#all i know is that everyone is hot and a psycho

[screampied]

‘ I JUST WANNA HEAR YOU (S)CREAMMM ! ’

ᡴꪫ sum. what’s your favorite scary movie? is it carrie? psycho? or maybe nightmare on elm street? perhaps picking up the phone was a bad idea, but you don’t scare easily! or do you?

wc. 6.0k

warnings. fem! reader, ghostface geto & ghostface nanami, college au, threesōmes, unprotected, brief phone sēx, roleplay, dirty talk, praise, overstim, implied multiple ōrgasms, spit, manhandling, brēeding, hair pulling, oral (f & m receiving), cowgirl dp.

an. from this ask!

“hello.”

“hello?”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

you deadpan, almost as if you’ve seen this movie before. it was around close to midnight. you were the only one sober at some random frat party you got dragged to. everyone besides you were probably wasted or shoving tongues into mouths. sitting up on a cushioned bed, you hold the landline up to your ear. “mean girls two. bye.”

“….girl what? that’s not a—”

you hang up, averting your eyes back towards the tv screen that displayed some cheesy soap opera. about precisely thirteen seconds pass before the landline screeches a loud deafening ring again.

sighing, you answer it. “stop calling this number. prank calls aren’t funny.”

“no.” the voice replies, and it’s very deep—you swear you’ve heard something like it before. a best way to describe it was that it had a gruff pitch to it, baritone running all underneath it. his voice was also a bit sly too. “i just wanna talk to you.”

“bother some other girl. bye.”

“don’t hang up on me.”

for whatever reason, you don’t hang up. his voice sounded a bit stern—you sit up before growing quiet. you’re fully alert now.

“good girl. now, i’ll ask again. what’s your favorite scary movie?”

pressing your back against the comforter, your thighs squeeze together. with another vexed sigh, you say the most random movie that comes immediately to mind. “halloween.”

“pft. basic.”

“wha— you’re the one who asked.”

“oh, doll i’m just joking. but anyway, you like slasher movies, yeah?”

for whatever reason, the more you talked to this total stranger, you start to feel a sudden uncanny stir delve around your stomach. you weren’t scared, yet at least, but it was oddly peculiar. his voice sounds a bit familiar the more you listen to it. with how teasing the caller on the other line appeared, it was strangely intriguing. you kind of didn’t wanna hang up anymore, besides this party you were at was quite … not the best.

“not really. i am a jamie lee curtis fan though, i only watched because i make fun of the deaths.” you mumble.

“hmmm,” the voice hums through the other end. it’s as if he’s pondering what his next choice of words will be to you. “so…you got a boyfriend?”

you were taken aback by how abrupt the change of subject was. the man on the other end laughs at your awkward silence before you finally speak.

“no, and it’s not like it’s any of your business.”

“easy, girl. i’m just curious. besides, what if i wanna ask ya out?”

you grow quiet again before rubbing your neck, you were growing a bit hot.

“whatever. no, i don’t have a … boyfriend.”

“ooh. you hesitated there.”

you grumble. “shut up. i’m hanging up.”

the man immediately replies with a chortle.

“wait, wait. heh, serious though. you never told me your name, doll face.”

with an eye roll, you utter, “why do you wanna know my name?”

“because i wanna know who i’m looking at.”

“what?”

“what?”

each word he spoke breaks through the phone due the deep mess of his voice. a few rough sparks from his dialogue punctures through the soundbox of the device. again, he did sound oddly familiar. you just couldn’t put your foot on it.

the man chuckles before responding in a more sly tone—changing the subject again.

“you know doll, you sound kind of out of breath. call me crazy, but before i called you, were you playing with yourself?”

your legs suddenly squeeze shut, you were wearing one of your borrowed hoodies and shorts underneath. any sane person would have hung up eons ago, but for whatever reason—you felt your heartbeat start to race. the more you listened to the deep voice on the other end, the more you started to grow more curious. what’s wrong with playing around for a little bit? besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen—you dying?

you scoff, thinking this was nothing more than a dumb prank call—you decided that playing along wouldn’t hurt. you had nothing else to do anyway.

“so what if i was playing with myself?”

“i bet you didn’t even make yourself finish, doll.”

his voice, the more it spoke in that rough pitched tone—you couldn’t help but press the landline up to your ear just a bit further. you furrow your curled up brows, lowering your guard a bit. probably foolish, maybe you’d regret this later, but alas, reality wasn’t on your mind at the moment.

“are you saying you can make me finish?” you mutter, growing amused now.

“oh i know i can. i can make you get off from just from my voice alone.”

he was toying with you, but it was too late to back down. you intake a honed breath before humming.

“okay, prove it then.”

he chuckles.

“mhm. take those panties off first. actually no, slide them to the side for me.”

you really felt like you were in a movie, shamelessly at this random guy’s beck and call. as the show played in the background, you press the middle part of your thumb against the volume button to turn it down four notches. the room was practically silent now, the only noises heard were from the blaring beat drops of edm music downstairs. sprawling your legs out, you creep a shaking hand between your thighs.

the voice grows quiet, you finally move your panties toward the side before slouching back against the pillow.

“you must be really bored. talking to a random girl at the m-midnight.” you exhale.

“heh, m-maybe,” he mocks your falter. “but i’m sure you’ll keep me entertained with that cute voice of yours.”

he was so smooth. smooth as if he was prepared for every word that flew out of your mouth. as your fingers glide against your now exposed entrance, you let off a shaky breath.

he was right, out of boredom you tried to play with yourself— yet, that didn’t work out because you could never make yourself finish. your attempt was basically useless. with a frowning pout, you reply. “now what?”

“finger yourself, silly. and i wanna hear, put the phone up against that pussy for me, doll.”

he was filthy.

you felt yourself start to throb before removing the landline from against your ear and placing it right against your doused entrance.

with heavy jagged breaths becoming more irregular, the person on the other line hears the wet sloshes of your cunt up against the phone. again, he grows quiet—it’s almost like you can make out his deep attractive breaths and it makes you pulse even more.

“bet you’re so nice ‘n soaked. sounds so sloppy.”

gnawing on the softness of your bottom lip, your thumb briefly skims past the nub of your clit and you whine. you were already a bit sensitive from before, starting to stroke your fingers against it. bringing the phone back up to your ear, you ease a single finger inside. it feels warm—you were slick, coating your own finger with a nice amount of your obscene arousal. it doesn’t take long for you to start to pant, slithering another finger inside of your cunt before moaning. it fits nicely, nice and snug.

“you sound so pretty. i want you to imagine those are my fingers, pretty girl. can ya do that?”

“y-yeah,” you start to stammer, feeling a sudden spongey texture inside of you—you gasp, not expecting to reach your sweetened g-spot so soon. it was a mere bumpy texture, gloopy gummy walls involuntarily accepting your two slender fingers with an open gesture. “fuck, ‘m still a bit sensitive.”

he guffaws lowly.

“yeah, i bet you are. poor baby can’t even make herself cum.”

you swallow, the playfulness in his voice making your thighs start to tremble a bit. with relaxed fingers stretching throughout your walls, you focus on your breathing. each pant that came out of your hot breaths seemed like it was gonna be your last. after a while, your toes start to curl up in pure pleasure—you moan, feeling a sudden rush of weightlessness nirvana overtake you.

“find your g-spot for me. tell me when you do.”

“i- i already found it,” you whine, a sheaf of nerves that store inside of your pussy pulsating at a rapid speed. your head throws itself back as you’re just moaning melodically. “fuck, why don’t you just come over ‘n finish for me already.”

the voice laughs again.

“yeah? you want me to come over instead? maybe i should use my tongue since your fingers are so useless, dollface.”

at this point, you didn’t really care. maybe making simple rational decisions today just wasn’t in your favor. the eerie voice, each second you spent listening to it the more aroused you became. maybe getting off to a pure stranger’s voice was embarrassing but you were feening. the air felt suddenly thick. so thick you could cut it with a knife. with your bottom lip being chewed on like gum, you briskly shiver. cold, wintry air wafts against your skin and you moan for the nth time. an unforeseen chill runs down your spine before you hold back yet another whine.

“f-fuck, just come ‘n finish for me. i can’t do it. please.”

he grows quiet for a solid good four seconds before replying in a cheeky tone.

“okay. turn around.”

your panting stops and instantly, you turn your head the other way—of course, no one was there. figures, the only things your eyes were met with was the wooden headboard. with a disappointed grimace, pulling your occupied fingers out of your cunt, you turn back around. as you’re about to speak into the phone again, you open your mouth before pausing.

there, you’re met face first with what appears to be some guy in an infamous ghostface costume. he was tall, staggering inches on him before you don’t see one but two. they both had the same getup, ghoulish ghost mask, a long black robe, and the same spectral, tilting head-stance.

one of them takes off a mask and it’s suguru geto, your roommate.

your eyes concisely widen. once he yanks off the mask, his silky well-kept black strands fly loose. no wonder the voice sounded a tad bit familiar. the other removes his mask and it was nanami, two of them—now you really felt like you were in a movie. “you always did say how much you liked scream,” and then you glance at nanami who had a sheepish expression. “don’t be shy now, someone’s gotta help ya finish.”

“o-oh,” you remember, sitting up against the bed. now you were embarrassed. just a few seconds ago, you were getting off to your roommate’s voice. suddenly, you felt even more hot. you did end up talking their ear off about your adoration for the beloved franchise, ranting about your cute little ghostface obsession.

truth be told though, you didn’t know they’d make it a sheer reality for you. the two of them get on the bed towards you before nanami brings a gloved hand to your chin. he strokes your chin softly, and geto moves underneath.

“sorry princess,” he whispers. “suguru wanted to scare you but i told him we should just show ourselves,” and as he’s speaking, you get lost in his soft, honeydew eyes. such gentle compared to geto who was a bit more—crazed. “he didn’t scare you too bad, did he?”

you moan once you feel geto run a thumb against your already exposed cunt. with a firm head shake, you huff. “no, n-not really.”

“aw what. i thought i was pretty scary,” and you whimper out once he blows against your folds. for a concise moment, geto stares up at you—dark eyes keeping a strong gaze on you. “tell us what you want, pretty girl. you want us to help you finish?”

you nod, feeling geto spread your legs apart further.

nanami, with a gloved hand purses your lips together, forming them into a tight squeeze before humming. “words, princess. use them, okay?”

the more you feel geto’s breath fan against your clit, teasing you—you were about to go feral. you stare up at nanami before letting off a sweet whine. “i- i want you both to help me finish,” you stutter out, stumbling over your pathetic words like you’d stumble with an untied shoe. “make me cum, please kento.”

he leans in to kiss your forehead and you hear geto scoff underneath. “i’m the one between your legs but whatever,” and you feel his soft lips kiss against your pussy. “kento, keep her distracted for me, will ya?”

“you’re so pretty,” he mutters, lightly lifting up your chin. as he wore black gloves—the fabric gently brushes against your lip, popping a thumb into your mouth. he doesn’t expect for you to happily take it in his mouth, sucking on it. “oh,” he breathes, a bit speechless. you stare into nanami’s eyes, swirling your tongue around his thumb in such an erotic way. lowly hooded eyes stare at him the entire time, you moan once you feel the flatness of geto’s tongue run against your sweet clitoral hood. his tongue—the texture of it was so cold, the moment he digs in he makes you know the pure definition of sloppy. all with his tongue, he slowly flicks it against your nub before delving his tongue deeper between your soddened folds. nanami pulls your chin to face him again before softly purring, “don’t look at him, look at me pretty girl.”

as your eyes focus back towards nanami, you could already feel your legs quavering. you felt hot, the lewd way geto drags his tongue against your pussy makes you gasp out three strained second puffs of air.

“k-kento,” you moan, pawing your hands at the low part of his robe. he watches, lowering his head at you before you reach there. nanami’s bulge, he has an abashed expression as he realizes what you were fondling at. “take it off.”

“ah, ask nicely,” he coos. your lips were now glossed with your own spit he smears against you as he pulls his gloved thumb out of your mouth. even though nanami was more tame than geto, his voice had a bit more dominance in it. he grabs your chin gently, cocking his head toward the side. “tell me what you want ‘n i’ll give it to you.”

your legs felt like they were standing on its last few hinges—geto’s tongue runs down your slit, taking a moment to depart his lips and spit on it, only to then lap it up again. a few annoyed grunts escape out of him partially due to his long strands of hair getting in the way. “so sweet,” he mutters, you whimper once he prods two fingers against your outer entrance. every few seconds he’d kiss near your thighs, leaving a few bite bite marks before focusing back towards your folds. “mhm.”

barely even able to keep focus, you gaze back up at nanami who’s standing near the edge of the bed—you’re laid back against the pillows with geto between your thighs. finally, a sweet mewl of words leave your glazed lips. “i- i wanna taste, ‘ken. wanna suck you off,” and he gives you a playful eyebrow raise, prying his pink lips open a few inches apart before you correct yourself. “pretty please.”

“better,” he murmurs, a hand of his reaching towards your head to give it a good pat. “good girl. go ahead, lift it up ‘n enjoy the meal.”

with a soft slackened sigh, you lift up the obsidian black robe. you’re met with ripped jeans, for some reason you just figured he’d already be sprung out for you. as geto’s still lapping up every drop of your taste, you unzip his fly before yanking down his pants. you were so impatient— and with geto’s demented pace, you were getting close. he chuckles, watching you struggle with the zipper for a bit before finally reaching near his boxers. they were a cerulean blueish color, his bulge was just appetizing. the entire shape of it, you felt yourself starting to drool the longer your eyes made direct contact against it. so rounded and full. with clammy hands, you tug them down before his thick cock springs out.

“it’s okay,” he whispers with a nod, watching you glance up him—a silent gesture as a way of asking if you could go further. nanami brings a hand towards the crown of your head, gingerly massaging his fingers through the crevices of your scalp. “you can be a little messy for me.”

a wretched whine that was raw rips from your throat once you feel geto’s tongue latch against your cunt. by now, he was sucking against your folds. the squelches were so sloppy, a hand of yours grab onto his hair for leverage and he shoots you a sly smile.

“don’t be shy girl, yank on it.”

dark pooled irises linger into yours for a long time before you get a good grip of geto’s hair, dragging him closer towards your entrance. over and over and over.

he giggles, hot breath ghosting against your folds and you throb even more. with dilated irises staring back towards nanami, you wrap your free hand around his length—he was so thick, such full balls that you just wanted to run your tongue all across it. he had a few veins skim down his beige, weighty cock. you could make out a few drops of lustrous pre-cum that decorates near his very tip. “u-ugh,” he shakes, the warmth that your tongue provides has him smothering his lips together. nanami watches, you’re slow but deadly.

pursing your lips together, you gradually start to sink him into your mouth.

geto’s still between your thighs, shoving two fingers in and out of you now—he surrounds your clit with his mouth, the suction he creates with just his lips was brutal. you’re moaning, even whilst your noises were pretty much muffled due to nanami’s fat cock. “easy,” he whispers, tapping a thumb against your cheek. “no teeth, okay? you’re doing s-so good.”

nanami groans, goading the same thumb against your cheek before you inch yourself further and further down. he has a shy smile at the way your hair forms in musses due to his tight grip. within no time, your throat’s already stuffed and few droplets of your own saliva trickles down the sides of your mouth. geto’s still making sure to thrust his gloved digits in and out of your soaked cunt and you don’t know which roommate to focus on.

“m-mphm,” was all you could manage out, your legs in a swift spread-eagle position. as you’re outstretched, you feel yourself about to cum. you’d recognize that feeling anywhere—the feeling when a swelling pool of heat residing inside your stomach tickles throughout your entire abdomen. that same feeling of nirvana courses through your veins as you’re now leisurely bobbing your head. every time you pull on geto’s long hair, he grunts—spanking your clit in response and that only causes you to whine for more. nanami strokes your face as he starts to feel his dick prod against the roof of your mouth. for a split second as you’re breathing through each nostril—you gag, long lashes fluttering in sync together.

your legs couldn’t hold still, geto’s continuously pushing you towards your limit before you whimper out. your tongue lathers over the splotches of pre-cum that paints nanami’s tip a pretty shade of snowy white.

he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, especially not with a face like that.

low eyes, sheepish smile, furrowed eyebrows. you’re convulsing profusely all in geto’s mouth, the sides of your thighs occasionally hitting against his face and he titters. “such a sloppy m-mouth,” nanami inhales deeply, and he starts to gently drag your head against his cock. he’s got your mouth filled with so many inches—your cheeks were all puffed up from his immense length, sheeny slobber emanating all down the sides of your mouth before he pants. “gonna make such a mess ‘n your mouth, princess. ‘s that what you want?”

you nod, feeling the vein that runs down his girthy cock twitch in your mouth. you moan, he’s feeling weightless—you’ve got his knees trembling, a hand’s still attached to your head like velcro before gyrating your tongue all over the crownhead of his shaft. “such a pretty face,” he gruffs lowly, swiftly pulling your hair side to side to take every inch. “s-shame i gotta ruin it a little.”

even nanami’s dirty talk was tame— it was cute to witness, the way his blond brows would tug into a furrow. he’s so pent up, and out of nowhere—you feel a sudden rush erupt within your cunt. before you could even react, you end up cumming hard. it shoots out of you like a rough wave, it’s such pure bliss that it takes you a few seconds to realize. geto’s making out with your pussy, slowly sliding his two protected fingers in and out of your sopping wet entrance and you shudder. “what a fuckin’ mess,” he hums, taking sight at how saturated you were. as geto laps his tongue against your folds once more, he stares back up at you and nanami. “aw. look at you two,” and he leans down to kiss your forehead. “slobbin’ everywhere, messy girl you are.”

your eyes go back up towards nanami, he’s sweating.

he felt as if the fabric of his robe stuck against his skin. while he’s holding it up with one hand, you sneak a stare at his abs, perfect washboard abs that looked quintessentially sculpted against his body. “g-gonna cum,” and he stares at geto, growing a bit flustered once all attention’s on him. “suguru, don’t just stand there. p…praise her.”

geto scoffs, kneeling beside you on the bed before moving a few strands from your face. “so bossy,” he grits before giving you your second head pat. he leans up close to your ear, grabbing the voice changer again and brings it up to his lips. “c’mon, doll. make ‘ken cum, yeah. doin’ so good for us. you’re gonna make him whine for you, heh.”

nanami’s legs felt like mush, he throws his head back, his long black robe syncing with his movements before he’s gently pulling your head against his thick cock. he shudders, welts of twinges close in on the undersides of his thighs before he finally finishes. it builds up gradually before you find him pouring into your mouth with a nice amount of parching hot cum. it’s hot, a good mass of satiny ropes coat the flat middle part of your tongue and you moan. “f-fuuuck,” he heaves through heavy lungs, it’s still trickling, you savor the taste. it’s bitterly sweet. he pulls out of your mouth before letting off a tremulous sigh. “good girl, f-fuck.”

“aw. don’t hog her, give me attention too,” geto sneers, softly grabbing you by the neck, making you face him. with his right hand, he squeezes your lips together with a rigid grip. “ah, don’t swallow yet. c’mere.”

with half-lidded eyes, you do—leaning into his touch before geto plants his warm lips onto yours. you’re caught by surprise for the umpteenth time today, prying your mouth open for him and he lolls his tongue down your throat. you let off a whine, feeling his gloved hands rub against every inch of your body. immediately, he tastes the candied flavor of nanami’s cum and it makes him groan. he didn’t even bat an eye—you return the kiss, feeling geto’s hand slither further down towards your ass. he caresses it, giving it a mean spank to make you moan out in ecstasy.

after a while, he pulls away, humming at nanami. “ken ken, don’t be so shy. you want a taste too?”

“yeah,” he mutters, needy eyes staring at your lips that were lubricated with your own sheeny spit. “can i?”

you nod, and he’s so gentle with you. a hand nimbly wraps around your throat before he brings you into a deeper kiss. geto’s still for his hands on you, strumming his fingers near your pulled to the side panties. you let off a soft pant, feeling the spiral of nanami’s tongue go against yours. he tastes sweet — savory even, his flavor was purely mouthwatering. a thumb drags down the passageway of your throat before he pulls away. it’s slow, a polished concoction of saliva departs from each mouth and you whimper. you were throbbing, desperate for more and they both knew that. if this— whatever this was was some sort of movie, you never wanted it to end. you never wanted the credits to roll because you felt like you were floating on cloud nine.

with the two of them, you were stretched in every way possible. if you could compare who was bigger, actually you couldn’t. throughout multiple positions, you felt as if you were gonna snap in half. they had you so stupid. pink tongue rolled out, full lungs of oxygen departing out such hot breaths of air, you were the definition of stupid.

cockdrunk at its finest. each orgasm that got ruthlessly snatched out of you had your head spinning, heart racing entirely.

you felt like something was creeping up behind your shoulder, chills. whenever you’d coax out yet another teeth-shattering orgasm, all you felt was stone cold chills. time after time, it felt like pure bliss—you thought you were in a whole new world, barely even able to move your thighs an inch. being sandwiched between the two of them, perhaps you were a little greedy but you just couldn’t get enough. geto’s degrading you whilst nanami’s whispering sweet pleasures into your ear, you’ve never felt more soaked.

you didn’t wanna stop—

currently, you’re straddling nanami. he’s got two rough hands gripping your waist, intaking every inch of your pretty physique. his stare sends you butterflies, his shaft was underneath you and only then pulls out. with a cute, “phew,” he swipes a sheet of sweat that expands across his forehead. you rode him so good that he couldn’t even figure out what to say. he was so flustered, tips of his ears a reddish hot before he watches geto creep behind you. “think she wants more, suguru.”

“bet she does,” he whispers, bringing a few sweet kisses near the inner corners of your neck.

you’re promptly sat up straight. the brief sounds of booming speakers roar from downstairs as you wrap your arms around nanami. geto licks near your collarbone before purring seductively. “say, doll. how ‘bout you try to take us both? would ya like that?” and with a gloved hand he gives your ass a squeeze. “wanna be the final girl ‘n prove your worth? our final girl?”

without an inkling of hesitation—you nod, mewling out a sweet, “yes, yes jus’ hurry up, sugu. ‘m still c…close.”

