#three finger wrong turn

[b0bim1d]

Now we will explain our username! As you can see it is b0bim1d (read as bo be me d). So the Bo comes from our history teacher’s name. Her name is Bonka (you can tell how stupid she is by the name). Anyways! The Bi comes from our IT teacher. We call him business but you pronounce it as biznes so yes bi. Moving on to Mi. The scariest one so far!! Our chemistry teacher’s name is Milena. We suspect that she is a cannibal and is related to Three Finger from the Wrong Turn movies. We have two IT teachers and the second one is D. Her name is Diana but for some reason her name on Facebook is Di. As you can see our teachers are very interesting people but sadly for obvious reasons we can’t put pictures here. However we used the anime tiktok filter on Bonka and Milena and we will show you those pics. Thank you for your attention!

*cringe 2013 youtube outro with blackbear’s idfc playing in the background*

[esqueletosgays]

WRONG TURN (2003)

Director: Rob Schmidt Cinematography: John S. Bartley

[flightcloset]

Thanks @limaska for inspiration ❤

P. S. XOXO

[redkillzzz]

Here's more

[mr-dead-inside]

Wrong Turn (2003)

[t3r4t0m4]

Requel old man Three Finger I keep forgetting to post. Haven't drawn any WT stuff in a bit and am really itching to, just gotta get out of art block :(

[asktheodets]

Three Finger, how are you gonna get yourself a wife bro? All your sisters are taken

He smiled real big, cackling before- realizing.

"...." now look what you did. He was panicking n yelling at his brothers-- who were more confused then anything else. They'd probably just breed even more now since you told him that.. sigh.

[cannibalcreepers]

Three Fingers but his hair is in a ponytail

He know he cute 💅

[whiteskullofroses]

THE EYES OF A HUNTER

Wrong Turn brothers x reader (based on Wrong Turn 6: Last resort)

Imagine you're a childhood friend of Jackson's, when visiting him to catch up on life, you coincidentally meet the 3 brothers. Things quickly escalate to much more than a simple "situationship".

Warnings: Slight Nsfw (nothing crazy tho🤭), blood, all of that cannibalistic stuff, swearing.

~.......~

"Y/N, right? I'm so pleased to finally meet you!" The hot blonde greeted you with a wide smile. The white dress she wore complimented her figure well, that was the first thing you noticed about her when walking from your car to the infamous Resort.

"Well thank you, Sally?" Tilting your head when saying her name, just incase you were wrong about who she was. Your doubts were quickly gone when Jackson walked up to you two: "Sally, I see you've already met my friend here." Smiling he added: "Y/N, welcome to Hobb Springs."

"It's quite a nice place you've got." Complicating the resort as you looked around, noticing the beautifully made furniture along some renaissance paintings hanging on the walls.

Jackson handed you the key to your room: "Heh yeah, it's quite an old one too. Family tradition."

"Vintage, I like it." Grinning at him as Jackson lead you to your room: "Well, I hope you'll make the best of it these 2 weeks."

There was a moment of pleasant silence as you put your luggage in the room. Just as you were about to start unpacking your clothes, Jackson commented: "It was a long ride to get here, you much be starving." Being the gentleman he was, he guided you to the dining room.

The plate loaded with food was already waiting for you on the long medieval looking table. Sitting down and noticing the framed pictures on the walls you wondered: 'What are these?'

Out of trying to be as formal while eating as possible and attempting not to intimidate him, you kept your mouth shut.

Jackson sat down a chair away from you.

"So Y/N how have you been?"

Almost answering his question was interrupted by a man dressed in a red shirt and what appeared to be jeans ran across the hallway, laughing like a maniac.

The piece of meat you were a moment away from putting in your mouth fell off the fork and landed on the mashed potatoes: "What the fuck?"

"Oh don't worry, currently we have some...interesting visitors staying." He stood up, hot on the heels for the white haired guy. Before leaving, he reassured you: "They won't be a bother. Trust me." In a blink of en eye he was gone.

You didn't really think much of it, although you weren't expecting such behaviour at such a 'serious' place.

As you begun eating, the pictures on the walls bothered you more and more. This alone time gave you an opportunity to take a closer look, you didn't know why, but looking at them felt like you were invading someone's privacy. Like you were looking at something you weren't supposed to, they were displayed so publicly but it still didn't feel right.

What you saw when you focused your eyes on the small black and white photos didn't calm your mind either. Severely deformed individuals were staring back at you. Some with 3 legs, abnormally large heads and missing limbs. At least that's what you could make out.

The pictures seemed to be taken somewhere in the mountains, high in the Appalachian forests.

After a while you decided to stop looking. The more you stared the more details you saw. And that wasn't good for you, especially now that you were eating.

~.................~

THE NEXT DAY

The alarm clock on your phone woke you up bright and early. Excitement was boiling in your chest whilst walking down the steps, ready for the day ahead of you.

Today, you and Jackson were to go hunting, something you both enjoyed and have been doing together at least once a year since middle school.

Making your way to the main hall, you saw a group of people standing at the entrance. A blonde girl with shorter hair than Sally's and tall young man were chatting while the others were messing around with a camera.

Without paying much attention to them, you scurried to the get some coffee and to find Jackson.

You were walking quite mindlessly, when making turns around the place. You were staring at your feet with such focus you almost bumped into Sally:

"Oh gosh Sally" you took a step back: "you startled me."

She giggled: "Could say the same to you" with a soft voice she noted: "Jackson has been waiting for you, he's probably in the kitchen. I'll go find hi-"

"No, no it's fine really." you interrupted: "I'll go look for him myself."

After the small chat, your feet took you to the dining room. He wasn't there so you decided to go in the kitchen, for the first time.

According to what Sally told you, the kitchen was a floor below the first. So that's where you went.

