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♱ in my restless dreams...

…I see that town. Silent Hill. You promised you'd come back again someday. But you never did. Well, I'm alone there now...

One wrong turn can truly cost your life. The map gets lost, roads loop around, and every sign leads to the same town. Empty and eerie, with a dull sound bouncing off the walls every night. A voice of your long-gone lover, whom you left years ago.

a part of slutty (slasher) summer

˖♱ ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Pyramid Head!Toji Fushiguro x Ex!Reader ꒱

˖♱ ݁˖ content & warnings: ꒰ Silent Hill AU :: not accurate with the game :: set in late 80s :: small town mystery :: horror :: yandere motifs :: obsessiveness :: possessiveness :: psycho ex Toji :: like PSYCHO :: guilt tripping :: manipulation :: blood :: murders :: mentions of past kidnapping :: side character's death (someone from jjk) :: memory loss :: reader is also a bit crazy :: rough sex :: belly bulges :: HEAVY breeding kink :: it's kinda nasty :: Toji is MONSTROUS :: like two meters tall and super heavy :: 10.6K WORDS ꒱

˖♱ ݁˖ notes: I pondered whether I should post this story. It seemed a bit too dark and bloody at first, and really freaky, but I decided it's a horror, so the horror vibe should be kept...

"I love you so much, baby."

His deep-voiced kisses warmed the skin of your neck.

"I love you so fucking much."

Big hands gripped your hips tighter. Massive body leaned towards your arched back, lips leaving drenched kisses along your spine.

"My beautiful girl, my love."

He moved your body with a brutal tenderness, letting another moan escape your throat. The darkness of the tiny room blinded your sight; the bed hit the old walls, the wood coming off with a pinching needle.

His warm breath mixed with your cries, chest pressed to your back, pounding with the warmth and maddening adoration. The deep thrusts made your spine tingle, eyes looking over your shoulder only to get covered by the petal kisses of his.

"Tell me how much you love me." He demanded, biting into your shoulder. "Baby, tell me you'll never leave me."

Your answer came through the thick fog, inaudible and incomprehensible. Whatever you said, he chuckled, a low groan in your ear.

You said something - a name.

But its letters fell into something unclear, confusing. Swelling your heart in an utterly familiar way, yet long-forgotten by your mind.

"I won't," you cried, feeling a strong arm wrap around your neck. "I won't leave, you…"

A low chuckle tickled your earlobe as the thrusts grew faster. More brutal, waving your body through the mattress, with a few little kisses of sunshine wrapping your holding hands.

"Wake up, baby," he whispered. "Wake up…"

"Hey, wake up!" Someone pinched your arm, immediately bringing you back from the deep slumber.

The car was rolling slowly along the forest road, all your friends arguing about something that was still understandable to your still-dizzy mind.

A low "Auch" slipped past your lips when Shoko accidentally hit your ribs with an elbow.

"Sorry," she sighed, bending double to check whether the thing they were all looking for was under the seat. "It's not here either."

Suguru, in the driver's seat, sighed and slammed his fist against the wheel. "Satoru, you're such an fucking idiot."

Cursing in the passenger seat, Satoru checked his bag again and again before opening the glove box. Long fingers searched through the condoms and stacks of cigarettes, still not finding the thing everyone was frantically looking for.

"I swear, I left it here," Satoru groaned, pointing at the box.

"What's going on?" You murmured, peeking at Shoko, pinching the bridge of her nose.

She sighed. "Satoru lost the map."

Your eyes widened and lips fell open as you shot a deathly look towards your friend. "What?! Satoru, please tell me you're joking!"

He looked over his shoulder. Milky hair brushed his forehead, and ocean eyes were already squinted in irritation. "I told all of you that giving me a map is not a good idea!"

Utahime, sitting next to Shoko, snorted, and Choso, with Yuki occupying the third row of the van, joined her with mumbled groans.

"Are you five? How could you lose the map?" Utahime groaned, pressing palms to her eyes. "Oh my god, so what now?"

You felt a shiver drip down your spine as the sizzling sun, which had burned your skin just moments before, slipped into a slumber and suddenly disappeared. Instead, a fog rose. It curled and wrapped around Suguru's old van, which was meant to take you straight to the campsite. The rest of the group should already be there, but you still had about two hours of driving.

"Look, the road can't be that fucking complicated," Yuki said, pulling herself up and resting her arms on your headrest. "Let's just drive straight until we find another petrol station. I'm sure they'll have some maps."

Suguru bit the inside of his cheek, cursing under his breath. "We're lost. I know it because that's the third time I've passed this car park."

Everyone leaned towards the right side of the car, following the small spot. The low, stony wall separated it from the slippery cliff overlooking a dense forest. A small body of water, a lake of some sort, peeked through the bending trees, yet the fog was too dense to see it clearly.

He stopped the van at the parking lot, no other soul around.

You wiped your eyes and yawned, opening the van's heavy door.

The air felt cold and crisp, sending shivers down your spine and pinching naked arms with little needles. You took the hoodie from your suitcase, pulling the soft, pinkish material over your top-clothed body. You stepped into the muddy pool in the white trainers, and a groany sigh slipped past your lips as you walked towards the stony wall.

Shoko joined you, a thin cigarette already lit between her fingers, before taking the first draw.

"I did not prepare clothes for such nasty weather," Utahime joined you, curling herself into Shoko's side. "Fuck, where the hell are we? It's been only an hour since we entered the forest. I was literally melting on that station."

Satoru and Suguru were still snapping at each other inside the car, while Choso and Yuki settled on the hood. With an old map from five years ago that was found in the trunk, they started scribbling a new one. They fought like an old couple, with Choso trying to draw neat lines and Yuki pointing her finger at the roads which were no longer used.

You chuckled, turning back to admire the heavy, misty view unfolding before your eyes. A gentle wind carried whispers, and an earthy smell tickled your nostrils. Your foot kicked the little pebble as it rolled and rolled, till it finally fell through the crack in an old stony wall. Trees whistled, a few branches creaking under the gentle mass of the rising fog.

"Are you okay?" Shoko's low voice suddenly brought you back.

Your head turned, a weak smile tugging on your lips. "Yeah, just a bad dream."

Grey smoke curled around her sweet face, brushed with long chestnut hair, slumber eyes trying to decode the restlessness beaming from your gaze.

"You were talking through your sleep."

Another pebble fell down the cliff as you kicked them one by one. Hands deep in the warm sweatpants, you thanked the god for wearing them instead of the shorts.

"Really? Sorry, sometimes it happens."

Shoko hummed, her voice laced with a hint of disbelief. Sometimes.

"You were repeating someone's name."

You bit the plush inside of your cheek, still looking down at your muddy shoes. A visible feeling of curiosity beamed off her eyes, while lips curled around the head of the cigarette. Another cloud of smoke mixed with the fog before she shyly, almost awkwardly, brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

You could already sense her next questions. After all, you've been friends for the past four years, and she'd never heard the name you sometimes repeated in your sleep.

Years of sharing the rented apartment, years of hearing your wailings and cries, always leading to one word only.

"So," she started, helping you kick the pebbles through the crack in the wall. "Do you want to share who's To–"

"Hey everyone!" Choso suddenly called, immediately getting your attention.

Shoko's lips fell into an awkward line before she turned with a muttered curse. In the depth of your mind, you thanked Choso for the timing and whispered, "Sorry, let's talk later," to your dear friend.

"What is it?" Suguru asked, slamming his van's door.

Everyone walked closer to Choso and Yuki, crouching over the old map.

"Here," Choso's finger landed on a crossed mark. "That's where we currently are. And here is the road we should take," he traced the thin line, at some point going outside the forest.

"Great, then let's go," Satoru clasped, turning back towards the passenger's seat.

"Wait," Choso muttered with furrowed brows. "The problem is, this forest road was cut off years ago. We shouldn't even be here. In fact, after leaving the gas station, we were supposed to go here," his finger pointed at the road that went around the dense forest, far away from the coastline stretching behind your hunched backs.

A low fuck slipped past Suguru's lips as he gave a bitter laugh. Satoru took a step back, both hands high in the air – either ready to fight the wrath bubbling beneath Suguru's chest or trying to justify himself for the tenth time.

"I didn't tell you to go through the forest."

Suguru shot him a glare as he bit the soft inside of his cheek. The gentle wind brushed his dishevelled hair, and lavender eyes squinted at his friend.

"I know. I just naturally thought we were supposed to go this way," he squatted with a sigh, head hanging low between his slumped shoulders. "Should we go back to the station?"

"Actually…" Utahime's pitched voice slashed through the foggy air as she pointed her finger at something down the stony wall. "I see a silhouette of the church. Maybe there's a city we can check. I guess they will know the way out of the forest."

Choso's forehead wrinkled as he looked at the map more closely. Finger tracing the point you were supposed to be at, before a faint oh fell from his lips.

"You're right. There is some town here," his hazelnut eyes squinted, a few locks of long hair brushed the pale cheek. "But I can't read the name. There's a coffee stain."

He glanced up at Yuki's cherry cheeks.

"Sorry," she giggled. "I may or may not have spilt a few droplets on it this morning."

She kissed his cheek with a sweet pout before hugging the hoodie closer around her arms. The weather wasn't strictly cold, yet an unpleasant chill bit at everyone's skin, and a nippy fog gently hugged the shivering bodies.

There was something utterly grim yet beautiful about it. The way it floated with an unbothered air, as if gliding over the serene lake and the humming trees long before the dimmed light kissed the chilly earth. It rose high, hugging your ankles, calves, and thighs, as if slowly smooching your skin with frozen kisses.

It moved with you and changed with you, each step dissipating the weak puffs of hazy gloominess before it wrapped itself around you again.

You hid hands in the pockets before covering head with a hood.

"Should we go then?" Shoko sighed, squinting to see the pointed, crossed roof of the church. "Maybe they also have a new map."

A set of old wooden stairs led down towards the little town settled deep in the forest. You had no other option, so, with a heavy sigh, Suguru took a few things from the trunk.

"Here," he said, giving you, Choso, and Utahime a flashlight. "Try not to twist your ankle on this mud."

That said, he slowly walked down the stairs.

A drenched, narrow forest path led deeper into the woods. Trees bent and creaked wickedly over your bodies, humming the melody of long-forgotten memories. Each step rose a wet squelch into the air, as all of you walked in silence, following Suguru carefully.

He bickered with Satoru like an old couple, murmurs and hisses being the only sounds that mixed with the scrape of the old branches.

And as you walked, with each step wetter than the last and the narrow path nearing closer to the old church, something in your chest panged.

Head felt dizzy, almost heavy, as if the trees you passed, the leaves sticking to your shoes, the earthy smell and the old, stony church were a part of some distant memory. The one you tried to forget for a long, long time, as if your mind had simply erased it.

A name of some sort was at the tip of your tongue.

And the deeper you walked, the closer it was slipping towards your lips.

The silence stretched as you left the dense forest and walked next to the first glimmers of the town. Abandoned ranches, a windmill, a cemetery, a church that stood tall and spooky, towering over the gravelly road.

"Why is the fog getting denser?" Utahime shivered, trying to disperse it with her hand. "What is this place?"

Solely shadows and silhouettes appeared on the horizon, with a few more old ranches passing by as you walked deeper. There was no way to tell where you were or which way you were going – the land was cold and wrapped in fog, leaving no option but to immerse yourself blindly.

Something sinister hung in the air. Something that made your chest tighten and tongue fill the inside of the cheek, as if those two words you tried to remember were already tickling its tip.

"Is that a fucking cemetery?" Satoru muttered before he tripped over the small grave. "Fuck, sorry."

