#when he chainsawed that door I knew I was in love

[evelyn-onfire]

!! BLOOD WARNING !!

Jerry absolutely listens to Kesha

[muwapsturniolo]

𝕭𝖗𝖚𝖙𝖚𝖘 🗡 Matt Sturniolo

"You're mine now doll, get to runnin' "

✘ dom matt, mask/face paint kink, knife play, blood, murder, serial killers, pussy slapping, rough sex, exhibitionism. degradation, dacryphilia, fear play, predator x play kink. IF I MISSED ANYTHING, PLZ LET ME KNOW.

ALSO! Although this is not doll!reader and I’m using it as a nickname, I’m still giving credit to my fav rose toy with big tits @bernardsbendystraws

Halloween Horror Nights.

The night where you allow yourself to be chased by fake chainsaws, scared out of your skin, explore haunted houses, and enjoy food.

Y/n however, went for a whole different reason.

It was no secret to the people who knew her that she was a horror fanatic. She watched all the scary movies, often fawning over the masked murders—Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, to be exact. She'd immerse herself, sitting in the dark with a bowl of popcorn on her lap. She'd even take it a step further and leave her front door unlocked, hoping one of her masked lovers would stroll right in.

So here she was, dressed as Alice from 'Alice in Wonderland', wandering around the big amusement park with a certain spark in her eye.

She was having the time of her life - the haunt actors getting in her face and screaming only to be met with a wide smile. They had run up to her multiple times, waving their fake knives, bats, and chainsaws in her face, hoping to scare her. However, she never screamed, she laughed and clenched her thighs, her wetness pooling in the center of her bright blue panties.

She had just finished walking through one of the haunted houses, smiling to herself as she heard the screams of the other house attendees. As she walks out through the exit, the smell of kettle corn and funnel cake hits her immediately.

Her stomach grumbles softly, and she decides it's time for her to eat. As she begins to walk towards the food area, she stops hearing the loudest screams of the night. Just as she turns around, she sees a group of teen girls running from a Haunt actor.

He was tall and lanky, dressed in black suspenders and a white button-up adorned by a tie. His face was covered in white face paint, black triangles painted over his eyes, the black paint also covering his lips - He looked like some rendition of the crow. His hair was slicked back as well, a singular curl falling in his face.

He was beautiful, nothing about him was scary - She was attracted.

Suddenly, his head turns, his eyes landing on her.

She maintains eye contact, not backing down from the impromptu staring contest. She watches as a smirk makes its way across his face, his tongue gliding over his teeth swiftly. She found herself imagining him biting her, his tongue gliding over the indentation on her skin soon after.

She's knocked out of her daydream and staring contest by a few kids bumping into her, running away from what looks like their parents. She huffs and goes to look back at the painted face, only to see he's gone. She was disappointed, hoping maybe, just maybe, he would approach her. She continued on with her task, getting in line to get food before she went on with her night. However, she couldn't shake the feeling of someone watching her.

Throughout the night, she would catch brief glimpses of him, their eyes connecting before he disappeared once more. It seemed like every corner she turned, he was there watching her, stalking her, getting closer and closer each and every single time - She loved it. She dreamed of having her own personal killer dote upon her, and even though he wasn't a real killer, she would settle for it.

Eventually, she had gotten bored of the horror night, having been in the majority of the haunted houses and seeing all of the Haunt actors. She was ready to leave, but before she left, she decided to take a picture.

She holds the phone up, fixing her hair and getting ready to smile when suddenly, the haunt actor who has been watching her this whole night, appears behind her.

He's quick to yank her closer, using her hair as an anchor to pull her back into his chest - his fake knife pressing against her throat.

She freezes, completely caught off guard by his sudden appearance, her thumb hovering over the button to capture the pictures. She feels the ridges of the blade pressing against her throat, the coldness of the metal - She doesn't question it, the only thing her mind can focus on is his warm breath fanning over her ear.

She can't help the excitement building in her core, her wetness forming at an accelerated pace. She clenches her thighs, the nameless haunt actor chuckling darkly by her indiscreet actions.

"Are you scared?" He whispers in her ear, sniffing her neck in the process. She already looked appetizing, but she smelled mouthwatering. The subtle scent of cherries wafting through his nose and making his eyes flutter shut in ecstasy.

"No-"

She wasn't lying, she wasn't scared, she had that anxious excitement building in her stomach. She knew something was going to happen tonight, and she was ready for it.

"Then go on doll, take the picture," he whispers in her ear, a slight chill running up her spine due to his raspy voice. She does as told and takes a picture, a few pictures actually.

"You've been watching me tonight." She says softly as she puts her phone down, the knife still pressed against her throat. He hums in acknowledgment, still holding onto her hair tightly. "And you did nothing to stop it." He removes the knife and turns her around, wrapping a strong hand around her throat, tilting his head to the side as he notices the chaotic gleam in her eye.

He smirks when he recognizes it, "but you liked it, didn't you? You liked the idea of a killer stalking you, hunting you down like prey?" He stares deep into her soul, his eyes never leaving hers. He trails the knife along the front of her costume, stopping right at her heart, never breaking eye contact.

"I love it actually."

His grip on her jaw tightens, his eyes darkening in a sadistic way. He allows his thumb to press against her bottom lip, slowly prodding into her mouth. Her plump and glossed lips wrapped around it, her tongue swirling against it as she kept her eyes locked on his.

He pulls his thumb out of her mouth, his whole body rushing with adrenaline.

His night is taking a turn, the original plan between him and Chris now being tweaked, all because of her. He wasn't mad about it at all, Chris might be, but he would deal with that later.

After all, Chris couldn't stay mad at a girl dressed all pretty for him.

"What's your name?"

"Y/n...What's yours?"

He ignores her question and turns her around, using his knife to point at a specific haunted house she hasn't been in yet.

"Go-" she furrows her brows, not understanding why he would tell her to go into the attraction. Before she could question him, he was gone, leaving nothing but directions and a raging ache between her legs.

She huffs in annoyance, mainly due to his disappearing act but also due to the wetness in between her thighs.

Fixing the hem of her dress, she heads over to the haunted attraction standing in the long line with other people.

Shockingly, it wasn't long before she was next to enter the attraction, showing her ID to security. It was then that she realized this was the scariest haunted house - You have to be 21 to enter due to the extremities.

It was interactive, the actors being able to touch you and terrorize you for however long until you find the exit.

She's soon let in, her legs moving slowly as she takes in the inside of the horror house. It was dark at first, no light in the small entranceway. All she could hear were the screams from the group in front of her and the mechanics of the attraction.

Eventually, she makes it to a long, dimly lit hallway. The lights were flickering and she couldn't tell if it was rigged that way or if they were truly flickering.

She turns the corner and stops - a masked person was hunched over a body, their arm coming down vigorously and violently, blood splatter landing on their white shirt. She assumed it was part of the attraction, not really thinking about it- until she recognized the body on the ground.

It was a girl from earlier, the same girl who ran up to her and complimented her costume.

Everything looked so real - the blood, the knife, even the lifeless look in the girl's eyes as she lay on the floor. Y/n didn’t realize the girl was part of the haunt crew, she wasn’t dressed up in a scary costume - but what does she know?

She hummed to herself and kept walking, not noticing the way the masked actor halted his actions and watched her, tilting their head in wonder as she proceeds without a care in the world.

She walks deeper into the house, laughing in the actors' faces as they attempt to scare her. She even laughed when a girl ran up to her, covered in blood, screaming and crying for her help.

She didn't take her seriously, why would she? It was a haunted house, these are actors.

"Please! Help me out of here, he's going to kill me!"

The emotion in her voice was so raw, it had a true tone of panic

It was so real.

"You actors get better and better every year," Y/n says as she examines the girl's costume. "Costume?! T-this isn't a costume! H-he tried to ki-" The girl stops, her eyes widening in fear as she begins to back away. Y/n rolls her eyes, "Oh, let me guess. There's someone beh-" She stops feeling something looming over her, the energy in the room turning dark as goosebumps rise along her arms.

She turns around, coming face to face with the same painted-faced individual along with the masked figure from before. She looks them up and down, both of them covered in blood. The one in the mask was drenched, the black color of his pants looking even darker with the red liquid seeping into it. He was breathing harshly, his ragged breathing echoing from behind the mask.

The masked figure grabs her, snatching her by her throat and raising his knife. Just as he goes to land his lethal blow, he's stopped by the one covered in face paint.

"She's mine, Let her go."

His voice is stern, leaving no room for debate, but the one in the mask doesn't listen. His grip tightens around her throat, the blue eyes peering down at her hardening. She knew now that this was, in fact, a life or death situation, and she couldn't help but shift slightly, her legs pressing together as she attempted to relieve the ache between her legs.

The one with the painted face smirks, walking behind the masked figure and whispering in his ear. She watches as the blue eyes behind the mask soften, his grip loosening.

He almost looked vulnerable, like he was scared of her.

"She's getting away Chris-" The moment of vulnerability is whisked away, the masked figure now known as Chris whipping his head toward the battered girl rushing off through one of the hallways.

"Go handle her, then come find me."

Chris shoves Y/n into the arms of the painted-face killer, darting down the hallway with a deranged objective. Not even a second later, she's shoved into the wall, her back hitting the plank wood harshly, her purse falling out of her hands. He presses his body against her, inhaling that cherry perfume he finds himself becoming addicted to.

"Are you going to kill me?" She asks, her heart beating wildly. He chuckles and pulls away from her neck, his eyes connecting with hers.

"Kill you? Don't tell me you're scared Dollface."

She shakes her head softly, "I'm not scared, the opposite actually." He hums and looks over her face, trying to see if she is lying. Suddenly, he pushes her off the wall, watching as she stumbles from the unsuspecting push. He uses the tip of his knife to lift her chin,

"You should be."

Her brows furrow, not understanding why she should be scared of him.

"Why should I be? "

"Because you're mine now Doll. Get to runnin'."

Her brows furrow even more, her confusion evident.

"Wha- RUN!"

She can't help but jump at the volume of his voice, her feet moving before she can even register. She takes off running, the beat of her heart ringing in her ears as she looks for a place to hide. He waits a minute or two before stalking down the hallways, whistling as he searches for her.

She finds herself hiding in one of the rooms of the haunted house, shoving herself under the bed, thankful that the prop had a long enough bed skirt. He walked down the hallway she had just run down, stopping in his tracks when he noticed an open door.

He knew this haunted house like the back of his hand - that door was never opened. He walks into the bedroom, letting his knife trail against the wall, an eerie screeching sound being heard.

"I know you're in here Doll-" He smells the air, the strain in his pants growing. "I can smell you, that sweet, sultry cherry perfume-"

She covered her mouth, hoping he wouldn't hear her breathing.

"I can smell the wetness forming between your legs, it's just as sweet as that perfume-" He looks down and notices a bit of her shoe peeking out from under the bed.

He purposely drops the knife, her heart skipping a beat when she hears it collide with the ground.

"- And you know what else I can smell?"

He bends down, reaching for the knife,

"Fear!"

He reaches under the bed and firmly grasps her calve, yanking her from under the bed. She screams loudly as she is dragged from under the bed, her body soon being thrown on top of it. He holds her hands down above her head, using his own body to hold her legs down.

"I thought you weren't scared Dollface?" He taunts, watching as she struggles to get away from him. He grabs the knife and trails it along her thigh, watching as all her movements stop.

The blade trails higher up her thigh, stopping at the hem of the dress from her costume. " You were scared and yet... You found it exciting, thrilling even." He flips her dress up, exposing her saturated panties.

He smiles at the sight, tightening his grip on the handle of the knife, "Look at that, all wet and I haven't even done anything besides scare you. But you know what they say-" He trails the tip of the knife over her clothed core before sliding it under the band.

"Fear is the best foreplay."

The blade swiftly cuts at the band of her underwear, the material falling flat against her body before he yanks it off, throwing it to the side along with the knife.

"Say it, say you like being scared." He urges, his hand getting closer and closer to her core.

"I-I like being scared...I like being hunted by you like a pray, knowing you're lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce and take me." His eyes darken at her words, his pupils dilating.

Instead of fingering her like she assumed he would do, he slaps her folds, a yelp of shock falling from her mouth only to be silenced by his lips. Their lips mesh together feverishly, the black and white paint staining her face as he continues his assault on her folds. He pulls away, watching the fat and salty tears roll down her face. He groans lowly, his cock twitching at the sight of her tears. He stops his heinous ministrations and finally looks down at her cunt - He spreads her puffy folds and watches her hole clench around nothing, begging to be filled and stretched out. His eyes dart toward her clit, watching the puffy mound pulsate under his gaze.

His mouth waters, the urge to be suffocated by her plump and plush thighs as he tastes her sweet, delectable juices strong - He'll save that for another time.

She gasps as she's flipped onto her stomach, his hands harshly gripping her waist and hiking her up, surely leaving bruises in the process. He trails his hand over the soft flesh of her ass before allowing his fingers to dip into her cunt. A whimper escapes her mouth as her eyes flutter shut, that pit in her stomach already forming and ready to burst.

The lewd squelching mixed with the screams of terror throughout the haunted house is like music to his ears - He couldn't wait any longer.

He rips his fingers away from her cunt, ignoring her pathetic cries of greediness as he quickly unbuckled his pants. He wastes no time lining himself up with her dripping cunt, slamming into her harshly.

Her back arches upward like a hissing cat, her finger clenching at the sheets as a strangled moan echoes throughout the propped bedroom. He slams her back down into the bed, her joints cracking in the process.

He fit inside her perfectly, her walls taking in his length with a warm and wet welcome.

He's relentless with his actions, his nails digging into the handles of her hips as he forces her to meet his thrusts. She feels as if she can't breathe, her mouth open and eyes rolled back as she gasps for air. Her brain is scrambled, every thought she had now jumbled and incoherent. The only thing she can think about is the immense pleasure she's feeling, all because of this nameless killer.

She fails to notice the multiple goers of the haunted house walking past the open door, watching with wide eyes as they assume the two were just actors acting- Just as she had done.