"Jackson?" Calling out in hopes of finding him.

This kitchen-basement place appeared to be much older looking than the rest of the building. It reminded you of what an abandoned asylum would look like: cold and white.

Walking straight forward you finally found your target. He wasn't alone. The guy in the red flannel was leaning on the counter, the one who had you wondering about how sane this place really was. Taking a look at him he appeared to be deformed. Not only that. But he was covered in blood.

Stunned at what you were seeing, Jackson along with the guy turned towards you.

"Oh Y/N..." His eyes were as wide as a deer's in headlights. Jackson took a moment to think about what to say. To think about what fake story he'd come up with to soothe your nerves.

Your face must have told a true story of horror. Your mind had already processed why this guy was deformed. It had already processed what those pictures on the walls were about, but rather than being frightened and running away you found it to be quite fascinating.

Taking a closer look at the white haired guy you noticed he was missing two fingers. Leering your eyes from his hands to his face you couldn't help but think 'why is he rather handsome?'.

Your eyes locked with his. It felt like time paused for a second before Jackson finally broke the silence: "Three Finger, me and Y/N are going hunting for the rest of the day." When saying your name he gestured towards you as you finally gazed away and looked at the one speaking. Jackson continued: "You and the other two listen and don't make a mess."

Even though you have long broken the eye contact you still felt three finger's eyes on you, like you were being preyed upon.

~.....................~

"You better get those sights in line with the muzzle this time." You teased. To your luck, you haven't found any deer beside some rabbits. Jackson refused to shoot them, he believed they were holy animals. He used to tell you stories, of how his family from centuries back survived solidly off of them in the woods. Respecting this, you would still do it, but not when he was around.

But after wondering around the woods with silent steps and sharp eyes for about an hour, you finally saw a doe.

"Hey" You whispered. Jackson turned his head towards the doe and readied his gun.

"Careful"

With in seconds the doe was on the ground.

"Pink blood with air bubbles. Perfect." He looked at you and smiled.

In the moment of Jackson's pride, something started moving in the bushes to your left. You grinned even wider: "Give me the gun."

Taking a step back and leaning the gun on your shoulder. Closing an eye and waiting for the soon to be dead animal to jump out.

"DON'T!" Jumping at the sudden yell from Jackson as a hairy, tall man crawled to the doe and started ripping it apart.

"YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

The man looked up, showing his sharp teeth, which were clearly visible due to his mis-shaped top lip.

"IDIOT! GET BACK TO THE RESORT!"

Your eyes fell upon his dark brown eyes, studying the mysterious man closely. Old, worn out clothes roughly hugged his huge form.

The man acted tough, not wanting to go. As, he grunted and hissed at Jackson, his gaze fell upon yours. Both of your eyes locked, just like with Three finger.

"GO!" Shouted Jackson for the last time before tapping you on the shoulder, signaling to follow him. Keeping eye contact with the man on the ground. Taking a step back and finally catching up to Jackson when you once again started to feel like prey.

After a good minute passed, and the quietness became too loud. You broke it: " Who the hell was that?"

"Saw Tooth, brother to the one you saw in the kitchen." His words slipped coldly from his tongue, eyes centered on his feet.

"A-Are you two um.." Debating if you should ask the question or not was truly challenging, would he find it insulting? You knew his ancestors had a history of inbreeding which is heavily criticised, yet you never judged. In the end what was there to judge? They lived in the Mountains, miles away from any civilization. They did what any group of people would to stay alive, to keep evolving, they had children with those who they could have them with.

"Like.. related?" Eventually, the words left your mouth and travelled to Jackson's ears.

"What can I say. He payed the price of purity, just like his other two brothers." He explained: "Physically it may not look appealing, but spiritually it's worth more than the richest of the rich."

Listening carefully to every sentence he spoke: "So to answer your question, yes indeed, we are."

"Right, so he has another brother?" Curious, you wished to get as much out of him as you could. This deeply interested you, from the whole process, of how something like this even happens, to how it becomes a habit in every generation forward.

"Yes, those are the three Hilliker brother. Three Finger, Saw Tooth and One Eye." He sighed: "It's likely you'll see them around Hobb Springs quite often."

"Are they dangerous?"

"To just anybody, yeah. To you, no." Nodding, as he went on: "You're like family to me, I'll make sure they won't even glare at you the wrong way."

How he worded things he was passionate and serious about made him sound like a poet or like an older protective brother in your case.

By the time you returned back to the Resort from the little hunting trip, every question you could possibly think of was answered. It surprised you how comfortable Jackson was with all of it, how much pride he took in his own blood.

"Dinner should be on the table by now. I have some work to do before I shall dig in myself." You cackled and the two of you parted for the rest of the evening.

Walking up the stairs to your room, you were met with Sally, with whom you chatted about your day for a short while. She informed you she'll have your dinner served fresh and warm after you take a much needed shower.

The water running down your body was always the most refreshing and favorite part of the day. Tiredly brushing through your hair before matching off to eat, you were sure to not encounter any strangers on your way to the dining hall, yet you still wanted to look formal enough as you weren't home and anyone could walk on you at any second.

Looking upon the dining table you noticed a glass of wine and a plate full of various kinds of nutritious foods to help you sleep well. Prior to sitting down and enjoying your meal, you heard the soft sounds of rain and thunder putting on a performance in the skies. Your shoes were still outside, they were the only pair you brought with you, so you decided to go and get them before rain could wet them.

As the result of leaving the room to save your shoes, an 'intruder' got to your food ahead of you. The man you peeked on behind the door looked very much like Saw Tooth. Only about shorter. As his hair moved from his face you could see he was cleary missing an eye. One eye. That's where he got his name from.

