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but nobody knows about, though itâs really obvious, and one day theyâre out on a date or smth and Cassian like, walks into the restaurant and just seeâs them and is like âwat?!đđâ and then itâs just reader and Az trying to convince cassian not to tell the rest of the I.C.
thatâs literally all Iâve been thinking about for the past like 10 minutes
okay, byeeee <333
when i tell you how much i love this idea, you would laugh at me. yES i love this. and i have no self control so im writing it. BEHOLD.
god i love writing cheeky cassian.
*ps ya'll, this aint count as a story, im just lettin it fall into the abyss of posts lmao
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"How have you been doing today?" I asked, twirling my straw around in my water. I looked at the winged male in front of me, seeing his hazel eyes flash up from where they were staring at the menu.
"Today hasn't been too bad, honestly. How's yours?" Azriel replied, dropping the menu back on the table and reaching out for my hand. I smiled as he grasped it gently in his, just for that little bit of contact. It was one of the things I loved about Azriel. His need to always be touching me. And although it made our "secret" relationship really obvious to everyone else, I still couldn't help the fact my heart burst with affection every time.
"Tiring, I had stupid paperwork," I grumbled unhappily. "Paperwork is the worst."
"I agree," Azriel snorted, smiling wide.
Now, at that moment, both of our dumbasses were completely so locked into each other's eyes that we didn't see when another burly Illyrian warrior sauntered into the restaurant we were having our weekly secret date. And we didn't notice when his jaw dropped open wide after seeing us, and then starting to march over like a male on a mission.
I heard his pounding footsteps though. I looked up, fingers tightening around Azrielâs. Cassian had the most shocked look on his face. He stopped a couple feet before the table, mouth agape and looking between Az and I with swift glances.
âCass,â I regarded, anxiety now curling in my gut. This was supposed to be a secret.
"You two-" he started.
"Cassian," Azriel growled in a warning tone. "This stays between us, got it?"
Cassian snorted. "Oh yeah, turn on the scary tone, see if it works Az. It hasn't for the last 500 years, don't think it will now. I am so telling everyone. Even if its been obvious this entire-"
"Cassian," I now growled.
"Yes?" The warrior said, a smirk planted on his face.
"Don't tell anyone."
"No," Cassian laughed.
"Please don't tell anyone?" I asked, now in a more polite tone that hid the anxiety curling in my gut. Our relationship coming forth... both me and Az were afraid it would affect the team, and the team could not under any circumstance be affected.
"Cute, but not enough." Cassian was fucking proud of how stubborn he was right now, I realized.
Azriel stood up, still shorter than the other male. "Brother, don't."
"You'll have to stop me-" Cassian cackled, backing away and toward the door.
"Gods-" I swore, standing up as well. "Cassian, get your ass back over here."
I saw a couple others at the restaurant glancing over now and winced. So I marched past Az and grabbed Cassian, dragging him forcefully back over to the table and forcing him into a seat. I saw Azriel tighten his shadows over the male's wrists against the arms of the chair.
"You will not tell anyone," Azriel growled.
"I will tell everyone," Cassian replied cheekily. "So how long has it been official? You both suck at hiding it by the way."
Azriel groaned, sitting down again and rubbing his forefinger and thumb over his eyes, frustrated. I kicked Cassian from under the table.
"Tell no one," I ordered.
"Tell everyone."
"Tell no one."
"Tell everyone."
And that... ladies and gentlemen, and my nonbinary pals... is how Cassian found himself tightened to a bedpost, with a gag in his mouth, in his own room.
And Az and I both continued our dinner like nothing had happened. We acted like we hadn't just had to threaten Cassian with his biggest fear.
Weeks later I was sitting next to Azriel, with Mor on my other side, talking to her about something that happened earlier, when all of a sudden Cassieâs bursts through the door, giggling like a school girl. He had been teasing Az ENDLESSLY constantly poking fun and saying things like âAzzy has a crushh~~â and âOohh~~â whenever I was standing next to him.
I guess today he had other plans, cause he ran over, throwing himself on the couch between Azriel and I, I glared up at him as I was shoved to the side. Cassian threw his arms around Az and Iâd shoulderâs singing âAzzy and y/n sitting in a tree~~â my eyes widened. No..he swore!! âK-I-s-s-I-n-g~â I gulped, my face brightening and heating up. I glanced over Cassianâs shoulder, to look at Az. He was glaring daggers at his brother.
