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SCARY NIGHT ISN'T IT?

it's a scary night that's why you're screaming right?

...right?

☆ sum: Left alone on Halloween, you receive mysterious calls from an unknown number. How will you spend your night? Ghostface Geto comes to the rescue.

☆ cw: afab!reader, befora shibuya au, kñifeplay , fingəring, petnames, size kink, unprotected, slight bloød mentions MDNI!

a/n this turned out deeper then i thought. just watched the 1st 3 scream movies with my bf and i felt inspired...

banner by @aransmind !!!!!!!!

──★ wc: 2.3k

thanks to @ciellit for proof reading love you⋆.˚

Being alone is not how you imagined how your Halloween would be. Watching scary movies all by yourself, just because your boyfriend had a last-minute cult meeting to run.

If Suguru was here, movies wouldn't be such a bad activity. Cuddling, sitting between his legs, anything that would involve the two of you touching would be perfect, perfect for you to be precise.

By the time the third movie rolls around, your popcorn is almost out, and it's time to make another batch. As you walk into the kitchen you and your boyfriend share, your phone starts ringing. Who would call you on Halloween night?

You are hoping its the man himself, telling you that he is almost home, but an unknown number lights up on your phone.

"Hello?" you ask the person on the other side of phone, and a deep baritone voice calls back, "Who is this?" the man questions. "Who are you trying to reach?" you retort. "No one in mind, just trying to have a conversation." You go back to making popcorn while holding your phone between your shoulder and ear.

"Then there are more than a hundred websites for lonely souls like you. Good-bye." You slam the phone down and put the packet in the microwave, but the phone rings again. "But what if I want to chat with you?" the rich, deep voice rings in your ears again. "Well, if you find my number there, we can. Go try." You put the phone down again, hoping you won't receive another phone call.

Done with the popcorn, you're just about to calm down and convince yourself that he won't call again when the phone rings again. "What is your favorite scary movie?" the same voice asks, as if he doesn't understand hints.

"I don't particularly have a favorite one, but I like Saw. Is that all you wanted to ask?" You walk back to the couch and cover yourself with Halloween-themed blankets.

"No one really likes Saw," he argues, and as if you could hear the smirk in his voice, completely ignoring the other part. "Is that what you're watching right now?" You get a weird feeling in your stomach, as if he would know what you are doing, but he must assume it because of the surrounding noises.

You mumble a yes back while munching on your snacks, and after a moment of silence, he speaks again. "What's your name, doll?" you almost choke on popcorn at the nickname.

"You want to be friends or something?" you chuckle at your own joke, easing the tension, but he doesn't seem to be amused. "I just want to know who I am looking at."

You glance out the living room's windows, seeing the backyard but nothing that shouldn't belong there. Great, a prank call by a sexy-voiced stranger on Halloween night never sounds bad—if you weren't alone. But at the moment, it creeps you out, even though the voice sounds oddly familiar, you can't put a name to it.

"My boyfriend will be home soon, I would run if I was you" Trying to lighten your own mood, potentially trying to scare him away.

"Oh, your oh-so-special grade boyfriend?" He chuckled deeply, like it truly entertained him. "Look who's behind you, baby." Chills ran through your spine. "If I don't look, I'll never know," you sassed back at him.

"Oh, doll, trust me, you want to see me."

You look behind yourself but gladly see nothing, but as you turn back a man is standing there in the infamous ghostface mask, knife in his hand shining more then any kitchen knife could ever.

In most situations masked man would turn you on, but this time it scares you, considering the fact you should be alone in the house. You scream at him, jump over the back of the couch and start running.

Phone discarded on the couch—the only way of calling for help. After watching so many scary movies you should've known better. Adrenaline flowed through your veins, and your breath was short from running up the stairs and constantly looking behind you.

Your quick thinking wasn't the sharpest ever, but running up the stairs into a one-way place? What kind of cheap scary movie is this? He's fast behind you, tangling you down to the floor, knife to your throat, Adrenaline blurring your vision.

"Let's play a game" he murmured lowly, his hand skillfully turning the knife not cutting your skin. His eyes behind the mask skimming over your body, not like you could see that.

Your heart was drumming in your ears as he straddled your torso, oversized shirt riding up, exposing your stomach.

His knife started gliding over your collarbones then stilled at the start of the shirt, you carefully eyed his movements opened your mouth, sentence forming but then the knife started moving again, slicing through the material of your shirt.

A gasp left your mouth as but it didn't stop at your shirt, panties slit into 2 pieces also, leaving you almost bare on the cold tiles. You pushed your thighs together, as you felt yourself get wet from his actions.

"Who are you?" you ask naively, hoping he would answer the first question and the most important of them all. He cracked a laugh, his body shaking a bit as if you had told him some kind of joke.