He was eating your food with his hands, mainly focusing on the meat rather than anything else. Meanwhile he ate, you tried to make your presence clear in some way. Then you got an idea. You were going to barge in as if you haven't been watching him for the past five minutes and see what happens.

Walking in you tried to appear as innocent as you could. When finally gazing at him and the two of you leered at each other, you gave him the most clueless and confusing smile. One eye looked from you to the plate and back to you again.

His features softened, the even more confusing expression now drew on his face. It gave off the impression of feeling bad and being in the wrong. He kept his face low, so you walked up to him: "It's alright, you can finish it." You smiled: "I'll get myself another one."

The atmosphere of the room immediately shifted to a much brighter one with One Eye smiling so lovingly at you. Besides his deformities he looked the softest of the three.

You would never have guessed what would happen next. He took three steps towards you and hugged you. Your brain didn't have the time to process what was happening. It didn't have enough time to let adrenaline loose in your system and to tell you to push him away and run. Maybe it was because that really didn't feel like the right thing to do. The right thing to do in the moment was to hug him back.

In all reality, this was probably the first time someone has showed him compassion in oh so many years, from your knowledge he couldn't speak but he could show gratitude back in other forms such as holding onto you and breathing in your scent.

One eye certainly didn't smell the best, yet his hair was softer than you expected.

It's been a long time since you've received a hug that was so wholeheartedly warm and long, so you didn't let go and neither did he.

~.......................~

The morning after, everything seemed so bloomy. Like it was all one big dream. Suddenly you remembered, whilst walking back from the forest with Jackson, he mentioned a family ritual Sally and this new guy Danny will be a part of. Showing interest in it landed you an invitation to the event.

Jackson trusting you enough to request your company at this family gathering later in the evening, truly showed how close the two of you were, even though you only saw each other about once or twice a year.

Saying you were excited was an underestimatement. Today you decided you will try to find Danny and introduce yourself to him. It was the only thing that felt right since he was related to Jackson. Besides having some new friends wouldn't hurt, what have you got to lose?

Suspicions roaming your noggin were preaching to you that the Hilliker brothers will attend the event too, not that they weren't on your mind since you met them all either.

Saw Tooth's toughness and dominance combined with One eye's softness and more submissive nature had you believe that Three Finger, who hasn't had the time to put any kind of impressions on you, was both of these world's in one.

He was the "smallest" so you believed he was also the deadliest, although calling him small was quite funny because he still towered over you like you were a mouse compared to him. Three Finger had to be at least 5 ft 10, meanwhile One Eye was 6 ft 5 and Saw Tooth was around 7 ft tall.

This attraction that has grown on you whilst only seeing them once made you believe that at some point, somehow you'd become really really good friends with them. Maybe even more, who knows?

The day went by fast, you met so many new people that came with the one you were targeting: Danny. His girlfriend Toni, her brother and their friends truly held a positive spirit with them and you adored it.

But once the Sun hit itself behind the horizon and everyone went to sleep you did your hair, put on your favorite jacket and jumped in the car with Jackson, Sally and Danny towards the gathering.

The drive on the bumpy road didn't last long, the amount of minutes it took you to get there could probably be counted on one hand.

Exiting the car and taking a look at the old wooden house standing in the middle of the forest had eagerness boiling in your veins.

To be quite honest with yourself the thing where the most excited about was seeing the three brothers. You truly wanted to make an unforgettable impression, you wanted all of their attention on you. Feelings of doubt and self-consciousness had no place in yourself this once.

Sally suddenly grabbed your hand and started guiding you closer to the house, she once again smiled at you like she always did and told you to not fear.

Once you finally arrived to the big branches and the fire in the middle, children or at least what seemed to be children with their innocent deformed faces running up to you and Danny to greet you and welcome you to this important ritual you in all honesty didn't have a true clue about.

Sally brought the four of you drinks and you took a sip first, Jackson grinned at you and commented: "Don't have too many of these."

"Heh, what's this made of anyway?"You questioned: "I've never drunken anything so strong in my life."

"Family recipe." Sally softly tapped your knee.

Being occupied with listening to the music a girl was playing and looking at everyone since everybody was so unique, you didn't even notice a red truck pulled up behind you. The three men you've been waiting for the whole night finally arrived.

You've only noticed the new guests when Three Finger grabbed Danny's shoulder who was sitting next to you. Leering behind Danny to see him, his eyes traveled from Danny to you, just like in the kitchen when you first saw one another.

He smirked at you and rubbed your arm for a short while, keeping the eye contact as in saying "Welcome."

One Eye sat down next to Sally you noticed him and nodded to greet him. Strangely Sawtooth was nowhere to be seen.

"HELP! HELP ME!" Nobody seemed startled by the sudden pleading for help by a guy you recognized from the Resort. He was a friend of Danny's. Draging him was noone other than Sawtooth himself.

"DANNY! PLEASE! WHAT THE FUCK, DANNY!" The terror in the young man's eyes as he was being lifted on a table like a pig was indescribable. Three Finger pulled out a knife and cut deep into the guy as he yelled his heart out. He was cut open from the throat to the stomach.

Blood splashed out his body, his organs being ripped out by the hands of starving people and being eaten infront of him.

Screaming eventually died down and when they did, people started drinking the alcohol, the blood and whatever they could find.

As everybody enjoyed themselves, well known eyes were luring you closer. The hairy giant was checking you out, a pair of hands grabbed your waist, pulling you back into Three Finger's hold. He chuckled against your hair. Feeling the hot breath on you neck, you put your hands onto his.

Your whole body was pressed against Three Finger from behind, he grunted something you of course couldn't understand.

Leading you to the red truck and opening the door, for a second you hesitated. Was it safe? You knew that Jackson promised to inform them to leave you alone, but was he legit?