Suguru lit the way with the flashlight, casting a few flickers towards the old, long-forgotten tombs.

You've read them, one by one, each letter feeling almost familiar. As if some of them were already deeply carved into your mind, yet closed by a mysterious spell of some sort.

S… the name surely had an s…

"Choso, are you sure we're going the right way?" Satoru asked, instantly pulling a snort from Suguru's throat.

"That's rich coming from you," he muttered, ignoring his friend's deadly glare.

Choso lit the map, hazelnut eyes squinting as if trying to check your position. But as it was rather clear – he couldn't. For the town was simply too small and too unknown for the map to show its narrow, old roads exactly.

"We're on a good path. I guess."

"It's not like we have any other option," Yuki muttered, a grim tugging on her lips as she traced all the neglected stones. "But looking at this place, I'm not sure whether there's any civilisation."

And there was also an H… yes… S and H…

"A ghost town?" Shoko wondered out loud, lighting another cigarette. "That sounds fun."

Utahime, wrapped around her arm, trembling and shivering either from the cold or from fear, furrowed her brow. "Don't say that! This place is terrifying. I would much rather go back to the gas station."

S… hmm… S-s-s-s…

A light pinch to your arm brought you back from your thoughts, and you quickly looked at Shoko. She pushed Utahime towards Yuki, then slowed her pace and led you to the back.

"Are you okay? You're doing this again," she said, hooking her arm under yours.

Grey smoke mixed with the fog, its density only worsening. You didn't even notice she was observing your crazy, private murmurs to yourself all this time, and so a warmth kissed your neck.

"Just tired," you lied, sending her a weak smile. "It's just that…" I feel like I know this place. "I didn't get much sleep. I'm fine."

She pouted, taking another long drag. Her cheeks flushed sweetly beneath the chilly pinching, arms brushed yours. Lying to her felt horrible, nipping little needled into your aching chest.

Yet explaining the sudden fog that filled your mind seemed too difficult. First of all, it was something you wished to unravel yourself – this eerie sensation that tried to guide you towards a memory that warmed your heart with a pleasant flame.

Similar to the one you felt during the dream – hot and tender, with the name of the man who traced the loving kisses down your weeping spine.

The man who felt so familiar yet distant, plaguing your dreams for the past year. His face was never there, as if your mind had simply erased it.

"If you say so," Shoko sighed. "Oh, everyone. There's some board over there!"

All three lighters turned to a washed-green metal sign and… and your heart stopped.

"Silent Hill," Suguru read.

The air felt as if it had suddenly slipped into something heavier, colder, sending a wave of shivers through everyone's spines.

"Silent indeed," Satoru tried to relax the atmosphere, yet his pale cheeks turned cherry-red.

Silent Hill.

A soft, almost inaudible oh fell past your lips, yet everyone turned their heads to peek at your frozen, plagued-by-dread face.

With eyes bulging and lower lip trembling, you shifted your gaze from the old sign and looked farther towards the road. The fogged houses, abandoned and wrecked, looked so familiar. The mill, the church, the weeping willow hanging somewhere on the horizon. Long, slender branches weeping silently as the fog brushed them gently.

Something in your mind unlocked.

A memory of something, someone. And with it, the various sensations washed over you one by one. Dread of a sort, yet mixed with the passion that swelled your heart with the maddening, almost threatening temptation.

"What is it?" Shoko asked, squeezing your arm. "Do you know this place?"

A minute had passed before your short nod made everyone take a deep, whistling breath.

"It's my home," you mumbled, taking a step closer.

You walked slowly along the concrete road, with nothing but fog guiding you farther into the familiar, earthy smell swirling in the chilly air.

"Your home–"

Yuki started, but you quickly interrupted. "I was born here. I left this place five years ago, just before going for graduate school."

"Why?" Utahime tilted her head as everyone passed the old sign and followed you deep into the town.

You shrugged, passing the old university, now looking more deserted than ever. The old, creamy building was coated in dark smoke, as if someone had attempted to burn it.

Some memories, old and eerie, flashed through your mind, but you simply couldn't piece them together into a coherent picture. As if whatever happened here, in the town where you spent over twenty years of your life, was too scarring for your mind to remember.

As if the horrors you went through simply vanished from your memory, as if blotted out by the thick, unremovable marker.

You bit the inside of your cheek, feeling the unpleasant sensation squeezing your heart.

"I don't know," you answered honestly. "My parents told me I had an accident just after finishing my bachelor's degree. I only remember my life after moving cities. Whatever happened here…" you sighed, seeing that the hospital, built of deep red brick, was also half-burnt. "I don't know. They never talked about it."

Suguru and Satoru looked into some old cars standing freely by the road, as if looking for any sign of life.

But it seemed that the city had been abandoned for a long, long time, leaving nothing but the mist and tattered buildings.

"I don't think we'll find anything useful here," Choso sighed, opening another car's door. "I just don't understand why everyone suddenly left. Some of those cars probably still work." He slipped inside and grabbed something. "You see? Someone's purse, with the ID and everything. Why would you leave it behind?"

It was quite clear that none of you wished to be here anymore. That the goosebumps rose on your skins and foggy breaths escaped with a shudder.

The air was slipping into something eerie, wicked – not quite cold, but tingling your spines with the sense that lingering here any longer would do you no good.

"We should go back…" Utahime whispered, cuddling into Shoko's arm. "I don't feel good here."

"Well, why won't we at least visit your old home? Maybe you'll find something to bring back your memories."

"And we also need a few more batteries," Suguru murmured, shaking his slowly fading flashlight. "Let's look around, okay? But please don't walk alone anywhere."

You didn't remember exactly where you lived. But it seemed that your feet did, as after a few minutes you all found yourselves standing beneath the crimson-brick gate of an old apartment complex. No more than five floors, with the weeping windows and wet ivy curling around the empty frames.

Another tingling ran down your spine, as if to let you know it was here. That was the place you called home five years ago. Before you woke up in another city, with hazy memories of a life so strange, your mind simply decided to leave it alone.

A small garden curled around the building. The withered trees hung over the grimy windows; ivy covered the full length of the black metal gate. You pushed it gently, sending a high-pitched creak through the air.

Leaves swirled in the thick mist, falling gently onto the grey earth as you took the first steps inside.

"I don't remember on which floor my apartment was," you murmured, opening the old, crimson door.

Leading you all right into the long building. The fog slipped around you, marking the old, dusty rugs covering the creaking wooden planks. The air inside smelled musty and damp, yet much warmer than the chill spiralling outside. As if the heating was still active, with warmth running through the pipes connecting the abandoned apartments.

Two pairs of stairs led towards different parts of the building, and so you all looked at each other with the what now painting your tensed faces.

"Okay, me, Satoru, Yuki and Choso will go and look for some batter," Suguru said. "You, Shoko and Utahime will try to find your apartment."

"That's not fair. Why is no man coming with us?" Utahime snorted, wrapping her jumper more tightly around her goosebumped shoulders.

Satoru chuckled and slipped, "Because you have Shoko," before a low ouch followed after the brunette hit the back of his head.

"Anyways," Suguru sighed, pulling Satoru to his side. Like a naughty child who always needed a trusted adult around. "Let's meet here in thirty minutes. And please, don't leave this building no matter what. If you get lost in this fog, then it's over."

With brief nods, all of you went your way. You, Shoko and Utahime, climbed the left side, as something deep in your gut, a sense of sorts, led you towards it.

And the truth was that – you didn't know what to expect.

Your memories were slowly returning. Of Brookhaven Hospital, of Rosewater Park just passed, of Heaven's Night Club, which seemed to whisper tricksters' hints, as if wishing you to remember all the evenings you spent there. Drunk and giggly, always hanging on someone's shoulder, never on the one who haunted your dreams.

And the man, whoever he was, seemed to be a piece of the larger puzzle.

His low voice still swirling at the back of your mind. Heavy body pressing against yours, as you lay in the small, cosy room. With the sun or rain or fog slipping through the cracked window, as the seasons outside changed through all within one dream.

Sometimes, he kissed you during winter.

Another time, fucked amid the dark, rainy autumn.

When the feverish heat coated your bodies with the sheen of sweat, he promised his life to you over the deep, summer night. With the grasshoppers peeking through the thin blinds, and your mind registering nothing but the pleasure he bestowed upon your slumbered body.

And the farther you walked into the building, the more you seemed to recognise.

Because the room from your dreams must've been here.

You walked up the second floor, taking careful, quiet steps and checking every apartment with a flashlight, each and every corner.

Sometimes, a mouse crossed your path. A cockroach warmed itself next to the heating radiator, while the yellow lights flickered over the long corridors. There were at least ten apartments per floor – each one you quickly checked, holding your breath as you walked in first.

Because after a while, being here felt almost natural. As if your body consciously remembered your way around. Fingers brushing the familiar handrails, flicking the creamy light buttons, walking the old, wooden stairs that creaked under your feet.

"It looks more like a hotel," Utahime murmured, checking herself in the hallway's dirty mirror.

"Because it was," you confirmed, walking up to the second floor. "But it was too expensive, and developers changed it into an apartment complex."

Shoko hummed, opening the first door of the second floor with a gentle push. "That would explain why it's so easy to get lost in here. And also, why some flats are so tiny."

You checked the second floor, then the third, and only when you went onto the fourth did your breath hitch.

Because at the very end of the corridor, a door was ajar.

With the warm, steady light spilling from the small crack.

The three of you looked at each other, each more scared than the other.

"Don't tell me…" Utahime started, her voice trembling as if she had walked a mile in the snowstorm.

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. "I think that's my apartment."

So you walked closer and closer and closer, each step careful and soft, as if you were afraid of awakening whatever resided inside the still-warmed flat.

And when you pushed the wooden door, nothing but a normal, cosy apartment spread before your eyes.

Opening right into the living room, with the sofa still intact and the crimson rugs hugging the clean floor. The kitchen, whose shelves seemed fine and almost full, with a soft buzz from the fridge filling the small space.

The little, round table stood in the middle, with a withered rose hanging low over the burnt candle.

You stepped inside, your eyes sweeping the place as if looking for the hint of life you had left there.

As if trying to see your past self spread on the green sofa. Or looking out at the garden from the balcony, with a cup of tea in your hand.

Maybe dreaming on the soft bed, filling the tiny bedroom fully. Till nothing but a single bedside table slipped neatly between the frame and the wall.

Your fingers brushed the slightly dusty dresser, and you noticed a few dusty pictures.

All of them showing you.

And a–

"Oh, was that your boyfriend?" Utahime gasped, grabbing one of them. "Oh gosh, so handsome!"

And handsome he was.

Much taller than you, with muscles bulging beneath the leather jacket and white T-shirt showing through his broad chest.

Short, raven hair brushed his forehead gently, ending just above the bottle-green eyes. Deep and lowered, looking right at your smiley figure, cuddled to his side.

A smirk tugged at his lips, and only then did you spot a nasty scar running across them.

He was… someone.

Someone dear, someone close, yet someone you should stay away from. The sheer sight of him made your heart swell with both inexplicable fondness and fear.

"I don't know," you muttered, brushing his face with your thumb.

Shoko was going through the search on her own, and when her frightened, trembling voice filled the silent apartment, both you and Utahime quickly made your way to her.

She sat at the kitchen table, with a few old newspapers lying on the wooden surface and her trembling fingers turning through them one by one.

A gentle, yellow light hung over her head, casting a soft glow on her bulging, chestnut eyes and fallen lips.

"I don't know who you were just talking about," she took a deep breath before turning one of the newspapers your way. "But if that's him, then your parents had a good reason to leave this town."