She also fails to notice the pair of eyes hidden behind a mask watching from the closet, his gaze stuck on her scrunched face.

"Fuck- Look at you, taking a killer's dick like a whore." She moans loudly in response to his degrading words, her whole body shaking with euphoria. Her slick was trailing down her inner thigh, coating his dick and glistening under the yellow lights.

He props his foot on the bed, allowing him to reach even deeper. He hits that spot hidden deep in between her gummy walls - That "Final Girl" scream tumbling from her lips.

Her body lurches forward, attempting to escape his brutal assault on her body.

He growls and grabs a handful of her hair, shoving her face into the mattress. "Stop fucking running and take it! You wanted this, you wanted to be fucked by a killer!"

He feels her walls fluttering around him, sucking him in deeper despite her attempts to get away. He can tell she's close, her muffled sobs and wails only getting louder with each and every thrust.

His own orgasm was approaching quickly, but he refused to cum without seeing her face - Much like when he goes in for the kill.

He had to see his victims' faces, the light leaving their eyes doing nothing but bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

He pulls out of her aching cunt and flips her over, giving her no time to adjust before he slips right back in, resuming his relentless pace.

Her arms lay limp by her head, her whole body weak as she takes everything he gives her.

He wraps a single hand around her throat, using his other hand to swirl figure 8's against her clit. Her whole body begins to shake, choked gasps and broken pleas filling the air.

"P-Ple-" He tightens his grip against her throat, her hands flying towards his wrist and clawing at it.

"Go on Doll- Shit- Let go."

Her body thrashes around violently, a horrific scream echoing throughout the haunted house, the guests flinching as they rush through with their friends.

He lets go himself, groaning loudly as he paints her walls, claiming her as his.

He heaves as he pulls out of her, a small 'pop' being heard. He tucks himself back in his pants, sniffling softly as he watches her tremble on the bed.

He gives her a few seconds before he grabs his gloves and knife, "I suggest you make your way out, doll. Don't want you to get caught in the crossfire." She continues to lay on the bed, struggling to even sit up or listen to what he's saying.

He chuckles at her fucked out expression and crawls over her, grasping her jaw gently. Her eyes are glossed over, blown out as she looks up at him.

"Look at you, fucked out and dumb." He grabs her arms and pulls her up, holding her close as her knees buckle. He smirks as he looks down at her, enjoying how spent she looks.

"You're so pretty like this," he caresses her face gently, wiping a mascara streak off her face before pushing her harshly towards the door.

She stumbles, leaning against the wall for support. "Go on Doll, I'll see you soon," She says nothing as she stumbles out of the faux bedroom, a mix of his cum and her juices trailing down her leg.

She doesn't even remember making it out of the haunted house, nor does she remember making it home. All she knows is that she woke up still dressed in her costume, traces of dirt and blood in the satin material.

She went about her day, quietly getting herself together and trying to come to terms with what happened the previous night. She thought it was all a dream, there was no way that actually happened...Right?

With a huff she walks into her living room and collapses onto the couch, her body still feeling sore from the night she was still trying to understand. She sits in the dark, aimlessly flipping through channels on the TV before the news catches her attention.

"- Here, reporting live from the grounds of Halloween horror nights in Los Angeles, California. It has been reported that as the team was cleaning up after their week of festivities to celebrate Halloween, they found more than ten bodies in the main attraction. I've heard from some of the workers that they have counted up to twenty bodies scattered through the biggest haunted house -still counting. They don't have any suspects so far, nor do they have any camera footage."

She fucked a serial killer.

She knows it's horrible, clenching her thighs as that ache returns between her legs. People actually died, and here she was, thinking about the way his rough hands felt on her body, ravishing her.

She shudders softly at the memory, blinking profusely before switching the channel. She turns on an old rerun of some random show, watching it for a short period of time, when suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She gets this odd feeling, almost unsettling but comforting at the same time.

It's almost like she's being watched

Her eyes dart around the living room, addressing the space as she tries to figure out the source of this feeling. She comes up empty-handed, but her eyes land on her front door.

She stares at the white door, her eye drifting down towards the unlocked knob, hoping that someone would walk through.

Matt watches as the girl stumbles out of the room, his eyes full of never-ending hunger. He knew after this, she was his. There was no way he was letting her go so easily.

His attention was soon drawn to a small shuffling sound coming from the closet. He smirks and walks over, his footsteps sounding like thunder due to his boots. He opens the closet doors and comes face to face with Chris, his mask still covering his face as he looks down shyly.

Matt says nothing as he looks him up and down, his eyes noticing a small wet spot near the younger boy's crotch. Matt smirks, his voice now taunting,

"You liked watching? You always did."

Chris whimpers softly, craning his neck downward in submission toward his older brother.

Matt chuckles and goes to poke fun at him, but stops when Chris slowly holds up the purse. It was tan and woven to look like a basket, the details intricate.

"What is that?''

Chris haphazardly goes through the small basket-like purse, rummaging for a few seconds before pulling out a wallet. He drops the purse and opens up the wallet, pulling out an ID, and holds it out to Matt. Matt eyes the plastic before snatching it out of his hand and looking down at it.

It was her ID.

He looks back at Chris who is already looking at him with hopeful eyes. Matt harshly pats him on the back, his way of showing thanks and affection.

"Good job...Lets finish up here, and then we'll talk about you having your turn with Dollface."

[animeshotsh]

Control | Various x Overlord!Makima!Reader

Notes: Reader has the same powers as Makima from Chainsaw Man. Im leaving a link here in case you want to read about them in deep detail.

Warnings: HH violence - Cursing - Blood -

When a soul falls down to hell no one takes notice of it. You were lowkey thankful for it, your clothes the same ones as the one you had died were dity with mud and blood. Your white shirt was ruined, your black coat had holes on it.

Thats a magnificent disaster

You never expected you would be stabed in the back by one coworker, and that would be the cause of your death. But your greed was big and so was theirs so you were sure you were going to meet them down here soon.

As impressive as this was you were not under panic, maybe having to watch your back 24/7 when you were alive had helped to it.

In that dark alley you stood considering your choices when a small creature with horns appear, it showed a knife at you and jumped.

You moved your head to the side "is this a demon?" You wondered swiftly avoiding its attack. Then like instinct you raised your arm, your fingers like a gun, pointing at the demon.

"Bam" you whispered and soon the chest of the demon exploted. You looked at your fingers then at the corpse a few meters away a sadistic smile forming.

"I wonder what more I can do"

~���~☆~☆~☆

In no time you got a name for yourself, The Control Demon. A Demon who could force others to make contracts with them, a demon who could use the power of the demons who they had a contract with.

Manipulation was your middle name. Overlords respected you and some feared you.

~☆~~☆~☆~☆

Carmilla was always wary around you, knowing your power. Her angel weapons were in reach whenever you attended a meeting. She could see behind that fake smile and eyes.

~☆~☆~☆

Zestial was amazed by your power. He knew he was strong and heavens you were stronger. He would start conversations with you only to try and get on your good side.

~☆~☆~☆

Rosie loved you, she knew you could put all the cannibal town against her but that was just amazing in her eyes, not to say, you using other overlord powers was something to enjoy.

Something she got to know was that you could force a sinner to say a name and by moving your hand that one named would explote.

~☆~☆~☆

Alastor was...well he was interested. He wanted to know if you could get him out of his own contact but then again for that he would have to confess that he had a leash on. Something he did not want to do at all.

~☆~☆~☆~

When Charlie first meet you she was...scared. Listening to your name being told and the stories....but she was sure something good was in everybody so of course she opened her hotel doors for you. Even if you were only there to see the place.

~☆~☆~☆

Vaggie straight up hated you. If Alastor was a pest then you were worse. She did not want nothing to do with you. But she also knew she was no competition against you. Specially after seeing your spiral eyes as you moved away her weapon.

"Please, at least learn how to proper use it, angel"

~☆~☆~☆~

Lucifer was charmed!!

Yes the king of hell fell for your sweet words and compliments like a young fella.

"Your majesty its a pleassure to meet the one who rules in here" You said bowing towards the short king who was suprised by your polite self.

You ended showing him the place after Alastor killed the other sinners and told him sweet nothings about hell and him. How you always have wanted to meet him (no). And he ate all up.

That night Lucifer ended on his bed blushing hard thinking about you.

~☆~☆~☆

Vox had tried to follow you only to end with a panic attack as he saw your spiral eyes staring back at him from one monitor.

"Its not polite to spy you know"

And now Vox has nightmares of you.

[koodiie]

Hello, I hope ur having a nice day :)))

Im here to request a Thomas x m! Reader.

Thomas is in the middle of butchering a victim when reader enters and distracts him. If you don’t mind, a make out session. Alternatively, you can replace it with a bunch of hugs and soft kisses!

Thank youuu

: ̗̀➛ Are you busy?

Thomas Hewitt x male reader

CW : FEM ALIGNED DNI, kissing, attempt at writing a make out session, no graphic depiction of the victim

Author's note : I'm having a wonderful day and I hope you do too!! my mind went wild with this one! thanks for the request!! I tried my best but I wrote it on no sleep so i'm sorry if it's bad!!!

This particular afternoon, you knew Thomas was busy, you could clearly hear it, the noise from the chainsaw could be heard from the shed and the sight must not be pretty at all. The screams were still ringing in your ears as you slowly approached him, the sound getting clearer and the smell of blood was burning your nose.

You could see him standing in front of the table, holding the chainsaw, "Thomas?" you called out to him, opening the door as you focused your eyes on your partner and not on the gruesome sight that once was another human being, another victim. "Are you busy?" He could clearly hear the grin in your voice as you knew that he was, indeed, busy. Thomas grunted but didn't turn his head toward you, telling you silently that he was listening.

"It's too hot in here, I don't want you overworking yourself, you know? Please, come inside?" You slowly asked him as you walked to stand in front of the table. A sigh left his lips as he turned toward you after some times, putting down the chainsaw on the side of the table that wasn't occupied by he rests of the victim. Thomas knew that no one was going to steal his chainsaw anyway, the only person capable of doing so was currently on the table emptying themselves of their blood.

You couldn't help but smile as he followed you to the house, Thomas knew you had an idea behind your head, he knew you enough to see that. When you finally set foot in your share room, you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. "It's been some time since the last moment we shared together, alone without anyone else disturbing us, don't you think?"

You looked at him and he sighed again, this time out of relief as his hand left his sides to come hold your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him. Not caring about the blood on his clothes, you left him to remove his mask, not wanting to overstep by any means. He had some troubles in the past with removing his mask in front of you but this was long dealt with, he did it on his own as you never stepped over the line and left him to come up to you by himself.

Thomas slowly left his hands roaming you body as they slowly reached you face, holding it closer for him to finally kiss you. Having his lips on yours was always such a good feeling to you. You couldn't help but gently ask permission with your tongue to enter his mouth, Thomas groaned into the kiss at the feeling and let you do it. Your mouth didn't leave his when he grabbed you by the hips and pinned you to the wall.

You forgot about the dead body in the shed, about his family and the way they despised you for being a man in a relationship with Thomas, about the time and the hot weather as you lost yourself into the kiss. Playing with his tongue as if you were trying to win over the other, it felt like it had been years since you last kissed each other. It was incredible, Thomas was incredible, you loved him so much it almost made you fall as you felt your knees weaken under you.

Thomas grabbed you again as to avoid letting you hurt yourself and you unfortunately had to part with him as you both were out of breath.

"You're so good to me, Thomas."

He nodded at your words as he caressed your hips, he was happy with you and he hoped it would stay like this for some times if not forever.

[lolitastories]

This Is Mine

Rafe Cameron

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

“Do you think she looks like me?” I look up from our lunch towards Rafe holding our daughter beside his face and smiling.

“No, thankfully.” I bluntly say as I try to hold back a laugh. “She looks like her real dad.” I shrug as I take a piece of chicken and stuff it in my mouth. I almost choked seeing the infamous Rafe Cameron stare, he didn’t like what I had just said.

“I know you are lying but if that were true, I wouldn’t care.” He pulls our girl closer and gives her a big kiss on her lovable chubby cheeks. “I am here; she is mine.” How could I make fun of that? As I look at them in awe the air around us changes. He stood up and placed her on the highchair. Making sure she was secure he pulled his chair around and closer to mine. My posture straightened and I could no longer remember how to breathe properly. I tried to ignore his antics of staring at me until I turned and gave him some attention but as soon as I felt his hands on mine, I was met with his blue eyes. “I know we have a deal set between us about what this was but,” I wish my eyes could translate why my heart was beating so fast, so maybe the next words that came out of his mouth would allow me to say what I felt. “We need to talk about it again.” His calm demeanor was something not many people saw, maybe this was the time to talk about it again.

“Okay.” His eyes widened in surprise. His head turns like a little puppy wondering if he heard correctly. “But not here,”

“Right.” He nods. “I will get the car.” I couldn’t ignore how excitedly he jumped out his chair and rushed towards the parking lot. When I looked back, I saw our daughter's head turned towards the direction her father had just gone in.

“Why does he get both things huh?” I ask her in a sweet voice. Her head turns towards my voice and a growing smile appears. “You look like your daddy, and you are obviously obsessed with him,” She giggled like she knew what I was talking about. “Who can blame you?’ I let out a sigh in defeat.

“Here you go ma’am. Have a nice day.” The waitress smiles as she hands me Rafe's card. He must have paid on his way out.

“Thank you, you too.” I put the card in my purse and grabbed our daughter. As we walked towards the parking lot I couldn’t help but admire Rafe. When I left home one thing, I was worried about was doing this by myself. Don’t get me wrong I could handle things from a hammer to a chainsaw, but it didn’t mean I wanted to. I had men in my family who were always there but here? If Rafe hadn’t showed up I would have lost all my will power. Tell me if it's bad but I enjoy watching men do things for me and especially Rafe. Like when he comes around the house he notices little things and gets to fixing it. How just him backing up the truck to pick me and our daughter up so we don’t walk down the long parking lot was admirable. How good he looks in his truck, how good it was to call him my baby’s father.

