#⚠ ❛ unknown number / phone.

[untilwedont]

SCREAM in pleasure, not in fear

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pairings: ethan landry x m!reader

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stop HERE if you are not interested or uncomfortable with the mentions of knife play, blood, spit as lube, begging, kinda dark themes, or unprotected sex.

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are you willing to do anything to get out of death?

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ETHAN LANDRY, your nerdy little boyfriend with a nasty little secret. He, of all people, terrorizing the small group of friends that you were apart off, killing them one by one until the big reveal. That, of which, was coming quicker than he’d thought. When he heard you’d be alone at your dorm for so long, he knew it’d be the perfect time to strike. Of course he wouldn’t kill his handsome boyfriend, no! He was too perfect to be killed off. He’d simply use you, get his way with you. Make you beg for him to spare your little life, and in return, he’d get his way with taking not only your virginity, but his too.

So there he was, watching you. Eyeing your every move from the tiny cameras he discreetly placed around your dorm. He didn’t want to be seen yet. Instead, he wanted to toy around with you first. Get you scared, your adrenaline pumping. God, he felt himself get harder and harder, imagining your cries, your begs of mercy.. how tight you’d feel around him. He could only imagine how guilty you’d feel after, supposedly cheating on your boyfriend without knowing it was him under the mask.

his plan was simple.

FIRST he’d call you, making sure the number was unknown.

“Hello?” you asked as you answered the no caller ID, leaning against the island in the kitchen. “m/n l/n, such a dumb move from such a smart boy. All alone while there’s a killer out there somewhere picking off your friends one by one.. well, I expected more from someone like you.” the voice on the other end responded. It was low. dark. a voice you’ve heard before. you quickly fixed your position, grabbing the sharpest knife you could find from the kitchen. “what do you want from me? why are you killing my friends?!” you responded, anxious as you looked around.

“it’s fun, isn’t it? hearing their yells, their screams, their gurgles as they choke on their own blood. oh m/n, making such a dumb move.. you wouldn’t have even guessed it would’ve costed your own life, did you?” the voice on the other end responded. you could feel your heartbeat quicken, but there was no possible way Ghostface could have entered your dorm without you knowing. “you..- you better fuck off before I call the cops!” you threatened, only to have it backfire. “Call the cops and i’ll slit your fucking boyfriend’s throat open right now!”

SECONDLY, if his plan goes accordingly, he’d send you a video of himself tied up to a chair, all beat up thanks to makeup.

“what? you- you have Ethan..?” the fear in your voice grew as scenarios flooded your mind. “Such a pretty boy. it’d be a shame if something happened to him, would it not?” The voice said, laughing a little on the other end. “you’re lying! you don’t have Ethan!” The voice on the other end went silent for a moment before you got a ping on your phone. It was a video sent from the caller. “why don’t you open that video for me?”

you were hesitant for a moment before clicking on the video. as you did, you felt an unwanted sensation in your stomach grow bigger, as if you were about to throw up. you placed your hand over your mouth, dropping the only weapon you had to defend yourself in the process as you watched the video. It was of Ethan. His hands were bind behind his back and he sat on a chair. Tape covered his mouth as the camera panned closer to him, revealing the bruised, bloody mess on his face. It almost seemed like he was on the brink of death.

“wait, wait, wait, please don’t hurt him anymore, please!” you begged, placing the phone right back up to your ear. Ethan smiled under the mask, seeing that his plan would be coming a success. “ah, well, you see, i’ll give your boyfriend a chance at life.. only if you’re willing to come and save him.”

THIRDLY, he’d tell you a lie. A way to save Ethan. he’d send you an address, the supposed location where he was being held. and, if you were dumb enough to fall for it, he’d strike.

“yes! yes, tell me! where is he?!” you were quick to respond, seeing no other way to save him. there was another pause before you got another ping on your phone. “come to this location.” the voice responded before hanging up. It was an address you’ve never seen before. But you didn’t care, your only thoughts were on saving Ethan. you quickly grabbed your keys and headed for the front door, unlocking it.

But, before you could open the door, it was swung open, causing you to stumble back. your eyes widened as you realized who stood at the doorway. it was none other than Ghostface himself. you let out a scream of terror was you ran. He was quick to follow behind you, but not before locking the front door, keeping you trapped in your dorm.

You screamed as loud as you could, slamming the bedroom door shut. Ethan, only a little behind, barely missed his chance at keeping you from locking the door. “Please, leave me alone!" you cried out, backing away. There was a brief silence before a loud bang was heard on the door. Then another, and another. You screamed, realizing they were trying to break down the door. You reached for your pockets only to realize you left your phone on the kitchen counter. You audibly cursed at yourself before looking around for a place to hide.

You hid yourself away in the closet, covering yourself with clothes you had laying around. A moment later, the door was finally pushed open. You jumped a little, covering your mouth with your hands to try and suppress your breathing. Footsteps could be heard around the room. He knew you were in there, but you could only hope he wouldn't find you. But, panic was set in once the closet door was opened. You squeezed your eyes shut, holding your shaky breath. You couldn't hear anything, it was silent. You thought you were okay until two pairs of hands grabbed you from the pile of clothes, throwing you on the ground outside of the closet.

You screamed and cried, trying to kick him away but it was no use. He'd gotten on top of you, knife to your throat. "Shut the fuck up or slit your goddamn throat open!" He threatened, gently gliding the edge of his knife against your throat. You quickly shut up, your breathing still out of control. "Such a pretty thing, especially when you shut the hell up." Ghostface said, gliding his knife along your cheek. He applied only a little pressure, cutting only a little of your cheek. You winced at the pain, a droplet of blood sliding down your cheek, staining the carpet a dark red.

"please, please, please, don't hurt me! I'll- I'll doing anything..! anything, okay? anything!" You begged, staring at the dark holes in his mask with pleading eyes. Ethan smiled, knowing he'd gotten you right where he wanted. "anything?" He asked, his knife sliding down from your cheek. You quickly nodded, "mhm! anything! just- just please don't kill me!" You begged once more. He felt himself grow hard, biting his lip from underneath the mask. "Well, there's only one thing you can do that'll get you out of this." He responded, his knife suggestively trailing down your body. Your eyes widened as you realized what he meant. "But- No..! I can't! I-I have a boyfriend, I can't just-"

"-You said anything. Do you want to live or not?" He asked, cutting you off, pressing his knife against your stomach. You went silent, a small whimper coming out. "okay, okay, I will! I-I'll do anything.. just- please.." You agreed. Ethan's smile grew as he lifted your shirt up with his knife, revealing your body to him. He admired for a moment, seeing as this was the first time he was about to see anyone naked under him. He touched your body, the feeling of his cold knife against your exposed torso making you shiver as his hands glided down.

He stopped at the hem of your pants, pulling them down along with your underwear. He almost drooled at the sight before him. Sure, he’d seen naked boys before, but that was through videos. And now, here you were, completely exposed for him to do whatever. You felt yourself get a little self conscious after he stared a little longer than he intended to. “can you.. can you stop staring..” you mumbled. Ethan quickly snapped out of his trance, parting your legs further for him to get a better view.

Pressing himself against you, he took off one of this gloves, bringing his fingers to your lips. “Suck.” He commanded, parting your lips. You obediently opened them, coating his fingers with your saliva. After a good amount of coating, he took his fingers out your mouth, bringing them down to your hole. He wanted to fuck you so badly, but he knew you’d need to be prepped since this would’ve been your first time ever doing something like this. Without warning, he pushed his fingers in, causing you let out a gasp of discomfort.

he held his knife near your throat as a warning while he pumped his finger in and out. The discomfort soon turned into a pleasurable sensation as he added another finger, scissoring your hole. Honestly, Ethan had no idea what he was doing since this was new to him too, but he was just trying to replicate what he’d seen in videos.

after sometime, he finally felt like you were stretched out enough for him. He removed his fingers from your hole, causing you to let out a small whine. “don’t worry..” he spoke, lifting the robe up slightly to reveal the hem of his black pants. “I’ll replace my fingers with something better.” He finished, removing his belt. You felt excited, but you didn’t know why. A second ago you were gonna get killed by ghostface and now here he is about to fuck you.

Ethan was also excited. Not only was he about to lose his virginity, but he was losing it to a perfect boy he was dating. sure, he could’ve just asked to have sex with you, but getting to fuck you this way was even better. He finally slid his pants down, revealing his raging erection. Your eyes widened.. it was way bigger than you thought. “will- will that even fit..?!” you asked, now feeling a sense of worry. “it’ll fit. i’ll make it fit.” He responded, quickly lining his cock up with your hole.