Your eyes traced a row of neatly printed letters. Turning into words of some sort, but the longer you read them, the less sense they made. They puzzled over a piece of something peculiar, almost eerie, that gave you a painful, pulsing headache.

Utahime gasped, covering her mouth with a hand.

Shoko sat frozen, following the changing expressions on your face, as you dropped onto another chair.

She said your name. Whispered, while Utahime placed a hand on your shoulder.

You didn't understand why.

Because the words on the paper, linking into a Five male students and one female bartender killed out of jealousy! still sounded incoherent.

And when your eyes moved onto another newspaper, the world started to swirl.

The jealous boyfriend strikes again – another three lives to mourn.

Kidnapping of the female student – the girl found after a week!

And when your eyes dropped onto the newspaper from five years ago, just a few weeks after you left – your breath hitched.

Murderer on the loose! The man who took the lives of eight male students and kidnapped his girlfriend escapes from jail.

And in each one of the articles, there was the same face.

The one who looked at you with unconditional love, as you nuzzled your cheek into his leather jacket and let the heavy arm wrap around your shoulder.

"Toji Fushiguro," Utahime read before giving you a quick look. "And the girl who was kidnapped…"

You nodded, still staring blankly at the piece of paper. "Yeah. That was me."

And yet you had no memories of the supposed days spent under lock and key.

No, but rather of something warm and fuzzy tickling your skin. Of the warm kisses peppering your neck, thighs, and breasts, as the same man hung over you, wrapping you in a protective embrace.

You couldn't tell, however, whether those were memories of sorts, or rather yet another dream that haunted your mind every single night.

A dream of you loving someone, and him loving you – in an utterly twisted, possessive yet true manner.

"Toji Fushiguro," the name spilt sweetly on your tongue, like a honeyed glaze that stuck to the inside of your cheeks.

Sounding familiar and almost lovable, ripping another large, foggy flake from your memory. And as it fell somewhere into the depths of your mind, the man's face, always hiding behind your arched back, suddenly became clear. The name you whispered in your dreams over and over again, stuck heavy to your throat.

Toji Fushiguro.

A man, a lover, a nightmare.

You bit the inside of your cheek, brushing with a thumb his printed face. Handsome, yet scarred with an intimidating look. Completely different from the voice that guided you sweetly in your dreams.

Before you could open your mouth, a loud, weeping scream filled the whole building, as if it were coming from the deepest, ripest parts of someone's lungs, sending a surge of shivers down your spine.

Shoko immediately stood up and walked towards the ajar door. She peeked through the little crack, as if waiting for another scream to bounce off the dark hallway's walls.

And when it came with the same intensity, you and Utahime joined her.

"It sounded like Yuki," Shoko whispered, lighting the old carpet with a trembling flashlight.

A shuddered breath escaped her throat as she tried to keep the hand steady. But it seemed impossible, with the metallic stench slowly rising above the floors and floating right your way.

"Should we check it?" Utahime asked, trying to hide herself behind the doorframe. "Let's find the rest and just get the hell out of this place. I'm going to start crying any second now.

And she was right, as her lip trembled in fear and fingers clenched Shoko's arm in a deadly grip.

You curled your hands into a fist and took a flashlight from Shoko's hands. "Follow me. There's a hallway linking both sides, we can join them through it."

In a slow, single file, you slipped out of the room, with Shoko gripping your arm and Utahime's muffled cries filling the silent corridor. Each of your steps left a creak as the carpet-clad floors wept under your trembling bodies.

The hallway felt never-ending, leading you through the darkness and ajar rooms – always empty and cold, very different from your still cosy apartment.

Something moved at the end of the corridor. Another weep pinched your spines, and this time, it wasn't Utahime.

All three of you froze in place when a few muffled voices came from a place nearby. Unpleasant whispers, dull sobs, sounding slightly familiar.

"Yuki?" You whispered, waiting a few seconds before calling, "Suguru?"

You took another step, although your two trembling friends made it almost impossible. Utahime didn't try to hide her tears anymore, weeping right into Shoko's hoodie. She, on the other hand, bit her lower lip hard, till a few droplets of crimson blood bubbled on her dry skin.

"Choso?" You whispered again, awaiting any sign that the voices you've just heard were not, in fact, your imagination.

Or something worse – unknown, eerie, befitting the mystery that hugged this town with the innocent, soft fog.

You took a few steps before something grabbed your arm and pulled all three of you into one of the rooms.

"What the–"

But before you could finish, someone's trembling hand covered your lips.

You would recognise that light hair everywhere. With chestnut eyes dancing madly and milky skin dirtied with some sticky liquid.

"S-shh-hh," Yuki whispered, pressing a crimson finger to her lips. "Don't s-say anything, f-fuck…" She quickly looked out the room before closing the door.

Someone gasped, and only then did you notice Choso sitting right next to her. Curled against the wall, with his head between his shoulders and muffled, low cries slipping past his trembling lips.

"Choso…" Shoko inhaled with a hiss before her trembling hand touched his shoulder. "Choso are you okay?"

When he looked up, all three of you froze.

With mouth agape and eyes wide as porcelain plates, he traced the crimson stench trickling down his cut eyebrow. His white shirt turned vermilion, and his lip trembled as he looked at your untouched state.

"So you didn't meet him, huh?" He whispered, grabbing Shoko's wrist. "The m-monster, you didn't see h-him?"

Utahime was already on the verge of tears, so she curled up in the room's dusty corner, her thighs drawn to her chest. Shoko ripped a piece of her T-shirt and pressed it to Choso's bleeding forehead.

"What monster? Where's Satoru and Suguru?" Shoko asked, trying to keep a cool, steady tone.

But you could see the sweat trickling down her creamy neck. Eyes darted between Yuki and Choso, one looking worse than the other.

A loud sob slipped past Yuki's lips before she quickly muffled it with her hand. Choso groaned, banging his head against the wall, trying to hold back the tears that were scratching his eyelids.

"They're gone," he said so quietly, you needed to take a second look at his face.

Shoko placed hands on his cheeks, keeping his head steady. "What do you mean gone?"

He didn't need to say anything, for the deep, miserable sigh that escaped his throat and Yuki's storming sobs were enough.

"They were in another room, looking for those f-fucking batteries, a-and…" Another muffled cry filled the chilly room.

"He got them," Choso finished.

"He?" You asked, curling fingers on your hoodie. "Who's he?"

"I don't know. He's massive, like a fucking monster. Wears a helmet of sorts, but it looks triangular. And carries this, I don't know, long, heavy knife," Choso buried hands in his hair, tugging on them with a painful breath. "He cut them as if they were a fucking slice of meat. Fuck, we barely managed to run away, but he's still somewhere here."

And before you could ask anything else, a loud bang sliced through the long corridor. Something heavy hit the old pipes, and the dull clatter rose into the stale air. Hit after hit, growing steadily closer, as whatever was causing it turned your way.

Yuki and Choso looked at each other with bulging eyes before flying towards the door. Through the small crack, they peeked their heads out for a second before closing it with a thud.

"Everyone hide," Choso ordered, frantically scanning the small room. "His sight isn't the best, but he has a real-fucking-good sense of smell. Hide somewhere here."

Shoko pulled the trembling Utahime from the corner, then moved them both behind the long, dirty curtains.

The deep night had fallen over the abandoned town, bathing the tiny room in darkness as deep as the midnight sky. The fog rose in thick layers, slipping through the cracks in the window sills. The rain lay a thin layer over the tall windows, painting them with cries and weepings, as if wishing to muffle your heavy breaths filling the lonely apartment.

The noise was growing louder as all of you hid in the darkest corners of the room – behind the curtains, deep inside the closet, and under the lone, thin bed.

Yuki and Choso curled together beneath it, while you breathed in the old, musty air of the dresses waiting patiently in the closet. Sweat trickled down your neck, lungs squeezed, head pulsed.

Not in pain, but rather a strange feeling that pinched your heart in such an unsettling manner.

Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor as someone began kicking in the doors to the apartments one by one. Looking inside for a few minutes before moving to the next, and next, with the dull, metallic noise cutting the vermilion carpet.

A low groan accompanied each step, as if the monster mumbled something under his nose.

A word… a name.

Sounding familiar yet so strange, only when he stood under your door did you recognise that it was indeed a name of yours.

A faint oh god, fell past Utahime's lips before Shoko quickly pressed her hand to shut her up.

Because the moment your room opened – everyone held their breath.

You peered through the little crack in the closet and pressed a hand to your lips. A shaky, teary gasp filled your tiny space as you saw a monster walking inside the room.

At least two metres tall, with shoulders barely fitting through the door frame and a single dirty cloth wrapped around his hips. A large, triangular helmet covered his panting face, while a vein-bulging hand dragged a long knife. Heavy, covered in vermilion liquid dripping onto the floor.

The stench of blood swirled in the air, mingling with a heavy, musky fragrance that tickled your nose. His footsteps shook the floor; beefy arms squeezed through the entrance as he stood in the middle of the room, looking around it at a slow, unhurried pace.

Your name once again fell off his lips, followed by a muffled baby baby baby, stuck in his mind like a mantra. A low, groany voice deepened the density of the aura he spread around himself.

And then… the massive, crimson helmet turned your way.

He took a deep breath, as if following the smell that slipped past the closet's cracked door.

He has some real-fucking-good sense of smell, you remembered Choso's words and gasped.

His steps were slow, rather crooked, as the long blade bent his back in an utterly strange way. The muscular, wide chest was covered in a thin layer of sweat, yet the fragrance smelled rather pleasant.

Familiar.

"Baby," his muffled groan slipped from beneath the helmet.

You knew this voice – low, raspy, lined with the tenderness that contradicted the pulsing dreadfulness it drew beneath your chest.

The same softness that haunted your dreams.

Your hand pressed against the door, eyes following his body as it came closer. And closer, and closer, until the musky smell hit your nostrils much harder as he grabbed the old closet door.

He didn't just open them, but tore them from the hinges with a single pull. Till nothing but a few pieces of wood hung loosely, exposing your small figure curled between the flowery dresses.

"T-To–"

But before you could finish, his fingers curled around your neck.

Pulling you closer, until you needed to stand on your toes to match his eye level. Although it was difficult to tell where his eyes were, as he hauled you right in front of his triangular helmet.

You've never felt such strength. Deathly, monstrous, overpowering you in every sense, with fat fingers gripping your throat.

"T-Toji…" you coughed again, dragging your nails over his beefy forearm. "Toji i-it's me."

His head tilted, as if trying to register your words.

You wriggled beneath his grip, twisted and squirmed, feeling pulsing blood slowly hitting your head.

A moment passed before he set you free, letting you fall back into the closet. But not for long, as a second later his arms curled around your waist and the world suddenly turned upside down.

You were hanging off his shoulder, with head dangling high in the air till you could see nothing but his blade dragged dully across the carpet.

You've noticed Shoko's bulging eyes mingling beneath the crisp moonlight. Yuki's arm trying to wriggle itself free from beneath the bed, until Choso quickly pulled her back in.

Everyone heard the monster whisper your name.

So everyone was ready to leave you be and save their own life.

And for that matter, you didn't mind it. As the long-gone feelings that had stayed locked deep within the confines of your heart suddenly spilt through the tiny cracks.

Your body hung swaying as the monster walked along the corridor. Towards the only apartment that was still brimming with life, as if cared for and tended to for years, waiting for your comeback.

When he passed the entrance and closed the door with a thud, you waited for your feet to touch the floor.

But instead, he dragged you to the bedroom, throwing you onto the soft bed. Your back bounced off the mattress as you tried to squirm into the farthest corner of the room.