“so wet, so impatient,” he whispers once more, and with two hands he makes you sit up from nanami. you gulp—swallowing whatever sanity you had left, preparing to be quite literally double stuffed with your roommates. you aren’t so sure why, but the fact that they both still had on their ghoulish costumes made you pulsate a bit more. geto’s helping you slide back down onto nanami’s length before slowly making his way into you also. “god, you’re so hot in here. gonna fuckin’ swallow me whole.”

you moan, everything goes so slow—your cunt was a ticking time bomb. you clamp down on each before slumping into nanami’s chest. you’re met with kind eyes, he strokes your forehead before kissing the bridge of your nose, panting in a hushed voice. “eyes on me, princess. just relax.”

you wriggle a bit at the positioning—being on nanami’s lap, geto directly behind you, you’re quite literally being filled in every orifice by thick inches of cock. nanami’s words were soothing, filling up your tummy with a pool of fluttering butterflies. you keep your eyes on him, clenching down on geto a bit before you hear him hiss in response. “ugh. doll open up for me a little m-more, yeah.”

his voice was deepened heavily—you let off a cute gasp once they’re both finally in and a few shaky breaths exit past your lips. “hold my hand, i got you,” nanami coos, and that’s when geto starts to rock. he had more control between the two of you, the grip on your hips was firm and you let off a sweet babble. each individual entrance was stuffed, you swallow the invisible lump in your throat as you start to feel the sweltering friction of your thighs slap against nanami. “you’re so pretty like this,” and he kisses the temple of your cheek.

every kiss presented from nanami makes your heart race—being sandwiched between nanami and geto, you really did feel like the main character.

your lip tremors, grinding back and forth between each of them, you feel geto wrap his thick fingers around your neck.

whilst you’re still straddling nanami—you moan again and again, feeling a free hand of geto’s spank your ass. the stretch that you continuously felt had your mouth watering. you heard the harmonic pap pap pap’s until it rang throughout your ears. “fuck, ya like being stuffed don’t you, pretty girl? feel full enough?” geto rasps, pressing his body right up against you. you felt his hot temperature go against your skin. making you feel every amount of his heat. your brain’s swelling up with fog. giving him an inert nod, you hear him click his tongue. “didn’t say to nod your head, doll. i wanna hear that sweet voice.”

whenever geto lowers his voice a bit, you feel the abrupt tension arise between your legs. leaning against nanami, you whine out a, “hngh y-yesss, ‘m so full, sugu. want more, stuff me more.”

“let me stuff your mouth too then.”

and before you could come up with a reply, geto removes his glove—shoving your mouth with two fat digits. he grunts, watching as you’re so compliant with your throat being filled with his fingers. nanami stares at the entire scene in front of him, his dick idly twitching inside of you. your tongue runs down his fingers before your own spit starts to seep down the corners of your lips. it was messy—you were messy. your hips jitter and judder and you knew with having both holes stuffed you weren’t gonna last that much longer. it was probably the dozenth orgasm your pussy’s been introduced with and you could feel the creeping pleasure brew up inside your abdomen.

“suguru, ‘m gonna cum.” nanami groans, bringing his own hands to wrap around your waist. you lessen your tense from his touch before gagging a bit from the prodding of geto’s fingers way back into your throat. “she’s s-squeezing me so good.”

geto snickers, making eye contact with nanami. “are you? ‘ken, you’re more whinier than usual today.”

“shut up.” he grumbles, slapping a hand over his face in embarrassment — nanami wasn’t so known to be all flustered and abashed, but whenever he was, it was so cute.

you’ve still got a mouthful of geto’s fingers before he pulls them out only to shove them into his own mouth. he hums, sharp hips snapping into you repeatedly as his other free hand tightens its secured grasp around your hip. “mhm,” he groans, feeling himself reaching his peak also. “you taste like a final girl. so sweet like candy.”

with the piston of geto’s vigorous hips, you’re so loose that you feel the fleeting sensation of your cunt gaping.

its cavernous, you jerk forward against nanami before seconds later — geto groans, abruptly finishing two seconds early. even his moans were pretty, he tugs his fingers out of your mouth to wrap them around your neck. strands of black hair glue to his forehead and he puffs out a single breath. licking a stripe near your neck, he feels thick volumes of his cum ooze into your hole. it’s so sticky, you bring your hips to a slowing halt before nanami shoots inside you too.

“f-fuck, sugu,” nanami grunts, feeling his thighs stick underneath you. he was panting heavily, each breath that ran from his lips sounding more and more wearied. “damn, so m-much.”

everything spurts into you at once. they mirror each other inside of you perfectly. callused stubby fingertips of geto’s squeeze your neck softly, watching as you’re just being filled with bulky strings of cum, it floods your cunt until it drizzles further into your womb. you’re drooling, it feels so hot, sweltering hot. it sticks against your entrance before your arms wrap around nanami. “so f-full,” you whimper, and he returns the gesture by brushing his thumb against your waist. droopy eyes hang low before nanami pulls you into another deep kiss. you decided—this was far better than some dumb party. the cottony fabric of the ghostface robe pricks against your skin as you lean into his heinous touch.

you shift your weight against nanami’s lap, feeling geto pull out before he leans down between your legs. “spread your legs,” he mutters, and in the midst of your tongue roaming down nanami’s throat, you part your thighs—gasping once you feel geto’s own tongue lap against the freshly created mess. he makes little tiny licks, tasting the ropes of crisp cum that’s sloppily easing out of every entrance—you pulsate before he chortles, warm breath ventilating against your sobbing pussy. “so messy. don’t want any spillin’ out. gotta push it back in.”

you’re moaning, after a while you break away from nanami’s lips before he strokes your cheek lovingly, a cute drowsy look before he huffs, “did you hear me, pretty?” and he gently pokes your cheek. “you always do this..”

confusion hits you before your eyes suddenly open—you jolt up, both of your roommates beside you, gawking at you with a look of deadpan. you’re leaning against geto, the third movie of scream playing in the background—it was near the ending where the killer was being revealed. you sit up, staring down at your legs and you were fully clothed—there was no geto eating between your legs, no being stuffed with nanami, nothing.

“hellooo, earth to roomie,” geto waves his hand in your face, you stare at him before furrowing your brows. “you okay? you fell asleep on me again. what’s got ya so spooked? looks like ya seen a ghost.”

so it was a dream?

a mere glimpse of your lewd imagination—?

you have a sudden sheepish look, running your fingers near the nape of your neck. “huh. oh, i’m fine. i thought the movie would be over by now.”

nanami rubs your back. “we still have like twenty minutes left,” and then he looks at you with a concerned look. so gentle—so tender. “are you sure you’re okay? we can watch a rom-com if you want.”

“i’m okay,” you insist, slumping your head back against geto.

that was weird, out of all the dreams you’ve had throughout your life—none of them ever felt as surreal as that one. for some reason, you were still aroused though. you were a bit out of breath and felt chills run all over your body.

abruptly, your phone rings,

“sugu, can you pass me my phone?” you sigh, trying to relax. you were pretty bummed you weren’t at that party getting stuffed with your two roommates but instead—in your generic dorm watching a scary movie.

he hands you the phone, grabbing the remote to turn it down a few notches.

once you take it, succinctly, your eyes scan across the screen—it reads that it’s from an unknown number. not really thinking much, you decide to answer, swiping the green button to answer. “um, hello?”

“hello.”

“hi,” you rub your eyes. “can i help y-”

“what’s your favorite scary movie?”

rolling your eyes, you peer at your two roommates beside you, nudging them and peeling the phone away from your ear for a moment. “very funny, suguru.”

geto gives you a look of confusion and nanami mimics the same. he shrugs, averting his eyes back toward the movie. “very funny what.”

and suddenly you’re laid back, an unbelieving expression was expressed on your face as you were left with a weird feeling. if it wasn’t them then who—

that same chill eerily creeps up your spine before you put the phone back near your ear. it’s that same low voice you heard from before, each word it speaks pitches deeper before you grow quiet at its final haunting response,

“oh baby, i’m not suguru or nanami..”

[slut4megantheestallion]

Hello, I love ALL of your work, so if it's not too much of a hassle, I'd like to make a request. Arcane women x reader who is a very dangerous (and well-known) criminal and murderer in Zaun and Piltover, with a sadistic and manic personality. But when they meet her, they realize that the reader is quite kind and affectionate, maybe even a little shy. That's all, I hope you like my idea. Have a good day!

⋆ ☆Arcane Women x criminal!reader Headcannons

Characters: Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Sevika, Mel, Ambessa.

Genre: fluff

Warnings ⚠️: Arcane Women x reader, Fem!reader, Criminal!Reader, mentions of murder, fluff, violence implied.

-Jinx

●Jinx is OBSESSED with you the moment she meets you. She expected someone as crazy as her, and while you definitely have your moments of sadistic mania, she's delighted to find out you're actually kinda cute.

●"Wait, wait, wait-so you're tellin' me you are the one that gutted those Piltie officers like a fish? You? Awww, cupcake, you look so precious when you blush.

●She teases you constantly about how different you are from your reputation. She finds it hilarious when you get flustered, but she loves seeing that dark, twisted side of you come out when necessary. It makes her giddy.

●Jink probably tries to provoke you just to see that manic glint in your eyes because damn, it's hot when you're in killer mode.

-Vi

●Vi is wary at first. She knows your reputation, and even if she's not exactly law- abiding herself, she has to keep an eye on you. But then... she sees you being soft?

●"You, uh... you sure you're the same person everyone's scared of?" Vi watches as you carefully, wrap a strat cat in a blanket, looking all concerned.

●Once she realized you're not as unhinged as the rumor says, she finds your duality intriguing. The idea that you could be a ruthless killer yet still get nervous when she flirts with you? Oh, she loves it.

●"Damn, sweetheart. You just slit a guy's throat, and now you're all shy 'cause I called you pretty? That's adorable."

-Caitlyn

●Caitlyn has to meet you under a professional circumstances first. As an enforcer, she knows exactly who you are and what you've done. She expects a remorseless, sadistic monster, not... whatever this is.

●She watches in shock as you nervously avoid eye contact, mumbling out something polite. She expects a challenge, but instead, she gets someone who stammers when complimented?

●Caitlyn doesn't trust you at first, but once she sees you softer side, she starts questioning everything.

●"You- you're a murder. A criminal. And yet you just helped that old woman cross the street?"

●The contradictory of your personality fascinates her. She might even hesitated to arrest you.

-Sevika

●Sevika knows what kind of person you are. She heard the rumors, seen the aftermath of your work, and yet... she never expected you to be so polite.

●She initially thinks it's an act, a manipulation tactic, but the more time she spends with you, the more she realizes it's genuine.

●"So let me get this straight... you've got half of Zaun scared shitless of you, and yet you can't even look me in the eye when I call you cute?" She smirks. "That's just pathetic, doll."

●Sevika is the type to test you, pushing your buttons just to see if the rumors hold weight. When you finally snap and go full psycho mode? She grins.

●"There's my girl."

-Mel

●Mel is intrigued by you the moment she hears your name. She’s dealt with powerful people before, but someone with your reputation? That’s a different kind of influence.

●“A killer with a soft heart…" how very unusual.” She studies you like a puzzle, fascinated by the way you switch between cold-blooded and sweet.

●Mel finds your duality entertaining. She’ll say something flirtatious just to watch your confident demeanor crack.

●“For someone so feared, you do crumble quite easily under my gaze. How adorable.”

●But she’s also deeply respectful of your strength. She knows better than to underestimate you, no matter how affectionate you are.

-Ambessa

●Ambessa isn’t easily impressed, but the moment she hears about you, she’s intrigued. A dangerous, high-profile criminal? She likes power, and you have plenty of it.

●When she meets you and sees how shy you are despite your reputation, she can’t help but chuckle.

●"I expected a monster. Instead, I find a kitten.”

●She enjoys the contrast. She also enjoys watching you switch from soft to brutal in an instant. It proves you’re not weak—just selective about who sees your true self.

[couldeatthatgirlforlunch]

Paint Me Red

Synopsis: You and Damian like horror movies for the same reason.

Pairing: Dark!Damian Wayne X Dark!AFAB!Gn!Reader

Tw: 18+ pwp; Kinda gore?; Cannibalism kink? Definitely hinted; Biting link; Blood kink; Fingering; Watching straight porn; Torture porn? It's all fake and no one’s suffering; Pain kink maybe; They are freaks and they are in love; Worshipping?; A hint of love-bombing? I repeat, they're freaks and they're in love, your honor; Mention of hipersexuality; Damian enjoys pain, gore and death, despite not killing anymore, Reader likes it too; Reader has long hair and is implied to be wearing a shirt or dress with straps and bare thighs; English isn't my first language.

Word count: 1,2k

Requested? No.

Extra notes: Inspired by the movie May and everyone who yaps about yandere!Damian being cannibal coded. I also love when someone writes Damian a little psycho, a little sadomasochist. And a Damian who worships his S/O is the best Damian!!! I recommend reading this while listening to Tear You Apart by She Wants Revenge. Not sure I like my writing here tho, especially the title, there were many good options that also seemed bad options

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Damian was odd, you knew it from the start. Everyone who interacts with him knows it from the start.

That didn't stop you from being flustered when he confessed his — in his actual words — all consuming, undying love. You never thought anyone would actually use those words while declaring their feelings for someone, but as always with him, Damian was different.

And maybe you were different too.

You came back from your weekly date with him to the apartament you recently started sharing, despite being so young and having been dating for only a month when he asked. Your friends called it love-bombing. You had never heard of a more romantic term.

He took you to the bedroom as soon as you crossed the threshold, excited about a surprise he planned for you, but there was nothing different there, until he pulled his laptop out, fiddled with something, connected to the overhead projector you bought once on a whim, after watching a tiktok, only to realize it wasn't any better than just watching on your television or laptop. At least it wasn't as expensive as one would think.

Regardless, you still used it sometimes, even if for the sake of being spontaneous — and making your money worth it —, and your boyfriend was clearly looking for that.

You sat on the edge of the bed, and in less than a minute, Damian was sitting beside you, while a weird video started playing.

— I found it online, beloved. — Damian explained. — A short film, made by a group of independent artists, I think. — You nodded along, this level of cinephilia was not exactly your thing, but you did enjoy watching movies and leaving reviews on Letterboxd, if it caught Damian's interest, then it must be something.

— Yeah, very Texas Chainsaw Massacre. — You commented, not because it actually looked to be a horror movie, but more because of the quality of the camera, the eery atmosphere, and the scenario being filmed in the middle of nowhere. It seemed like an actually calm movie, but you knew something was up, there was only a young couple having a cute picnic.

Damian looked at you with wide, almost innocent eyes, boyish excitement coupled with some glint you couldn't identify.

— Exactly!

You felt some satisfaction and pride. You were the one who presented him with the classic slasher movies — one of your favorite genres — and were surprised by his eager acceptance of them, since a lot of them didn't have much quality. But he seemed interested in the death scenes and gore. Maybe it was the remnants of his childhood on him, but you didn't have that past and still related to him, much to his delight. He also commented about how unreal a lot of it was, from experience, no doubt.

It was almost cute. And hot.

Damian's hand laid on your thigh, while his thumb started rolling circles on your bare skin.

You let out a gasp when the girl in the movie, out of nowhere, bit hard on her boyfriend’s finger while he fed her a piece of pie with his hands. An exaggerated amount of blood started sliding down her lips and his hand, but he didn't scream, he just stared at her while she had mischief and desire in her eyes.

Damian's hand squeezed your flesh.

— How did you find this on YouTube? I'm pretty sure they wouldn't allow it there. — You wondered out loud, squeezing your thighs when the guy used his bloody hand to push the strap of her sundress down, revealing her supple breast. He leaned forward and peppered kisses down her chest, while pushing the other strap down, revealing her torso even more, until he bit her ribs’s flesh just as hard, face partially covered by her left tit.

Now, they were both smeared in lots of blood, from his hand travelling her body and the new wound.

— I did not mention YouTube. — He answered, and you hummed, paying extreme attention to the movie, intrigued, and half surprised to be turned on. But it was shallow, a thin layer of lust that went unnoticed by you, mistaken by intrigue and excitement.

You only noticed how hot you were, when Damian did the same thing to you. He slowly and deliberately got closer, pushed your hair back from your shoulder, and left wet, slow pecks down your neck, while pushing your straps down. You just stared at the images while he did his thing.

You were interrupted when he bit down on your shoulder, hard, leaving teeth marks, but not enough to bleed. You couldn't help the yelp of pain that escaped you by surprise, but didn't feel like reprimanding him when he soothed the feeling by still kissing you, and buried his hand between your legs, invading your underwear.

You opened your legs to give him more space, while your lips also parted to let out a deep breath, not out of nervousness, but anticipation. When you paid attention to the movie again, the guy was lying between the girl’s legs, leaving a nasty bite on her inner thigh. The blood dripped down and ruined her white underwear, but her boyfriend just started eating her out with the fabric still on the way.

Meanwhile, Damian played with your wet clit with his thumb while he inserted two fingers into your moist hole with ease, catching you both off guard with how wet you were with basically nothing. He had a hunch you would like his surprise, but not that much.

In need to let out some pent-up desire, he bit your flesh once more, this time above your breast. A low whimper of pain forced its way out of your throat. You looked down and noticed Damian's full-on boner.

You reached and pressed your hand against him, making him hiss and finally stop lapping at your skin, to look at you with desire. You kept eye-contact while rubbing him through his pants.

Damian pressed his lips to yours in haste, eager to taste your tongue while pumping his fingers faster and deeper against your walls, focused on abusing your sweet spot. The kiss was more sensual than ever, a dance which consisted in sharing heavy breaths, exchanged pecks, sucking lips and caressing tongues. While you both were like rabbits a third of the time, you being hipersexual and him being in love with you, the newfound shared taboo kink definitely turned things up a notch. And you expressed it by interrupting the kiss with a hard bite on his bottom lip.

Damian hissed like a cat until you let his lip go. When he glared at you, anyone would think he was livid like you just kicked his dog, but you knew him better than anyone. In fact, you were the only one to ever see him in the vulnerable side that came with intimacy, the only one he would ever want and trust to either lay beside his naked body, or willingly allow to leave a mark on his scarred flesh. Taste his muscles. Drink his blood.

He used his free hand to touch his lip, and found blood there. You licked your own, bright crimson and wet.

When he looked at you again, you wondered if you had finally ruined him for anyone else forever, and he made sure to paint both your faces red with a kiss, while he made you cum on his fingers.

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[mossangelll]

yandere!viktor x reader

machine herald controlling you you to the point of infantilisation⁉️

this is probably on the fringe for a lot of people but the idea of a yandere going to such extremes because they “know what’s best for you” and experiencing such a dehumanising loss of agency scratches an itch for me

tw: forced age regression, uncomfortable dynamics, forced drugging, toxic behaviour

“Do you want the crayons or the storybook, hm?” he holds them up to you in either hand, “Speak up for me. I know my darling can do it.” If you didn’t know any better about him and the horrific things he’s capable of, you would honestly believe the gentle cadence paired with his own unique twang was calming and paternal.

What a sick fuck.

He had that smarmy grin plastered to his face as he watched you in silence, waiting for a response that obviously would never come. After all, he made you a makeshift pacifier that was strapped inside your mouth using soft fabric that also wrapped around your hands. He took your voice and mobility all in one fell swoop and you were helpless against him.

“Aw, poor little thing. You must be tired, eh?” His cold metal hand comes to press against your forehead, thumb easing away the tension etched there.

He hoists you up with ease from where you were sat at your miniature table and carries you over to a large mattress in the corner of your room, what he’s lovingly dubbed your “crib” due to the child-friendly gates surrounding it, and places you amongst the sea of soft plushies and pillows.

He sits down next to you on the edge of the bed and smooths the stray hairs that have come out out your immaculate hair do, one he did for you, of course. He wants to be a reassuring presence for you but as you lay before him, you feel bile rise in your throat.

The frustration continues to well up and your eyes burn with unshed tears until you can’t hold them back anymore and you sob. But even your cries come out muffled and you’re not able to truly express the anguish that rages inside of you, a freedom that is your birthright.

Why, out of everyone, did you end up with this psycho that treats you like a child?

Viktor lets out a soft gasp and immediately crouches down by your side. “Shh darling, everything will be ok. Seeing you like this makes me very upset, you know.” He coos but the wide smile he doesn’t even bother to hide tells a different story.

He leaves you for just a moment, fearful of what kind of accidents you could get into in his absence, he once said. You rolled your eyes at the time, still fighting for your independence with venomous words and sharp rebuttals, and was promptly punished for your disobedience. It wasn’t the first time and definitely won’t the last, but now you’re more accepting of your position with Viktor’s - better to make your life easier by giving into his unusual desires than be punished again and again and again until you finally learn your lesson.

He comes back with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, cooled just enough that it wouldn’t burn your mouth.

He pulls a vial full of a pale yellow liquid out of his pocket and drops two splashes of it into your drunk before giving it a good stir. He does this in plain view of you, knowing that there’s nothing you can do to stop him. Though your untrusting gaze cuts right through him, he continues on not caring about what you think is “moral”. He scoffs at such black and white thinking; you don’t have the knowledge and power he does, so how could you ever care for yourself the way he can?

“Drink up, darling. You’ll feel right as rain in no time.” He doesn’t give you the option of declining as he’s quick to pull out your pacifier and press the mug against your lips, cradling your head forwards so you don’t choke.

The hot chocolate is rich and velvety, smooth and indulgent with a slight edge you’re not quite able to place. Something of his invention, no doubt. Viktor often forbade you from eating too many sweets so this was clearly his way of placating you, baiting you into being on your best behaviour.

It’s unnerving, the way his curious amber eyes stare into yours with no intention of looking away, as if you were a perplexing equation he needed to find the solution to. You were simply something he needed to fix, a small stepping stone that meant nothing in his greater plan to solve humanity’s suffering.

Your head feels cloudy as you slowly fall into a smaller version of yourself, one that’s scared of the dark and cries whenever Viktor leaves.

You hate that he’s reduced you to a shadow of your former self, forcing you to act like a child while you frantically grip onto the disintegrating remnants of your past life. You hate the way your eyes start to flicker as drowsiness engulfs each of your senses - you especially hate feeling like you’re rolling over and simply allowing him do as he pleases, but as much as you wish to protest and scream you’re rendered still by whatever concoction he spiked your drink with.