There was a feeling of pain as he slowly pushed himself inside you, causing you to let out a loud whine. He gripped your waist as he fully slid himself in carefully, not wanting to hurt you. After a moment, you gave him a nod, “you can move now..” you said. you felt a little guilty, wanting to have lost your virginity to Ethan, but one ghostface starting pumping himself in and out of you, those thoughts quickly left. Ethan himself left your mind as you wrapped your legs around his waist, gripping onto his shoulders. Ethan wanted to kiss you badly. He wanted to leave hickies all over your neck, but he knew he couldn’t for the sake of hiding his identity. You loved Ethan a lot, but he was worried you’d think of him differently if you found out he was the one behind the mask. Behind the killings.

“so.. damn tight..” he grunted, thrusting faster into you. You couldn’t let out any words, only whines and moans, going dumb on his cock. Ethan felt his ego heighten. He couldn’t believe he, of all people, was making you feel like this. “Can’t..! G-gonna c-um..!” You whined before feeling your cock twitch, letting out a large sticky load all over your chest. Ethan couldn’t hold back either, feeling your hole clench around him, he had to cum. He had to cum inside you so badly. His thrusts became sloppier as he let out load grunts. With one last thrust, he finally came undone inside you. His hands gripped tighter on your waist, almost leaving a bruise as he completely emptied himself. You, as well, let out a loud moan, feeling his hot cum fill you up.

After a moment of catching both your breaths, he finally slid himself out, his cock now softening. He looked at you, your tired expression. He had to hold himself back from pampering you with loads of kisses. He couldn’t reveal himself to you as Ghostface. Not yet.

“you’ve earned another chance at life. don’t waste it.” He said, fixing his pants. He got up, giving you one last look before leaving the room, leaving you unharmed. He felt bad, but he knew he’d make it up to you later. This time as himself. How he’d explain the video of himself beat up when he saw you? well.. he wasn’t exactly sure, but he’d think of something.

[chishiyainborderlands]

car crashes and hand kisses || takeru & aguni

Hatter | Takeru Danma & Morizono Aguni x Male!Reader

⚠ Pre-Borderlands AU ⚠

- Takeru Danma x Male!Reader and Morizono Aguni x Male!Reader because why choose when you can date both :) !!

- summary ; being friends with Aguni and Takeru was great, but you were hiding the biggest crush on them. at least, you thought you were. the two clearly knew, they just didn't say anything or let you know they knew. but when you're late to meet up with them, they knew something was wrong. that's when they get a call from the hospital, and are told you've been in a car crash. they arrive only to meet a doped up (y/n), who definitely doesn't have a filter.

- A/N ; I have no knowledge about Hospitals, everything here is either made up or I looked it up (i.e. hospital name.. kinda just looked up the best rated hospital in Shibuya). Also reader is around mid-late twenties, Aguni is 36 and Takeru is 41 (Took these ages from an article, pretty sure its just the actors ages but honestly I like it for them :)). Please enjoy, and feel free to request something. If I like it, I'll write it to my best abilities! Also.. there might be mistakes idk i barely proofread :)

Takeru and Aguni were hanging out at Takeru’s Hat shop, humming softly as Aguni tried on hats while Takeru leaned against the door frame. He was watching the people walk and looking at all the cars. The two were waiting for (Y/N), who was coming back from a week long trip with his family— his family’s idea and not his, (Y/N) said. So (Y/N) texted them a bit ago saying that he was driving over. That was 30 minutes ago, so he should be here by now. “Has (Y/N) texted you?” Aguni asked, glancing over at his friend. Takeru pulled out his phone, which already had (Y/N)’s contact open. Nope. Still his message that said he was on his way. “Not yet.. Maybe he got stuck in traffic?” Takeru muttered, before he suddenly got a call from an unknown number.

He pulls away and walks over to the counter, leaning against that as he answered it. “Hello?” He asked, humming softly as his hand rested against the edge of the the counter. “Yes, Hello. Is this Takeru Danma?” a female voice asked on the other end of the voice. He raised an eyebrow as he made eye contact with Aguni, glancing at him “Yeah this is he, can I ask who this is?” he said.

“Yes. I’m calling from Yoyogi Byoin Seishinka Day Care. Our patient (Y/N) (L/N) was in a car crash. He listed you as his emergency contact.” She said calmly, and Takeru’s eyes widened— gripping onto the counter. “(Y/N) was in a crash-?” He asked, as Aguni’s eyes widened as well and walked over closer to Takeru. “Yes sir. He was stable enough that he requested you come instead of his family. You and.. a Morizono Aguni— his secondary emergency contact.”

Takeru closed his eyes, calming down his heart “Yeah. We’ll be right there” He said and shut his phone off. “What’s wrong? (Y/N) got in a crash?!” Aguni asked quickly, and Takeru started closing down the shop. “Yeah, Lady said that we’re listed as his emergency contacts. He wanted us to come instead of his family” He said as he grabbed his hat from Aguni and put it on him. “Us?” Aguni questioned, and Takeru called for a cab. “Yes! Us– We can ask him about that later. Right now, we need to get it Yoyogi Byoin Seishinka.” He said and the two got into the cab that pulled up

They arrived at the hospital. Takeru rushed in, Aguni just right behind him as they walked up to the front. “We’re here to see (Y/N) (L/N). I’m Takeru and he’s Aguni.” He said quickly. The lady nodded, “Yes, I spoke to you on the phone. He’s currently getting situated but you can see him in a moment. But he will be on pain meds, so he won't be all there.” She explained, and Aguni sighed but nodded. “C’mon, lets go wait.” He said, grabbing Takeru’s arm and they walked to the waiting room.

It was probably over an hour they had to wait. Aguni was leaning against the chair, arms crossed as he watched everyone. Takeru had his hat lowered slightly but he was doing the same, his leg bouncing and hitting Aguni every so often. Both worried out of their minds for their friend. They both were thinking the same thing, realizing how quickly the younger male wormed their way into their hearts to make them this worried.

“Mr Takeru and Morizono? Mr (L/N) is ready to see you, but he is under pain medication right now.” A Nurse -said and both men stood up quickly. “Uh yeah, we were told.” Aguni muttered but the two followed after the Nurse.

They arrived at (Y/N)’s room and the Nurse knocked on the open door. “Mr (L/N)? Your friends are here to see you.” she said as she let the two walk in, before leaving. (Y/N) was lying in the hospital bed, with a few cuts and bruises on his body and face, but otherwise he was fine. There were also bandages wrapped around his bicep. His eyes lit up “Mori! Takeru! You made it!” He said, giggling softly as he leaned forward and reached out for him. Aguni stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder to push him back, “Hey.. Careful. You might fall..” He said softly, and (Y/N) just smiled up at him. Takeru pulled up a chair to sit next to the bed by his side, “Hey Kid, how are you feeling?” He asked. (Y/N) frowned, “Y’know I hate it when you call me that… ‘M not a kid” He said and crossed his arms. Takeru just laughs softly, “Right.. Right. Sunshine, how are you feeling?” He asked.

He grinned, “Everything used to hurt, but now it doesn’t! And I get to see my two bestest friends.. and crushes. But Shh” He said, covering his lips with his finger. Aguni just raised an eyebrow as Takeru laughed again. “Hey, (Y/N). I was wondering. Why were we listed as your Emergency Contacts? Why us and not your sibling or your parents?” Aguni asked, tilting his head.

(Y/N) thought for a moment before humming. “Because I’d rather the two people I care about most to be by my side.. I mean yeah my sib would be so worried but.. Dunno about mom and pops. Want you guys..” He mumbled and eyes flickering up to Takeru- then Aguni. His breath hitched as he heard that, but (Y/N) quickly smiled again. “Mm.. sorry I got in a wreck. I know we were supposed to hang out today.. Some asshole ran the light and ran into me..” He muttered and closed his eyes.

“Don’t apologize for gettin’ in a fuckin wreck Ki- (Y/N). Wasn’t your fault.” Aguni said and Takeru hummed, “Y’know what? I’m gonna go get us snacks. I’ll get your guys’ faves, so don’t worry '' He said, getting up and winking at Aguni before leaving. Aguni watched as his friend left, confused but he took his spot. (Y/N) turned and looked at him, laying back on the bed. “I’m.. glad you guys came though..” He muttered and Aguni gave a small smile “Of course we would. Like you said, we’re your friends. And we care about you too..” He said softly, to which (Y/N) blushed and smiled. He reached out and grabbed Aguni’s hand, and started playing with his fingers. Aguni was surprised by his action, but he didn’t pull away.