He didn't let you go, grabbing your ankle and pulling you back in. Until you gasped, feeling his massive hands hook under your thighs, only to fold you in half.

"Take it off," he mumbled, dragging the end of his metal helmet along your trembling chin. "Take it off, baby."

You bit the inside of your cheek, grabbing the heavy, triangular helmet with both hands. The bloody stench dropped down the floor together with a loud clacker, filling the rain-peppered bedroom.

A soft gasp escaped your lips as the fog covering the face that appeared in your dreams every single night finally melted away your sealed memories.

The face of the only man you have ever loved loomed over your head.

With emerald eyes tracing the softness of your skin, gleaming in the chilly moonlight filtering through the blinds.

You trembled when he lifted his fingers to brush your cheek.

"My baby," he whispered, a low groan hitting you with a blooming warmth. His massive body fully blocked the only moonlight spilling in, bathing you in heat radiating from his chest. "It's been so long since I've lost you."

You didn't know what to do with your hands, but as he nuzzled his face against your breasts, you wrapped them around his neck. Tugging gently at raven hair, damp against his skin.

"Tell me you missed me," his fingers dug deeper into your thighs, as he pressed them against your chest. "Baby, tell me you thought of me this whole time."

But answering him was much more difficult than you expected, with fear and dizziness knotting deep in your neck. Only a soft pant slipped past your lips as he kissed your neck gently, licking the sweaty skin with a groan.

"W-why did you kill them?" you finally asked. "My friends…"

He knew who you were talking about, and chuckled, pulling away slightly, just to get a better view of your lovely face, with softly pouted lips and big eyes, looking up at his massive frame in panic.

"Because they wanted to take you away from me," He grinned. "Why the sad face, baby? Were they someone special for you?"

You bit lower lip, but he quickly pulled it down from between your teeth. "Answer me, baby. Were they someone special?"

"Y-ye–"

But Toji tilted his head, quickly cutting you off. "I would think twice before answering, baby."

You felt his fingers playing with the hem of your trousers. Fat digits, slowly, slowly slipping them off your hips. He used one hand to straighten your knees and roll the tracksuit swiftly, while keeping the other on your belly. Heavy and strong, pressing you into the mattress with a force you had no chance against.

The fear froze you in place as his fingers slipped beneath the hoodie.

"You don't want to make me angry, baby. Remember, some of your friends are still here," he muttered, warm breath tickling your earlobe. "Were the men I killed anyone special to you?"

"N-no," you sighed when one of his fat fingers brushed the hem of your bra. "No t-they weren't."

You wriggled beneath his massive body as he folded it in half again. He lifted your hips off the mattress and pressed himself against you with his full, crushing weight. A soft moan slipped past your lips as he tore your bra with a single pull.

Toji hummed, pressing a soft kiss to your chin. "You should be happy I didn't kill your parents, baby," Teeth bit the soft spot just beneath it, forcing you to tilt your head back. "That I was still in jail when they took my girl away from me."

Fear, panic and anxiety mixed with the waves of pleasure he sent through your body. With fingers pinching the perked, naked nipples, and teeth grazing the soft skin of your neck.

You voluntarily lifted your hands, allowing him to pull off your hoodie in one swift motion. Leaving you bare and sweating – splayed beneath his massive body, with nothing but a bloodstained leather tunic wrapped around his hips.

The panic echoed through your mind, but the body acted as if it longed for the touch that used to make your head spin from pleasure. Willingly working with his fingers, melting softly beneath the tender touch and kisses, his soft lips peppered you with.

"Those men…" You mumbled, recalling his face plastered to all the major news from five years ago. "The kidnapping. I don't remember anything."

Toji pulled away, his squinted eyes observing your face closely. As if looking for any signs of deceitfulness.

"What do you mean?"

You bit the inside of your cheek, when he leaned over your chest, wrapping lips around one of the perked nipples. Sucking it gently, with a tongue swirling the sensitive bud and giving it a soft bite.

"M-my memory, mhm," your eyes fluttered, feeling his hips press against your soaked panties. "T-tell me, what happened here?"

The stench of vermilion blood still covered his skin, painting it in dripping red strokes. The blood of your dearest friends, most surely.

He ripped your drenched panties off, using the flimsy material to wipe himself clean. Letting your lingerie soak the remains of the people you spent your past few years with.

You didn't dare to move. Didn't dare to fight.

Just allowed yourself to melt under his fingers slipping down your belly, towards the clenching, fluttering cunt that drenched your inner thighs with the nasty, sticky juices.

It felt utterly inappropriate. To feel the lustful flame biting your flesh while spreading yourself beneath the man who had killed your friends just a few minutes earlier.

The roll of your hips in desperate waves, tugging harshly at his raven hair sticking to his neck.

But he was the man you, supposedly, loved dearly those years ago, and it was no surprise that your body, heart, and soul pulled you towards him in weeping despair.

"That female bartender," you gasped, as his finger brushed your trembling clit. "T-toji, wait, please tell me–"

"Shhh," he licked the long stripe between your breasts, across your chest, up your neck, until his lips met yours in a messy, metallic kiss. "My pretty girl. You truly don't remember, hm?"

Your head shook, and lungs desperately gasped for air, as he put his massive weight on your body. Till the mattress dipped beneath your back and a few bedsprings pinched your spine.

"You killed her," he whispered, tugging slightly to keep an eye on the surprise twisting your face. "That's right, baby. You killed her because she flirted with me in the club's bathroom. And I only took the blame for you. After all, I never denied killing those eight fuckers, and another victim didn't make much difference."

Another big slab of memory slipped back into your mind.

From years ago, with a girl, tracing kisses up Toji's neck, as he tried to push her away. Her fingers on his bulging jeans, hand wrapping around the biceps.

You, waiting for her at the club's back door, till she walked out alone and had the misfortune of meeting you.

Her head smashed with a heavy stone, as you huffed and puffed over her body, a rage still bubbling in your veins.

And then Toji appeared – always lurking somewhere around, never out of your sight – hugging you from behind. "She made my baby angry, hm?"

You pouted, turning in his embrace. Eyes looking up to meet his, drenched fingers brushing his cheeks. "I didn't like the way she touched you."

He giggled, nuzzling into your soft palm. He kissed it tenderly, allowing a stench of blood to coat his gentle lips. "That's okay, baby. No one can ever take you away from me. I'm forever yours."

The memory slipped into your mind suddenly, almost like an intrusion, sparking a surge of panic and anxiety that filled your heart with a painful throb.

You killed someone.

You killed a woman, only because of your foolish jealousy.

And the man hanging over you took the blame because there was nothing, ever, he wouldn't do for his precious girl.

"I missed you so fucking much," he connected your maws again, pulling your lower lip with a soft groan. His finger scooped the honeyed juice sticking to your clenching folds, as another filthy moan hit your cheeks. "I bet you taste delicious, hm?"

A shuddering cry fell past your lips, as you felt his fat finger trying to squeeze itself through your tight, wet hole. Sticky juices coated his skin like a spiderweb, yet your clenching muscles were too shut to let his finger in.

"Baby, you need to relax," he chuckled, peppering kisses down your chin.

Through neck, breasts, staying a bit longer to suck on your perked nipples, before biting a small roll of your belly and finally kneeling in front of your spread legs.

"I won't be able to fuck you if you won't open up," emerald eyes followed your tightly shut cunt, before moving up to glance at the warmth hitting your embarrassed cheeks. "It's been so long, hm?" his warm breath smooched your trembling clit. "No one has touched you for the past five years, right, baby?"

Your head nodded in panic as a sly smile tugged at Toji's lips. "N-no one, I-I thought I was a virgin…"

And because the past few years of your life had been nothing but a misty memory, you frankly thought of yourself as fully inexperienced in sexual pleasures. With only lustful dreams plaguing your nights, of a man who currently looked up at you from between your spread legs.

"Truly, baby?" he sniffed your leaking cunt, shifting the air with a loud groan. "Because when I kidnapped you, we did nothing but fucked for a whole week," his fat finger once again tried to push through your walls, only to send a crying moan from your throat. "I filled you with so much cum, we were sure you would walk out pregnant," scarred lips finally pressed to your clit, swirling the trembling button with a drenched tongue. "My sweet baby, you were always crying so prettily on my cock. Come on, open yourself for me."

He sucked, licked, and kissed your puffy clit, with soaked fingers slowly stretching your sealed walls. The muscles wrapped around his digit in an almost painful manner, and he hissed, feeling how tight you truly were.

Your back arched from a pleasure washing over your spine, as he swirled his tongue all over your weeping cunt. Sucking gently on a clit, biting the swollen lips, drinking the spilling juices like a madman, till the sweetness of your pussy marked his whole face. Cheeks and chin, both smeared in the sticky cum, as emerald eyes rolled back at the creaminess spilling over his taste buds.

"I missed you so much, my love, my baby," Toji moaned, pulling you closer to his face. One meaty palm fell over your belly, while two fingers of another tried to slip inside your clenching pussy. "You have no fucking idea how angry I was when they took you. Fuck," another groan of his pinched your spine with a trembling pleasure, as your back arched. "I killed them all."

You glanced down at his wet forehead, brushing away a few strands of hair sticking to creamy skin. "Who?"

He groaned when you tugged on his hair. "Everyone. I killed everyone for taking you away from me. For locking me up and letting your parents take you, God knows where."

The abandoned hospital, burnt university, destroyed ranches – he killed them all.

And as much as you wished to feel some sympathy, all the lost memories were slowly flooding your mind.

The days spent in Toji's pleasure, with his maniacal, possessive love, were flooding your mind again. His jealousy and territorial control led to so many unnecessary deaths.

Some of them caused by your hands.

"Good," you suddenly whispered, feeling an overwhelming, blinding pleasure bubbling in your loins. "Mhm, Toji–ah–that's o-okay."

His fat fingers barely slipped inside your cunt, lips worked on your swollen clit with a groan sending tremblings through your sensitive bud. He kissed and licked and sucked your pussy with an almost devoted passion, massive hand pressing your lower belly to the mattress.

You spread your legs farther, allowing his wide shoulders to paint red the insides of your thighs.

"Yeah?" he muttered, slowly looking up. "Are you happy, baby? I punished them all. Just for you."

When his fingers slipped deeper, your head fell back, and a bubbly moan escaped your tightened throat. "F-fuck, am so happy–ahhh."

Your hips rolled against his plastered tongue, chasing the pleasure slowly splashing in your lower belly.

But you didn't want to cum like that. Not on his tongue, when you've already noticed the meaty cock stretching his leather tunic.

And so you placed a foot on his forehead, pushing his starving mouth away. Your sticky juices dripped from his chin, hearts dancing in the emerald eyes, plagued only by the longing and desperation to eat his pretty girl alive.

"Don't test me, baby," he muttered, kissing the sole of your foot. "I've been waiting for you five years. Do you know what it does to a man?"

But you could only smile – slyly, cheekily, as if the girl from five years ago were slowly slipping back into your body – and roll onto your belly. Just to lift your hips and spread your cheeks with one hand.

The droplets of cum oozed from your tight cunt, landing softly on the drenched mattress. The sudden surge of boldness smooched your neck with warm kisses, leaving you bare and trembling right in front of your lover's eyes.

"I don't wish to test you," you muttered, still a bit shyly, avoiding his heavy gaze. "Just please, fuck me already. I want to cum on your cock."

He hummed and stood up. His head almost brushed the ceiling, and his massive body cast a large shadow over your trembling figure. He ripped the leather tunic off his hips with one pull, leaving you completely breathless.

The sudden confidence… suddenly disappeared.