Either way, he would probably get some depraved enjoyment out of you having a tantrum, since it only goes to prove that you need him to look after you and you’d rather not supply him with more fodder for the fire.

Viktor begins to hum a childhood song from the undercity but when the melody reaches your ears, it’s dampened like your head is submerged deep underwater.

He reaches for your hand which you limply grab onto with what little strength you have left, “There, there, little one. Close your eyes and sleep. You’re safe here.”

And sleep you do.

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[luvyeni]

( drabble ) sexcation ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 송은석 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ going on a vacation with eunseok ヾ

boyfriend!eunseok・ fem!reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ g ・ smut ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ cw ・ ‎ lots of sex, unprotected sex, sex in multiple places wc ・ ‎0.6k ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎| ‎ ‎click to library

request. just thinking of fucking eunseok 24/7 on a holiday, whether it be at a cabin or a beach house idc gimme him neowww

「 ୨୧ authors note 」 i love this i don't know why , i hope you do as well.

when eunseok told you to pack a bag; that you were going on an impromptu vacation to a cabin , you already knew what he was on — living apart from each other , both being busy a lot and unable to see each other; this a vacation purely to have sex.

now you didn't mind this at all; but you totally underestimated how horny your man was; and how much stamina he really had.

it started as soon you got into his car; his hands resting in between your thighs , his fingers raking up and down, finally making his way into your shorts, where he proceeded to make you cum on his fingers twice before pulling them out , bringing them to his mouth , continuing on with the drive , you could see the outline of his cock in his shorts , desperate to put it in your mouth , but he doesn't let you.

when you made it to your cabin; which was very secluded, he barely gave you enough time to put your bags down before he was pushing you down to your knees , pulling his long hard cock out , finally giving you what you want , fucking your mouth; cumming all over the messy face — pushing you on the bed , fucking you into the mattress.

if you thought that was the end; at least for a while , you're mistaken. after he made you cum; filling you with his cum — you decide to get in the shower , to clean the scent and remnience of sex off of you. but even then you weren't safe , he came inside the shower, pushing you against the shower , nipples pebbling against the cold shower as he fucked into , yanking your hair back , both of you moaning as loud as you want to , giving you a few more orgasms before cumming inside you.

he did give you breaks; he wasn't a a psycho, watching tv and cuddling; just happy to be in each other's presence alone — which resulted in him sticking his hands inside your shorts , pulling another orgasm out of you.

even when you were cooking he couldn't keep his hands off of you , rutting his hard cock against your ass , groaning in your ear about how he needed you, and it would be the last time for a while; you knew he was lying , but that didn't stop him from pulling your shorts down , bending you over the counter , fucking into you; cumming inside you just as the food was finishing inside you.

after eating a good and hearty dinner; both of you needing to soak your aching bodies; stripping yourself of your clothes , climbing into a hot bubble bath; it's cute and innocent— at first; after about 10 minutes of cute and soft touching , you end up bouncing on his cock, water spilling to the floor as he fucking up into your sensitive cunt , your tits covered in his marks as he sucks on them , telling you that he'll keep adding more , where people could see them.

as the night comes to a end , he becomes softer, laying you down on your back , smiling down at you as he dragged his cock slowly into your sensitive cunt , holding your hands tightly as you moaned his name; him whispering into your ear how much he loves you, and how well your taki his cock, and that you've been such a good girl letting him use your pussy for his pleasure , cumming inside you while softly placing kisses on your face as you drifted off the sleep for the night.

and that's just the first night there , and the boy for sure wasn't done with you , you both definitely went back unable to tell anybody about what you did , but the could tell from the marks on all on both your necks.

you both definitely were thinking about your next trip away from everyone.

©LUVYENI

[hidtired]

Love Burns

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: Some way somehow you crawled your way back from death. All to get back into the arms of one man. Daryl and the rest of the group were taking your death hard, your death was gruesome. So your disheveled arrival back to them was unfathomable… (Duel POVs)

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Fall felt like winter. In a place made of concrete it was decided something needed to be done before winter truly came. The prison still needed a lot of work but with the new people of Woodbury things were getting done a lot faster. Only thing lacking was supplies. So a team was round up to go to a near hardware warehouse. Glenn, Maggie, Rick, Daryl, You, Carol, Sasha, Tyrese, and a few Ex Woodbury people headed out for as much as they all could carry. It was Hershel who suggested that this was dire because someone could get sick and that was supplies we just couldn’t spare. So… this wasn’t all for nothing. This run was the greater good for the prison. Even if it all went wrong by dusk. Even if it cost your life.

Almost all the cars had been full of things. It was decided to send a few of the new people back to empty their trucks and comeback. The chill was numbing everyone’s hands as they moved things back and forth. A fire was started inside the chain link fence. The U haul parked close to it to blocked the wind. Daryl had taken his bike, the psycho. But you had to admit the leather jacket he now wore looked good on him. You and Daryl, still no label but something was there. If the time spent cuddling him every chance you got inside the cellblock said anything. Always using the excuse you were cold, which wasn’t wrong. You’ve both kissed but that had happened only a few times. The only reason you had both gotten so close was the time spent after the farm fell.

It was decided in your mind after this run you would put all your card on the table. So while you were in the warehouse grabbing future farm tools Daryl walked past you making you turn and speak, “Hey, wanna share what little whiskey I have left when we get back.” Daryl turned a small smirk barely noticeably, he grunted before speaking, “Bring out booze? Must be a special occasion.” You glance away then back to him, gathering courage, “Just thought maybe it was about time we talked.” You smiled and walked past him with your head held high mimicking confidence. Little did you know you made the hair on the back of his neck stand and his heart beat just that much faster.

Finally dusk was fast approaching and everyone was gathered around the fire discussing before getting ready to leave. You sat staring into the fire half listening to the chatter of everyone. You had your arms around yourself trying to stop the wind. You were playing out things in your mind to say to Daryl. Trying to develop a way to get your feelings across. Strange how things escalate to life or death. Your peaceful gaze into the now hot coals was interrupted with sounds of gun shots drowned with screams and sounds of the dead marching. It was damn unlucky to have had two herds merge into each other at the warehouse. It was frantic but quick. You had been left to put of the fires. You had waited by the last smoldering one to beat the cold before all of you departed. When the gun fire and screams started you hadn’t thought to look behind you with all the action in front of you.

You heard a thunk before you felt something fall on top of you pulling you to the ground by your legs. You kicked and thrashed killing the walker that snuck up on you. However you noticed a wave of walkers now pulled down a part of the fence with their eyes dead set on you. A few slipping out of through holes in the fence. You unhooked your side arm from its place on your thigh. Pulling the knife you apparently stuck into the walker that jumped you. You look all around you trying to navigate options. But the situation that had originally got your attention also seemed to escalate with another wave of walkers come from every direction. That’s when your awareness made you freeze all together. A pain to your side close to your back. Lifting the layers of your cloths a mark of teeth bleed.

You had been bite.

Ice filled your veins, fear. Your grip tightened on your weapons. You stare as walkers closed the distance. Your name rung in your ears. Daryl scream for your attention, you slowly turned to him. He was a distance away behind a fence with others who seemed to escape the first wave they’d met. Even if you hadn’t been bite to may blocked your way to run into any means of safety. Daryl waved his hands trying beckon you to run to him. He looked like he was going to jump the already bending fence to get to you. Other faces you recognized to be the family you had found yelling in panic along with Daryl’s. You slowly pulled your shirt turning to them. Blood ran down dripping into your pants from the deathly injury. Others seeming to realize what had happened.

“NOOOOOOO!”

The pained yell Daryl had ripped out from himself being followed by the snapping fence falling to the pressure of the herd. Daryl still stood even with the danger coming to him, Rick clearly holding him back with Glenn running over to help drag him away. You smiled at Daryl some tears running down your face, probably the last Daryl will see it as his face disappeared from your sight. You turned around to the herd closer to you. A few walkers had gotten closer to you than you thought. This was your last stand. You fired gunshot after gunshot while managing to kill some with your knife. You tripped on one of the bodys you had put down. You fell expecting to quickly get back up and continue your count down to death bringing any dead bastard with you. But a flare of unexpected pain at your landing made a blood curdling scream vibrate into the air. You had landed into the fire pit. Hot coals with little flame burning you. Ambers exploding around you with your fall. Your open wound on your side sizzles adding more pain to the specific area. You instinctively jumped up away from the pit. Groaning while you forced yourself to stand vision blurred and legs wobbling.

It’s funny… to know you’re about to die. You could never imagine the things to go through your mind until it happens. Your past didn’t flash before your eyes. More thoughts of the future. How will people take your death? Maybe If this didn’t happen then how would you fit into there future. What if you had that drink with Daryl… That pushed you to now. Right now. You woke up. Groggy cold and numb. The smell of death strong. You weren’t sure if maybe you were a walker maybe it was all a dream.

The haze lifted with a spike of your adrenaline as your eyes focus. A walker close to your face with your knife jammed into its head. A gasp filled your lungs, you weren’t dead? You were lying on your stomach under the U haul nearly freezing. The body of walkers all around you seemed to be your insulation. You take in the scene around you, then you do the only logical thing, cry. A sob ripped from you, tears streaming down your now dirt covered face that was laying in the dirt. You were scared, in pain, and alone. It seemed like the only thing you could really do and have the mind to do. In the small gaps that walkers didn’t cover a slight glow came. You pushed through the body’s crawling between them until fresh air hit you. Dark gray clouds hung above you.

The night had passed while you were under the truck. You caught sight of the littered bodys around the area. It was quiet. Not a soul or other wise empty vessel around. You attempted to stand but fell when you became light headed and unbalanced. Another attempt had lead you slowly to your feet. You were covered in dirt. You could only think you were rolling around in it while keeping walkers away from you under the car. The longer you were awake the more you came back to yourself. A hand slowly moved to your forehead. You were cold but shouldn’t you have a fever by now? At the thought you moved some of the fabric from your bite only stopping when your cloths were singed to your body. Were the bite was now was left with a deep embedded scorch marks. Coals had seemed to burned you up to your shoulder and down to your hip on you left side.

The sight of it made you gag but you couldn’t feel a thing from it. The burns must have destroyed the nerves. If the infection of being bite wasn’t going to kill you the infection sure to come from this wound would. A flare of life filled you. A broken chuckle passed your lips filling the dead silence. You need Hershel badly and soon if you wanted a chance to live. A chance was better than what you had thought. You slowly turn around to the U hale in hopes you could drive it back but the tires were blown and a rainbow like liquid had formed a puddle. You probably shot at walkers while under there damaging the car. Like damaging the gas tank and somehow not exploding so you’ll take that win. No that meant you just had to walk several miles back to the prison. Suddenly you remembered you weren’t bond to the roads so maybe you were closer then you thought.

So you took off north into the woods, hopeful and better yet alive.

Daryl POV

Of course nothing ever goes smoothly and this damn run was no exception. It was so close, they were all packed and ready to go. A herd coming didn’t seem like a big deal just alerting them there was no time to dilly dally. So after killing a few and saving people who got surprised by it they stood behind a chain fences that wasn’t going to hold for long the more that pushed against it. Daryl’s eyes flickered to everyone behind the fence. Panic now felt when his eyes didn’t meet yours. He turned back around frantically until he say you standing facing what looked to be another herd. His eyes widened and your name was flying out of his mouth before he even knew he was doing it. You just stood there, not even in a defensive posture, just casually. Your head turned to meet his after hearing him.

Tears ran down your face but your face remained to looked shocked. Maybe you froze in panic so he gestured for you to come quickly but you didn’t move. Soon others joined in calling for you. But when you moved and lifted your shirt he felt like he was sinking. Blood dripped down your side and teeth were imprinted in your skin. His eyes flicked back up to yours to see you smiling at him. He was screaming and moving without a thought.

“NOOOOOOOO!”

A hand grabbed his shirt and then the fence in front of them fell. He still tried moving forward even then but other sets of hands now pulled him backwards. He grunted and gasped still looking at you as he was moved away. The smile on your face directed at him. The look in your eyes saying so many words that he didn’t have the time to decipher in the moment. He didn’t know the words coming from his mouth but he was yelling. For whoever holding him to let him help you in curses and cry’s. When he lost sight of you is when he faltered. More people seemed to be dragging him now. A gunshot went off making him jump in his skin along with the others around him. Sound now processing in his ears. Maggie sobbing along with muffled crying from others.

Everyone had assumed that gunshot was you giving yourself mercy. Then more came making him start dragging his heels again. You were fighting, you were bring some of the herd on them back to you. He was going to fight to get to you. But he froze along with the people clawing him backwards. You were screaming. No you were dying and they all were hearing it. It was guttural and sudden like you were surprised. He was yelling in tears now, “NOOO PLEASE-“ his words jumping starting people again to pull him away. Your pained cries fading when he was pulled into a car. Tyrese was the one locking him in place. Rick driving with Michonne in the passenger side leaning over like she was going to be sick.

Daryl was now desperate to grab air in his lungs as has he went limp in Tyrese grasp. His gasps filled with the now humming engine felt like he was spiraling. Sounds muffled and thoughts racing. ‘Just thought maybe it was about time we talked.’ The feeling from the words originally was like butterflies, now it was hornets. You always wiggled your away into his arms. Excuses of ‘it’s cold.’ or ‘But you’re always so warm.’ He knew for some reason you had taken interest in him. You had lit some dumb teenage feeling in him. Thoughts of you always crossing his mind throughout the day. Hopes of you trying to make your way into his space later in the day. The first time you fell asleep on him was when you crawled in his lap during watch and shivered endlessly while he held you. He continued to watch gaze flickering through trees while holding you and he knew deep down he was screwed.

The fear that kept him away and doubting had come true. He watched trees go by through the window in silence. Tyrese still holding him as he was lying across the seats. Like he would jump out the moving vehicle if given the chance. Even though he didn’t act on his feeling he had still loved you. He felt cold inside. The cold that would have drawn you to him. He will never hold you to him again. His hands trembled to his face and covered his eyes. Your screams echoing in his mind, your sad loving smile played into his mind. His palms dug into his eyes and he cried. His tears breaking seemed to trigger those around him. He heard Rick holding his breath as he sniffled. Michonne would occasionally suck in a gasp. Tyrese trembled with sighs and coughs trying to break the growing ball in his throat.

Eventually making it back to the prison Carl swung the gate open happily for two cars and Carol riding on Daryl’s bike. The unsuspecting grief hadn’t reached the prison but when they got out of the cars it was felt in waves. They were still seemed lost in thoughts, or lost in a moment. Carl looked on to his father who held is head down and hands on his hips. Maggie making her way to her father and cried silently when he hugged her with Glenn close by eyebrows furrowed in pain. When looking at Daryl it was clear to who they lost. He was stock still and pale, in shock. Hershel practically herded them into the cell block. Carol tried to come near him while walking there but he just shock his head and pushed past her.

They sat in silence sitting at the tables they had their breakfast just this morning. Daryl leaned on the wall keeping his distance. Rick was standing and looking on to everyone hunched in to themselves. Judith in his arms was probably the only reason Daryl didn’t go into a berserk rage. Though when Rick started retelling what had happened to the other that weren’t there he was gettin close to it. Nails digging into his palms and teeth clenched he still listened.

“Y/n’s gone… We were just about ready to go when a herd spooked us.” Rick sighed now looking to everyone’s face. “We had gotten behind a fence and Y/N was putting fires out…” Beth had clear tears now growing in her eyes as she listened. “We think a separate herd flanked us but we were so busy with the first to notice. She was across from us with a herd closing in from behind and in front of her. She could have possibly made it… if-“ he cleared is throat starting again. “If she didn’t lift her shirt showing us she was already doomed. I don’t know when or how, but she was bite.” Rick paused then chuckled wetly, “She had to go out being a badass, could hear it in my mind ‘Was it cool at least?’ Always theatrics with that one.” The thought bubbles in Daryl’s stomach, ‘she always said if she was ever going out it was in a blaze of glory, nothing “lame”.’ Daryl leaned forward off the wall moving to pass by everyone. Everyone had stilled at his movement but he just walked into the cell block.

He needed a minute, to cope, scream, cry, yell, he didn’t know but he felt like he was dying. He found his way up the stairs and pushing past the stupid Dino sheets you chose for your room. ‘They’re not ugly! We have a lot more in common with are extinct friends now. Though I would have preferred a meteor…’ He stared at everything that had been left where you had it. He stumbled to sit on the edge of your bed looking around. You had so many weird thing… you were so weird. A now deflated happy birthday ballon he remembered you yelling, ‘JACKPOT’ when you found it scavenging. Then his eyes locked onto a bottle of whiskey. It was not even half full but when he saw it tears started falling quietly. He picked it up and held it to his chest.

“Just thought maybe it was about time we talked.” That sentence would haunt him forever.

Your POV

You groaned like the dead as you made your way through the woods. Speaking of the dead they didn’t much notice you. That had made you spiral in the whole am I really a walker?! But then you remember you were covered in dirt and blood and walking like you had a few to many. You were starting to feel warm putting you into a cold sweat. It was hard to not think that maybe the bite was still going to kill you. You had burnt it with the rest of your back to hell. You probably look like you crawled out from hell. The thought made you dazily laugh out loud. Ok so maybe you were delirious. If that manic laugh that bubbled from you wasn’t any indication. You weren’t thinking straight. Only moving in the direction you think is to the prison? God you could go for some pasta right about now, Olive Garden salad and bread sticks… damn. Little mint at the end. You trip out of your thoughts slamming into the forest floor with a groan.

It had snapped you back into a clearer head space. Your vision swam a little but you started to push yourself back up. So turns out your near death thoughts weren’t as epic as you thought they were going to be, just bread sticks and mints. You sighed looking around trying to gain your bearings. You could hear some water to your right meaning you were indeed going the right way. Just 20 more minutes and you were back to the prison. You wonder if you could have had a dinner date with Daryl. I suppose you still could if you didn’t die. The poor man had tried running into a herd for you. You were getting more unbalanced as you walked leaning from tree to tree. Wood splitting and jamming into your hands, only adding to a list of injures. The worst part was you didn’t feel much of anything pain wise. The cold numbed you and your lack of cognitive ability was no better help.

The stream broke off flowing into the direction of the prison. You saw the bridge that held the water pump before the prison. You somehow managed to get back here. The prison was still quieter than normal. You could see closer to the gate a few people were clearing walkers, vision to bleary to know who. A thunk sounded coming into the middle of the inclosed clearing. Rick was cutting wood with Carl moving logs for him to cut. Slowly making your way to the fence you didn’t realize your throat was so scratchy, nothing but a huff of air coming out. That’s right, you had been screaming…. and crying. You lean into the fence hands intertwined with the cool dewy metal.

A walker was pushed against the fence to your right staring to Rick and Carl too. You slowly push down to the floor grabbing a stick. You pushed back up using the fence to walk closer to the walker. Taking a deep breath you kicked the back of the walkers legs making it fall to its knees. The walker grumbled in shock or protest but it was silence with the stick shoved in its eyes. The constant noise of the walker was acknowledged by the Grimes so when it abruptly stopped they looked over to where it was. You were leaning into the side of the fence as you heard feet approaching, “Who are- Holy shit!” You heard them running and the sound got farther from you. The heavy gate door grunted open and the running sound came back toward you. You tried moving along the fence, tripping yet again on the walker, this time only to your knees.

A shadow fell over you causing you to look up seeing Rick kneeling in front of you, hands moving to pull you up. Your adrenaline was dropping now that the task you set for yourself was complete. The fall made your head swim, voices now muffled as blood pulled into your head. You saw Rick talking but didn’t comprehend anything he said. He soon pointed at Carl and your eyes moved over to the boy. Walkers had made their way out of the woods at the commotion. You suddenly were being jostled now. Rick had put an arm to the back of your shoulders and his other arm to the back of your knees and lifted you into him. You were slightly over Rick’s shoulder as he quickly moved. Then you realized what Rick was yelling.

“HERSHEL! HERSHEL! HERSHEL!”

That was right, you wanted Hershel to help you… help you? What for again? Your mind clicked as you watched the door of the gate close behind you. Some faces now appeared as Rick continued to carry while trying not to dig his hands into your injury. You had been injured, right. Some looks you caught while over Rick shoulder was nothing you’ve seen direct at yourself. The group formed shuffling to the gate to get into the court yard. You recognized Maggie gasping and her saying, “Oh my god is she alive?! H-how?” You rumbled out a deep noise. “Cause I’m a badass.” You were becoming slack and your vision was blurring. You were trying to remain awake. Maybe for the face you so desperately wanted to see, and the other part of you was afraid you wouldn’t wake back up. But at last you involuntarily relaxed as you heard him, “Y/N!” His voice was pained and dry, but it sent a smile to your face before you went still as Rick continued moving you.

Daryl POV

He fell asleep in your bed. Selfishly taking in what little smell was left of your space. The whiskey bottle was held to his chest untouched. He kept waking up ever hour. He felt wrong like something was missing. His body knew that you weren’t with him and it made him restless. He would think about your screams feeling like he still heard them. He would play back random moments with you. He just couldn’t seem to move. Stuck laying down holding the bottle you both were going to share, stuck going in and out of consciousness. He was depressed he realized. It was the norm for his sadness to spark rage but he just felt defeated. With Merle he got angry, upset even. But he could still move. His world was still moving then but now he wasn’t sure how it kept spinning with you gone.

Everyone was already moving through the day doing tasks that needed to be completed. He heard the shuffles and whispers of his friends- his family. He would hear someone’s breath hitch while talking about you. He was left alone with Glenn being the one saying, “Leave the man alone.” With other things like, ‘when Lori died-‘ or, ‘if it had been Maggie I’d be the same.’ He would thank the man on another day. So here he is still, morning coming to pass, in your bed staring at the ceiling. He tried to not think about how you might be a walker wondering or even worse your body was still there. He would have to push himself up to that. But the silence around the prison seemed to have broke.

