idk man sometimes i like it when video game writers are allowed to plan a series of events that happen in a specific order and affect each other in turn to become an overarching narrative, and i donât mind trusting those writers to take me through those events in the order that is emotionally effective. i donât really care if a game forces me to go through the forest area first before i can attempt the icy area because maybe thereâs things that happen in the forest area that inform later scenes in the icy area. maybe we don't need more superficial player choice open world concepts if it comes at the cost of the ability to write a story with actual significant plot events and character development in each section
fem!reader, implied sexy time, mentions of violence, toxic dynamic, yandere Billy.
well, I wrote again. it was fun. 339 words.
âAre you mad at me?â Billy asked from behind you, walking casually with his hands in his pockets. He was completely at ease despite his display of violence earlier.
You shivered in your dress, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walked. It was fucking cold. âYou threatened him with a knife.â
Billy hummed, âI could have cut his fingers off for putting his hands on you.â Again, so casual. Like you were discussing the weather.
You pressed your thighs together, feeling suddenly warm despite the cool September wind, an ache burning between your thighs. You didnât answer.
âDonât pretend you didnât like that, sweetheart. Or that you didnât slap that woman last week who kissed my cheek.â He continued.
âFuck you.â
âHere or at home?â
âAsshole.â
He caught up to you, pressing himself against your back, kissing your neck, pressing you against a railing that overlooked the coastline.
He had ruined you, any other man you would have dumped, but Billy was different. Every time you saw him it was a hit of oxytocin. And you always craved more.
His fingers skimmed your sides, before grabbing your hips. You let out a whimper when he pulled your dress up around your thighs, fingers touching you through your panties. âSo wet. Is this for me?â He husked.
Doing this in public where you could get caught only made it more thrilling. You couldnât help it, and a whine slipped past your lips, as you leaned back against his ass, grinding down on his jean covered cock.
âTell me what you want.â He growled, pinning you harder against the railing.
His fingers circled your clit, and your thighs trembled. You knew what this was. He wanted to remind you that you belonged to him. Only him.
You were so close, âGod, Billy. I want you.â
But then you pushed him away, eyes dark. And then you smiled, turned and started running down the pathway, urging him to give chase.
Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered... I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City... To take back the child you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great. You have no power over me!
fem!reader, implied sexy time, mentions of violence, toxic dynamic, yandere Billy.
well, I wrote again. it was fun. 339 words.
âAre you mad at me?â Billy asked from behind you, walking casually with his hands in his pockets. He was completely at ease despite his display of violence earlier.
You shivered in your dress, wrapping your arms around yourself as you walked. It was fucking cold. âYou threatened him with a knife.â
Billy hummed, âI could have cut his fingers off for putting his hands on you.â Again, so casual. Like you were discussing the weather.
You pressed your thighs together, feeling suddenly warm despite the cool September wind, an ache burning between your thighs. You didnât answer.
âDonât pretend you didnât like that, sweetheart. Or that you didnât slap that woman last week who kissed my cheek.â He continued.
âFuck you.â
âHere or at home?â
âAsshole.â
He caught up to you, pressing himself against your back, kissing your neck, pressing you against a railing that overlooked the coastline.
He had ruined you, any other man you would have dumped, but Billy was different. Every time you saw him it was a hit of oxytocin. And you always craved more.
His fingers skimmed your sides, before grabbing your hips. You let out a whimper when he pulled your dress up around your thighs, fingers touching you through your panties. âSo wet. Is this for me?â He husked.
Doing this in public where you could get caught only made it more thrilling. You couldnât help it, and a whine slipped past your lips, as you leaned back against his ass, grinding down on his jean covered cock.
âTell me what you want.â He growled, pinning you harder against the railing.
His fingers circled your clit, and your thighs trembled. You knew what this was. He wanted to remind you that you belonged to him. Only him.
You were so close, âGod, Billy. I want you.â
But then you pushed him away, eyes dark. And then you smiled, turned and started running down the pathway, urging him to give chase.
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