And instead, panic rose in your chest as you saw the hanging monstrosity he had been hiding all this time.

Too heavy to stick to his abdomen, yet stony hard and oozing with musty precum. The bluish veins curled around his fat, pulsing shaft, and the reddened head was ready to burst any second.

Before you could change a position, suddenly feeling that this one felt too intimidating and deep, his hands grabbed your hips and pressed them to his hanging length.

"What happened, baby? You were so confident just a mere seconds ago," Toji chuckled, feeling the heat of your cunt against his cock. "I wanted to stretch you a bit longer, but if you're sure that it's not needed…"

He grabbed pulsing head, drenching it in your juices. It already felt heavy, monstrous, as he smooched your tight entrance with the biting heat that spread all over your swollen pussy.

"N-no, wait–" you tried to push him away, but he quickly pressed you to the mattress with one hand.

A massive palm landed on your back, locking you in one position – with hips high up and nipples brushing the bedding. You begged and wriggled, feeling his massive body tremble with laughter.

"Shhh," he bent over, kissing your spine. "Take a deep breath, baby. You brought it upon yourself."

His massive cock poked on your entrance. Pulsing head squeezing through the tight rim of your muscles, getting itself drenched in your honeyed juices. Your walls squeezed his shaft with a painful pleasure, letting a low groan slip past his lips.

"Toji, you're too big–mmm," a muffled cry hit the pillow, as his hand still kept you pressed to the mattress. "I can't–"

"No, baby," he chuckled, yet a few droplets of sweat bubbled on his forehead. "You can. And you will. I haven't cummed in five fucking years. Do you know how much I've been holding up for you, hm? I hope you came hungry, because today I'll be stuffing you full."

The grip of your cunt was simply maddening, almost tormenting, and if he didn't bite down his lower lips, he would already tear your sweet cunt with a lone thrust. But instead, he slowly pushed in, taking a deep breath as his head fully slipped in.

Thick shaft swabbing your insides, his hand sliding down to feel himself through your belly. Palm pressing the shivering muscles, as he pushed, and pushed, forcing inch by inch into your weeping cunt.

Completely deaf to your sobbing when you tried to pull yourself off his massive cock.

"Toji, please, fuck, that's–ahhh," you attempted to turn your head back, but his hand between your shoulder blades was keeping you in place.

"Just a minute, baby," he hummed, feeling his cock, slide through the tightness of your cunt. Your belly bulged with his thickness, sending another ruffling chuckle through his chest, and a crying moan out of your lips. "I'm almost here. Arch yourself a bit more, hm? Let me hit that sweet spot of yours."

You did as he ordered, hugging the pillow he pressed your face to.

"That's right, my good girl." His fingers opened your pussylips to see the nasty mess coating his length. "Don't tell me you hate it, baby. Your pussy is sucking me in. And I know that if I do this," he suddenly, without a warning, pushed his full length in, drawing a weeping scream from your throat. "You will immediately cum."

And he was right, because the moment his fat, bursting head hit your womb, and fingers pinched your clit – you cummed all over the mattress. Drenching it in crystalline juices, as a wave of pleasure washed over your quivering spine.

He didn't stop. Didn't wait for you to calm down after the first orgasm.

Instead, his thrusts became brutal, almost inhumane, as he pounced on you like a savage monster. With one hand still rolling your clit, he leaned over to lick a filthy strip of your sweat-coated skin. Teeth biting deep into your shoulder, as you cried pitifully, feeling his cock rearrange your insides.

"What's wrong, baby?" He chuckled, noticing a warmth creeping up your neck. "You still want me to pull out?"

Your head shook, teary eyes glancing back at his handsome face. "You're so mean."

Yet your hips started to willingly hit against his, chasing the hefty smooches of his leaking head that swelled your womb. The fat shaft filled you with maddening fullness, hitting all sensitive bumps inside your pussy. Soft walls clamped down on his cock, as if desperately trying to keep it in place.

But Toji's hips were stronger, faster, as he pulled his cock out, till nothing but his tip was still getting sucked by your sweet cunt, only to slam it back and force a moany cry out of your lips.

"Yeah baby, I'm so fucking mean," the sweat glazed his forehead, a few droplets trickling down his massive back. "And I'll be so mean while stuffing your poor belly full. You're not leaving this room until I get you fucking, pregnant."

You moaned, rolling your hips to feel more of his monstrosity brush against your sweet spot. Eyes rolled back and mouth agape, a thread of crystal spit trickling down your chin.

Toji laughed, seeing your fucked-out face drooling into the pillow. "And you're going to thank me for it, right, baby?"

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently nodded your head. "Yeah, my sweet girl. You're not leaving my side ever again."

His hips hit you faster, more brutally, making your back twist into a painful arch and your feet curl, as another wave of pleasure already pinched your lower belly.

"Try to run away, and I'll promise you'll never see the sunlight again."

His cock pounded you madly, and you could swear that it somehow, suddenly, swelled. Becoming even thicker, fatter, till your poor womb cried from the brutal madness of his leaking head and fluttering walls tried to stretch under its sudden growth.

"Tell me how much you love me," he ordered, biting gently on your earlobe. "Come on, baby, tell me how much you missed me."

His massive body pressed you into the mattress; air barely slipped past your compressed lungs, yet a muffled, "I love you–ahhh–T-toji I love you s-so much," still forced its way out of your lips.

"I-m going to, mmm, Toji fuck–"

He chuckled, rolling your clit between his fingers. Cock ravishing your pussy brutally, another wave of cum already splashing in your lower belly, as he put all his massive weight onto your poor, trembling body.

The fat shaft sat heavily inside the sweet warmth of your cunt, nuzzling itself deep against the swollen womb.

And within another second – he finally came.

Or likely burst, painting your insides white, with thick, hefty spurts of sticky seed, filling the little belly pouch. Stuffing your womb full, just as he promised, till the cum started leaking past the veiny shaft swallowed fully by your weeping pussy.

Trembles after trembles flooded your spine, as he whispered sweet little nothing to your crying cheeks. Kissing away the salty droplets, before he rolled you over and folded you in half.

"Toji, it hurts," you mumbled, yet still softening from pleasure under his touch.

He didn't need another minute, not even a second, as his cock hardened a moment after seeing your puffy, lovely face.

"What hurts, baby?" He cooed, licking your soft cheeks. "Tell me, what's the matter?"

You pressed your hand to your lower belly, feeling the waves of his cum splashing inside your pulsing womb. "It's too much. Mhmmm, Toji, I can't do it again."

But he simply didn't give you any mind. Knowing how much pleasure you always took from being manhandled like a rag doll. Getting stuffed full, till the nausea hit your throat from the taste of his cum and cunt leaked for whole weeks.

And if you haven't remembered it yet, he simply needs to remind you.

So he did – over and over again. Until you truly became nothing but a doll, liquefying in his beefy arms and weeping sweetly as you rode his massive, gut-turning cock. And although your face was swollen from constant sobbing, your heart swelled with maddening, almost terrifying adoration.

Or a torment, maybe, towards a man whom you should rather hate than care for.

A monster, a nightmare, a beast.

Your most dearest lover.

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[chosayi]

always thinking abt when i was walking to a pinkpantheress concert and i walked past pink and her crew but didn’t realize until after bcs i was overstimulated by the rain getting on me

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⡴ utterly whipped gojo with a girl who’s just using him for dick slowly warming up to him ⡴ 0.5k words

“you’re really gonna make me leave baby?” he’s frowning. frowning like a child while he stands by your apartment door as you’re actively trying to shove him out. “i brought flowers.” he looks over to them on your table, sitting in a vase he brought with a sappy note attached to it. he looks back at you with puppy eyes to try and convince you further.

“yes, i am.” you just keep on pushing him trying to hurry him out your door but making next to no progress. you know you’ll win eventually though. you guess in about 5 minutes you’ll compromise and say he can actually kiss you next time if he leaves. “i’m not looking for a relationship right now, gojo. i don’t need you all fawny over me. now leave.”

his lips quiver like they’re about to cry. his hands even grip harder on the change of clothes he brought incase you’d let him sleepover this time and the fabric scrunches beneath his touch.

“so you’re just using me for my body?” he knows damn well you are. for gods sakes you met him at a bar and had told him you just wanted rebound dick from your last breakup. his other hand pushes on the door frame, steadying him and rendering him completely still. you stop pushing at this point. he’ll leave eventually.

“you’re a great person ,” you feel like you’ve said this before, and by his hurt face it looks like he has too, unfortunately now seeing it from the other side. “but i can’t deal with all this mopey shit. i have work, bills—”

“i can pay them!” he suggests, perking up like that’s the only word he heard. “or you could move in with me!” he’s back to that prince charming smile you can just tell he abused back in college.

“that’s not it, gojo—”

“i love you,” he grabs your wrists, dropping his clothes he was holding, that were by your side and brings them up to his face, forcing you to cup his jaw. you stare up at him. “i can wait, sweetheart! i can—i really can!” he’s like a child trying to convince their mother they won’t act too crazy on sugar.

he stays going off on a tangent now, gripping your wrists even tighter unconsciously.

“i-i can buy you anything. my friends would love you—especially utahime, you hate me like her i guess. i already give you good dick, i mean you were just moaning not to long ago—” you start to drown him out.

“—just one date. if you really do hate me you can slap me after it, just let me try. please? don’t be so cold hearted, baby.”

“gojo,” he looks disappointed already, like he’s anticipating a terrible answer. “come here.” you gesture with your hands for him to lean closer. you plop a delicate, just barely there, chaste kiss on his cheek. “go home.” you deadpan.

and best believe he’s showing up at your door the next evening awaiting another one.

[angelicdewdrop]

[chosayi]

⸝⸝ ꒰ ˖ ࣪ ❤︎ HOPE U DON’T HATE ME ! ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა 五条 :: eating ramen with satoru ends up with him kissing you ?!

ׂ ִ 💬 satoru gojo ఌ︎ fem!reader sfw   fluff   crack sheher pronouns   college au   he’s so awkward and silly 1.1k wc

it was raining outside. the soft patter against your dorm window mixed with the sound of an old teen drama playing quietly on your laptop.

you and satoru sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard with your ramen bowls balanced on your laps.

“i don’t understand why you like him more,” you said, watching a charming vampire flirt with the empathetic high school girl. “he’s literally the reason why half of the bad stuff happens in the show.”

“he’s just more entertaining,” he shrugged. “the other vampire is sooo boring.”

“he’s better for her though…”

“doesn’t make him any less boring.” he shoved another giant mouthful into his mouth, slurping loudly and shamelessly. you winced and scooted over when broth splashed onto the blankets.

“oooh… toru,” you said through your teeth.

“what?” he glanced up at you, words muffled.

he was such a messy eater. did he even eat before coming over? you sighed and looked back down at your bowl. “um… nothing.”

you both continued eating. after a moment, a piece of cabbage and a little broth clung to his cheek, yet he kept eating like nothing happened. completely oblivious.

after a few minutes, you glanced over again, and it was still there. you wanted to tell him, but your mouth was full of noodles. if you tried to talk now, it’d either come out as complete gibberish or you’d choke.

instead, you reached over and gently tapped his broad shoulder.

he looked at you, still chewing. “hm?” you pointed to your own cheek, silently trying to tell him, you’ve got something on your face.

he blinked, trying to figure out what you meant. then, his mind went somewhere completely different…

wait… does she want me to kiss her?

his ears immediately turned pink. his heart started pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. he glanced at your laptop, and the two main characters were kissing.

is this show making her feel romantic? does she actually want me to kiss her??? there’s no way.

he swallowed. to you, though, he was just staring at you blankly. you rolled your eyes, assuming he was just being difficult again, and looked back down at your ramen, deciding to just finish chewing before explaining.

as you gathered another bite with your chopsticks, you suddenly felt a large, warm hand cup your face. before you could even look up, a soft kiss landed against your cheek.

your eyes widened. you completely froze, chopsticks still suspended in your hand. unfortunately, when he pulled away, there was now a tiny smear of broth on your cheek because he transferred it.