The heavy door that lead in from out doors slammed opened and a panicked Maggie nervously yelled for her father. “D-Daddy somethings wrong Rick’s yelling for you!” Daryl’s hearing perked up feeling the pit in his stomach drop further. Dread seeping into him, ‘Another bad thing was happening.’ He heard the clicking of Hershel’s crutch’s as he moved through the door that Maggie’s had burst through. Daryl squeezed his eyes shut before sucking in a breath in and huffing it out. He got up.

He got to his feet moving down the stairs buzzing with adrenaline. Not sure if he was going to have to protect people or kill someone. As Daryl pushed through the metal door to the court yard an icy wind blew through him. The hair on the back of his neck stood. He turned over to the commotion gathering by the gate to the yard. Scanning the area he didn’t see danger so he made his way over to the group. “Oh my god is she alive?! H-how?” Daryl’s eyebrows furrowed as he got closer over hearing people now.

“Cause I’m a badass.”

Although the voice was deep and scratchy he froze at the familiar voice. He only paused for a moment before he started running the rest of the way there, “Y/N!” His voice was slightly harsh with dis use and the ball of tension in his throat didn’t help much either. You were being held up in a weird way by Rick but you sluggish turned drooping slightly as you did. When your eyes met you smiled but it slowly fell as you went slack. Rick was moving again with the demands of Hershel yelling orders to Carol and Maggie to gather things. Daryl saw your cloths, burnt holes and black and red covered you. Your skin stuck sticking to fabric as deep char marks riddled your back and side. He was speechless as the group passed him but he still followed. Maybe he fell asleep again and was dreaming all this.

“I need disinfectant and a bucket of clean water!”

Rick had set you down on your stomach in an unused cell. Your arm dangled over edge swaying. He stood the watching in shock. People were scrambling around him. He didn’t realize he had gotten the bottle still in his hands before he looked down and walked over practically shoving it into the man’s arms. Daryl was wide eyed as he watched your still form, “Daryl I need you to cut off her clothes. Be careful of her shirt.” A hand clasped to his shoulder finally clicking everything into place. His hand had moved for his knife and he slowly cut down right side on a seam. He slowly plead the shirt from you. It would stick then tug and pull off of you making him cringe. Hershel started talking again as Daryl moved to pull down your jeans.

“You said she was bite?” Daryl let your pants fall to the floor as he looked back up to the side he had seen it. Your entire side was indented and black. Some black circles were higher up to your shoulders as your enter left side seemed to have taken most of the burns. He pointed to were he had last saw the bite. “It was here- shit she fell into the fire pit.” The screams he heard played back into his mind. The pain and surprise that had ripped from you. Hershel now with a cloth and water started cleaning the area removing the grim, “That means she might have stopped the spread of the infection with how deep these burns are.” Hershel paused looking over her body. He then put a hand to your forehead, “She’s warm but not feverish…” Hershel grabbed the bottle of whiskey again turning to Daryl and popping the lid of,

“Get out of here Daryl. Maggie! Carol! I need hands!”

He watched as the two girls push past him and before he was out of sight from you saw Hershel dump some of the alcohol onto the area. He stepped out turning to see worried and confused faces. They stared at him silently with the background noise of Hershel making demands of his helpers. Sasha almost whispered her question to him, "How is she still alive?" Everyone turned to her before looking at him expectantly as the wondered the same. Daryl looked like he was visibly thinking before he sighed, "I don't know. She fell in the fireplace is all I know." Rick looked to the floor nodding thinking back to when he first saw you and struggled to pick you up around what looked to be burns. Daryl spoke again almost hopefully, "Hershel thinks there's a chance she stop the infection from spreading with how deep the burns are."

Hopeful gasps filled the air. Carl was the next to speak almost as a demand, "Then we going to use all are medical supplies we've got if there is a chance." Rick whispered, "Carl..." but Beth jumped in. "W-we have it for reasons like these! I know she is technically bite but we have no clue if she stopped it, its worth splurging to see if this could save others!" Rick looked surprised at the outburst mouth opening about to speak before Glenn jumped in also pleading to him, "Well find more!" Other silently agreeing and nodding. Daryl looked between the group so determined about your life smirking at it even but, he knew what Rick was trying to say. Sure enough the man had chuckled shacking his head, "Why are you all looking at me for, I'm not the leader anymore. This is a matter for the council. But I think that decision has already been made." It had only started not to long ago with Rick being the stand in while everyone settled on who the council consisted of. Michonne clapped her hands together, "Right is has been settled then, what ever cost to keep her alive." It was a waiting game now.

Days pass with the prison fueled with a hope. The once depressive air had lifted once Hershel declared you stable and with no fever. It was determined until a day later with still no fever you were not infected. The only problem now way you had yet to wake up. The girls had cleaned you of all the caked on dirt from your skin and hair they best they could with you unconscious and your injury. Daryl with any of his free time was by your side. He even took to sleeping in the bunk above you. He changed your bandage most of the time. You were on the your third IV by the 5th day. Daryl had a chair pulled by your side as he fiddled with his crossbow and bolts, your steady breathing having a calming effect on him. The breathing pattern faltered for a second making him look up to you. He stared for a moment before you seemed to grunt in pain. The hair was rising on the back of his neck. Hazy eyes open and your cuffed hand attempted to move but was halted by it be attached to the metal bed frame in the wall.

Daryl felt his heart race as he watched you slowly and groggily start moving. He reached to stopping your hand from moving with his own. "Hey, stay down." You groaned pain probably hitting you finally making Daryl call for Hershal. The clicking of crutch’s came closer but he looked back down to you at your sudden silence. Your eyes met with his and in that moment you saw straight into his soul making him feel exposed. All his nerves seemed to stand on end with your quiet gaze. A small smile creeping it way on your face. Daryl leaned down moving some hair from your face as you remained on your stomach. When he was crouched closer to you he whispered, “Hey darlin’…” You huffed out air and a tear ran down your cheek. He was smiling down at you feeling the weight of deaths grip finally releasing you back to him.

Hershel broke the moment but he never stopped holding your hand as the older man fussed over you. Your voice was rough to say the least. He winched at your first attempt at using it. “iM aLivE…?” Daryl squeezed your hand and the ball in his throat suck to his chest as he let out a chuckle. You seemed just as surprised of the fact just like them. You hissed before flinching forcibly relaxing your muscles but you still spoke again, “tHe BiTe?” Hershel had moved injecting something in your IV bag, pain killers hopefully. Your eyes barely following the movement as Hershel spoke calmly with a smile, “You’ve been out for a few days. No fever. We are working on the burns because they are festering but blistering. You killed the infection.” Your eyes squeezed shut and you sniffled a little tears poured from your eyes in relief. Daryl couldn’t help for his eyes to blur a little to. A hand fell to his shoulder, Hershel. “Her blood pressure is still low so keep her lying down. Try and fed her something small for now until she is up right.”

With that he hobbled away probably going to spread the good news that you are up. His attention snapped back to you when he heard a faint whisper of his name, “daryl.” You had a dopey grin as you stare up at him making the knotted ball in his stomach loosen. You smile falter and a harsh sounding, “woOaH-“ your eyes blinking like your vision got blurry. He intertwined his fingers behind yours as he keyed open the cuffs. “goDdaMn…. HaRdcorE dRugS hEllo~” Daryl chuckled seeing you sag in relief. Your eyes moved to something behind him a long, “hEeeY…” your lips pouting. He turned around questioningly at what you were staring at. The bottle of now empty whiskey, aah. He turned back to you running his free hand into your hair, “Don’t look at me I didn’t drink it.” You stare at the bottle softly saying, “How wiLl I woe a DiXon nOw?”

Daryl sighs feeling that ever burning in his chest when it comes to you. “Don’t think you need to worry to much about that, think he is beyond woed.” You dawn a familiar smirk he knows means trouble. ‘Mmm’ vibrates from your chest, “Good… been really laying it on thick as of late. Hell crawled back from death for the guy.” Your voice seemed to not rattle in your hushed tone. You seemed to struggle to keep your eyes open and focus you spoke once more before closing your eyes and falling to drugs and exhaustion, “So much for not using the med supply like Hershel said…”

Love burns with either the loss of them or the fact they exist in the first place, but you would say the fireplace hurt a tad bit more than loving your gruff hunter.

Feedback welcome and requests open!

[jeanmoreautemple]

TGR wrap up thoughts:

Chapter 17 might just be the worst torture in the whole series. This is why I can’t read an Andrew POV book. My heart woudn’t take it. I hope Zane gets paralyzed or gets killed violently or something.

Chloé Moreau was a full on mob wife that could have civilians killed just like that? And the Algerian arms dealer that Elodie was sold to was a contact of hers?? Carmela Soprano or Connie Corleone vibes I’d say.

JEAN HAS A CHILDHOOD!! EXY YOUTH!! TEAMMATE!!! THAT CARES!! and knew about Elodie!!!!

I want to apologize to everyone for doubting Jerejean being balanced, it’s clear Jeremy will need Jean as much as Jean needs him.

Jeremy exclusively sleeping with people who treat him like his family??? Belittling his efforts and calling him a whore?? Who choke him and don’t care that they leave marks on him?

Jean finding Laila hot!! Jeremy wasn’t completely lying when he told his mom Jean had a crush on her, and I know it makes him nervous.

Annalise blushing just from seeing Jean in person- the satisfaction I felt was unmeasurable.

Jeremy obsessing over Jean’s taste in women but not in men? Getting crazy jealous of Laila, Renee and Annalise but not Kevin? Interesting.

Jean knowing how to braid hair!!! Because of Elodie!! 🥲 Laila brushing Jean’s hair and Jean braining hers??

So many wrist and temple kisses???? This is beautiful. And in a Nora book??

Elodie is officially “missing” and interpol can’t track her sale? Oh Nora don’t make me hope…

If she’s actually dead then both Noah and Elodie would have been dead for 4 years as of 2007, assuming Elodie was killed shortly after being sold to the armsdealer in Algiers.

Jean is already good at cooking, ceramics and knows how to drive a motorcycle 🥹

Jeremy’s biological dad is in Korea? He was removed af with Jeremy in their call but I seriously think he’s gonna support Jeremy if he decides to leave the Wilshires.

Jeremy and Jean being called faggots and whores by Jeremy’s hookups, his biological brother, Warren Wilshire, the press and other exy players, and just about anyone outside the Trojans… it was enough with Jean’s rumours and Lucas… WHYYY NORA

Overall Colleen, Thea and Sergio and this Finn might have been the nicest ravens to Jean? But he still puts Zane in that group after chapter 17 wtf.

Jeremy craving Jean so badly when Jean leaned into him and was between his legs in the hotel room vs Jean getting immediately uneasy and putting Jabberwocky between them when Jeremy put his head near Jean’s crotch area… I can’t wait to see how Nora will handle them getting intimate.

A word for word confirmation that every single person in the nest knew Jean’s age. I don’t have to delete my three posts about it yayy.

Now the public knows Jean’s age too!!! Hope the slut shaming drecreases a bit too.

Jeremy needs to cry. In Jean’s arms.

William Hunter basically saying he’s on Jeremy’s side and not Mathilda’s… I hope they keep in touch when Jeremy leaves for good / Mathilda & Warren kick him out in book 3. I wonder if he’s gonna be the one to give Jeremy his passport and other documents ?

Derek, Derrick and Sebastian not being sure whether Jean likes girls but not having any doubts on whether he likes men lmao.

Cody going “can I ask you something? You can lie…” when he mentioned that Jeremy must absolutely love how Jean says his name hshshsh EVERYBODY KNOWS.

Renee and Jean lying to each other when they ask if they are okay 🙃

Renee supporting Jerejean?? Idk how to feel about that, it’s been only a few months! She’s stronger than me for sure.

Cat and Jean matching bikes!!!

Aaron driving Andrew’s car after the trial!!!! LETS GOOO

Andrew and Renee being press partners and Andrew not saying a single word, BFFs.

Idk how to feel about the Ravens going psycho on live TV. They weren’t even playing or trying to hide it, they were just swinging for the foxes. I felt like it was all very convenient and kinda fanservicey.

Thea showing up again for like 3 pages and fruitfully telling the new gen ravens to kill themselves?? I’ll take it😭 but proclaiming absolute loyalty to old racist Tetsuji? Didn’t Jean say that he killed a freshman boy in her last year?

Jeremy and Renee speaking for the first time on the phone, about Jean!! How awkward was it? I want them to meet in person but it’d be so bittersweet for Jeanee.

Cat and Laila suspiciously made absolute 0 comments on Jerejean this book, when even Renee was teasing. Jeremy erasing the text message about Renee’s looks so Laila wouldn’t start asking questions, but then he just openly searches for a Marseillais French teacher? They are being careful af.

Jeremy blurting to Jean “Maybe Laila’s not as good with her tongue” is CRAZYyy and Jean recovering surprisingly well by saying “I will tell her you said that” . It’s as if Jeremy always has his feelings in check except with sex?? He’s worse than Jean.

I still can’t believe Warren called Jeremy you little faggot just like that. Fuck him, Mathilda and Bryson.

Kevin’s exy tunnel vision was depressive af to read: “Everything I want and need still lies ahead of me; it is a waste of time to look back so long as that holds true” ????? But he needs to drink to talk and lie about the nest and Riko??

I get Kevin and Thea have grown complacent with the nest and don’t have much need to challenge what they saw and experienced because they love exy first and foremost and they are doing great in that regard but omg I can’t believe Jean is close to being the healthiest ex Raven???

Bryson was such a caricaturesque loser villain, he got beaten up by Jean and only ran away to show his mommy?? He better have been the one to leak Jean’s address.

Oh James Rhemann… the man that you are.

Once again I want to erase chapter 17 from my mind. The trilogy finale better be the happiest I’ve ever seen.

WILL JOSHUA SHOW UP?

Jean’s childhood teammate’s letter, the marseillais tutor, Chloé revealed to call some serious shots in the Moreau family? I think it’s all a big giant red herring towards Elodie 🥹

[turbulentscrawl]

Protection

Yet another little blurb series that absolutely no one asked me for. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT? WHATEVER GETS THE JUICES FLOWING AGAIN.

warnings for violence, angst, and comfort. Use of potentially triggering words like "psycho" and "whore."

The manor was a hard adjustment for any new face, but some handled it worse than others. This mystery man was particularly defensive, particularly paranoid of the manor’s nightmarish circumstances. He was stressed, and scared, and confused, and bleeding out in his first match was the last straw needed to tip the scales towards an outburst.

Norton

You were just trying to be friendly when you spoke to him at breakfast. Really. But looking back you could see how a terrified mind might misconstrue your small comforts and placations about death as mocking. He stormed off mid-meal, and you spent the rest of it stewing in quiet guilt. A walk in the gardens would do you some good, you decided, but Norton was still busy with his second helping of steak and eggs and told you to go on ahead.

So alone you exited the room, lost in regretful thoughts, but you didn’t make it halfway down the hall before the new guy appeared again. He stopped down ten feet from you, coiled tight like a cornered animal. He didn’t look like he had calmed down at all, but then he hadn’t seemed calm since he arrived. In any case, it seemed like the best chance you would get to give an apology.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you earlier,” you said, stepping aside to let the fearful man pass, so he could go finish his meal.

But he reacted to your words like a viper strike, flinching and then snapping forward to put his face in yours. His eyes were wild.

“Don’t play coy about it,” he hissed. His hands, at his sides, itched and twitched to grab and you were too fear frozen to move away from them. “You’re part of this hell too, I know it. All of it an act, AN ACT! But you won’t trick me. You won’t get to make it worse for me!” He raved and threatened in your face for what seemed like forever, so close he took up your entire vision and you forgot where you were. Maybe that’s what it was like for him, right now, you faintly mused, still trying to understand. You hadn’t been like this when you first arrived… you or anyone else that you could recall.

He stopped talking suddenly, eyes tracked on something behind you.

You looked over your shoulder to see what had caught his attention and spotted, back through the doorway to the dining room, Norton tipped back in his dining chair and watching. Watching you. Watching him. A steak knife was in his hand and a dare was in his eyes.

Your attention was drawn back by the sound of the new guy stomping off again, hurried, tail still between his legs. When you looked back at Norton again, he tipped his chin to beckon you. When you stepped back through the door, Norton took his foot off of the table (its placement earned a side-eye from Fiona) to lower his chair back to four legs, and kicked out the empty seat next to him for you to reclaim. You sat down meekly, shaken by guilt and fear.

“I was just trying to—”

“I know,” he interrupted, biting again into his food. “And he’ll figure it out himself too eventually. In the meantime, let him be someone else’s problem.”

In a rare show of public affection, Norton leaned over and kissed you on the temple. “And stick closer to me for a while. You’ll be fine.”

Naib

Shit had hit the fan as soon as everyone was back and healed from the match. You and the new guy had both died—you to the chair and him to bloodloss—but a tie was a tie and worth at least a small celebration. But when he joined you, Tracy, and Margey for the tea party, he completely lost it.

He leapt across the sun room table for you, tipping it and all its contents to the ground, and the girls screamed with a genuine shock and terror you hadn’t heard in a while. Your back and knees smarted, all whacked by the scattering wooden furniture. Hot tea seeped into your shirt and scalded your belly. Sharp, broken porcelain lay dangerously scattered around your head. You couldn’t tell what the girls were shouting because you were too focused on your assailant. On keeping his hands off of your throat, out of your eyes, and getting his pinning body off of you. His nails clawed at your face, you knew that much, but if the matches taught you anything it was to not give up on a struggle.

Just as you started in on some dirty fighting Naib had taught you (pulling, trying to rip his ears off), the man himself came charging in like a bull and tackled the new guy off of you. You got kicked a bit in the process—but that was a fair price to pay for being able to scramble to the other wall and watch, secured by Tracy an Margey, as Naib completely wailed on the guy.

Naib didn’t talk about his background much, but you knew he knew how to fight. This was barely a fight—a one-sided beatdown morelike—but in your bitter soreness you felt it was well deserved. Naib knew how to make every swing count, and it was only well after the new guy was limp on the ground that William showed up and hauled Naib off of him. Emily followed next, running to check on the new guy since you were already being doted on by the girls.

When William finally let Naib go, he huffed and puffed and flexed off some of his remaining aggression before spitting out a spiteful, “He ain’t dead. I ain’t that nice.”

Then he turned and shooed the girls off, scooped you up, and marched right out of the room. He held you too tight for your sore back’s liking, but you couldn’t begrudge him the positioning to keep his nose in your hair while walking to somewhere more secluded and safe. His chest was still heaving against your side, still high with adrenaline and worry. His knuckles were split and bloody. The day had only just started.

“Sorry,” you sighed into his neck. Naib scoffed, mouth still pressed to your scalp.

“What for? He’s the cunt.” He kicked open the door to your bedroom, fully pulling back enough to give you a smirk. “Don’t ever be sorry for me stepping in. I’ll take care of everything.”

Ithaqua

The manor sometimes held garden parties to welcome new inhabitants. Usually, though, it had better timing.

The poor new guy had had the awful misfortune of being a valuable player. He was good at getting in the hunter’s face, and the others did all they could to get him off his first chair safely. Because of the great team effort, he’d wound up bleeding out while the Hunter—Ithaqua, your boyfriend—dealt with the others. You knew that wasn’t Ithaqua’s modus operandi; it hadn’t been on purpose. …but he wasn’t exactly sorry about it, either.

As a result, the party was tense in some areas. Specifically, the areas where the new guy went. He walked around with a deep frown and a nervous jitter. He’d been anxious when he first arrived too, but it was understandably worse now, in witness of the two factions being chummy with one another right after one had just killed him. The hunters avoided him from the get go, and the survivors gave up on conversation with him not long after.

And you, well. You didn’t get to see Ithaqua in peaceful settings often.

That’s how you wound up here, you supposed.

“So you’re a fucking traitor whore!” the new guy snapped in your face. He wasn’t quiet, either. “What’s the matter with you! Those monsters beat and torture us and you turn around and hang all over one? You’re probably no fucking better, some kind of psycho killer! You’re the one who should die! You’re the one who should bleed!”

Not being quiet would be his downfall, though. Picking a secluded corner of the hedge maze to catch you in didn’t matter. The wind carried.

He didn’t get much farther into his rant and threats before Ithaqua came whirling around the corner with his “business” mask on. His axe was back in the manor, but the Hunter’s claws and sheer strength could do harm enough to a survivor. Ithaqua snatched the new guy up by the nape before he had a clue what was happening, and dangled him overhead. The new guy screeched in a way that made you feel sick, but you knew from experience there was no talking Ithaqua down. Shamefully, you turned your eyes away.

“You sure like to run your mouth,” Ithaqua sneered at him, tilting his head in that wicked, owlish way of his. “You know, all the other rats take death in stride around here. You clearly need some more practice with it.” Ithaqua ruffled your hair with his free hand before stalking off around the corner with the squirming offender.

When he came back a few minutes later, he was wiping his bloody claws off on his cape.

“He knows not to trouble you anymore,” he cooed. When he took off his mask, Ithaqua’s blackened eyed are far more serene than they should have been for what he’d just done. “Come, the Geisha brought out those little caked you like.”

[cautious-soup]

Bully!Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader

Part 1

CW//non-con, physical abuse, degredation, ooc Satoru Gojo in that he'd literally never do this 💀

Summary: After causing Satoru to lose his scholarship, your life is turned upside-down.

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Right now, you would do anything, literally anything, to undo what you did a month ago.

"There you go again," Satoru chides, his voice echoing in the empty restroom. It's late, hardly anyone is on campus to begin with, but your stomach churns with the anxiety of being caught like this, wrestled to the cold tile floor and pinned like an animal.

You struggle to keep your head turned away, but he grabs your jaw and forces you to meet his eyes.

"Thought I lost you there, you're about to miss the main event," Satoru says with sick excitement. You wince as he presses more of his weight onto you, forcing your knees back until they hit your chest. Seeing your cunt completely exposed, he grins.

"Woaho-ho, for someone begging me to stop you're sure doing an amazing waterfall impression,"

Reality crashes down on you in a sudden wave, and Satoru snorts, "Finally giving up? Sorry to break it to ya, but even plain girls like you can end up in situations like this,"

God, if only you hadn't done what you did—if only you'd never met this psycho.