After taking a moment and looking at One Eye, who was sitting on the passenger seat, smiling at you. You knew you could trust them. Taking a seat next to One Eye, Three Finger turned on the vehicle.

Saw Tooth was sitting on the truck bed floor, the eyes of the hunter piercing into your soul.

While he almost scared you, the one sitting beside you couldn't stop fidgeting with your hands. One Eye was simply all over you, a pinch of shyness and pure kindness in him already told you what they were planning on doing with you.

You were theirs now. They quite literally claimed you and were driving you God knows where to do whatever they'd like.

To be honest the alcohol in your system was calming you down with the help of One Eye who was now playing with your hair as your head fell to his chest.

What a shame to admit, you've fallen hard. And so did they.

THE END.

[fanficanatic-tw]

Wrong Turn: Retribution, available now on fanfiction (x) and Wattpad (x)

Summary: Following on from the events of Bear Mt. Rd, Jessie and Chris are trying their best to move on and leave the terrors of their encounters with the cannibalistic killers in the past. That is until they learn that 'three fingers' is still alive and on the hunt, so they prepare for one more trip deep into the woods, willing to do anything to stop the cannibal's horrific reign of terror.

Taglist: @darknightfrombeyond @arrthurpendragon @foxesandmagic

[drunkenpixie23]

Alright, who do you guys think would win in a face off? The Sawyer Family from Texas Chainsaw Massacre or the three brothers from the Wrong Turn movies?

I’m genuinely curious about this xD

[cannibalredneck]

Thought Three-finger would look nice with a braid ✨

[juuheizou]

I made another one

[redkillzzz]

wrong turn 4 bts

I'm going to post tomorrow cus I have school

[s0dium]

Victoria Secret

A/n: For all my Geto lovers, i made sure the fucking was extra juicy. Enjoy!

Synopsis: Your secret indulgence? Buying lingerie. You've managed to keep this "hobby" under wraps until your worst nightmare, Geto Suguru, discovers your secret. Unexpectedly, he proposes a deal: he'll keep your secret, in exchange you help set up his friend Gojo with your roommate, and after that he will even buy you ten sets of your favorite lingerie. There’s just one catch—you have to model them for him. What could go wrong?

"W-what are you doing?" You manage to gasp but Geto just kisses the hollow of your throat. "Why? Do you want me to stop?" He murmurs against your skin. And you know you should say yes, but you shake your head. Like a fool. "Good girl."

Warnings: Teasing, praising, body worship, nipple play and sucking, soft-to-rough sex, unprotected sex, breeding

Word count: 5.5

Every Sunday, at precisely three in the afternoon, you sneak out of your apartment for what you call your "secret indulgence."

Your eyes gaze at the velvet-lined shelves, mentally dissecting the lace and silk items that sit on the red fabric. A familiar, gentle melody fills the boutique, playing overhead as soft light casts a warm glow on the meticulously displayed delicate fabrics. As you run your fingers over each fabric laid before you, you stop when you find one that feels like a whisper against your skin.

This one is perfect.

Carefully you hold the item up on either side, feeling the fabric between your index finger and thumb. Intricate floral patterns cover the lace material and you note the high-waisted cut and scalloped trim that would certainly flatter your figure. You hum in contentment. Yes, this piece of underwear will go perfectly with your collection.

Your "secret indulgence" you may ask? It is collecting lingerie.

Your indulgence was secret for a reason as well. Far too often people assumed that you collected lingerie for a boyfriend or even an audience, but it wasn't like that at all. In fact, it was the opposite, you collected lingerie for you. It wasn't like you never thought about trying it on for someone though, you just never seemed to have an opportunity too. Unlike many of your peers, you're not a social butterfly, never one to attend college parties or gatherings. Even your best friend Shoko has to drag you out of your room every once in a while. Yet, ever since you can remember, there's something about lingerie that captivates you—perhaps it's the delicate lace, the intricate patterns, or how damn good you looked in it. You were simply in love with it.

And up until now, you were pretty damn sure your indulgence was perfectly secret as well.

"Y/n! Just the person I needed to see."

Oh what the fuck.

Your steps halt instantly at the sound of the familiar voice, freezing you in place. You didn't want to look back, you didn't need to look back, you knew who was behind you. You purse your lips as a rush of thoughts floods your mind: Had he seen you leaving the boutique? He wasn't a fool; surely, he'd deduce that the two bags you were clutching came from somewhere significant nearby.

Shit shit shit. Fuck it.

With a nervous bite to the inside of your cheek, you slowly turned around, facing the tall man behind you.

"Geto." You dead pan. There’s a tightness around your mouth, the corners pulled down just enough to betray your displeasure. The usual spark in your eyes is conspicuously absent, replaced by a guarded, cool glare that clearly communicates your discomfort at this encounter.

Geto smiles and takes a few steps toward you. Your first instinct is to step back but you stay in place, taking in his appearance. He's wearing a black tank top today, one that clings to his well-defined muscles and shows off the tattoos covering his arms. He pairs this with casual grey sweatpants that hang loosely around his hips and of course, his long black hair is partially tied up in a man bun like it usually is, while the rest cascades down his back.

Of course he looks good.

Thin sharp black eyes scan you before landing on the two bags you are clutching. His smile grows. You know you're fucked. The last person you needed to uncover your secret.

"Enjoy your shopping?" He chuckles, nodding to the bags and you harshly bite your lip.

"Just some clothes for the summer" You respond dryly, making sure to be heard over the bustling people around you.

"Ah, you don't have to keep secrets from me." Geto chuckles and he gestures to the tattoo and piercing shop across the street. "You know I work there right? I see you go into the little shop every Sunday."

No. No, you did not know that.

