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Modern! Cult Leader! Zhongli

 My first brainrot!! Or rather, the first one I'm actually writing about lol.

 Ft. Modern Sagau X Nonbinary! Reader (you get called adorable once)

 TW: cults, children being in cults, diet control, murder

Published: June 14, 2023

Words: 1,742

Pages: 5

 This brainrot takes place in a Modern! SAGAU. Where, within the state/city (haven't decided yet) of Teyvat, at Akademiya University, a young and self-absorbed Zhongli- who longs for money, violence, and fame- decides to start a cult.

 He makes up this genderless god who created the universe and all life within it. He says that each planet within our solar system once had its own dominant race. That the god fell in love with one of their creations- a dragon-like harbinger of war known as Rex Lapis- and who's love was returned. That together, the pair had seven children (Anemo, Geo, Electro, Dendro, Hydro, Pyro, and Cyro), and they were going to have another. But sadly, before they could be born, one of the planet's kings had grown jealous of their not only their love, but also their power. So, with his cunning wit, the king convinced six other planets to do a hostile takeover. One that killed both the Creator and their kids.

 He says that the grieving Rex Lapis, in a blind fury, went and slaughtered every living being that had contributed to his beloved's death. When he was finally finished, he went to the only planet that hadn't betrayed his spouse (Earth), and laid down for a several-million-year depression nap. At first, the people of Earth treated him with kindness. They cleaned his body while he slept, and created various shrines around him so they would have a proper place to put their offerings. But as the years went on, the people mysteriously stopped taking care of him. And so, life began to bloom across the Rex Lapis's body, and he slowly but surely turned into a mountain.

 He says that, when Rex Lapis had finally woke up, with life all across him, he didn't have the heart to move. For it reminded him of both his spouse and some of his children. And so, he used his powers to create a tiny solid projection of himself that he could act as his eyes and ears for the new world outside him. And, after getting a good look at everything, he decided to make a human form and conjure various other things he would need to disguise himself as a member of modern society. But doing so had stretched his what was left of his powers (which were weakened from years of disuse, like atrophied muscles) thin. So thin he couldn't do anything more without them breaking, and trapping himself within the mountain for who-knows how long.

 This human, as you've probably guessed by now, named himself Zhongli.

 Zhongli says that he felt insulted by the people for forgetting his beloved spouse, who oh so graciously gave them life. But without his powers, he couldn't seek vengeance like he wanted. So, he decided to take a more peaceful route and start spreading the gospel of his spouse and kids.

 The first few members of his cult are an odd bunch. A drunk wannabe musician, a pair of abused sisters, a married lady, and more. As a reward, he gave each of them a piece of jewelry, crafted with one of his children in mind, so they could identify each other. He called these accessories 'Visions', and said that they 'revealed the mortals who see the truth'. Each vision represented a different one of his born children.

 To keep his cultists where he wanted them, he created the 'creators diet', which, while being versatile, successfully damaged his servants' ability to think. He had them pray every morning, every night, and every time they faced any trouble. He had the cult move into a house located on the very mountain he claims his body is trapped under. This house, which he claims was made with power he gained from all the worshipping, is a building many family reunions were held when he was a child. One that his grandparents, who he had not talked to for years at that point, just so happened to give him before dying.

 The house was fairly large. Two stories, with two rooms on the ground floor (a large living room and large dining room (with a small kitchen attached)), and eleven rooms (ten bedrooms and a communal bathroom) on the floor above. One of the ten bedrooms was a master bedroom, which he obviously had to himself. While the members spent only slept in and cleaned the house, due to the distance from the city and the fact they all had jobs, he still had them meet every Monday at noon for 'group prayer' and group sparing. During these prayer sessions, he would have his servants give nearly all of their money to him. After all; he was a dragon. And what was a dragon without treasure?

 To his mild surprise, but great amusement, the cult grew very big within a few years. Too big for him to manage. So, he divided the job amongst six of the seven original members; a reward for 'enlightening' so many people. He also gave them physical rewards- another, different piece of jewelry he called gnosis, that he 'infused with his power' so that when their natural death comes, they would be able to sit beside his spouse and kids in celestia. Through them, he was able to get six different houses that his expanding cult could move into. Sadly, not everyone could move into one of the buildings. But considering the members that couldn't were all very big names within Teyvat, he was fine with making exceptions.

 As the years went on, he slowly started decorating himself with various makeup and props to make himself look more dragon-like. Horns, cat-pupil eye contacts; he even went so far as to get his arms tattooed brown and gold! All to show his people "the growth of his power".

 "The more acolytes I-- and my beloved, of course- gain, then more of you should be able to meet their grace when your natural death comes. Why, with enough of you, we might even be able to raise them from the dead!" <- Something Zhongli will soon regret saying on a regular basis. 

 Sadly, some of them meet their 'natural death's fairly soon. Like Makoto and Rukkhadevata, who had discovered the truth through his goddamn parents of all people. Of course, he killed all four, but that brought some new problems. While Makoto was easily replaced by her sister, he not only needed a replacement for Rukkhadevata, but she had a daughter that needed to be taken care of. Her father didn't know she even existed, and he feared her discovery would start an investigation into his cult. Little did he know that his murders already did.

 It took him a few years to discover, but when he did, it was already too late. He, in another panic to preserve everything, killed the mole. But, worried that there was another one, he made plan and slowly acted on it over the following months. First, he had one of the archons buy him a house and faked a 'power tear' because of overusing said powers (he, before leaving, compared it to a muscle tear). Then, he had all but one of the houses change the day and time of the weekly prayer session. Finally, through his archons, he had the seven houses turned into buildings for newcomers, with the only members ever coming for the weekly prayer session (Which he also altered to be on separate days depending on the house they're in).

 Don't be mistaken, he still had connections to the cult and most certainly still had control over it! He made absolutely sure of it before he left. The archons, who knew of the truth and were sworn to secrecy, regularly contacted him for guidance, prayers, and offerings. But he was now living a much more normal lifestyle. It was kind of difficult for him, to be honest. He had to wear long sleeves and gloves whenever he left the house. He had no one to talk to him, no one to clean for him, no one to cook for him… But the worst of all, in his opinion, was him having to get a job.

 He can't help but be thankful for his past self's decision to complete college and get his degree, even though it had become unneeded before he had even finished school. Without it, he wouldn't be able to get a job as a funeral consultant. And, just his luck, his boss was also a member of his cult! A member of the liyue house, with a pretty little pyro vision ring worn on her ring finger of all things.

 He had a difficult time hiding his laughter. Sadly, that was just about the best thing he discovered as of late. For he made a rather worrisome discovery a few months later.

 When he first heard he was getting a new neighbor, he didn't think much of it. Other than anticipation for getting a new toy for him to use and abuse, of course. But then he actually saw his neighbor, and he froze for a second. A (s/t) person with the hair, eyes, and body to match his so-called beloved spouse. He cursed his past self for allowing that one geo boy draw the 'human form' of his 'beloved' for a moment. But then he took a deep breath, and went and introduced himself to you.

 You- kind, sweet, and adorable you. Who's personality somehow also matches the one he made up for his 'creator'. And he silently worries as he helps you carry some boxes into your deceased grandparents house. Worries about someone from his hundred-membered cult, all of whom now having homes of their own- spotting you. If you accidentally snap his followers out of his control..! No- that can't happen. Won't happen. Not on his watch.

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 And my brainrot's died. Or rather, passed out, 'cause I wanna continue with this idea, but I have no idea on where to go from here. Maybe he kidnaps you. Maybe he manipulates you into becoming a recluse that only relies on him. Maybe he falls in love with you and decides to make you the vice-leader of his cult. Or maybe he falls into a delusion where you are his dead spouse.

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IF THERE IS A GOD, IT'S ME Part 1

Parings: Cult Leader!Ellie x Reader Warnings: Manipulation Special Tags: Cult AU Word Count: 8.2k

Notes: Reader is Bi in this story. The story is based on the song IF THERE IS A GOD, IT'S ME by PLVTINUM. I recommend listing to the song. You can find it here.

Summary: Ellie becomes extremely upset after discovering the truth about Joel's auctions in Salt Lake City. She knew she could never see Joel again. Ellie left Joel and Jackson behind to find her place in the world. Ellie returned to the only place she knew before Joel, Boston. However, Boston was far from a welcoming refuge. Instead, She ventured into the unclaimed territories of New England to build a community akin to Jackson. As her community slowly took shape, people began to gravitate toward her, captivated by her strength and immunity. When people see that Ellie is the only immune person in the world, they believe she is a prophet. They wholeheartedly chose to believe they were placed on this Earth by a higher power. They looked to her for guidance and solace in the world. Ellie's biggest fear is to lose the people she loves. What Joel did killed him in her eyes. Now, she is traumatized and is very strict with the people in the town. Ellie deeply loves each member of her community. She loves them in a very dark way. Ellie found herself drawn to one person in particular.

(Eillie is a cult leader who likes readers more than she should.) 

You awoke to the biting cold of the early morning air. Outside, the early morning darkness clings to the world. You lay in a comfy cocoon of thick wool. A part of you hesitated to leave the warmth of your bed. Every breath forms cute little puffy clouds in the frigid air. A quiet groan escaped your lips as you thought about inevitably departing from this cozy sanctuary. You nestled more deeply into the soft embrace of the blanket. You lay there listening to the world stirring around you. Downstairs, you heard the faint sounds of your mother making breakfast. You also could smell the very distinct scent of breakfast. Your ears picked up the sound of your father reading himself for another day. They also picked up on the sound beyond the walls of your home. You could hear the faint chatter of your neighbors rising from the dead. You could listen to your neighbors groaning about having to wake up early. They also complain about the cold, frigid air. Every part of you wishes you could linger in the comfort of your bed a little longer. Sadly, you have too many responsibilities. With regret, you gave the blanket one final affectionate nuzzle before leaving the blanket's warmth behind. As you rise from bed, an exhausted sigh escapes your lips. There was no escaping your responsibilities.

You slowly rose out of bed and into a standing position. Your socks landed on the wooden floor below. Once standing, you quickly remove your pajamas. Next, you promptly slipped on your day clothes. Your outfit of choice was a pair of jeans and a cozy flannel shirt. Today, you dressed for the cold day ahead. Once you finished getting dressed, you decided to indulge in breakfast.

Before you descended the stairs, you decided to grab your well-worn backpack and jacket in hand. Once you collected your belongings, you dropped the stairs. Each wooden step groaned under your weight.

Once you were in the first room, you headed to the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, the scent of breakfast greeted you. You expected to find your mother tending to the stove. However, to your surprise, your parents were already seated at the kitchenette. They were in the process of consuming scrambled eggs and ham. Their faces shined in the warm glow of the morning sun streaming through the window. They were both engaged in a soft conversation. It created a scene of domestic bliss that captivated you.

"Good morning, my darling daughter," your father greeted you with a smile as he noticed your presence. You approached them, embracing them both with affectionate kisses.

"Morning," you replied softly, your voice still carrying the remnants of sleep. You moved to the stove to serve yourself a plate of the piece of the breakfast your lovely mother prepared. Once you received your portion, you quickly moved to the kitchenette. Once you settled into your seat, you began to eat. At the exact moment, you felt your mother playfully nudged your shin with her foot.

"Don't forget your morning prayer, dear," she reminded you. Her voice had a very gentle tone to it. "Remember to thank Ms. Williams and God for this meal. Without them, none of this would be possible."

Your father nodded in agreement. "We raised you better than that," he affirmed with a warm smile.

You offered an apologetic look. "I apologize, Mother. I was just excited to enjoy this wonderful breakfast," you replied softly before bowing your head in silent prayer. You prayed to God thanks for the meal before you. You also thanked God for his gift, named Ellie Williams.

Ever since you were young, your parents were religious. God and religion were cornerstones of your parents' beliefs. When you were growing up in a nearby QZ, your family participated in the local religious community. The three of you would attend different religious events together. You remember watching your parents pray before God for hours. During these prayer sessions, they would beg for more food on the table or for the aging house to remain standing. Every day, your family lives in a godly way. One of the few books your family read was a religious text. Your mother read it so much that it was pivotal in your education. Your mother used the book to teach you to read and write through its religious passages. You grew up practicing these passages so much you could recite them from memory.

God was so ingrained in your nature that you should never question God. Even on the worst day of your life, the day that the QZ fell.

FEDRA had become more oppressive than ever in the years leading up to the QZ downfall. Due to the lack of resources, FEDRA decided to work with everyone over time. The QZ citizens were subjected to grueling double shifts for meager pay. Even with everyone's hard work, there still needed to be more food and clean water. At the same time, there was a crackdown on smuggling by FEDRA. Both events caused the masses to grow visibly more angry. With the only alternative source of goods cut off, they gained a monopoly on essential goods. FEDRA raised prices, making most people's meager savings dwell faster. The lack of supplies also forced you to buy them at a high expense or die. FEDRA also started taking any form of restrictions seriously. They began to give people death sentences for the slightest infraction. People started to fear for their lives. There was a feeling of dread loaning over the city. Everyone sensed that the QZ's days were numbered. People could only speculate about when everything would fall apart. The only thing people could do was for the transition to be peaceful.

When the day of revoking came, it was everyone's worst nightmare. That day, QZ all around you descended into chaos. The sounds of screams and gunshots filled the air. Soon, every inch of the QZ became a war zone. People turned on each other for survival. People murdered one another for dwindling supplies. Some people use the fact that the world is crumbling to act on their dark desires. Gangs tore through the QZ, leaving destruction in their wake. The streets were littered with lifeless bodies when it was all said and done.

It was only by the grace of God you and your family were able to escape the walls of the QZ.

Your family struggled to build a new life outside the QZ walls. In your escape, your family could only grab essential supplies, like food and bandages. Even with rationing, the supplies only lasted about a week and a half. Supplies were scarce outside, meaning you spent much time searching for more. Infected were an ever-present threat, making you quickly learn to avoid them. Things worsened when the different gangs from the QZ started to venture outside the walls. Different groups scramble for territories and resources. People who dared enter the group's land were shot on sight. Between the gangs and the infected, staying in one spot for over a week was unsafe. Your existence became transient, moving from one place to another. The constant fear that each day could be your last weighed heavily on you.

Every night, you pray to God for salvation.

Then, one fateful day, it seemed God answered your prayers.

While scavenging for supplies, you encounter a group of survivors. You did your best to stay away from them just to be safe. However, God had other plans. While searching for a house for supplies, you came across a bloater. You knew you would not survive a fight with said bloater. Instead, you chose to run with the bloater hot on your trail. While trying to escape, the bloater ran straight into the group. They quickly acted and destroyed the boater's body with their weapons. The group also chose not to kill you even though you led a bloater right to them.

Once all the commotion settled down, the group's leader talked to you. The leader explained they were looking for a settlement in the area. The town they were looking for was rumored to be a paradise. According to the rumors, this town had abundant food and impenetrable walls. You told them that no settlement existed in the area. The moment the words left your lips, some members were frustrated. You could only guess how long and far they have been traveling. You could tell that every group member was exhausted and losing hope.

You offer them to stay the night at your family's makeshift camp in exchange for saving you. That evening, everyone shared a meal and stories over a crackling fire. You learned more about the group and their journey across the wilderness. Even though they had been walking for some time, they only lost a few people. By nightfall, you and your family decided to join this group on their journey. It was a risky gamble, but you had little left to lose. You would only last a little longer with how things look around here. So, the following day, you packed up what little you had left and left behind the only place you'd ever known.

The gamble paid off when, three days later, you arrived in paradise. The sight that greeted your eyes was unlike anything you had ever experienced. The town, bathed in the gentle glow of the sun, took on an otherworldly beauty. Nestled on the shore, it seemed like a jewel perched on the world's edge. The outer perimeter wall surrounding the town was as massive as the rumors had claimed. So vast that it cast a shadow that stretched over the land. This structure gave an impression of both safety and grandeur. The wall showed the effort the town put into its preservation.

The sight behind the walls left you even more breathless. Rows of lush greenhouses stretched before you, their glass surfaces reflecting the sunlight in a dazzling display of colors. Inside, these greenhouses were vibrant with life in contrast to the acrid stench of decay you had grown accustomed to. The stock houses were brimming with supplies that had been collected meticulously. The stock houses were also neatly organized from floor to ceiling. Storefronts lined the cobbled streets, each one stocked with homemade goods. The shelves were adorned with crafts, fresh produce, and other treasures. Here, the fruits of labor are shared among neighbors.

It wasn't just the abundance of stuff that struck you; it promised a new beginning and hope for a brighter future. Children's laughter filled the air as they played in the streets without a care. Older adults sat on their porches and enjoyed the evening air. For the first time, you saw people with disabilities fully integrated into the community, living life to the fullest. Everyone in town was thriving instead of merely surviving.

Ultimately, God answered your prayers and delivered you and your family a sanctuary.

A sudden knock at the front door disrupted your morning meal. You sprang from your seat before anyone else had a chance to react. "I'll get the door," you announced.

With purposeful steps, you made your way to the front entrance. Arriving at the door, you braced yourself for the frigid bite of the cold air on the other side before you swung the door open. The morning light momentarily blinded your eyes. Once your eyes refocus, a familiar face greeted you on the other side – Alexander.

Alexander had been your next-door neighbor and closest friend in town since the day you arrived. From the moment you set foot in the community, he had gone above and beyond to make you feel welcome. Alexander eagerly took it upon himself to be your guide, offering to give you a tour of the small coastal town. As the two of you walked, he spoke about days long past. Alexander explained that this town had once been a thriving tourist destination, drawing thousands worldwide. But then came "outbreak day," plunging the world into chaos. Fortunately, at that time, the town had been in its off-season, its population reduced to just a handful of residents. This twist of fate had left the town miraculously untouched by the world's destruction. 

During the tour, Alexander's warm smile and charismatic personality enveloped you. He constantly flirted with you playfully, making your heart flutter with every charming word and teasing gesture. Over time, as your friendship deepened, you couldn't help but develop a crush on him. There were days when you thought his feelings might mirror your own, but it was hard to discern the truth.

The sound of Alexander talking pulled you out of your thoughts. "Hey, good morning," he greeted. He was leaning casually against the door-frame, his smile radiating warmth. 

"Hey, Alexander," you replied warmly, your voice tinged with a hint of affection. "What can I do for you this morning?"

Before Alexander could respond, your father approached from behind and interjected, concern evident in his voice. "Who's at the door?"

You offered a sheepish smile to Alexander before turning to your father. "Father, it is Alexander."

"Why don't you invite him in? It's better than leaving the door open. It's hard enough to keep this house warm as it is." Your father's gruff voice carried through the hallway, making him sound louder than he was.

You gave him a firm nod before turning to address Alexander. "How about we continue our conversation inside? You can warm up a little." Stepping out of the doorway, allowing Alexander to enter the house. You quickly closed the door behind him. 

"Alexander," your father's voice was friendly. "How are you? How is your mother doing?"

"Hello, Sir," Alexander greeted your father, extending his hand for a friendly handshake. "We're both doing well. She'll be helping out at the family supper tonight."

Your father let out a hearty laugh. "That's great to hear. So, if you don't mind me asking, what brings you here this morning?"

Alexander looked over at you with a hopeful look in his eyes. "I was hoping I could accompany you on your morning walk to work."

His request caught you off guard, and you felt a blush creeping onto your cheeks as you struggled to find the right words. Fortunately, your father noticed your hesitation and came to the rescue. "That sounds like a wonderful idea," he chimed in with an encouraging smile.

You nodded in agreement, managing to find your voice. "Let me grab my things, and we can head out," you said softly to Alexander. You returned to the kitchen to retrieve your jacket and bag. Before leaving, you leaned down to give your mother an affectionate kiss on the head. "I'm heading out, Ma."

She placed a gentle hand on your wrist, her eyes filled with warmth. "Be safe, dear. And ask that boy on a date already. I'm not getting any younger and want to meet my grandbabies." Her words were filled with love and humor, leaving you with a smile.

Before leaving for the day, you gave your father an affectionate kiss on the head. "I'm heading out. I'll see you at the communal diner," you told him with a smile. With those words, you stepped out into the crisp, cold outdoor air, and Alexander followed closely behind.

An awkward silence enveloped both of you as you embarked on your walk. For several minutes, neither of you seemed to know what to talk about, the quiet punctuated only by the rhythmic sounds of your footsteps. Alexander was the first to speak, breaking the awkward silence. His words caught you off guard. "You look beautiful today," he said with a warm and genuine smile.