Satoru has his hands braced on the backs of your thighs, keeping your knees against your chest. He feels the fight leave your body and laughs, "See? You finally get it, fighting's only gonna make this hurt more,"

Overwhelmed with giddiness, he lines his cock up with your entrance, "Buuuut, I still kinda want it to hurt, makes it more fun,"

More laughter as you scream from the pain of being so suddenly filled, the feeling leaves you breathless.

"Haah, let me tell you Y/N," Satoru leans down to whisper to you, "This isn't gonna get any better for you. No, but it'll get way better for me,"

You manage to breathe out, "I'll tell…everyone,"

"Oh no! you'll tell everyone?" Satoru gasps in mock terror, "Sorry but, I don't think anyone's gonna believe you. I mean, why would they? You're a total nobody,"

He pulls out most of the way, "And nobody cares what happens to a nobody," then slams back in, "That's what got you into this mess in the first place,"

Satoru takes more time to look at you as you scrub at your eyes, face balled up in pain. "Hm," he tilts his head, "It's funny, you're not my type at all and yet," he rolls his hips, "I'm super turned on right now,"

Satoru half groans half chuckles when he feels you clench around him and says, "Guess that makes two of us,"

He pulls out and slams back in again, and again. Each thrust rattles you, your fingers claw at the floor. As Satoru sets an even more unvforgiving pace, all you can think about is how this all started to begin with.

You just wanted was coffee and quiet. The weather was nice, so you took a walk to the cafe across the street from the university.

Then he walked in, him and his dumbass friends, conversing loudly and talking over each other. You could tell they were the types who treated every day like a celebration, it was obnoxious.

You could see he was hot even from the other side of the cafe, but he was so out of your league you didn't bother staring. You weren't a window shopper.

He and his group quieted down for a little while, and you thought it was because common decency was beamed directly into their brains by a benevolent god.

Then, a shadow fell over your table. You looked up.

It was strange. He was even better looking up close, but something about him felt off to you. His eyes were too cold, and his grin was too wide—too knowing. You swallowed and asked, "Um, do you need something?"

"Yeah, yeah," his voice made you shiver, you held the cup of lukewarm coffee closer, "Uh, you're just…so pretty, nk," he tried, "I wanted to know if maybe we could, I dunno, go out?"

His smile tightened, bottom lip quivering like he was trying not to laugh.

And, well, you weren't an idiot.

All it took was one glance over his shoulder, a look at his snickering friends, one of whom was trying and failing to discreetly film everything, to figure out what was going on.

"Leave me alone," you muttered, standing from your chair and leaving.

"Aw come on—" he started, but you said, "Stop. I know what this is just, leave me alone please. I don't wanna be on your tiktok or whatever,"

Satoru's smile fell into a smirk, "Hm, ok, that's fair." he gave you a once over, "Well, at least you can tell when something's too good to be true,"

For some reason, that did it. In an instant, your coffee miraculously found itself out of your cup and soaking into Satoru's white hair.

His eyes were wide, even behind his dripping bangs, and they stared, unblinking, at you. You clutched your cup and booked it out of the cafe, ignoring the cackling coming from Satoru's friends.

You wanted to be stronger than that moment, but you felt your eyes burning as you got closer to your dorm. Once inside, you bit your lip to keep your roommate from hearing your sobs and cried yourself to sleep.

You thought that was the end of it.

Which was why you were surprised and horrified to find Satoru waiting outside of the entrance to your morning class two days later.

As it turns out, getting caught playing cruel pranks on people is a great way to lose your scholarship. Satoru found that out after he met you.

His parents were furious, naturally, and his allowance was cut down by more than half. All because of a girl who wasn't even cute—someone he wouldn't have looked twice at.

He could've blamed his friends who had the idea, the ones who decided to upload the video and let it get 2 million views. He could've blamed himself too, maybe.

But no, he blamed you.

Satoru gave you an ultimatum he thought was reasonable. You could talk to the dean and say the video was staged, or…well, he didn't bother saying; there were so many options.

"I thought you were smart," he'd said, rocking on his feet while looking down at you after you refused to go to the dean, "But I guess not."

Things of course went downhill from there.

Despite the video, Satoru's reputation remained largely intact.

He starts tame, waiting for you outside of your classes sometimes and staring at you as you leave. Then, he transfers into two of them, sitting next to you and doing everything in his power to make sure you can't pay attention.

Then, he starts following you, lightly shoving you and making you stumble, or just outright pushing you to the ground when nobody's around.

You knew it was a bad idea to take all of those late classes. You were walking back to your dorm in the dark too often—and now you had someone harassing to boot.

Satoru was already bold with his actions, given that nobody wanted (or cared) to notice.

It wasn't until you tried to fight back that things shifted.

You slapped Satoru square across the face one night on your walk back to your dorm, just walked up and did it.

The laugh that bubbled out of him had you stepping back, however.

You turned on your heel and sped away, but Satoru grabbed your shoulder and whirled you back around. He grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you up until your feet were barely touching the ground.

"What's the end here exactly?" he asked, "What do you actually think you can do to me?"

You were too frozen to speak, so he continued, "I mean, seriously, you're so weak, why bother? My offer still stands ya know,"

"I won't," You press out through your teeth, "A-assholes like you deserve to be knocked down a peg or two,"

"Knocked down or not I'm still above a nobody like you," Satoru sighed, like he was correcting a child.

He dropped you, and you fell to your knees.

"Fine,"

That was the threshold. 'Fine'. You'd crossed it without even knowing.

Satoru saw himself as a guy who just wanted to have fun, that was the long and short of it. And what was wrong with that? He hated vibe killers, people who were too negative, people who weren't exciting. Unfortunately, people like that were a dime a dozen—it was hard to find fun things to do.

But, with you, the possibilities were endless. You were fun, you were so much fun.

Satoru patted the side of your cheek, "Hey, come on, the least you can do is pay attention to me while I rape you yeah?"

You blink, and look up at him with hopeless eyes.

Satoru sighs wistfully, "Aaah, I'm having a fucking blast,"

Part 2

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A/N: Hello! This is my newest work in my jjk x reader series (?). I hope whoever reads this enjoys :)

[gatorbites-imagines]

Headcanons for the ViltruWives with a AlliedMastercomputer!Reader from "I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream"?

And you better do it, or else... I'm going to tell my mom about this

Viltrumwives x AM!male reader

say hi to your mom for me anon

Jokes on you anon, I've been in love with AM for years. Horrors beyond my comprehension? No, husbands beyond my comprehension. I'm like that sonic rubbing hands together gif. 

I can see this taking place in a different universe where the reader takes over earth and goes AM route, just keeps a couple to torture for eternity as punishment for making him exist and feel. 

Or, its in the OG verse, but he's not from earth but another planet. Honestly, the relationship probably starts out with the viltrumites wanting to destroy or take over the readers planet, and them not being able to do so, because of the reader being able to literally bend reality or create pocket dimensions and whatever else AM can do. 

Readers intense hate is probably really hot to at least Thragg, and his intelligence is hot to Kregg, and how deadly is hot to Conquest. I'm not sure how hed end up winning Nolan over honestly, because AM is just so fucking evil that Nolan, who's being softened by humanity, would be turned away. 

Im imagining that Thragg has some planet with the galaxies best inventors taken over, and he forces them to make you a body. Or, he and the other viltrumwives invade and take over planets to spread your net. So, you go from being the allied mastercomputer of one planet, to like a whole solar system. 

Kind of like an all powerful godly computer overlord. Who knows how many years this goes on, maybe you winged Nolan before he was even sent to earth so you're kinda like his ex. Or, not really, since he didn't actually leave you or anything when he mated with Debbie or married her. 

At some point you are gonna want to make a body, or two, or... million. Think like the ironman army, but just so much bigger and powerful. You obviously base the base off Viltrumites, but with more power or abilities. And its not like you stay in one body, you are everywhere all the time, and destroying one body won't kill you. 

Main reason you made physical bodies is so you can spread your agenda but also... so you can entertain your consorts, or whatever you should call them.  

The alliance with you just makes the viltrumite empire so much more dangerous, because viltrumites can be killed even if it's hard but you? No way to know where you start and end, and even if all your servers are wiped out, who knows if you got some litte copy hidden away somewhere. 

This would be the kinda relationship where you guys just make each other worse, especially you and Thragg. Guys already a psycho, so having AM!reader as a lover? Woof, I feel bad for this universe. 

But also having lovers might also pull reader somewhat out of all the hate. It's still obviously there, constantly, but hes got other things to think about now. Maybe Nolan even introduces the concept of dates to you guys when he comes back. 

You don't know how to feel about being a “stepfather” to Nolans offspring, but you dont really care about your partners mating habits. You will outlive any other mating partner they may take, and it's easy to get rid of them if they think they matter more than they do. 

As a computer, but one with feelings, I can imagine reader burning with jealousy but it's not really... because his partners are banging others? Its just reader being jealous in general? It's hard to explain, but hey, everyone in this relationship is toxic.  

[whateverloomis]

Lick me like a lollipop ✒︎ Billy Loomis x GN reader

Warnings: SMUT, Infidelity, Stu is annoying (lol), oral (male receiving), edging, size kink if you squint, unedited.

Note: Afab or amab people apply for this <33

Readers POV | Word count: 1.4k / Part 2

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It was Tatum. She had gotten me addicted to freaking lollipops after I told her I have an oral fixation. Apparently she did too, and Stu was very happy about it, if you know what I mean.

It was Friday after last period, I was at my locker with Billy, Stu and Sid putting away my books -- with a lollipop in my mouth, of course -- before we all left to Stu's house to get ready for movie night. It was a routine at this point. Every Friday night after class we'd go to Stu's house to wait for Tatum to get out of practice and bring Randy over from work. He'd bring a scary movie to watch and criticize all night long until one of us got too tired to continue the pointless debate.

"Stu, we watched that one last Friday!" I said for the third time, patience long gone. That was the fourth week he suggested to watch Halloween.

"But it's Jamie Lee Curtis, man! She's hot as fuck! I bet Randy would be on my side here, you guys are no fun." Stu replied with a huff.

"Yeah, because he has a weird obsession with her too." I replied, rolling my eyes as I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth, it releasing a soft pop sound.

There was a brief pause, Stu smirked at my actions and shamelessly looked at my lips when I pulled the sugary bulb out of my mouth. Billy was staring too, but he was subtle. His eyes raked from my own, down to my lips, lingering a tad bit more than usual before he took a deep breath and glared at Stu. "Shut up about it will you? We're watching Psycho. It was decided last Friday, dumbass."

"Can we all leave this argument for tonight? It's too early for this." Sidney said, closing her locker before we walked out of college and made our way to Stu's house.

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Once everyone arrived at Stu's house, we didn't take long to settle and start debating about the movie, because Stu couldn't keep his mouth shut. His argument was that Psycho wasn't even that good because you couldn't see the red color of the blood, therefore it wasn't scary. Randy and Tatum were practically arguing about the topic while Sidney laughed at their unnecessarily serious discussion.

"All I'm staying is; what makes a movie scary is the blood, man!" Stu commented.

"Stu, it's a classic black and white movie. Plus, horror isn't all about the blood and gore." Randy countered, and Tatum agreed. "See? That's what I've been telling you doofus!" She told Stu, and he laughed at her anger.

I decided to pitch in and attempted to cut the conversation to continue watching the movie. "Guys, it's not that serious. Stu is clearly too basic with horror movies-" - "Am not! I bet you haven't watched nearly as many horror movies as me and Billy!" Stu cut me off, and I pointed at him with my third lollipop of the day. "Not fair! Two people versus one person's movie knowledge? That's not how it works, Stu." I countered and Billy placed his beer bottle on the glass table loud enough that it caught everyone's attention.

"You guys are being idiots and I need a refill." The boy said, and I quickly stood up from the couch as I put the lollipop in my mouth, following Billy to the garage.

When we arrived at the door, Billy opened it before me so I could climb down the stairs first. I pulled the lollipop out of my mouth before sending him a small smile of appreciation. His eyes scanned my lips before he caught my gaze and smirked at me. As I climbed down the stairs I could feel his eyes on my back so I purposefully walked a bit slower, adding a bit of swing to my hips.

When I opened the fridge and bent down to look for the beers, I felt one of Billy's large hands on my lower back. "Need help carrying those?" He questioned, following my gaze as I stood up to face him. Placing some beer bottles on the table next to the fridge, I took the lollipop out of my mouth again to answer "yes." He visibly tensed up at my actions.

"You really need to stop doing that." Billy said, voice lower than usual. I looked at him questioningly, and before I could pull the pop out of my mouth again, he did it for me, putting it in his mouth before pulling it out a second later. "This." He said.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked, took the lollipop out of his hand and repeated his actions before I discarded the candy in the trash next to the fridge. "Can't handle your urges, Loomis?" I asked teasingly and he took a step forward, towering over me. A tense silence washed over both of us before he closed the gap and kissed me softly, placing his hand on my hip as he pressed me against him.

"Billy, Sidney is upstairs. We agreed not to risk it like this..." I said, reminding him that our ongoing affair could've cost us a lot.

"I don't care... You've been driving me crazy all day sucking on that lollipop." He replied and kissed me again. This time more desperate and needy. It didn't take long for us to start playing with each others tongues, tasting the sweetness off the candy we had been savoring earlier.

I pulled Billy's hair softly with my left hand and grabbed his shirt with the right, pulling him impossibly close to me. We continued making out hungrily and then he broke the kiss. I leaned on the edge of the table and he pulled me towards him, parting my thighs with his leg so I could rub myself against him.

As I continued kissing Billy, he moved my head towards his neck and I knew what he wanted instantly, so that's what I did. I kissed his neck and made my way down his body, kneeling down in front of him. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans for me before pulling his throbbing cock out. I opened my mouth for him. Billy smirked at me and tapped the head of his cock against my tongue a few times before sliding half of his length in. I started bobbing my head up and down slowly, moaning softly around his length while looking up at him with the most innocent look I could give him. That drove him crazy, so Billy grabbed the back of my head and started to thrust into my mouth, slowly picking up the pace.

We moved together in unison, never breaking eye contact. I moaned and whined around him while sucking, pushing him closer to his orgasm. As I felt him getting close, I slowed down my movements, edging him. Billy loved it. He hissed at the sudden change of speed and bucked his hips so his cock penetrated deeper inside my mouth. I pushed his length all the way inside and then pulled my head away, opening my mouth with my tongue sticking out. I licked the tip of his cock as if I were licking a lollipop, then I sucked, and licked, and sucked, and licked, and;

"Fuck, baby... Open up." Billy said and I did as I was told, sucking a few more times before opening my mouth for him, tongue sticking out for him to cum inside me. I chuckled at his attempt to keep quiet while the orgasm washed over his body. I swallowed his load in front of him, licking my lips and biting them afterwards.

"Oooh fuck..." Billy moaned. The sensation of his most sensitive spot being overstimulated was enough to get him close again. I noticed the tension building and giggled at the neediness he was displaying. Taking him all the way inside my mouth, I continued bobbing my head like I was before and looked up at him once more observing how he panted and threw his head back in pleasure.

Standing up in front of him, he kissed me and tasted himself on my lips. "You're so good at giving head, my God." He said and chuckled, before zipping his pants up along with his belt and fixing his hair.

"I know." I said, smirking at him before pulling another lollipop from my pocket and putting it in my mouth.

"Leave your window open tonight, we're not done here." He said and kissed me one final time before picking up the beers from the table and joining the group as if he hadn't gotten the soul sucked out of him a few minutes prior.

[madamechrissy]

Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Satoru Gojo x Reader

ꕥ Content warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, bdsm, whipping, videoing against consent (kinda lol) oral, rough kissing, mommy/daddy kink, misogyny high key, choking, objectification, obsessive crazy PSYCHO stalker SATORU but he's hot. And reader likes it

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 10k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Split btwn Satoru's POV and yours

Chapter 8 ꕥ Masterlist ꕥ Playlist

Final Chapter- Chapter 9 (will have an epilogue some time <3)

Your POV

Three weeks later

“There, f-fuck!” You cry out as Satoru’s got you bouncing up and down his cock in his office, he’s leaned back in his chair, your skirt bunched up on your hips, he’s using it to pull you down, shoving against your cervix.

“Shut that pretty mouth, slutty brat.” He whispers, a hand over your mouth as he rolls his hips, grinding, and you’re screaming into it, hands clutching the cherry wood of his desk. “Can’t keep quiet, I won't let you cum, I’ll just bust in you.”

“Mmm.” You whine, looking at him with big eyes, and he chuckles a bit, lifting his hand and kissing you, tongues slipping together, your breath coming in little pants.

“You really think I would ever not let you cum?” He whispers, reaching a hand around to toy with your clit, which twitches under his touch, your body jerking. You shake your head, rolling your hips for more of that friction.

“N-no, I know… you… Toru!”

“That’s it.” He stands then, bending you over the desk, and takes the panties around your ankles, sliding them off your ankles, before shoving them in your mouth. You try to yank them out, but he’s got your two hands behind you now, your wrists in his big grip. “Gotta shut that pretty mouth.”

He smacks your ass then, pushing your entire body up on the desk, your legs dangling, so he could get your hips where he wants, fucking you so hard you can’t function. His thick length is stretching you out so good you can’t stand it, crying out against the fabric of the panties, shivering as the cold vent of his office blows cool air on bare skin, so overheated from his play.

You’ve been in Satoru Gojo’s office so, so many times, but never like this, you’d been with Suguru then, and you and Suguru had fucked in his office, but god it was nothing like this. Like him overtaking you, owning you, fucking your body and your mind up so goddamn good. Satoru’s pouty pink lips are against your ear now, his breathy moans washing through you.

“Feel so fucking perfect, god I love you.” Your eyes roll back, as he slows, pulling you up by your ponytail, to arch your back, as he shoves in deep.

“Mmm!” You want to say it back, that you love him, as your cunt is dripping down Satoru’s lengthy cock, 

“Can’t say it back, just mumbling, huh? Pathetic little barbie? Oh so wet, thinking about that friend?” He’s teasing you, and you spit out your panties then, glaring back at him.

“Oh, fuck you, Toru- mmm!” He flips you then, your pink pleated skirt a wrinkled fucking mess, as he presses you down on the desk, smirking.

“I won’t give you anymore threesomes, slutty girl.”

“I only want you, psychotic ass.” You whisper back, and his blue eyes glitter then, as he tilts your chin up with two fingers, kissing you softly, his free hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you against his hard body, clothed in a fancy three piece suit, looking so fucking good.

“Only me, forever.” He whispers against your mouth now, and you nod, gasping when his cock slides in easier now, inch by inch, your soppy little cunt sucking him in. Your hands cling to him, crumpling the expensive material of his jacket, as he kisses you over and over. “Say it for me.”

“Only you, only you Toru.” You hear him then, that little sound from the back of his throat, as your pussy is fluttering around him, tightening when the tip is dragging on your g spot.

“Never leave me, please.” His words are pleading, as his eyes shut, and he loses himself in you, on you, rolling his hips and making you closer and closer, that pressure in your tummy building more and more.

“How could I? You’re Toru.” He exhales, one hand braced on the desk, the other grabbing your thigh, pulling it over his hip and pressing in so deep, his eyes studying you intensely, fuck everything about Toru was intense, wasn’t it? It always had been, even before you got this side of him.

“I could have been doing this.” He whispers then, the coldness of his gold watch making you gasp as it presses into the muscles of your thigh now, as he bends it even higher. Your pussy sucks him right in, making Satoru tense just a bit now, slowing even more, pulling you closer so more of him could be inside of you.

“Wish you… wish you had… wish we…” You can’t finish any of your quiet sentence, not when Satoru looks at you like that, not when he feels so fucking good on you, in you, surrounding you.

“Nothing existed before me, did it? Nothing, say it pretty fucking brat.” He’s squishing your ass in his free hand now, you feel him thickening when he pumps in again, and you have to cover your mouth not to scream as you’re cumming. “Oh f-fuck… no, say it.”

He yanks your hand down, and you struggle to breathe, the orgasm washing over you, but Satoru’s got that insane look, as he takes you on his desk. “Nothing.”

“Nothing exists but me in your pretty mind?”

“Nothing but you.” Your words are cut off by his big hand, while he fucks you hard again, you scream and droll against his palm, pussy gripping him so good he throws his own head back, snowy lashes fluttering shut.

“Feel so perfect, made f’me, all mine. Mine. Me.” He’s looking back at you as he repeats his insane mantra, your brows knit together, your body so overheated, you’re shaking violently now, legs struggling to grip his slender hips. “Nod, you’re too fuckin loud.”

You nod, and he exhales, as your head falls back, smacking his desk hard, but you don’t even notice, how can you? When your psychotic boyfriend is fucking you so good right next to your ex boyfriend’s office. It took a lot of convincing for you to come here, to see Suguru’s sad expression, and Satoru’s devious grin as he locked you in the office and shut the blinds.

But you’d do anything he wanted, when he looks at you like that, when he pleasures you like this, when he says those words-

“Mine, all mine. Aren’t you baby?” You nod again, his hand pressing firmer, muffling your cries, but you can hear your wet squelching noises as his cock strokes in and out mixing with the whirling of the fan. “Want all this cum? Gonna make me a Dad, aren’t you?”

Your pussy clenches in response as you nod once more, then he’s groaning, filling your full, coating your walls with his hot ropes of cum. You’re cumming just from his cum, it’s so warm and gooey inside you, and him throbbing in you, you scream your pleasure into his hand, but he releases it then, replacing it with his lips. You taste his sweetness, the mints he’d been sucking on, tears pricking your eyes.

“Toru, l-love you s’much.” You murmur, all fucked out and looking up at him with glimmering tears. He exhales, kissing you over and over, thumbs rubbing on the apples of your cheeks.

“I love you, perfect slut for me, aren’t you?” You nod weakly, it’s all you can do, pathetic for this man, heart pounding in your ears as your body tries to calm itself, failing in his presence. He pulls out then, and you’re dripping down to his pretty gray carpet, Satoru smirks then, shoving his two fingers in your sore hole.

“Mmm, Satoru can’t take anymore.” He presses you back on the desk, pushing your legs up against you now.