You pause before speaking again. "Can I help you with something Geto?"

"Actually, yes you can. I need a favor."

"Favor?" Your eyebrows raise and you scoff. "What could I possibly help you with."

Geto smiles and takes another step forward. "I know we aren't friends, but Shoko is your best friend and she is also mine so I thought maybe we could benefit each other a bit."

You dont respond this time and he continues.

"My best friend, Gojo, im sure you know him."

You have to fight to hide the disgust on your face upon hearing the white-haired man's name. Of course, you knew Gojo, every one on campus knew Gojo, you specifically for the amount of girls he has "toyed" with.

"Yes, I know who the fuck Gojo is." You roll your eyes and you notice Geto has taken another step forward, effectively closing the distance between you two.

"Well, he is head over heels for your room mate-"

"Head over heels or just want to fuck her." You sarcastically snap back, cutting Geto off.

"Is there any difference these days?" he replies, a slight smirk playing at the edges of his lips, challenging the cynicism in your tone.

"And you want me to do what, exactly? Set her up with him? No way," you snap back, your voice rising slightly in indignation. "She's my friend, and I'm not some kind of matchmaker. Gojo can go screw himself."

"No, no, that's not what I'm saying at all," Geto quickly interjects, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm just asking you to let her know that he's available, that he likes her. Just make him out to be an option, you know? Your roommate can do whatever she wants with that information."

"Still, why would I want to do that?" you question, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion and frustration. The warmth of the afternoon seems to intensify the tension between you as Geto steps closer, diminishing the gap until he's just inches away.

"Because in exchange, I'll buy you anything you want," he offers, his voice low and persuasive.

"Um, what?" Your response comes out more as a reflex than anything else.

"Let me rephrase that," he continues, nodding slightly towards the bag of lingerie you're holding, which causes your cheeks to flush with embarrassment. "I’ll buy you what you really want."

"No," you retort firmly, feeling the discomfort rise.

"No?" He echoes, his tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.

"Yes, no. Besides, I'm not strapped for cash. I can buy what I want whenever I want—"

"Didn't I tell you you don't have to lie to me?" Geto cuts in, his voice lowering a bit. "Please, I know how expensive that store is, and I'm not offering just one thing. Say, how about 10 sets from that store you love?" he declares, his eyes flashing with a mix of challenge and amusement.

"10? Can you even afford that?" you retort skeptically, your eyebrows arching in disbelief. This game of his was becoming more intriguing and absurd by the minute.

He leans back, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Oh, and I have to go shopping with you and see you try it on," he adds, as if the deal wasn’t provocative enough.

"Why the hell would you want to do that?" You feel the tips of your ears grow red and you scoff. The idea of Geto Suguru choosing lingerie for you sounds so personal sends a shiver down your spine.

"Because," he pauses, his gaze intense, "its not about buying you lingerie, Consider it… a test of trust, can't just give you hundred of my dollars and let you do whatever you want, I want to make sure you use the money the way our deal assures you will which is... buying lingerie."

You pause, absorbing his words, the heat of the afternoon sun pressing down on you, making the moment feel even more surreal. "Fine. We follow each other on Instagram, so I'll DM you when it's done. But like you said, it's up to her what she wants to do with that information."

"Alright by me. See you soon," he replies, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying note of finality.

As you turn away, walking down the busy street, your mind races with the absurdity of the conversation.

What the hell just happened?

Your fingers hesitated over the blue send button, poised to confirm the completion of your part of the unusual bargain.

Earlier, you had shared with your friend the prospect of a date with Gojo Satoru, carefully omitting the details of the deal behind it. As expected, she was ecstatic, thrilled by the idea despite Gojo's questionable reputation—a fact that gnawed at your conscience. But what could you do? The arrangement was already in motion. Now, it was time to let Geto know that you had held up your end of the agreement, and it was his turn to fulfill his promise.

You took a sharp breath through your nose and pressed down on the screen, watching as the word "delivered" appeared beneath your message in the chat. Just as you were about to set the phone aside and start getting ready for bed, it pinged with a new message. It was from Geto Suguru. Your heart raced as you read the simple words.

When do you want to meet?

The sun blazes down as you approach your favorite boutique, the heat making the pavement shimmer like a mirage. Despite the sweltering temperature, you've donned a big, baggy sweater over your shorts—a choice more about comfort and less about fashion, especially since you didn’t want this meeting to scream 'date'. It’s your casual armor, albeit a warm one on a day like today.

As you near the boutique, you spot Geto Suguru waiting by the entrance. He leans casually against the wall, dressed in some graphic t-shirt and black jeans, his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses. This time his hair is completely up in a man bun that shows off his black gauge earrings and hints of a tattoo on his back. The moment he sees you, his lips curve into a knowing smile, as if he can read your thoughts about the outfit.

"Hey," he greets, pushing off from the wall to stand upright. His voice is smooth, a calm contrast to the bustling street around you. "I was starting to think you were gonna bail."

"And miss a chance at free money? I think not." you quip. "Hope Gojo enjoyed his date by the way." Sarcasm drips from your words and Suguru chuckles.

"Probably not as much as I'm gonna enjoy this." he counters smoothly. "Come on," he says, gesturing towards the boutique's door. "We got some shopping to do."

The moment you walk through the boutique doors, cool air hits you in refreshing waves, making you sigh with relief. The boutique interior sparkles with delicate lighting and the gentle clinking of hangers, an ambiance you know and love all too well. You notice that the store is unusually quiet today, with no other customers around—just the shop owner standing by the cashier, who flashes you a small, welcoming smile as you enter. As you step further, your eyes lock onto a stunning pink lingerie set draped elegantly on a mannequin right by the entrance. Its intricate lace and delicate details shimmer under the boutique’s soft lighting, radiating an aura of both luxury and temptation. It's new, and most definitely pricy.