âthree seconds.â He growled lowly. Cassian stopped his singing, looking at him confused.
âyou have three seconds to run.â Cassin gulped, knowing what his brother was capable of. He jumped up, and sprinted back out of the door he had joyfully burst through minutes before. Azriel, fuming, jumped up and chased after him, the only sounds that could be heard were footsteps followed by the sounds of crashing and banging.
i giggled softly, tearing my eyes away from the door, to find the rest of the inner circle staring intently at me. I gulped nervously.
âwhat was that about?â Mor questioned, smirking.
âI- umm-â I sighed. âWell, you see..â I went on to explain everything that had happened, how and when we got together, why we didnât tell them. The whole â¨cassianâ¨Thing. Feyre couldnât stop laughing, and I swear even Amren cracked a smile.
*happy leg kicking* I can ONLY see cass as either the strong warrior, whoâs ready to fucking kill everyone, the sweet teasing brother, or the friend that you have to explain all the dirty jokes too. Like he wouldnât understand them until you explained them. Then heâd just be like âohâŚOH!â And his face would just light up
joining the war on kids reading any book they want on the side of kids reading any book they want. simply you will be fine. it's even good to be confronted with things you don't understand and even find upsetting, uncomfortable and difficult. it's a surprise tool that will help you later.
literally ok so not a funny story but kind of funny? when I was nine I encountered rape in a book and I was like hey mom whatâs this mean and she explained it and I was like oh. gross. and then like two weeks later a girl on the bus abruptly disclosed her csa and we were all like ????? what ???? but I was like wait hang on thereâs a word for that âď¸đ¤Â and explained what it meant and that it was illegal and that you could talk to a teacher or my mom if it had happened to you and everyone was like ohhhhh I see I see and very somberly comforted the girl (she was safe she was removed from her home and living with my neighbor at the time so it wasnât Urgent)
Haii itâs been a long (long) while, and I havenât written anything, or even really been active whatsoever but, Iâm back with a short idea
No specific character/person in mind so, imagine it how you want I suppose <3
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âWhat are you doing?â He asked, his voice cutting through my train of thought. My fingers hesitated, forgetting what I was about to type.
âWorking?â I said, looking up at him over the top of my screen, my laptop casting a soft glow over my face. The kitchen was dim, the only other light coming from the window above the sink which cast shadows over a better part of the open room.
âAt four in the morning?â He questioned, leaning against the doorframe. âwhat could you possibly be working on that canât wait until the sunâs up?â He questioned, glancing out the window to where the moon peaked out from behind the trees.
I hesitated for a moment, my fingers clicking a few keys to finish typing the word Iâd been halfway through spelling. âA storyâ I said finally, hesitating before I clicked a few more letters on the keyboard.
âa story about what?â He asked as he pushed away from the doorframe, stepping closer. My eyes flicked over to him briefly before landing back on the screen.
He stopped by my side his hand coming to rest on the back of the chair as his eyes scanning the screen for a moment before landing on me. âUsâŚâ I said quietly, tipping my head slightly to glance up at him, a soft smile tugging at the corners of my lips.
He just laughed softly, shaking his head before he leaned down to kiss my nose. His other hand reached past me to shut the laptop with a soft click. âCome to bed love, the story will still be here in the morningâ he whispered quietly before standing back up to head back towards the bedroom.
After a moment I got up to follow, the moonlight catching on the ring on my finger. I paused for a moment, smiling down at the ring, and just watching the way the moonlight seemed to bounce off the crystals. âyes it will..â I whispered quietly, a content sigh leaving my lips before I followed him to bed.
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the end!! For now, or, at least, until I can think of more to add onto it
After you boyfriend Randy is tragically murdered, Billy is determined to be the shoulder you cry on.
A/N: Been sitting on this idea for a while. Please read the tags, and minors DNI!