(Y/N) sighed softly, “Mm.. I wish it was as my boyfriends though. Not as my best friend” He admits quietly, and Aguni choked on his spit for a second, before clearing his throat. “Oh.. yeah?” He asked quietly. (Y/N) giggles and pulls his hand close to his lips, looking up to meet Aguni’s gaze and kisses his knuckles “Mhm.. Don’t you guys know that I fell in love with you two? Could never choose, I like both of you.” He said, “But that’s still a secret.” He muttered, eyes fluttering slightly and yawned.

Aguni cleared his throat, “Get some rest okay?” He asked quietly and (Y/N) whined softly, “But.. What if you’re gone when I wake up? What if this was a dream..” He mutters. Aguni chuckles and leaned forward to kiss the top of his head, “Don’t worry. We’ll be here when you wake up.” He mutters before pulling him and his hand away. (Y/N) huffed but started immediately falling asleep from the drugs. Aguni stared down at him before he heard a shuffle behind him, turning to see Takeru standing in the doorway. He was holding up his phone, clearly recording the interaction with a snack bag in his hand.

“Your cheeks are red, by the way Mori” Takeru said with a cheeky grin as Aguni’s face reddened more, glaring as he walked over to take his phone but Takeru pulled it away. “Nuh-uh! This is going in the vault. (Y/N) was adorable, and a cheeky lil thing. I mean, kissing your hand? What a bold move, and you liked it” Takeru said with a grin, but there was a hint of slight jealousy— and Aguni caught it. He smirked, “You just wish it was you.” He said and walked past him back to the waiting room. Takeru followed after him, cheeks heating up ever so slightly as he called after him, “Hey! Come back here!”

It was a few hours, but Aguni kept his promise and they stayed for the whole time. Mostly they talked with each other but then the Nurse came back, “He’s awake, more level headed and asking for the both of you again” He said, and both of them got up- Takeru leading the way once more as they walked into the room. “Oh- Hey guys” (Y/N) said with a slight wave. Aguni just nodded at him, still thinking about earlier. Takeru grinned as he sat down and held out his hand. Aguni coughed as he looked away and (Y/N) furrowed his eyebrow, “What.. the fuck are you doing?” He asked. Takeru just quirked an eyebrow up and hummed, “What? I just expect equal treatment. If you kiss Aguni’s hand, do you not want to kiss mine?” He asked.

Aguni coughed harder this time as (Y/N)’s face went red “what?” He managed to get out and Takeru hummed. He pulled his hand away only to pull out his phone, showing only the clip where (Y/N) grabbed Aguni’s hand and kissed his knuckles, making eye contact. “Are you saying that you favor Aguni over me?” Takeru pouts, as Aguni groans. “Takeru..” he muttered. But (Y/N) just grumbles, grabbing Takeru’s wrist holding the phone and pulled it close.

He took Takeru’s phone out of his hand and made eye contact with him, eyes squinting slightly as he pulled his hand close and kissed his knuckles. But his face was extremely red despite his casual attitude to his actions. Takeru grinned widely as (Y/N) let go of his hand. He leaned back, turning to Aguni and holding up the back of his hand. “See? I got one too” He said, and both Aguni and Takeru rolled their eyes

(Y/N) just smiles and shook his head, “Anyways.. Thanks for coming guys. I.. I appreciate it.�� He said, and Aguni nods. “Of course, we’re friends.” He said, and Takeru nodded, “Yeah. We care about you.” He said, making (Y/N) blush. “Once I get out of here, can we head get some Ice Cream? I’m really craving it.” He said, and Takeru barked out a laughter. “Yeah (Y/N), we can get some Ice cream.” He said.

[makkisnothere]

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›[ Mackenzie's POV ]‹

I'm a 27 year old business CEO of my father's company.. and right now I'm dealin with crisis.

"Right. Thanks kai.. I'm close, tell them to wait for a few more minutes" I said and drove fast because of a business meeting. I sighed in disappointment after forgetting to set my alarm yesterday.. And now here I am, late again.

"Fucking drive faster!!"

I yelled out towards the other cars in front of me.. it's not like they can hear me anyway. And thank god a few minutes later, I had finally arrived to our building and was greeted by a panicking sister in law.

"Mack hurry up! Your dad and the others are waiting for you already"

"I know I know I'm going now" I told violette the girlfriend of my cousin, and headed inside the elevator.. I sighed entering the room as I saw dad's worried face.

"good morning everybody, pardon me if I'm late.. shall we start the meeting now?" I asked as they all nodded.

30 minutes later..

The meeting is now over and dad's lecturing me again because of what happened earlier..

"Princess you can't just be late as always! You're the CEO and the future handler of this company soon!" I cringed out of my dad's way of calling me, and his unending lecture making me scoff in irritation.

"Dad.. Why can't you just ask Jade?"

"Mackenzie you must understand that jade is already married and is now busy with her husband, as well as your older brother. You're the only one left to inherit this business and make it all grow"

"Kai's there though.. why don't you ask him instead, if Jade's already busy with her husband?"

"Mackenzie are you serious?" Kai looked at me unimpressed of what I said.

"Do I look like I'm kidding kai?" I said as I rolled my eyes in annoyance.. I heard my dad sigh, making me glance up again at him.

"Mack.. I know you don't like the thought of handling our business, but at least do this as a little life time help for your father instead.. " My dad said disappointed, walking out of the room..

After a few minutes I stood up and was about to leave the room, when suddenly my cousin stopped me.

"Stop being stubborn for once Mackenzie! This business will benefit you!" He yelled pissing me off, making me turn to look at him with a glare.

"Do you fucking think I want those benefits kai? No. You can fucking get them instead, I can live on my own without this business."

"stop being arrogant and ignorant for once!! at least help your dad as a return of raising you!"

Kai said that made me chuckle sarcastically and glared at him..

"...raised me? was he there when I was getting hit by my fucking stupid stepmother..? No Kai.. so stop fucking telling me what to do because you don't even know half of me nor half of my story.." I said as I continued walking out of the room, And immediately went inside the elevator to the ground floor.

I drove back to my condominium, layed down on my mattress and took my phone out..

I was busy scrolling through Instagram when suddenly *Ding* and saw a notification message from an unknown number.

❛❛ New notification from Unknown number : Aye bestie bitch! Where the fuck are you already!? >:P ❜❜

I looked at the new notification with disbelief, is this for me? Can't be. I don't have friends. Also damn.. what a weird way to text someone with childish emoticons.. It wouldn't be bad to text back, right?

Yeah i guess so..

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𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 : Aye bestie bitch, where the fuck are you already? >:P

Mackenzie : I think you texted the wrong person..

𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 : Huh? Wdym?

Mackenzie : you saw it right weirdo, tryna check the number you sent a text to..

𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 : eh- EHH?? I'm sorry³ I guess I miss typed nica's number ;^;

Mackenzie : that's alright,may I know who you are..?

𝙐𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣 : Oh- Daphne!! But please do call me Sunny instead :3

Mackenzie : Sunny? Why that if you could just use your name?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : Oh uhm– it's nothing serious! I'm just more used to that nickname..

𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙙.

Mackenzie : Ah is that so.. well then can I know the reason why? It's alright if you wouldn't tell me.

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : welllll my grandfather with Alzheimer used to call me sunny.. He said it fits my personality, but actually he just forgot who I was.

Mackenzie : Ahh understandable..

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : Hbu? What's YOUR name stranger? C:

Mackenzie : Mackenzie but do call me mack instead. Or whatever.

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : ooh- i see, welp I gtg now!! chat you later or tmr or whenever.. buh bye!! :33

Mackenzie : Yep, bye

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Damn she's weird.. maybe she's a kid or something? Ahh whatever.. Let's just sleep

I thought to myself as I changed clothes to a comfy ones and slept.

[ 6:30am in the morning ]

I just woke up and got up to do my usual routine.. after finishing, I headed downstairs with my phone as I put it down on the kitchen counter and made myself a breakfast.

That's fucking weird.. I couldn't forget about the weird kid.. Dang- curiosity kills the cat Mackenzie..

I thought to myself and continued cooking. After finishing a few minutes I sat down on my chair and started eating peacefully.

I couldn't focus on my food and kept staring at my phone.. when suddenly it made a sound, initiating that I have a new notification.

I quickly sat my utensils down and quickly checked my phone as I groaned in annoyance and disappointment.