He leaned in closer knife pointed in the puffy skin of your lower abdomen but not enough pressure to draw blood. "Wouldn't you like to know" he scoffs. Feeling like he's a Joker himself huh.

Even with a knife pointed on you, you couldn't help but roll your eyes "You never told me what this game is about" You replied breathlessly. He leaned rear, then his knife was tracing a way, back to your aching cunt again but this time drawing a line of blood.

Almost as if it were a paper cut, your adrenaline levels are through the sky now. You could get addicted to this feeling.

Suddenly, one of his hands retorts from your body and he moves his mask just so his mouth is exposed, but you can't see it; he's quick to trace his way up with his tongue but something cold on his lips catches you off guard.

Is that?

"S-Suguru, is that you?" you almost moaned. His head was now back up, his heavily pierced lips on display, and the biggest smirk you could ever imagine was on his lips.

"So quick to ruin my game, angel." His gloved hands reached for his mask, and in the next moment, it was flying to the other side of the room. Now, his deep purple eyes stared back at you.

Oh, that boyish smile is going to be the end of you.

"How about I finish what we started, hm?" he hummed, eyes searching yours for approval. You nodded, no sentence daring to come out.

His hands quick back at you, knife in his hand lightly poking at your lower ribcage, eyes staring deep into yours the other hand coming to cup your breast and his mouth latches onto your nipple, the feeling making you moan. His eyes never leaving yours.

Your hands wrap around his hand pulling at his scalp, making him moan around you. His hand drops the knife and he stops his work on your nipples to get his glove down.

His mouth goes back lapping at you other nipple, but his hand travels down to feel up your pulsing pussy. "So wet f' me doll" you moan back as a response, head cloudy by the stimulation.

He might've hit the jackpot with the Ghostface mask.

He collected some slick from your hole then pushed his finger in you, and one his fingers were bigger then two of yours, bringing instant relief to you. he started at a slow pace and then pushed another finger in, stretching you, and it felt better then ever.

He was pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you couldn't help but moan as he curled them just right knowing you better then the back of his hands, making you feel like putty between his hands, and he started circling his thumb on your clit and the pressure in your lower stomach started to tighten.

He isn't the one to decline your pleasure is he? If he would be, then he wouldn't be dressed up as Ghostface right now. Feeling you spasm around his digit makes him work faster and lean to you and whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

The high comes, body shaking, head cloudy, and your face has pleasure written on it, eyes rolling back and mouth open.

"such a little minx" he mumbles and he picks you up bridal style and presses a light kiss onnyour forehead, but leaves your shredded clothes, and the knife on the tiles. He drops you on the bed, and stands beside it to get rid of his other non-essential things like his other glove and robe, and his clothes.

Once both of you were naked, he was quick to get on top of you, grabbing your legs by your ankles folding you in half "putting that pretty pussy in display, hope you don't mind doll" he sweetly cooed but no remorse in his voice.

His hand stays holding your legs together, the other pumping his dick a few times, smearing the precum on it's head. He is running it through your folds, pussy still sensitive from coming earlier, making you moan.

He started slowly sliding it in inch by inch, when he was balls deep, he started rutting his hips in an inhuman pace, making you a moaning mess, more then you already were.

"you feel so much tighter when you're scared" he says to you. He might be right, the adrenaline he gave you earlier turned you up more then it should've. No one could ever do these things to your body he does, and both of you know that.

Hips fucking into you meanly, his fragrance overpowering your senses. Both hands traveling to your hips, and your now free legs rest on his shoulders. His actions, touches feel possessive making you clench even more around him as you feel yourself getting even more wet.

"that's it baby taking m' soo well" he grunts whimpering ever so lightly. Adam's apple bobbing as he gulps, his hair tousled on his back, like its glued to it by the sweat.

He loved this position, he could see your face and the pretty faces you're making, like scrunching your nose, mouth wide open moaning his name.

Suguru wasn't the one to fuck you in one position but he was really close. Why do you have to feel so good around him, he wasn't a one minute wonder. So he manhandled you onto your stomach.

Your ass moving on it's own, rising but his hands plant on your hips pushing you back down. "Let me try something new baby" he groans through gritted teeth.

He straddles your thighs from behind and pushes into you in a swift motion making both of you groan out at the feeling. One of his hands roams to your scalp and grabs your hair at the base forcing your head up.

The only thing that's missing is a camera from his hands taking a picture of you and of course a knife from your back.

Its not long before he's got you screaming his name but in this position rubbing against your spot making the knot in your stomach feel tighter, the relief feeling closer.

"s-sugu 'm gonna cum" your words come out muffled in the sheets, His other hand kneading the flesh of your ass making your pussy flutter around him, squeeze and helping him towards his finish.

"come f' me doll" your moans got louder Geto's hips were hitting everything, head dizzy from short breaths. eyes were rolling back into your skull as both of your were nearing your releases.