His compliment made your cheeks flush even warmer, and you returned the gesture with a sincere smile. "Thank you," you replied, feeling a pleasant flutter in your chest. "You're quite handsome yourself." Playfully, you bumped into his arm, and the shared laughter eased your awkwardness. The walk suddenly felt lighter as a more comfortable and enjoyable conversation ensued between you.

As you arrived at the school where you worked, you paused before the building's entryway to bid Alexander a good day. However, it seemed Alexander had one last surprise in store for you. Just as you were about to enter, his hand gently wrapped around your wrist, causing you to stop. "Wait!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with anticipation. "Before you go, I wanted to ask you something."

The air was thick with curiosity and a sense of the unknown as you turned to face him, wondering what he had in store. "What is it?"

"Would you go on a date with me?" At that moment, as the words hung in the air, time seemed to stand still. You looked into Alexander's eyes.

A soft smile graced your lips as your heart swelled with joy. "Yes," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and happiness. "I would love to go on a date with you."

Before either of you could continue the conversion, you became aware of another person's presence. Ellie Williams, the most influential figure in town, stood in the school doorway. Her piercing gaze fixed upon you and Alexander. Her presence's weight was palpable, leaving you both momentarily speechless. 

"Alexander, I believe the morning patrol shift starts soon. You better get going. You do not want to be late." Ellie's words broke the tension, but her tone was icy, and it was evident that she held some authority over Alexander.

He nodded quickly, seeming slightly uneasy. "Yes, you're right. I am sorry, ma'am," he replied, glancing at you apologetically. "I better get going. I'll see you later." There was a hint of disappointment in his eyes, but duty called, and he couldn't ignore it. As Alexander hurried off to his morning patrol, you were left standing there.

As Alexander hurried away, Ellie's demeanor softened almost instantly. It was as though the cold facade she had initially displayed had melted away with his departure. Ellie turned to you, her expression more gentle. "Sorry about that," she said, her tone warmer than before.

Her sudden change in demeanor slightly put you off. "It is ok, ma'am. What can I help you with?"

You couldn't help but be slightly put off by Ellie's sudden change in demeanor. "It's alright, ma'am," you replied. "Is there something I can help you with?" 

Ellie let out a small laugh before walking up to you, closing the distance between you. "No need to call me ma'am. You can call me Ellie. We are all family here."

Ellie's laughter and her request to be called by her first name surprised you, but you nodded in acknowledgment. "Of course, Ellie."

With purposeful steps, Ellie started to circle you. Your heart started racing, and her presence felt somewhat imposing, like a predator sizing up its prey. "I have heard excellent things about you as a teacher. I am going to observe you today." You were a bit nervous when she finally stopped directly before you.

"I'd be honored to have you observe my class," you replied, trying to maintain your composure. Inside, your mind raced as you prepared for the upcoming observation. "I hope I live up to all of your expectations."

"I am sure you will," she replied. She gave you a smile that was meant to be comforting but came off as more sinister. She stepped out of your way and opened the door to the school building. "Ladies first."

You nodded in response to her comment and gesture. You stepped forward and entered the school building ahead of her. You couldn't help but wonder about the true nature of Ellie's intentions. As you entered your classroom, the sight of your students filled you with a sense of purpose. You had always loved working with young children; something about teaching them gave you hope for the future. While waiting for you to arrive, the children played with the classroom toys. You placed your bag on your old desk. "Alright, children, please settle down," you said, your voice carrying authority softened with kindness. The children swiftly cleaned up their play area and returned to their chairs. Ellie lingered in the doorway.

You directed the children's attention to Ellie's presence in the doorway. "Children, this is Ms. Williams. She will observe our class today, so please be on your best behavior." Turning your attention to Ellie, you added, "Let me get you a chair to sit in." You moved over a well-worn office chair from behind your desk to the doorway, offering her a seat to observe the class comfortably. As Ellie settled in, you began the day's lessons, determined to impress Ellie.

Throughout your lessons, you felt Eillie's watchful eye on you. The whole time, she did not take any notes. Instead, she just stared at you. The weight of her gaze felt heavy over you. The whole thing made you nervous. You thought yourself stumbling over your words as you spoke. Your palms were sweaty, causing problems as you wrote some words for the children to practice spelling. Your fingers trembled so much that you ended up dropping the caulk. The caulk bounced on the floor before rolling over to Ellie's feet.

As you conducted your lessons, you couldn't shake the feeling of Ellie's stare. Her gaze felt like a heavyweight, and it made you increasingly nervous. The pressure of her presents started to take its toll. You stumbled over your words, your sentences losing their fluidity. Your palms grew sweaty, making writing neatly on the board challenging. Your trembling fingers betrayed you when you accidentally dropped the chalk. The chalk clattered to the floor, bouncing before resting at Ellie's feet.

The room fell silent for a moment, and you could feel everyone's eyes on you, including Ellie's. You offered a sheepish smile and quickly moved to pick up the chalk. As you both reached for the fallen chalk, your hands brushed against each other briefly. A sudden rush of energy surged through you, causing your heart to skip a beat. Hastily, you withdrew your hand, allowing Ellie to pick up the chalk. As Ellie straightened up, it felt like she loomed over you, her presence undeniably commanding. She placed the chalk back into your hand, and the connection between you two felt electric. Her touch, firm on your shoulder, offered a strange mix of reassurance and unease.

"You don't need to worry," Ellie said softly, her voice close to your ear. "You're doing perfectly." With her free hand, she gently brushed aside a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of your face during the exchange, sending a shiver down your spine as a complex mixture of emotions swirled within you.

You felt renewed confidence after Ellie's reassuring words and the brief, unexpected interaction. With a firm nod, you returned to your lesson, the tension from earlier slowly dissipating. You taught with more confidence and clarity for the remainder of the class. Your words flowed as you guided your students through the material. The children seemed engaged, and their eagerness to learn helped you focus on the task at hand, temporarily pushing aside the unusual events of the morning.

At noon, it was time for the children to eat their lunch. As the children settled down to eat their lunches, you assisted them in getting their packed meals from their bags. The classroom buzzed with activity as the kids enjoyed their food. Amidst this, Ellie approached you from behind, her words catching you off guard.

"You've done an excellent job today," she acknowledged. "I have some other matters to attend to, so I'll leave. But before I go, I wanted to ask you something. Would you accompany me at the head table during the family supper?" Her request was unexpected, and you found yourself momentarily speechless.

Despite your unease, you couldn't bring yourself to say no to her invitation. Her influence in the town was undeniable, and it was well-known that you could not say no to her. "Of course, I'll be there." You gave her a soft smile. Ellie nodded in response before swiftly leaving the room. The prospect of the upcoming weighed on your mind as you continued to attend to the children during the day.

After Ellie left, the rest of your day unfolded in its usual rhythm. You continued teaching the children until early evening, guiding them through lessons. Parents began to arrive, one by one, to collect their children. The parents hurried their children home to get ready for family dinner. As the last child was picked up, you gathered your belongings. There was a soft rustling of leaves in the gentle evening breeze as you walked home.

Your peaceful walk ended as you ascended your house's front porch steps. You swiftly entered the house, the familiar embrace of warm air enveloping you. You could hear the soothing fire crackling in the fireplace from the entryway. You placed your belongings on a coat rack by the door, carefully hanging your coat. The soft thud of your bag hitting the wooden frame. "Mother, I am home," you called out, your voice carrying through the home.

"I am in my room, darling," your mother's gentle voice responded, a melody of warmth and love that beckoned you upstairs.

The wood creaked under your foot as you walked up the stairs to the second floor. When you reached your mother's room, you found her bedroom door stood slightly ajar. Pushing the door gently, you were greeted by seeing your mother sitting in a comfortable armchair by the window. She held a piece of clothing in her lap, and her skilled hands deftly worked a needle and thread, sewing patches onto the fabric. Even though she had lost her eyesight, she refused to let it slow her down. Your mother had taken up a job as a seamstress in town. She repaired everyone's clothes, from the youngest child's torn shirt to the worn-out garments of older people. Her skillful hands extended the lifespan of these clothes.

"Welcome home, my dear," she said, radiantly smiling. She set down the piece of clothing she was working on when addressing you. "How was your day?"

With a deep sigh, you sat down on her bed. As you sank into the soft matrices, you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. "My day was strange… Alexander asked me on a date." You remember how you felt at that moment. Every cell in your body was bursting with excitement.

"However, before we could plan anything, Ms. William appeared."

Your mother's subtle shift in her seat caught your attention. Her movement prompts you to look up at her. Worry clouded her eyes, and a sense of unease hung in the air. It was clear that Ellie Williams was someone your mother held in high regard but also feared. She understood just how powerful Ellie was in town. "What did Ms. Willames want?"

"She wanted to observe my class," you replied, still trying to process the unusual encounter. "Supposedly, she's been hearing good things about my teaching skills."

Your mother offered you a reassuring smile and gently touched your cheek. "I'm glad you're in her good graces," she said, her voice tinged with pride and caution. She then took a deep breath before continuing, choosing her words carefully. "However, remember to be careful around her. Her influence runs deep, and her actions have shaped the town in ways we can't always understand. Do you remember what happened to the young couple last year?"

You nodded, your mind drifting to a sad memory from the previous year. The event is a stark reminder of Ellie Williams' power and the consequences of crossing her path.

The official story is that a wanted young couple ventured into the wastelands beyond the town. It was forbidden to leave the town borders without special permission. Instead of using the main entrees, the couple sneaked out of town using one side gate on the perimeter wall. In their haste, they accidentally left said gates open. A small herd of infected creatures found their way in. The Guards had to act swiftly and kill all the infected before any damage could be done. When the young couple returned, Ellie was waiting for them with a punishment in hand.

Ellie stated that the couple must repent and reconnect with God. Residents felt shivers through the town. Guards escorted them to one of the many shacks designed for introspection located by Elli's house. These shacks are structured to make people reflect on their actions. Only Ellie and her trusted counsel were allowed to interact with the individuals. Often, those relocated to the shacks spent most of their days alone. Access to approved religious texts served as the only form of entertainment.

For six long months, the town heard nothing from the couple. Updates came solely from Ellie during the community meals, her brief mentions serving as the only connection to the outside world.

When the couple was finally released, a heavy cloud of silence hung over their return. The bruises that covered their bodies went unaddressed by the townsfolk. It seemed as if everyone had collectively agreed to overlook the ordeal. Few newcomers dared to ask about what had transpired during those six months. Instead of answers, they were met with cryptic replies. Over time, even they succumbed to the town's unspoken rule of silence.

The entire event served as a chilling reminder of the delicate equilibrium within the town. The respect for Ellie's authority and the fear of her consequences walked hand in hand, casting a shadow over the community's collective conscience.

"Yes, Mother. I remember what happened to the young couple. I promise you that I will be careful," you reassured your mother with sincerity, squeezing her hand lightly and offering a reassuring smile. However, that optimism quickly faded as you couldn't escape the feeling of unease.

Your mother noticed your change in demeanor. "What is wrong, my dear?" 

As you thought about the upcoming dinner, a swirl of emotions churned. "Ms. Williams wants me to join her at the head table during family supper," you admitted. Your voice betrays your true feelings.

The honor of being in Ellie's presence, let alone being invited to dine with her, was undeniable. There was a part of you that felt genuinely honored by the gesture. However, that honor weighed heavily on you. Beneath the feeling of recognition, there was a gnawing fear. You couldn't shake the feeling that one wrong move could quickly put you on Ellie's bad side. Only some wanted to find themselves on Ellie's wrong side.

Your mother's sudden movement startled you, causing you to look up. "We must get you ready for tonight," she declared.

There was seriousness in her features as she gazed into your eyes. You opened your mouth to speak, but she silenced you. Her firm grip on your wrist pulls you to your feet. She rushed into your room. Once inside your room, she released her hold on you and began rummaging through your closet. She had an almost frantic determination when looking through your wardrobe. Her frustration was evident as she examined each piece of clothing she pulled out. Most of the items were riddled with holes and stained from everyday wear.

"Mother, what are you looking for? Can I not just wear what I normally do?" you asked, picking up the discarded clothes from the floor.

She sharply turned to you, her eyes hardening as they met yours. "No, you must wear something nicer," she replied firmly, shaking her head before returning her focus to the closet. "Everyone's eyes will be on you, and you must be perfect."

Your stomach dropped as your mother's words sank in. It all started to make sense. Ellie rarely dined with anyone outside her inner circle. The fact that she had invited you meant that the entire town would scrutinize your every move. The pressure was immense, and the consequences of messing up extended beyond just displeasing Ellie. Everyone in the community would also judge your family and your place.

Your mother's voice pulled you out of your anxiety-filled spiral. "Ah! This is perfect," your mother exclaimed.

Your mother's search eventually found the nicest clothes you had. She found a long skirt dyed a deep, warm orange and a white blouse adorned with delicate orange flowers embroidered into the fabric. There were a few faint stains on the clothes, remnants of past occasions when you had worn them. You had always reserved these two items for significant events. You did this to preserve their condition.

Your mother handed you the outfit before speaking again. "Quickly put these on. Once you are done, we can do your hair."

Obeying your mother's command, you went to the second-floor bathroom. You quickly stripped down and redressed in the skirt and blouse. Once fully dressed, you took a moment to gaze at yourself in the cracked bathroom mirror. You couldn't help but appreciate the transformation. Despite the few stains, you must admit that you looked pretty good in your carefully chosen attire. Confidence began to bloom within you, a necessary shield against the evening ahead.

One last glance at the mirror, and you exited the bathroom. Returning to your room, you found your mother sitting on the edge of your bed, a hairbrush in her hand. Without a word, you crossed the room and settled on the floor before her. She gently brushed your hair; the rhythmic motion and the silence between you created a sense of calm.

As your mother continued to brush and style your hair, the sound of your father's approaching footsteps grew louder. His voice called out from beyond the doorway, "Is anyone up here?"

"We are in here, dear," your mother replied without looking up, her attention entirely focused on your hair.

Your father entered the room following your mother's voice, his curiosity piqued. His gaze fell upon your outfit, and he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "What are the two of you up to?" he inquired with amusement and curiosity. "What's with the fancy get-up?"

You addressed your father in a soft tone. "I've been invited to dine with Ms. Williams during family supper," you explained. The words carried the weight of unease that still lingered in your mind.

Your father did not share your feeling of unease. Instead, excitement washed over your father's features as he learned of your invitation. He enthusiastically leaned down and pulled you up from the floor, disregarding your mother's protestations. He enveloped you in a warm, tight hug. His voice filled with joy as he said, "That is such good news!" His infectious excitement momentarily eased some of the tension you were feeling.

An annoyed noise escaped your mother as she was displeased with your father's interruption. She gently touched her husband's shoulder, attempting to redirect his attention. "Darling," she began, "I need to finish her hair. It would be best if you started getting ready yourself. We will need to head out soon."

Your father hesitantly let you go, understanding the urgency in his wife's words. His tone softened as he responded, "You are right, dear." Leaning down, he kissed your head lovingly before leaving your room. Once he was gone, you and your mother finished preparing you for the evening ahead.

You arrived at the building as the sun dipped behind the horizon. The sun casts a warm glow over the sky. Your parents left earlier than you and were already inside the communal building. Most townsfolk were already inside, but a few lingered outside, savoring the evening air. Among them, you spotted Alexander, who was standing near the entrance. Upon seeing him, you quickened your pace and called out to him. He turned his attention toward you, and you couldn't help but notice the subtle change in his demeanor. His eyes went slightly slack-jawed as he took in your outfit. You even saw him stand a little straighter as he met your gaze.

"Wow, you look amazing," Alexander exclaimed in awe, his eyes appreciating your outfit. "You are gorgeous in that outfit."

A blush warmed your cheeks at his compliment. "Thank you," you replied softly, feeling a growing connection with him. Stepping closer, you met his gaze and asked, "What are you doing outside? Shouldn't you be inside already?"

Alexander gave you a sheepish smile. "I was waiting for you. I was hoping to sit with you during dinner."

Your smile began to fade as you remembered your duty for the evening. Before you could respond, another voice interrupted. "She will be joining me for dinner tonight."

You turned to find Ellie standing behind you. Ellie placed her hand firmly on your shoulder. The weight of her words and their implications hung in the air. Alexander's smile dropped upon seeing Ellie. You could tell he wanted to say something but held it in. He knew better than to challenge Ellie on anything.

You acknowledged her statement with a firm nod. Ellie's hand glided down your back before settling at the base. She urges you forward with a push of her hand. As you leave Alexander, you throw him a glance that conveys your regret.

Family supper was sacred in the community. It is a weekly gathering where the community shares a meal. However, the event transcends a simple community meal. It reinforces community members' bonds with each other. It also reminds everyone of their shared purpose.

Before the dinner was served, it was customary for Ellie to deliver a speech. These speeches were unique in their delivery but touched on essential topics. She would sometimes speak of the community's prosperity. She would also celebrate the community's achievements and unity. The whole room is always filled with pride and togetherness after these speeches. On other occasions, she would deliver cautionary words. She would sound the alarm against those seeking to hurt the community. She also warned against those who wish to undermine the community's values and way of life.

Ellie's speeches served as a source of inspiration for the community members. Everyone would see how much she treasured everyone in the room. It also showed how dedicated she was to the protection of the community. It was not uncommon for people to leave with a profound sense of purpose and solidarity.

Family supper was something you usually enjoyed. Seeing everyone gathered in the same room, sharing laughter, stories, and life, filled your heart with joy. You really could feel the strong bonds between community members. A sense of dread coursed through your nerves on this particular evening. As you entered the room, you couldn't ignore the collective gaze of everyone present. Their eyes locked onto you, and emotions played across their faces. Many were surprised and caught off guard by your presence in Ellie's company. Some seemed to study you, searching for clues to gain Ellie's favor. But there were others, their glares filled with resentment. They looked as if they wanted nothing more than to see you fail.

Ellie's table was situated on the far side of the room on top of a stage, adding to the mounting stress of the situation. Every scrutinizing eyes carefully watched you traversing the space. Ellie kept her hand on your back the whole time you walked to the table. Her hand only moved from that spot when she offered it to you as you walked up the stairs. 

Ellie pulled a chair out from the table and extended it towards you. "Here you go, my lady," she said, her tone warm.

You offered her a grateful smile. "Thank you," you replied before sitting at the table. Ellie gave you a wink and picked up your hand. She placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. 

The room fell silent as Ellie took her place at the center stage. There is a palpable sense of anticipation in the air. All eyes fixed upon her, and you felt the weight of the community's collective attention. Her gaze swept over the assembled crowd. She assessed the room before she began to speak. The hushed room awaited her words, eager to hear what she would share this evening.

"My beloved flock, seeing you all again fills my heart with joy." Ellie's presence was radiant as she stood before everyone. To many, she almost resembled an angel in their eyes. "As I look around this room," she continued, "I am reminded of how far this community has come. It wasn't too long ago that this town was a desolate wasteland. But look at it now: transformed into a beautiful, thriving community."

Her words were imbued with a deep sense of pride. Everyone looked up at her with admiration in their eyes. Ellie's words resonated deeply with the crowd, and a collective sense of accomplishment washed over the room. 

"My life before founding this town was filled with loss. Everyone who I ever loved had either died or left me. I was left transient with no reason to live. One day, a realization washed over me. I could establish a town of my own." Ellie declared, her voice filled with conviction. "It could be a paradise where everyone could sleep peacefully at night. A home where no one would suffer from hunger. A sanctuary where there is no loss, only life," she proclaimed, her words resounding with a sense of purpose and hope. She paused, allowing her words to settle in, and then gestured to the room around her as if encompassing the entire community in her vision.

Ellie descended from the stage, her movements deliberate and purposeful as she began to walk between the tables of seated community members. Her presence drew the attention of everyone in the room as she continued to speak. Unlike you, Ellie thrived under everyone's gaze. Not once did she falter or come off as nervous. 

"Building a paradise is a massive undertaking that requires lots of skills," she began, her voice carrying through the room. "Initially, I doubted my abilities to create such a place. Before I could do anything, I had to find a location free from infection and raiders. Only then could I begin gathering the resources needed to rebuild." As Ellie moved among the tables, she made direct eye contact with each person she passed, her gaze unwavering and determined.

As I slept, a voice spoke to me in my dreams one night," Ellie continued. "The voice told me it was my destiny to build a haven. In my dream, I saw a town untouched by the world's evils. It even told me how to find this paradise. "She gestured once again, her hand indicating the buildings that dotted the landscape of their community.