❛❛ New notification from Dumbass: hey mack, there's an unexpected guest later.. Sharp 10, Don't be late. ❜❜

I read the notification before sighing heavily, as i put my phone down again on the table.

"why am I even expecting for that kid to message me again..? Aghh whatever.. She's just so.. Suspicious "

I said, sighing again and quickly shook my thoughts off and continued eating my breakfast before going upstairs to get ready for the meeting.

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I sat there in front of the meeting table as i tried focusing on what the guests were saying, but my thoughts seemed to be flooded by the thoughts about the kid I had texted yesterday.

Is she really a kid..? Though who the fuck would let kids cuss and randomly go out with friends without a guide? Probably some careless parents.. Or maybe teens?

I sighed my thoughts off and focused on the meeting, leaning forward on the table to show some 'interests' on what they were talking even if I'm not interested at all.

My little leaning action caught the people off guard, even my father had a small smile in his face after I seemed to show a little appreciation in the meeting.

Hah Bitches. Keep dreaming. As if I'd actually enjoy these shits

After half an hour of hell, the meeting had finally come to an end making me sigh in relief and mutter a 'finally' under my breath quietly for them not to hear.

"That's a good improvement Mack, probably got out from your senses?" Kai said making me chuckle sarcastically.

"Fuck off" i responded as I glared at my cousin, and walking pass them and my father before he even says something.

I quickly head and walked down the stairs knowing people will probably use the elevator, and fuck them I don't even wanna be in a place with them.

Shoving all off my negative thoughts aside, i hurriedly walked towards my car and just sat there while the air conditioner is on. My back resting on the seat as i just sat there in silence when suddenly my phone made a noise indicating i have a new notification again.

Groaning in annoyance at the thought of my cousin telling me nonsense again, yet still i grudgingly tried reaching for my phone in my pocket and opened it up to check the notification.

My eyes widened up as I sat properly, a small stupid smile formed in my lips as I saw the kid texted me.

❛❛ New notification from weird kid: hello mack, i was told to apologize to you because of yesterday's event :33 ❜❜

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𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : hello Mack, i was told to apologize to you because of yesterday's event :33

Mackenzie : Ah i see, told huh? btw I've got a question.

Is it good to ask about it now? Would it offend her? Nevermind. Fuck it.

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : ooh what is it?

Mackenzie : how old are you?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : I'm 23 :)

Mackenzie : I'm serious, how old really are you?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : I'm not joking dummy, I'm actually 23 :))

Mackenzie : proof?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : Hmm where do you live? Maybe we can meet at a cafe or maybe restaurant if you're near! Or maybe a call instead if we're far apart ;)

This person is fishy.. should I give my house address? Of course not I'm not that stupid.. I'll give her my old condo address instead

I thought to myself feeling quite smart at my idea.

Mackenzie : I live in --- condominium, why?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : whaaaat? Reaaaally?

Mackenzie: yeah seriously, why?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : Lucky coincidence! Nica lives there too! Second floor condo! And there's a cat cafe near there riiiiiiight?

Maybe she isn't lying? She knows the cafe there..

Mackenzie : Yeah there is, why?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : maybe we could meet there!

Mackenzie: ahh alright then, but when?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : hmm..

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : oh how about tomorrow afternoon? At 12:30pm before I go to the vet clinic if you're available!

Mackenzie : you work at a vet clinic?

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : Yeppp >:33

Mackenzie : yeah right, I might as well need a proof on that kid.

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : you have some trust issues huh? But alright I'll give you a proof once we meet tomorrow!!

Trust issues? More like just being careful! Okay– maybe she's right.

Mackenzie : Aight, cya tomorrow then.

𝘿𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙣𝙚 : cyaaaa >:3

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I feel like this is a scam.. I'll just bring my pocket knife with me then, just in case I need it..

I sighed softly as i finally decide to drive off to my house to finish my shitty papers.

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First chapter complete!!

[vilsoo]

WANNA PLAY PSYCHO KILLER?⌇ghostface!eren jaeger

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WORD COUNT : 6,219

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 SYNOPSIS : as you were getting ready for a horror movie night, you receive a call from your ex-fwb, eren, reminiscing about you being his perfect little fucktoy before your new boyfriend. but all that sweet talking, nostalgia, and reminiscing suddenly takes an ominous, dark turn…

｡ﾟ･ 𖤐 WARNINGS : home invasion, dubcon, yandere, slight stalking, phone sex, jealousy, implied infidelity, chase scene, blackmailing, slight knife play, many plot twists. do not interact if you are uncomfortable with dark content. ⚠︎

inspired by augustinthewinter’s nsfw audio but with more darkness and intensity.

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You and your boyfriend love when October arrives. The Autumn weather dropping cooler, the shimmering mass of cornelian leaves flittering around, and of course the Halloween thrill. Venturing haunted houses, baking cookies, eating candy, drinking pumpkin spiced lattes, watching classic horror movies, decorating, dressing up, and shopping at Spirit Halloween. Although you were excited to dress up and go all out with your boyfriend this Halloween, you both decided on a much better option— staying indoors to watch a horror movie while eating some Halloween cookies.

You’ve been talking to this man for almost six months until you finally made it official the other day. This will be your first time spending Halloween home alone together and you already know what’s about to go down. You couldn’t contain the excitement stirring in your stomach. After cleaning the house, baking the cookies, and arranging everything neatly, you went back to your room to get ready before he arrives.

After finishing up in your bathroom, you walk over to your phone charging on your bedroom floor and wait for it to turn on, checking for any new texts or notifications. Sadly, your boyfriend hasn’t texted back yet. While you were lingering on your phone, your screen suddenly fades to an incoming call from an unknown number. You analyzed the number and instantly recognized that the area code matches yours. Perhaps it was a number from some acquaintance that you forgot to save. Feeling a bit skeptical, you unplugged your phone and took it with you to sit down on the bed and answer.

You sighed and held your phone against your ear. “Hello?”

“Hi… It’s been a minute, right?”

Just after hearing that voice, your body fell frozen like a deer caught in headlights. That spine-chilling, sultry, warm voice that sends your heart pounding erratically and leaves you breathless. You could feel your stomach twisting and your lungs tightening. The excitement you were feeling awhile ago had now became this gut-wrenching and unsettling mood. All because of a phone call from a man you used to fuck around with…

“Eren...?” you fretted. “Why are you calling me?”

“Well, I saw your story on Instagram just now. So you guys are, like, official now?”

You frowned, thinking about your entire Instagram story from today until you realized he was talking about the most recent one: you and your boyfriend with cute candid pics layered like a collage along with your favorite song playing.

“…Why does that matter to you?”

“‘Cuz… I just wanted to congratulate you two,” Eren hefted a chuckle, then sighing deeply from making the situation slightly awkward awhile after. “You know— for some reason, just seeing that after rapidly tapping through other boring stories… I really shouldn’t be this fucking pissed.”

“Are you fucking serious? We literally established before there are no strings attached. You know what— honestly, this call was a waste of time. I’m gonna go.”

“So why’d you answer anyways, sweetheart?” Eren cooed as if he was teasing you, the same way he used to tease you before with the allure in his voice.

You chewed on your bottom lip. “Because… I didn’t know who you were… I unsaved you from my contacts because, you know…”

You hear him chuckle across the line and your stomach felt like it was all tied up in knots. “Fine, I guess I’ll take that. But back to what I was talking about earlier… your Instagram story, right? Those photos of you and your new man, smiling together and having his arm around you… You know, speaking of photos— I’m looking at a really cute photo of you right now. Can you guess which one?”

“Eren, please... I really shouldn’t be talking to you right now. And why do you still have those photos of me?”

“For momentums, of course,” he coaxed. “What do you think I’m gonna do, send ‘em to your boyfriend? You think I’m that kind of asshole?”

“No! No, I never said that… But— but which photo is it?” you faltered, suddenly thinking back on the wildness you and Eren had together as a fling.

“The fact that you asked,” he sneered. “We took a lot, I know… There’s a whole bunch of photos and videos of us still in my camera roll. But it’s the one of you on your kitchen floor… with your ass in the air and my cock in your mouth.”

You remembered it. You can even visualize it so clearly. The time when you dragged Eren out of a Halloween party you went together last year, him taking you home and getting it on right at your kitchen. Oh the irony of spending Halloween this year with a different man you genuinely had feelings for and so deeply committed to spend all of your time together.