Word count: 3.6K
Tags: SMUT / DUB-CON / Dacryphilia / Manipulation / Grief / Unprotected sex / Creampies / Loss of virginity / Corruption kink / Gaslighting / Misogyny / Reader has a vagina / Fingering
Randy Meeks was dead, and there was no way to change that. Â
Heâd been murdered, brutally; his body in tatters, bloody mess left on the stockroom floor of the video store heâd worked at. Police had said it was a homicide, just another in a series of attacks by the infamous masked âGhostfaceâ killer that had been running around Woodsboro. The whole town, your friend group included, had been speculating the person â or peopleâs - identity, wondering if they were male or female, old or young, insider or outsider...either way, the sole question was why. Why Woodsboro? Why now? Why your friends? Â
The simple answer â in Randyâs case at least â was that you were living in a classic horror movie, in which none of you would get out of alive unless you followed the rules, (which was the sole reason why you hadnât slept with him during your relationship) but that particular answer was far from satisfying to you. First Sidneyâs mother had disappeared, next was Casey and her boyfriend, soon followed by Sidneyâs father, Tatum, Randy and Sidney herself, leaving only you to remain. You were, as Randy would dub it, âthe final girlâ.Â
And you hated it. Randy painted these women as strong, brave, heroic, even, but you were far from it; instead worn down and shattered by the massacre of those closest to you over the past six months. There was a reason that the term was only reserved for the movies; it was too difficult, maybe even downright impossible to be able to fight back in real life, especially when it had happened so constantly and so close to home. There were few words you had to speak anymore, and when you did you found that they were only able to materialise around Billy Loomis.Â
Billy, and his friend Stu Macher were the only of those that remained. Randy wouldâve chalked it down to it being intentional, but the only pattern you could see was that they were killing âboy-girl-boy-girlâ, which meant either of the two couldâve been next.Â
So, imagine your shock â and horror â when Stu had gone missing, leaving nothing but a bloodied shoe in his wake. It was the only death of your friends that you hadnât been to; no morgue visits or ceremonies, with Billy choosing to spend the day with you after he claimed that the Macherâs had just wanted family at his funeral. You wouldâve been hurt, but considering youâd spent the past few months feeling like a curse, you were rather happy to keep your distance.Â
âThanks for staying with meâŚâ you sighed, rubbing your red eyes. Youâd been crying over Randy again, and although Billy wasnât someone who liked dealing with emotions, heâd been a shoulder to cry on â literally â his silence giving you space to vent. âIâm sorry, Iâm such a messâŚâÂ
âI think youâre taking this too hard,â he said simply, watching you intently as you tried to compose yourself. âNone of this is your fault. There are psychos everywhere.âÂ
âYeah, but why us? How am I still here?â you gasped, the question blatantly rhetorical. Â
âLuck. And skill. Youâve been in the right place at the right time,â he sniffed. âMaybe the killer doesnât want you dead...âÂ
âOh, thatâs comforting.â You scoffed, dabbing at your nose with a tissue. He didnât reply, but he tapped his finger impatiently along the edge of the sofa as his eyes roamed your body. Â
You used to be such a sweet little thing; always dolled up in your signature clothes and makeup, but now you were timid, a recluse, even, walking around in Randyâs old shirts and running on two hours of sleep (if that). He couldnât argue â solely because heâd been the one to cause this - but in time heâd get you back to the way you were. In fact, he mightâve even enjoyed this broken version of you even more; with swollen lips, a melancholy glow, and a psyche that was desperate for affection that only your former boyfriend couldâve given to you.Â
Killing Randy had been exhilarating. Itâd been all too easy, the boy practically boasted about his job (and therefore his schedule), and then it had been down to hiding in the stock room on his late shift, only to lunge at him from the shadows, pointed blade digging in and ravaging his pale flesh, all the while he screamed â even cried â your name. That was your knight in shining armour, a guy whoâd failed to follow the rules he swore to live by. Pathetic.Â
Heâd shown him his face right before he died, remembering the way his eyes, though dull and rubber like a fish, had seemingly shone with recognition. Heâd put the pieces together, simply far too late.Â
âDonât worry, Randy,â heâd said. âIâll take good care of your little girlfriend.âÂ
Even in his moribund state, the nerd had known what heâd meant, his eyes flickering with worry just as the life had snapped out of him, the whole situation comically cinematic. All that was next was to kill Sidney, the girl that Randy adored before youâd even transferred to Woodsboro. It was simple; Sidney was collateral, and you were a spoil of war. And there was no one left to save you.Â
âI think you should go outside,â Billy said bluntly. âBeing inside all day isnât good for your head.âÂ
You sighed and wiped your face, glancing around your living room. Truthfully, you couldnât remember the last time youâd opened the curtains; much less when was the last time youâd gotten off the couch. The television was always on, and youâd done nothing but aimlessly flick through the channels, both avoiding yet drawing yourself to the news, hoping thereâd be an update on the killer. It struck you as odd that it had all gone silent.Â
âLike...Where?â you said incredulously, and Billy resisted the urge to sigh.Â
âWe could go to the movies,â he suggested. âItâll be on me. Iâll even let you watch those terrible romance ones with the sappy endings.âÂ
You seemed to perk up at this, glancing over at the time on the clock across the room. It was 6:15, and if you showered quick enough (and found some clean, unwrinkled clothes) you could make it to a random seven oâclock screening. It was kind enough that Billy was here with you, but offering to take you to a romance film took selfishness out of the question â he was a true friend, treating you in the same way he had Sidney.