A deep moan was heard from Suguru as his head falls back but his pace doesn't falter, the knot in your stomach comes undone as he paints you insides white.

Your body feels spent, no thought can form in your brain, as you carelessly lay on the bed. Your boyfriend still inside you, catching his breath, stilling himself above you trying not to crush you.

He slowly pulls out, and white liquid spills out of you, staining the sheets under you. "I should bring out Ghostface more often"

Waking up next to Suguru, tangled in the sheets between your legs and hands was the best feeling you could ever imagine.

As the morning went by, you went to the front of the house watering some of the plants you still left out there, and the old lady next door, was sitting on her porch in a rocking chair "Good morning sweeatheart" she smiled at you and you greeted her back. She always sat there in the mornings taking in the clean air, and waiting for you to come out and have a little chat with her.

"heard you screaming last night, had a fun halloween?" she said while innocently smiling at you and your face reddened and the next word didn't come out as smooth as they were supposted to "Yeah, Suguru dressed up and scared me, we watched a few scary movies after" the least obvious thing you could come up with in the short notice, would she realize?

"Didn't take you as the frightened type, but glad you had fun" and with that she left the topic and your now not freezed body continued watering the plants and scurried back in the house to find Suguru on his back laughing loudly.

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louanesays · 18 days ago

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ALL OF THESE NIGHTS

you have me, but just for the night..

☆ sum: Satoru is the one night stand that you want more of, given this is the 5th night you guys spend together, you got yourselfes hooked on eachother like addicts. Will this night be the one you break the habit?

☆ cw: Drūg usage, alcōhol, angst, fingering, unprotected, overstim

☆ wc: 1.5k

a/n kinda rushed this, my current infatuation is sex money feelings die by Lykke Li and this is what my brain worked out about the lyrics enjoy💘

also will i rewrite this? absolutely, will i write a 2nd part in Gojo's pov of the 2nd part of the song damn right

A whole week has went on, working overtime, reading, doing everything you can just to forget the man who isn't able to leave your mind.

Sitting on your couch, drinking some red wine in the late afternoon hours. The setting sun coloring your whole apartment red. After a whole bottle of wine, and overthinking every possible moment of the week, escaping from yourself sounds like a dream.

Then Club night it is.

Your friends are always there; from bar opening hours till it closes. You got ready in thirty minutes, considering you added some glitter to your work makeup and put on a short cocktail dress, not hesitating once, and ready for the getaway from your thoughts.

Arriving and searching for your friends, the same scheme as every other weekend. Random kisses shared with strangers after a few minutes of getting to know them.

A pill to make the night better didn't seem like a bad idea until the endless partying made it two. Blurring every single tought you had before.

Feeling free, free from thoughts of your recent lover—whom you couldn't even consider a lover—thinking about the fact there are words that neither of you dare to say.

But his white hair is always a reoccuring thought you have, his veiny hands, the way they wrap around your throat, the way he makes you feel. all of him.

The coping mechanism you have is hooking up with people mindlessly while the drugs and drinks make their work in your body. All the man you tried to replace Him with probably have cloudy memories of you too, just like you do of them.

Suddenly the sweaty bodies, the loud music and everything a club is famous for makes you naseous, but the party shouldn't end this early.

You craved for something. Maybe a little afterparty at his house? Would he be awake? would he answer? how would you form proper sentences?

and you find yourself calling the same number you call when you're intoxicated. that's the only time you are brave enough, mind you, brainless enough to make the call.

Satoru replies instanly "What's up babe?" his deep voice rings through your ears again making the ringing sound from the club dissappear, brain hyperfocused on his, but dull club music sounded from the phone other than his voice.

Little did you know he was about to make the phone call for you too, but only thinking about your pretty body, and how you moaned when you had him inside of you, not like you thinking about the love you have for him.

A relationship with a man that hasn't lived his dreams as an addict and a man-whore, wasn't any girl's dream but here you are making the call again.

"can you pick me up?" that's the same phrase you always say then expect him to say no, or just turn you down but he never does, never ending the lingering feelings you have for him, his touch.

In the earlier stages you felt the love in his touch even though he never said it. You could feel it, it flowed through your bones emptying your head better than any drug did in your whole life.

He knew you felt it, and it scared him that you out of all people turned him soft, but he would never tell you that. Instead he did the thing both of you were great at, escaped to parties and other women.

But lately the love wasn't there anymore. maybe it was only you who was infatuated he felt it like what it was, what life was.

Sex, money, feelings, then dying. that's all life was wasn't it? but only if you could do it with him you would enjoy it. even the worst sides of it.

He reached almost all of the above, the exception being death. but his biggest fear wasn't death, Love. Admitting to himself or anyone for that matter that he loves someone. He had feelings for you, but if he tought about it he tought about the cruel things he does to you to prove that he doesn't.