Across the line, Eren took a moment for staring right at you in the picture in awe, exhaling deeply and feeling his cock throb in his pants. “God… you look so fucking good like this. Such a mess. Your lips just wrapped around me, drooling down my dick… Those pretty eyes looking right up at me and into the camera…”

“Okay, that’s enough. I don’t care how much you miss what we had, but we really shouldn’t be talking right now. I’m sorry, I have to go.”

“Aw, c’mon,” he pouted. “We haven’t talked in months and I can’t check in on my girl? My favorite girl that made me feel like the luckiest man in the planet because you were into me?”

My favorite girl.

After lingering on his words that you knew was supposed to tempt you, your heart felt heavy. “Eren, I’m… I’m not yours. Not anymore.”

“Oh, but deep down you wanted to be.”

Suddenly you fell quiet and immediately hung up. You hated how he knew what you wanted to hear from him. At any given moment, his way of words with you had you laced onto him stronger than any drug or wine. It’s as if he can read every thought, every insecurity, every assumption of yours and affirm them so sweetly to you with everything you wanted to hear. He was, after all, a man that could go on days with the most titillating words of affirmation… And he made you feel like the most beautiful, cherished woman on the planet because of it. No matter how complicated the circumstances were back then.

After walking away from your phone, feeling your body growing hotter from the agitation, it started ringing again. You were praying that it was your boyfriend this time, but it was still Eren’s number. You sighed in exasperation knowing he’s still gonna blow up your phone with more calls until you answer. You needed to keep your phone on just in case your boyfriend calls or texts back. To make things simpler for you, you blocked Eren’s number and pretended nothing happened.

There was finally silence. Your excitement had channeled in again as you headed downstairs, approaching the kitchen to leave your phone on the counter and grabbing a drink from the fridge. You couldn’t wait any longer for your boyfriend to come. But for some reason, he wasn’t answering your texts or calls and it’s been three hours. That worrisome, agitating feeling was swirling in your stomach, thinking about what was going on with your man until you were suddenly startled by your landline phone ringing. And that landline phone hardly ever rings… you even forgot that you still had it.

You were starting to grow paranoid. After slowly walking by the corner of the counter where the landline phone kept ringing, you checked the screen for the number and your shoulders dropped in disbelief. You immediately recognized that it was still Eren, trying to phone you through a number you never even gave out in your life. You’ve never imagined this man to be this fucking desperate just to talk to you. It made you wholeheartedly regret posting on your story about your new boyfriend.

Out of spite, you pick up the phone. “Oh my fucking god, Eren. Is this a fucking prank?! What do you want?”

“I want you to not hang up on me, Y/N.” The tone in Eren’s voice became more terse and ominous, as if he was making a threat.

You took it as a bluff and scoffed. “Or what?”

“I’ll send all 200 of our photos to your boyfriend. He’ll never find out how long ago it was. You won’t even be able to explain yourself. And I know… I know, deep down… you still never told him about me. And how long ago have you been talking? We used to be seeing each other a lot while he was still trying to get to know you. Remember, babe?”

It felt as if something got caught on your throat after realizing that Eren suddenly set you up by blackmailing you. At first, it felt unbelievable. This entire phone call through a goddamn landline phone, especially so out of the blue, was just fucking surreal. But mentioning that he can easily send all the photos to your boyfriend felt slightly troubling. You know how playful and sarcastic this man can get at times to the point it leaves you in a feeling of uncertainty. You liked playing along with his jokes and pranks, but he would never reject even a simple dare. Say that Eren won’t do it, and he’ll do it right there and then. You didn’t want to prompt him further.

“Yes, I… I remember. But— I thought you said to me earlier you would never send those photos to him… Not even to anyone. That you weren’t that kind of asshole.”

“Aw. You’re fighting really hard for this relationship even when it just started. I can give you that. But, you know… I’m just that fucking desperate! I really don’t give a shit about your boyfriend, Y/N. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve missed being around you.”

All you did was remain silent, dwelling and pondering into the many memories with him that were buried deep in your mind. Nostalgia has never felt so soul damaging, thinking to yourself that this was all just a regression of a past life you once lived. That special day on October last year, those seven months you spent together going forth…

“He doesn’t have to know anything,” he continued, “that is, if you don’t hang up on me again… But after thinking back at everything, I just realized how naive the poor guy is. I mean, it’s not like you were doing anything wrong. You were just starting to see him at that time. It’s not like you guys were exclusive… yet. But he never knew. Oh, he never fucking knew— what was going down after those five to six dates with him.”

“Eren…”

“I bet he felt all nervous during those dates. I mean— how could he not, going out with you? But just imagine how excited he felt when you admitted you wanted to keep seeing him. Probably thinking, ‘Oh, she really likes me. Maybe this is gonna turn into a real thing…’ But he didn’t know anything, did he?”

Your heart sunk to your stomach when you immediately knew where this was going.

“Remember after he took you to Horrorland on Saturday, I was fucking you stupid on Sunday…?That literally happened. You even told me your legs were too sore from all that walking, and you couldn’t ride me like you wanted to. So I just let you lay on your stomach and I pounded you prone… letting me take care of you by burying my face into you from behind, eating your pussy and your ass until you came. Then fucking you hard into the mattress until you came again.”

All the flashbacks with him you forced yourself to forget were suddenly flooding back in like an unwelcome guest. As you stare off onto the floor, all you could think of was Eren. When you shut your eyes for an instant, you can see him in the depths of your mind. When you inhale deeply through your nose, you immediately take in Eren’s scent. That addicting, earthy, yet titillating aroma of his that blossomed in your body like wildfire. Everything you had to bury away about Eren Jaeger now came back, haunting the vulnerable corners of your mind you felt utterly vanquished. It was proof that he could never leave you.

“You still there?” he chimed in suddenly with a chuckle. “C’mon, I wanna hear from you. I know you miss it. I know that you miss the way I make you feel whenever I had you… Because I do. Fuck, I miss how your pussy tastes. I miss getting you all over my mouth and chin. The way I held you down so you wouldn’t squirm away, fingering you and eating you out so good that you squirted for the first time. Fuck, that was so hot… So glad I got some of it on camera.”

You couldn’t reply with anything. It was as if your brain was on a different planet, lingering on all those flashbacks and memories as Eren reminisced. Deep down, you really did miss everything you had. Deep down, you really were aroused by him speaking to you like this again, hearing his sultry voice over the phone that gets you weak in the knees. If temptation were a person, it was Eren himself. If an orgasm from a man was unreachable, Eren wouldn’t exist in this world.

“Fine! Jesus, I miss it, okay?” you spluttered, rubbing your eyes from feeling flustered and ashamed for admitting such a dark truth. “What we had, Eren… I miss it all so much. I may love being treated like a princess by the man who’s now my boyfriend in the day, but being treated like a whore by you at night… I miss that the most. He doesn’t eat me out the way you do, he doesn’t make me come more than once like you made me…”

Eren smirked in amusement, lightly scoffing after hearing what he’s been dying to hear all day out of you. “You don’t have to sound so embarrassed about it, baby. Like I said, he doesn’t have to know anything going on right now... But I do find it really sad— pathetic, even— that he can’t make you come like I do. Looks like I have to show him how it’s done.”

You suddenly froze after hearing the last few words. “Wait, what?”

“You’re in your kitchen, right? Remember when I picked you up and put you onto the kitchen island where I ate you out? I want you to sit on that same exact edge again, lay down, and just rub that pussy for me…”

Suddenly you snapped back into reality after hearing his absurd request. “Are you fucking insane?! I’m not having phone sex with you, Eren. I’m not!”

“Why, is your boyfriend coming over? Is that why you wanted to leave so bad?”

Your heart suddenly raced. There was absolutely no reason for him to know your business, so you decided to lie. “No— no… It’s just, you can’t fucking make me have phone sex with you right now. It’s not gonna happen.”

“Hm… Okay. You wanna bet on that, then?” the man provoked with a deep chuckle. “I know you so well, Y/N. You can deny to me all you want but I know you’re turned on by this. I know how fucking wet you get just listening to my voice from our late night phone calls before… Now, do what I fucking say if you don’t want your boyfriend to find out. Lay down on that counter, baby.”

Your heart felt heavy again. This was all so wrong; having phone sex behind your boyfriend’s back with your ex-fling, the man you had a situationship with for seven months. Longer than the months you and your boyfriend have been talking. What else felt so wrong and shameful was that Eren isn’t wrong— you really were turned on by him talking to you like this again. Your cunt has been furtively throbbing at the allure in his voice and the lingering flashbacks…

Overwhelmed by everything, you put the phone down to lift yourself up onto your kitchen island. Then you slip off your pajama bottoms, dropping them to the floor and slowly lying down on the counter. With your legs spread open and the phone in your non-dominant hand, your other hand lightly grazes your swollen cunt through your panties, your breathing growing heavy just feeling yourself at how soaked you were.