You, like many others, had joked about how perfect he was, often wishing that Randy had been the same way. Heâd been nice, without a doubt, but sometimes he was erratic and clingy (some would say annoying), whereas Billy was far more level-headed and relaxed, evident through his constant support. It was time for you to smile, even if it would be temporary.Â
âOkay...â You whispered with a weak smile, standing to your feet. âGive me a minute, Iâm just gonna freshen up.â  Â
Billyâs deep brown eyes followed your figure as you walked past him and disappeared up the stairs. Sitting for a moment, he stared at the blaring screen of the television before shutting it off. Considering your state, heâd been surprised that it had been that easy, but apparently all it took for a girl to come around was the promise of a free outing and cliche love stories. The silence was telling â your parents werenât around â and he pondered your reaction to his arrival in your bedroom...for company, of course.Â
Pushing himself up from the couch, he followed you, his shoes barely making a noise as he made his way up the steps before stopping at your bedroom door, being a gentleman and taking his shoes off before he entered. A crack of light from the doorway of the bathroom told him that it was occupied, and so he took it as a signal to enter your threshold, wasting no time in rummaging through your drawers. Â
He ran his lithe fingers over the outlines of your bra, following the soft cotton and curved shape as he imagined holding your tits in his hands, groping and tugging on them as you rode his cock, screaming and moaning his name so loudly that you forgot all about your idiot boyfriend.
It was the same with your panties, except he wanted to cut them off you, to watch as your legs trembled from trying to avoid the blade; only to get nipped, ruby rivulets trickling down your thighs. Heâd rub it, smear the substance across your skin as he tried to soothe you, your fluids coating his skin and fingernails, only to been mixed with the translucent l cream of your orgasm â over and over and over again. Â
Sitting down on the edge of your bed, he waited for you to come in, raising his brows at your squeal upon seeing him. You were only in a dressing gown, with your bra peeking out of the sides of the fluffy material. If he wasnât already hard, he certainly was now.Â
âBilly!â You gasped. âI told you to wait downstairs!âÂ
âI got bored,â he shrugged. âI wanted to see more of you.âÂ
You gave him a pointed look as you scraped your earrings off the dresser, clipping them on as you paced around the room in search of an outfit. Â
âYou know me,â you chuckled. âWeâve been friends for a year.âÂ
âYeah, but do you ever really know someone?â He said softly, his gaze locked on your own as he cocked his head, blinking slowly at your confused expression. There was something unsettling about his tone, and you couldnât help but think back to one of Randyâs many pained rants: âNever trust anyone. Everyoneâs a suspect, even the love interest!â Did he know something you didnât, or was he just being his typical, elusive self?