"The voice said that if I started to build, people would come. It also said I would guide lost souls to salvation as a leader. The voice spoke about how I could cultivate a new generation of people who survive and thrive. The voice also claimed I am the only person to take on this task due to my immunity."

Her words have the audience in hushed reverence. Many felt that they were witnessing the fulfillment of a divine prophecy. The room was filled with awe and inspiration at Ellie's words. Her words even have an effect on you. A sense of calm replaced the feeling of unease you held earlier. The feeling washed over you as she spoke. You believed every word. 

"When I awoke that morning, I gathered my meager belongings and embarked on my mission. It was a long and arduous journey that spanned many days. Along the way, I encountered countless challenges. I fought against raiders, braved extreme weather, and faced the relentless trials of the world. Yet, through it all, I never wavered in my purpose. Ultimately, my determination paid off when I discovered what I had been searching for. Along the coast, I found an untouched gem. The moment I saw the town on the horizon, I knew it was the place perfectly suited for my vision of a town."

Her storytelling captivated the room, making everyone hang on her every word. The attentive audience fixed their eyes on her, hanging on her every word. As she moved through the room, the people she passed by couldn't help but lean in closer to her. Many of them were drawn by the power of her narrative and the strength of her conviction. There was a sense of reverence and admiration in the air. 

"As soon as I arrived, I wasted no time turning my vision into a reality. Day by day, I tirelessly rebuilt the structures, secured the perimeter wall, and started the first greenhouses. My own hands carried out every task, and I never once faltered. Not long after I started working, you, my flock, arrived." She extended her hand, gesturing towards the crowd who watched her with rapt attention. "As each of you found me and joined this cause, we became stronger. Your efforts brought the town closer to the perfect haven I envisioned."

At that moment, a sense of unity and shared purpose filled the room. Most people saw the town's collective efforts as a part of a divine plan. A handful of people even felt destiny had guided them to come together. These beliefs forged a bond between the community members that transcended the ordinary.

You, too, felt the impact of these beliefs. The arrival of the survivors long ago felt like a deliberate act of fate. It was hard not to believe a higher power had orchestrated it. Without the survivor's information, you would have never known Ellie's town existed. Even if you learned about the settlement through other sources, it was still doubtful you would have ever found the town alone. You most likely would have died in the wastelands like many others. It became clear to you early on that God had guided you to this settlement for a reason. 

"My dream has become a reality thanks to my guidance and your unwavering hard work. Together, we have forged a world free from suffering. Our children will never know the pangs of hunger. As parents, you can watch your children flourish and shape a brighter future. Everyone is guaranteed to grow old and die a peaceful death. Every member of this community possesses an unstoppable potential for a better life. As I look around this room, I see that this community embodies everything I have ever desired. And it does not surprise me that we have achieved it."

Ellie paused her speech for what seemed to stretch for an eternity. She locked her gaze upon you, her eyes piercing deep into your soul. The look Ellie gave you left you feeling exposed and vulnerable. The intensity in her eyes remained enigmatic. Even if with the feeling her gaze gave, you could not look away.

As Ellie broke eye contact with you and returned to her place at the center stage, a sense of anticipation filled the room. Everyone waited on the edge of their seats to see what she would say next. "As a reward for your hard work," Ellie announced, her voice filled with generosity, "I had the kitchen make apple pies. Enjoy your meal, everyone. 

The room filled with admiration and gratitude as Ellie's unexpected gesture was met with awe. Most meals were planned with optimal nutrition in mind. This made desserts a rarity in the community, typically reserved for special occasions. So, the decision to provide apple pie on an ordinary day was met with overwhelming appreciation. Ellie's act had made everyone feel genuinely seen and valued.

While the community members exchanged grateful glances, Ellie seemed indifferent to their reactions. Instead, she turned her back to the crowd and directed her attention to you. Ellie had an almost eerie smile as she walked closer to the table. "Shall we eat?" she asked, her expression left you with an inexplicable sense of unease.

[sob3rdeath]

mdni, please! +18 content ahead. ♡

cw: breeding, soft!geto, pet names, pregnancy mention (obv).

cult leader!suguru is so sweet and loving to you, he sure does adore you. especially now, with how he's got you in missionary, kissing your tears away. "i love you so much." he mumbles sweetly, his raspy voice low enough for you and only you to hear. "you're my sweet, sweet girl. gonna carry my babies, hm? i'm gonna breed you nice and full, and you're gonna carry my heir."

you can't exactly understand what he's saying because he's reaching all the right spots with his chubby cock, your brain is turned to mush by now, and you have only one thought in mind: suguru, suguru, suguru, suguru. so you don't even process when he says that "what about i make you a mom now? you're gonna be a great one." and he moans. not a grunt like he usually does, but he moans in your ear because you're making him feel so good and you don't even know. :(

"cum-mming.. hmm." it's what falls from your lips as you tighten around him, making a white ring at the base of his cock. and it feels so delicious, it makes him feel his cock twitching inside you — he knows he's close. "that's great baby. you did great for me." he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your forehead with so much love. "i'm gonna come inside, ok? gonna make you a mommy, i need someone to keep leading the cult. what do you say?" and all he needs is the small nod along with your pleas to shoot his load inside you, his potent seed that he knows it is going to take, going to make you pregnant.

dividers by aquazero.

[dolcettamagica]

being geto’s little lamb

[gamblersdoll]

geto suguru who eats your pussy as a hello, goodbye and a apology.

“hi there, princess.” he can softly say, but his eyes are violent. his tongue is even worse, knowing you just woke up and youre so groggy, but he eats your clit anyways.

“sugu…” you whimper, eyes rolling back and toes curling up.

“your morning cunt taste extraordinary, you know? could eat you forever.” he mumbles, spit dribbling down his chin. “might just make you a pretty mommy.”

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

pairing: cult leader!joel miller x virgin!female reader

rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

word count: 8.6k

summary:

You think you’re as good as dead when a band of raiders find you. In what you think are your final moments, an angel appears.

His name is Joel Miller, and he is here to deliver you from evil.

author's note: a huge thank you to my fellow cultist @atinylittlepain for listening to me scream about this. without them, we'd probably be on version 5 of this story. and to everyone who has been excited about this, i hope you enjoy!

warnings: DARK CONTENT - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, dub-con: power dynamics, dub-con: cult mentality, age difference - 60M and 27F, explicit sexual content (18+ minors do not interact), no use of y/n, dual POV, post-outbreak, canon divergence, canon typical violence (knife wounds, gun shot wounds, numerous mentions of blood), minor character death(s), blood cult ceremonies, religious themes, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, loss of virginity, oral sex - f receiving, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v, cum play, dirty talk, pet names, praise, joel really has a loose screw ok? if there are any tags missing, please let me know!

“I don’t think you should go out there by yourself,” you say, watching as your dad inspects his gun. He looks up at you with a pained expression.

“I gotta see where we should head next. I don’t want to lead you out in the wrong direction, accidentally get you in a bad spot,” he says. “I’ll be fine, buttercup.”

There’s a heaviness that settles in your stomach at his words. He sounds confident enough, but his eyes tell a different story, expose his fear. He stands with a sigh, a wince of pain washing over his face.

“Maybe I should—“

“No,” he interrupts. “I’m going. I won’t be gone long, okay? We can’t stay here forever. Who knows what’s out there in the forest.”

That’s exactly what you’re afraid of. At least inside the rotted cabin you stumbled across you could pretend you were safe. The forest is alive in a way you’ve never experienced growing up in a QZ surrounded with barbed wire and steel. You hear the snap of twigs and the howl of wolves, or the flutter of wings and the call of birds, and sometimes you think you feel the weight of eyes watching you if you venture out too far in your exploration.

“We’ve made it this far. We got out of Denver and that was half the battle,” your dad says. “You got your knife, right? And enough rations.”

You nod, swallowing around the lump in your throat. He kisses your forehead, dry lips lingering on your skin. You have an aching feeling this is a goodbye, some sinking intuition that he’s making a mistake that you can’t correct.

“Be back soon. I love you.”

Joel’s been keeping an eye on the people in the woods for the last three days. There was chatter on one of the radio stations that the Denver QZ was facing an uprising and he knows that once those walls come down, the survivors that venture out are bound to stumble across his town.

The cabin door opens and the man steps out, venturing into the forest. Joel waits to see if his female companion follows, but the door remains shut. He longs to see you, the girl who’s image has been burned into his brain since his first glimpse, but he has a duty to fulfill first.

He walks quickly and quietly through the forest, sure feet catching up with the man less than a mile from where he’d started.  Joel clears his throat. 

The man turns, fumbling with a gun that he clearly has no experience using, pointing it at Joel with shaking hands and shouting, “Move and I’ll shoot!” 

“You lost?” Joel asks, holding his hands up and keeping his face trained in a mask of concern. “Lookin’ for somethin’?”

After a pause, the man seeming to have concluded that Joel isn't a threat, he says, “My daughter and I…we escaped the Denver QZ."

"That must've been difficult." 

"We....we're running out of food," he continues, dropping his arms, limbs hanging heavy at his sides. "I-I don't know what else to do, man."

Gun no longer pointed at his face, Joel approaches the man, stopping when he's within arms reach. Up close, he can see the dismal state the guy is in -- sunken cheeks and bloodshot eyes, tattered clothing hanging on a thin frame. Joel places a hand on his bony shoulder.

"I can help you," he says. The man looks up, a brief glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes. Joel watches the slow realization, the way his brain catches up to what's just happened, a choked noise spilling from his dry lips. 

Joel tugs his knife from the man's gut and steps back, watching as he collapses to the ground. Desperate hands smear the blooming red stain across his abdomen. Joel circles the man, positioning himself at his back, and pulls him close with a hand slapped over his mouth.

"I'll take good care of her," he whispers before dragging his knife across his neck in one clean slice. The man twitches once before growing limp and Joel releases him, body hitting the forest floor with a dull thud. Not one to waste, Joel gathers anything of use from his person. 

Something catches the light against his neck. Curious, Joel tugs the bloodstained neck of his t-shirt to the side, finding a silver chain. He pulls, revealing the length of it. 

A cross.

The clasp snaps with a sharp tug and Joel stuffs it in his pocket. Standing and shouldering his bag once more, he begins his walk back towards the cabin.

You're running as fast as your legs will carry you, lungs and limbs burning with the effort. You made the mistake of not listening to your dad when he'd told you stay where you were, to stay hidden, that he'd come back. Your nerves had gotten the best of you and you decided that you would catch up with him, but you didn't know which direction he'd gone. You figured you would travel a little ways and see if you could find him and if you didn't do so quickly, you'd rush back to the cabin and wait, just as he told you.

That's when the men saw you, two large figures with rifles that reminded you of FEDRA soldiers slung across their backs. 

You duck behind a thick tree to catch your breath. You can hear voices calling out through the forest above the rush of blood in your ears, taunting tones carrying through the air.

"C'mon out, pretty girl!" 

You chance a peek out from your hiding spot, only catching a brief glimpse of one man through the trees. 

"Where ya hidin', sweet thing?" 

His voice sounds far away and that gives you the courage to move forward, a tentative dash for another tree. 

“I might be nicer to ya if you just come on out, but if I have to hunt ya down…well…you know what a hunter does to its prey, don’tcha?”

You press your hand over your mouth, muffling the cry that claws its way up your throat. You start to run again, faster, not caring if he can hear you so long as you're able to maintain that distance, hoping that if you can outrun them for long enough, he'll just give up and then maybe you can find your--

You crash into something, the world sliding out from under you and the breath rushing from your lungs as you land on your back with a pained shout. A hand wraps around your ankle, pulling you across the rough ground before you have the chance to recover. 

"Gotcha," a man says, the voice different from the one that had been taunting you before. A figure stands over you, a foot on either side of your hips, looking down at you with a sinister smile. "Pretty little prize, huh?"

You twist your body, scrambling away from him. He laughs, following after you with unhurried strides.

“Now, don’t play hard to get,” he admonishes. A hand wraps around your ankle and he drags you toward him, kicking and screaming. Your foot connects with some fleshy part of him and he curses. 

“You little fuckin’ cunt,” he hisses, dropping your foot. He kicks you, heavy boot colliding with soft flesh and bone, a sharp pain blossoming in your side, shooting down to your very marrow. You curl in on yourself, wounded prey trying to protect its most vulnerable parts.

A shot rings out, the sound startling in the relative quiet of the forest. You sit up, sudden movement making you light headed, and it takes you a long moment to register the scene before you.

The man that had been chasing you, the one that had caught you, the one that had hurt you on the surface but planned to do far worse, lies on the ground, eyes wide open but unseeing. Above him stands your savior, an older man with gray streaked dark curls and tan skin, broad shoulders and hard brown eyes. He reminds you of a painting you saw once in a book your dad owned, long before the outbreak.

“Death On A Pale Horse,” he explained when you showed him the painting that caught your eye. “Based on the Book of Revelations. You remember that one, right?” 

“Yeah.”

“This one,” — he pointed to the central figure, a dark creature on a white horse — “is Death. And this one” — he pointed to a figure on the right that rides a dark brown horse, the dark colors making him blend among the horrors breaking from the sky behind him — “would be famine. You can see the emaciated man below him.”

“What about the other two?” You asked.

“The one of the red horse would be war.”

You pointed to the remaining figure, a man with dark curls and a determined expression. “And the white horse?”

Your dad paused. “Conquest. Pestilence. The Antichrist. The first horseman of the apocalypse.”

The man before you today looks like that figure on the white horse and despite his choice to rescue you from one horror, you fear he may be something far worse.

The man kneels and you flinch away from him. He sighs and says, “I ain’t goin’ to hurt you.”

“Who are you?” You ask, voice weak, throat on fire. 

“My name is Joel,” he says. “I want to help you.”

“How do I know you weren’t with those other guys?” Your eyes grow wide and you rush to stand on shaky legs. “Wait, there’s another—“

“He won’t be an issue,” Joel assures you, wrapping a steadying arm around your waist. “C’mon.”

“I can’t—“

“Men like those two ain’t the only things in the forest to worry about, and I’m afraid we can’t sit around and find out. That gun shot could send a horde runnin’.”

“Wait!” You snap, pulling out of his grasp. He holds his hands up, as if in surrender, or maybe like he’s approaching a wounded animal. You’re not sure which. “My dad is out there. H-he went to figure out where to go from here. We were in a cabin…” Your voice trails off. “I told him I would wait for him.”

Joel’s eyes are soft as he says, “We need to get ourselves to safety. I can send someone out to look for your dad first thing in the mornin’.”

“Send someone?”

“There’s a group of us, down in the valley. Survivors, like you.”

“Really?” Relief washes over you, eclipsing even the ache in your belly and the burn in your throat and the pain in your muscles. “How far?”

“With the state you’re in, probably about a two hour hike.”

You don’t have much choice but to go with him, do you?

“Okay.”

“Where’re you comin’ from?” Joel asks, glancing over his shoulder at you. You’ve been following quietly behind him, head down and eyes fixed on the ground. 

“Denver,” is all you offer in response. He knew that much already. He wants to know more.

Maybe he has to give more first.

“‘M from Texas, originally. Was in a QZ in Boston for a while before makin’ my way out here.”

“Why’d you come out here?” You ask.

“Had a friend once tell me, ‘Save who you can save’,” he says. 

“What does that mean?” You ask.

“You’ll see.”

Joel had mentioned survivors, but you're shocked to discover that just past a wooden sign proclaiming WELCOME TO CRESTONE in chipped yellow paint, a whole town is tucked away, surrounded by a wooden gate that opens for you as you approach. You feel the weight of curious eyes as you walk through a town square, Joel's palm between your shoulder blades steering you towards a more residential area until you reach a two story adobe home.

Once inside, you’re led upstairs to a sparsely decorated bedroom, a large bed in the center with a faded quilt tucked around the mattress with precision and a dresser against one wall covered in yellowed wallpaper. Joel gestures for you to sit, kneeling on the wood floor in front of you to work on the laces of your sneakers.

“What—“

“You need rest,” he says, removing your shoes. He looks up at you, brown eyes full of concern. Your stomach flips.

“But—“

“No,” he says sternly. He stands and walks to the side of the bed, tugging the quilt free and folding it down. “I have duties to return to, but you’ll be safe here.”

You don’t have it in you to continue arguing. You haven’t seen a comfortable bed in more than two days and the exhaustion catches up to you in one fell swoop, eyes halfway to shut as you crawl into the space Joel’s made for you between the sheets. He pulls the covers over you, the warmth of a hand smoothing across your cheek the last thing you feel before falling asleep.

You wake to the sun high in the sky, streaming through the open window of a room that you don't recognize.  You push yourself to sitting, your ribs protesting the movement and your head pulsing just behind your eyes. Your mouth is unbearably dry, so much so that you start coughing, further aggravating your bruised ribs.

"There's water on the nightstand," a voice says, startling you.

You look to your left, finding a young girl sitting in a wooden chair by your bed. Her dark hair is pulled back from her face, wayward pieces falling across pale skin. Her sharp brown eyes watch you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl.

“I’m Ellie,” she says. You mumble your own name.

“Did Joel save you?” Ellie asks. 

“Uh—“

“He must have. That’s what he does,” she continues, cutting you off. 

“Ellie!” A familiar deep voice calls out. Her eyes go wide and she scrambles from her seat, rushing for the door. Heavy footsteps climb the stairs, Joel appearing in the open doorway. He looks at her with a stern expression, mouth pressed in a thin line. “Thought I told you not to come up here.”

The look on her face isn’t fear, like her reaction would have led you to believe. No, she looks up at Joel with reverence as she says, “Sorry. Wanted to see her.”

Joel nods. “Head to the mess hall. I’ll bring her down shortly.”

Ellie casts a lingering look in your direction before disappearing through the doorway. 

“Sorry about her,” Joel says. He takes a seat on the edge of the mattress. “How’re you feelin’?”

“Could be better,” you say honestly. “How long was I asleep for?”

“A little more than a day.”

Your eyes go wide. “My dad—“

“We’ve sent out a search party. No luck yet, I’m afraid,” he says. You curl into yourself a bit at the news, shoulders tight with worry. He reaches forward and places a hand on top of your own where it rests on the sheets. “You should get some food. I brought you some new clothes, too. I’ll let you get dressed and we can go down to the mess hall.“

He leaves the room before you respond and you drag the pile of clothes closer to you, finding a neatly folded t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks. It takes you a long moment to work your way out of your dirty clothes, your movements slow to not aggravate your injuries. You keep your bra on, pulling the clean shirt over your head, followed by the jeans. You're thrilled to be wearing something that's not caked with dirt and sweat.

You're working on putting your socks on when there's a knock at the door, Joel entering when you call out for him to come in. He smiles at you.

"There, that's better," he says. "C'mon. Let's get down to dinner."

You follow him out of the room and down the stairs. The first floor of the home has a kitchen that opens up to a living and dining area, the space filled with worn mismatched furniture. The walls are wood paneled and there's a massive stone fireplace with elk antlers mounted above it.

The sun is setting as you step outside and get your first real look at the town as its bathed in gold. Narrow residential streets give way to wider roads once you reach the town center, where commercial buildings are pressed together advertising long forgotten businesses, their windows dark. 

"That's the butcher up there," Joel says, pointing to one of the wooden buildings. "He gets the meat from the traps prepped for us." He points to another building with a sign that says RESTAURANT. "That's the bakery."

"A butcher and a bakery?" You ask. "Do you have electricity here?"

"Sure do. Solar panels, just outside the gate."

You continue walking through the town until you come up on a large white building, people entering and exiting through a set of thick double doors. The shadow of a cross remains above the door, perhaps scorched by the sun where a crucifix once sat. People welcome Joel as he enters, heads turning in their curiosity. You press a little closer to Joel's side.

The large room is bursting with noise and activity -- a flurry of conversations, the clink of cutlery, and laughter. You've not seen anything like it before, the mentality in the QZ not conducive to camaraderie. You can count on one hand the number of people you would have considered friends within those walls, and even that was a stretch. You and Joel join a line of people retrieving plates of food from a single window. 

"How long has all of this been here?" You ask, gesturing to the room. He looks around proudly.

"Ellie and I came across this town on accident after we went through hell leavin' Boston. The folks here set up their own quarantine zone and with bigger fish to fry, FEDRA sort of left ‘em alone. They were kind enough to take us in," he says. "After that, more people started showin' up lookin' for safety. Lots of people who escaped the QZs or had been on their own for a while and were tired of runnin'."

"Ellie says you save people," you comment, taking a step forward as the line moves. "What's that mean?"

"Every flock needs a shepherd."

