuring you" he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "Please just kill me already" I exhaled, shaking from fear. "Darling, darling..." he ushered, placing his index and thumb on my chin, lifting my face to look at him. "I would never do anything of the sort" he grinned evilly. I gave up and stayed silent. He pressed his body close to mine, one of his legs between mine and each of his arms beside me, keeping me in place. He moved his head down to my neck, where he tugged my shirt down gently and peppered light kisses along my collar bones and neck. "S-sir?" I asked, not knowing his name. "Call me Joseph" he panted out before continuing marking me as his own. He placed his hands beneath my shirt and they roamed across my body, tracing my curves. I moaned quietly as he groped my breasts beneath my shirt. He pushed his hips into mine, grinding his crotch against mine. I could feel myself growing more excited and I could also feel him beginning to harden against my leg. His hands wandered further down my body, eventually reaching under my skirt and gently rubbing my inner thighs. He moved his mouth away from my neck and brought it to my own, giving me a light kiss. Joseph went in for another kiss after gazing into my eyes briefly, this time using tongue. I couldn't help but moan from the stimulation. He traced the waistband of my panties before tugging them down my thighs and discarding them onto the floor. He kneeled before me, lifting my skirt to get a good view before dipping his head and giving my core a gentle lick, he held onto my thighs for support as he teased me. He stood back up and unzipped his pants. "Wait- its m-my first time" I said nervously, blushing. "Even better" he said, sadistically. He freed his member and I caught a look at it, it would surely hurt going in. He lifted me against the wall and positioned himself between my legs before thrusting in relentlessly, causing me to gasp in pain. He didn't give me any time to adjust before thrusting at a steady pace. It was clear he had lots of pent up energy from the way he treated me. The pain of being stretched  was replaced by pleasure eventually and I began to moan once more, his name slipping out a couple times. I wrapped my arms around his neck for support and brought him closer, being able to hear his low moans and grunts in my ear as he thrusted faster. I started to feel my core tighten as an orgasm neared, Joseph noticed this and brought his free hand down to my clit where he gently rubbed me, bringing me closer to the edge. He quickened his pace, fully tipping me over the edge and bringing me to my climax, he continued to thrust to catch his own orgasm. Not long after me, he also came, not bothering to pull out. I fell limp beneath him and he simply stepped back, allowing me to fall to the floor out of exhaustion. He put his member away and fixed his clothes before heading to a camera nearby. He turned it on and snapped pictures of me, all while looking sadistically at me. He picked me up "maybe we can do this again some time." He whispered into my ear, making me shiver.