“Ready?” He smiles from the driver's seat as he places the car in park. He opens the door and gets out rushing towards us. Our baby giggling at his antics and stretching to get a hold of him.

“I will never be able to compete with you huh?” I joke seeing those two so in love with each other. Rafe chuckles. We both move to the back seat and make sure she is secure in her car seat.

“You don’t have to, you know.” He finds my face of confusion as he turns around and shuts the door of our daughter.

“I know.” I say with an uneasy smile. I walked over and checked that she was doing okay through the opened window. I smile seeing her happy with her Paci. When I go to turn around, I feel two hands land on my hip. They carefully circle around my waist, his chest pressed up against my back as he pulls us closer. His chin rests on my right shoulder and my head immediately falls back against his.

“She loves her mommy,” He whispers. I could feel his warm breath hoovering the crook of my neck. “I love her mommy.” I opened my mouth to speak but the only thing that came out was a shaking breath. He starts placing kisses on my shoulder and moves up until he is just below my ear. “We would go crazy without mommy,” Shit. I bit my lip holding back a groan. His hand slowly moves upward. Putting some pressure as it slides over my stomach and my chest. My chest falls heavily when in a split second he gently squeezes my neck and then moves up to grip my chin. He places one last kiss below my ear before he kisses along my jaw, his hand turning my head towards him. My eyes are shut, and I feel his warm breath along my lips as he hoovers above them. “I am going crazy without her kisses,” My hands involuntarily grip his forearm but not to push it away. No, I need to make sure he was here; to release all this feeling he was making me feel.

“Rafe,” My throat felt dry. His hand laid flatly on the middle of my lower stomach. The simple push of his palm had me lightheaded.

“Ready to go home?”

“Uh-huh” I nod dumbly. His one hand on my stomach grips my hip and the other moves to rest on my cheek. He places a quick kiss on my cheek and simply removes himself from me. What the hell just happened? Sure, Rafe has tried to make advances, but it had never landed this far, I had never allowed him to go this far. I turned towards him lost when I opened my eyes.

“Come on,” He smiles. That idiot knew what he had done. He grabs my hand, and I don’t argue as he pulls me around the truck and towards the passenger door. “She needs to nap.” He opens the door and thankfully he helps me in because my legs couldn’t function correctly. Once he places my seatbelt on, he closes the door and rushes to the driver side. My hands stay entwined on my lap and my eyes on the window for the entire car ride.  I had told him what I wanted before our daughter arrived. He could see her and spend time whenever he felt like it. She would live with me but when he chose, she could stay with him. He always chooses to sleep on the couch then put her through discomfort having to adjust to a different setting. When it came to us, I told him we were only friends. He agreed knowing it was too much for us to take in. He started working and expanding his father's company while our daughter wasn’t here yet. I finished college and bought a house, of course with a little help from Rafe.  We were so busy preparing for her that we barely saw each other, other than the ultrasounds and other important baby things. When she was born, we became comfortable with being together, it wasn’t that hard to fall into the rhythm again. But now since our baby is 9 months old it has given us more time together. When she is preoccupied with her toys or taking a nap, she leaves us with having to talk to each other. It felt good having him around. It almost felt like before, when we were dating. “Are you expecting company?” I started to shake my head but freeze when I saw a familiar truck in the driveway.

“Rafe?” I whisper. He hums in response. “No questions asked,” I begin. “Can we go to your house?” I look at him with pleading eyes. Thankfully he only nodded and continued driving down the road. I let out a sigh and turned in my seat to face him. “Seems like my family is in town.” I watched as his jaw tensed and his fingers gripped the steering wheel.

“You said-”

“I know what I said.” I interrupted him. “They aren’t bad people Rafe they are-they have changed.” I let out. I slouch back down on the seat. “They love me, we just didn’t show it.”

“To you” He bluntly said. “You told me how they excluded you. How they belittle you and how you feel unseen and judged by them, how is that love?” His voice was rising with each word.

“You don’t understand Rafe.”

“¿Really?! I don’t understand what an unloving family is?” My lips fall silent. “I know you care too much for them to see their faults, but you can’t go back to the person you once were when you arrived on the island.”

“Am not Rafe.” I grab his hand in mine and give it a gentle squeeze. “Back then I held too much back, and it caused years of built-up feelings but you have helped me, she has helped me.” I look back and see her small feet playfully hit the seat. “I don’t need their validation, but I can’t keep her away from meeting her family.” Rafe lets out a frustrated sigh coming to terms with my words.

“I don’t want-”

“They won’t.” I know he was scared of what they might say and what their words will cause in me. I don’t mention it much, but we had a fight, it was the first and only. I mentioned my father's words against him and Rafe took it like those words were the reason I chose to stay away from him and primarily not want to be with him. I explained it wasn’t the case, and we let it go, at least I did. “I know what I have and what I want. They don’t decide in my life anymore and when it comes to our daughter, we won’t allow even a simple word to cause her harm”

“I respect your choice, and I will be right there with you.” He whispers. I looked around seeing how we made it to his house. It was a two story, white, near the water, glass everywhere, just like I remember. We stayed silent until our little monster started fussing. “Let's get her to bed” I slightly chuckle and nod my head. I took my time going into his house. I watched as he got her out of his truck and walked up stairs to put her to nap. I finished eyeing everything in the living room before my feet were dragging me up the stairs. When I turned the corner, I saw Rafe leaning against the doorway and just looking into the room. “Sorry, she is-I, I just love looking at her sleep.” I nod honestly not caring much for his words. It made my heart melt, but my body and mind were being filled by other things. I grab on to his hand and pull him away from the door. “She must have been very tired because she fell right to sleep.” His words were thrown straight out the window. He continued talking while he followed as I was leading him towards his bedroom.  “I love that she has your eyes-” His mouth rapidly closed when I pushed him towards the bed and made him sit on the end of his bed.

“Thank you for being patient with me.” I whisper as I walk to stand in between his legs. His head slowly moves up to look at me. “I have done something thinking in private.” I innocently say. I move my hands up to unbutton my blouse.  “And I think we have spent enough time apart and I can’t bear it any longer,” Rafe grabs onto my hips and I straddle him.

“I’ve been thinking the same damn thing.” He didn’t waste any time pulling down the string strap of my tank top down and griping the flesh of my breast. “You know how hard it has been to be near you and not have you the past 16 months?” I groan as he pulls forward and takes a mouth full of my breast.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you- oh fuck” I groan. My hips moving is rhythm, grinding down on him. “If you choose-” I let another groan but this time it was of frustration.

“Did you?” As he said that he gripped the front of my top and pulled it down with force. I shake my head rapidly. “Good. Because you feel the same thing I feel.” His big hands grip the side of my face pulling me closer. “We only and will ever just need each other.” It was like following a light. “Right?” He grins slowly nodding and I was in a trance as I began to nod too. He smashes his lips on mine and eager I take a fist pull of his shirt. Our mouths danced together and spoke about how much they have missed each other.

“Rafe” I moaned. I continued to grind my hips against him, I could feel him growing bigger. His tongue slipped in, and he began to explore.

“Tell me you missed me?” He said pulling apart but only to flip us around, so he was now on top of me. His finger urgently removed the hair that had fallen on my face.

“I’ve missed you so much Rafe.” I take my time to touch his face. My fingers outlining his lips, “I’ve missed your lips,” I move up his eyes. “How I missed seeing your eyes so close,” My finger slowly moved down his face and down his chest. “I missed how you feel when you hold me,” A small groan escapes his lips when my hand slips past his waistline and into his boxers. “When you’re in me?” I tease.

“Baby we got less than 20 minutes before she wakes up,” Rafe closes his eyes. He lets his head fall in the crook of my neck.

“Lost your talent of making me cum in less than 5 minutes?” His head rises and I give him a challenging look.

“That's not something you can just unlearn,” I bit my lip holding back a smile. “I just want this to be special,” Too much talking. I wrap my fingers around his cock and slowly with pressure start stroking him.

“Rafe we will have other occasions to take our time but right now I need you to fuck me, okay?” I see him nod eagerly. He moves to take my hand away and he sits up.

  “I will not agree to 5 minutes,” he said in a stern voice as he took his pants off. “I will use those 20 minutes wisely.” He moves on to remove my pants and my panties along with them. I watch him move his hand down and begin stroking his cock. I wanted nothing more than to wrap my mouth around him. Feel as his length and width stretched my mouth. Circle my tongue around his red leaking tip and suck everything he had in him.

“Baby,” I whine. I spread my legs and lifted my hips a little, unable to control myself. I needed him “Please?” Having him look down on me as I shamefully scoot slowly closer to him, begging for him, it almost causes tears to fill my eyes.

“Fuck, my love, let me enjoy this view a little longer.” I throw my head back feeling his hand move to feel my clit. I moan loving how his long finger glides through it.

“Rafe?!” I let out a cry for the loss of his fingers. I look up and see a grin on his face as he uses my juices to lube his cock some more. “Please fuck me or I swear to god I wi-”

“You will what?!” I stay quiet feeling him slowly lower his whole body over me. One hand holding him up, so he doesn’t crush me as the other one is moving his tip along my clit. “You won’t do nothing, I will remind you how cock drunk I made you that you couldn’t even remember how to breathe,” I was going to let a certain F work slip out until I felt my walls split open. His cock slowly and dreadfully moved it until he could no longer. “Feel that?” I flinched when he pressed his palm on my lower stomach. I let out a moan as he begins to slip out, my walls tightening around him. “Feels so fucking good,” He groans as falls into a steady rhythm. Slowly moving faster and faster.

“Rafe!” I moaned but his hand quickly moved to quiet me. One hand on my mouth while the other pushes my hip down to meet his.

“Shhh.” He whispers in my ear before moving down towards my chest and circling my nipple. He bites it and pulls it with his teeth creating and even more immense pleasure over my body. He lets go but continues his attack on the other. His thrust hitting my pelvis made my eyes roll to the back of my head. My groans and moans silence by his hand. “Fuck,” He grunts. “So desperate to have my cock in you that you allowed me to go in raw-” Shit his words alone could make me cum. “Didn’t even think of the possibility of having another baby be created right here? right now? huh” My eyes widened at the realization. “It's too late for that now. I’m too addicted to this pussy and how well it is tightening around me to put on a fucking condom” I grip him hand and try to push it down. He moves upwards to be on my eyes level, and he continues to fuck into me with ease. He shakes his head ignoring my plea to remove his hand. “Don’t you want another piece of me and you?” He taunts lovingly. “We are doing great with the first one. Why not add another to our family?” He sees my eyes contemplating it. His hip starts making long but harsher strides. I could feel our juices spilling out of me. “What do you say?” My mouth was dry. His tip was hitting just the perfect spot making my mind become a haze.

“I-” I was unable to let out a word. I felt the coil in my stomach tighten. My legs lock arm his waist pulling him closer.

“Tell me you want to make me a daddy again.” I threw my head back knowing it was a decision to be made in the right mind but as I nod, they only thing my mind had in it was how good he was fucking me right now. “Tell me” He grips my chin making me face him.

“I want to have your baby, please” He smiles in victory. Pulls us closer to meet his lips, not letting go as we moan into each other's mouths. My nails digging into his back as mine arches to take everything he was willing to give. We cum as we held each other close.

“Fuck-me,” He groans falling to his side and taking me with him. My head falls into his chest as we both try to regain our breaths.

“Again?” I whisper with a laugh.

“Honey you just have to say the word,” I look up, finding him already staring down at me.

“Our daughter will be up soon so no” I push him away playfully and move to stand but of course Rafe wouldn’t allow that.

“Let her tell us when she is awake,” I fall back into his arms. One of his hands removed tracing my face. “Can give us time to really talk about this.” I groaned a bit but understood it needed to be done. I met his eyes, and I began to talk.

“I am really grateful you were so patient with me. I know it wasn’t easy, but I needed this time.” He nods as he continues to listen. “My feelings for you never changed but I needed to do what was right for her. I needed to know you were in it for the long run and eventually when I saw that I was worried bringing us back would ruin that.” We ran so well as co-parents. “But seeing my family today and you taking it so calmly I understood that no matter what happens between us we are always going to do what's best for her.”

“And her” I furrowed my brows in confusion until he slid his hand over my stomach.

“Stop,” I laughed, pushing his hand off. As our laughs quiet I look towards him again. “So, if you will still take me, I want to continue, us” I couldn’t tell you how my breath was stuck in the middle of my throat until a smile started to appear on his face.

“Of course, I would want nothing more than to have you. You and our daughter are all I need.” He grabs my face and pulls us closer but doesn’t connect our lips just yet. “And our other future daughter” I roll my eyes, letting him have that one.  His kiss is sweet and slow. Two souls who were separated for too long. I enjoyed the warmth of his lips until we heard something hit the floor.

“What the hell?!” Rafe moved faster than me as he put on his boxer and rushed out the door. I followed him when I threw on his shirt, only to find him picking up a broom. “Must have slipped down the wall.” He shrugs, placing the broom against the wall again, men. I shake my head and turn to check where our daughter was sleeping.

“She's awake?” I felt Rafe's presence behind me as he looked over my head.

“Yep.” He simply said as he walked right by me. I walk closer to see her with her Paci and her looking up at the projected animal in the ceiling.

“She always cries when she wakes up” We both lean and see how peaceful she was in her crib.

“She knew daddy desperately needed time with mommy” he said in a baby voice which made me hit his arm. He laughs walking towards the bathroom. I hear the water running and when he comes back, he picks her up. “Want something to eat?” I nod.

“Pick out something while I take a shower.” I wave goodbye to my girl but of course she is too busy staring at her father.

“Take out? Same as usual?” He says as we both walk out the room.

“Same as always.” He smiles rushing downstairs. He was my always now. When I enter his room, I grab a new shirt and one of his boxers. As I turn on the water I hear my phone ping,

“Grandmother couldn’t keep it shut and had to brag she met her great granddaughter.” Fuck. As I go to respond another text comes through. “We will be there at 10” Double fuck.