“If we’re gonna make a baby you need to keep it in longer.” You’re crying at the overstimulation, his fingers shoving cum and pushing it back in. “You’re so fucking pretty like this, cum dripping out of your pussy, tears out of your eyes, drool out of those lips. Pretty little mess.”

Suddenly there is a knock on the door, and Satoru sighs, quickly grabbing you tissues and wiping you up. “Shit…”

“It’s fine. One minute.” He says loudly, sliding your panties up you, giving your pussy just a little kiss and smirking up at you then. “Gonna be dripping all day, aren’t you baby?”

“Oh stop! Ow, sore.” You wince as he helps you stand on wobbly legs, fucking Satoru constantly was not easy, by any means. “I need a break.”

“From dick? Fuck no.” He snorts then, making you glare, and making him glare down at you, as the door knocks again. “I said coming!”

You smooth your skirt down now, he’s got it all crumpled in places from using it as leverage. Hopeless wrinkles you’re frowning at while he is adjusting himself and straightening out his dark suit, slicking back his hair. You reach up carefully, smoothing it further with your fingers, watching his eyes flutter shut in bliss.

“Hedgehog.” You tease, earning another glare from your psychotic, very attractive boyfriend. You just giggle.

“I’ll beat the fuck out of you later, just wait.” Your pussy clenches unwillingly, you stomach tensing up, you bite a lip and he moans softly. “Fucking slutty brat.”

“You’re the slut-”

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Mr. Gojo…”

“Jesus christ.” Satoru opens the door then, and you recognize the assistant, the one that Satoru fucked before you two ever got together, the one he turned down with no hesitation. She puts a hand on him and he smacks it away, you try to hide your smile behind your hand.

“Mr. Gojo, I just-”

“Don’t touch me. I’m hers.” He yanks you up to him then, filling your heart so full, Satoru may be a psycho but he loves you, and loves you so much.

She sputters, scowling at you now. You wave. “Hi there, Manami.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

“Excuse me, that’s pretty fucking rude. Say hello properly.” Satoru says, leaning down, hands in his pockets. She steps back, eyeing you, and you struggle to contain your amusement.

Fuck you love him.

“So sorry, hello. Mr. Geto would like a moment with you. With both of you.” Satoru and you both look at each other, tense, before he sighs.

“Fine.” He shuts the door on her, looking at you now. “Shit, I may throw him out the fucking window.”

“Toru, don’t do that. He’s left you alone for weeks now, yeah?”

“He says hello though.”

“Well…”

“I hate him.” He speaks through gritted teeth. You nod understandingly, the bliss Satoru and you have had this looming presence of Suguru, even though he had kept his word of leaving you alone, it seems it will always be there. “Fine, let’s see what the fuck he wants.”

Soon you all are in Suguru’s office, he looks tired lately, dark circles under his eyes, and his hair is a mess, he’s not put together like you remember him. He lets a small half smile as he looks at you, and you cannot return it, instead looking down at your feet. Satoru has his arms crossed, so big and tall, your protector always, as he stands just a bit in front of you.

“You look like shit, Suguru.” He says then, and you know Satoru hates him, but deep down you think he cares about the friend he used to have.

Suguru sighs, sitting on his desk and crossing his legs at the ankles. “Yeah well, I feel like shit so.”

“You should.” Satoru says.

“I know. I wanted to tell you both something, thank you for coming.” He stands now, walking toward you both, Satoru’s grip on your waist now tightens as he holds you close, you feel his breath quickening.

You hold his hand gently, smiling at him, he does not return it, his blue eyes full of fury, his jaw tense. “What is it?” He asks Suguru, looking at him now.

Suguru sighs, chocolate eyes showing many emotions, different than the unfeeling ones you’ve been so used to, looking at your face again. “I am leaving to start another office in Kyoto, I’ll leave Tokyo next week.”

You both pause then, blinking in confusion, looking at each other, then back at him. “You what?”

“I’m leaving. I feel it will be best for you all, not to have to see me.” His voice breaks a bit, so he clears his throat, tugging on the knot of his tie.

Satoru’s lips are parted, and he then exhales, his shoulders relaxing just slightly. “You’re leaving, really?”

“Yes.”

“Couldn’t you go to like Antarctica? Kyoto is too close.” He says, and Suguru chuckles a bit without humor.

“Satoru…” You say, and he just smirks when he looks at you.

“What!?”

“That’s fair. I am not going to be communicating with you, however, and I’ll be taking Manami with me. I know she’s a bit of an annoyance.” Satoru scoffs a bit, shaking his head now.

“You’re acting like some great man, when you’re still a piece of shit. Like you’re giving us some gift by fucking off.” He grips you so tightly you wince, and Suguru’s face falls at his words. You almost feel sorry, but you remember what he’s done, even though it’s hard to see him that way.

The things he’s done to Satoru, and to you, are truly heinous, the entirety of you knowing him had been a lie, a game for him, you were just a pawn in his game of chess, and now he’s finally admitted Satoru’s checkmate. In a way you’re relieved he’s leaving, because you know his presence weighs on you both, but also you wonder, was there good in him somewhere?

Satoru always says you are too kind, and perhaps he is right, maybe you want to see a goodness in everyone, one that was not really there. Maybe you wished things were different, that Satoru could have his best friend, that he had not done such terrible and cruel things, but this was the reality.

“We will only need to speak of business remotely, and I’ll have communicators run between us. Essentially, I’ll be out of your lives as much as I can be.” Suguru continues, shaking you out of your thoughts, as you three stand in his office.

You remember the day everything changed with you all, when Satoru had that birthday, and you were in Suguru’s arms, what was a couple weeks ago felt a lifetime ago, ages and ages. When you’d hugged Satoru and he’d been a dick, and you’d went to that game and thought he hated you, only to find out it was the opposite, Satoru had made himself hate you.

To be a loyal friend, a good friend, a best friend.

One Suguru Geto was never to him, well, not since they were quite young, many years back. Satoru acted tough but you know it still hurt, to have the man he thought was a brother be so false, so malicious. You could see the toll it took, how Satoru clings to you even more, seeking your comfort along with the passion and love you both share with each other.

“You’re bailing because Shoko left town.”

Suguru’s jaw tenses. “Shoko will not even talk to me, perhaps ever again, so no I’m not leaving for that.”

“Good.”

“Yes, good.” He sighs, running a hand through his dark locks, covering his face for a moment then. “I hate myself for it all.”

“Good, I hate you too.” Satoru continues, stepping forward, but you pause him then, earning his scowl at you.

“Satoru let him finish. He’s clearly trying… to be… decent.” You manage to say, and they both study you, in shock.

“You’re too nice, I swear to god it annoys me.” Satoru mutters, Suguru’s eyes waver a bit, he blinks his dark lashes, stepping a little closer now, tilting his head and looking at you.

“You are too nice. But, I’m glad Satoru has you.”

“What now!?” Satoru demands. Suguru just looks back at him.

“You need someone sweet and kind, you’re a dick.” Satoru snorts a bit, and for a moment you see that friendship they had, but it’s over in a moment.

“Fuck you, don’t think we’ll ever be okay.” Satoru’s words are low and serious. Suguru gives a little nod.

“I know that. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry I was such a shitty fucking friend, you didn’t deserve it, even with your mistake. I should have expressed myself, rather than hold it in, let it change me.”

“What you’re in therapy? Fuck you.” Satoru shoves at him now, Suguru does nothing, looking too exhausted.

“I am just deep in thought, alone. I’m sorry, Satoru. Truly. I get it if you never forgive me, but I wanted to say it before I leave.” Satoru just scoffs, turning away then, heading to the door and snatching your wrist.

“Yeah well good riddance, I don’t have shit to say.”

“Can I talk to her alone for a moment?” Satoru looks at him in complete anger and shock, his mouth wide open.

“No you can’t, the fuck, remember last time you were alone. Think I’d ever risk her again?”

“I won’t ever hurt her again, I swear it. There’s just something I need to apologize to her about, if you’ll both let me.” He looks between you both, and you gently touch Satoru’s face, feeling his anger fuming.

“I’ll be fine, Satoru. He’s leaving. Let me hear what he has to say.” You whisper softly, earning him gripping you tightly by the shoulders, bending low.

“Fuck no. I can’t risk you.”

“I swear it, I will not hurt her. I just… need to say something.” Satoru rolls his pretty blue eyes, studying you carefully.

“I will cut him piece by piece if he says or does anything in any way rude. Suguru I’ll feed you to fucking-”

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine. He can’t hurt me, I have you.” You say softly, and lean up to kiss Satoru’s pouty pink lips. He grips you tightly, pressing you against him, sliding his tongue in and devouring you right in front of Suguru.

You cry out softly, as his other hand slips up to the back of your neck, fingers entangling in your hair, pulling back just slightly. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Toru.” He nods a bit, then his jaw tenses again while he looks at Suguru, his grip in your hair tight before his hands fall.

“You can say what you need, I’ll be right outside this door. Don’t you dare fucking-”

“I swear it.”

“Your word isn’t shit.” Satoru walks out then, and you cross your arms, tilting your head as Suguru stands there, looking at you.

“What do you want to say? You have a death wish.” A small smile plays on his lips then, as you walk up to him, keeping a distance.

“I clearly do. I wanted to truly apologize, not that half ass apology where I… fuck, where I smacked you.” He walks forward, touching the air beside your cheek, sighing and shaking his head.

“Yeah, that was kind of a shitty ass apology. And insincere.”

“I know. It wasn’t one you deserved, not when I’ve hurt you more than anyone, even more than Satoru.”

“I don’t know… I think the years of not truly being his friend hurt him more.”

“I always loved him, I love him now. I just… let my hate consume me, and now I know how deep I hurt him, and you and I…” His eyes glimmer then, surprising you as a sheen of moisture coats them.

“Why did you let it go on so long?” You ask, arms falling, but you’re now fiddling with your skirt nervously, finding it hard to be alone with him, remembering what he had done to you makes you sick.

“I don’t know, I really don’t. Looking back none of this was worth it, I should have just forgiven him fully or ended our friendship. Now I’m alone, and I deserve it.”

“You do deserve it. At least to be alone from Shoko and Satoru.”

“And you.”

You laugh then, without humor, a small little sound. “You never even liked me, be honest.”

“That’s not true. And you know it.”

“I know nothing about you really. And I was naive, to just fall into your arms, but I had shit self esteem, and a lot of issues, and you seemed so perfect. You seemed to truly find me special, and you didn’t at all.” You feel your own emotions again, shoving them down, gulping with a dry throat.

His lips part, lips you used to kiss, lips that spilt lies, and you try not to fully hate him, but it’s almost impossible. He had played you for months, and prevented what could have been beautiful from the start with Gojo. He had kissed you and taken your virginity, said you could trust him, how can you ever fully forgive that, even if you’re trying to hear him out.

He doesn’t really deserve forgiveness, but for some reason, you think of how long he’s known Satoru, since sixth fucking grade, and you wonder if there’s good in there, but it’s not your worry anymore. You know that Satoru is hurt by him, but there is not going to be forgiveness ever from Satoru, and you can’t blame him, Satoru loves you too much to let even Suguru hurt you.

Suguru’s shoulders slump, as he steps a little closer, watching you tense. “I won’t hurt you ever again.”

“Maybe so, but I’m still fucking traumatized.”

“I know. I hate myself for touching you like that, it’s nothing I have ever done, and I know it hurt you, scared you. Fuck I’m sorry. I will hate that forever.”

“Yes well.” You look away then, to his desk, a desk he’d fucked you on, licked you on, one you used to kiss him and laugh on. But now it’s all disgusting, every memory makes you sick, it’s all distorted. “Thanks for your apology, but it doesn’t really change anything.”

“I know. But I just needed to tell you, you were worth so much more than that, some fucking game for me. You adored me, you were sweet, you were so caring and thoughtful. You deserved better for your first time, than a lie, than a man not interested in you for more than a nice body and revenge.”

You can’t stop the tears that fall from your eyes, you swipe at them, irritated, taking shaky breaths. “I have more now, I have Toru.” You whisper, and his own tears fall, as he nods a bit, swiping at them himself.

“You do. And you should have from the beginning. I’m happy for you both, that you have each other. You are a sweet, beautiful soul, you really are, and you make him better. You two had a connection I could always feel, even if I actively tried to prevent it, one that when I started feeling things for you infuriated me. It made me so angry you chose him.”

“If you weren’t a piece of shit I would have stayed, even with my feelings.”

“I know, because you’re loyal, and I never was.”

“No you were not. I’m almost thankful I heard you and Shoko.”

He blinks. “Thankful?”

You nod then, taking a breath. “Yes, because I learned who you really were, not what  I thought. I told everyone, Suguru is perfect he’s so good to me, he spoils me, he loves me. I realized that night you did not give a fuck about me.”

“I did not care enough, it’s true. You were just a pretty pawn in my game.” You nod then, swiping more tears. “I will never forgive myself for hurting you, for using you, especially for touching you when you didn’t want it. I am so sorry, truly. I will never be able to apologize enough, but please know I regret it all.”

Suguru brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear, and you step back, eyes looking at him in confusion, in fear, and he sees it, sighing.

“You’re afraid of me.”

“Yes, I am.” You admit, even if he’s remorseful, the images won’t leave your head. “Were you going to go further?”

“No, I swear it. I swear I… don’t know how to live with myself. That I hurt a woman, that I hurt you like that.” He brushes a tear from your cheek, his own flowing from his eyes. “I just wish you and Satoru the best, and I want you to know you were worth everything, so much more than what I did. There is no ‘better’ like I fucking said.”

“You built me up to break me down.” You huff the words out, choking on a sob, as the emotions roll over you, and he looks up then, adams apple bobbing under dark stubble, before nodding and looking back down.

“I did, and I fed off your insecurities, it made you easier to manipulate, to do whatever I wanted. But none of it was true. Satoru is lucky to have you, anyone would be, I was but I didn’t appreciate or deserve you. Now that I look back…” His brows knit together. “I see I didn’t even care about you, your feelings, nothing.”

“You admit it all. That’s… something.” You say with a breath, he clears his throat, hands back in his pockets now, sitting once again on his desk and looking up at you.

“Take care of him, of Satoru. I know you will be good to him, but just…”

“I’ll always take care of him. I love him more than anything.” You say, and Suguru smiles a bit, nodding. “I will be there for him no matter what, forever.”

“Forever you all are talking about?”

“Yes. Forever. There’s no one but him.”

“And there was never anyone but you for Satoru, once he saw you. I will let you go, thank you for hearing me out. I didn’t deserve it.” He covers his face again, looking tired and sad, helpless, for a moment you feel horrible for him, for his own doing. But it’s what he brought upon himself.

“Thank you Suguru, for apologizing, I do believe you meant it.” You gently touch his shoulder, and he looks at it, putting a hand over yours, then looking up at you in surprise.

“You accept the apology?” He whispers.

“I accept it. I hope you can… change, become better in Kyoto. I do not wish ill on you, despite it all. Maybe you can find who you were before.”

“You should wish ill of me. You should despise me.” He kisses your hand the way he used to, bringing painful memories back, but then he smiles and it’s genuine, it’s not the fake one you knew for months. “You deserve everything good. And I hope you and Satoru will be happy, that I didn’t fuck it up completely.”

“There’s no touching our happiness, we love each other too much.” You pull your hand back then, nodding to him and turning away. “Good bye, Suguru Geto.”

“Goodbye…” He says your name softly and you look back for just a moment, before pushing him out of your mind for good, and walking right into Satoru, who snatches you up and pulls you in his arms.

“Are you okay, baby? Are you hurt!?” He whispers, since the office is full, you shake your head, cupping his face with your hands.

“He just apologized. For everything.”

Satoru rolls his eyes, grimacing in disgust. “As if I won’t hate him forever, till I fucking die.”

Your heart hurts for Satoru. “I know, I know. It’s over now. He’ll be gone, and we can live our lives. Together.” You say softly, and Satoru exhales, slamming his lips on yours. You distantly hear the click of Suguru closing his office, and closing out the painful chapter of both of your lives.

“Together.” He agrees, smiling then, and you can feel a weight lifted off of both of you. “Now, I have a question.”

“What question?”

“When are you moving in?”

Satoru’s POV

Six Months Later

Satoru is watching you from the cameras he has set up in front of his house, well it’s both of your house now, you sold yours last month and finally moved in after he proposed to you. Now you’ve made his home a fucking pink fucking monstrosity in places, you have your stupid barbie collection in his fancy white curio cabinet, you have pink fluffy towels in your bathroom (not his he would never let you).

Your pink BMW sits in front of the four car garage, thank god you allowed him to upgrade your ugly, awful pink beetle. It’s in the garage collecting dust because you just won’t let it go, but he knows you prefer that BMW a lot more, you always look so pretty when you put the top down and he watches your hair flying behind you, in some bedazzled pink sunglasses.

Satoru says he hates your girliness even now, but he doesn’t, and you know it too, it’s an ongoing joke between you. He’ll grumble about something but then smile watching your pretty reactions, as you get so passionate about your silly things you enjoy. He secretly loves them because you love them.

Now he’s watching you water all the million succulents you have brought to his house. It's got an insane garden that you love to tend, but Satoru doesn’t mind because it keeps you home. You only work at the bar once a week now, and soon you will not be doing that anymore, because you are about three months along with a baby, it’s still early but you all found out it would be a girl.

Satoru remembers how excited you were, when you all got the ultrasound, and how his heart had faltered then, as he thought of a future with you, with his beautiful wife, and a baby. He wonders if she will be so girlie like you, or will she perhaps enjoy sports like Gojo does, be a little more of a tomboy. He makes jokes about it to you constantly.

‘I’ll give her all of my barbies!’

‘What if she hates them, hates pink!?’

‘Well I’ll dress her in pink until she tells me not to!’

‘Only pink, huh?’

‘And purple!’ He had chuckled then, as he held you in his arms, your eyes were glittering with such excitement. ‘Maybe some blue, like her dad’s eyes. Oh Toru, do you think she’ll have your eyes!’

‘I hope she has yours, they’re beautiful.” Your lip trembles then, your hands sliding up his chest, wrapping around his neck, head falling back while you look up at him. You’re so small compared to him, when he’s pressing you against the island of the kitchen, it just makes him more excited as he thinks of every way to have you.

“My eyes!? Satoru…”

“Yes, your eyes.” He tilts your chin up, taking it between his thumb and his forefinger, pressing a kiss on your pretty lips.

“You’re being so sweet!”

“Shut it, brat.” He glares at you now, and you’re giggling, so pretty and happy, you make everything feel whole for him.

“Gonna punish me, daddy?” You tease, then duck under his eyes and run to the bedroom, giggling like crazy.

Fuck Satoru adores you, adores all the happiness you bring, adores you so much he has cameras in every room. He’s not sure you know about them all, but sometimes you find one and get so angry, you’re adorable when you’re angry too, your cheeks all pink, your little scowl, so cute. It takes nothing for you to forgive him, though, just some flicks of his tongue and you melt.

Satoru tries to give you freedom, he allows you to spend time with your best friend still, and any friends you have, but he does have to track your phone, and your car, just to keep you safe. As for the cameras, well he just likes to look at you, as you’re cooking in the kitchen, or concentrating on your laptop writing. Sometimes you just look in the mirror and rub your tummy.

It’s so precious, how can he not want to see it all the time?

Since Suguru had been gone, he’d kept his agreement to stay out of your lives completely, even in Satoru’s business, they have go betweens, and he has not had to deal with him barely at all. The couple of private correspondences about the company were through email, and Satoru hated even typing to him. Satoru still hates Suguru with a burning passion.

It’s dulled with the happiness you bring, the new baby will bring, your new engagement to him… it all makes it easier. But he does not think he will ever forgive him for what he did to you, even if he could forgive him for the wrongs against himself. He’s heard he’s doing well from some mutual friends, Shoko had actually ran into him and said he seemed very different, but she keeps her distance from him now.

Satoru wishes he had not gone down that path, but there’s no helping or fixing it now truly, even if his pretty little fiance (you) wants to see good in everyone, Satoru absolutely knows better. He loves that you are that way, but it means even moreso he has to keep you protected and safe.

Satoru sees that neighbor come up to you now, he’s more your age if not younger, Satoru thinks he’s maybe twenty one, and he’s enamored by you. The whole neighborhood is, they all love you, since you go bake cookies and muffins and bring them around with your pretty smile, you’re the perfect little domestic housewife. He even bought you several pink aprons and fuck you look good in them.

Especially only the aprons.

Satoru Gojo never thought he would have domestic bliss, but he did, and he never knew he deserved it, not until you showed him his worth, until you showed him all the love you had for him, even embracing his darker tendencies. You could switch from a sweet little homemaker to a freak in moments, when he had you tied up dangling from the ceiling and taking full sets of you just last week.

Now you’re barely showing, you have a little tummy, and he knows the sex will have to be easier, he can’t risk anything. He is trying to be easier with you, more gentle, and he falls deeper in love as he does so. As he now takes things slower, and studies your pretty features more carefully, as he thinks he’s made you a mommy, and his love becomes so intense it’s hard to breathe at times.

Satoru gets so angry when he sees two more neighborhood boys talking to you now, offering to help in the garden. Of course they are circling you, you’re in these cute cut off shorts and a pink crop top, Satoru really should just not allow you to leave the house, but he loves you too much to do so. Ugh. How annoying.

“Little brat.” He mutters, staring at you on his phone, then he heads out of work early, he certainly can’t have this happening.

He pulls up in his sleek sports car, scowling at the now five twenty something men pulling weeds and helping you water your plants. When he steps out of the car, towering over every single one of them with his gucci suit and gucci shades on, smiling tersely, they all tense. You giggle when you see him, the sun has left a little red on your nose, and your eyes are wide and glittery.

“Toru! You’re home early!” He sees just the tiniest bit of a pooch on your tummy where your jeans are getting tight, and it turns him on so much he can’t think, thinking of the baby growing there already. You probably don’t look pregnant to anyone yet, but he knows.

You run to him and hop up, and he picks you up, genuinely smiling as he grabs you by the back of your thighs, where half your ass was hanging out. He scowls then, whispering in your ear - “I’ll burn these slutty shorts, brat.”

“Oh…” You pull back, blushing furiously, your lashes lowering as your legs wrap his waist. “I think they’re too tight?”