You’re at the front of the line now, standing in front of the window. A woman appears, her face lighting up when she sees Joel.

“Joel! How are you?” She asks, leaning onto the ledge. Behind her you can see people moving quickly and efficiently around a stainless steel kitchen, large pots of food simmering on the stovetop. 

“Well enough,” he says. He places a hand on your shoulder. “We have a new guest. Make her plate nice and full for me?”

“Of course.” 

She gathers a plate from a precarious stack, loading it with a heaping pile of food ranging from mashed potatoes and stew to colorful vegetables that you haven’t seen in ages, not since before the outbreak when you were seven and your dad would make dinner rather than pass you a ration package. You’re speechless as she hands you the plate with a kind smile, a mumbled thank you the best you can manage to show your gratitude.

Joel is handed a plate as well and you follow him to a table where Ellie sits next to a man with white hair, her plate already empty in front of her. The man looks up at Joel as you approach, his expression closed off and wary. 

“Michael,” Joel says in greeting, jaw ticking. You take a seat beside Ellie, who to your surprise moves closer to you, arm brushing yours. “You botherin’ Ellie?”

The man, Michael, shakes his head. “No, sir. We were just having a little talk.”

“What about?” Joel sits on the opposite side of the table. He rips his bread roll in half. 

“Just some concerns I was having.”

“You bring your concerns to me. Not to her.”

The two men stare at each other, the tension thick and impossible to ignore. Finally, Michael gets up, leaving the table without another word. Ellie’s shoulder’s lose their tension and Joel catches her eye, the two of them seeming to have an entire conversation in just a look.

The moment passes and Joel’s features relax, a smile tilting the corners of his lips as he returns his attention to you and gestures to your plate.

“Dig in,” he says.

Joel walks you back to his home after dinner, the sky now dark. Ellie’s already closed herself in her room by the time the two of you return, having left the mess hall before you had finished eating. 

“Tired again?” Joel asks when you yawn, mouth open wide as you stretch your arms above your head. 

Your expression is sheepish as you say, “A little bit.”

“That’s to be expected,” he assures you. “You fought a hard fight. It’s okay to relax now. I’ve got you.”

“Thank you.” Your fingers tangle in the hem of the t-shirt he’d given you earlier. “I don’t know if I’ve said that already.”

“You’re welcome. Come on, let’s get you back upstairs. You can use the shower and get to bed.”

“Oh my god, a shower sounds amazing.”

He shows you the bathroom and helps you get the water running. Once he shows you where to find a towel, you smile gratefully before shutting the door on him.

Dismissed, Joel makes his way to Ellie’s room, knocking on the door. She answers quickly, opening up only enough for him to see her face.

“Yeah?” She asks.

“Can I come in?” 

She rolls her eyes but opens the door further, allowing him inside. Her room is smaller than his but far more decorated, pages ripped out of old magazines and comic books tacked to the wall. She takes a seat on her single bed, folding her legs beneath her.

“What did Michael talk to you about?” He asks. She shrugs her shoulders. Joel bites back a sigh. Sometimes he forgets what it was like to reason with a teenage girl. “Ellie.”

“He said” — she pauses, scratching at her wrist in the way that she will when she’s anxious — “he said that you were full of shit. That your fucked up ceremony isn’t helping any of them.”

Joel’s teeth grind together. “That all?”

“Called me a stupid kid for following what you say,” she mumbles. “Said everyone in town was stupid for believing you.”

“Thank you for tellin’ me,” he says. Rage burns in his veins as he turns to leave. 

“What are you gonna do?” Ellie asks as he reaches the door.

“I’m goin’ to teach him a lesson.”

He pulls the door shut behind him, tilting his head against the wood with a sigh. The click of a latch down the hall precedes your quiet, “Joel?”

Joel turns to face you, surprised to find you standing just outside the bathroom door with a towel tucked around your body. Water glistens on your skin in the low light, drawing his eyes down your neck and across your chest. He clears his throat.

“Everythin’ alright?” He asks. 

“Yeah, everything is fine,” you murmur. “I…could I get some new clothes?”

“Of course, should’a given you some before you showered. Sorry about that.” 

Joel walks past you, entering his bedroom and approaching the dresser. He tugs the top drawer open, full of clothing he’d gathered while you’d been asleep for more than a day. He piles together another t-shirt, sleep pants, and underwear, setting them on the bed for you. 

You’re standing in the doorway when he finishes and he fights the urge to go to you, to pull you close, to run his wretched hands over your body like he’s wanted to since he first saw you in the forest. 

He doesn’t, though. Not yet. You still have much to learn.

“Here you go,” he says. “Some more stuff in the drawers for you if you need it.”

Joel leaves you to get ready for bed, shutting the door behind him. He heads downstairs to grab what he’ll need, essentials shoved in a bag thrown over his shoulder before venturing off into the night.

Only a few lights continue to illuminate windows as Joel walks through the residential area. The house he approaches at the end of a street is already dark, quiet beyond the wood door that he knocks on three times. The door opens slowly, Michael appearing in the small space. 

“What?” He grunts.

“Come take a walk,” Joel says. Michael rolls his eyes, moving to shut the door but Joel’s boot blocks his effort. “I ain’t askin’, Michael.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you going to do?” He challenges. Joel throws his weight against the door, catching Michael by surprise enough for him to step into the house.

Joel throws an elbow into the man’s gut, making him double over with a groan. He circles behind him, kicking the back of his knee to send him to the ground. He pulls a length of chain from his pocket, looping it around Michael’s neck and pulling the ends.

Michael struggles, clawing at the garotte and thrashing wildly, but Joel holds strong. He tightens his grip further until Michael’s fight becomes sluggish, lack of oxygen finally causing him to go limp.

Joel releases the chain and Michael’s body slumps to the ground. He removes his backpack, digging through the contents until he finds a rusted pair of handcuffs that he uses to bind Michael’s arms behind his back. Next, he places a strip of duct tape over his mouth.

When he wakes, Joel will lead him out past the gate. He will find an unassuming home that rests outside the boundary of Crestone. He will open the hidden doors of the cellar, the ones covered in a layer of leaves and grass. From the darkness he will hear the echo of desperate groans and the rattle of chains and the angry attempts to break free from bindings. He will lead Michael down the dirt steps, the smell of rot and fear and death clawing at his olfactory nerves. 

He will place a burlap bag over a struggling Michael’s head and the man will beg and plead in words muffled by tape. Then, Joel will offer him for judgment.

A hand on you shoulder shakes you awake, the room still mostly dark when you manage to open your eyes. You groan, pulling the quilt up over your head.

“C’mon, we gotta get to breakfast,” Ellie says. The cover gets yanked down and she gives you a mischievous grin. 

“Where’s Joel?” You ask, sitting up slowly. She shrugs.

“Probably there already.”

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand, stretching your arms up. You grab the same jeans and socks from the day before, changing into them quickly and sitting down on the floor to pull your sneakers on. Ellie watches you, her foot tapping impatiently.

“You can go without me if you’re in a rush,” you offer. She shakes her head.

“I’m fine,” she says quickly. “You ready?”

“Sure.”

You follow her out of the house, her clipped pace difficult to keep up with due to your lingering pain. As the sun starts to rise and you pass by more of the houses, you notice something peculiar about some of them.

“What’s that?” You ask, pausing in front of one the houses. There’s a streak of what looks like dark red paint across the top of the door. Ellie doubles back and stands beside you.

“Protection,” she says. 

“From what?” 

She shifts her weight from foot to foot, uncomfortable with your line of questioning. Rather than answer, she walks away, leaving you to catch up to her or be left behind.

As the two of you start to walk through the square, there’s a rush of people around you. Shouting can be heard up ahead as a crowd comes into view, gathered around the front of the mess hall building. People press in close together, craning their necks to see over each other and catch a glimpse of whatever spectacle has their attention.

Ellie pushes through the crowd and you follow close on her heels until she manages to break through the other side of the wall of people. You catch glimpses of something writhing on the ground, something animal but not quite, something failed and fetid and foul. Another peek affords you a view of an arm littered with bite marks shaped by blunt teeth, deep gouges into their skin that shine red with blood and fester with disease.

Joel appears, stepping around the side of the building. The whispers cease, the crunch of Joel’s boots and pained groans the only noise to be heard in the stale air.

His dark eyes scan the crowd. People shrink back from his gaze, pressing closer to each other for relief. He reaches down, curling his fingers into the burlap material and yanking it off to reveal a man, familiar and yet not recognizable. Unseeing eyes, ashen skin, and dark red veins now the hallmark characteristics of the man you now remember as the one who had been talking to Ellie in the dining hall.

Joel draws a gun from his back, aiming it at Michael’s head. “Let this be a lesson,” he says, pulling the trigger.

The shot rings out, making you jump. The agonized sounds come to abrupt halt and his body goes limp, eyes still open as blood blooms on the ground around him. 

“No blood spilled. No blood saved,” Joel says. You look up from the horrible scene and meet his hard gaze. You step back, turning and shoving your way through the crowd.

Then, you run.

You’re frantically shoving clothing into your bag when a door slams downstairs and heavy footsteps climb the stairs at a quick pace. You can feel the burn of Joel's eyes on your back, his presence in the room thick and cloying as you refuse to turn around, even when he murmurs your name.

He moves closer, a hand on your shoulder prompting you to turn to break the connection. He holds his hands up in surrender, taking a step back as he says, "Let me explain."

"Explain? Explain?! How the fuck do you explain that?!" You snap. 

"If you'll just listen--"

"There's nothing you could possibly say that will--"

"Ellie is immune!" He shouts. Your words die on the tip of your tongue, lost to ether as you stare at Joel. 

"W-what do you mean? Immune?" You ask. 

He takes a deep breath. "I told you what my friend said. 'Save who you can save'. The first person I saved was Ellie."

"I helped her out of Boston, kept her safe, nearly lost my life if it meant keepin' her alive," He continues. "That's what I offer here."

"So you think you're....what? Some kind of god? That you can grant immunity?"

He huffs a laugh, the noise devoid of any humor. "God abandoned his worst experiment in their time of need. There is no god anymore, just the poor creatures he left behind. Someone had to take up the mantle."

"But how?"

"The ceremony," he says. 

"That’s not a fucking answer, Joel!” You shout. “What fucking ceremony?!”

“Blood spilled for blood saved. You can’t make it in this world without givin’ your everythin’ first.” He lifts the bottom of his shirt, just enough to reveal a jagged scar to the right of his belly button, shiny scar tissue disrupting smooth tan skin. “I did this for Ellie. Now everyone else has to do it for themselves.”

“I don’t…I don’t understand.” You take a small step closer to inspect the wound, raising your hand and reaching out with a tentative touch. Joel inhales sharply as you run your fingers across the puckered flesh. 

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand up and holding it against his chest. “It’ll be easier to show you, okay? There’s a ceremony in a couple days.”

“I don’t—“

“You’re just afraid because this is somethin’ new, but I promise you that you got nothin’ to be scared of. I’ll take care of you.” He lifts a hand to your face, tilting your chin with his thumb. “I just need you to trust me.”

His eyes are honest, earnest, pleading with you to believe him and the longer you search them, the more truth you seem to find. He will take care of you. You just know it.

“Okay.”

Dinner is served early on the day of the ceremony, the room buzzing with excited conversation. You haven’t seen Joel much the last few days, just passing glimpses, and Ellie says it’s because he has a lot to prepare for. Tonight there’s a woman at his side wearing a white dress that flows to the floor, black hair braided down her back. She smiles at Joel, hanging on every word you can’t hear. It makes your stomach clench in a weird way when her hand curls around his bicep and her head leans against his shoulder.

“That’s Marcy. She’s volunteered for the ceremony,” Ellie says. She’s sitting across from you, a smirk on her lips. “S’why she’s been hanging around Joel the last few days. Joel’s gotta prepare her.”

“Oh,” is all you manage to reply, picking at the vegetables on your plate. “What does…what does he do? To prepare her.”

She shrugs. “Dunno.”

You glance at the pair. Joel leans in close to the woman, whispering into her ear. Your fingernails dig into the meat of your palm, your hands curled into tight fists beneath the table. He stands, a hand on the woman’s shoulder as he calls the people to attention, voices fading until silence envelops the room. 

“Tonight,” Joel says, “another is to be saved. And we will all bear witness to the gift of deliverance that only self-sacrifice can grant.”

It’s only a few words, but the power in them is palpable as you glance around the room at the entire town watching him with rapt attention. His eyes meet yours.

“Save who you can save,” he intones. A chill runs down your spine.

“Save who you can save,” the town echoes back. 

The sun is already low on the horizon, twilight casting a soft glow on the scene. You stand at the back of the crowd, watching as Joel leads Marcy onto a raised wooden platform. Another man joins them, passing something wrapped in cloth into Joel’s outstretched hands. 

“The thing about the world today,” Joel says, unwrapping the cloth to reveal a large knife, “is that there ain’t a single guarantee.” He looks out over the crowd. “Except here, within these walls. Why? Because here you’ll make the greatest sacrifice and earn the greatest reward.”

He begins to pace the length of the platform, knife in hand. “Givin’ your blood in exchange for your safety? That doesn’t sound so bad, right?” The people around you nod their heads in agreement. “You’ve seen what that sacrifice can do. I did it for Ellie. I did it for myself. And tonight—“ he places a hand on Marcy’s shoulder “—another has made the choice to earn that gift of protection.”

A cheer erupts, spreading through the crowd through shouts and applause. You find yourself joining them, clapping your hands together as you continue to watch Joel. 

“Marcy,” Joel says. “What brings you here today?”

“No blood spilled, no blood saved,” she recites dutifully. 

“Are you afraid?” He asks.

“No,” she says.

“Why?”

“Because I trust in your protection.”

Joel smiles at her, beaming with pride, and that knot in your stomach from earlier returns with a vengeance. You want him to look at you like that.

He stands in front of her, blocking her from view with his body. A hush falls over the crowd and from the silence erupts an anguished scream. You flinch, the sound piercing and painful and petrifying, though it seems to have taken nobody else by surprise.

Another scream as he jerks his arm back, the knife in his hand now stained with red that slides down the blade, dripping to the wood beneath his feet. He steps to the side and you can see the woman now, her hands pressed to her belly. Crimson blooms beneath her hands, marring her pretty white dress and leaching the color and vitality from her face. She drops to her knees and so does Joel, who wraps an arm around her shoulders and gently guides her until she’s lying on her back. He holds her hand and smooths her hair from her face as she just repeats, “Thank you.”

Slowly, the strength in her voice fades. Her arm goes limp in his grasp, dropping to the floor with a dull thud as her eyes flutter shut. Joel whistles sharply, three men rushing up the platform and lifting the girl into their arms, careful not to jostle her too much. Joel remains kneeling, his head turning to scan the crowd.

“We are born covered in blood,” he says. “It gives you protection from the outside world when you’re wrenched from the womb. And it will protect you now as it is wrenched from you.”

He steps off the platform and walks past the crowd, heading for the residential street. Everyone shuffles forward, moving en masse like sheep following their shepherd or cattle to the slaughter. You’re led to one of the smaller homes and you watch as Joel smooths the flat of the blade across his hand, gathering blood in his palm. 

He places his palm on the door, smearing the blood across the faded blue paint. When he’s done, he turns to face the crowd.

“Marcy has earned her protection. Those of you among us that have not yet made your sacrifice, may you return home this evenin’ and realize that each passin’ day is a wasted opportunity for your salvation.” His serious expression softens as he smiles. “No blood spilled.”

“No blood saved,” the crowd says.

To your surprise, the words fall easily from your lips.

Joel shuts the door quietly behind him. He’s just finished checking on Marcy and was pleased to find that her wound has been dressed and she’s recovering well. At the kitchen sink he runs the water as hot as he can tolerate and scrubs his hands clean.

He can hear faint footsteps upstairs, the sound of your pacing back and forth in his bedroom. He’s pleased that you stayed through the entire ceremony, didn’t run away filled with fear or disgust like you had watching him make an example out of Michael. 

There’s hope for you yet.

Joel dries his hands on a towel and heads upstairs. He glances at Ellie’s room out of habit, though he knows it’s empty. She likes to help out after the ceremony, usually sticking beside the town nurse, Shelly, as she monitors the person who participated in the ceremony over night. 

The door to his bedroom is shut but he can see that the light is on, the glow of it seeping out from the gap beneath the door. He knocks, three sharp raps of his knuckles, and waits.

You pull the door open, and Joel is once again struck by how much he wants you, how much he’s craved you since the first time he saw you. You look up at him with wide eyes but he doesn’t sense any fear as you pull the door open further and step back to let him enter.

“You doin’ okay?” He asks, shutting the door quietly behind him. You’re standing with your arms wrapped around yourself, nodding quietly. Joel moves closer, tentatively reaching out to tilt your chin up so that he’s looking into your eyes. “Talk to me.”

“I….,” your voice trails off. You take a breath. “I want that protection.”

He was hoping you would say that. Relief floods through him.

“I can’t do that,” he says. Your brows pinch together, hurt flashing across your features. “I won’t have your blood on my hands.”

“But—“

“Listen to me—“ his hands frame your face, thumbs smoothing over the high points of your cheeks “—you’re meant for somethin’ different here.”

“Something different?” You repeat. You shake your head slightly. “I don’t understand.”

“From the moment I saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you lose a drop,” he whispers. “You don’t need to bleed, sweetheart. Not like them. I’ll protect you myself.”

Your mouth drops open the slightest bit, drawing Joel’s gaze. He slides his thumb across your bottom lip, mesmerized by the softness of it. There’s not much about his life the last twenty or so years that he would call soft.

There was his brother, Tommy, even though they couldn’t see eye to eye and had to part ways. His daughter, Sarah, before the outbreak. She took care of him, made sure he took his vitamins and packed his lunch and didn’t miss a parent-teacher conference. She was light and joy, his heart outside of his body, and she was ripped from his grasp.

There was Tess, who was not a soft person but was a soft place to land among the carnage. Bill, ornery though he was, and Frank, arguably his better half. They were a breath of normalcy, even when Bill had a gun trained on him. Ellie, once she quit being a pain in the ass and wormed her way into his heart with her promise to follow him wherever he went.

And now there was you.

“Will you let me do that?” Joel asks. “Protect you?”

You lift your hands, delicate fingers wrapping around his wrists. He wonders if you can feel the rapid beat of his heart, his pulse pounding beneath your grip. Finally, after a long moment, you whisper, “Yes.”

Joel captures your lips with his, swallowing your gasp of surprise. You’re tentative, a bit clumsy with your movements as you kiss back and he pulls away, leaning his forehead to yours.

“I-I’m sorry,” you murmur. “I’ve never—“

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”

While his words don’t stop your pulse from racing, they do calm your nerves the slightest bit. It’s not that you’ve never been interested in sex, there was just never a good opportunity. Going through puberty in an apocalypse where a militant government faction monitors your every move in exchange for basic necessities wasn’t exactly conducive to forming intimate relationships. 

While you’re lost in your thoughts, Joel moves you backwards until your legs hit the mattress and he urges you to sit down. He kneels in front of you, working on the laces of your sneakers, removing them and setting them to the side. He looks up at you as he removes your socks and you’re not sure if you're supposed to find the sight of him kneeling at your feet as sexy as you do, but a rush of warmth rolls through you all the same.

He runs his palms up your legs, across your thighs, until his fingertips find the waist of your jeans, popping the button of the fly and pulling the zipper down. 

“Lift your hips a bit, sweetheart,” he says, working the denim down and off your legs, tossing them aside. His hands return to your thighs, goosebumps erupting along their path to your hips. 

“No one’s touched you here?” He asks, here being the soft skin of your inner thigh that his thumbs sweep across. You shake your head. He moves higher, a featherlight touch over the elastic of your underwear that makes you gasp. “What about here?”

“N-no,” you manage to whisper. He smiles at you, the same proud smile he’d given Marcy that you were so desperate to have for yourself. 

“Good girl,” he murmurs. He kisses the inside of your knee quickly before sitting up higher, reaching up to lift your shirt up, tugging it over your head and dropping it onto the growing pile of your clothing.

“Lie back for me,” Joel commands. You shift up the mattress and follow his instruction, bringing your arms up to cover your exposed breasts. He makes a dissatisfied click with his tongue, pulling your arms away as he crawls up the mattress to settle between your legs.

“None of that,” he admonishes, planting your hands by your head. He kisses your lips again, butterflies erupting in your stomach when his tongue tangles with yours, hot and demanding. He palms one of your breasts, hands rough on the delicate skin. “This is mine, do you understand?”