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Flufftober Day 12: "This is Spooky..." "Really?"

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A/N: hi, going back to my roots a bit here lol i thought about him explaining the behind the scenes magic of a horror movie and i needed to write it immediately. I also don’t remember a lot about Alien, I only saw it once so if my descriptions of the movie are wrong, I apologize lmao- mod ghost

Ship: Spencer Reid x GN! Reader

Summary: horror movie marathon with Spencer! 

You and Spencer had an idea to do a horror movie marathon of sorts, a movie a day for all of October and then as many movies as you could in a row on Halloween itself. Most of them had been slashers, like Scream or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but today’s movie was Alien, and that wasn’t exactly something you were excited for. You could handle it if it was just some guy in a mask running around slicing and dicing, but stuff like this scared you a lot and you weren’t sure why. You didn’t want to tell that to Spencer, though; he was excited about watching these with you, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin it for him. After all, Halloween was both of your favorite holidays. 

You had the living room of his apartment all set up for tonight’s movie so you could start watching it when he got home from work. You spread some snacks on the coffee table and pushed the few throw pillows he had to the side to make room for the two of you to sit. Before you knew it, he was bustling through the door.

“Hey, I‘m home! Are you in here?” he called, untying his converse before kicking them off by the door.

“Yeah, I’m over here! Ready to watch the movie?” You exclaimed as you turned around, hugging him when he came closer and wrapped an arm around your waist. Spence nodded eagerly. “Yeah, lemme just put my bag away and take a quick shower.” He kissed your forehead before he pulled away to take the time to settle in. While he was showering, you changed into Halloween themed pajamas that were decorated with small pumpkins and bats that matched Spence’s before settling onto the couch to wait for him. Once he was out of the shower, he joined you under the funky patterned blanket that he usually kept draped over the back of the couch and turned the movie on. As it progressed, you couldn’t help the minute reactions you were having, gripping him a little tighter and curling closer to his side each time the xenomorph would appear. Eventually, about halfway through, you finally spoke up. “This is spooky…” “Really? It’s just a guy in a costume, going around hissing at people on a set.” “I guess I’m just creeped out by the idea that they’re stuck in space with that thing. Intelligent life could be out there, or it could be hostile. Like…that.” You gesture at the screen with your arm as the creature ate through one of the Nostromo survivors. “I mean, I’m around scarier guys than that all day every day.” He shrugs, seemingly unphased by the gore.

“Does that mean you can protect me?” You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. “Of course, but I could also tell you about all the behind the scenes stuff so it sort of takes away from all the spoooookiness.” Spence wiggled his fingers in front of your face as he spoke, making you laugh. “Okay, that actually sounds like it’d help a lot…thank you.” You smiled fondly up at him before he started to ramble on about how they were able to make the cat hiss when they wanted him to, among other things which definitely took away from the spookiness of the movie. You could listen to him talk for hours uninterrupted, especially about things he was passionate about. It was one of the many things you loved about him, so you really ended up watching him more than the movie as he yapped away and moved his hands about. 

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I loved your last yandere slasher post! I’m wondering if I could request a yandere Thomas Hewitt prompt? It can be anything!! I just love the way you write his character :) thank you have a great day!!!

Yandere! Thomas Hewitt Meeting Reader

Yandere! Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Warnings: Death of friends, yandere behavior, being held captive

A/N: Thank you so much! I decided to write this as a headcanon since I had a dozen thoughts bouncing through my head at this. I hope you like it!

A road trip with your buddies seemed like the best way to spend summer

And it was all such a blast until you found yourselves in the middle of nowhere

Your friend's car had broken down in the worst place imaginable

You all weren't quite cut out for this southern heat, and no a/c seemed like a dire situation

After 15 minutes of wandering, you all managed to find a house

One of your friends decided to go in when they noticed the door slightly ajar

You all just needed a phone and a break from the sun

But after several minutes and no update, you all started to get worried

The rest of you headed inside to see what was going on, and it only took a couple minutes before all hell broke loose

You all stupidly broke apart to make the search go faster, and now all you could hear were screams and a chainsaw revving upstairs

You could have just left, but you knew that helping your friends was more important

You ran up and yelled for them, but it was no use

Your friends were laying in a bloody pool by the time you found them

With a scream, you turned to head back downstairs only to run straight into a large body

Your screams quickly died in your throat at the sight of the largest man you've ever seen

He stared down at you through his freshly bloodied mask

You could feel your body deflate as you realized you were just going to end up like your friends

You murmured out out an "I'm sorry" to God knows who as you accepted your fate

However, nothing happened

Thomas just kept looking at you, his head tilted slightly with wide eyes

No one has ever apologized for trespassing before

And none of the people who came by ever looked quite like you either

Your teary eyes and grimace made Thomas feel something he had never felt before

Attraction

Not that he knew what that was right then

All he knew was that he liked the feeling and didn't want it to go away

Which is why he found it perfectly logical to lift you up and swing you over his shoulder, taking you to his room

You started crying at this, not sure what was going to happen, but Thomas just stroked your back

You'll learn to like it here

He's sure of it

The family would love you either way

You were just too perfect to let go

He needed to keep you

And he's going to make certain that you won't ever leave

[notiddygothgf]

SEX IS FREE (her)

★ pairings: nanami kento x f! reader

★ synopsis: In the search for solace, Nanami stumbles right into the arms of an exotic dancer. In the search for money, an exotic dancer finds more than she bargained for. In the heat of the moment, a contractual relationship turns into something more. (or; the one where sugar daddy!nanami is sweet on his girl)

★ c.w.: nanami being sexy asf, suggestive content, mentions of sex (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: HIIIIII omg so i can explain the hiatus lol.... it was totally unintentional. i wound up getting super depressed over school and then fell into a chainsaw man hyperfixation (read shameless, its an aki ff i wrote youll love it). I FINALLY PICKED THIS STORY UP AGAIN because for some reason it's been getting a lot of attention recently??? lol anyway! your comments inspired me to continue writing it (though i cant promise that i'll update quickly, i AM a full time student so #bepatientwithme).

I was salivating over Nanami in this chapter if you couldnt tell lol.... but enjoy!!! keep those comments coming! who knows, maybe i have another chapter stored away and will update a little earlier....... x

★ w.c.; 5.6k

my kinda love; chapter index

‘AND I’M BAD LIKE THE BARBIE. I’m a doll, but I still wanna party,’

“Donnie, baby, you in there?”

“Yeah!” You called back, loud enough for your coworker to hear through the door. You pressed the tube of red lipstick against your bottom lip, peering into the mirror, filling in the outline you had done in black. When you didn’t receive an immediate answer, you continued humming along to the song playing quietly from your phone. “Pink vette like I’m ready to bend. ‘Imma ten so I’m pullin a ken, likeee.”

Your coworker entered the dressing room – you were the only one there. Most of the other girls from the afternoon shift had gone home already. 

“Some dude wants to rent you,” She told you. 

“No. I don’t do private rooms,” You replied without even looking back. You knew who she was. You weren’t the biggest fan. “I’m good, Mandy.”

“He asked specifically for you,” She added. “Offered a lotta money, too. Helluva lot more than we normally charge.”

You froze up at that. Initially, your first thought was to send her off a second time. Then, you thought of her running off with your money. 

“Is he one of them greasy, sleazy old guys?” You asked. It was wild, how quickly you perked up when you heard that. “Last guy was throwin’ himself onto me. I should’ve filed a police report.”

“Oh, stop your ‘bitchin,” The girl sighed. “He’s paying 200 just to see your ass.”

If you had a tail, it would have started wagging. 

What? A girl had bills to pay. “So he is a greasy old pervert.”

“No, actually. He’s a fine, young thing. Well, not young, but younger than most of the guys we usually get back here,” She trailed off in thought. You watched her body move in the corner of the mirror. “Sexy as hell. Serious, businessman type. Tall, blond, handsome, a jawline that could cut paper,” here, she bent over, leaning over you and muttering the next words into your ear, “I could always take him off your hands, y’know.”

“As if,” You replied. Spinning the chair back around, you got up. “Better not be expecting nothing extravagant. I’m considering this overtime.”

With a deep breath, standing in front of the cherry red door, your heart began to pound against you chest. It was some strange mixture of nerves and excitement you felt as you raised your hand to knock. 

Here goes nothing. You reached for the doorknob and entered the private room, turning back only to lock it behind you. 

“Special delivery!” you crooned, trying to embody a playful tone to mask the jittery feeling within. When you turned around to face the client, you were caught by surprise. 

Your wide eyes traced over a familiar silhouette – broad shoulders, perfectly-fitted, navy blue two-piece suit that clung to his large arms, and matching slacks that clung to his legs – his widespread, casual position hinted at sophistication. A pretty, sharp, angular face framed by neatly-cropped blond hair. A tasteful timepiece on his wrist caught your eye. 

Narrow eyes obscured by peculiar glasses, chiseled cheekbones and jawline. His blond hair – framing his apricot skin – was done up carefully, perfectly, sweeping over his head like a ray of sunlight. You recognized him by his signature scowl.

He came back for more?

You liked your lips, trying to play it cool (like you hadn’t been waiting for him to come back). “Oh, hey, it’s you again,” you said with a smirk. Strutting over to him, you cooed, “Couldn’t stay away?”

He’s so fucking hot.

Though his response wasn’t verbal, the pink hue that dusted his face was not lost on you. You swayed your hips from side to side. “Can you give me somethin’ to work with? I don’t usually do these rooms, you know.”

The devastatingly handsome man swallowed, fixing his gaze on the door – the one you had locked on the way in. As you worked your way between his legs, teasingly dragging your hands up and down your body, his gaze wandered back to you. Shamelessly, you reveled in the attention – studying his reaction.

You could smell his cologne from here – again – and, shit, it made your head spin all over again. The warm notes lingered beneath the collar of his dress shirt. Amber. Wood. Musk. Something dark?

“So I’ve heard,” The man replied, finally breaking his silence. His voice was a revelation – deep, mellow, and smooth, carrying a certain tone of weariness that seemed to add to his enigmatic charm. Charm? Yes, you supposed he charmed you.

He loosened his tie and undid the top button on his shirt to let some fresh air in. The action drew your attention to his neck, provoking you to take a moment to appreciate the details your coworker had emphasized: Tall, blond, with a jawline that could indeed cut paper.

You were wretched. You had to have been. This is so wrong.

“You seem tense,” You remark, making your second attempt at breaking the ice. “You’re new to the scene, aren’t you?”

The handsome stranger – Nanami, if you remembered correctly – licked his lips, drawing mindless shapes over the deep-toned fabric that covered his knee. “Is it that obvious?” he asks, a faint smile playing on his lips.

The movement did not go unnoticed.

“A little,” You huffed out a quiet laugh. “Do you want a dance? We could just sit and chat, too, if you want. I don’t mind. I know your type tend’ta like talking.”

You couldn’t control the way your eyes flitted down over his toned thighs – mind hazy with unwelcome thoughts. The temptation to crawl into his lap a second time was strong, but you reminded yourself of the situation – he was your roommate’s teacher, for fuck’s sake. Your roommate’s handsome… muscular… expensive-looking teacher… with a deep, sexy voice that you could hardly resist.

You must have been ovulating. That was the only excuse.

“I won’t make you put on a show for me,” Nobara’s professor trailed off, eyes distant, clearly lost in thought. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, pretty brown eyes peering into yours – they looked so dark up close. “As crazy as it sounds, I only wanted to speak to you.”

Your sultry facade cracked a bit at that, surprised by the sudden turn of the conversation. From your experience, men usually came here with only one thing in mind. He wanted to talk… to you. Oh my god.

You nearly squealed. Clearing your throat and pressing your legs together, you turned to hide your flustered face from the older man. “Alright,” you said. “You have 30 minutes.”  Plopping down on the couch next to him, you threw your legs over his lap. “What’s your name, handsome stranger?”

You already knew his name. Still, to keep up appearances, you played coy with him. You knew that, reasonably, there was no reason you should be continuing to entertain him — financial commpensation aside, though you could always reimburse him. You should have turned back the moment you realized it was him.

Then again… he had come to see you. It wasn’t like he knew you were his student’s roommate, but that was besides the point. That alone was moral justification enough for you.

The stiff man had his eyes trained on the spot where your legs had been thrown haphazardly over his. Then, nervously, he answered, “Nanami. Kento.”

Kento. You liked that name. It rolled off the tongue real easy — a buttery smooth name for a man as composed as him.

“Nice to meet you Nanami… Kento,” You chipped, mimicking his prose. “Donetta DiVine. I’m sure you already knew that, though. Do you wanna start, or should I?”

Nanami Kento knitted his brows. “Start…?”

You rolled your eyes rather playfully, giving his leg a nudge with your heel. You had ditched the stage platforms for a smaller pair of stilettos. “What do you do for a living?” 

He licked his lips. After a brief pause, he answered, “I can’t really say, but I teach on the side.”

“Ooh— mysterious…” You grinned. Leaning into the couch, you braced your chin on your hand, staring into his eyes. It didn’t take much effort to play the role of the ‘interested’ siren like it normally did. Not with him. “You already know what I do,” You added, “You look tired.”

His brown eyes widened with surprise.

Shit, I overstepped.

You took your statement back quickly, “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, it’s not—“ He trailed off. Something in his harsh expression softened. “You’re right. Just the first person to notice.”

If your attraction to the man had been any more obvious, you would’ve been waving a sign around with his name on it.

“Really? You’ve got such tired eyes,” You continued anyway. You figured you would at least try to make the most of this half hour with him. “Wanna talk about it?”

He sighed, “Where would I even begin?”

“Your week?” You answered, making a rolling gesture with your spare hand. “How… how was it?”

He looked equal parts confused and intrigued by you, quirking a perfecftly arched brow before clearing his throat. “My week was alright. I started work again after taking a leave of absence for a few months.”

“No kidding…” You trailed off. It didn’t take much to make your interested tone seem real, as you felt nothing but the most genuine sense of interest while listening to him drone on in that deep, raspy voice of his. You could have listened to it for hours. “What happened?”