"You’re staring," Geto observes with a smirk, catching you in your admiring glance.

"I'm appreciating," you correct him, the corner of your lips twitching upwards. The price tag hanging from the mannequin does nothing to deter you; it's clearly on the pricier side, but today, Geto’s wallet is on the line. "And since you’re offering, I think I’ll indulge."

Geto's laughter fills the air, playful and unbothered. "I should’ve known you'd go for the gold. Well, it’s your day. Let’s make my pockets weep then," he says, gesturing grandly towards the set.

Who were you to deny him?

You dive into the racks, your fingers grazing over silks and satins, selecting the most exquisite pieces you lay your eyes on. One by one, you gather a collection of lingerie sets—each more lavish than the last. There’s a daring scarlet set that promises to captivate, a royal blue ensemble that speaks of deep oceans, and a classic black lace number that's timeless in its elegance. By the time you're done, nine luxurious sets accompany the initial pink one on the counter.

Geto watches with a mixture of admiration and apprehension as the pile grows, his eyebrows raising slightly at each new addition. But he doesn’t protest; instead, he engages in light banter with the shop owner, who carefully folds each set into sleek boutique bags.

As the total rings up—a sum that makes even the shop owner blink twice—you don’t look away from Geto's face, watching for any sign of regret or hesitation. None comes. He simply pulls out his black card, the smirk never leaving his lips as he hands it over.

The transaction goes through with a soft beep, and you can’t help but feel a thrill of victory as he signs the receipt. You reach out to grab the bags and head toward the door, already planning where each piece will go in your wardrobe, when Geto’s voice stops you.

"Where do you think you’re going? We still have the other part of the deal, remember?" he says with no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice.

Geto's reminder hangs in the air, the playful edge in his voice more pronounced now. As realization dawns on you, you let out a low groan, remembering the full scope of the deal. "Oh," you say, hesitance hanging from your voice. "Right, the 'trying on' part."

"Exactly," he grins broadly. "Come on, my car is parked outside."

"HAH! You think I'm going to your house?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow in mock disbelief.

"Why not? Or can we go to yours?" he counters quickly, his grin turning into a challenging smirk.

You bite the side of your cheek. Your place was an absolute mess right now and you don't think you can handle Geto Surguru in your room. "Fine, yours it is," you finally concede.

The drive to Geto's place unfolds in a tense silence, your gaze fixed on the cityscape sliding past the car window. Your heart pounds with a mix of dread and nerves, the quiet amplifying the whirlwind of thoughts in your head. There had to be a way to get out of this. The idea of layering your clothes under the lingerie flickers through your mind, but you dismiss it almost instantly—Geto would see right through that. The thought of making a daring escape through a bathroom window doesn't seem entirely out of the question, though it feels more like a scene from a comedy than a realistic plan.

As you mull over these scenarios, you wonder about Geto's intentions. Was this all just a game to him, a way to tease you? He'd watched you choose each piece with care, so there was no question of you running off with his money. Was this some weird way he got off?

Your so into your thoughts that you dont even realize your at Geto's door.

"Welcome to my humble abode," He says through a grin as he swings upon the door. Rolling your eyes at his grandeur, you step inside, instantly taken by the loft's undeniable charm. The space is open and airy, with high ceilings and large, sunlit windows that overlook the bustling city below. Exposed brick walls add a touch of urban cool, while modern art pieces dot the walls, giving the place a curated yet lived-in feel.

"The bathroom is over there," Geto points nonchalantly towards a sleek, sliding door on the far side of the room. His tone is casual, as if inviting you to try on clothes was an everyday occurrence. He saunters over to a plush couch, settling in comfortably. "You can start whenever you're ready."

Feeling a flutter of nerves, you clutch the bag of lingerie a bit tighter. "You want me to—to try on all of them?" Your voice barely hides your anxiety.

"Nah, just two or three," he responds, his voice calm and nonchalant as he picks up a magazine from the coffee table.

With your heart pounding so loudly you're sure he can hear it, you make your way to the bathroom. The cool, modern aesthetics of the loft seem to blur as your mind races. Was this just a fucking joke to him?

As the door closes behind you, you set your bags down on the bathroom floor.

Holy shit Holy shit Holy shit.

You were going to die, this was it. You were going to die out of embarrassment because of god damn Geto Suguru. Your face burns a deep shade of red, heart racing as you lean against the cool, marble sink. Fuck, you're overwhelmed, your thoughts a tumultuous whirl, but you know you need to pull yourself together. Yes, the task is simple: pick two sets of lingerie, try them on, and get this ordeal over with. Just two sets, then you can leave. That's all.

Peeking through a slight crack in the bathroom door, you see Geto lounging effortlessly on the couch, casually flipping through a magazine as if he hasn't a care in the world. A quiet curse escapes your lips at his composure— god you hated him.

Turning back to the task at hand, you rummage through the bag containing the 10 pieces of lingerie. Each piece is stunningly beautiful, making the choice unexpectedly difficult. The last thing you wanted was to make it seem like you where trying to impress him. After a moment's hesitation, your hands settle on a set of black lace lingerie—bold but the plainest out of all of them.

Slipping into the black lace, you feel the fabric glide smoothly over your skin. The lace is intricate, delicate yet firm, offering a sensation that is both luxurious and comforting. As it settles into place, you notice how perfectly it cups your breasts, enhancing your natural shape without discomfort. The fabric molds to your body, sculpting your curves in a way that boosts your confidence, even in such a vulnerable moment.