Joel brings his mouth to your breast, tongue swirling over your stiff nipple. You cry out, the foreign sensation making more heat rush through you, leaving you throbbing between your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes as he sucks your nipple between his lips, releasing it with a lewd pop.

“Mine to touch,” he says, leaning on one arm to trail his fingers down your stomach. “Mine to kiss.” His lips trace the same heated path. “Mine to protect.”

When he reaches your underwear, he pulls back. “Look at that,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing across the gusset, making you whimper and squirm. “You’ve soaked your panties, sweetheart.”

Your face feels hot with embarrassment. “‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“Sorry? Ain’t nothin’ you need to be sorry about,” he says with a chuckle. He sits up, working your only remaining barrier between you down your legs. He spreads your legs with his hands on your thighs. “Goddamn, you look so pretty, baby.”

“Really?” You ask. His answering grin is wolfish. 

“So pretty,” he repeats. He settles on his belly, face so close to your pussy you can feel the warmth of his breath against your heated flesh. “Gotta get you ready.”

Your response to the question is cut off with a high pitched moan as Joel runs his tongue through your folds, circling your clit with broad strokes. You try to close your legs against the sensation but his strong hands keep your thighs pinned down near the mattress.

He groans as he sets a slow and measured pace, alternating attention to your clit with dipping his tongue inside of you, dragging your essence from the source. Your hands clench in the sheets, chasing and retreating from the overwhelming sensation in equal measure.

There’s a blunt pressure that turns into a slight pinch as Joel slips a finger into your tight heat. Your head tilts back with a high keening noise and you’re panting, desperate for breath as he moves his hand in tandem with his tongue.

One finger becomes two that thrust and curl and part inside of you, stretching you in unfamiliar ways. It feels good, and all you want is more, more, more.

Joel’s hand moves quickly and he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves until that flood of relief that you’ve only accomplished a handful of times on your own washes over you, your back arching sharply off the mattress as you shout his name like a prayer to the heavens.

His motions slow to a stop and he leaves the bed. You hear the clink of a belt and the rustle of clothing being removed before his weight returns between your legs, a new heat to be felt against your flushed skin with his clothes no longer in the way. With shaky hands you reach up to touch him, starting at his shoulders.

You trail your hands across his warm tan skin, down his hard chest and softer belly. That scar, the one that frightened you before, leaves you breathless as you run your fingers over it now. He’s so strong, so powerful, and he wants you. Wants to protect you so that you don’t know that same pain.

“Joel,” you whisper. He leans forward, hands on the mattress beside your head. He kisses you, slow and all encompassing. You can feel the hard length of his sliding through the mess he’s made of you and you gasp.

“Let me make one thing clear,” he says, face serious, “there ain’t any goin’ back from this. You’re mine. You got that?”

“I trust you,” you reply. Your response earns you a deep groan from the man, a kiss to your forehead that precedes the blunt head of his cock pressing to your soaked entrance.

His cock is thicker, much thicker, than his fingers were and you whine at the intrusion. His shushes you, peppering your face with soothing kisses. 

“I don’t think—“

“You’re doin’ so good, sweetheart, I know you can handle it,” Joel says. “Take a deep breath, just a little more.”

Tension gives way, a sharp pinch that turns into an ache as Joel presses his hips firmly against yours. He kisses your neck and trails his nose across your sweat damp skin, holding still as you adjust to his girth.

You shift your hips the slightest bit and Joel’s moan echoes your gasp. “Tell me I can move,” he begs, another desperate kiss pressed to your lips. “Please, baby.”

There’s something heady about the power you have in this brief moment, a man like Joel begging you for something when he’s used to having everything. You nod and that’s all the encouragement he needs to draw back slowly, that fullness leaving you inch by inch, before thrusting sharply.

It’s unlike any experience you’ve had before — the way his body moves with yours, the flex of his muscles above you, the intense look in his eyes each time he presses inside of you.

“Made for me,” he murmurs. “Mine.”

“Yours,” you agree, moaning as each drag of his cock presses against a tender spot inside of you that has your stomach tightening rapidly.

His effort doubles, hips slamming hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall. You dig your nails into his back, watch the clench of his jaw against the sting, and moan his name as you succumb to the feeling of free falling into bliss, clenching around his cock.

“That’s it, sweetheart, fuck,” he growls, hips stilling against yours as warmth pulses inside of you, his mouth dropped open on a groan of your name.

Joel takes a moment to catch his breath before withdrawing from you. He reaches his hand between your legs, pressing his fingers into your swollen pussy as you gasp.

He holds those fingers up, the light catching on the red staining them.

Perhaps you’d spilled blood for your safety after all.

You wake to the early morning light filtering through the window, a noticeable ache between your legs as you begin to stir. You’re naked, having fallen asleep in Joel’s arms last night, his lips caressing your neck until you’d drifted off and dreamt of blood and wolves. You stretch your limbs, encountering only cold sheets as you do.

As you sit up, you realize the sound of rushing water is the shower and surmise that Joel must be in there. With stiff movements you leave the warmth of the bed and approach the dresser, tugging open the top drawer to find clothing for the day.

You’re reaching for underwear when your fingers catch on something cold, metal in a sea of fabric. You pull on the object, unearthing it from its hiding spot and holding it up for inspection.

A cross, hanging from a silver chain. A chain you would tangle your fingers in as a child, a cross that a thumb would rub across as a deep, familiar voice muttered prayers.

The shower turns off and you take one last look at the crucifix before setting it back into the dark corner you’d unearthed it from.

Then, you shut the drawer. 

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[ayyy-pee]

Center Stage

suguru whimpers as he pounds into you, folds your legs until there’s a knee on each side of your head. you're so good he has to bite back a gasp when your walls squeeze down on him, gripping his cock so fucking hard he sees stars. his eyes roll back when he reaches a hand down to your clit, swollen and sensitive and he feels the sudden gush of your arousal drip down between your bodies. suguru loves how your tight little cunt always takes him so well, how it makes room for him and holds him like it never wants to let go.

every thrust, every roll of his hips, every slap of your skin meeting has suguru leaning down to groan into the crook of your neck. he doesn’t let up, pounding into you like a man possessed. and he is. your pussy makes him insane, makes him want to scream, makes him want to fucking cry.

it feels like heaven in your walls.

suguru loves to look between you, where your bodies connect and see the creamy mess you’ve made on him. fuck he loves how your pussy always makes a mess. it’s one of his favorite things about you.

that and the way your lips part when he pistons his hips a certain way, touches that sweet spot you love. how your head falls back and your back arches when he wraps his thick fingers around your neck, makes you hold his weight as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. the way your little moans fall from that pretty mouth he loves to bury his cock in. he loves all of that.

he loves the way your hands find his hair and you pull. not gentle at all, just the way he likes. you’re as a desperate and fucking needy as he is.

“come on baby. tell me how much you love my cock.” he pleads. he knows you love it. you've told him plenty of times. but suguru also loves to get his ego stroked.

“i love it, ah- fuck, fuck i love your cock!” you whimper beneath him like the good girl you always are. all he ever has to do is ask and you’ll deliver every time. so obedient. it’s why you’re his favorite.

suguru can feel your walls softly convulsing around him. you’re so close. but while your words were good, they’re weren’t good enough. so suguru slows his pace, staring down at you with half lidded eyes. he wants you to do it right.

“pretty girl forgot her manners,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “i love your cock, what?”

he bottoms out with a particularly harsh thrust that has you crying out, your fingers tightening in his tresses and he chuckles, his dick twitching within the confines of your cunt.

“oh fuck! i love your cock master geto”

there it is.

you peer up through your lashes at the man above you and the smug smile on suguru’s lips sends you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm rushing over you, your body shivering as wave after wave hits you. and your sweet lips muttering his formal title, it has him burying his face in your neck again, whining as his hips stutter with every sloppy thrust until his balls tighten.

he grips your thigh hard, high pitched whimpers falling freely from his mouth as his cock stiffens and his hot, white seed fills your twitching pussy. the release has suguru shaking, struggling to hold his weight as your pussy milks him of every fucking drop.

you’re both panting, both catching your breath as suguru kisses you desperately, pressing kisses to your face, to your lips. and he’s still cumming

“m-master geto,” you mutter between kisses. he hasn’t pulled out of you, just keeps rolling his hips into your slowly, softly as he continues to litter your lips and face with kisses.

suguru hums in acknowledgment.

“you’ll be late to session tonight,” you warn him. “you know there will be big donors there. you don’t want to be late.”

ah yes, the work never stops for suguru. he would love to stay here, on the floor of his stage but it wouldn’t be a good look to have his donors and worshippers walk in on you both in the middle of such a salacious act.

and you, his most favorite follower. there's no way in hell allow anyone to leave the room alive if they saw you this way. no, you're meant to be seen by him this way and him alone. even with your current situation, he knows you are loyal to him. so with a hiss, suguru pulls out of you, smirking when he sees the way you pout at the loss of fullness.

cute.

“come and see me after session” he tells you with one last press of his lips to yours. he crawls off of you carefully and fixes his robe. you nod, watching as he exits the room.

he knows where to find you.

suguru always finds you the moment he enters the room, packed with worshippers ready to give themselves to him. and you’re among them, loyal as ever to him, even as you bow politely and pledge yourself to the organization alongside your husband.

[cursingtoji]

𓆩𖥟𓆪 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐑 — Geto is a thoughtful leader who uses visual resources to help his followers learn, and tonight you get to play a part. #Cult-tober.

< Part 1 - Contradiction

— cw: religious imagery but no specific religion, exhibitionism, emotional manipulation, god complex, public nudity, fingering, unprotected, oral (f -> m), sex cult behaviour. 3k words.

— note: did my research on cults for this one, also based on this request.

“Come here” you hear his voice after calling your name, the tone gives you chills.

You know better than to fear him, this is not the first time he calls you to the main room of the temple — a place that has become the closest thing you can call a home now. This room in particular is already very known to you, so why the fear? Can’t you remember the familiar feeling of the tatami under your knees? What about against your cheek? Wasn’t worth the pain of having your face rubbing on it while your master roughly thrusted into your behind? You do recall his pitiful smile when he realized what the mat had done to the soft skin of your face, right? He kissed it so tenderly while holding you like you were made of glass, a glass he didn’t mind breaking a few minutes prior to that, but now, glass.

So what’s wrong now?

Except for the dozens of followers sitting on their knees in that same room right now. How come you never saw that many people before? And more importantly, why are you seeing them now?

A few hours ago, he left you two things along with a note with the time and place you had to be. Those things are: a sheer black lace mask, very delicate fabric meant for your eyes, the type of thing you could picture a woman using in a ball in the 1800s, and a yukata, a simple one. You thought it was weird he didn’t leave an obi — the belt to tie up the yukata, so you took one from your own drawer to complete the traditional piece.

The mask is clearly not part of it, but you know better than to question him. Besides, the note is clear, you must wear nothing but those things. Nothing.

The room you thought you knew now seems strange and gloomy, it’s nighttime so there’s only a few candles lightening it up, there’s an essence burning somewhere the smell is weak but it’s there.

Geto in all his glory sits in his altar, his feet are up in the mat, unlike everyone else sitting on their legs. He has the pose of a deity and clearly that is what everyone thinks too.

Your bare feet touch the tatami, slowly approaching the altar and feeling the dozen pairs of eyes upon you, the offsetting lighting doesn't allow you to see their faces, which is probably for the best, yet Geto’s was lit up as if the sun itself rose for him and him only.

“Look at her, when I met her she was sick, this beautiful lady had a disease. I tried to look away, she was too far gone, but what did I do instead, sweet child?”

“You saved my life” you respond without batting an eye, your mind feels cloudy.

“Kneel” you obey taking place beside him.

Maybe he is a deity after all.

Just that day you were having a conversation with the twins. They had so many questions, especially after seeing you hurt by some curse, so many why’s leaving their little mouths.

“It doesn’t matter!” your voice rose for the first time since taking them in your embrace “If Geto-sama says it’s day and the sky is dark, it’s day. If he says it’s night when you can see the sun, you go to bed because you sleep when it’s night, understood?”

Sometimes you barely recognize the voice that leaves your lips. Scolding is something you never saw yourself doing, not to the girls you loved more than anything.

In your situation one would assume this behavior is driven by fear, what would Geto do if he found out your girls were questioning his actions? They cannot possibly care more about this non-sorcerer in front of them. Never.

But those people would be wrong. Fear does make you do what you do. Love does.

Only love makes you stay put in front of him when he unties your yukata, love has you looking him in the eye even while the disapproval for the presence of the obi is evident.

Geto makes you sit facing him, his stunning image much more welcoming than the unlighted audience, he’s big enough for you to understand can still see the quiet crowd behind you. His calloused hands touch your shoulders under the yukata, the soft touch is enough to warm up your entire body as he slowly revells a skin decorated by some few bruises, some caused by curses, some caused by gods, well… one god.

“She’s still not cured, I don’t know if she’ll ever be” he doesn’t have to project his voice too much in the quiet room, the hot breathing fans over your face, “But I’ll keep trying nevertheless” he says more quietly.

Geto’s hand goes between your legs and you have trouble keeping your sounds to yourself. His hand is big, and the space between your closed legs — while you’re still sitting on them — and your core is narrow, Geto has to be a little rough to get where he wants to.

And he always gets what he wants.

Your face is warm, breathing erratically but still… you’re not panicking even given the disturbing setting. It’s all due to him, if it was anyone else you would be screaming right now, fighting your way out of this.

Geto starts to stroke your folds with his fingers while talking about sins, the best thing you can do is shut your little brain from overthinking everything he says and taking it as personal.

However, what is left to do when he keeps going on and on about undeserving ones while teasing your fluttering hole? You can’t even look him in the eye, just keep staring his throat as he speaks. Your gasp interrupts him when he inserts a finger, both your hands to your mouth, you were distracted enough to forget this was obviously the next step.

Geto snaps his eyes back to you, not glad about the interruption, yet he resumes his speech so he can go on with his plans.

Your hands remain on your closed mouth, not wanting to make the same mistake again. Geto adds another finger and starts scissoring you, which worries you slightly, you thought this was merely a play for the followers, an exhibition of power, but the stretching he’s doing indicates he plans to go all the way. That and the erection under his haori, which you should’ve led you to suspect his intentions from the beginning since he’s never presented himself to his followers without all the layers of his traditional clothing.

Geto removes his fingers, straightening his posture as he finishes his sentence, he pats his lap and you find his eyes, they are predatory, from then on you’re dealing with Geto-sama, not Suguru.

You’re already undoing the ropes that tie his haori just like he did to you a few minutes ago. He’s bare under the fabric, dick is tall and hard, the leaking tip shines under the orange glow of the candlelight as you align it with your entrance.

“If you can’t control your urges, they’ll control you” he claims, hands behind your knees, his voice is steady but the grip he has on you tells it’s hard to control himself too.

“No person or thing should control you… except for me” the last part is whispered for your ears only. You bottom out on him, needing a moment to recover, not just from the stretch on your lower half but from his words and by how willing you are to let him control you.

Especially when he puts his hand on your head, pressuring slightly guiding you to his neck. He keeps his hand there, caressing your hair as you relax on his hold, like he’s comforting someone who's just lost a dear relative, not a simple villager he spared and is now balls deep inside dozens of followers.

With a sharp pinch on your thigh Geto signs you to start moving, you arch your back and raise your hips to slide out of his cock till only the tip is left then sitting back. Since the yukata was not fully removed, it stays on you, sleeves pooling on the middle of your arms, the rest serves as a curtain, keeping the audience from viewing the junction of you and your savior.

You busy your mouth by kissing and sucking his neck, he gives your hair a discreet pull, a warning to not mark him, guess it would be bad for his reputation if his beloved sorcerers find out he’s whipped by a good-for-nothing human.

All they know — as far as Geto is concerned —, is that you’re his little pet, kind of a 3 for the price of 2 after he took in the twins, a package deal he simply had to accept.

Whatever, you don’t care about them anyways. As long as they’re treating your girls as one of their own, it doesn’t matter how they treat you. Geto, Mimiko and Nanako are all you need to be content with your life.

Geto should limit himself from touching you, his fingers shouldn’t be tracing the little marks and scratches on your back.

“You are not perfect, mistakes will happen, that’s why you need someone to guide you” he talks to the audience, his chin resting on your shoulders as the tip of his fingers run over each trauma and imperfections on your back. At this point — with his dick reaching such a sweet spot inside your walls —, you are not sure if he’s still indirectly talking to you, but something makes you think he’s talking to himself, about you.

Is it such a delusional thought? That you are the one guiding him and not the other way around? You thighs clench around him, the awkward feeling in your chest start to bring clarity to your pleasure blurred mind and you start to look around reflecting on your situation.

Geto relizes something switched in your dumb little head, you do that sometimes, look around with wide eyes and heavy breathing. Suguru remembers the days in jujutsu tech, when he was confused, consumed by the trauma and unsure about his future. Why did you make him remember that? Your chest is rising rapidly, he doesn’t want you to panic, that’s not supposed to happen under his watch.

You’re taken from his lap.

“You love me, don’t you?” Suguru holds your chin bringing your focus to him, only him. You nod slowly, admiring his sculpted face by the candlelight, “Then what are you afraid of?”

You search your mind for all the reasons to be afraid right now, shouldn’t be hard, all you need is to look around and remember why you’re here.

Yet his hazel eyes don’t allow you to find any of those reasons, somehow your heart doesn’t feel so heavy anymore.

“Don’t you trust me?” he rubs your chin and you nod again, “Show me” you blink confusingly, “Show me how much you love me.”

You’re sitting on your knees as your eyes trail down where his member is still hard, it glistens with your juices and throbs slightly, the sight is too irresistible.

So you bow to your savior, taking him fully into your mouth, the position giving the closest thing to a privacy moment, where you could pretend it’s just you and Suguru like in the late nights in his chamber.

“There you go” he sighs happily patting your head, not putting any pressure, like what you’re doing is not sexual at all.

It’s merely a form of adoration. And Geto deserves being adored.

Naturally, you take him as deep as you possibly can, focusing your best in worshiping every inch of his skin, putting as much love into it as you can, not even minding the emptiness on your lower half or how you’re dripping on the mat.

There’s a buzz in your ear, you know Geto is talking, finishing his speech probably, but you can’t actually hear him, feels like hearing someone talking from a distance.

The last thing you remember is the hot shot on the back of your throat and the member twitching in your mouth. You think you heard Geto moan, which brings a weird feeling in your stomach since, as far as you know, you’re supposed to be the only one to hear that. His thumb goes to your chin, whipping the saliva and cum, pushing you to release him, you do, but you keep kissing his soft length until the smell of him mixed with the candles and something only this room had made you black out.

Phenomenal.

A word that resumes what Geto thinks about your performance tonight. If he gave you a script it wouldn’t have played out so perfectly.

Sometimes Geto underestimates how willing you are to be controlled by him.

When everything is done, he takes you into his arms, after wrapping the Yukata back around your body, he raises to his feet and steps down from his small stage carrying you.

There’s a door behind the stage, passing the curtains, which he usually uses as entrance and exit. Yet that night he feels like walking through the audience, with a pretty little thing unconscious on his mighty arms and a bunch of loyal followers bowing on his feet he experiences being, truly, a god.

[girliism]

70s cult leader art who picked up your friend from the grocery store on day and you haven’t seen her since.

“hello” you hear a voice you haven’t heard in months.

“oh my god? are you ok no ones seen you for months. i thought you died.”

“died?” she laughs through the phone. “i haven’t died in fact i feel more alive than ever.”

“well, where the hell have been?”

“that’s what i called you for, i want you to come visit me. it’s been so long and i missed you dearly. he even said you could spend the weekend.” he?

you don’t question it to much telling her you’ll be there. she gives you the address and says to come on friday.

you leave early in that morning, the california sun beating down on you through the window as you approach a huge house. you eagerly park your car getting out to see your friend.

“i’m so glad you came.” she pulls you in for a tight hug. “god, i missed you so much.” you hold her just a little bit longer before pulling notice something on her upper arm. “what’s this?” you stroke the mark on her arm. “looks like a tattoo but worse.” she pulls away from you. “it’s nothing. come on i’ll show you around. and don’t worry about your bags someone will grab them.”

the house was beautiful. a giant staircase and a crystal chandelier hangs in the foyer. “holy shit.” you stare in awe. your friend laughs at your reaction. “i know right wait til you see the rest of the house.”