Something flashed in his eyes. It was quick, fleeting – you almost missed it. “Workplace injury,” He sighed. “If it’s alright, I’d rather not go into detail about it.”

This guy’s like a brick wall.

“Did you heal up okay?” You asked, eyes wide and prying.

He didn’t seem to mind you much. That was a good sign.

“Had to undergo some minor surgery but, yes, I’m fine. Thank you for asking,” He smiled, actually smiled, and it made your chest stir with something unfamiliar. He was devastatingly handsome – the kind of handsome you kept in a little locket in your pocket when you went to war, or something like that. “My bosses have been pressuring me to come back ever since I left. One superior of mine in particular… has been a nuisance. I was under the impression that sick leave was supposed to be a period of peace… but I guess I thought wrong.”

You laughed at his attempt at humor. It came easily to you. Too easily. “I know how you feel. I busted my ass a few months ago. Twisted my ankle real bad,” You raised your leg off of his lap, twirling your stiletto heel around in the air, cutting through it like a knife. “These things are deadly. Boss gave me a solid two days before he started blowing up my phone asking when I was going to be back. It’s like… can you let me live?”

He laughed, then – really laughed, the kind that made his chest rumble, head thrown back against the cushiony couch. And as he released the melodious sound that made your head spin, his eyes creased at the corners. The experience gap between the two you couldn’t have been more apparent. He was a grown man, hardened by years of trials and tribulations – a mysterious one, at that. And there you were, a naive little dancer with your legs strewn over his lap like he was a partner and not a client. He seemed so wise beyond his years, something only accentuated by the tiredness in his eyes. You longed to hear him drone on about his life a little longer, 30 minutes be damned.

“My superior and I actually went to highschool together. He’s been up my ass as long as I can remember,” He hummed, licking his lips, and you followed the path of his tongue as it wet the skin like a hungry feline.

“Which superior?” You asked, mindlessly picking at the fabric of the velour couch beneath you. “The one you were here with last time? With the white hair?”

When the man knit his brows together, you froze up. Shit. I just gave myself away.

There was a brief, tense pause, during which you tried to focus on the music playing from the speakers, the jazzy tune, the faint remnants of a song playing in the showroom outside and up the hall, the wallpaper – anything but him. 

“Yes, that would be him,” He answered, finally. He seemed to be… intrigued by you. Yes, that’s what it was – his half-lidded amber gaze lingered on your face for a moment too long. “You’re very perceptive.”

You cleared your throat. “So, this job of yours… do you like it?”

“I despise it,” He sighed, like he had been waiting his entire life to confess those words. “But, at least, I figure I’m doing something meaningful with my life. You could say I’m a professor on the side.”

I already know that, You thought. Still, he didn’t have to know you knew.

“It’s a demanding job, but I enjoy feeling like I’ve made a difference,” He continued on. “Unfortunately, after the incident, I had to take some time away from the kids to recover.”

“You seem to enjoy teaching,” You answered back, perching your chin on your hand against the back of the couch. 

“Sometimes,” He replied. “Other times, the work can be unbearable,” He looked up, then, pretty brown eyes on yours in a way that had your heart skipping more than a couple of beats. You could practically feel the way they burned right through your extroverted facade, saw past the layers of glitter and scanty clothes and deep into the abyss in your chest. See who you really were. 

It was him who turned to you, then, asking you, “What about you?”

“Me?” You asked, just to make sure you’d heard him correctly. A client? Caring about your experience at work? That was… dizzyingly rare. 

“Yes, you,” He reiterated with the faintest hint of a smile on his lips. “Do you enjoy working here?”

Do I…? You took a moment to consider your answer. You could lie to him – preserve the perfect, sexual image the women in your company were expected to uphold. That was always an option. But, the moment you peered into those all-knowing, tired eyes of his, you found that you didn’t have it in you to lie to him. No, not when he had been so honest with you.

No one’s ever asked me that before.

Before you could catch yourself, the words were already leaving your lips. “Not really, but it pays the bills.”

His eyes softened at that. He didn’t look the least bit upset by your words. If anything, he looked as if he had grown suddenly tender with a sense of understanding. Women didn’t often join your line of work. Not unless they were desperate for money. He seemed mature enough to realize that – to see right past the fantasy you were supposed to paint for him and peer into your eyes like windows into your soul. One look at him, and you knew he didn’t see you as a dancer.

He saw you as a person. As a woman.

You broke the moment with a hum, “Why don’t you keep telling me about your week?” You asked, changing the subject, shifting the conversation back into comfortable territory.

The rest of the half-hour with Nanami flew by like a fleeting dream. He spoke with a quiet ease, his voice low and steady, yet somehow captivating. He complained about the inefficiencies at work—endless meetings that led nowhere, piles of paperwork that seemed to multiply overnight, and colleagues who turned simple tasks into impossible challenges. Yet, when he talked about his students, something in his tone softened, revealing a warmth that made your chest ache. You found yourself asking questions, small ones at first, but each answer drew him out more. The way he spoke—measured, thoughtful, with just the faintest edge of weariness—made you want to listen forever. For someone who seemed so guarded, he had a surprising amount to say, and you realized how much you liked hearing him talk.

You didn’t even notice how much time had passed until a sharp knock interrupted the quiet cocoon of your conversation.

“Donnie? You okay in there? Your 30 was up ten minutes ago.” 

It was your coworker.

“I’m good!” You called back, swinging your legs off of Nanami’s lap, turning to him with an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I completely lost track of time.”

“No, it’s alright. I should have been checking my watch,” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, long fingers combing through the buzzed, blonde strands of his undercut like wind blowing through a field of wheat. Then, after glancing down at his watch, he stood up, cleared his throat, and straightened out his suit jacket. “Thank you for your time.”

You hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch, brows furrowed. “That’s it?”

You had half expected him to extend the time. The conversation was going so well, you had silently found yourself hoping that he would lean over and do something – place his strong hand on your thigh, brush his fingers up your arm, anything. No-touching policy be damned.

You would make an exception for him. Men that fine don’t just grow on trees.

So, trying your best to lure him back in, you kicked one leg over the other, crawling into a sexy pose on the couch. In the most sultry tone you could manage, you breathed, “Is that really all you wanted?”

Please ask me for a lapdance, You found yourself wishing internally. 

He paused, looking back at you like he wasn’t the least bit phased by the sexy pose or the outfit or… well, anything. “Yes, why?”

“Nothing, I don’t know, I just… You spent so much money tonight to be here,” You uttered, suddenly bashful when he was peering down at you like that – he was so much taller than you, a height gap that was only emphasized by your seated position on the couch below him. You imagined you would have to stand on the tips of your toes to be at eye level with his neck, maybe his chin. Mindlessly, you caressed the couch. “I figured you would have at least wanted a lap dance, or something.”

“I’m not going to make you do something that neither of us are interested in doing,” He said, sliding his hands down over his slacks to straighten out the creases that had formed in them where your legs had been resting only a moment earlier. “Sex is free. It’s rare to find someone who’s willing to listen.”

You sat there, stunned into silence, still in that sexy pose on the couch, your body frozen in the aftermath of his words. His calm, unbothered demeanor completely threw you off balance, leaving you scrambling to make sense of what had just happened. Men like him didn’t come in here looking for conversation. They came in here for fantasies, for attention, for touch. But not him. 

“Thank you for everything,” he said softly, bowing his head slightly in a gesture so gentlemanly it made your stomach twist. Then, without another word, he moved to the door, unlocking it with smooth precision. 

You didn’t even have time to gather yourself before he slipped out, leaving you sitting there in your sultry pose, legs crossed, mouth slightly open. The sound of the door closing behind him echoed in the room, final and undeniable.

You blinked, your mind racing, the moment replaying over and over in your head. Did I just get… emotionally blue-balled? 

The thought hit you like a ton of bricks, both incredulous and a little amused at how absurdly fitting it was. You flopped back against the couch, your sultry act forgotten, staring up at the ceiling as the jazzy tune from the speakers drifted lazily through the air.

For the first time, a client had left you feeling something you couldn’t quite put into words. You couldn’t decide if you were more annoyed, intrigued, or just completely thrown off your game.

All you knew was that you wanted more.

DARREN: Hey imu.

DARREN: U busy tn?

YOU: I’m working but I get out early. Y.

DARREN: let me pick u up after work

DARREN: maybe i can help you ease some of that stress.

Darren rolled off of you with a huff and an exhale, proud of himself. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the backside of his elbow, sighing, “That was great. Did you cum?”

“Yeah,” You liked straight through your teeth. Feeling vulnerable, you reached for your shirt and slipped it back on. There was a point in time where the two of you would sleep skin-to-skin after sex. A point in time long ago, of course, but you couldn’t help but reflect. Now, all that was left was a feeling of discomfort where the intimacy used to be. 

He flopped down onto the bed next to you, throwing his arm around your waist. Not moving a muscle, you trained your gaze on the ceiling above, hoping that maybe, if you spent enough time counting the dots in his popcorn ceiling, he would see that you did not, in fact, enjoy the experience. You doubted he would do anything to fix it even if he did know.

52, 53, 54.

You had been counting for the past five minutes – thirty seconds after he had grunted the words, “Let’s do missionary” into your ear before flipping you over. Truthfully, you hadn’t wanted to do missionary. That would mean that he could see you and, more importantly, that you had to look at him. So, to pass time and to avoid his gaze, you looked up at the ceiling, allowing yourself to be carried away by the tides of pleasure that his strokes gave you.

55, 56, 57.

He buried his nose in the crook of your neck, inhaling. “You smell like a man’s cologne.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I work at a strip club.”

With a groan, Darren rolled onto his back, finally putting a comfortable distance between you and him. “Don’t remind me. I’ve been telling you that you’re wasting your talents at a place like that.”

Your jaw tightened. There it was, the same old Darren: judgment wrapped in concern, but laced with the unspoken assumption that he knew what was best for you.

You slipped off the bed, grabbing your phone from the nightstand. The cool floor against your bare feet helped ground you.

Unlocking your phone, you typed a message to Nobara, your roommate: 

Can you come get me? I’m at my ex’s.

The response came almost instantly: 

Girl, r u srs?

Your fingers hovered over the keyboard before you replied: 

I’ll explain later, ik, just pls… I wanna gtfo of here.

Sliding the phone into the pocket of your hoodie, you turned back to Darren. He was staring at the ceiling now, one arm slung across his chest, his fingers idly tapping against his bicep. For a moment, you hesitated. The familiarity of this scene—him in his sweatpants, you in one of his old T-shirts—was a cruel reminder of how things used to be. But you weren’t that girl anymore.

“I think I should go,” you said, breaking the silence.

Darren’s head snapped toward you. “No, wait,” he said, sitting up. His hair was tousled, his expression almost pleading. “Please… I really want you to stay.”

You crossed your arms, keeping your distance. “Why?”

“Because…” He raked a hand through his hair, his voice quieter now. “I don’t know. I thought things were going good between us.”

You blinked, then let out a short, humorless laugh. “Things? Darren, I come here, we have sex, and then I leave. That’s it. That’s all this is.”

“Is that all I am to you?” His voice carried a tinge of desperation, his eyes searching yours.

You tilted your head, studying him. “Or maybe,” you said slowly, “you’re asking if there’s any chance of us getting back together.”

“Yeah.” His voice cracked slightly, and he swallowed hard. “Is there?”

You laughed again, colder this time, shaking your head. “No. There isn’t.”

His jaw clenched, and he looked away for a moment. When he spoke again, his voice was sharp. “That’s not fair. I’ve done so much for you—”

“Done so much?” Your voice rose, and you stepped closer, anger bubbling to the surface. “You don’t give me shit but dick and attitude, Darren.”

He flinched, but you didn’t stop. “You wanna know what’s not fair? The fact that you went and knocked me up and then forced me to have an abortion. Where the hell were you during that, huh? Seeing as you’ve done so much for me?”

He sat frozen, his lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out. His eyes darted toward the floor, guilt pooling in their depths.

“And you wanna know what’s really unfair?” Your voice cracked, but you didn’t care. The words spilled out like a flood you couldn’t contain. “The fact that you fucking cheated on me when I needed you the most. That’s what’s not fair, Darren.”

Darren stared at you, his face contorted with frustration. “That’s not fucking fair,” he snapped, his voice rising.  

“Oh, fuck you, Darren,” you shot back, your hands trembling as you pointed at him. “What else do I have to do to show you I’m done? What else do I have to say?”  

“I’m trying!” he yelled, stepping closer. “I’ve been fucking trying! But nothing I do is ever good enough for you, is it? You’re so goddamn impossible!”  

You laughed bitterly, shaking your head. “You call this trying? You call cheating, lying, and gaslighting me trying?”  

“God, you’re such a fucking idiot,” he spat, his words sharp enough to cut. “You act like you’re perfect, like you’ve never made a mistake in your goddamn life.”  

“I’m not perfect, Darren,” you hissed, stepping forward, your voice shaking with anger. “But at least I own my shit. At least I don’t treat the people I love like they’re disposable!”  

“Oh?” he scoffed, throwing his hands in the air. “You think you’re so much better than me? You’re the one who keeps coming back. So what does that make you, huh?”  

The room was thick with tension, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then he muttered under his breath, “Pathetic.”  

Your blood boiled. “What did you just say?”  

“You heard me,” he said, his tone dripping with venom.  

“Fuck you, Darren!” you screamed, shoving him hard against the chest.  

His expression darkened. “You don’t get to do that,” he snarled.  

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist and pushed you away. The force of it sent you stumbling back, and you hit the edge of the dresser, pain shooting up your arm as you fell to the floor.  

“Wait, I…” His face shifted, panic flickering in his eyes. He took a step toward you, his hand outstretched.  

You scrambled to your feet, holding your arm where it throbbed. “You know what? I’m done.” Your voice was quieter now, but no less firm. “I’m done, Darren.”  

“Wait—”  

“No!” you shouted, cutting him off. “Go fuck yourself!”  

“Please,” he said, his voice cracking. “Don’t let us go. We had something special. You know that.”  