Turning to face the mirror, you take a moment to really look at yourself. The lingerie accentuates your figure beautifully—your waist appears slimmer, your hips more pronounced. Yes, this was exactly what you loved about lingerie, how it made you look and more importantly how it made you feel. Despite the situation, you can't help but feel a surge of self-assurance. It's a small victory, but in this moment, it's enough to steady your nerves.

Now was the hard part.

Slowly you step out of the bathroom, your heart pounds fiercely in your chest, echoing in your ears. The moment the door clicks shut behind you, Geto's attention shifts from his magazine to you. He lays the magazine aside, his gaze instantly locking onto you. His eyes rake up and down your figure, taking in every detail of the black lace lingerie that clings to your curves.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" Geto muses, a teasing grin playing on his lips. "If it isn't the bravest fashion model of our time."

"S-shut up," you stammer, trying to mask your discomfort with irritation. "Just remember, I'm only doing this because of the deal."

"Oh, and you're doing it magnificently, may I add. Who knew you hid such bold taste under that sweater."

"It's just underwear, don't read too much into it," you retort, your cheeks warming under his scrutiny.

"Turn for me," he commands softly. "I want to see the back."

"What?" you falter, caught off guard.

"Turn for me, I want to see behind," he repeats more firmly.

Fuck it.

Reluctantly, you turn, exposing the delicate lace detailing on the back.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself, his gaze lingering appreciatively on the design.

"What?" you ask, your voice wavering slightly—unsure if you're more startled by the compliment or by the intimacy of his tone.

"Nothing, baby," he responds, his hand dismissively waving as he looks away, pretending to refocus on something else in the room. "Go try on the next one."

You dont say anything, instead slipping back into the bathroom and rummaging through the bag. Your heart still thumps audibly in your chest, but now there's an undercurrent of excitement mixed with the nerves. The flutter in your chest isn't just from anxiety though; it's also from a burgeoning sense of empowerment. You realize that you have control over how you present yourself, a certain power over Sugruru.

After discarding the set you were wearing, you reach into the bag and pull out the pink set you splurged on earlier. The fabric is luxurious, with a hint of sheerness to the bra that would no doubt show your nipples. The underwear is equally bold, designed as a thong with delicate straps that loop around each thigh, highlighting the curves of your hips and legs.

As you slip into the pink lingerie, the fabric settles against your skin like a whispered secret. The sheer material of the bra makes you acutely aware of your own body, and as you adjust the straps around your thighs, the ensemble frames your form in a way that feels almost artistically deliberate.

Yes, just after this you would be done. So why not go out with a bang?

As you step out of the bathroom, the transformation in your demeanor is palpable. The delicate pink lingerie accentuates your confidence, which resonates with each step you take towards Geto. His eyes lift to meet yours, and the moment they travel down to take in the full view, his expression shifts dramatically to one of... shock? His usual composure falters, and he lets out a low, incredulous whistle.

"Jesus Christ," he breathes out.

You shift in place, playing with the silk hem of your underwear.

After a moment, he composes himself slightly and gestures towards him with a slight tilt of his head. "Come here," he says softly, his voice low and inviting.

You pause, the hesitation clear in your stance. The intensity in his gaze and the palpable tension in the air make your heart race even faster.

Seeing your reluctance, Geto's expression softens. He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes never leaving yours. "Please," he adds, a hint of something more vulnerable in his tone this time.

The room seems to pulse with the silent energy between you as you take a tentative step forward, then another, drawn by the magnetic pull of his gaze. The air thickens with a charged mix of anticipation and desire as you finally stop just a breath away from him.

He looks up at you, standing up from his seat, his gaze intense yet tender. "You look incredible," he murmurs. You flinch when you feel his hand his finger trace your jaw and his other hand play with the hem of your lace underwear. He bends down, his lips just grazing your cheek, a feather-light touch that sends shivers down your spine, making your entire body quiver. "If you want me to stop, say it now," he whispers. When you remain silent, he brushes his mouth against the hollow of your temple. "Or now." He traces the curve of your cheekbone. "Or now." His lips meet yours.

For a moment your so shocked that he kissed you, you don't do anything. It feels like you are having an out-of-body experience like you can't believe this as actually happening to you. Then in a matter of seconds, his lips move against yours and you melt. Suguru is gentle at first, then unyieldingly hard. You feel yourself falling —not just physically, but emotionally too. You open for him and his tongue snakes its way inside your mouth. His hands move from your face to your lower back as he pulls you toward him, closing whatever space was left between you. He pushes you against him as he deepens the kiss. One of his hands remains on your hip, while the other travels to cup your breasts.

"W-what are you doing?" You manage to gasp but Geto just kisses the hollow of your throat."

"Why? Do you want me to stop?" He mumbles against your skin. And you know you should say yes, but you shake your head. Like a fool.

"Good girl."

Without a warning, Geto sweeps you up in his arms with an ease that leaves you breathless, carrying you effortlessly across the room to his bed.

Geto stands over you, his eyes tracing the contours of your body splayed elegantly across his bed.

"Shit baby, you let anyone else see you like this?"

You thickly gulp and shake your head.

"Oh thank god." He murmurs, climbing over you to place light kisses along your neck, trailing down your chest. Each kiss is soft yet deliberate, sending a cascade of warmth through your entire body. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to be fully immersed in the sensation.

"Your skin feels like silk," he murmurs.

"Did you steal that line from a hallmark card?" You crack.

"Nope just stating a fact." He skims the underside of your bra with his fingers. "Always watched you come out of the store, always wanted to see how you'd look in what you bought." He lifts his head to give you a wry look "You're so smooth and perfect you know that right?"

You let out a soft gasp when his lips find your nipple, pulling your lacy bra down so soft lips can evoke your nub.

"Oh god sugu-" He doesn’t let you get to the last consonant, his eager, hot mouth enveloping one of your nipples and sucking. His tongue flattens, rolling your peak and swirling around your areola, fast and rough until you’re whining. His ears go hot at the sounds you’re making, all desperate and needy.