“and this is where you’ll be sleeping here with me.” it was a huge room, lots of windows and six beds lined up next to each other. “you can have the bed on the end-” “girls.” you turn around to a man with blonde curly hair dressed in a long silk rob and tiny underwear. “art!” your friend goes up to place a kiss on his lips. oh? “art, this is my friend the one i was telling you about.” you hold you hand out for him to shake but his immediately pulls you in for a hug. “it’s so great to finally meet you. i hope you have a fun time here.” he pulls away with a big smile on his face before leaving. “isn’t he just so great.” your friend stared at the now empty door way. “anyways you should probably change out of those jeans before i show you outside. it gets terribly hot.”

dressed in a loose white dress you and your friend walk through the garden. “this is our garden all of our produce is grown here by our garden members.” they were all naked sporting the same mark on their arm as your friend. she showed you the rest of the huge property and soon it was time for dinner.

the dining room was full of talking and laughing. three long tables placed next to each other. you sat in the middle one. the room got quite when art walked in. “family, today we are joined by a new friend. i hope you all made her feel welcome.” yes is echoed throughout the room. “join hands and thank the divine for blessing us with such a beautiful harvest and such a beautiful guest.” they all joined hands thanking the divine before passing food around starting up conversations again.

art watched you the whole night. they way your lips wrapped around the fork how easy you got a long with every one. maybe you were what was missing from the house.

“you got so lucky tonight. you got to sit at his table right next to him.” you friend said to you from her bed. it was night and you and your friend were talking about the day you had. “what’s so great about this art guy.” you say. everyone here seems so obsessed with him. “he’s amazing. when he found me i was so sad and hiding it from you, but he saw that and he helped me.” you hummed. “well i’m glad you’re happier now.”

you get awoken in the middle of the night by howling and the urge to pee.

the old house creeks below you feet as you walk back from the bathroom when you hear it. moans. they were coming from a room and the door wasn’t all the way closed, so against your better judgment you looked through the crack. you saw bodies fucking in a perfect circle with art in the middle, two people going down on him. what the fuck? you accidentally push the door causing it to creek. art snaps his eye to yours making quick contact with you. you gasp moving back immediately making your way back to the room. you replay the scene in your head pushing a pillow in between your legs grinding against it softly.

the kitchen is busy that morning, people moving in and out of it. your friend spots you coming up to hug you. “good morning. how was your sleep?” “it was fine. um what’s going on here.” you pick up and apple from the fruit bowl but it’s ripped out your hand. “no eating that those are for tonight.” you ask what tonight was. “the first full moon of the summer. we’re gonna be camping outside, oh i do hope you stay for it.” “oh uh i wouldn’t want to intrude.” you say shaking your head. your friend smile drops “that’s ok. it’s been so much fun either way i do hope you come back and visit.” she shrugs going back to preparing for tonight.

you were packing your bag up getting ready to leave when someone comes in tell you art what’s to see you in his office. you make your way to his office knocking on his door. you hear a soft come in and you walk in taking a seat in front of him. “i hear you’re not gonna stay for the full moon camp out.” art says leaning back in his chair blue eyes locking with yours. you draw a breath looking away. “i just as an outsider wouldn’t want to crash you know.” art laughs getting up to take a seat on the desk in front of you holding your hands in his lap. “please, we would love to have you join us.” his thumbs stroke the back of your hands.

so you find your in another white flowy dress walking bare foot up a hill arm hooked with your friends. “i’m so happy you decided to stay you’re gonna have so much fun.” you friend smiles.

“drink this and find a spot.” you drink the mysterious drink the guy at the top of the hill. you start to fill whatever it is you drank, your muscles feel loose and the flames in front of you look as if they are waving. you see your friend encourage you to get up and dance with her so you do. jumping and twisting dancing around the fire getting lost in the night. art watches from his spot before getting up to dance too, grabbing your hand pulling you off to a more secluded area.

art pushes you to lay on the grass hovering over you pulling the strap of your dress down. you moan at how his touch shockes you. whatever you drank has you overly sensitive and needy. “i saw you watching us last night in the shadows.” your bare tits get exposed to the cold night air nipples harden. “you wanted to join just us or did you want me all to yourself.” art pulls your head that was rolling to the side smacking your cheek to get your eyes to open. “yes, i wanted you i even went back in my bed and touched myself.” you whine at the filling of art’s fingers teasing your cunt.

you were so high. your eyes glossed over and drool spilling out of your mouth that art licks ups slipping his tongue in your mouth. “want you to fuck me with your cock.” the small sober part of you was confused on why you were acting like this, but the major part of your mind felt fuzzy, and art hands holding your thighs open made you want to cum on the spot just from his touch.

art chuckled at your directness. “i can do that.” art pulls is cock out of his pants pushing it into your wet heat. “fuck.” he grunts bottoming out. the second he enters you, you feel reborn like his cock was what was missing from your life. “oh my god.” your eyes roll back. art shakes his head. “no, not god. the divine.” he smiles at you bringing one of your legs up over his shoulder and starts fucking into you.

“i thank the divine for bringing you here for bringing me such a welcoming pussy to lay my sperm.” art kisses all over your face gripping your breast hard, panting like a dog in your ear.

“art art art - oh fuck - fuck me harder.” you whine. the twigs on the ground scrap your back, and art is punching the sweet spot inside you with his dick.

art starts licking and sucking on your breast, leaving faint bite marks there. “the best fucking pussy. need you to stay with me, rule with me in my divine kingdom.” everything art’s saying and how his thumbs moves fast on your clit has you blanking. absolutely nothing is being thought. the only thing echoing up there is arts pleads of staying with him.

“i think i’m gonna come.” you dig your nail into his arm as your cum gushes down his cock. you don’t know when art cums in you but he does. the only thing you do know is how you feeling like your floating. everything around you seems so bright and vibrant. is this the divine?

you come back to reality when art kisses your lips asking if your were ok. “i’m more than ok, i’m perfect.” you breathe out. art smiles down at you. “so you’ll stay with me?” art ask taking advantage of the state you were in.

“yes, i’ll do whatever for you.” you and art lay there under the full moon.

(poor girl was tripping off shrooms thinking she’s having a religious experience ��‍↔️)

[twistedbotanicals]

Initiation

Dark content warning!

18+, consent for all the wrong reasons, obsession, hentai-style tentacles, Curse!fucking, womb filling, belly inflation, bondage with tentacles, loss of consciousness, loss of virginity

"You wish to join my...organisation."

A question, framed as a statement. Geto Suguru rolled a small chirping Curse, moving around his long-fingers and pale palm like a bag of animated marbles, as if he was bored. His baggy pants hid how his cock swelled and twitched to life within.

This was his favourite part- the initiation- and you were the most eager little virgin to have flown into his web for quite some time. Though clearly a grown woman, you remained untouched...for now.

You knelt, your sweaty palms pressed flat to your thighs, and you thrummed with excitement. With your idol now so close that you could see every crease in his disarming smile, and every thread vein on the inside of his wrist, you felt sick with anxious delight.

You didn't even notice how you leaned forwards, so eager to please that Suguru's aching arousal jerked against his thigh. He maintained his jovial, softly spoken facade, offering you an indulgent smile as you spoke, your voice wavering.

"I-- I would love nothing more, Geto-sama-- it would be an honour, the highest honour--"

"Quite. We could use your Cursed technique, and your enthusiasm." Suguru stood, now, his socked feet soft upon the tatami mats, stepping, feathersoft and serene, down towards you. You could see the long, heavy swelling of his lap, and your mouth ran dry, your lips parting spontaneously. You clamped your thighs together, throbbing.

When he knelt, your chin in his grasp and his breath over your lips, you thought you may faint, and the barest moan left your stretched throat.

But, Suguru looked tortured, sighing in dramatic resignation. "What a shame that you've been amongst the monkeys your whole life...you still cling to them. I can smell them on you. How could I ever know I could trust you?"

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish. Ice water ran down your body, the threat of rejection so close, and you reached up involuntarily, clasping the wrist of the hand that held your chin. Your eyes burned with obsessive fervour, hellfire stoked within.

"Anything, Geto-sama." You strained, your voice thick with sincerity. "I'd do anything for you-- for your organisation-- to prove my loyalty--"

"Anything?" He purred, his strong fingers drifting down your chin to the front of your neck, squeezing the shape of your throat as you swallowed beneath his hand. He cooed in cold comfort.

"You'd do anything, to prove your fealty to me? I'm not an easy man to impress...I could just fuck you, it's true. Truth be told, I wouldn't need your permission, but it does reduce the fun somewhat, knowing you'd spread your cunt open for me so willingly. Deflowering you would be a privilege, I'm sure."

Your vision almost blacked at the edges with promise. Any allusion of appearing respectable fell like broken glass. You felt sorely tempted to dip your fingers between your legs, to pleasure yourself to Suguru's filthy words alone, but you reminded yourself that it was his pleasure you were pledging yourself to.

Suguru saw this; saw your faint, telltale squirms of arousal, as heat pooled in your belly. He hummed, dismissive, looking aside.

"What to do...what to do?"

He clicked his tongue, as if torn by indecision. Still, your throat twitched beneath his hand. Opening your mouth to beg again, you moaned to feel Suguru's thumb dart into your mouth to hold your tongue down.

"I take my pleasure vicariously, little one. I should like to see how far you would demean yourself for me. I should like to see how far your dignity would bend without breaking. Would you like that too, little one?"

You trembled, your knees slipped apart and sloppy, Suguru's hand fixed around your throat with a thumb upon your tongue. You nodded, and nodded again, and again, and again, to Suguru's wan, satisfied huff of mirth.

Up close, his smile was twisted, toxic, and you only wished you knew how right he was, when he surmised that you'd spread yourself for him for just a click of his fingers. You'd let him fuck your virginity away in a heartbeat. You imagined his hand over your mouth as he thrust past your hymen, how he'd catch the shrieks in his hand and devour them like a Curse.

"So you will be fucked, do we agree?"

With no idea to what you consented, you consented instead to your obsession, nodding and nodding again, your splayed fingers clasping at Suguru's robes. He leaned just close enough that he spoke his next words directly against your lips.

"And if you survive, little one...I shall welcome you to my lap with open arms."

Something short-circuited in your brain. Suguru stood, walking away with his back to you, leaving you alone, cold, speechless. You heard a wet, hushed, eldritch rumble to your right, and felt lead drop into your belly.

An enormous, cephalopod Curse, of mottled purple to red ombre, dominated one half of the broad traditional room. Clearly an octopus of eerie origin, its many tentacles tangled and unfurled, its single great, yellow eye rolling and dilating as it fixed on you.

You gasped, scrabbling away, and it grumbled, grasping you by the ankle, and dragging you back across the floor. You shrieked. You heard Suguru chuckle, the palm of his hand lazily pressing across his tenting manhood as the Curse's tentacles gradually wound and twisted around your limbs, ripping your clothes off your body like crepe paper. Every touch left a wet, sticky lubricant on your skin. Suguru toned, low and mild.

"This particular Curse has...desires, as any of us do. I'm sure it would prefer to taste you, over some dirty little monkey, though. And I'd like to watch. You want to give me what I want...don't you?"

You hesitated only briefly, knowing what your answer was. And you couldn't deny (by the time you were bare on the tatami before Suguru, that watching him bite his lip to the image of your naked form being slowly lifted and entwined by shivering, pulsing tentacles) the way it made you throb.

By the time eager little suckers had located your neck, your nipples, and your clit, you arched and mewled with hot little bursts of pleasure. You felt so weightless, lifted and suckled by this hungry beast. By the way it shivered at your taste, leeching off your sex and Cursed energy, the pleasure was not yours alone.

It softened you this way, so that you did not notice how your arms became bound behind your back; so that you did not notice how your legs were folded back and open, into a suspended mating press. A tentacle ran along the length of your sex, its tip teasing against your virgin entrance, as its sucker clasped greedily onto your clit.

The pleasure of its brothers working to suck onto your nipples, tugging and stretching enough to make your toes curl, drew out your moans into pathetic little whimpers. Geto watched as the red and purple limbs wrapping your body writhed harder, and tighter, eager to take their own pleasure, but determined to ensure you were wet and supple enough to take them all.

"G-Geto-sama--" You choked, involuntarily humping with the sucks of the tentacle, making it pulse and shiver, barely resisting sliding inside your tight little hole. Suguru swore under his breath, shuddering, biting one finger between his teeth as the others rested at his temples, his body lying sideways on one elbow.

"Good girl." Suguru hushed, velvet smooth, fucking up against his palm from his spot on the floor. He would have to edge himself carefully, he thought, so he didn't come in his boxers like a boy, at the first moment the tentacle deflowered you. The moment of penetration would be almost too much to bear, even without pleasuring himself in his fist.

"You'll be...full, after this." Suguru mused aloud, hooking his aching cock out to rest against his belly, as your cries of pleasure began to peak. He gripped his fists, the knuckles cracking with the effort of not masturbating himself to completion. "It has quite the volume of semen, from what I have seen it do to the monkey women. You'll ache. Will you take it, for me?"

You nodded, flushed, your eyes half-lidded, breathless in this toxic miasma of pleasure. The speed of the sucks on your clit and nipples increased, and you jerked with the overstimulating pace, not yet at orgasm, but the pleasure harsh enough to make you convulse sharply. The tentacles around you pulsed and shivered, one eager yellow eye and two eager brown eyes fixed on you, watching, waiting.

"O-oohhh f-fuck I'm gonna...gonna come-- gonna come-- o-oooh n-nooooo-- Geto-- haaaah!"

Your orgasm pounded through your bound form with electric intensity. You jerked, convulsing, and the tentacle that sucked on your clit and teased your hymen grew more eager still, pre-cum soaking your entrance to prepare you for its slick penetration.

As you convulsed, humping the limb with guttural groans, you heard Suguru curse again, little jerking spills of pre-cum wetting the hair on his barely exposed belly. He lay back, one arm over his eyes, groaning.

Suguru freed his heated gaze in time to see the tentacle stroke one final time against your entrance, as if licking, tenderising you...before pressing forwards with its tapered tip, thickening so fast as it punched past your virginity to seat itself fully in your pussy.

You arched, screaming against the sudden intrusion. An opportunistic tentacle, bulbous at the tip and thicker than the girthiest cocks you had ever seen in porn, pressed into your open mouth, silencing you into thick gags and swallows.

After a few moments of your pussy clenching, your mouth clenching, your arms pulling involuntarily against the binding limbs...you stilled, supple and used and submissive. With another frisson of delight, the tentacles that were inside you begin to move, thrusting as an eldritch groan of bliss rumbled from the Curse.

You felt every single thrust against your belly, and you twitched, your moans barely audible around the member that pleasured itself with your mouth. A tentacle stretched up, winding itself around your neck to force its extension, and you gagged to feel the arousal fuck deeper. It shivered again, barely able to restrain itself.

Geto had almost ejaculated untouched, to see the tentacle punch through your virginity like it was tissue paper. The cool façade he usually maintained faltered, also paper thin. A drip of sweat crept down his neck as he cursed, releasing his clothes enough to bare his chest, his heavy twitching cock, and his belly tensing with the thrill of edging himself.

"Not innocent anymore, little one...shit...does it feel good? Giving yourself over to my monsters?" The Curse groaned, heavy and gravelly, as if answering for you. Geto swore again as it lined up thinner tendrils to coil around your breasts and nipples, teasing, stretching and flicking them.

You jerked with the sinful pleasure of being used, feeling the tentacles fuck, and fuck, and fuck, up your pussy and down your throat. The yellow eye watched you from below, changing your angle occasionally, as if examining its artwork from all perspectives, relishing in the way you squealed when new limbs began to probe your asshole. A thin one dipped inside, as if testing, before coming out again, making way for a more generous counterpart.

You felt it coat you with its sticky pre-cum, first teasing your asshole with one bulbous cock, before carefully easing the head in. It shuddered at the way your pussy involuntarily clenched and milked it in response, drips of pre-cum beginning to slip out of you to the floor.

Another tentacle, thinner, with breeding intent, had already slid into your cunt alongside its thicker brother, and waited at your cervix for you to climax again, so it could steal its chance.

Suguru could not restrain himself any longer, to watch you be fucked raw in suspension, seeing the way your eyes grew unfocused and your body jerked and trembled. He hissed to feel his fist encircle his cock, stroking slowly, in time with the tentacles that thrust in tandem within you.

"Got to come again, little one. It can't take its satisfaction until you do. Do you want the suckers back?"

You only moaned in response, wet and slurping around the tentacle that used your mouth. Suguru flicked one hand at the Curse, an order, and a sucker promptly resited itself on your clit, to suck you to orgasm as you needed.

You moan was dirtier than any Suguru had ever heard and he had to let go of his cock again with a jolt, lest he spill all over the floor. He swore, biting the back of his fist, feeling his peak almost creep over...before ebbing away again, leaving him panting, gasping.

Suguru fucked up against the air as he felt the final climax approaching, sure you were not ready for the way the Curse would leave you heavy with its seed.

It was as the three limbs fucking within you all sped up, in one final push towards completion, that you fell into another orgasm. The ferocity with which the suckers licked at your clit and nipples had you roaring with pleasure around the limb in your mouth, and as you convulsed, you felt the curious sensation of something thinner and more insistent weedle through your cervix to press its tip into your womb.

Mid-orgasm, you felt yourself go lightheaded with the bizarre, vasovagal physiological response to your cervix being invaded. The world blackened at the edges, and you loosened in the limbs, only semi-conscious. The Curse took its chance...and began to fill you.

The tentacles within you pulsed, alternating and peristaltic, as cum began to pulse through, into you. Lost in a black haze of pleasure, your belly grew warm, then hot, and ached, as the little tentacle within your womb spurted loads of warm cum into it. You jerked, swallowing, and clenching, to feel the same happen in your throat and asshole.

The tentacles continued to gently suckle on your breasts and clit, as if soothing you for what it was doing to you. Excess sticky white cum splashed to the floor, running down your chin, your thighs, little squirts oozing out of the suckers on your nipples and clit.

Your pathetic little mewls, and the way your lower belly stretched outwards, bulging with the cum that filled you, pushed Geto over the edge. With two final fucks into his pre-cum wetted fist, he came with hushed curses, praising you with liquid mercury.

"--good girl-- shhhh...take it for me, that's it, filthy girl...take it...shhhit, take it..."

You came back online slowly, aching, your belly cramping as if on your period. The Curse lowered you to the floor with surprising tenderness. As it withdrew its tentacles from your prone, whimpering body, one great limb softly stroked your bloated belly. The Curse groaned, retreating and satisfied, but not before one tentacle stretched out to offer you an affectionate little boop on the nose.

As you lay on the tatami, bare, shivering, and impossibly full of cum, Geto swallowed down the Octopus Curse, his hand and belly still sticky with his own seed. He sighed as though he had just performed some wearing duty, and cast you a look of languid satisfaction.

"...you are welcome here, little one."

Geto smirked. The last thing he heard from your babbling mouth, as his staff dragged you from the room towards the baths, was you thanking him weakly, with a cum-filled mouth, for his acceptance.

Another cult member bowed before Geto, his forehead not even rising from the floor as he spoke.

"Are--are you ready for the next one, Geto-sama?"

Suguru smiled, sharkish, perusing a mental Rolladex for a Curse of choice.

"Yes." Geto sighed, stretching, tucking his cock away and wiping his hands on the back of the flinching cult members' robes. "Send her in."

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i’m obsessed with the idea of cult leader!geto pining for a reader who just fucking hates him. i don’t know why just. maybe it’s someone from his past that he left behind when he defected, maybe they’re bitter and spiteful and all they do is hiss and bite but he’s so smitten. you can do no wrong in his eyes. he deserves the curses and anger, he knows, and he receives them with a smile and eyes full of hearts. he gets giddy when you scowl at him. he just thinks you’re love personified. he’s so gentle and patient that it’s infuriating because nothing you do or say will get him to bite back. it’s like you’re a kitten gnawing at his fist but he does nothing but coo at you even when you draw blood

[noxturnalpascal]

Devotion 🖤 Masterlist

Series Summary: When is it enough? When is it too much? When does Devotion become Obsession?

I. Stronger Together CH 1 CH 2 CH 3

II. Predator or Prey? CH 4 CH 5 CH 6 CH 7 CH 8

III. Path to the Future CH 9 CH 10 CH 11 CH 12

Epilogue Some Summer Sunday

Series Warnings: 18+ MDNI, canon-typical violence/death, death of clickers, guns, blood/injury, references to previous SAs (not described), Reader has low self worth & trauma, this group/cult is not feminist - women aren’t treated as equals, Joel has sexual relationships with other characters (not described in detail), possessiveness, manipulation, stalking/spying on, Joel gets mean, DubCon Oral, Joel gets abusive (verbally, mentally, physically (he hits, throws, and bites), thoughts of self-harm and suicide, talk of periods & pregnancy, unprotected PiV, oral sex (m & f receiving), come eating, DIRTY TALK, brief reference to breeding kink and creampie kink (but reader does NOT get pregnant in this story).