“there,” he said, trying to sound cool even though he was smiling nervously.

heat rushed to your face. your lips were parted as you took in what just happened. “toru...”

he looked back at you hopefully, his face bright red. “…yeah?”

“i meant…” you said quietly, awkwardly pointing toward his face. “your cheek. there was broth on it.”

in silence, you watched the smile on his face disappear in real time. he reached up and wiped his face. when he looked down, there was indeed broth on his fingertips.

“ohhh…” his face got even redder, embarrassment flooded through his body. “so… you weren’t asking for a kiss?”

your lips twitched, trying your best not to laugh. “i couldn’t talk because my mouth was full,” you said, shaking your head.

satoru groaned, and you burst into laughter. he finally kissed the girl that he’d been crushing on for months and she’s laughing…

“i thought you’d understand!” you said honestly, wiping the stray tear from your eye. “apparently not…”

he let out a defeated sigh, wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and forced his attention back to the show he didn’t even care about anymore.

you avoided each other’s eye contact and after about thirty painfully awkward seconds, satoru suddenly stood up.

“where are you going?” you asked, watching him as he grabbed his coat. “to my dorm,” he said plainly.

you never saw satoru be this embarrassed before. he was usually always so confident, so charismatic. seeing him like this was actually kind of adorable…

“…your ramen?” you reminded him, picking up the bowl that was still half full.

“i’m not hungry anymore.” he slipped into his coat before hurriedly shoving on his shoes. you frowned. “toru, you’re seriously gonna leave?”

he didn’t answer, he just reached for the doorknob instead. “satoru!!” you called after him, laughing.

“goodnight!” he rushed out, and shut the door. he was the only person in the hallway, so he leaned against the door and covered his mouth with one hand.

fuck, he really just kissed you. he kissed you because he thought that you wanted him to. but you didn’t. was this going to ruin your friendship? would you avoid him tomorrow? would things be weird now?

his thoughts spiraled so fast he slowly slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, knees bent, face burning.

“…satoru?” he looked up and saw shoko standing there wearing shorts and an oversized gap hoodie, holding a convenience store bag that was probably full of snacks.

“what’re you doing in the girls dorm… by yourself?”

“shoko! i—“ his mouth opened and then it closed again. she looked down at him, then at your closed dorm room door behind him. “what happened?”

he covered his face with both hands. “…i kissed her.”

shoko blinked, brows raised slightly. “you what…?”

“i thought she wanted me to!” he blurted out, stumbling over every other word. “she pointed at her cheek and i thought she wanted me to kiss her!”

he groaned into his hands. “but she was just trying to tell me there was broth on my face… and then i got broth on her.”

shoko sighed with an unimpressed expression, shaking her head. “you’re such an idiot.”

“i know,” he mumbled.

“did she kick you out?” she asked. he thought back on it for a second… she actually didn’t. he left because he was too embarrassed to stay.

you hadn’t shoved him away, you hadn’t yelled at him, you weren’t even upset! you just laughed and smiled. looking as pretty as you always did.

“…no.”

“oh. then you’re probably fine,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “now get up. who knows how dirty this floor is.” she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

inside your dorm, the show was still playing but you haven’t paid attention to a single line since satoru walked out. you stared at the door before touching the cheek that he kissed.

you wiped away the little bit of broth with your fingertip, then you thought about how his smile disappeared the second he realized he’d misunderstood you.

how red his ears had gotten, how quickly he’d run away… a small smile spread across your face.

you absentmindedly sucked the broth off your fingertip.

“he’s so cute…” you laughed quietly to yourself.

“but so stupid.”

@chosayi ( they was watching vampire diaries btw #need )

[chosayi]

⸝⸝ ꒰ ˖ ࣪ ❤︎ HOPE U DON’T HATE ME ! ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა 五条 :: eating ramen with satoru ends up with him kissing you ?!

ׂ ִ 💬 satoru gojo ఌ︎ fem!reader sfw   fluff   crack sheher pronouns   college au   he’s so awkward and silly 1.1k wc

it was raining outside. the soft patter against your dorm window mixed with the sound of an old teen drama playing quietly on your laptop.

you and satoru sat shoulder to shoulder against the headboard with your ramen bowls balanced on your laps.

“i don’t understand why you like him more,” you said, watching a charming vampire flirt with the empathetic high school girl. “he’s literally the reason why half of the bad stuff happens in the show.”

“he’s just more entertaining,” he shrugged. “the other vampire is sooo boring.”

“he’s better for her though…”

“doesn’t make him any less boring.” he shoved another giant mouthful into his mouth, slurping loudly and shamelessly. you winced and scooted over when broth splashed onto the blankets.

“oooh… toru,” you said through your teeth.

“what?” he glanced up at you, words muffled.

he was such a messy eater. did he even eat before coming over? you sighed and looked back down at your bowl. “um… nothing.”

you both continued eating. after a moment, a piece of cabbage and a little broth clung to his cheek, yet he kept eating like nothing happened. completely oblivious.

after a few minutes, you glanced over again, and it was still there. you wanted to tell him, but your mouth was full of noodles. if you tried to talk now, it’d either come out as complete gibberish or you’d choke.

instead, you reached over and gently tapped his broad shoulder.

he looked at you, still chewing. “hm?” you pointed to your own cheek, silently trying to tell him: you’ve got something on your face.

he blinked, trying to figure out what you meant. then, his mind went somewhere completely different…

wait… does she want me to kiss her?

his ears immediately turned pink. his heart started pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. he glanced at your laptop, and the two main characters were kissing.

is this show making her feel romantic? does she actually want me to kiss her??? there’s no way.

he swallowed. to you, though, he was just staring at you blankly. you rolled your eyes, assuming he was just being difficult again, and looked back down at your ramen, deciding to just finish chewing before explaining.

as you gathered another bite with your chopsticks, you suddenly felt a large, warm hand cup your face. before you could even look up, a soft kiss landed against your cheek.

your eyes widened. you completely froze, chopsticks still suspended in your hand. unfortunately, when he pulled away, there was now a tiny smear of broth on your cheek because he transferred it.

“there,” he said, trying to sound cool even though he was smiling nervously.

heat rushed to your face. your lips were parted as you took in what just happened. “toru...”

he looked back at you hopefully, his face bright red. “…yeah?”

“i meant…” you said quietly, awkwardly pointing toward his face. “your cheek. there was broth on it.”

in silence, you watched the smile on his face disappear in real time. he reached up and wiped his face. when he looked down, there was indeed broth on his fingertips.

“ohhh…” his face got even redder, embarrassment flooded through his body. “so… you weren’t asking for a kiss?”

your lips twitched, trying your best not to laugh. “i couldn’t talk because my mouth was full,” you said, shaking your head.

satoru groaned, and you burst into laughter. he finally kissed the girl that he’d been crushing on for months and she’s laughing… “i thought you’d understand!” you said honestly, wiping the stray tear from your eye. “apparently not…”

he let out a defeated sigh, wiped his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, and forced his attention back to the show he didn’t even care about anymore.

you avoided each other’s eye contact and after about thirty painfully awkward seconds, satoru suddenly stood up.

“where are you going?” you asked, watching him as he grabbed his coat. “to my dorm,” he said plainly.

you never saw satoru be this embarrassed before. he was usually always so confident, so charismatic. seeing him like this was actually kind of adorable…

“…your ramen?” you reminded him, picking up the bowl that was still half full.

“i’m not hungry anymore.” he slipped into his coat before hurriedly shoving on his shoes. you frowned. “toru, you’re seriously gonna leave?”

he didn’t answer, he just reached for the doorknob instead. “satoru!!” you called after him, laughing.

“goodnight!” he rushed out, and shut the door. he was the only person in the hallway, so he leaned against the door and covered his mouth with one hand.

fuck, he really just kissed you. he kissed you because he thought that you wanted him to. but you didn’t. was this going to ruin your friendship? would you avoid him tomorrow? would things be weird now?

his thoughts spiraled so fast he slowly slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, knees bent, face burning.

“…satoru?” he looked up and saw shoko standing there wearing shorts and an oversized gap hoodie, holding a convenience store bag that was probably full of snacks.

“what’re you doing in the girls dorm… by yourself?”

“shoko! i—“ his mouth opened and then it closed again. she looked down at him, then at your closed dorm room door behind him. “what happened?”

he covered his face with both hands. “…i kissed her.”

shoko blinked, brows raised slightly. “you what…?”

“i thought she wanted me to!” he blurted out, stumbling over every other word. “she pointed at her cheek and i thought she wanted me to kiss her!”

he groaned into his hands. “but she was just trying to tell me there was broth on my face… and then i got broth on her.”

shoko sighed with an unimpressed expression, shaking her head. “you’re such an idiot.”

“i know,” he mumbled.

“did she kick you out?” she asked. he thought back on it for a second… she actually didn’t. he left because he was too embarrassed to stay.

you hadn’t shoved him away, you hadn’t yelled at him, you weren’t even upset! you just laughed and smiled. looking as pretty as you always did.

“…no.”

“oh. then you’re probably fine,” she said, patting him on the shoulder. “now get up. who knows how dirty this floor is.” she grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet.

inside your dorm, the show was still playing but you haven’t paid attention to a single line since satoru walked out. you stared at the door before touching the cheek that he kissed.

you wiped away the little bit of broth with your fingertip, then you thought about how his smile disappeared the second he realized he’d misunderstood you.

how red his ears had gotten, how quickly he’d run away… a small smile spread across your face.

you absentmindedly sucked the broth off your fingertip.

“he’s so cute…” you laughed quietly to yourself.

“but so stupid.”

@chosayi ( they was watching vampire diaries btw #need )

[shawtuzi]

MORNING DEW (DONK) FT. EREN YEAGER

summary: it’s the morning after the grammys, and after a night of restless lovemaking, you decide to continue your antics before the sun even fully rises.

cw include: black fem!reader, musician!eren, musician!reader, some messy kisses, morning sex, unprotected sex, riding, missionary, dirty talk, praise n’ some real sweet talking, rennie gets a little emotional, creampie, brief aftercare// wc: 4.5k

a/n: i’m a few days late w/ this but i very much enjoyed writing itttt—i missed my rennie baby so so much hehe!! the shibari sugu fic will be dropping after this, idk when, but it’s coming fs bc i didn’t write 26k words so far for nothin!!