“You know— I’ve been stroking my cock this whole week thinking about you,” Eren sighed out. “Fuck, I’m so hard for you right now… Please, just rub that pretty little clit for me. I want you to feel good— I wanna hear every moan, every whine— everything over the phone... Just by listening to me.”

You were no longer in control of the situation. In the midst of your state of arousal, your fingers slipped inside your panties and chafed against your swollen clit, your body caving into the sensation. Your eyes shut, your back arching, and the phone against your ear with your mouth agape. Eren can hear your small sighs and your heavy breathing, driving him to stroke his cock harder. You can hear him, too— the slickness of his cock and his soft exhales. Remembering all those times where he would be leaking precum from how much you teased him... As you were lost in your own dark, forbidden desire for Eren, the sounds of your pussy juices became louder.

“That’s it, baby. Just fuck that pussy for me,” he kept cooing. “Fuck, I’d do anything to see you playing with yourself right now. Think of how nice my fingers felt inside you… stroking your g-spot that night after your boyfriend took you on your little art museum date…”

You kept moaning and whining, a small smile creeping at the corner of your lips. There was no way out after hearing Eren subtly groaning from stroking himself in your ears, a blissful reminder of how crazy you drive this man. You loved how vocal he was with you and his dirty talking always sent you delirious. Orgasm after orgasm, just by degrading you into your ears while pinning you down, then praising you for taking him so well.

“Oh, please—! Please, Eren— Tell me more,” you moaned out as you fingered yourself. The more eager you were, the more you pulsed around your fingers, wanting to thrust into your pussy faster.

You hear him chuckle again over the phone. “You want to hear more now, huh?”

“Fuck— yes, please! I need to cum to your voice again, you know I fucking love that,” you whined to him.

“That’s what I wanna hear, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me… Keep fucking that pussy for me, I don’t want you to stop.”

You threw your head back as you were lost in your own pleasure, the landline phone falling out of your grip. You had no care in the world, no care for your situation— all you did was embrace those heated flashbacks and the nostalgia. Everything you did together months ago, from the sweet princess treatment to the messy whore treatment, was when your life felt perfectly balanced and you had no worries about anything. Maybe a couple pregnancy scares from Eren, but whatever happens, happens. He was just obsessed with the feeling of being around you just as you were. Manhandling you, molding your cunt every night as the shape of his cock, breeding you constantly that you felt him in your guts for a week straight before…

“Oh yeah, you remember that time when I let you hang your head off my bed so I could use that perfect throat of yours?”

“Yes… Oh, god— that was fucking hot…”

“Right? Fuck, I remember like it was yesterday. Just training your little throat so you could handle my size, especially while I was rubbing and fingering your pussy? You kept moaning and humming on my cock like the little slut you are… I’ll never forget that. How I made you into my fucking perfect little slut… Say it— I want you to say you’re my perfect little slut.”

“I’m— I’m your…”

Suddenly, your phone started ringing on the dinner table it made you flinch. You quickly glanced at the screen and see that it was your boyfriend. What made matters worse was that Siri read his contact name out loud as your phone kept ringing. Sliding off the counter, you rush to the table and tried to mute your phone but his call suddenly faded away. Then, you realized you were much more screwed now.

“You have one unheard message,” said Siri in the living room, loud and clear that Eren in the other line could hear. “Hey, you weren’t answering but I know your voicemails get through because you have this thingy in your house that can automatically play voicemails out loud. But anyways, I’m nearby, I’m gonna be there in like five minutes. I can’t wait to see you tonight, babe.”

And silence.

A long, unsettling silence as you sauntered back to the kitchen island and staring down at the phone, your heart erratically racing faster. Suddenly, all that built-up arousal and your skyrocketing sex drive vanished, which felt oddly anticlimactic.

“…You fucking liar,” Eren chastised over the landline phone. “You said he wasn’t coming over.”

You grabbed your pants off the floor and slid them back on, then grabbed the landline phone to your ear. “So what if he’s coming over? Look, I know we were in the middle of something, but… I’m sorry, Eren. Besides, we just became official yesterday, it’s not really cheating… And I know you can keep secrets...”

“You want to know something, Y/N?” he spoke more terse again, making you frown in consternation. “I was actually watching you this whole time… when you fingered yourself on the kitchen island.”

You scoffed, almost holding back a chuckle from his bluffs. Sometimes you couldn’t take him seriously. “Oh wow, really? At least you enjoyed it, because this is seriously the last time I ever wanna fucking hear from you, Eren. Leave me and my boyfriend alone.”

“Aw, but how can I leave you alone? Especially with those cute Halloween pajamas you got on right now, and the black laced thong I saw you wearing earlier…?”

Just as you were about to leave the kitchen, your movements suddenly freeze at his haunting, unsettling words. It felt as if the walls in your body were closing in on you, making it difficult to breathe. There was an uncontrolled staccato rhythmic in your chest and this ache in your muscles from every nerve in your body suddenly high in alert and soaring adrenaline. You slowly drift your gaze to the sliding door behind you, moving none of your limbs except your teary eyes, which were widening in horror after staring into the darkness outside. Obviously you couldn’t see anything, but there was this immense amount of panic thrashing in your brain. You were on high alert of every sound and every movement in your house, all alone at night while waiting for your boyfriend to come over. What you thought would be a pleasant night was not other than an experience of starring in your very own slasher horror movie.

“I won’t be showing myself yet, sweetheart,” Eren mused in the phone, hefting another chuckle. “I won’t even tell you if I’m inside your house or not. But after lying to me… I decided to switch up our little game a bit.”

“. . .Game?” you uttered weakly. “You never said… this was a fucking game…”

“Oh, it is now. C’mon, Y/N— you should already know I love games. The game earlier was supposed to be a harmless little parting gift from me that you can easily win; if I made you cum over the phone, I’d leave you alone for the rest of the night. Delete all our photos and videos, too— it would be the last time we’d ever talk. You were doing so good and doing everything I say… But then, when you lied to me that your man wasn’t coming over, you screwed everything up. It’s time I just let it out of my fucking system.”

“No, no, please— Please, Eren,” you begged, feeling your nose and face burning from holding back your tears. “Don’t ruin this, please. I’ll do anything you want, just stay away from him… He’s not apart of this.”

“You’ve already given me what I want. The best seven months I ever had with you. But… something wasn’t quite right to me, you know? It just— it wasn’t fucking fair that… another man is also making you cum. He spoils you with everything you could ever want. And while I give you throat training, he gets to fucking benefit from all that. Every time I see you two together, it fucking pisses me off.”

At this point, you started trembling. As you leaned against the counter, you slid yourself down and sat on the floor in misery. There was this nauseating pit of anxiety and stress gutting your vulnerable state like a fish. After how long it’s been, this was what Eren has been suppressing this whole time. His underlying, forbidden feelings that he had for you.

“Please, Eren. I can’t take this any longer. He’s gonna be here any minute now.”

“I can’t take this either, Y/N. Whenever stuff doesn’t go the way I want to, I tend to handle it… differently. Which is why, tonight… you have more than one surprise waiting for you and your boyfriend.”

When Eren hung up abruptly, the doorbell suddenly rang and your heart leaped. Slowly getting up, you peek over to try and make out the figure behind the door. It wasn’t until the figure knocked and tried peeking through the side windows of your front door.

“Y/N? Babe, I’m here!” your boyfriend called out.

Relieved, you scurried all the way to the door and quickly opened it. The sight of your boyfriend calmed you down for a little bit, knowing that it was him and only him. But you knew something wrong was about to go down and you needed to explain fast.

“Quick, get inside. Hurry!” you urged, dragging him in and swiftly shutting the door, putting all the locks, and closing the blinds.

He frowned at your distress. “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?”

You instantly shut him up with a tight embrace, forcing yourself to calm down with deep inhales and his warmth. “I’m okay, baby. I just need you here with me right now…”

“Aw, poor baby,” he cooed, hugging you tighter and planting kisses on the top of your head. “It’s okay… Did something bad happen? Were you paranoid over something?”

You shook your head, once again overwhelmed. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just so happy you made it.”

“But… you’re shaking right now. And I can feel your heartbeat, too. It’s beating fast,” he spoke in perturbation. “Hey. I know when something’s not right. I want to know what happened.”