A/N: OBVIOUSLY this is canon-divergent, but it is post-outbreak. The events of outbreak day have not changed (sorry Sarah). Reader does have a developed background that plays heavily in her character arc, so in that sense she is very much an OC. Reader has a nickname and some minor physical descriptions.

LAYOUT OF JOEL'S HOUSE

AO3 LINK

MOODBOARD BY @strang3lov3 MOODBOARD BY @beefrobeefcal

*🖤*NOTES ABOUT THE CULT & JOEL BELOW*🖤*

ABOUT THE CULT

The Cult's Core Ideology

Build up a community (and supplies) to return to a thriving society that can keep people safe & find a cure.

The Cult Operates by its 3 Tenants:

How Joel does it (what he "preaches")

I. Build Trust (We are Stronger Together)

Makes people feel beautiful, important, HEARD

Shares the wealth (food, shelter, women)

Seeks Power & Control to get others to help him

II. Us vs Them (The Predator Vs The Prey)

FEDRA is the enemy, do not trust them

Assimilate or Destroy all other people/groups

Attack them before they attack you

III. Gather & Prepare (Create a Path to the Future)

You can never have enough, always take take take take

The community you create now will determine future society (fair, honest, hardworking)

Once you are well-prepared and rebuild, you can work on finding a cure

🖤

Notes about Joel and the Cult:

He and Tess began this community together in 2010 after they met Bill and Frank and they felt that the QZ was becoming too dangerous and unstable. They settled in a small, remote town in the mountains of Vermont. Tess helps him "run" the community but she has a submissive role. (Their dynamic here is different from canon.) Tess has his respect probably more than anyone else does but she is not looked upon like an equal by anyone in the community.

Timeline/Ages:

This takes place in the fall of 2012, so It’s been 9 years since outbreak day. Joel is 45, my HC for Reader is Early 30's (Tess is 39/40). Reader's exact age isn't given, but she was in her early 20's on outbreak day and I wanted her to have experienced a fair taste of an adult life before the world ended. I didn't want to write the reader as inexperienced or with too large of an age-gap, although I think 11-14 years is still pretty significant. She has a history that plays a significant role in her personality (wary, untrusting). She has been hurt/abused by men - both those that took advantage of her when she was young, as well as by those that she trusted/loved. There are very few physical descriptions but she is very much an OC. Note that her age is not something that's explicitly mentioned because I did want to keep it inclusive. I hope everyone who wants to read this can use their imagination to fit themselves into the story in a meaningful way.🖤

[fear-is-truth]

ﾐ. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰’𝒎 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔, 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒚 ── 𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒕 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝑮𝒆𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒓𝒖 x 𝒇!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

⟢ 𝒲arnings — nsfw, mdni || cult leader!geto suguru・manipulation・cōckwarming ・brēeding kink ・english is not my first language ・not proofread

⟢ 𝒲ord count — 1.1k

The heavy scent of incense engulfed the room, curling in lazy wisps around you, mingling with the low murmurs from outside. The temple, usually filled with his loyal followers, felt empty with just the two of you. Even so, his presence was enough to make it feel like the space couldn’t hold much more.

Geto Suguru sat above you, on a slightly raised platform, his figure draped in his robes, like a king on his throne. And you knelt at his feet, where you always were—loyal, devoted, willing to follow wherever he led. His hand rested in your hair, fingers threading through it absentmindedly, as if you were something to be toyed with.

And to him, you were.

“I can feel it, you know,” he said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“The doubt.”

Your body stiffened, and his fingers paused in your hair, gently tugging just enough to make you look up at him. His eyes were sharp, black tar pools that saw right through your soul.

“I don’t doubt you, Geto-sama,” you murmured, your throat tight under his scrutiny.

“Oh?” He tilted his head, a soft chuckle escaping his lips, but there was no humour in it.

“You don’t think I can see it? You forget, I know you better than anyone.” His eyes darkened, and the amusement that danced in them a moment ago disappeared.

“You’ve been thinking too much.”

Your heart raced. He was always like this, picking apart your mind, stripping away your carefully placed walls with nothing more than his words. It was maddening how easily he did it, how he had you so thoroughly wrapped around his finger that one look, one touch, was enough to unravel you.

“I haven’t—”

you started, but his grip tightened in your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your breath hitch.

“Shh.” His voice was a soft, commanding hush, and he leaned forward, his lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“You don’t need to explain yourself to me, do you?”

You swallowed hard, the heat of him making it difficult to think straight. His presence was overwhelming, intoxicating, and you hated how much you craved it.

“No,” you whispered, voice trembling slightly, your head tilting as if on instinct, exposing more of your neck to him. He let out a low hum of approval, releasing your hair and sliding his hand to your jaw instead, guiding your gaze up to meet his.

“You’re so obedient,” his thumb traced your lower lip as he smirked.

“So loyal.”

The praise, as twisted as it was, sent a shiver through you. His fingers pressed a little harder against your skin, and before you could fully register it, he was pulling you up, his other hand guiding you with an ease that made your body move without question. You found yourself straddling his lap, your knees pressing into the cushion on either side of him as he leaned back, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You belong here, sweet girl.”

he murmured, his voice was calm, patronising as his hand trailed down your back, settling at your waist. The other remained at your chin, holding you in place.

“With me.”

It wasn’t a request. It never was with him. It was a statement of fact, one you couldn’t argue with. You felt his breath against your lips, his gaze locked onto yours, daring you to pull away.

But you didn’t.

His lips brushed yours, a featherlight touch at first, almost chaste. But when you didn’t move—couldn’t move—he kissed you harder, deeper. It was commanding, like everything he did, and you found yourself melting into him despite the knot of fear and thrill coiling in your chest.

His fingers hover over the soft fabric of your kimono, tracing the smooth edge of the okumi before slipping his hand inside, between the layers. The material yielded easily, parting to allow him to play with your tits, palming the swell of your breast. It drives you crazy with want whenever he gets like this—ravenous yet restrained at the same time. An index finger tapped on your sternum, tracing a half circle along the curve of your breast before finding the hard peak of your nipple.

When he pulled back, taking in the sight of your swollen lips, a satisfied smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were half-lidded, dark with amusement as if he found your breathless state amusing. You hated that he always did this to you—always made you feel so small, so easily swayed by his touch.

“You like this, don’t you?” he murmured, his hand sliding further down your waist, his fingers digging into your hip, a gentle yet possessive grip.

“Being close to me. Being mine.”

You nodded before you could stop yourself, but the words caught in your throat.

“Say it,” he ordered softly, his voice a velvet command, his thumb pressing a little harder against your lips.

“I…” You hesitated for only a moment before the words spilled out, too easy.

“I belong to you.”

His smirk widened, his eyes glinting with approval. He tilted your chin up, rewarding you with a deep, open-mouthed kiss, slower this time, savouring it as if to seal your words into reality. You whimpered when the tip of his cock finally pushed into your cunt.

“Good girl,” he purred, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth. “You know your place.”

“O-ohh.” Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, cunt already spasming around his length.

Fingers scrabbling at his shoulders, you instinctively rocked your hips forward, trying to get all of him inside you at once. Each delicious, agonising inch stretched you further, filling you with a molten, liquid pleasure that dripped down from the centre of your chest, pooling in your abdomen and spreading to your loins. A breathy moan escaped you when he breached your sweet spot.

“You don’t need to worry about what comes next,” his lips grazed your ear again, his voice so close, so intimate, arousal continued to build inside you. Each deep thrust filled you to the very brim, stretching your plushy walls to the point where the line between pain and pleasure blurred as one. Alighting all the nerves in your body and coaxing the fiery sensation of climax out of your lower belly.

“You just need to follow me. Understand?”

You nodded breathlessly, hands gripping the fabric of his robes tightly to anchor yourself.

“Good,” he pressed one last kiss to your lips, slow and lingering like molasses.

“That’s all you need to do.”

Another deep thrust sent white sparks bursting behind your eyes.

“haaaah—Suguru…” you mewled tearfully, wrapping both arms around his neck, face buried in his shoulder.

“I know, sweet girl, I know,” he cooed, grinding his hips lazily to meet yours, pushing deeper and deeper. You could feel his cock throb inside you, just beneath your belly.

“I’ll give you what you want. Pump you full of my come and put a baby in you, my love.”

 fear-is-truth 2024 — all rights reserved. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarise my content.

[esggs]

cult leader!geto suguru x secretary!reader

Geto snores into his pillow, his long hair spread princess-like over his broad back, having escaped from the little bun he made before bed last night. The heavy curtains are keeping his bedroom still cool and dark at 11 am. I guess that’s why I didn’t wake up on time, I’m pretty sure we missed the Ichinori meeting. You look over at your naked boss next to you, deep asleep. Well, I doubt he’ll get mad at me. 

He looks so… breathtaking. His back still carries the marks of your sharp nails, you smile as you run a soft finger down his spine. So perfect. Glowing skin. Hard muscles underneath. He’s not going to wake up anytime soon, you know that. He’s usually a heavy sleeper, but especially after having been wrung out like that last night – you’d done a good job, you grin at the memory. Maybe he’ll give me a raise. 

You try to piece together all your clothes, you do have to go reschedule his meetings after all. Pleated pants- got it, under the blanket that Geto’s hogging all to himself. Formal blouse- got it, near the door, ugh, is that a tear on the neckline? A shame, this one was expensive. Bra, bra, braaa- got it, what the fuck?? Ah. You remember Geto tore it off you, too impatient to wait a second more. He liked to do that, ripping your clothes off you. Yanking a handful of your hair too close to your scalp. Hickies on the soft of the thighs and belly that seemed a touch from bleeding. A harsh spank with his large hand that made your lamb eyes tear up. Pushing a thumb into your ass while fucking into you from behind. A little painful, a little rough. That is how Geto enjoyed you. 

You decide to give up looking for your panties (they're definitely not in a wearable condition anymore, after having been pulled down your wet heat by Geto's teeth and promptly stuffed into your mouth). For a second, you dare to wonder if you’ll get away with stealing one of Geto’s briefs from the clothing drawer, before deciding that’d be crossing a boundary. Regardless of how many times he’s cum down your throat, he’s still your boss, after all. He’s still the wonderful Geto-sama that you adore and respect, one who found your potential as a sorcerer, one who will rid the world of all curses. 

One who’s trying to pull a hair out of his mouth in his sleep. Adorable. One pant leg in and other pant leg out, you awkwardly hop over to him and take the hair out for him. Those eyelashes melt your heart. You cherish him as you wear your pants as silently as you can: he looks painted, he looks angelic, he looks overwhelmingly loved. 

You put on the ruined blouse anyway; you’ll just go home and change. The bra he can have, you leave it tucked under his pillow, a little gift for him to find later. Your nipples chafe slightly against the fabric of the blouse. They still feel raw sensitive. Geto always insists that lapping them with his tongue would heal any wounds that his lips or teeth have caused to your pretty, perky nipples, but that’s not true. You can feel right now that it’s not goddamn true. Your tits still have full marks of his bites stinging red on them. 

In fact, now that you’re paying more attention to yourself, your entire body feels sore. Your neck has a faintly purple outline of his large hand, and your voice seems to still be rough. Was it him choking you within an inch of your life till your head swam within clouds of ecstasy as he finally let you cum on his cock? Or was it the way he roughly pushed your head into his lap, his thick cock stretching out the insides of your throat? Oh, the image of him hissing as he threw his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing with every deep groan and gasp. “A magician with that mouth,” he’d call you, as he petted your cheek before falling asleep. I’d do it every night just to hear him say it again. 

The places he’s grasped you to hold you against him, your sides, shoulders, thighs, ass, they all hurt. He went overboard last night. Did something happen yesterday? Hmm, December 7... nope, doesn't ring a bell. You pout as you find your phone, tablet, and a Plan B pill you take from his bedside drawer. Geto would rather not use condoms, but also doesn’t fully trust you to take your regular pills on time. So there you go. God’s punishment for creampies.

You suppose Geto has a thing for them. Not that he wants kids, just that he likes feeling you raw. Hearing you cry as you struggle to take him. Smiling as you plead that it’s too much. Pressing your ankles down to your ears as he sinks deeper into you. Moaning into your mouth as he ruts his pleasure into your warm walls, his cum drooling over your sticky thighs. Doing just as he likes, without restraint. 

You have to leave him now, it’s so sad. Rapunzel is still snoring deeply, turning over and letting the blanket fall from his X-scarred chest. You dig his phone out of the mess and leave it next to his ear, you’ll call him awake at 1 pm so that he’s ready for his daily evening address and other meetings. You quickly put your heels on and leave, but not before dropping a kiss on his nose. To keep him company throughout the day. It’s pointless and a bit too sentimental for Geto to appreciate, you believe. Besides, you’ll be right next to him all day anyway, won’t you?

a/n : every now and then the geto suguru agenda seizes me until i cant function.

img credits: 1 2 3

[suiana]

------Thirsty Imagine incoming---

Imagine Yan! Cult Leader railing you Infront his followers for a 'ritual' LIKE DNSBADNSJA

Blushing and kicking my feet rn🤭

cw: nsfw, stockholm syndrome or smth idk, god complex??? idk reader got brain washed by cult leader

he thrusts into you relentlessly, rutting into you at a ferocious pace as your hands held onto his shoulders tightly. your breath was laboured from the amount of times he had came in you already, body itching for rest. yet your cult leader had other plans in mind.

"my deity- ngh~ w-we're doing this because of a ritual to cleanse you-! so we can't stop... you understand, right?"

words laced with sarcasm dropped from his lips as he sucked and marked your neck, greedily taking in every part of you. his pace never slowed, still as fast and rough as ever. his hands held your hips tightly, bruising them as his cock hits your sweet spot over and over.

you could only let out tired moans in response, nodding slightly as you stared into those eyes of his. clouded with arousal and devotion they were, and they were all directed to you. you were his deity, the one he worships with all his heart. so who were you to reject this wonderful role? especially when you loved him just as much as he loved you?

it didn't matter whether he fucked you in front of a crowd, and it most certainly did not matter that he had the nerve to claim that this was for a ritual. because you were in love with him. your beloved worshipper. and he had been so diligent in his worshipping! of course you had to repay his devotion.

and what better way than to reassure him of his position as your favourite devotee?

[xxj-t]

A Scarlet Invitation

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Suguru Geto, Manami Suda

Suguru x Fem Reader x Gojo

Summary: You are a part of Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo's "organization". Not only do you crush on both of them, but you are the upmost fascinated by them. One day however, you catch them in the middle of something, and you are caught but a pair of blue stunning eyes…

A/N: This is my first time writing Satosugu so I hope I did well in executing this one shot. Took me a while to do this, but I had fun writing it. Please enjoy these feral cult leaders! :)

Warnings: Threesome, Cult Leaders, Murder/Blood, Feral Gojo, Oral Sex, Penetration, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Teasing, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial/Delay, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Face Riding

Word Count: 14.3k

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Staring in your mirror as you get ready for the day, has you drifting in the abyss of your thoughts. This is almost like a routine now; it was so easy to go into that place and ponder on how the day will go. Playing it all out how you would like it to be, but it never goes as planned of course. 

It was so easy to daydream about...them. 

“I hope today I get to speak to them...or if they even care enough to hold a conversation with me,” you think to yourself. 

From time to time, these thoughts always wander in your head. You had to shake those thoughts away though. Of course they care! They are your leaders for crying out loud. They even know everyone by name. 

 A long-drawn sigh blows past your lips as you keep looking over yourself. 

To you it was always important to double check, triple check even, to make sure you look presentable. “Dress to impress” as people say. Do you dress up for them? Yes, but also you do it for yourself too. 

Look good, feel good.

Both of those men were so handsome, so inviting...and yet fearsome as well. However, that is what made you fall in love with them even more. Those two complemented each other quite well, they were two peas in a pod. Nothing can get between them, they were the duo. 

Gojo Satoru and Suguru Geto.

You joined their group nearly five months ago. From time to time you were able to have conversations with them, although sometimes the conversations were short or they were unable to stick around often. Sometimes it’s easy to catch them roaming around or see them from time to time, but then again, they are usually busy. You would apologize for keeping them, but they always insisted on keeping the conversation going when they were able to. It made you feel right at home. They took a liking to you and they enjoyed your talks when you had the chance to say hello. It’s just been a while since you were able to do that.

Checking yourself over in the mirror, you make a few final touches here and there. Once you are satisfied, you smile to yourself and glance over at the clock on your wall noticing the time. Hopefully today won’t be too eventful, you hope to take it easy today, but that could always change.

You never know what can come up; expect the unexpected. 

"Everyone take your seats. Master Geto and Master Gojo will be here any minute!” Manami announces to the open room.  

Apparently, there was a big meeting planned at the last minute. Something about Suguru and Gojo wanting to expand the organization further out to neighboring cities; they were looking for people to run it. It sounds pretty serious and yet exciting. You were happy to hear of this news. Maybe you can be one of those people to lead it? Although, you were still fairly new and you hardly knew anything of running an organization. Let alone hundreds of people! 

You’ll just leave that up to the ones who can handle that. 

Everyone settled down eventually and you all waited for quite some time. Some people were getting worried, or antsy. It was common for them to always be on time, but sometimes they weren’t. They could do what they wanted to anyways, not that you didn’t care, if you were in their position, you would probably do the same. Your eyes roam around the room seeing others chatter amongst themselves

It has taken a while to familiarize yourself with your surroundings and the people. Like you, many lived here in the facility, and some live in their own homes. You decided to live here after you heard about their teachings and went to go see for yourself. It was perfect timing since you were in the process of looking for something new. That’s when you decided for yourself, that this was a great opportunity to learn. So being here really brought you joy.

Luckily, everyone was really nice towards you. There were many times you got lost or were even too nervous to speak, but they were all patient and welcoming. Alas, they all were like minded. 

As you reminisce, the sound of the door sliding open pulls you out of your thoughts. 

They’re here.

The whole room’s atmosphere shifts. 

Everyone bows their head to greet them. Every time they entered, it was always so quiet. Not only that but it always felt tense, but it eventually faded into something more settling.

Immediately you follow suit and wait until you hear the sound of not only one, but two people taking their seats in the front of the room. 

However, you only hear one?

“My apologies everyone. I had some things to take care of.” Gosh, his voice was so soothing, you could listen to him all day long. But you did notice a hint of annoyance in his tone. “Gojo is running behind too I see...”

It sounds like he wasn’t expecting that.

“We will start without him. Rise.” 

With that being said, you all raise your head up and get into a comfortable seating position. Your eyes lift to capture a glimpse of Master Geto...how gorgeous he was. His long black locs in a half up and half down hairstyle tucked behind his gauges, and his signature look finished off by his patterned kasaya. 

Beautiful. 

He sits there in his seat upon the platform on the cushion below him, with his knee bent and his elbow propped up on it, eyes roaming the crowd. His gaze is soft, and at the same time...chilling. 

“Thank you for coming so suddenly, we have big news to discuss. Which I am sure you know what it is already about. I hope that you all will be thrilled for what is to come.” He rubs his chin and scans over everyone. When his eyes land on you however, it feels as though your whole world stopped.  

Shit, he was looking directly at you. 

His dark eyes linger on you for a few more moments before he tears his gaze away with a smirk before he begins his speech. Jeez, you could melt in your seat right now. 

It was so hard to focus on his words after that. 

Some time passed, and Gojo still hasn’t shown up. Once in a while, Suguru would glance over towards the door at the back of the room or the time displayed on the wall. He was the patient type, not showing his irritation, but you always wondered how he did it. Especially since Gojo really liked to push Suguru’s buttons. 

It was silent among the room until there was a burst through the door. Everyone turns their attention towards the interruption. 

Low and behold, Gojo Satoru himself.

Just as always, he has that wild grin plastered on his face. He adjusts his black blindfold as he makes his way inside, fixing his white haori that seems to be messy. It looks like he just got out of bed or something. He whistles his way up to his seat and waves to everyone as they bow their heads in greeting. 

“Heh, hello, everyone! Sorry I’m late!” He takes his place on the left side of Suguru. He looks over at the followers and turns his head over to Suguru with a wide grin, meeting his gaze.

Grinning, like he wasn’t twenty minutes late! 