ᥫ᭡ you know the sun rise for you, give me that mornin’ dew . . . ᥫ᭡

never in a million years did you think you’d be here. here—in a hotel suite, tangled up in five hundred thread count sheets with your former ex, now current boyfriend again, eren.

he was soundly asleep, defined chest rising and falling slowly as his eyes moved rapidly behind the lids. he must’ve been dreaming.

you’d been watching him sleep for lord knows how long. you were once watching him in the dark, mostly listening to his even breaths, but sky slowly got brighter, giving you a better view of him. your chin rested on your knee as you took in his exhausted form, and then your mind eventually drifted to the night before . . .

sunday night—the night of the grammys.

an important night for you and eren given that you both dropped albums, followed by a couple extra projects a year prior. coincidentally, they were set for release within days of each other—his dropping only five days after yours.

it didn’t bother you in the slightest. whether it was intentional or not, you paid little to no mind to it since you didn’t want anything to do with your ex and his music. all you wanted to focus on was you.

this was your self-titled. the album that would define you to everyone in the industry and the world. no man was going to steal that shine.

but thankfully, those were not eren’s intentions. it was an error made by his team.

and he was able to explain this all to you and more when you surprisingly made an appearance to his release party. he invited you, hesitantly, to be friendly— not expecting to see you there all dolled up. the vintage dolce & gabbana you were wearing hugged your curves perfectly that night.

now you plan it to wear it to all your future anniversary dates.

a low hum momentarily broke you out of your thoughts, your gaze focusing on eren, who was quietly stirring in his sleep. his thick brows scrunched together, a pout forming on his raw, kiss bitten lips. seconds later, his features rested, low snores filling the quiet space once again.

he was so cute.

you missed him, you really did—but you were glad he was different now after being apart for almost three years.

the eren you knew before was sweet and doting when he wanted to be, yes. but he wasn’t very good at prioritizing things . . . or revealing his emotions . . . or apologizing without some kind of expensive gift to sway your feelings. he was slowly losing himself. things that were intertwined perfectly between the two of you began to unwind and wilt away.

for these reasons, you ended things. and it wasn’t pretty.

eren was heartbroken. i’m talking falling to his knees with his tear stained face buried in your skirt. you’ll never forget the way his hands splayed over your lower back, pulling you closer n’ closer so you wouldn’t leave. or the way his voice cracked when he tried to explain why he just wasn’t being a good boyfriend. he asked—pleaded to know what he could do to fix it, what he could give you to fix it.

but it was too late for poor rennie. you were already too far gone and confident in your decision.

he eventually let you leave without any kind of fight, and after sitting outside his house for a good forty five minutes, you left.

eren wasn’t afraid to spill his broken heart and frustration into his music, andit did numbers of course. but it also had fans talking. things were escalated even further when they noticed eren was completely wiped from your social media. people were devastated to hear that their favorite couple were broken up to say the least.

you didn’t say much about the breakup at all besides for one interview where you simply said, ‘sometimes people just outgrow each other.’

it was already hard enough dealing with it on your own—the last thing you wanted to do was do a deep dive of your failed relationship with some stranger who was getting paid to milk the story out of you.

but you did drop little hints every now and again in your music about your healing heart and the relationship you mourned.

after a few months things went back to normal in your world, but eren still lingered in the form of flowers. birthdays, holidays, whenever you won an award—you were always gifted with an expensive bouquet, along with a handwritten note.

he was actually able to secure himself a dinner with you with flowers. a luxury bouquet of peonies and roses with a card congratulating you for your self titled going number one, along with a dinner invitation to celebrate you and your craft.

he wasn’t a sore loser about coming up second. he was excited for you. proud of you. he knew how much your music meant to you, and after listening three different times to all thirteen tracks, eren could feel everything you put into it.

“are you watching me sleep?”

the sound of eren’s raspy, morning voice broke you out of your thoughts for the umpteenth time that morning. a smile spread across your lips, “maybe.”

“ . . . weirdo. c’mere.”

the sheets ruffled beneath you as you crawled over to him. his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you made a small noise, the ache in your thighs that you were feeling earlier returning.

“my phones been goin’ off all morning. i’d say our first public appearance reunited went great,” you mumbled into his chest. his skin was scorching beneath your lips, and the faint smell of his cologne still lingering after hours of sexcapades.

eren squeezed at your side, his fingers aligning with the bruising marks he left only a few hours prior. “i didn’t think you’d care about that shit. we looked happy . . in love . . i couldn’t imagine it going any other way.”

“i don’t care about that shit . . . but it is nice to know that people are happy to see us together again.” you were looking up at him now with bright eyes and smudged liner. his hair caught your attention, all prettily splayed across the fluffy pillow. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss those soft, dark brown locs.

you had a bit of an obsession with them. always running your fingers through them while he played on his game system or wrote music. tugging on them whenever he annoyed you or was acting like an ass—not only was the reaction cute from his nose scrunching up, but he got the message to not fuck with you.

a sliver of sunlight finally came through the window, catching your attention and his.

“god, why are you up so early? didn’t i put you back to sleep around three?” your man groaned, scratching tiredly at his head. his brows raised only slightly when you pressed a kiss to his pec once. twice.

he was still bare, obviously, and as were you. after having sex for the first time in years after the award show, you both couldn’t keep your hands off one another afterwards so going commando was the only suitable option.

yep, thats right. even when reunited for almost a year, the two of you didn’t have sex until last night. for you and the age you were at, sex was feeling very sacred and intimate—and given your past with rennie, you were very much on the hesitant side when it came to having him indulge in your body like that once more.

you thought it might irk him, make him pull away from lack of intimacy in that area. but like it was stated before, rennie was different a man. he was twenty six, going on twenty seven in just a month. his frontal lobe had fully developed it seemed, because baby boy was definitely more mature and communicative with his thoughts this time around.

that irritating ass attitude he sported, even when he first cracked open his eyes from sleep, was the only thing that didn’t seem to fade away.

but just because sex wasn’t on the table didn’t mean other . . . . things weren’t done.

you couldn’t deny that eren had gotten more attractive and defined as time went by. his hair was a bit longer, he got a few new tattoos, and he was just . . . bigger. no longer a lanky man with semi-thin arms, and small ridges for abs.

he didn’t party as much like he used to, the lack of alcohol and more time in the gym doing him some good physically and mentally. his time was now being spent either writing music, producing beats, or meditating if he had the time.

it was work work work with this man until you came back in the picture.

whenever he wasn’t working, he was with you—somewhere off the grid, and basking in your presence. it took him two months to work up the courage and finally kiss you, and as the weeks went on after that he became more touchy. playing with your syrupy cunt was as sexy as it got for him during those months, but he didn’t mind one bit.

it was all worth the wait once he was finally able to pin you down and fuck you oh so sweetly into the king size bed you were in now.

you went three? four rounds? you honestly lost track after he had you squirting from backshots around three a.m.

now here you were, head resting prettily on his chest, with his strong, warm arms wrapped around you. all while his heart thrummed a steady beat against your ear.

but there was just one problem. you were feeling rather needy again, despite the ache in your lower half.

“gimme a kiss.”

eren didn’t say anything. he just looked down at you with this blank stare on his face. then, he raised his chin up, signaling for you to come closer.

he didn’t expect you to swing your leg over his waist, and get comfy on his stomach, but he wasn’t complaining. your pussy felt . . . soft, warm against his already heated skin. he could feel the slick collecting, pride swelling in his chest that this was a sight only he’d have the honor of seeing.

“kiss me then,” he murmured, trailing a tatted hand up your side. goosebumps rose along your skin, and a familiar heat pooled in your lower belly when you finally pressed your lips against his.

it was soft, sweet. when you pulled away he was squeezing at your side, a silent plea for you to stay close. you kissed him again, and this time it was longer, a small whimper bubbling in the back of your throat.

eren’s free hand cupped your cheek for a brief moment, deepening the kiss. he suckled on your bottom lip then slipped his tongue into the soft cavern of your mouth, his chest falling in a long exhale.

suddenly, your bottom half was lifted by a pair of strong hands, and you were sat right on his dick. the length of him was nestled between your folds, and if you paid close enough attention, you could feel the veins that wrapped around him thrum against your slicked center.

“good pussy . .” he mumbled against your lips, fingers dancing down the length of your spine until they settled on your behind, squeezing the petal soft skin hungrily. “missed me too much, didn’t she?”

his only answer to that teasing question was a hard bite in his bottom lip making him hiss.

“you’re so annoying,” you breathed out, breaking the heated kiss. both of eren’s hands came down on your ass for a second time, hard, the smacking noise echoing throughout the quiet suite.

“then do somethin’ about it . . . unless you’re too sore,” he snickered, trailing his fingers over your jaw and to your lips, tracing the cupids bow with pure adoration mixed with lust.

your nose and eyebrows scrunched like a disturbed kitten, and then you were softly biting at his fingers, keeping them in place as you ran your tongue over them. erens dick twitched at the action.

he let out a small grunt when you wrapped your hands around his wrists, pinning them next to his head. “never too sore to get what i want. you should know that by now, ren.” your tone was soft as you spoke, the grip you had on eren’s wrists loosening.

you were sore, but this level of pain was nothing compared to the endless hours you would spend practicing choreography for your performances. this shit was light work.

“gosh, i mean it’s been so long, baby,” he sighed, emerald eyes twinkling in the sunlight. “guess you’re just gonna have to remind me.”

you couldn’t help but giggle, balancing on the balls of your feet as you gripped his heavy length. your teeth clamped onto your bottom lip, brows scrunching together when you swiped the shiny tip between your folds.

and there went eren making that fucking face.

that stupidly attractive face where he nibbled on his lip, and his eyes were hooded. the green orbs were fixated on the area between your bodies, watching in awe as you circled his tip over your clit.

“hah—cmon. sit on it.”

you didn’t need to be told twice, dumbly sheathing the entirety of his cock inside you in one go. it didn’t hurt as much as the night before, but that inevitable burn from the stretch of him had you wincing.

erens eyes had fluttered shut by now, a blissed out furrow nestling between his thick brows. he was still tired, and your warmth was making him overly sleepy, yet turned on. one part of him wanted to just keep you you there, and hold you against his chest while he lulled you back to sleep.

but the other part of him, the part that usually always won, wanted you to ride him until he passed out.

“why are your eyes closed? open them.” you poked at his cheek gently with a manicured nail.

when eren finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, your head was cocked to the side with a puzzled look on your face. “are you, like . . trying not to cum too quick or somethin’? your face has been twisted up like that way too long for my liking.”

“honestly? m’trying to figure out if i wanna have you keep my dick warm or ride it. either way i’m a happy, blessed man.”

“ohhh blessed, huh?”

“yes, very much so.” his strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you down until your chest was snug against his own. the angle brought you much closer to his handsome face, decorated in beauty marks and still slightly puffy from sleep. his hand squeezed at your hip before making its way down to your ass. “start moving.”

you made a small noise in agreement, lifting your hips until he remained about halfway in before lowering them once again. eren let out a low hum, “mhm. jus’ like that, baby.”

he pressed a kiss of encouragement to your cheek, his own hips gently matching your pace. while one of his hands remained glued to your ass, the other gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at nothing else but him.

you were never good at eye contact growing up. of course it eventually got better as your fame grew, but eren’s eye contact was a bit different. of all the haters and critics that stared you down, nothing made you feel smaller and more vulnerable than the intense, longing stare from those green eyes of his.

and he knew this.

“you’re really pretty, you know that?” he breathed out, squishing your cheeks together. he was setting the pace now, his hips moving at a quicker speed that increased the noises that came from your greedy pussy. you were so wet already that it was almost puzzling to him how you were already dripping down his balls after only a few minutes of this.

but he had to remember, and remind himself daily; that he wasn’t the only one who was missing his other half terribly. although you didn’t show it publicly or privately to anyone in your inner circle, you had missed eren way more than you should’ve after the breakup. certain smells, sceneries, music . . . it all reminded you of him whether you liked it or not.

and you were only human—just a simple girl with needs, so yes, whenever you found the time to masturbate, it was more than likely to the thought of eren, his voice, his physique. the intimate times you shared together under silk sheets.

you were honestly shocked, and very proud, that you were able to resist him and that stupidly good dick of his for almost a year.

but you didn’t have to resist anymore thankfully. your mind and pride finally took a load off your shoulders, and gave you the peace of mind to finally indulge him with a soaked cunt and embarrassingly quick orgasms to go with it.

suddenly, he felt a swell of something warm n’ fuzzy in his heart, his mouth opening and spewing out ‘i missed you’ before he could even process it. he wanted retract the statement and even apologize for being so sappy. but then he thought . . . why?

why apologize for missing you? his woman.

rennie abruptly tucked your head in his neck, his nose nuzzling against the soft skin of your shoulder. he didn’t mean to fuck into you so fast, but that lovey feeling he had inside always brought it out of him.