When you arched your neck to stare into his eyes, you instantly melted from the way he was gently caressing you. Holding your face, bringing your entire body closer, and rubbing his hands all over trying to ease your stress… He knew how to take care of you with the most genuine, loving affection. An open-minded boyfriend that supported you with love, comfort, trust, support, and everything a girl could ever ask for and deserve. He saw you for you, and loved all of you. That was the slight difference between him and Eren— the way he was committed to pursuing you because you were undeniably the girl of his dreams. He cherished your wildness, your adventurous side, and your amazing personality. You were both very compatible and that was just what you desired.

“Will you kiss me first, baby?” you whispered. “I’ll tell you… if you just reassure me with your kisses. I just miss you so much. I have a lot to say.”

“Of course. Anything for my pretty girl,” he obliged sweetly, inching closer.

My pretty girl.

Your body felt like it was on vibrate when he kisses you, condensed in the tender moment laced with blossoming passion. A soft and gentle kiss from him was soothing enough for the contorting feeling in your stomach. That sinking, paranoid feeling had now subsided as your boyfriend kept caressing you. His hands all over you, dwelling into the kiss, and subtly humming… you love receiving this kind of comfort from him. It gave you this sense of urgency to protect him and cherish him forever.

But you spoke too soon.

Just as you thought everything was fine, you parted away from the kiss and gazed into his eyes again, smiling. It wasn’t until you caught glimpse of something different in your peripheral vision; this shadowy, masked figure standing right behind your boyfriend. Your eyes widened in horror and your body went straight back into panic mode. Then, everything happened in a blink of an eye.

“No!”

Before you knew it, your boyfriend got stabbed in the stomach by a knife from behind. You pant heavily and your vision started to blur from the tears at the unbearable sight of him collapsing to the ground, bleeding everywhere. Your body failed to decide on an immediate response, whether to run from your dying boyfriend or stand still like an idiot. Your mind bears the weight of speeding through every option, every possible source of control, but only slamming sharply into blaming yourself.

You see his figure standing before you holding the knife, all in black cloth with a Ghostface mask. You already knew who it was and you’re left defeated.

I’ve always wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, you recalled in your head when you went shopping at Spirit Halloween with Eren last year. Would you be down for wearing it?

“…Run, please…” your boyfriend uttered weakly on the floor, coughing up blood.

“You heard him,” said Eren, watching him slant his head at you through the mask, and raising his arm where he held the bloody knife.

And you ran. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could, panting heavily and feeling your tears stream down your cheeks. Every corner you turn in your house, Eren would be standing menacingly in your way, urging you to run the opposite direction. You knew it would be dumb to run upstairs. You knew it would be dumb to hide somewhere— hell, there were not a lot of good hiding places. You needed to run. Get out and get help. Call the police and send an ambulance as your boyfriend is still dying on the floor.

When it was silent, you caught glimpse of the landline phone in the kitchen. Standing up from hiding behind the island, you reach out to grab it until you noticed Eren’s gloved hand reaching out before you from the opposite side, smashing it with his knife. And with your poor hand in the way, you screamed in agony from the violent slash in your skin throbbing.

“You fucking piece of shit!” you cried out, almost out of breath. You darted your gaze at the sliding doors for your backyard, dashing towards it and reaching out your unharmed hand to open it. When you see Eren catching up, you swiftly pulled the door back closed, hearing him also groan in pain when you squished his fingers.

Turning back to run with nothing stopping you, you were about to reach the door that leads to the front of your house. But just as you were about to grab the handle, you feel something grabbing your shoulders from behind, pulling you back aggressively onto the ground where you landed painfully on your head and your back. From there, Eren straddled on top of you to prevent from getting up. One gloved hand choked you by the neck and the other gloved hand using the knife to lightly drag it on your bare chest, causing you to shiver.

“You know, for a fucking whore like you— I thought you would love being manhandled and treated so aggressive like this,” Eren chided, tightening the grip on your neck you started suffocating. “But it doesn’t even matter to me anymore. At least I’m being nice enough to save you from the unbearable pain of witnessing me killing your perfect little boyfriend.”

After hearing those words, you knew you were helpless in your situation. The world suddenly fell silent and slow, where you thought about everything in life and how you came so far. Your sweet talking with your boyfriend, all those moments you spent together. As you watch him raise the blade higher in the air, ready to stab you wherever he plans to stab you… everything stopped.

Once again, everything happened in a blink of an eye. You gasped for air when his grip on your neck suddenly became loose, watching in bewilderment and confusion as his unconscious body collapsed. Eren has been stabbed, but through the heart. Your eyes trail up at another figure standing before you; your boyfriend, with one of your knives from the kitchen in his hand.

“Baby!” you exclaimed, jumping up to embrace him and panting in relief. “Oh my god, I’m so happy you’re okay… You saved me!”

But something felt odd to you. And you didn’t know what it was— the nonchalant, lifeless look in his face, his motionless body not even hugging you back, or the fact that he didn’t utter a single word from his mouth. He just kept staring down at the ground, clenching the grip on the knife tighter. And very slowly, you watch as his gaze weakly drifts onto yours, those pupils that used to dilate at the sight of you now lifeless and mundane.

“Baby..?” you uttered, caressing his face. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay. We’re gonna be fine and get you some help, okay? Is your wound still hurting?”

After a long minute of unsettling silence and no response, he abruptly took your hands off his face and clenched his jaw. “Did you really think I was that naive this whole time, Y/N?”

Your heart dropped. “What?”

“Cheating on me with Eren Jaeger. You’ve been seeing him way before we met. I wish you told me sooner about him, even though I suspected the feeling from the start. But I trusted you that one day you were gonna tell me… instead, you go back to his place and keep him as your little secret.”

Your words got caught in your throat and your nose felt as if it was burning, like you were about to cry again. “No, no, please… That was a long time ago before we were official. I was eventually going to tell you about him, I swear! You deserve to know—“

“Liar. You fucking liar. You know— Eren really messed up my plans I had for you. That piece of shit wasn’t supposed to kill you tonight. I was.”

Your eyes widened in horror, slowly backing away. “Wait— what!?”

It wasn’t until he aggressively grabbed your neck to stay in place, inching his face closer to yours. “You’re just a helpless whore good for nothing but a fuck. When I grew suspicious and finally found out about everything you were doing behind my back, I saw red… I did everything for you and now you’re making me get all violent with you. I wanted to kill you for treating me like shit, but now… I think you just have to live with every shitty thing you’ve done. You don’t deserve death yet.”

By now you’re helplessly sobbing, once again trapped in a vulnerable, helpless state with no alternative option of getting you out. He takes the knife and holds it between your faces, just mere inches away. You even hear him sobbing too.

“Look what you made me do,” he sniffled, still holding your face. “You made me kill this helpless man for you… I hope I’ve ruined your Halloween just like you ruined mines. And now you’ll also have to live with the trauma of this night forever.”

And in the blink of an eye… you watch your boyfriend slice through his neck with the knife. It took a moment for you to scream loudly, forcing your eyes shut from endless tears and your heart racing like wildfire, pounding loudly in your ears. You could feel your own blood being forced through your veins with every loud thump of your broken heart. Your face started feeling sticky from his blood getting splattered all over you. You fall to your knees on the ground, trembling and crying out loud in agony, your brain forcing itself to replay everything that just happened…

All alone in the backyard, surrounded by two dead bodies and painful memories… You will never enjoy Halloween as much as you used to anymore.

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[RIDE ANNOUNCER] Please remain seated until the ride comes to a complete stop. Then collect your belongings, watch your head, and step carefully out the vehicle. Don’t forget to dispose your 4D glasses at the bins before you exit. On behalf of all of our crew, thanks for riding with us, and we hope you have a happy and memorable visit here at Horrorland!

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NOTES :: holy shit this fic is so goddamn long… but i had so much fun writing this! happy halloween everyone <33

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nothing left to say

-> SUGAWARA, DAICHI, AKAASHI x GN!READER 

based on request: headcanons for how Sugawara, Daichi, and Akaashi would grieve for the loss of their spouse (so basically they’re widowers because their spouse died suddenly).

THE DAICHI SCENARIO IS A PART TWO TO THIS FIC.

TAGLIST: @h-grangerstudies @bluefaeriefury @bokubonk,@daddyjackfrost, @rain-kissed-clouds, @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner, @serenitycushing, @lovesugawara, @ddalgineun, @milktyama​

⚠⚠⚠ THIS PIECE WILL HAVE MANY TRIGGERS: BLOOD, DEATH, GRIEF, FUNERALS, AND POSSIBLY MORE !! READ WITH CAUTION ⚠

✧ ꜱᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ✧

Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold.