âI mean, come on now, Y/N. Look around. Thereâs no one leftâŚjust us. I think itâs time we got to know each-other.âÂ
Pulling on some pants under your gown, you frowned.Â
âWhatâre you saying?âÂ
âWe should be closer than we are,â he said softly, reaching out a hand to fiddle with the strap of your gown leisurely, his eye contact fleeting, but coy. âHow else are we going to get through this?âÂ
Your eyes widened, and you gave Billy a once over as you contemplated the implications of his words. Heâd never really been that much of the touchy type up until now, and it couldnât be coincidental that all of a sudden heâd become so close to you. Perhaps it was the stress; the trauma of losing his friends that made him feel like he needed to fill the void. Or maybe it was genuine, that he wanted to stick through this real-life tragedy with you. Why else would he stay the long nights and weekends, watching TV with you or offering you his snacks? Â
âY-Youâre a good friend,â you stammered. âReally. But I just donât know if I can let anyone close to me anymore. What if you get killed!?â You choked, and Billy pulled you to the side of him, pressing your head into the crook of his neck as you sobbed. Tracing small circles on your back, he let you fix yourself before he pulled away, staring into your eyes as he spoke.Â
âIâm not going anywhere,â he said softly. âI promise. And you know why?âÂ
You shook your head.Â
âI spoke to Randy a few days before he died. He was paranoid â you know how he was â I guess you could say that he had a sense he was going to dieâŚâ Billy paused, eyes flickering with recognition before he swallowed and continued. ââŚHe said that if anything were to happen to him, that I should be the one to take care of you. He knew how close you were with Sidney, and sheâd have wanted the same.âÂ
Shakily, your lips parted as you took a breath. Sidney, like many others, had always gushed about how sweet Billy was â particularly how patient heâd been when itâd come to having sex. It would only be logical for them to say that, given the fact that Stu was the only other candidate. No one else wouldâve stuck beside you, putting up with your weeks of moping and incessant crying. It was only right that you started giving him some thanks. After all, he was all you had left.Â
âO-okay,â you smiled softly before wrinkling your nose. You were so close to Billy that strands of his hair was grazing against your face, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne â icy, yet comforting. âIâm sorry,â you sighed. âI guess I got so wrapped up in thinking about Randy that I havenât really been grateful to you. Come on, letâs go out ââÂ
âThis isnât about the movies.â Billy interjected, his brows slightly wrinkled. âThis is about you. Youâre a girl, and you have needs.â Â
You froze, always worried it would come to this. Â
âI canât let you do that,â you said affirmatively. âYou were with Sidney, she was my friend ââÂ
âSheâs gone now,â he said, zero inklings of emotion detected within his voice. âJust like Randyâs gone. I have needs too, you know. Youâre not really being a good friend by ignoring them.âÂ
âBillyâŚâÂ
âYou mean a lot to me,â he continued, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing it in a slow but enticing manner. âI think about you a lot. I want to do more to help youâŚbut youâre not letting me.âÂ
You knew it was wrong to go there, but part of you knew that he had a point. There was no use in festering in misery; Randy, Sidney and the rest of your friends were gone for good, and there was ultimately nothing that would change that. All you could do was focus on what you had now, and that was Billy; patient, willing, and ready to carry out the wishes of your deceased friends. You just had to let him in.Â
Silently, you nodded, and he took that as confirmation to kiss you. His lips were warm and wanting, but certainly felt unfamiliar, and you found that it took you a while to find a suitable rhythm. Billy wasted no time in pushing you back onto the bed, kissing down your neck as he straddled you, the faint outline of his hardening cock brushing against your covered leg. His hands lingered on the tie of your robe, glancing down at it with a smirk before pulling it undone, exposing your semi-nude torso to the cool air of the bedroom.Â
Your heart leapt out of your chest; not because what you were doing was taboo, but because youâd never done it before. You were about to lose your virginity to your dead friendâs boyfriend â something that your cloudy mind couldnât comprehend. Â
âYouâre beautiful,â he whispered, leaving love bits on your chest as his fingers slipped under your bra and pinching and rubbing at the surrounding skin and sensitive nipples. âRandy didnât know what he hadâŚâÂ
Letting out a moan, you allowed yourself to be consumed by him, pushing off his open button-up so that he was left in his white shirt. He didnât look much, but his arms were surprisingly muscular, and you found yourself tracing along the outlines of his skin, inadvertently pulling him closer. Â
Billy pulled away, a smirk visible on his face as he unzipped his pants, sliding his trousers to his ankles before readjusting himself on the bed. Taking your hand, he guided you off the bed and brought you to your feet.Â
âStrip for me,â he lulled, watching you intently for a reaction. âI want to see how pretty you areâŚâÂ
Nervously, you peeled the robe off your body, dropping it to the floor at the edge of your bed before undoing your pants, all under the watchful, jaded eyes of Billy Loomis. As cliched as it sounded, you felt like a bride on her wedding night, nerves released by Billyâs soothing coos and gentle touch. He patted the bed â yours, which you seemed to forget â and you laid down, taking laboured breaths as his brown locks disappeared between your thighs, skin breaking into goosebumps as he slid your panties down your legs.Â
âYouâre wet...â he hummed, placing his index and middle together before rubbing your hood in small, deliberate circles. âI think you wanted me more than you let on.âÂ
âB-Billy...â you gasped, shutting your eyes at the pleasurable sensation. âI-Iâve never...âÂ
âShh, I know, I know...â he whispered, his touch becoming rougher as he prodded and spread your lips apart, admiring your insides like some sort of fucked-up doctor. â âM gonna make you feel good, but you need a little practise first...âÂ
Billy began to finger you, withdrawing his digits every so often to admire the way the slickness of your arousal coated his skin, glossy and translucent, the feeling second only to the blood of his victims on his skin. As he curled his fingers within you, he found that you began to shake and clench; your orgasm abruptly evident.