You stared at him, disbelief flooding your chest. Then you laughed—a cruel, hollow sound. “If you thought this was anything more than sex, then you’re the fucking idiot.”  

He opened his mouth to argue, but you were already grabbing your stiletto boots from the floor.  

“We can make it work,” he said desperately, following you as you stormed out of his apartment.  

“Make it work?” you echoed, spinning around to face him as you reached his car. “Make it work?” You hefted one of your boots in your hand. “Make this fucking work!”  

Before he could respond, you hurled the boot at his car window. The glass shattered on impact, the sound ringing out like a scream in the still night.  

The car alarm blared, its shrill wailing cutting through the silence. Darren stood frozen, his mouth agape.  

“Shit,” he muttered, rushing toward the car.  

You grabbed your other boot and slung it over your shoulder. “Fix that, asshole!” you yelled as you walked away, the sound of the alarm trailing behind you.  

“Her!” Darren called after you, but you didn’t turn around.  

You kept walking, the cold air biting at your skin, the adrenaline coursing through you keeping you upright. Your arm throbbed where you’d hit it, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t look back.  

You made it about halfway home before the exhaustion hit you like a freight train. Your legs wobbled, and you collapsed onto the curb, cradling your arm as the tears you’d been holding back finally spilled over.  

Your phone buzzed weakly in your pocket. Nobara’s name lit up the screen.  

“Where the hell are you?” she demanded as you answered, her voice sharp but tinged with worry.  

You gave her your location, your words slurred with exhaustion and pain. “I can’t— I just can’t walk anymore.”  

“Stay put,” she said firmly. “I’m coming to get you.”  

By the time her car pulled up, you were slumped against a lamppost, your eyes half-closed. Nobara jumped out, wrapping her jacket around your shoulders as she helped you to your feet.  

“What the hell happened?” she asked, her tone softer now.  

You shook your head, too drained to explain. “I’m hungry. I’ll tell you later.”  

“Let’s stop and get you something to eat,” She didn’t press further, guiding you into the car. As the city lights blurred past, you stared out the window, the events of the night replaying in your mind like a bad dream.  

The car was warm, the quiet hum of the heater and the golden glow of streetlights spilling through the windshield easing the tension in your chest. You cradled your injured arm as Nobara maneuvered through the drive-thru, shooting you occasional glances.  

“You want the usual?” she asked as she pulled up to the intercom.  

“Yeah. Large fries, nuggets, and a Coke,” you murmured, leaning your head back against the seat.  

She placed the order, and soon you were pulling into a parking spot under the dim glow of the lot’s overhead lights. The smell of greasy goodness filled the car as she handed you the bag, cracking open a box of nuggets for herself.  

“So,” she said, dipping a nugget into a cup of barbecue sauce. “You gonna tell me what the hell happened back there, or do I just have to assume you went full-on ‘Carrie’ at prom?”  

You snorted, the first genuine laugh you’d had all night. “Something like that.”  

“Well, shit.” She popped the nugget into her mouth. “Guess I missed a show.”  

You sighed, staring at the fries in your lap. “It’s over. For real this time.”  

“Good,” Nobara said firmly. “That guy was a walking red flag.”  

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Speaking of red flags…” You smirked as an idea popped into your head. “You’ll never believe what happened at work today.”  

Her eyes narrowed as she dunked another nugget. “Oh, this should be good. Spill.”  

You leaned back, a grin playing on your lips. “I got booked for a private room.”  

Nobara froze mid-bite. “I thought you didn’t do those?”  

“I don’t,” you said, shrugging. “But they offered me a shit ton of money. Guess who it was.”  

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “Who?”  

You couldn’t help but draw it out for dramatic effect. “Your teacher.”  

Her jaw dropped, and the nugget in her hand fell back into the box. “No way, Bitch.”  

You nodded, trying to keep a straight face.  

“What did he want? Is he, like, a total pervert or something?”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “No, actually. He just wanted someone to talk to.”  

Nobara blinked, clearly baffled. “Huh.”  

“I know, right?” you said, grabbing a nugget. “Easiest money I’ve ever made.”  

“Damn,” she muttered, chewing thoughtfully. “I never took him as the emotional type.”  

“Don’t go telling your friends, though,” you warned, wagging a finger at her. “He told me some pretty heavy shit.”  

Nobara tensed, her expression flickering with something you didn’t catch as you reached for your Coke. “Like what?”  

You laughed, shaking your head. “Like hell if I’d tell you.”  

“Oh, come on!” she said, pouting dramatically. “I won’t tell anyone!”  

You smirked, leaning back in your seat. “I’m not risking it. Client confidentiality or whatever.”  

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” she groaned, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.  

You both sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the car filled with the sound of crinkling wrappers and occasional laughter.  

“Hey,” Nobara said suddenly, looking at you out of the corner of her eye. “You’re okay, right?”  

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I think I will be.”  

She smiled, a small, genuine one. “Good. ‘Cause if you ever go back to that asshole, I’m slashing his tires.”  

You laughed, the sound bubbling up before you could stop it. “Deal.”  

As you both dug into the last of the nuggets, the weight of the night seemed to lift, replaced by the warmth of greasy food and a friend who always had your back.

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If requests are still open, can I ask for somno/breeding kink with Beam from chainsaw man, with him just passing out on top of male reader after he finishes, basically just cuddling subconsciously. Love your work btw, they’re fun to read. If my request needs more description, I’ll try again

ఌ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌

꧁ 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 1.4k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › beam dumb

Kinks › breeding, light somno

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(Name) wanted to jump off a bridge. He knew what he was getting into dating someone as idiotic as Beam but he truly didn’t believe it could get so bad. Yet here he was, having to wait for Beam to wash off the cow shit he was drenched in. 

How did this happen? He wasn’t sure. Denji had come up with some elaborate reason why but (Name) had decided to just deal with him later. He groaned to himself as he slipped out of his work clothes, ready to pull on his pjs when Beam opened the bathroom door. 

A grin spread on his lips, “(Name), are we about to have sex?!” 

“No.” (Name) said, throwing his work pants at Beam’s face. He was way too angry to have any sort of sexual activity with the man that was just covered in cow shit. 

“Why not?!” Beam whined, walking over to (Name) with a pout on his lips. If he had human eyes, maybe he would’ve tried to use puppy dog eyes on him. 

“You rolled in cow shit.” 

“But I showered…” 

“No.” 

A huff left Beam’s throat as he sat down on the bed. He was silently sulking as (Name) continued to change. Ever since the first time they had sex, Beam was very into it. He always asked in the worst way possible for it but (Name) was used to that. 

“(Name)….” 

“No. Sleep.” 

Beam sighed but did as he was told, moving to lay down in his spot. (Name) turned off the lights and laid down on the bed, ready for a good nights rest after a stressful day of cow shit. 

It was only maybe an hour or so when (Name) felt something rub against his ass cheeks. 

Oh he wanted to jump off a roof. 

Beam was rubbing his naked (!!!) cock against his ass. 

Wait, his shorts were down. 

The absolute pervert pulled his pants down. (Name) was wondering what he should use to kill Beam but stopped himself. They had talked about something like this once—saying that it should be done randomly. But really? He chose today? 

The day cow shit touched his body?! 

Ew. (Name) tried not to think about the cow shit as he heard the stuttered breathing of Beam as he began to thrust between his ass cheeks. It was a bit flattering that Beam was using him as a masturbation tool, really. 

But he’d never tell Beam that unless he wanted him to get more annoying. 

Beam muttered something before easily pulling (Name)’s body closer, earning a grunt from him. He didn’t move for a second, seeing if (Name) was awake before continuing. The skin against each other was a bit harsh and it seemed Beam had noticed because he stopped. 

(Name) felt the blankets be pulled away to free his lower half, the cold air on his skin. He waited for any type of lube to touch his body only to hear the sound of someone spitting. 

No. 

No. 

WHAT THE FUCK?! 

(Name) wanted to cry. No fucking way that he used spit instead of the fucking lube in the nightstand right beside him. Did he forget?! How was the spit supposed to substitute for lube? 

He couldn’t just let this idiot continue. What if he tried to shove it in his poor asshole and he’d bleed to death?! 

“Beam.” 

“Sorry!” 

(Name) turned around to face Beam who looked embarrassed. “It’s fine. But don’t use your spit. Use lube next time.” He said, pointing over to the nightstand on Beam’s side. Beam nodded and grabbed the lube, handing it over to him. 

“So I can do it again just with lube…?” 

“Yeah, sure.” (Name) muttered, easily coating his fingers and shoving them inside. It was pretty easy to do—he no longer felt embarrassed in front of Beam either. Beam watched with amazement as he easily slipped his fingers in and out. 

“(Name), you’re almost on the same level as Lord Chainsaw!” 

“Bring up Denji again during sex and I’ll never let you fuck me again.” 

“Sorry.” 

(Name) hummed and motioned for him to get between his legs. Beam’s previous sad look was gone in a minute as he quickly went to the spot he had once called his ‘destiny’. Or whatever bullshit he spouts during sex. 

He kinda just says whatever on his mind. (Name) slipped out his fingers and laid down, using two fingers to spread open his hole. Beam grinned in excitement, grabbing (Name)’s legs and pushing them upward. 

“Thank you, (Name).” 

“I’m not a meal—hurry up.” 

“Right!” 

One quick thrust and he was inside. (Name) arched his back as he cried out in pleasure. He would never admit it out loud but he really believed Beam was pretty good at sex despite being so innocent otherwise. 

Maybe it was because (Name) really only had one partner before him. Or it’s that Beam’s much larger cock did most of the work. It didn’t matter really. 

“(Name).” 

“Hmm?” 

“Lord Chainsaw taught me something about sex.” 

(Name) wanted to kick Beam off of him but it was a bit hard with the strength the man had on his legs. He simply grunted in disappointment but continued to enjoy the steady thrusting inside his hole. 

“Did you ever think about me cumming inside?” 

“Hng?!” (Name) gasped at a the sudden drag against his prostate. He had never really did. Beam usually pulled out but (Name) had never told him to. It was just something he did. 

What would cum feel like inside…? 

“He told me we can make babies that way,” Beam grinned. “That’s a good idea, right?” 

(Name) was going to murder Denji after this. He could only whimper as Beam continued to push forward, folding (Name) into a mating press. This was a position they tried once and only once because (Name) complained he wasn’t flexible enough for it. 

He still wasn’t but he couldn’t exactly stop him. 

He was enjoying it. His cock was reaching in deeper than most of the other positions and no way in hell would he gave it up. The pleasure he felt was so different than anything else. 

His toes curled as he threw his head back, mouth opened in a silent scream. Their neighbours would surely talk to them in the morning about late night sex. The sound of the headboard against the wall would certainly bother them. 

To (Name), it was only edging him further. Each thrust into his body caused him to clench down on Beam’s cock. Beam himself was grunting at the pressure, muttering on about the supposed children (Name) would give him. 

Yeah, Denji was going to die tomorrow. 

(Name) wrapped his arms around Beam’s neck and gave him a small smile. “You can cum inside.” He whispered, gasping at a particular deep drag on his prostate. 

“Okay, okay. We’ll become a family this way, yeah?” 

“Sure, sure…” (Name) muttered, feeling himself close. 

Beam seemed close by the way his thrusting became unsteady. His usual rhythm that he had was gone and all he seemed to want was to chase his release. (Name)’s pleasure didn’t matter to him much right now. 

(Name) was close himself, biting his lip to stop the moans that’ll stream out of his mouth from the harsh thrusting. It took really only three more thrusts when Beam muttered something about being a good father. 

(Name) ignored it and whispered out words of encouragement for him to cum. 

One last thrust that somehow ended right at his prostate. (Name) arched his back and cummed on his stomach, a moan slipping from his lips. Beam was right behind him, cumming deep inside him. 

The feeling of the warm cum inside him made (Name) shivered. He could get addicted to this. His legs certainly hurt though as he tried to push Beam off of him. Only to realise that the damn fool was fast asleep. 

(Name) groaned at the much heavier body on top of him. Yeah, no way could he push him off. He sighed but decided to get comfortable. It was weird to still have Beam’s cock inside him but he kinda liked it. 

The feeling of cum slipping out of him though was bothering him. It was going to be hard to clean himself out in the morning. 

“Night, Beam..” (Name) muttered, smiling at him as he burrowed his head on his shoulder. The two cuddled for the night, enjoying the warmth of the other. 

While Denji in his own apartment sneezed violently. Why was he suddenly scared for tomorrow…? 

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First ever Beam fic!! I’m trying new things with my writing lol—mainly small jokes in smut

Requests are open!! Yubin fic tomorrow <3

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

A Different Kind of Noise

Pairing: John Price x Simon “Ghost” Riley

AU: Price is a Writer, Ghost is a motorcycle rider neither in Military

Warnings: Spice, Angst aggressiveness from the boys

Authors Note:There’s some spice and this is the first part but thank you to @devil-in-hiding for proof reading it and these parts go out to you love!

Word Count: 1.3k

Part 2 Masterlist

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John Price had always been a man of routine. His loft, perched on the top floor of an old brick building, was his sanctuary—a quiet, cluttered space filled with books, the smell of tobacco from his pipe, and the steady click of fingers on a keyboard. It was a peaceful existence, one that allowed him to focus on his writing without distractions.

But then, his new neighbor arrived, and everything changed.

It started with the motorcycle. The sound of a roaring engine ripped through the air one afternoon, cutting through the calm like a chainsaw. Price had been in the middle of editing a chapter when the noise startled him, making him lose his train of thought. He frowned, glanced out the window, and there he was—his new neighbor.

The man was impossible to miss. Dressed head-to-toe in black leather, his face hidden behind a dark helmet, he straddled the sleek, powerful bike like he owned the street. On the back of his jacket, in bold letters, was the word *Ghost,* alongside the image of a skull.

Price sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He had a bad feeling about this.

The noise didn’t stop. Every night, without fail, the man would come back on his bike, the engine loud enough to shake the windows. Then came the music—blaring, heavy metal that thumped through the thin walls of the building, rattling the calm Price so desperately clung to.