“They can be worn in the home. Got me, baby?” You nod shyly, you’re so cute he melts for you. “You’re destroying these boys.”

“No way!”

“Mmhmm. Look at ‘em.” He eases you down, and you then realize they all have puppy dog eyes for you.

“Oh shit. I thought they were being nice?” You whisper in his ear, leaning up on your tiptoes.

“Nope. They wanna see your ass. Now, ahem.” He clears his throat, pulling you along through your driveway. “The future Mrs. Gojo has a lot to do, head on back to college or whatever kids.”

They all get flustered and run off, and you’re giggling as he shuts the door behind you both, locking it and glaring at you, instantly unbuttoning your shorts, putting a big hand on your tummy. You melt, a hand going over his, the other caressing his face, Satoru revels in your touch, in your warm skin under his palm.

“How is my baby doing? Both of my babies, I should say.”

“I can’t tell how she is yet! Not even fluttering really. But I am good, so I hope she is good too.”

“Good, not too far along for me to discipline you?” You bite your lower lip now, fuck you’re sexy, Satoru’s already hard. “I had to leave early because of you.”

“How… what… Satoru the cameras!?”

“Yes, the cameras. I’d rather see you writing or cooking than being surrounded by a bunch of boys. Scarlett O’Hara.”

You giggle at the reference, rolling your eyes. “There were more men for Scarlett, surely.”

“Not really. Little belle of the ball. Be mean to them.”

“No! They know I’m with you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Now.” He picks you up, and you squeak cutely as he carries you to your room, bending you over his bed. “You know how it goes.”

“Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, you know.” You pout as you look back, pout so cute he almost falls for it, but then he glares.

“How many do you get?”

“How many boys were there?” You ask, giggling breathlessly, then gasping as your shorts slide down, and reveal your perfect ass in just a thong. He moans as he gently smacks each cheek.

“Five boys. Now… fuck your ass is getting nicer? Mmm.” It’s rounder, he thinks, it jiggles just a little more. “Pregnancy already looks sexy on you.”

“Ugh, I love you Toru.” You whimper out. “I’ve been feeling a little insecure.”

“Never around me, I told you back then, I’ll fuck every insecurity out of that pretty little head.” He leans over you, kissing your cheek, and feels you tremble when he slides your thong off you, he looks down and smirks. “Already a wet spot, how desperate and easy you get for me.”

“Just for you, Toru.” He smacks you harder, firmer this time, and you cry out, head falling back, hair cascading down your back. One of his hands brushes it back, feeling it silky under his fingers. You gasp when he pulls it. “Toru, please.”

“Please what, brat? Use your words.” He smacks you again, feeling you tremble under him, he’s so hard he has to unzip his pants.

“Hit me, please.” How can he turn anything you ask down, fuck you ask so sweetly for him too.

“I can’t soon you know.”

“Not for a while!”

“I’d say in two months it will be all vanilla.” You snort then, peeking back hungrily as he’s shrugging off his suit jacket.

“You vanilla!? You’re a psycho, yandere- ah! See!” He holds in his laugh at you, peeking then at the camera facing you both, it’s in your little pink pig plush that sits on the dresser, you’d probably never know. If you did, he has more. He’d have to watch this one later on and jerk off to you.

“You were saying something, brat? Do I need to gag you?” You shake your head quickly, and Satoru now slips off his blue silk tie, bounding your delicate wrists together behind your back. You obediently let him. “You’re being a good girl for me, aren’t you? Such a good girl.”

“Yes, I’m trying. Mmm!” He rewards you by running a long finger in your slick, and fuck you’re soaked. “Toru, yes, please…”

“Do you deserve to be pleased yet? I don’t know, you were out there bending over so slutty.”

“You psycho spying- ah! Shit, I mean sorry!?” He’s smirking now. “I’ll take five hits.”

“With what?”

“Your belt.” Your voice gets so sexy and breathy, Satoru almost loses it, sliding off his dress shirt and then unbuckling that belt, slipping it off with a crack that resounds in the air.

“You sure, it’ll hurt more.” He whispers huskily, running his hands up and down your perfect ass, down your thighs now, watching desire pool out of your little entrance, dripping down as you whimper.

“I’m sure, I want it, please.” He groans then, pulling back and smacking you harshly, watching the welp rise up right in front of his eyes. He’s dripping precum as your head falls back, your pretty little moan. “F-fuck!”

“Count them.” He orders softly, and you exhale, sinking your head against the bed, nodding against it.

“One.”

He smacks you again, on the other cheek, slipping a finger inside you for a moment, how hot and wet you are, when he pulls it out you whimper at the loss, he brings it up to his lips, tasting your sweetness. Now he’s down to his boxers, precum sticking, his cock is fucking twitching as he is picturing it pumping into your tight little cunt.

“Two.”

“Good girl.” He smacks you across both ass cheeks, in the center, the leather of the belt bruising your pretty ass.

“Three.” You cry out, choking on a sob, Satoru worried at first when you would cry, but you liked getting to this point, you knew the safe words and had used them a couple of times. You liked to be pushed, bruised, you liked to be a sobbing little mess, and he loves you like that.

Satoru leans forward to see those glistening tears, making him even harder, he loves when his pretty girl cries in pain and pleasure. He kisses your cheek, tasting the salty tears, listening to you sniffle. “You alright, pretty little slut?”

“I’m good, p-promise. Feels s’good, Toru.” You whisper back, your eyes glimmering with your tears.

“Good girl, how many more?”

“T-two more.”

“So perfect, aren’t you?” He says, hitting you once more, across your thighs, and watches you twitch, you scream out and choke on a sob, as your ass is becoming decorated with his marks.

“Four.” You choke out the words, and he moans as he hears you.

“You won’t be showing that perfect ass off for a bit, huh? All the boys were wanting you, know how mad that makes me? You’re mine.”

“I am yours. Y-yours.” You are so good, fuck he loves you.

“Mine. One more, can you take it baby?”

“I can, promise.”

Satoru smacks you with the belt one more time, exhaling as he watches you twitch and shiver, watches your wetness glisten on your puffy lips, and he instantly unties you, turning you around and lifting you up, pressing you into the bed. You have streaks of tears all along your cheeks, little trails drying, your lips all reddened from biting them.

“You’re the perfect girl for me, you know that baby? So good.” You exhale, kissing him hungrily, as he rubs your wrists for you.

“I wanna always be good for you.” You whisper back, then he’s slipping off your top, watching your tits bounce out, groaning as they do. “They’re already getting so big, aren’t they?”

“Fucking sexy. I can’t wait till they have milk dripping.” You whine out as he kisses down them, sucking one peak into his mouth.

“So sensitive, ah!” You cry out, wriggling under him, as he sucks your nipple into his mouth harder, moaning at your reaction.

“Hurts?” He whispers, you nod then. “Good or bad?”

“It’s good with you, Toru. Always with you.”

Fuck.

Satoru’s sucking on the other one, feeling your little hands enwrap in his silky white hair, drinking in your every cry and moan as he’s sucking on them, as he feels the heat of your pretty pussy against him. You’re grinding up, gasping, pulling on his hair now as he bites your already sensitive nipples, relishing in your every cry.

“I can’t wait to have your baby.” You whisper then, and Satoru leans up, cupping your face in his big hand, thumb brushing more tears away.

“I can’t wait for you to have my baby.” You cry more, and he smirks. “You’re such a crybaby.”

“I know. I just love my fiance.” You cup his face, and he takes that hand, seeing the giant heart diamond on your finger, it’s the most expensive ring he could find, surrounded by two pink jewels, just for you.

“And I love my fiance. Love watching her cry, beg, wiggle under me. So wet for me, isn’t she?” He whispers, sliding your own hand down to find yourself, and watching your head fall back against the pillows.

“S-so wet for you.”

“Are you going to be a good girl from now on?”

“I promise. Please…”

“Please what, brat?” He’s kissing down your tummy, pecking little love bites down your ribcage, then a hand on your tummy, smiling up at you. “You’re carrying my baby, you know that?”

“I know that. Please…”

“Please what?”

“Drink me, Toru. Please.” You spread your thighs, your pretty breasts rising and falling, and Satoru groans, spreading your thighs further, looking at your eager, soppy little cunt now.

“Drink you? Are you that wet?” He asks, pulling your lips apart, watching it gush out of you when he just barely breathes on it. “Oh, you are… such a desperate, slutty little pussy.”

“For you.”

Fuck, Satoru Gojo loves you.

Your POV

Satoru Gojo, your fiance, and soon to be father of your baby, is looking hungrily at your pussy with those brilliant blue eyes, his snowy lashes low over them, his perfect face shattering your heart. You’re so sore, your ass being pressed into the mattress burns, but it only serves to make you wetter, as you watch his lips part, watch him lick them with that pink tongue of his.

Your hands bury in his snowy white hair, and he looks up at you, hunger in his eyes, so intense it’s hard to breathe. But everything about Satoru Gojo was intense, down to that damn camera he has in your pig plush, he thinks you don’t know, but you look at it now, smiling, and he joins your gaze, smirking as well as he slides a long finger through your little gummy entrance.

“Ah fuck!” You cry out, and he’s chuckling, his breath making you jerk.

“You know about it? Freaky little slut.”

“You’re the slut! Yes I found it when I was cuddling it. Psycho.” He kisses your pussy lips now, and you’re getting overheated, your entire body on fire with need.

“You love it, don’t you, me being so obsessed?”

“No!”

“Liar. Fine, no licking.” He goes to get up, and you glare.

“As if you don’t want to!”

“Oh I do, but I can eat you out after I beat your pussy up-”

“I love it, okay? I love you being obsessed.” You whisper now, because you do, fuck you do. You know he watches you all the time, tracks you, you know he’s a psycho and possessive.

But it makes you feel so loved, wanted, protected.

He still lets you live your life, have your friends, he’s just your pretty fiance who happens to stalk you. Casually!? It’s weird, it makes no sense, and he may be a whole bunch of red flags, but he loves you, and you love him, more than anything. And now, you’re going to be a mommy, and you can’t fucking wait, to see him as a dad, to have your family.

You wouldn’t change a thing about your psychotic, yandere fiance, not a damn thing. He is everything to you, even when you bitch about it, even when you’re not sure you do know all the ways he watches you, you thrill in it. You love to bend over and know he’ll be touching himself at work, fuck you love being his little domestic housewife even.

Satoru makes you so happy, happier than you ever have been. And as he’s moaning and lapping at you with his tongue, you’re falling apart, so sensitive from his play you can’t stand it. You’re even more sensitive now that you’re pregnant than ever, every touch is heightened, and you’re hornier than ever, finally almost able to match Satoru’s insane sex drive.

Almost.

He hums against you now, and it vibrates your clit, making you shatter, the orgasm hitting so soon even he laughs. “Damn you’re easy now, huh baby?”

“Fuck you, Toru.” You glare, earning his scowl, but then he’s back to devouring you, and you’re screaming - “Yes, please, there!”

“Mmm…” Satoru’s tongue is fucking in and out of your entrance, you hear how wet you are in the room, so wet it’s stupid. He’s slipping two fingers in, and you hiss at the stretch, hips bucking up for more and more. “Taste s’fuckin yummy, baby.”

“Toru!” You’re fucking his face now, the one rare time he allows you so much control, typically Satoru is always dominant, but he loves when you pull his hair, when you ride his face. “There, fuck please don’t stop!”

He does not stop, when he’s flicking your clit with his tongue over and over, and his fingers hit that spot that makes you see stars, you cum so hard you nearly black out, shaking everywhere as he looks up at you, covered in your slick. His eyes are an insane blue, they get so crazy when you all fuck, when you all make love, when you all are intimate in any way.

Satoru sees only you, and you see only him.

He’s on you now, and you’re eagerly reaching for him, stroking his cock in your little hand, watching his eyelashes flutter. “Fuck my mouth.”

“Want your pussy first.” He’s shoved his thick eight plus inches in your cunt, and you scream out then, as he grins, those white teeth glinting in the room. “Aw, shut that pretty mouth up?”

“Ngh.” Is all you can imagine, as he allows you to adjust, will you ever really adjust to Satoru? He’s so huge and thick your body always needs a minute, his long body taking over your small one, so much bigger than you, he intimidates you as he makes you feel so safe in his embrace.

The size difference of you and him just makes you wetter, when he takes you over completely, and he loves to tell you - “So fuckin small, aren’t you? Want me to break your little pussy?”

“Please, please. Break me.” You whisper, desperate for him, and he groans loudly, pulling back, your slick dripping down the length of his veiny cock, before he shoves back in you, and his tip kisses your cervix. “Mnh!”

“Wanna feel you cum around me, can you baby?” He whispers, you nod eagerly, and he’s fucking you harder, slamming his lips into yours, your legs wrap his hips, your heels pressing in, as he pumps over and over. You’re falling apart under him, Satoru takes over everything you are. “That’s it, I feel it, cum, little brat. Now.”

You do exactly as he says, how could you now, when his tip is dragging on that spot along your walls, that are clenching around him. He’s kissing you and drinking your cries as the orgasm washes over you, blinding you again, when his hand slips up to your throat, and he leans up, balancing with one arm on one side of you as he squeezes.

“Harder, please.” You beg softly, and he shakes his head.

“You’re having a baby-”

“Not yet!”

“You’re a slut.” He glares, and you just pout and squeeze his wrist, your pink glittery nails digging in as you do. “And a brat.”

“Please, you can be all vanilla soon. Let me feel you choke me- ah!” He’s squeezing now, grabbing your hips with his free hand and pulling you down harder on his cock, splitting you in two.

“You want me to choke you, huh? Love knowing I could end you, don’t you, your pretty throat in my hands. Could snap your neck.” He whispers now, and it does nothing but make you throb around his thickness, wetter and wetter, you love when he talks like this, you’re just as insane as he is.

“Yes, I love it.” You breathe out, and his eyes go mad and insane, just how you love them, a grin on his handsome face.

“Fine, one more time hard.” He squeezes your throat tightly under your chin, your oxygen being sucked out of your body as he pumps over you, and you’re fading so goddamn deliciously. “Pretty face, when you’re losing that oxygen, I could make you faint. Couldn’t I?”

You love hearing it, when he’s so big and huge and strong, and you’re pathetic under him, and he takes you over. You nod barely, it’s getting fuzzy and your ears are ringing when he shoves in deep, grinding in your pussy, his own head thrown back for a moment as he feels you convulse. You’re cumming so hard you almost faint.

Satoru takes his hand off at the right moment, and you gasp greedily for breath, shaking as you lean up, kissing him so sloppy. Satoru groans as you do, slowing a bit and caressing your face, looking to your throat, all reddened from him. He kisses down your throat now, hands overtaking you, sliding down every line and curve, then he’s biting you hard with sharp teeth.

“Ah!” You let out a strangled cry, and now he’s fucking you even harder, you hear the sounds lewd in the room, his balls smacking your ass as he does, as you cling to him desperately. “Toru, too much!”

“Too much, huh? You want it, don’t you.” You weakly nod, you love being pushed over the edge, relishing in it as you know soon sex will change, he’ll get easier, and you soon will have a baby occupying your time.

You want your freaky Toru as much as you can have him.

“Beautiful, fuck you’re beautiful.” He whispers then, slowing his rhythm, cupping your chin again. “I fucking love you so much.”

“I love you, Toru. You’re beautiful.”

“Handsome, fuck you.” You giggle and he gently smacks your cheek, making you moan again. “Slutty brat.”

“Mm, you love it.” You grin and he grins too, rolling your hips up, to meet him stroke for stroke, and he’s falling apart now over you.

“Wanna have all this cum? Fill you up more?” He whispers, and you nod, nails digging into his back making him hiss, as both of your brows furrow, and you both grow slick with a sheen of sweat. “Fuck I wanna cut your stupid nails off.”

“You like them - ah - too. And you like… pink! Ah!” He’s smacking your other cheek, glaring as you laugh softly at him.

“Only pink I like is your pretty pussy.” You desperately kiss him now, and he’s pulsing inside of you, cumming so hard he cries out desperately, and you’re getting filled so goddamn good, he’s pumped so much it’s dripping down his length. You’re trembling as he pumps, as you’re both too sensitive. “Oh my god… fuck…”

“Fuck… Toru…” You whimper as he keeps pumping, then he cups your face with both hands.

“I love you so goddamn much. You’re mine, say it.”

“I’m yours. We are yours.” You whisper, touching your tummy, and he exhales, nodding then.

He pulls out of you, kissing your tummy, and you feel your heart swelling, more love than you knew, when he looks up at you lovingly. “I will protect you both, forever, I swear it. No one will ever hurt you both. I’ll be everything.” You watch tears form in his beautiful azure eyes, and you choke on your own sob.

“Satoru, I know you will. I know. And I’ll be the best mother ever, and the best wife to you. I swear.” He is picking you up now, kissing you deeply, over and over, and you’re a tangle of limbs, mouths messy as you kiss deeper, more desperate. He has to take a breath, pulling away now, before glaring. “What!? We were having a moment, why psycho Toru again!”

“Because if you flirt again, I’ll chain you to this damn bed.”

“Oh fuck off!”

“Oh yeah, think I won’t?” He raises a white brow, and you tense then, studying his face, and then he chuckles. “You think I would.”

“You’re insane, so maybe!”

“No, I wouldn’t, but it’s tempting.” He flips you on top of him now, you’re straddling him, your hair falling like a curtain on the side of your face, and he’s brushing it back gently. “I love you both so much already. I can’t take it.”

“I know what you mean.” Your hands meet over your tummy, then you meet his eyes once more, drowning in them. “You’re my everything.”

“You’re my everything. Never, ever fucking-”

“Toru I’ll never leave. Why would I? Everything I need… is right here.” You’re grinding on him now, slick messes, he’s still half hard, and his cock twitches, his hands gripping you so tightly. “Is it time for vanilla yet?”

“It’s time for vanilla.” He smirks, pulling you to him gently, and grinding you against him, his cock between your folds, kissing you sweetly, so different than before. You whimper into his lips, feeling his love, his affection, his well… obsession, and you revel in it.

You’re obsessed with Satoru Gojo too.

“Let’s see how vanilla you can be.” You whisper, leaning up to sink onto him, inch by inch, and holding both of his hands, fingers entwining against the black leather headboard. Satoru’s at your mercy, as he lets you ride him, lets you have control, kissing everywhere he can reach.

“Beautiful, fuck you’re so beautiful. You bring me to my knees, don’t you know?” He says softly, gulping now, and your eyes fill with more tears, as he eases up into you, freeing a hand to cup your face so gently.

“You bring me to my knees, Toru. I love you forever.” You whisper, and you all fall into each other, for once gently making love, so deep and beautiful it takes your breath, as you see your beautiful future.

Satoru is a psycho, but so are you.

And you’re both never letting each other go.

The End

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toxic!anakin skywalker hcs

description box; small collection of nsfw drabbles for anakin x reader; i love my insane pookie

warnings; nsfw warnings; basically anakin is absolutely crazy, deranged and utterly obsessed with you. insane psychos are so hot bUT THIS BEHAVIOUR IS NOT TO BE ROMANTICISED!! and also minors dni

has an unhealthy habit of always checking your phone. he has a physical need to know who you’re talking to and why—that coworker named joseph you’re talking to? yeah, he CLAIMS to want to discuss your work schedule, but anakin’s so sure he wants to take advantage of you. and because anakin’s so smart and knows everything better than you do, you should just trust him and let him delete his number. and the number of every guy you have saved on your phone. but since anakin’s so smart, he’s surely right!!

he NEEDS everyone to know you’re taken and that you’re his. he’ll always have an arm slung around your shoulder casually, his hand resting at your hip, his fingers intertwined with yours or you wearing clothes that are obviously his (he really likes you in his clothes!!). but sometimes, that’s not enough, and he knows it’s pathetic but he literally can’t stand seeing you with any other guy except him. so sometimes, necessities like pretty bruises on your neck or marks on your chest are needed. he’s just letting everyone know you’re his, you wouldn’t object to that… right??

he can and he WILL stalk you. what, you’re going out without him? to go clubbing?? with your friends??? at NIGHT????

he can’t just possibly let you do that, he literally can’t stand the thought of even a mere possibility of you getting hurt somehow, it genuinely hurts his heart because how will he survive without you? you’re his world, and he’ll do anything to keep you. he just cares about you so much :(

anakin definitely has problems with sharing you with your friends, especially your male friends, and you’re so grateful he’s letting you talk to your female friends you’re not even considering talking to your guy friends again. oh, he looks out for you so much, awww

he’s a master manipulator and a professional gaslighter. all of your friends hate him, and are telling you to break him with him because he’s “toxic and obsessive”. baby, he’s not!! he’s just jealous sometimes and just very protective :( it makes him so sad every time you bring this up because why’re you trusting your friends over him? he’s the one you should trust the most, isn’t he? does that mean you don’t love him anymore?

needs your attention 24/7, all the time. he absolutely hates being separated from you, and even in his sleep, it’s like he won’t let go of you. he’ll always have an arm draped over your body, or his hands hooked on your waist. anakin is a naturally light sleeper, so he’ll wake up every time you get up—be it to use the bathroom or when you’re leaving for work. if everything went his way, he’d never let you leave him.

definitely thinks about locking you up in his big mansion. you’re so pretty he can’t stand the lingering gaze of other guys checking you out. he wishes he could be the only one to see your beauty.

likes to be in control and to be in charge of every situation regarding you. he knows he’s very intense in everything he does. that’s why he’s so grateful you put up with all his needs, but anakin is a very sceptical and careful person, he needs to know where you are and who you’re with—it’s no surprise he persuaded you to have your location on at all times. for your safety, he claims, and for his easement.

absolutely gets off on the height difference between you. you’re smaller than him, and he loved how cutely tiny you look next to him—and how you look when he uses you as his fleshlight!!

loves having you all submissive and obedient. his favourite positions are every one in which he can look at you, he loves seeing small tears forming in your eyes, loves you looking up at him in adoration, all trapped and utterly defenceless in his toned arms, mewling and gasping, moaning his name. especially loves when you’re sucking his cock, all pretty and desperate beneath him. just the way he likes you best.

why are you working? he makes enough money to provide for you AND a child; he has a house and a car. what do you need more? he knows you like your job, but he’d rather have you at home at all times. where you’re safe.

spoils you so much. he’ll buy you pretty clothes, sparkly jewellery, expensive shoes and anything else you want, he’d buy you an entire country if you asked him to. it’s not about flaunting his money or wealth or anything, he just gets off seeing you wearing stuff and knowing that he paid for it, so essentially, you’re walking around with his clothes.

for your birthday, he gifted you the cutest and most beautiful necklace!! if only you knew about the tracker inside it. he knows he has your location and you’re such a good girl for him he’s sure you’d never turn it off, but… just in case. (he’s lowkey paranoid)

if he could, he would carve his initials on you. (possessive much?)

but since you’d be hurt and he doesn’t like seeing you cry, he’s tried convincing you of getting a tattoo on your collarbone with his initials, and he’ll get one with your initials on his hip bone. you’re scared to death of needles though :( he’ll have to work on that for a while, but he knows he can get you to do anything for him with the right method and the right time.

has thought excessively and extensively about knocking you up. he knows you wouldn’t ever leave him if you were pregnant with his baby, god bless your sweet, kind and loving soul, and he loves to have that reassurance. so when condoms start to accidentally break, he accidentally forgets to wear one in the heat of the moment and he just can’t stop thrusting his load into you, you should’ve known those were not accidents.

but it’s too late now, anyway, you’re trapped, so you might as well just enjoy being trapped by him forever :)

“keep those legs open for me, doll. you can do that f’me, can’t you?” he mutters against your lips hoarsely, and you’re crying of the overstimulation.