As much as he wanted to indulge in it, he wanted to savour you â and so pulled his fingers out, earning a breathy whine from you. Hastily, he lowered his boxers, his erect cock jutting out like a weapon as he stalked you, pushing your body deep into the pillows as he straddled you.Â
âD-Do you have protection...?â you whispered meekly, and Billy couldâve came right there and then at the sight of you, lips parted and begging to be kissed as you gazed at him through your lashes. Â
âNo...â he replied, watching the fear wash over your face. âBut itâs ok. I was safe with Sidney, and youâve never had sex, right? That means youâre good.âÂ
Biting your lip, you debated protesting, but found it wasn't worth it. You wanted him â needed this â and you were already sinning by fucking your dead friendsâ boyfriend. What did unprotected sex have on that?Â
âYouâre right,â you said with a small smile, puffing your cheeks as you prepared for him to enter you. âBe gentle...âÂ
âI wouldnât dream of hurting you,â he said firmly, eyes unblinking as he adjusted himself at your entrance, the edge of his cock grazing against your folds. âWeâre in this together, remember?âÂ
You knew he meant it when he kissed you upon his penetration, his lips swallowing your whine as he entered you. He wasnât by any means a stallion â simply averaged sized â but he filled you almost instantly, a dull ache forming around your walls as he began to thrust his hips up into you. If this was what sex was like; rhythmic, passionate, if not a little sharp-edged, then you were partially sad that you hadnât got to experience it with Randy...the remaining deeply selfish part of you glad that it was with Billy.Â
He seemed to know every part of you, where to kiss, where to rub, where to hold â when to slow down and when to quicken, all adorned with his sweet nothings that he spoke into your neck, ever so occasionally peering up at you through his lashes, his exact thoughts elusive to you. He cared, right? Why else would he hold you so close to him, kiss your collarbone, rub and soothe your thighs as he rolled his hips deeper, your pelvises slapping against each other in the heat of the moment?Â
âYouâre so tight,â he moaned as your lips gripped his bare shaft. âSo good to me...Taking me so well...âÂ
You whined, the sound getting lost under the slight creaking of the bed and the rustle of your bedsheets, tightening your arms around his neck as you drew him closer into you and running a hand through his hair. Billy was thankful, thankful that you couldnât see his shit-eating smirk from this position onto of you, but much more for Randy; as if he hadnât had been such a paranoid nerd, he wouldnât have had the opportunity to imprint himself on you forever.Â
His strokes were deep and fulfilling, the head of his cock beginning to buck up into your g-spot, pleasure made more overwhelming as he reached down again to rub at your clit. It was dark, somewhat twisted, but it was perfect; and you could actually feel your anxieties disappear entirely. Who was Randy? Had you ever really loved him?Â
Even amongst your white haze as you got closer to the heat of your orgasm, you were able to make out the sound of a lock opening. Your eyes shot open, trying to piece together footsteps and visible signs of entry â Billy had been the only one to come in, perhaps heâd forgotten to lock the door? Or maybe it was your parents, home early from their outing? Worse, maybe it was the killer, dead on arrival like the Grim Reaper as soon as youâd gone against the rules and had sex.Â
âBilly ââ you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as his cock hit your sensitive spot. âThe doorâŚI-I think someoneâs hereâŚâÂ
âShh, youâre okayâŚâ he murmured into your ear. âI didnât hear anythingâŚâÂ
A plunging, shaking feeling consumed you as you came, half-lidded eyes making out the shape of a gloved hand and knife creeping from behind the door. Instinctively, you opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came from it. All you could do was lie there, throat parched and the air knocked out of your lungs as you watched the figure enter the room; not hooded, masked or even bloody â but taking the shape and form of a tall, lanky boy with blonde hair.Â
there are some people on here who, when they followed me back, I got excited about as if they were a celebrity. and when I think about it, it's kinda sweet how we do that here, and so much more special than celebrity crushes. To be starstruck by someone when they're sharing their personal, more private self. You're famous to me for just being you.