After two weeks of this, Price had reached his limit.

Price banged on the door, his patience worn thin. He had tried to be understanding, but there was only so much a man could take. The door creaked open, revealing his new neighbor for the first time without the helmet.

The man—Simon Riley, though Price hadn’t known that yet—was more intimidating up close. Tall, muscular, with a rough, rugged look, Simon had a skull bandana covering the lower half of his face. His eyes, however, were sharp and piercing, watching Price with an amused glint.

“You got a problem, mate?” Simon asked, leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. The casual confidence in his stance only annoyed Price more.

“Yeah, I’ve got a problem. That bloody bike of yours,” Price growled. “And the music. Some of us enjoy a bit of peace.”

Simon’s eyes flicked over him, the amusement deepening. “Didn’t know I was disturbing a monk. I’ll try to keep it down.”

Price wasn’t sure if he was being mocked, but before he could respond, Simon closed the door, leaving Price standing in the hallway, fuming.

The music did quiet down, but the tension between them only grew. Their encounters were brief, filled with subtle jabs and long, lingering looks. Price couldn’t stand the man’s arrogance, his devil-may-care attitude. And yet, there was something about Simon that pulled him in—something magnetic.

It didn’t help that Simon was infuriatingly attractive. Every time Price saw him, whether it was working on his bike in the building’s garage or catching him in the hallway, the sight of him stirred something deep in Price’s gut that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

One night, after an especially frustrating day of writer’s block, Price found himself once again at Simon’s door. He didn’t even know why he was there. Maybe he needed a distraction, maybe he was just sick of being alone, or maybe it was the way Simon had been looking at him lately, like he knew exactly what was on Price’s mind.

He knocked, half-expecting Simon to ignore it. But the door opened, and there he was—shirtless, sweat-slicked from what appeared to be a late-night workout. His chest was broad, muscles defined, and Price swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden heat that rushed through him.

“Well, look who’s back,” Simon said, his voice low and teasing. “Miss me already?”

Price glared, though it was weaker than usual. “I need a drink.”

Simon’s eyebrow arched, and a smirk curled his lips. “A drink, huh? Didn’t take you for the type to ask.”

“I’m not asking,” Price shot back, pushing past him into the apartment. It was messy, full of bike parts and old records, but it felt lived in. Simon shut the door behind him, and the tension in the room immediately thickened.

Simon didn’t say anything for a while, just walked to the small kitchenette and grabbed two beers from the fridge. He handed one to Price, who took it with a grunt. They stood there in silence for a moment, the unspoken energy between them crackling in the air.

“So, what’s really going on, Price?” Simon asked, leaning back against the counter, his gaze never leaving Price’s. “You don’t come knocking just because you need a drink.”

Price took a long pull from the bottle, trying to calm the thoughts racing through his head. “Maybe I’m just tired of the noise.”

“Or maybe you want something else,” Simon said, his voice dropping to a near-growl.

Price’s heart pounded in his chest. He could feel the tension boiling over, the thing they’d been dancing around since the moment they met. The way Simon was looking at him now—dark, hungry, waiting—it sent a shiver down Price’s spine.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Price muttered, but the words were weak.

Simon set his beer down and took a step closer. “Don’t I? You’ve been staring at me since the day I moved in. Thought I hadn’t noticed, did you?”

Price felt his throat tighten. Simon was right, of course. He had noticed the way Price’s gaze lingered, the way his body reacted whenever Simon was near. And now, standing here, Simon shirtless, their bodies inches apart, there was no denying it anymore.

“What’s it gonna be, John?” Simon’s voice was a low rumble, and the sound of his real name on Simon’s lips sent a jolt of heat through him.

Before Price could think, before he could talk himself out of it, he grabbed Simon by the collar and yanked him down, crashing their mouths together. The kiss was rough, all teeth and heat, as if all the tension between them was finally breaking free. Simon growled against his lips, his hands gripping Price’s hips and pulling him closer, their bodies colliding in a desperate, feverish need.

Price had never been kissed like this—like someone was devouring him whole. Simon’s hands were everywhere, sliding under his shirt, gripping his back, pulling him even closer. The heat between them was unbearable, every touch sending sparks of electricity through Price’s veins.

“Bed,” Simon growled against his mouth, his voice rough and thick with desire.

Price didn’t hesitate, letting Simon guide him toward the bed, his mind spinning with the intensity of it all. Simon shoved him down onto the mattress, and Price gasped at the sudden loss of control, but the thrill of it only made him harder. Simon loomed over him, his eyes dark with hunger as he ripped off Price’s shirt, tossing it to the floor.

Their mouths met again, this time slower, more deliberate, as Simon’s hands explored Price’s body with rough, calloused fingers. Price arched up into the touch, groaning as Simon’s mouth moved down his neck, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin.

“Fuck, Simon…” Price gasped, his fingers tangling in Simon’s hair, pulling him closer.

Simon chuckled darkly against his skin, the sound sending a shiver down Price’s spine. “Thought you’d never ask, Captain.”

The rest of the night was a blur of heat and skin, of moans and curses as they finally gave in to the tension that had been building between them for weeks. And as they lay together afterward, their bodies spent and tangled in the sheets, Price couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, the noise wasn’t so bad after all.

Hope you enjoyed! Please follow, like and Reblog💜 -Midnight’s Cafe

[torchwood-99]

LOTR Cast and Horror Films Headcanons

Gandalf: Finds horror films boring, only because they’ve yet to make one that can scare him. His friends are on a never ending crusade to find a horror flick, whether it be gory, ghostly, psychological or just plain sick, that will scare him, but nothing leaves an impact. The closest any film got to succeeding was The Human Centipede, and even there he was just mildly grossed out by. He does like to watch art house, avant garde horror, preferably made in black and white, and watch them while getting high.

Aragorn: Loves a wilderness horror, or one set in extreme environments, like The Thing. He’s hard to scare, and will happily watch The Blair Witch Project the night before going on a two week camping trip. Is the one to keep reminding everyone else “it’s only fiction, it’s only fiction.”

Sam: No. Just doesn’t do them. Is the one with his eyes shut, asking “is it over yet?”. His friends mildly tease him for it, not because he’s afraid, but because he’s the first one through the door when someone’s in trouble, whatever the danger, but is too spooked to watch a scary film. Sam explains  will be brave when he has to be. He doesn’t choose to be brave for fun. 

Frodo: Doesn’t watch horrors all that much because he knows Sam doesn’t like them, and would rather watch something they can all enjoy. Has no particular objections to horrors in themselves, and can appreciate a well made horror, but has a dislike for Friday the 13th and Halloween, as he’s got a thing about cursed dates. 

Merry & Pippin: Talk a big game, have all the memorabilia, insist on watching the goriest, grizzliest, nastiest films going. Spend the entire time with their eyes shut, and have to sleep with the lights on afterwards. Spend a bloody fortune on snacks at the cinema.

Boromir: Insists on having Merry and Pippin sit on either side of him, so he can wrap his arms around them. Is the one who annoys everyone else by pointing out all the mistakes the heroes make. His favourite horror moment is the chainsaw hand in The Evil Dead. 

Legolas: Turns his nose up at “pop” horror. Insists that “elevated” horror films aren’t really horror, like, they’re “horror” but they’re not “horror horror”, and feels the need to justify his love for any horror film by talking about its sophisticated themes and motifs. Gets a lot of popcorn and cushions thrown at him. 

Gimli: Likes a good slasher, especially if there are axes involved, but any sort of tool turned weapon will do. Is an unashamed horror fan and is the first to knock Legolas off his “elevated” horror high horse. Makes his own horror prop replicas, and is big into cosplay. 

Faramir: Not the biggest fan of the films himself. They don’t scare him to the same extent they do Sam, but he doesn’t find them pleasant to watch. He’s into old black and white romances, biographical movies, adaptations of classic novels (though he will spend the entire time picking out the inaccuracies) and yes, the odd musical. However, he does have a soft spot for films with badass final girls. Will sit through all night slasher gore fests to make Eowyn happy.

Eowyn: Loves them. Loves them, loves them, loves them. Has always loved them and always will. Was the one to watch way too mature horrors behind Theoden’s back as a little girl. If Eomer had a sleepover she’d watch through a crack in his bedroom door, and if there was something showing at the cinema she’d get in by buying tickets to a kid’s film. Sometimes had to get into Theodred’s bed if a film gave her nightmares, but never admitted it was because she was scared. (Theodred knew, but he’d play along.)

As an adult, like Merry and Pippin, she talks a big game. Unlike Merry and Pippin, she lives up to it. The gorier, the better. She watches the final girls at the climax, drenched in blood and screaming, going at their tormentors with a kitchen knife, and thinks “God I wish that was me”. One anniversary, Faramir surprised her by coming to bed in the Jason mask and nothing else.

That said, the more psychological horrors, horrors in domestic settings or focussing on mental health and dysfunctional families (like Hereditary and Smile) really get to her, and she will only watch them with Faramir next to her, and has to watch something funny afterwards as a palate cleanser. 

Eomer: Can’t be arsed with “elevated” horror, calls it slow, pretentious bullshit. Thinks a horror is a copout if there isn’t an explosion of blood and guts in the first five minutes. Gets into constant arguments with Legolas over this, to the point they can go weeks refusing to be in the same room as each other. As a kid was stricter than Theoden about keeping Eowyn from watching scary films, was a bit out out when he found out that Eowyn had a stronger stomach for gore than he did.

Arwen: Isn’t fazed in the slightest. Can watch that scene in The Human Centipede without blinking, then get herself a bowl of chocolate pudding and ask if anyone else wants some. 

[glorixuspurpose]

hello! i saw you have open request for chainsaw man! can i get an aki x reader, maybe aki got drunk and reader needs to pick him up, something fluffy and sweet (aki is clingy and flirty) (and they are in relationship!)

also reader is gender neutral? maybe they love together? i dont know, suprise me :D

have a lovely day <3

this request is so cute lol😭 i’m sorry this took me longer than usual but it snowed for the first time in probably five years and chaos ensued…anyways i hope you enjoy!!

Aki Hayakawa X Reader

 Aki’s plan obviously did not work out in his favor. Information from Makima was important enough for him to try and outdrink her in order to get something out of her. Obviously, it did not work. You had to peel him off the table as you slug his arm around your shoulder, trying to haul his drunk self out of there. He was practically clinging to you the entire way back.

“Who are you? Quit touching me…” Aki drawled as he tried to push you away, as if he wasn’t the one to cling to you in the first place. 

 “I’m your wonderful partner first of all. Plus, I was about to leave anyway.”

“But it isn’t over yet…”

“You’re too drunk to head home alone.”

He scoffed childishly. “I’m not driving.” 

A smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah, cause we’re walking.”

He stayed silent for once, seemingly observing you. “You’re so…beautiful..”

You raised an eyebrow. “Um…thank you?” You muttered as you fumbled for your keys.

You kicked the door open as you finally unlocked it, gently attempting to lay Aki down on the couch. 

 “It’s so warm in here….” He muttered as you tried to stay laying down.

“Well, it’s freezing outside…” You told him. “I’m gonna get you some water.”

“Wait…water? Ew!”

“That’s too bad. It should help you feel a little better in the morning.” You weren’t actually sure if that was true or not. You didn’t drink–at least not very often.

You grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it up with tap water, going back to the living room and handing him the glass. He glared at you, but still drank it. 

He practically guzzled the entire thing, before slamming it onto the coffee table and leaning on your shoulder. “At least I’ve got someone beautiful to take care of me…” He muttered, leaning further into you. 

 You laughed at his behavior. He wasn’t usually like this when he was drunk, but it had been so long since he had actually gotten drunk that you couldn’t remember.

“You should get to bed.” You said, patting his chest. 

“Whatever you say, pretty…” He mumbled as he pushed himself up off of the couch, barely making a few steps before you stood up too, wrapping an arm around his waist to keep him grounded. You two finally made it to your shared bedroom, him flopping down onto the bed. 

You stifled a laugh. “Don’t you want to change first?” You asked him as he was already kicking off his sneakers and situating himself under the covers. 

“Nah…I’m…okay..” He sighed contently, before falling asleep mere seconds later. You decided not to protest, since he’d been having trouble sleeping the past few weeks anyways.

 You decided to follow suit yourself, changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth before getting into bed alongside him. You always fell asleep before him, but now that it was the opposite, you decided to take a moment to just…observe him, you suppose. His face was much more relaxed as if he was unaware of anything happening. You let his hair down(because you knew he’d be pissed in the morning if he found out he left it in), running your fingers through it before eventually falling asleep yourself.

 When morning came, Aki woke up first as usual, immediately going to the kitchen to make tea. You woke up soon after, following the sound of the kettle. When you reached the kitchen, Aki was sitting at the island, rubbing his temples. 

“Headache?” You asked. 

“Yeah..” He mumbled, before lifting his head. “Hey, was I acting strange yesterday? When I was…you know.”

You paused, deciding whether or not to humor him or just spare his ego for now. You went with door number too. “Not really.”

He sighed of relief. “Good…”

You stifled a chuckle. “Yep.”

[small-sinclair]

Snow and Rose

An idea by @violettelune

Reformed!Johnny Slaughter x fem!reader

Welcomed readers: @sup-im-blue

Tw: mention of blood and death, him being a dad, mainly his pov, just something fluffy, not prof-read

He woke up to another nightmare. Johnny dreamt that he found you dead in the sunflower field, your blood stained on his hands, lifeless eyes looking up. Then he heard his daughter crying in the distance. No matter how fast he ran towards her cries, he was never close enough. He was never there in time. It always ended with Nancy standing over the crib and a wicked smile on her face.

“Freed ya, Johnny. Now you can come home,” she would say. “Now you come back home. Come home.”