"On my way" he said then hung up. He didn't need to question where you were. You weren't the one about breaking a habit, and he knew that.

20 minutes later there he was pulling up in his Black Porsche like he ownes the town. catching all the people's eyes in front of the club.

No greeting, No kisses, No Hi-s Hello-s there you sat in his car a bit ashamed now of your actions but too intoxicated still to stop him.

His hand traced shapes on you thighs, then the hem of the skirt itching closer every minute, but never quite reaching the parts you wanted him most.

The quiet was frightening. but never in all of those weeks did either of you talk on the ride to his house. It was always silence, because bith of you feared the words that might come out on your mouths if you startes talking.

Arriving to his home, his hand on your lower back he assisted you to the bedroom not like you didn't know the way.

Just stepping in the door and his hand reached for your ass grabbing it wasting no time and wrapping the other around your throat, catching your lips in a hasted kiss.

The kiss is what it is always, hungry, all teeth and a form of you saying I missed you to him. As if both of you had a script of what to do next. An act neither of you wanted to fuck up, but did then happily reapeted over and over again until the director was happy.

Your hands wrapping around the back of his neck, his hands hurriedly removing your clothes his already on the floor, as your back hits the bed, him on you, but lips never leaving the other's.

He was the one to break it, biting your lover lip leaning your foreheads against eachother's, his white hair glued to his face from the sweat that's torturing him from the bomer you give hime everytime he lays his eyes on you, without exceptions.

His hand pushing your panties to the side teasing your already wet folds, looking deep into eachother eyes, and swearing to both of yourselfes that this won't happen again, but the collective unconsciousness knowing that it will.

His fingers start pumping into you rythmically, moans forming in the back of your throat, head rolling back onto the soft duvet. His thumb joining on your clit rubbing it in circular motions, sending lightnings throught your whole body.

from then it's all a blur, makeup running down on your cheeks head in the pillows and he is rutting his hips into you from behind, his hands on your hips holding himself steady.

He looked like a pornstar, a daydream. head rolled back adam's apple bobbing as he gulping his hair glued to his forehead abs glistening from sweat in the low lights of the moon.

His cock reaching reaching places no one other could ever, molding your pussy to make it it's own. sound of wet skin slapping eachother filling the room other then your moans.

He loved the way you pornograpically moaned, that's the second best thing about you. The first one being the dumb you became after a little bit of fucking.

Uncoherent words, babbles coming out ot your mouth you didn't even remember next time, not like he ever told you that he loved those.

"Such a slut f' me" he rasped through ragged breaths, he wasn't the one for dirty talking knowing you wouldn't remember anyways.

After hitting your spot repeatedly and moans getting louder, he knew you were close, hell you even became tigther milking his cock the best anyone ever did.

Both of you came at the same time, he colored your walls white, but pumping himself after, overstimulating both of you, making you whiny, and him whimpering lowly.

Sex was just about getting your part done, never about making love.

Afterwards you showered together, no feelings, no touching just showering next to eachother, then collapsing on the bed naked, and falling asleep.

When you wake up Satoru's house is empty. Trading love for one night, that's all it was right? Nothing more but never less. You felt like his house was just as empty as he was inside nobody nowhere, but left you feel like you are nobody nowhere.

The front door left open for you you leave with your stuff hoping to never make this mistake again, and finally fall iut of love with the man you want him to be but isn't.

You smoke a cigarette in you way home, 25 minutes walk, but it makes your head clear, and make the hangover better. Smoking the cig in then out calms you before telling your friends you called him again.

Your phone has one notification, but not the one you were hoping for. No calling the next day was the rule, the part of the script you hoped he would forget.

He didn't, it's a rule he had for himself. Leave before you wake up so he could live his life like he wanted. Even though he wanted you so bad but knew he could never have you.

The Fall cold is hard to hit you in your face making you realize that, the kinda man you paint him to be is the exact opposite of what he is. Never calls, only answers on weekends at late night.

He doesn't take you on dates, makes you dress up pretty, doesn't scold you when you're wearing short dresses in the club after promising not to go, and promising you'll forget him.

Hell he doesn't even talk to you when you are with him, a few little sweet nothings leave his mouth but only in the heat of making love.

Tears start falling on your reddened cheeks, which quickly turn to a breakdown, in the middle of your street, atleast you reached the street this time.

You dial you best friend, who stopped scolding you and telling you how he is the worst man you could ever get with after the third time this happened and only says the one thing she is saying now "Baby please don't cry" she mumbles.

She is quick to get dressed and crash at your place with you, making food and nursing your soul the whole day.

But Satoru in your point of view is totally different then he is in his own.

You never got to know the real one only the heartless one, shielding you from himself because he knows he would only hurt you. Hurt the only person he ever loved, but never really got to show it.

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