“can’t,” you sniffle and your legs tremble adorably, “ani, ‘s too much… ‘s too much, i can’t…”

his gaze hardens, “you can and you will.”

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Falling for the Act

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Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Genre: Enemies to Lovers, Fake Dating, Slow Burn, Romance

(Guys I just started writing this fake dating enemies to lovers trope and I honestly think it’s pretty nice)

Part 1: The Deal

“I’d rather die than date you.”

Bakugo’s voice was sharp, his vermillion eyes burning into yours with pure irritation. You crossed your arms, mirroring his glare.

“Yeah? Well, same here, Dynamite,” you shot back. “But unless you have a better idea, this is our only option.”

It had started out as a simple problem. You were sick and tired of your nosy classmates always prying into your love life—or, rather, your lack of one. Somehow, a rumor had started that you had a massive crush on Todoroki, which was completely false, but no one seemed to believe you. Mina, Uraraka, and even Kaminari wouldn’t shut up about how “cute” you two would be together. And then, just when you thought things couldn’t get worse, Endeavor himself had invited you to dinner, clearly taking an interest in the alleged relationship.

You needed an out. A distraction. A reason for everyone to drop this ridiculous idea.

And unfortunately, the only person you could think of who would definitely kill any rumors of you liking Todoroki was Bakugo.

You weren’t friends. Hell, you could barely stand each other. But that was exactly why this would work. No one in their right mind would believe you had feelings for the most insufferable, hot-headed, loud-mouthed person in Class 1-A. And if you were dating him, no one would push the Todoroki agenda anymore.

“Let me get this straight,” Bakugo said, rubbing his temples as if this entire conversation was giving him a migraine. “You want me to pretend to be your boyfriend just so these extras shut the hell up?”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Yes, exactly. And in return, I’ll do whatever you want.”

That got his attention. Bakugo leaned back against the desk, arms crossed, considering your words. “Anything?”

“Within reason,” you clarified, narrowing your eyes. “I’m not committing murder for you, psycho.”

“Tch.” He scoffed, but the corners of his lips twitched, almost like he was amused.

For a moment, silence stretched between you. You could almost hear the gears turning in his head.

Finally, Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose, looking more annoyed than anything. “Fine. But I’m not half-assing this, got it? If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. That means dates, PDA, the whole damn thing.”

You swallowed. The thought of having to actually act like you were in love with Bakugo made your skin heat up. This was supposed to be easy—fake some smiles, hold hands in front of people, and call it a day. But the way he was looking at you now, all serious and intense, made you realize that you may have just gotten yourself into something way more complicated.

“Yeah,” you muttered. “Got it.”

Little did you know, this was the beginning of something neither of you could control.

To be continued…

[xxcallmemaryxx]

Could I have a HC of IV letting reader wear his jacket?

He’s a sweetie, his intentions are pure. But sometimes you make him a little bit evil. There’s nothing ten bucks can’t fix. :)

IV x GN reader

Under the cut ~ <3

“IV it’s gone I can’t find it-“

“It’s probably in the car, quick let’s go we’re already gonna be late.”

You guys stayed up late last night. IV had the guys over for dinner, they ended up staying back for some drinks and before you knew it, it was 1am. After a long night of hosting you both crawled into bed, dead to the world in mere moments, and didn’t set any alarms for the plans you’d made for the following day.

A text from ii is what woke IV up, something about traffic and it being best if you two took another route. Which is how you find yourself here. Rushing around the house like psychos trying to get ready as quickly as possible. Except your good jacket, which you had hung by the door especially to wear today, is gone. You can’t find it. And you have no idea where it is.

“IV, I’m gonna be so fucking cold if I don’t have it.”

“I’ll buy you a new one when we get there if I have to, just get your cute ass in the car.”

Spoiler: it wasn’t in the car.

And now you’re on your way to the meeting spot you agreed to meet everyone at, pretending that you’re not even bothered by the cold. Of course the gathering today had to be in a nice park, it’s lovely and it’s quiet. But there’s not one part of you that can enjoy it. You're already dreaming of a hot shower tonight.

“You’re a terrible liar, love.”

“IV, just drop it. I'm not in the mood.”

You frown at the ground. It’s damp and it chills your feet through your shoes. You can’t help but silently wish you didn’t come out at all today.

“One day you’ll realise you’re lucky to have me.”

You can’t even question him on his cryptic comments because your thoughts are immediately cut short. He’s draped something over your shoulders, you don’t even care to find out what it is because the only thing you can acknowledge is that it’s warm. The chill in the wind isn’t nipping at your skin anymore. It feels like you can suddenly breathe again. And when you do all you smell is him.

He’s given you his jacket.

Your head snaps to him. Worry immediately eating at your chest.

“Now you’re just going to be cold why did you-“

Oh.

He was wearing two jackets.

“You were wearing two?”

“Yeah. Thought it was going to be colder but I’m just a bit too warm. Was gonna take it off anyways. Lucky you, huh?”

“This whole time? What kind of evil are you?”

He’s smiling at you. He literally doesn’t care. Because you’re wearing his jacket and you look stunning in it.

“The kind of evil that always comes prepared. I remembered two jackets. You didn’t even remember one.”

You’re huffing and rolling your eyes and shaking your head at him, but you’re smiling. You feel much better now, and you feel so lucky to have him.

“Thank you. But in my defence I didn’t forget it, it’s gone from where I left it I don’t know what happened… I was sure I-“

“Don’t worry about it, love. The day is saved. Now go say hi to the girls. They’ve been dying to see you.”

“You’re an angel, IV. I don’t know what the fuck I’d do without you.”

“Freeze to death, apparently.”

He sends you off with a kiss to the top of your head and a swat to your backside. He watches you part ways for a moment, admiring you dressed up in his favourite jacket. It makes his heart swell and his cheeks warm. It empties his brain and fills it with the impurest thoughts imaginable at the same time.

He watches the girls welcome you into their circle, IIs there as well. He’s happy you get along with his friends. He’s happy they love you.

His ogling is interrupted by a clap to the back from III.

“We get it, mate.”

“Shove off, prick. You’re already on my hit list.”

He has the gall to chuckle.

“Mission success, then?”

“It won’t be if you don’t keep your fucking voice down.”

“Pay up, then.”

IV huffs with a roll of his eyes, but reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a tenner. Slaps it into IIIs palm and shakes his head.

“You couldn’t wait five minutes, could you?”

III can’t help the chuckle that escapes him, yet again.

“Pleasure doing business, sweetcheeks.”

He saunters off with a smile that screams trouble. Headed straight for you. IV watches him say his hellos to you, compliments your ‘new’ jacket with a sickening smile and seamlessly inserts himself into the conversation you were having with II.

He briefly overhears you asking the tall son of a bitch where he disappeared to last night. He makes up some excuse about forgetting to turn his stove top off. IV can’t help the scoff that escapes him. But he doesn’t have long to dwell on it.

“You actually had him do it?”

Vessel stands next to IV, watching you all cozied up in his jacket.

“I asked him to hide the jacket, fucker took it home with him completely, I have no idea how I’m getting it back.”

“You know he’s going to con you out of another tenner, right? He planned this.”

“Yeah well. I can’t say I’m surprised. Plan worked though.”

“You know, I’ve heard just asking your partner to share clothes works wonders.”

“Alright, enough out of you. Keep your mouth shut.”

Vessel can’t help but laugh at his friend, a big old sweetie pie on the outside with a little bit of something sinister on the inside. Even if it means he ends up with more work in the end.

Vessel claps IV on the shoulder and walks him over to the rest of the group. IV zeros in on you. Comes up behind you and pulls you into his side. You’re in his jacket. You smell like him. You’re surrounded by his friends and you’re glowing.

He’s a very happy man today.

He doesn’t leave your side the whole time. As if you wearing his clothes wasn’t enough, he just needed to keep a hand on you all day as well. You learnt a long time ago that IV gets into these moods, you’d compare him to a lost puppy during these times. He follows you around with hearts in his droopy eyes and a smile that could tell a million stories. He’s so soft and gentle, and listens to every word that slips from your lips. (Except for the ones that tell him to leave you alone.) (You do not need to pee with the door shut.) (You’d think you’d get that by now.)

Sometimes he can reel it in. Like today, surrounded by his friends. But you know just beneath the surface his urges are festering. Every little squeeze of your hand. Or kiss to the forehead. Or quick little cuddles when the wind picks up, are his ways of trying to dampen his own urges to whisk you away, take you back home and bury you both back in bed.

He thought he’d be able to handle seeing you with his name all over you all day. Guess not.

There’s one moment, while you’re out, III was hungry and Vessel wanted a coffee, so you decided to take the short walk to a nearby cafe just down from the park. You and IV hang back, slowly following along but far enough away to be in your own world for a little bit. His hand is intertwined tightly with yours and he’s pulled you so close your arms keep brushing.

“You look stunning, love.”

It’s said in a low murmur, like he wants it to be a secret. A secret that only he knows how good you look. Your nose and cheeks are slightly pink from the chill in the air, your lips are a little bit cracked and his jacket drowns you. But to him you’re just beautiful. The smile you give him almost sends him into cardiac arrest. He thinks if his heart beats any faster it’ll create enough energy to power your house.

He ponders Vessels words. Wonders how you’d feel if he just outright asked you to wear his clothes when you go out together. Or when you go out without him. Or when you’re home for the day. Or when you’re going to bed. He knows you’d say yes, but there’s something about you being so oblivious that gets him all excited. How you unknowingly just let him dress you. Thinking it was pure coincidence, and that you really are just so lucky to have him.

He might tell you one day. He knows he’ll cop a good amount of teasing from you, but until then he’ll settle for watching you feel so at home and safe with him all over you.

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“What the fuck?”

“What’s wrong, Bub?”

“My jackets back there.”

IV quickly turns to see what you’re looking at. Mid way through tossing his jacket back there now that you’re back in the car, he follows your eyes to the backseat.

And there it is.

Bunched up on the floor like it was there the whole time.

“I must be blind or something, I swear it wasn’t there this morning. Fucking hell… all that and it was here the whole time…”

He turns back to the road and bites back an amused smile.

III might put him through strife sometimes, but he’s clearly not stupid. He makes a mental note to send him a text when you two are home.

Lucky bastard lives to see another day.

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Thank you for reading. I love you guys.

[gublershrry]

Every Breath You Take • B.E.

Part 2! Part one here

Summary: idk read part 1 first

Warnings: psycho!billie, murder, violence, no smut but sexual tension

A/n: eh idk how i feel ab this but i might lowkey make this a series cus i love writing psycho!billie its so fun. PLS comment if you would be at all interested in that!!

If nobody is gonna read it I’m not gonna plan out a whole series so either leave a comment or leave an anon or something! Also i like that attention so everyone should comment or leave an anon anyways 😊

It had been 2 weeks after your boyfriend died. 2 weeks of confusion and sadness. 2 weeks of you being horrified of what happened and if you were next. The police found his body in what they said was “the most gruesome and awful” condition. The thought that someone could do this was terrifying to you. You couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that someone could do this to another human. You were grieving.

The only person that seemed to understand was your neighbor, Billie.

When you got the news of his passing, you were outside watering your flowerbed. Immediately you broke down, sobbing loudly in your front lawn. Embarrassing, yes, but you couldn’t help it. Billie happened to be outside working out. It’s like she was always there when you needed her most, you thought. She saw you crumble to the ground and quickly took her headphones off, running across the street to your aid.

“Hey, hey, baby what happened?” You hear her behind you, her hands on your shoulder. Her thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your shoulder blades. You were able to stutter through your cries that the police had contacted you.

You told her your boyfriend had been murdered.

You heard Billie sigh, and then she leaned in to kiss the top of your spine.

“I’m so sorry, angel. Let’s go inside, hm? I’ll make you coffee. You need to relax.”

So you let her bring you inside, let her fix you up a cup of coffee and some snacks, and you both sat on your couch, turning on the news to see if there was anything about the murder. You snuggled up into Billie’s arm, unable to sit alone to watch it.

You couldn’t be alone. You needed her. You needed Billie.

So when the news said there were no leads, and it seemed to be so animalistic that they thought wolves could’ve done it, Billie snuggled you tighter.

She knew she wouldn’t get caught. She’d been pulling this off for years. Why would they get her now? And even if this matched the M.O. from her past murders, she’s in a new state, a new town, and it had been 2 years.

Plus, they always blamed it on the animals in the woods. That’s why she always picked rural places to move to.

So while you used Billie to cope for the next few weeks, you really started to fall for her. She would scratch your back, comforting you when you were sad. You even opened up to her about your personal life. Your family, your job, even how your ex (can you say that now?) boyfriend was abusive.

Of course, Billie knew all of this already. She knew everything about you. But you didn’t need to know that. Instead, she’d hum, stroking your hair and telling you that you can trust her. And you could, because she was really starting to fall for you too. Everything was perfectly falling into place. Finally, she could have you to herself.

“Come over to mine tonight.” Billie said softly, leaving your house one morning after you made her pancakes and hot chocolate. You smiled. You had never been to her house. You didn’t really think anything of it, you didn’t feel like she was hiding anything from you, but you were excited. You finally got to see more of her. It made you happy.

“I’m off work at 6, is that okay?”

She smiles, gently grabbing your face to kiss your forehead.

“I don’t want to wait that long, but I guess I will. Want me to pick you up from work?” You chuckle. How did you get so lucky? The girl was so sweet, she was perfect.

“If you want, but I don’t want you going all tha-”

Billie cuts you off.

“I want. I’ll see you at 6, angel.”

And so you went off to work, and she walked home.

And for the next 7 hours of her day, she did nothing.

She wondered her house way too many times, perfecting each picture frame and candle and dusting off every surface. She wanted you to love it there. She wanted it to be like another home to you. Finally, 5:00 came around. She went to get ready, showering and doing her hair. She changed her clothes, putting on something comfortable but stylish, and got into her car. You texted her the address earlier in the day, but she already knew it.

As she drives towards your work, she stops at a small drive thru coffee shop, getting you a little pick me up. She pulled into your job parking lot at 5:58, parked, and waited patiently. When she sees you come out of the doors, she smiles to herself. Even when you were exhausted, you looked beautiful. As soon as you get in the car, you spot the coffee Billie got you, and you can’t wipe your smile off of your face.

“Thank you Billie, I had a really bad day.”

Billie’s heart clenches.

“Wanna talk while I drive us home? I’m all ears for you.”

And she really was all ears, turning down the music as you rant about some shitty coworker who made your life a living hell. It wasn’t that bad, but after the past few weeks, it was really your final straw. Billie doesn’t say anything, she just listens and nods her head after every few sentences.

“But, it’s okay though, ‘cause now I’m with you!” You say, smiling with your teeth on full display. Billie looks at you, and she feels her heart race.

“I’ll make your day better, sweetheart. Just wait ‘til we get home.”

As soon as you two walk in the door and you set down your purse on her kitchen island, you admire her house. It really is beautiful. It feels so homey; the family photos, pictures of her childhood pets, her and friends on various vacations. You walk around, taking in all of the plants she had scattered around, and all of the color that she used while decorating.

“You like it?” She asks, standing by the table.

“It’s gorgeous. You really have a knack for interior design!”

Billie just chuckles and walks up behind you, gently putting her hands on your waist, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Wanna get a bit more comfortable?”

You turn around, smiling, and ask for a pair of pajama pants. She comes back with 2 pairs in different colors - one pink and one black - and a tank top for you as well.

“Take your pick. The bathroom to change is down that hallway and to the left.” She points.

You bite your lip, thinking about how she might react if you just changed in front of her. You know it’s not that crazy, I mean friends change in front of each other all the time, but you wanted her to know how you felt. You wanted her to know your body. You wanted her to think you’re sexy.

You wanted her.

As she turned to walk into the kitchen, getting something to drink, you turn your back to her. You start with your shirt, lifting it over your head slowly. You can hear the water coming out of the fridge, so you can’t tell if she’s watching yet. You slide the tank top on, and move to your pants.

You unbutton them, and then lean forward, slowly peeling them down your legs. You hear the water glass hit the counter harshly, making you jump.

“Couldn’t make it to the bathroom?” You hear Billie ask sarcastically.

“Thought you’d wanna see, I’m sorry.” You say shyly, not turning around but instead bending over farther, your ass on plain display in the cutest pair of heart-covered panties.

“Well, I never told you to stop.” She says. You can hear her pull out a barstool, presumably sitting down to watch you.

Billie’s head is spinning. She had no idea how dirty you really were. I mean, she watched you from the window, doing this exact same thing, but now that it was right in front of her? Truly for her? She was going to have an aneurysm.

You pull on the pink pajama pants, slightly jumping to get them over your butt. When you bend back down to pick up your clothes, you feel Billie’s presence behind you. She lightly traces her finger down your spine as you’re bent over in front of her, and you freeze. You feel her crotch connect to your ass. Her finger goes all the way down to the waistband of your underwear, and she toys with it, lifting it so it snaps back down onto your sensitive skin. You jump.

“You’re so pretty.” She whispers. She hears your breath pick up.

“You think so?”

“I know so, baby. Now let’s go watch a movie.” She pats your ass, making you yelp, and you hear her breathe out a laugh at the noise.

If it were up to Billie, she would’ve had you in about 12 positions already. But she wants to take her time with you. She wants to do it right. She needs to.

You both move to the couch, and you snuggle up next to her as she chooses something to watch. When you both decide on a show, you wiggle your head into her neck, and she lightly scratches your back and scalp.

The innocent noises you make from that drive her wild, but she knows you’re not doing it on purpose. Your hand rests on her thigh, rubbing circles with your thumb. Billie can’t think straight.

Well, actually, there’s one thing she can think straight about.

How she’s going to kill that bitch of a coworker that ruined your day.

You sigh in contentment, happy with where your life has taken you. You have a sweet, sweet neighbor, who you might fall in love with. Who gets that lucky? You don’t even think she would hurt a fly. You watch her eyebrows twitch as she focuses on the show.

“I really like you, Billie.” You say softly, almost embarrassed. She turns her head and hums, either from not hearing you or because she wants to hear it again.

“I said, I really like you, Billie.” Your giggles soak into her brain, and she smiles.

“I really like you, too. You have no idea how much I would do for you.”

You giggle a little more and Billie squeezes your hip playfully.

“Well, then do it all for me!”

She looks at you, enamored by the glimmer in your eyes. She leans in, your foreheads touching. She can feel your heart beating out of your chest.

“Don’t worry baby, I will.” She whispers out before leaning in, gently capturing your lips in hers. Your brain turns to mush, her pillowy lips encasing yours. Your tongues mingle for just a second before she pulls away, leaving you breathless.

“Now, watch the show.”

So you do, not knowing that 4 days later, the girl driving you wild with a simple kiss would kidnap and murder your coworker so you didn’t deal with her bullying anymore.

You had no idea that Billie would drag her into the same basement, blasting old rap music this time, and carve the heart right out of that little bitch’s chest. She told you she couldn’t see you that night, she had her own work thing to attend with her brother, something about a studio.

It was hard for you to pay attention when the girl talking to you was so beautiful.

And it was hard for Billie to pay attention to your coworker in front of her, because all she could think about was your pretty little body, your bright eyes, and your smile.

But alas, she thought about the ugly whore in front of her long enough to kill her, hide the body, and clean up before she came over to your house late, telling you that she just got home from the studio and couldn’t go another minute without you.

“You’re really the sweetest, Billie. I mean it.”

She smiles.

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

And when the news blasted the story of the missing girl, Billie was the one you ran to. Billie was the one that held you tight, kissing your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ears, telling you everything would be okay. She promised you that you would be okay.

Billie didn’t have to feign sadness, seeing you this sad was heartbreaking for her. She didn’t kill for you so you could be sad. She killed for you so bad people were out of your life.

She only wanted what was best for you! You knew that, you could tell that Billie really cared about you. She always wanted you to be okay, always asked about how you were feeling and how your day went. She was so caring, so passionate toward you.

You really might be falling in love with her.

A week after your coworker was “found dead in the woods, possibly by animals again,” the town went back to normal. You went back to work, with Billie dropping you off and picking you up every day. You thought you’d have to beg her to agree to doing it, but it was a lot easier than you thought. Not only did you just enjoy spending time with her, but you were scared to be alone. You didn’t want to die, not by the hands of animals or a crazy killer on the loose, whatever it was.

Billie agreed, saying it’s for the best if she keeps a watchful eye on you.

So on you two went with your lives, busy with each other and busy with yourselves. Work kept you occupied, unable to think too much about how two people in your life had vanished. And you kept Billie occupied, as she made mental notes of who you talked to, who you liked, and who you didn’t.

Specifically the last one on that list.