"So beautiful, fuck your tits are so beautiful" He groans into your skin like it was cocaine. He then switches to your other breast, sucking and licking until he knows you will be sore. Jesus, your breasts feel so good in his mouth, so soft and sweet, why didn't he do this sooner? How much longer did he think he could maintain this facade of being your 'enemy' when all he truly desired was to have you underneath him?

You are squirming underneath him now, the stimulation of his wet tongue on your nipple is becoming unbearable and so was the growing heat between your legs. Your tits feel so good in his mouth, supple, sweet, far better than his imagination could ever conjure

"God, sugu-"

"Love it when you say my name." Suguru breaths between licks and you feel your stomach twist with.

"Sugu please" you manage to gasp, "please touch me please anything please-"

"Fuck you?" Suguru coos, and the words make warmth blossom from your core.

"Please." You breath.

And who was he to deny you?

Without much of a word he pulls your lace panties down to your ankles, making you instinctively hide your bare cunt with your hands, but he clicks the roof of his mouth with his tongue and swats your fingers away. Then, as he stands over you, Suguru steps out of his black pants and pulls off his t-shirt. As you glimpse Suguru, you feel your breath get caught in your throat. His large, incredibly toned frame is a clear testament to rigorous workouts, and intricate tattoos weave across his skin, adding to the attraction.

You were no longer in the kiddie pool.

You are too immersed in his figure that you dont even notice he has lowered down his black boxers just enough so his long length springs out and slaps against his abdomen.

You thickly gulp.

"I dont think that will-" You stammer, the sheer size or his dick making your gut twist and turn. "I think it will hurt I dont think it will-" As you continue to stammer, searching for the right words, Geto cuts you off with a deep, consuming kiss that immediately shuts you up. When he finally pulls back, a confident smirk plays on his lips.

"It will, baby, it always does," he murmurs, his voice low and dark.

Geto positions himself atop you, his strong legs straddling either side of your body, anchoring him in place. He leans over you, the intensity of his gaze capturing yours as he methodically entwines his fingers with yours. With a firm but gentle grasp, he pins your hands down on either side of your body, his proximity reducing the world to the space between you. The warmth of his breath brushes against your face, his presence both overwhelming and exhilarating, as he holds you there under him, completely in control yet tender in his touch.

Before you can even get a word in, you gasp when you feel large pressure against your hole.

"Slowly baby," he hushes you before you can protest. "I'll go slowly."

Suguru's slow roll of hips hips into you is enough to make you scream. The way his dick parts your walls and fills every single inch of you makes your brain go hazy, especially when his tip smooshes against your cervix, sending blots of electricity throughout your body.

"Talk to me baby," Suguru murmurs, his voice cracking from the vice grip your cunt has on dick. "Want me to move?"

You're too lost in the hazy pleasure to form words, all you can do is nod, making Geto breathe out an air of what must be relief. His thrusts started out shallow and slow, testing the waters for how much he could get away with. What your limits were, and if you could fully take him for what he wanted.

You feel like you are going insane from the pleasure. Your cries came silent from your throat, eyes screwed shut in complete bliss. Your body adjusted rather quickly to him, Suguru coaxing you to relax as he peppers kisses along your neck, sucking and biting your sensitive skin. And as you adjusted, your hips began to buck against him at their own pace, beckoning him to move faster.

Of course, Suguru doesn't miss this, and without missing a beat he speads up his thrusts, the pap pap pap of his skin against your echoing in your ears

"Shit, you feel so good baby." Geto practically whines. You don't know it, but he's starting to lose his grip, the overwhelming pleasure beginning to unravel his usual composure.

The delicious friction of his dick scrapping your walls has your heart pounding in your ears and your breath close to hyperventilating. Everything is too much too good all at once. The proximity of Geto's body is overwhelming, his warm skin against yours, his ragged breath hot against your neck. When you gaze into his face, the sight nearly makes you faint—his eyes scrunched shut, lost in euphoria, beads of sweat lining his black hairline. His mouth is slightly open, panting, a sight that makes your cunt flutter from excitement.

"Su-Suguru, so good you're fucking me so good." you babble and he can only groan in response. Your toes curled and uncurled as he continued to wreck your body with his completely brutal thrusts. The pain of him hitting the tip of your cervix nearly every time mixed with the kisses he peppered on your neck and lips was all enough to end you to heaven.

He knows you're close. And you know it too. The way Suguru is fucking you is truly a primal display of affection; him rutting into your cunt like an animal in heat and you frantically scratching and clawing at his back.

Thats when an idea hits you, no, a need overcomes you, You need Suguru, you need all of him, all of him inside you filling you up and making you his.

"Sugu cum in me please," you beg through a hoarse voice. "Fill me up please please please."

He’s been pressing kisses and biting into your shoulder, but you don’t miss the way he practically whines at your words.

"Course baby, course I will."

As if on cue, you feel your seize up and your mind go blank. It feels like your body is free falling into a euphoric grave, electric arrows of pleasure coursing through your sin and directly to your core.

"Oh shit" Suguru curses at the way your cunt clamps down on him and it isnt to long before he follows you, shooting thick ropes of cum straight into your belly. In a fluid motion without leaving your insides once, he picks you up so you are straddling him, and his bare chest is pressed against yours.

“You’re so warm,” he murmurs into your ear. And you can only sigh in response.

'I'll buy you 1000 more lingerie sets if we can do this again."

[t3r4t0m4]

Apparently I can post more suggestive stuff on Tumblr again (maybe, jury's still out on that I think) but I hope this can tide us all over for a bit

I missed drawing my favorite nasty old man cannibal in slutty poses