At his feet, barbed wire and chains wrapped around his legs and arms, pulling him to the ground. He felt roots sewing him to the wooden floor into front of his mother as he looked upon her and her smile. He felt chainsaw blades strangling him as he tried to scream your name, but sunflowers and daisies poured from his lips. His world filled with his victims, his deaths, and they all look at him with empty, lost eyes. He knew their names; how could he forget them? Then his eyes focus to the center and sees you and his child in a broken marble block, red tears falling from your eyes as you look on your child. He tastes your blood, your flesh between gasps and teeth. He hates this. He loves you. Stop. Stop it!

Wake up.

He would wake up in sweat, sometimes shutting, sometimes falling out of bed and pushing away from the bed and from you.

Tonight, however, he woke up with a start, breathing heavily, his dark eyes looking around like a scared wild animal. He looked down at your sleeping form then up at the cracked door leading into the hallway. He needed to check. Johnny just needed time check.

He got out of bed, put the blanket over your shoulder, and crept out of the room but something in his chest didn’t sit. He came back and kisses your head. “Be back, y/n,” he promised. “Keep my side warm.”

He may not be a hunter, but he still kept his talents. He can walk without noise, he can move without sound, and he can be hidden without being seen. Johnny uses that talent whenever his daughter is asleep when he comes home from a long day from the butchers. That’s why he got the job in Wisconsin; the butcher need another slaughter, and he’s good at it. Why waste a talent? He’s used to the blood, to the kill, but these are animals, not man. But he got the job to leave Texas. He swore to the stars he’ll never go back.

Johnny made that promise in a burned down church two years ago, and he stuck to it still.

He snuck out the room and down the hall to the open white door to the cotton candy pink room. He lets out a deep sigh as he came over the little white crib he built and looked down. Ophelia Rosemary Sawyer, his 5 week-year-old daughter, slept like a rock in a pink onesie with a bear in the center. Whatever fear he had, the nightmares, the shadows and ghosts— it all faded when he saw her sleeping in peace. Shes his rock, his world, his reason.

Ever so slowly, he lowered his hand and touched her head, and his heart fluttered when she moved into his hand. She’s not scared of him. As if she’s glass, he picks her up slowly and cradles her. He sneaks to the wooden rocking chair in the corner and rocks back and forth. The moonlight lit the room as the snow fell gently over the evergreens.

“Hey there, little sunshine,” he whispers. “Don’ worry. Daddy’s just needed ya.” He looks down at his world and rests his forehead against hers, kisses it, and holds her close. “I swear you’ll never be alone, ever. I love you… I’ll never not love ya.” Then he looks outside, stands up, and takes her to the window. “Look at ‘at, Ophelia,” he whispers in her small spot of brown hair, “it’s your first snow. So pretty an’ bright.” He looks out at the fields and forests, the farmlands and homes, and he thinks about the fireflies and waving weeds he left behind. “Daddy ain’t goin’ away, sunshine. I promise.”

He closes his eyes breathed out slowly. “Texas can keep the fireflies,” he looked down at his child, his blood and flesh, and his heart swelled, “I got my snow and rose.”

“Johnny?” Your voice was enough to make him jolt but he relaxed. “Why are you up? Is Ophelia okay?” You joined his side and looked down at your child. “I didn’t hear her.”

“Naw,” he answers, rocking on his heel, his eyes not leaving his child. “Sleepin’ like a lamb.”

You rested your head on his arm as he looked outside. “It’s beautiful.”

“Yeah,” he said as he laid his head on top of yours.

“Is this your first snow?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Is it everything you’d imagined?”

He thought for a moment as he took in the land before him. He could imagine Ophelia and her friends running wild outside with sleds, building snowmen, having a snowball fight out back. He could see himself with you during a star filled night while the children sleep, slow dancing with you in the snow, kissing you sweetly while whispering praises. He thought about Texas and the heat, but he thought about you smiling while it snowed, his kids playing, and him giving you a cup of cocoa.

“Everything and more, moonbeam,” he whispers, meeting your eyes. He leans down and kisses you tenderly. “I love you, y/n.”

“And I love you, Johnny,” you said back. You looked back at the snow, and you both watched it fall over the moon lit snow.

[munsonsduchess]

Monster Smash

summary: you meet eddie at a house party and the night takes an unexpected turn warnings: underage drinking, recreational drug use (weed), face sitting, oral (f receiving), semi public sex (eddie and the reader are in a room at a frat house during a party) w/c: 977 a/n: surprise bitch! another halloween fic! honestly with the amount of ghostface content on tiktok these days it was kind of inevitable we'd end up here, i was originally just going to post the other halloween fic but this one wouldn't leave me alone

It was Halloween and you were having the worst time. You didn’t know anyone at this party your roommate had dragged you to, citing that you needed to get out more, the drinks were shit, the music was shit, honestly you were tempted to just sneak out the back door of this frat house and claim you’d met somebody if your roommate asked the next day. 

You sighed and took another drink from your lukewarm beer and pulled at the hem of the black dress you were wearing. Usually you didn’t feel self conscious in the things you picked for yourself but being, less petite, than some of your peers and wearing something your roommate had picked out so you could both wear matching costumes (you got to be the bad witch) in a room full of obnoxious frat bros made you feel slightly … less confident than normal. 

You were about to cut and run when a guy appeared in front of you wearing a Ghostface Costume,

“What’s your favourite scary movie?”

“The Exorcist, 1973. A masterpiece in horror cinema” you responded without thinking. You hadn’t actually expected anyone to talk to you, after being basically ignored all night

“That’s, yeah that’s a really good pick” the guy pulled his mask off and you found yourself looking into the face of the local weed guy, Eddie Munson. 

Everyone you knew, yourself included, bought their weed from Eddie. His stuff was guaranteed to be the best and not laced with anything it shouldn’t be,

“It’s the line from the homeless guy in the subway ‘can you help an old altar boy father’ and then later on when they’re in Regan’s bedroom and she says the same thing in the same voice. Chills. Literal chills” 

“Such a good movie. They don’t make movies like that anymore, y’know? Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Rosemary’s Baby” 

“Have you seen X? Or Pearl? They have the same kinda vibes but are totally modern movies” 

“I’ve seen X. Massive Texas Chainsaw vibes” 

“Right!” 

You ended up finding a quiet corner with Eddie where the two of you could talk about horror movies for the rest of the evening. You’d honestly never really found anyone who loved horror the way you did so it was amazing to be able to vibe with someone like this. 

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The party raged on into the wee hours and by now both you and Eddie were feeling the effects of the beer and few joints you’d shared. You were feeling pleasantly buzzed and enjoying the attention of an attractive man, even if it wouldn’t go anywhere. 

“It’s so cool that you’re into horror, most people get freaked out or maybe enjoy those like conjuring movies”

“Ugh. The Warrens are the absolute worst, by all accounts they just scam people and then use their stories to write books and make more money” you gestured widely around the room, “how fucked is that?”

“Totally fucked” Eddie agreed 

“You know I almost didn’t come tonight but my roommate kinda forced me to” 

“Remind me to send your roommate a fruit basket or something as thanks then” Eddie said, “cause this is definitely a way better night than I thought it was gonna be”

“It’s so cool to meet a friend tonight” you agreed, “but aren’t you like ‘working’ the party?” 

Eddie laughed and you had to admit you loved the sound. You wondered if he would want to still be friends after the party was over,

“You’re cute. I mean sure it’s great talking like this but honestly, I saw you standing on your own and seriously couldn’t understand why cause just the sight of you in that dress had all the blood in my body run south. I mean, the fact that you’re awesome on top of being drop dead hot is a bonus”

Your brain short circuited for a moment and you couldn’t quite believe what you were hearing,

“So, you wanna get a room?” 

“Absolutely I do”

Eddie smirked wickedly at you before helping you off the couch and pulling you behind him to the main staircase and along a corridor to an empty room. 

⊱ ────── {.⋅ 👻 ⋅.} ───── ⊰

“Sit on my face, come on” Eddie grinned at you, taking one of your hands and pulling you towards the bed. 

You followed the tug and threw one leg over the bed and balanced on your knees. Before you could even try to think about how much weight to bear down you felt Eddie grab your hips and pull you down onto his face forcefully. 

There was no way you could focus on anything but the way Eddie licked into you hungrily. His hands on your hips dug into the flesh there and you threw your head back with the intense feelings, moaning loudly. 

“Oh my god Eddie”

Beneath you Eddie made a muffled noise which you assumed was positive since he didn’t stop what he was doing for even a moment. 

You wondered briefly how he could breathe but the thought left your mind as quickly as it had arrived when Eddie’s nose brushed against your clit and you saw stars. 

Eddie continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm and the aftershocks, the oversensitivity made you want to pull away but Eddie held you firm coaxing yet another orgasm from you until your legs began to shake. Only then did he allow you to pull away and catch your breath,

“Holy shit” you panted, trying to regain some of your self control,

“That’s only the warm up act baby. It’s just you and me and no one is gonna hear you when you scream my name as loud as you want to” 

This was definitely a way better night than you’d thought it would be when your roommate forced you out tonight. 

After all what was Halloween without a few screams?

[tokyo-chainsaw-dragon]

Chainsaw Man Denji Headcanon - Thanksgiving Edition (18+ MDNI)

A/N: ᵀʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵐʸ ˢᵉᶜᵒⁿᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᶜᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷʳᶦᵗᵗᵉⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰᵃᶦⁿˢᵃʷ ᴹᵃⁿ ˢᵒ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ᵈᵒ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᶦˢ [ᵗʰˣ ᵗᵒ @callm3senpaii ᶠᵒʳ ᶦⁿˢᵖᶦʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ] ᴵ ʷᶦˡˡ ʷʳᶦᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰ ᶠᵒʳ ᶜʰʳᶦˢᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵗᵒᵒ ˢᵒ ᶦᵗ ʷᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵇᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ᵒᵘᵗ

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟔𝟐𝟎

⚠️warnings: NSFW, Denji x fem!reader, gentle fucking, after-arguement fucking, mentions of pussy eating, oral (p in v), unprotected, etc.

When it comes to Thanksgiving for Denji, he wants to go all out for it. Of course, you'll be the only one cooking since Denji only knows how to make instant ramen in the microwave (That's fucking bad with no experience). But this year was different, since you didn't want to do it and end up having more leftovers fill your refrigerator to the brim, let alone the freezer.

When you told Denji the news on Monday that you weren't going to do anything for Thanksgiving, he fucking nearly went out of his balls.

"Y/N! You know that I fucking love Thanksgiving, but why are you deciding that it's cancelled?!", Denji pleaded, not knowing the reasoning behind it.

"It's because I end up doing all the cooking and the damn refrigerator's too small for a fat-ass turkey! Duh!", you argue, not wanting to do anything about Thanksgiving or even talk anymore about it.

After yelling at him for the past 20 minutes, you storm off into your bedroom and shut the door on Denji since he was following you.

"Y/N?", Denji sounded desperate after the argument you two had, "Are you in there?"

You wanted to answer him, but you were still fucking mad at him, causing you to stay quiet as you lay on your shared bed while you stared at the ceiling in the dark. Shit.

Denji knew something was up with you after just five minutes. He slowly opens the door, not wanting to make you anymore pissed than you already were at him. After he comes in, Denji approaches you like a wolf stalking its prey, very slowly.

"I know that you're still pissed at me about this whole thing of not wanting to do Thanksgiving", Denji's voice was a little quiet, "but there must be something that I can do to make it up to you".

You sigh before sitting up and moving over on the bed so Denji can sit with you. "Fine, c'mere."

Denji follows your order, sitting next to you and waiting silently. You decide to whisper in his ear, telling him that you want to fuck him, and Denji looks at you almost like he's begging for you to put him inside you already and wants to feel your warm pussy.

Denji hurries to get his clothes off, releasing the monster that's been in his pants for the whole day, dying just have it feel your gummy walls and fill you with his cum.

After you get naked, you line up your entrance and get his tip in, letting it sit there for a minute in your pussy before sucking the rest of Denji's dick in, inch by inch.

Denji notices his dick disappearing into your pussy, letting out that same desperate whimper that you make whenever he eats your pussy out and you feel his tongue licking your gummy walls, trying to get every last drop like he's pussy deprived or something.

You manage to get all of his dick into you and Denji starts kissing you, to nearly prevent himself from cumming and wanting to feel your soft lips against his.

After just 10 minutes, you get your legs around Denji and instinctively get his hips closer to yours, feeling like your about to have an orgasm.

"I-I'm gonna... Fuuuuck!", Denji stammers out, also feeling his own orgasm and immediately cumming into you, enjoying the feeling of your warm pussy as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

You both cum at the same time with you enjoying the feeling of Denji's dick throbbing inside your pussy. He pulls out, with his warm cum dripping out of him and leaking a little from your pussy.

Credit to @callm3senpaii for the inspiration.

[celestisdivinitusinsaniavero]

That one time Billy Butcher liked his birthday.

Billy Butcher x Reader TW: vulgar language, a twinge of cringe

Billy's birthday was a sensitive subject. You knew that even before things got serious between you. Since you know the grumpy Brit, you know that his positive feelings about himself are usually drowned in a bottomless pit of whiskey. God forbid he does something good for himself for once. But you were sure you could get a smile from him on his birthday this year as you adjusted the bow on your head. 

He was due to walk in the door in a few minutes, and you couldn't wait to see his face. 

It felt like an eternity until you heard the door slam shut.  Finally! Then you recognized the familiar thud of his coat hitting the sofa. 

His sarcastic voice echoed through your apartment like a bad sitcom: “Honey, I'm home.” 

“Happy birthday!” you shouted to let him know you were waiting for him in the bedroom. 

As expected, he grumbled in response to the birthday wish. "Don’t start with that birthday shite, love."

“What if I let you make a wish?” you asked back ominously as you smoothed the sheet before you. 

The grumbling became more annoyed and louder, telling you he was about to walk in. "The only bloody present I’d want is a chainsaw shoved right in Homelander’s—"

He paused abruptly in the doorway when he saw you lying on the bed stark naked with nothing but a red bow on your head. His eyes slid hungrily down your body before he stepped closer and murmured, "...but the consolation prize ain’t too shabby, eh?"