“missed you . . missed you so much, ( ❤︎⁠ ). missed this pussy. a-all of it. don’t ever leave me again,” he growled out, possessiveness clawing at his chest almost painfully.

your face scrunched up, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes much to your dismay. this wasn’t apart of the plan. why were you crying?

you let out a shaky breath, burrowing your face further into the warmth of his neck. “i missed you too, eren,” you spoke, soft and sweet.

i love you sat heavy on your tongue like a spoonful of honey, itching to make it way past your kiss swollen lips and into his ear. those three words have yet to be uttered by you since getting back together. why? you weren’t even sure yourself. eren found himself having the same dilemma as well.

“h-hey, come back to me. i want a kiss,” he moaned into your shoulder, his canines trailing over the sweaty skin. when you didn’t move or respond, hit bit down. it wasn’t hard, but it was enough to grab your attention.

no words were exchanged—only a bruising kiss that soon turned into eren sucking your tongue into his mouth.

it was becoming a little much for you.

his hands wandering all across your body, squeezing n’ smacking any inch of skin he could grasp. the sinful moans he let out as he suckled on your bottom lip. his cock ramming into that same spot that had your vision going blurry.

“you’re gonna cum aren’t you? mmcht—bet you can’t even hold it in for a few more minutes, right?” your jaw was in his grasp again, a teasing smirk spreading across his lips.

“mm-mm.”

with the amount of brain power you were using to scold your body into holding off a little longer, it was extremely hard to come up with a coherent sentence.

“hah, you’re lying.”

“am not.”

and then you were abruptly flipped onto your back, eren’s dick slipping out of you with a wet popping sound. he gave you no time to process the change in positions, or even give you a heads up that he was gonna ram inside with a mean ‘are to’ hissed into your ear.

it felt like all the air had been punched from your lungs, a loud cry ripping past your lips. eren hummed in content, slinging your thighs over his own along with a quick kiss to your jaw. his thumb rubbed semi-fast circles into your clit, and when he looked down something mesmerizing caught his attention.

it was you, well, your pussy, struggling to take his dick and gracing it with a pearl colored sheen of cream. his cock fit almost perfectly, and it made him excited to think about the countless night he would soon spend molding your gooey walls to take him with ease again.

“ah, ah—ren, i can’tttt,” you sobbed out, pushing a hand against his abdomen. your nails dragged down the tan skin, making him hiss.

your hand was yanked away, now pinned by your head along with the other. eren slowed his thrusts, settling for deep grinds and delicious circles that had tears pooling at your lash line. your man was inches from your face, his hair forming a brunette curtain that shielded you from the rising sun.

the action felt so intimate, like you and him were the only two people in existence.

“i thought you were tired, h-hm?”

it was nice to hear your voice. don’t get him wrong, eren loved the noises you made, but hearing you hoarsely get your words out while he made love to you was even better.

love.

he loved you. he’s always loved you, and forever will. even if the universe decided to selfishly drag you away from his desperate clutches, he’d still carry a torch for you in heart until his last breath.

he started to say something then stopped. but once he saw the look on your face the words came spilling out, choked and more meaningful than ever.

“i love you.”

and then he said it again. and again. and again—

“iloveyou. iloveyou. iloveyou.” his voice cracked, the grip he had on your wrist tightening. he closed the gap of space between you, his forehead pressing snugly against yours. “always been you. always gonna be you. i-i’m gonna be better now, yeah? never gonna leave me again because i’ll be good for you. i promise, ( ❤︎ ). i-i promise.”

three salty droplets hit the apples your cheeks, but you paid them no mind. they didn’t matter. especially when this is the second time since knowing him that eren’s cried in front of you—the breakup being the first unfortunately.

neither of you knew why this second go around was so much more emotional. maybe it was from drowsiness, or the beautiful scenery. maybe it was because it was finally settling in that this the real, and there were no more doubts from your end.

you weren’t sure, and neither was eren. all rennie knew was that if you didn’t say it back, he was bound to combust into pieces. that tough face that he sported almost twenty four hours a day was replaced with something you’ve never seen before.

“you love me right? right?” the last part of his sentence was punctuated by a thrust, rewarding him with a loud moan that he greedily swallowed up in the form of a kiss.

your head bobbed eagerly, lips parting in a sob. “i do, ren! i do love you, i-i promise.”

his thumb pushed up your wrist and trailed over your pinky, pushing down lightly. it wasn’t exactly a proper pinky promise, but it’d have to do. he brushed his nose over your cheek, “say it again. just one more time for me, and i’ll let you cum.”

the skin of his pelvis was rubbing against your clit sloppily, bringing you closer and closer to the release you prided yourself for holding back. you needed it desperately now.

“i love you eren. t-this feels safe. you feel safe. m’not gonna leave again i prom—”

your orgasm hit you like a semi, interrupting your oh so sweet words. but that was okay with eren. it was all worth seeing the look on your face as he brought you to climax. he could feel your thighs trembling against him, your wrists thrashing against his palms. he hadn’t realized how tight his grip was was until he actually loosened up.

he laced your fingers with his, shallowly drawing his hips back before slamming forward again to ride out your orgasm. his own was quickly approaching, and with a choked moan, he was finishing inside you in long, hot spurts.

“love you . . love you . .” he whispered into your cheek, drowsiness suddenly overtaking him.

he rolled over with quickness, knowing that if he stayed in that position any longer, he surely would’ve collapsed and gotten an earful about how he ‘crushed’ you.

you moved right along with him thanks to his death grip, his cock still nestled in the confines of your warmth. he was exhausted, you could tell by the glazed over look and slow blinks.

“h-here, lemme up. i’ll be the big spoon and hold you this time.” your voice was quiet, strained. a hot cup of tea was definitely needed later for the both of you.

eren made no protests as you slowly lifted your lower half, a dribble of cum leaking from your stretched entrance and down the inside of your thigh. a shower was also needed without a doubt, but you knew it would be hopeless to get eren out of bed for at least a good half hour.

once you were settled on your back, eren was latching onto your side like an oversized koala. his head was resting in the crook of your neck, and one of his long legs was draped over both of yours. you almost wanted to laugh when he blindly searched for your breast, tatted hand squeezing it gently three times before going limp.

“i’ll get up soon, i swear. ‘know you gotta get up and pee.”

“i also need to get in touch with mika. she wants me to do this interview—”

eren made a grunting noise in annoyance, plus lips pushing into a sleepy pout. “babyyy, i thought we’d get the day to relaxxxx.”

“we are, silly. if you would’ve let me finish, i was gonna say she wants me to do some interview in the next couple days.” your fingers ran through his soft locs, scratching lightly at his scalp to ease him. “don’t worry, i’m still all yours today you big baby.”

suddenly, eren was lifting his head, that needy expression he had only minutes ago now replaced with his signature glare. he didn’t say anything at first, emerald eyes looking you up and down until they eventually softened.

his head was back in its rightful place, his hand squeezing at your breasts once more for comfort. “not a baby,” he muttered into your skin, the vibrations tickling you.

“maybe not a baby . . but you’re definitely mine.” the line was cheesy as hell, and you knew it. but eren definitely seemed to enjoy it given the gruff laugh he let out.

[ruesdeluxe]

[mymyarchives]

[yotume]

Thanks for the request.

[chosayi]

dreamcon was sm fun i miss it already

[aransmind]

go emo boys 🗣️‼️

[bloomflix]

“sixeyeyn or rottensatoru? chat are you guys making a ship name? this was worse than last time…” 𓆩♡𓆪

suguru read the chat amused while he looked at the viewership on his stream increasing. why? because rottenyn and sixeyesatoru keep edging their fans on their “situationship” relationship thing that was going on, and the one and only streamer!satoru was there, in suguru’s stream.

suguru initially wanted to do a gameplay, but when he realized that he accidentally invited satoru prior, he realized he might as well profit off this situation his friend finds himself in.

“pay no mind,” streamer!satoru said. “they’ve done that in my tiktok and insta comments too.”

as much as he wanted to deny it and keep it cool in front of the chat, streamer!satoru had to keep his image—despite the fact that he dms you every night. he managed to get your number and play the occasional game pigeon, play some private 1v1 sessions, and even watch a movie on a discord call twice a week…however it would be preferable to do it in person, but you are just so considerate on getting clipped and taking to consideration streamer!satoru’s career. god you really were cool…

after sukuna’s streamer get-together, his feed went on fire due to the camera showing your interaction in the background. it got clipped all over social media and not to mention, people were now starting to pay attention to how satoru even interacts with your posts, always liking it in minutes and commenting “nonchalantly”.

and that…that was the best thing to have come out of the stream.

he didn’t want to admit it, but satoru loved the ship names spammed in the chat and even his fans coming up to him and asking about you. he got approached at a popmart store and clipped. then, his timeline went on fire, why? streamer!satoru said popmart was overrated; but who likes to open popmart figures? streamer!yn.

streamer!satoru couldn’t lie—he found it so funny when his fans asked you about him. because then he would come across clips of the stream on twitter and see how flustered you’d get, then give a response with a cute smile on your face. streamer!satoru loved sending those clips and teasing you.

“lmao he’s so invested in his phone i bet he’s texting yn. yeahhh i think so too.” suguru laughed, invested in the chat more than on his valorant session. “got any ship name ideas? how about sato-y/n? or maybe y/n-toru?”

he frowned. “shut up i’m buying something.” to which suguru leaned over to see. “a zimomo? hmmm interesting. what’dya gotta say about that, chat? personally, i think they’re fugly as shit but i know a certain someone really likes those…”

the ping! of the chat increased linearly, then suguru spoke again. “by the way, our special guest is coming soon. we can play like flee the facility or something.”

“who?” satoru asked, still scrolling on his phone for more trinkets to buy for your next 'unboxing stream'.

“dunno if you know them. but she should be—,” then the doorbell rang. “ah. she’s here.”

“she-?”— “get the door, satoru. i’m busy…”

satoru hummed, thinking that suguru got a streamer!yn of his own (but you’re totally wayyy better) and gasped when he opened the door. he sure as hell didn’t expect you..but he isn't inherently complaining about it either.

“oh! hey satoru!”

satoru froze, pouted, and let you in. “wait what the hell? i didn't know you were coming? why didn’t you text meeee? yn?”

you giggled and kissed his cheek—resulting in his face burning red like a tomato. “sorry toru, i’ll let you know next time. thanks for the sonny angels. i’ll be sure to shout you out next stream—,”

"toru, huh?" suguru’s gaming chair wheeled back and he cleared his throat. “guys, don’t forget that when you’re on stream, people can hear you. yeah. people have ears. get over here and let’s play flee the facility.”

once you and satoru pulled roblox up on your phones, suguru began laughing. you forgot that suguru was showing his screen so when viewers noticed the two matching roblox avatars next to suguru's customized one, the chat's ding-ing became more apparent.

“awh matching avatars? how cute.” he mocked.

it was safe to say that your entire feed went on fire with more possible ship names.

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if i were to make another part of this streamer series, what would you guys want to see? vnlinewnelbwlkq (lmao should i make jjk streamer university and add it into this or smt, i say as i'm watching this youtube video essay on how funny streamer university is)