Sugawara was paralyzed. He subconsciously tightened his grip around the phone. His heart was accelerating.

“I'm so sorry.”

He stared at the kitchen floor, his hair falling into his eyes.

The caller continued to talk, but it was just noise to his ears. He lowered the phone and set it on the counter face up. He could vaguely still hear talking.

What could they possibly have left to say?

Sugawara raised his hands to his face. He wasn't crying — he couldn't remember how to cry. He was stunned. All his time with you, he'd almost always had control. Control over your perception of him, control over the situation, and he tried to have control over himself. The last thing he wanted was for you to be unhappy. He did everything in his power to make you realize your life was worth living. And you had told him he had.

He'd tried so hard to make things perfect. But none of it mattered anymore.

You were dead.

You were gone.

He'd never see you again. He would never make things fully okay between you. The slight edge you had had this morning — he'd never find out why you were off today or how he could help. He'd never be able to kiss you until you were okay. He'd never be able to hold you again, and whisper into your ear. He'd never get to play with your hair.

The little moments were gone. He didn't even care about the big things anymore. He was going to miss waking up next to you. You wouldn't be in the room. You wouldn't be able to respond. He'd never hear your voice again. He'd never be able to make you breakfast. He couldn't take you on dates. He couldn’t tease you.

Even though you were sometimes exhausting — even though he secretly wondered if you were using him out of hunger for attention — he knew now that you were best thing that ever happened to him. Even though he had controlled your relationship because he was scared you would be unsatisfied, he realized now that nothing really was or had been under his control.

Everything was out of control. He couldn't make the right choice now; there weren't any options.

The crash took you away from Sugawara and there was nothing he could do about it.

He wasn't tearing up — but a sob rose in his throat. He clung to the counter and closed his eyes as a shaking, strangled gasp over took him.

And then he took another breath, a deeper one. He breathed slowly, pushing back the emotions as he had done for years. He forced himself to start thinking clearly again. What were his responsibilities, right now? What would you expect of him? How should he deal with this from an unaffected point of view?

He picked up the phone again. He knew what he had to do.

“Have you called their family? I can take care of it. They’ll want a familiar voice.”

✧ ᴅᴀɪᴄʜɪ ✧ (read part one)

The text was from an unknown number, so of course he was hesitant to open it at first. He showed the message on his homescreen to Sugawara, who frowned.

“Is this Daichi Sawamura?” it read.

He stared at the opened message for a few seconds. This could be a scammer.

It probably wouldn’t do him any good to respond. But he was curious.

“Should I respond?” Daichi asked.

Sugawara seemed to consider it for a second, and then silently took the phone out of Daichi’s hands and texted a response.

“Who is asking?”

“That sounds rude, Suga.” Daichi took back his phone, and his eyes widened when he saw the three dots indicative of a reply being formed. “What if you offended them?”

“It’s better than saying yes, in case it’s someone trying to get your data.”

“That’s true.”

Another few seconds of silence later, and another message popped up.

This is Y/N’s brother. I know you broke up with them because of their illness, which really pisses me off, but I also know that they would want you at their funeral. So are you able to come on March 15th?

Daichi’s heart dropped, and he reread it. Their ‘illness’? Funeral?

What kind of funeral?

He quickly responded. “A funeral?”

I thought you knew they passed away?

Daichi raised a hand to his mouth, glancing up at Suga. He leaned over to read it.

“Oh, my gosh. Daichi. That must have been why…”

Daichi shook his head slowly. This couldn’t be true.

But it made sense. In the most horrible way possible. You had refused to tell him what was going on, when you ended things with him. “I’m just tired,” you had said, several times.

He had thought you had meant you were tired of him. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that you might be sick. He hadn’t even considered that maybe, all that time, you just hadn’t wanted to tell him you might die.

A tear rolled down his cheek, his eyes still wide. Dead. Had you really thought that leaving him before things got serious would make it easier for either of you? He should have known. He should have been there. He should have begged you to stay. He should have convinced you that he’d love you no matter what and your problems weren’t going to burden him.

Love you.

Whenever he thought about you, he felt bitter, because he had never understood why you had gone. He couldn’t lie; you leaving him out of the blue had hurt. It had torn him up. It had made him believe maybe he wasn’t worthy of love.

But now he understood, and it hurt even more. In a cold, tight way. He tilted his face down, further covered in his hands. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t have happened. Why you? Why the two of you?

Daichi could feel Sugawara rubbing his back. He wiped his face and made eye contact with his friend.

“I’m sorry, Daichi,” Sugawara said.

Daichi took a deep breath. "I'm... I should have..." His voice broke. "I should have been there."

✧ ᴀᴋᴀᴀꜱʜɪ ✧

Akaashi could feel the clean warmth from the sun on his shoulders and neck, and he tilted his head to keep the light out of his eyes. Cold water from the small river splashed up the rock onto his ankles, and he could hear birds in the trail behind him. A rock behind you shifted, and you let out a discomforted whimper.

“C’mon, just a little farther, darling,” Akaashi encouraged you, holding his hands out. He was standing on the last rock before the trail continued. This path had been advised against, since the water had become more rapid and more dangerous since it was originally built, but by both of your standards it wasn’t bad. The flat tops of the grey rocks were wet, but they weren’t super slippery and they weren’t too low. Akaashi wasn’t a risk taker, and he was a good judge of both his own capabilities and yours. He knew you’d make it, and it wasn’t all that dangerous if you didn’t.

He had made it across easily, and you had been doing great, too. But there was a gap between the rocks here, and you were making a face at the gap.

You hesitated, and then slid your backpack off your shoulders and handed it to him, tilting forward a bit from its weight. He securely took it from you and turned to put it on the ground behind him so that he could reach his hand back to you. But as he lowered the heavy bag onto the grass, he heard a scrape from your rock and a quiet yelp.

He whirled around to see you disappear off the edge of the boulder.

“Y/N!”

He fell to his knees, looking for signs of you. Usually, his quick reflexes meant that he would be saving you, but instead the stress was building up as he searched around the edge of the line of rocks. Several seconds passed, filled with nothing but the sound of his beating heart, the sound of water and trees completely tuned out, and then he saw a dash of you several feet down the river.

It would do no good to jump. If he jumped in here, he’d get caught in the current. The water was somewhat shallow, some four or five feet, but spiky rocks were at the bottom — with a pang of horror, he wondered if you had fallen on one and gotten an injury.

So instead, Akaashi climbed back over the rocks to the riverbank, stumbling a bit on the last one, and landed running. He tried to keep his eye on you, but you were nowhere in sight. The water, he realized, was even faster at this point, heading more downhill than before. He ran further, swinging himself around the trunk of a tree growing directly on the bank.

That was when he saw a glimmer of red by the riverbank opposite him, down the river about twenty feet. There was a part of the bank that stook out a bit — a rock. A sharp one. And your body was—

He shuddered.

How could he get over to the other side?

The water was rushing louder than it had been upstream. There was no way he could swim across. He’d get thrown to the bottom, or crushed by rocks as… as you had just been.

But he knew you weren’t dead. He knew it. You couldn’t be.

So, back upstream he ran, back to the very rocks you had fallen off of. He never would have dreamed he’d have to run these rocks, but the wet surfaces did not phase him. As he ran, he reached into his pocket and opened his phone pressed that emergency button he never thought he’d have to use. He knew you weren’t dead.

Still, when he knelt beside your body, which was half submerged and half punctured by the slanted rock jutting out of the shore, doubts grew.

“Y/N,” he said helplessly. “Y/N?”

And then his mind caught up.

And he knew you were gone.

And he knew that it was his fault.

Completely. Utterly. You had been unwilling to attempt the closed trail. Why had he been so reckless? He was Akaashi — responsible, levelheaded Akaashi. People looked up to him for his fast thinking and leadership skills. He was supposed to do things right.

Blood ran off your body into the river, forming red clouds in the glittering water.

The phone, discarded behind him on the bank, echoed a voice. “What’s your emergency?”

This was his fault.

AN: thank you for reading... I'm sorry. I'm really sorry about that last one. I don't... I don't know why I felt the need to do that. If you haven’t already, read the PART ONE of Daichi’s fic, where you find out some of the details of the break-up. thank you anon for the request, and i’m sorry we had to change the characters jklasfd