“Satoru...you’re late.” Suguru shakes his head. 

“Whaaat? I said I was sorry. Had a few...distractions.” Gojo shrugs his shoulders and tosses his head from side to side to work out the kinks in his neck. 

As soon as he said that, the door behind everyone opened, and in came a woman who was fixing her clothing. She looks...out of breath and red in the face. Gojo looks in her general direction discreetly, but nonchalantly humming to himself. Suguru glances over to the lady who takes a seat towards the back, trying to hide herself amongst the crowd. 

Gojo flicks his hand in the air. “Enough with the formalities everyone, raise your heads.” 

It’s crazy how he can see everything with his blindfold on, it’s so eerie to think about. 

Suguru looks over Gojo, noticing the way his clothes were wrinkly, including the way his black pants looked all lopsided. He knows what Gojo was really doing.

He sighs to himself and faces the audience. As much as he would like to tell him off, he will deal with him later. You couldn’t help but slightly smile at his annoyance towards Gojo. Their bickering was quite entertaining, but also you feel for Suguru.

Later on, the meeting came to a close. Everyone was dismissed to return to their duties for the day. Before leaving, you want to take this chance to greet the duo. Perhaps hold a conversation with them as well, you just hope they don’t leave right away.

Making your way through the crowd, you already see a small line forming to speak with them, luckily it was only a few people; you can definitely make it. Once you are close enough to approach them, someone taps you on your right shoulder. You turn around seeing one of your acquaintances who looks worried. There was a panicked look on her face. 

“Aya, are you okay?” You cock your head to the side trying to figure out what was going on. 

“I am so sorry to bother you. I know you are on your way up, but there is an emergency and I need your help! The shipment for supplies came in just now, I thought it was supposed to come in next week, but it came early! Two of the guys were injured after an incident the other day, so it’s up to us and a few others. I was informed right when the meeting ended and was ordered to come find you. The sooner we get it done, the better because we also have another list of things to get done on top of that.”  

Shit. That’s right. You and Aya are in charge of taking inventory every so often and that includes helping with unloading shipment when needed. You’re guessing that time is now.

How irritating. 

You turn your head back to glance at Suguru and Gojo, both smiling and engaging with everyone. Damn it, out of all times. 

Turning your attention back to Aya, you give your best fake smile. 

“I’m right behind,” you say with as much enthusiasm as you can. Aya’s eyes beam at you in delight as she nods her head.  

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” You follow her towards the door, trying your best to not feel frustrated, however...it doesn't work.

To your dismay, this took longer than you thought. You thought this would be something quick enough for you to get back to the meeting room in time, but it turns out that it wasn’t. It was no problem doing what you needed to do, but it was just disappointing being pulled away like that. 

Making your way down the dimly lit corridor toward your room for a break, you hear a faint noise just a bit further down and faded voices. You raise a brow and slow your steps.

Something in your gut was telling you to not approach the manner. Shit. Obviously, you should turn away, right? But what if there was a threat? You would be held responsible for whatever it was, and you would even be questioned...damn it. 

Thud! 

That did not sound good whatsoever. 

You shake your head and prepare yourself for what’s to come. You quiet your footsteps, sneaking your way towards the mystery- slowly. To protect yourself, you reach into your kimono where you kept your dagger for emergencies, and start to pull it out. 

Slow and steady breaths... 

The door looks cracked, so thankfully you can sneak a peek once you get there. A cold shiver drips down your spine, stifling your breath as you approach closer. You can see shadows shift around, reflecting on the wall and floor from where you were.

How many people were in there exactly? Whomever you have to deal with, you just hope you can take them, worst case scenario. Perhaps just talk things out if it wasn’t dire.

These thoughts alone made you sweat.

Finally, getting closer, the noises were a bit clearer. From what you can tell it sounds like...heavy breathing, like someone was out of breath. Maybe in distress? But why? Were they running or fighting??

You are right in front of the door now, it is important to compose yourself. Taking in a deep steady breath, you place your hand on the knob. You go to open it a bit further to peek your head in, but then stop when you hear someone speak.

“Satoru. You need to calm down.” 

Wait, that’s Suguru speaking. What the hell is going on?

“Oh? And why should I?” Gojo didn’t sound like himself. You know that tone in his voice, and it does not sound good. You slowly stow away your dagger.

“S-Sir, I-I am sorry! I didn’t mean to overstep!” That familiar voice catches your attention. It was definitely Jin, one of their assistants aside from Manami.

“You annoy me. Today, I am already irritated as is, and in comes you running your damn mouth like always.” Gojo says in a monotone.

You hear Jin yelp, from what you can tell, it sounds like Gojo grabbed him.

Yeah, this wasn’t any of your business. It’s probably best to step away from this. It’s the last thing you need to worry about...

 ...however, your body acts on its own.

Slowly, you open the door quietly, not all the way, just enough to peer into the small room. Yeah, you hit the nail right in the head with your theory. Gojo had a hand around Jin’s throat. His blindfold was off, his left hand was wrapped firmly around it. His veins were basically popping out. This is not good.

Luckily, Gojo and Suguru’s back were turned towards you, but not all the way. You still had a good angle of their faces. It was still so easy for them to turn around at any moment though.

You need to leave–

“Satoru. Enough. You’ll kill him if you keep this up.” Suguru stands a few feet behind Gojo. His arms were crossed, but it seemed like he had no intention of stopping him.

“Isn’t that the point?” Gojo’s face didn’t even look hostile when he said that. It was calm, but certainly an annoyed expression. You squint your eyes, noticing the way his jaw clenches...even though this situation was fucked, you couldn’t stop yourself from loving the way he looks right now. It was beyond terrifying, but it stirs something in you.

Is that wrong?

“M-Master Gojo, please!! I beg–” Jin coughs. The look on his face looked as though he was about to shit bricks.

“Not you begging again. That only makes me more angry.” A smile slowly creeps on Gojo’s face. Painting his expression in a wild manner. He was excited.

“B-But–”

“Yawn.” 

Before you know it, you see Gojo yank his hand back and the sounds of Jin gurgling, choking on his own blood booms in the small space of the room. His body drops on the ground as he squirms, and kicks his legs. His hands wrap around his throat, trying to keep the blood from spilling, but it was already too late. Gojo had already ripped his throat out. There is no stopping it.

Gojo’s hand was covered in blood, trickling down onto the wooden planks below his feet. The wall behind Jin was also splattered in crimson.

Seeing all of this unfold, had you locked in place. Everything feels as though it has paused in time. Nothing else in this moment has your attention, only this. All you can hear right now is the blood rushing to your brain. Gojo just outright murdered that man, like it was nothing. He actually did it.

It was hard to look away from this. You were practically trembling. Your chest puffs out as you release a breath you forgot you were holding.

Suguru sighs and rolls his eyes.

“Damn it.” You can see him shake his head.

Suguru steps next to Gojo who was in the middle of watching Jin struggle on the ground. Gojo’s face was back to being stoic, his crystal blue eyes studying the man on the ground taking his last breath. Jin’s blood pools around him and spreads near their feet.

You can see Jin’s body twitch and slowly stills.

“Anyways,” Gojo tilts his head back and he takes a deep breath and stretches his arms above his head, yawning. “I feel much better. That was tiring.” He chuckles under his breath. The blood drips down his arm and some even lands on his cheek, making it run down his face.

He turns to face Suguru. 

Now that you had a clearer view, there was blood all on his clothes. He looked as though he didn’t even care.

“What am I going to do with you, Satoru?” Suguru pinches his eyebrows together.

“Beats me.” Gojo goes to turn away from him, but Suguru grabs his arm.

“Enough is enough.” Suguru’s tone of voice wasn’t so subtle and sweet anymore.

“Hmph!” Gojo yanks his arm away from Suguru.

“Now, back to the conversation before you got all angry. I can’t believe you were late once again, Gojo. You were fucking her again, weren’t you?” 

“Maybe I was...maybe I wasn’t.”  

He had that teasing tone like he always had. 

“You always gotta do something to piss me off don’t you?” Suguru got all close to Gojo’s face. Gojo looks into his eyes, their gazes are hard. As if they were challenging one another. 

“What are you going to do about it,” Gojo leans into Suguru’s face. Everything got quiet. “Geto?”

They look pretty serious. Were they going to fight? You have never seen them get this heated between each other before. Everything in you was telling you to leave! However, you feel so drawn to stay and see what happens next.

You shift in your position to let the blood have some flow in your knees since they were practically locked in place. Things aren’t looking so good in there, but you keep watching.

Suguru’s eyes travel down Gojo’s body, noting the blood stained face and clothes. Then he looks back up slowly to meet Gojo’s eyes. Out of nowhere, you see him crash his lips onto Gojo’s. They start to grab and pull on one another.

Holy. Shit.

In a heartbeat, you back away from the door, holding your mouth so you don’t make any noise.

Did you just witness...all of that? Going from murder to...kissing?

Looking all around you, you make sure that no one is around. Thankfully, there isn’t anyone in sight. It’s time to go. It’s wrong of you to sit here and watch them...to watch them in general during a private conversation. Your limbs feel all jittery, your heart beat was so loud that you can practically hear it in your ears.

Taking a step in the other direction, you come to a sudden halt. You hear shuffling of feet about the room and the sound of a big thud and glass breaking. You peer over your shoulder to eye the door behind you.

No...you really shouldn’t...

Of course, not listening to your own brain, you are already back in your previous position, but not looking in just yet. Hesitation enters your mind. That is until you hear something else that catches your attention.

Suguru sounded like he was struggling. He lets out a deep groan.

Fuck it.

Leaning in, you set your gaze on them, and what you saw was something you weren’t ready for.

Gojo was kneeling in front of Suguru...his mouth wrapped around his cock. His eyes were locked onto Suguru, not breaking his focus. Suguru was a panting mess, his hand was gripping onto the table behind him in the middle of the room and his other one was buried in Gojo’s hair pacing him to his liking. His hair was disheveled and he was rolling his eyes back. Both of them were covered in blood. It seems the blood also had splattered on Suguru as well, also from Gojo’s clothes rubbing on him. It stains their hands, their clothes, their faces even. You could have sworn you saw blood around their mouths? Seems like the blood on Gojo’s face got onto Suguru too.

The scene in front of you was mesmerizing. Now that you feel your heart start to slow, and you could actually hear yourself think, you take in your leaders being surrounded by the chaos. The blood, the still lifeless body behind them, the broken glass that fell from the table. 

“Oh my god...” you realized that you said that a little too loud.  

Oh no.

Your hand instantly goes to cover your mouth, but it was too late. Gojo’s blue eyes that shine in the fluorescent lighting, were already on you. He had the perfect view of you too, he was facing your direction, while Suguru’s back was semi turned to you. It was surprising that Suguru didn’t even notice, but that’s because he currently had his focus elsewhere.  

Those damn eyes of his...that look he gave. That’s when you felt your heart stop. Ears were almost ringing. 

Gojo stops and pulls his head back, saliva dripping down his chin as his tongue poked out to lick his lips clean. He swallows and crooks his head to the left, staring back at you. The whole sight was unsettling...not only was he licking away his saliva, but the blood that had dripped down to his mouth too.

A manic smile forms on his lips. 

Panic. 

Regret. 

Fear. 

You were caught.   

- 

As you pace back and forth in your room, slowly you emerge yourself from the clouds within your mind. Your thoughts are being overrun by what just occurred only a handful of minutes ago. You don’t even remember how you got here; all you remember was seeing Gojo take one good look at you and before you knew it, you were here in your room.  

Your palms were clammy and your heart beating its way in your chest, like it wanted to break from its cage. 

“I am in deep shit!” Nothing but panicked thoughts tumble in your brain like an avalanche. It doesn’t stop.

All you could hear is the sounds of your own footsteps stomping about your room and the rapid huffs of air you were breathing. You are a shaky mess, trying to contemplate what you just saw. Both your leaders...the dead body...the blood...and the eye contact you held with Gojo...his smile... 

You are so dead.  

How are you going to face them now?

Surely, they are on their way to retrieve you and give you some sort of punishment...or worse, death itself. No, that would be too easy. They like to play and be petty, especially Gojo. He is playful at heart and kind, but he’s truly the scariest one in your opinion. The ones that smile the most are usually the ones who are the most fucked up. At the same time, it was kind of hard to determine who was more unhinged than the other.

You are no stranger to their actions, you have seen them kill people before your eyes, yes, but that was meant to be seen in front of everyone, to make an example. This time though felt different. They killed someone in a room that you witnessed...and right after they started to...

You shake your head and stop yourself from pacing. Out of all the things, you caught them in the act. So many thoughts came to mind of what they could possibly do now that you know what they have done. Not that you didn’t care what they did in their private time, it was just so unexpected and you just so happened to be there when it happened. It was overwhelming, all of the emotions.

Fear. 

Anxiety. 

Shock. 

...fascination. 

You couldn’t lie to yourself, watching them do that was...hot. Even though Gojo looked crazy in that moment, he also looked majestic– 

No, you can’t go there. Snap out of it. You facepalm yourself.

Shaking your head, you finally manage to finally take a deep concentrated breath and lean against the wall next to your bed. As you slide down you finally feel yourself relax...as best as you can.

You press the back of your head against the cool wall behind you, closing your eyes to center yourself.

How the hell were you supposed to go about the day now? 

- 

It has been at least a day and a half ever since you saw what you saw. You were very surprised that no one was sent for you, or them not showing up at your door at all. You could barely sleep just by thinking about all of the possibilities. Imagining them coming in and questioning you, playing with your emotions even, making you tremble in fear. Not only that, but you kept replaying the scene over and over again in your head. That’s all you could see. 

When you roamed the halls, you always made sure to keep on high alert of your surroundings. Peaking the corners, hiding every time you heard footsteps, you even tried to listen for their voices, but they were nowhere near.

Did they even care that you were there? 

Did Gojo tell Suguru who he saw spying on them? 

Are they plotting your fall? 

Or did they simply shrug it off like it was nothing?  

Well...if it was urgent they would’ve found you already, it wasn’t that difficult to find someone in this place.

While all of these thoughts were whirling in that skull of yours, you didn’t hear Aya calling out your name. Everything was fuzzy and buzzing in your ears, but you snapped out of it and came to your senses.

“Huh?” you turn around to find her standing there with her hands on her hips giving you a worried look. 

“I asked if you were okay, you’ve been standing there staring at the wall for the past five minutes. For a second there I thought you malfunctioned or something.” She tilts her head. 

That's right, you were in the middle of working, organizing things in one of the meeting rooms that you volunteered to set up.

“O-Oh...no I was just...” you rub your temples with a frustrated sigh. “I’m fine...” 

“You don’t look fine. What’s wrong?” She takes a step forward. 

Well great. You know you couldn’t exactly tell her what you witnessed the other day, but you had to make up something quickly. An audible sigh leaves your mouth and you scratch your head as you take a seat in one of the chairs at the table in the middle of the room. Aya crosses her arms and waits for you to explain.  

“Um...just...I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see and I don’t know what to do about it.” You look away from her. 

“Oh,” she looks around them in case anyone was eavesdropping, luckily, the others were on the other side of the room in their own worlds. “Is it something bad?”  

“Is it something bad?” No, it wasn’t bad at all, minus the killing part. That was actually terrifying. What was bad was that you got caught and ran away, fearing whatever was lurking around the damn corner. There is nothing to say, your mouth moves, but nothing comes out. It takes you a few moments to gather your thoughts. 

Right when you begin to speak, you’re interrupted by someone entering the room.

Manami!  

Shit. You quickly stand up, panicking inside. This is it. You are done for. 

The both of you watch her walk in, texting on her phone not saying anything and then she stops. Well, this is awkward. You and Aya go to say something, but she raises a finger to stop you two from speaking. That alone made you somewhat annoyed. You and Aya glance at each other and then you two look back at Manami. She still has her finger held up as she types on her phone. 

If this girl don’t...

“Master Gojo and Master Geto want to see you. Now.” Manami says as she eyes you up and down. 

And there it is. 

You look back at Aya with a panicked look. She shakes her head and shrugs her shoulders. She was clueless. 

“I’ll be back...hopefully.” You say the last part in a hushed tone, but Aya hears it. Then you make your way out of the room with Manami following behind you, leaving Aya alone with the others.

“What does she mean by ‘hopefully’?” she questions.

Here you are, standing before Suguru’s door. It was big. It’s painted a dark wooden brown, at least twice your height with a Japanese dragon decorated on it. The dragon was black with red patterns along its scales. Its body was painted along both doors, stretching, like it was flying. It looked intimidating. The face of the dragon looked deadly, like it was searching for prey to kill.

There’s a lump in your throat that is hard to swallow. You ball your fists, standing there shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You feel hot, and your ears begin to ring. There’s no way you can do this. The thought of just making a run for it enters your mind, but you knew that was a no go. You look around you, there is no one in sight. His room is on the opposite side of the whole building, and Gojo’s is in the next hall over. 

So, if you were to scream, no one would come to your rescue. No one would even hear you. How uncanny. 

“Are you going to stay outside that door, or are you going to announce yourself?” 

You gasp at the sudden words that came from the other side. That was Suguru. 

“I-I uh...s-sorry! I um–” 

“Come in.” 

There’s no turning back now. 

You quickly try to make sense of your thoughts and the words that were just spoken to you. Your hand reaches out to grab the cylinder slate door handle that is right in your reach. It’s cool to the touch, which makes the goosebumps rise on your skin; that feeling sends a shiver throughout your entire body.

Your hand has a firm grip on the handle, but you couldn’t get your arm to pull it. Fear was creeping in...your nerves felt shot. How the hell were you supposed to move from your spot? 

Thump. Thump. You could hear your own heart beating at this point. Come on, open the damn door already- 

“How rude. She doesn’t want to come in to play. I guess she wants double the punishment.” Gojo teases.

You hear a chuckle, which seems to belong to Suguru. “What a shame. Such a naughty thing to do. Not surprised by that, given that she walked in when–” 

Before he could even finish that sentence, you instantly open the door. You had to explain yourself.

“It wasn’t like that I didn’t mean to!” You walk in with a sense of urgency, but you pause in the middle of the room.

You have never been in here; you were surprised to see how open it was. Off to the sides of the room were plants and medium sized windows that brought in the daylight. The room brings a sense of calmness in the atmosphere, but as for your situation, that was NOT the case. 

Your eyes land on Gojo who’s laying down on the foot of the king-sized bed that was further back in the room. It was elevated on a small platform, with only a few steps leading up to it.

Fancy.

Gojo wears his light blue kimono, open, showing off his toned, muscular body. He barely wears anything under it, just his boxers that hugged his waist...his v-line was prominent. His left leg hangs lazily off the bed while his other was propped up with his knee bent. Meanwhile, his left hand is tucked under his head while holding a kiseru in his other one. His hair looked messy and his blindfold wasn’t even completely on, it was off, folded over his eyes.

“Didn’t mean to...what? Spy on us?” His voice got low as he let out a chuckle. 

Gojo turns his head to the left, as his left hand slips from underneath. His thumb goes to slightly lift up his blindfold. He slowly opens his eyes and points them directly at you which makes your stomach drop. Every time you catch a glimpse at those, it always sends a sense of fear through your body, it’s like he could see right through you. Who knows, he probably could. Not only that, but it also makes you excited in many ways that you couldn’t explain. 

“Tsk, tsk. No answer, little one?” Gojo grins and sits up in his spot.  

His kimono opens up some more, slipping partly off his shoulder. Surely if you weren’t blushing before you knew you were now. There was no way of stopping yourself from eyeing his body. He had scars that decorated his skin and he had a white happy trail that led down to his boxers. Not only that but there were marks on him...bite marks and hickeys on his neck, his pecs, and his stomach... 

“Like what you see?” Gojo gets up and slowly walks over to you, making his way down the elevated platform. You let out a quick sharp gasp. He’s getting closer by the second. Ohh, your heart is pounding. Your right foot goes to take a step back but your back is met with someone behind you. 

That can only mean, it was one person and one person only. The other half of the duo. But where did he come from? 

You look up and see him there, peering down at you with that sweet smile of his. He tilts his head and gives you a comforting greeting. 

“Hello, there.” His long raven hair flows over his shoulders while some loose strands are framing his face. Your eyes instantly roam over his features. The number of times you imagined yourself playing with his hair, more like grabbing it, was almost impossible to keep up with. You thought he was beautiful, he always had that innocent sweet look on his face, but you knew what he was capable of.  

“M-Master Geto...I’m s-sorry I didn’t–”  

You were cut off by feeling Gojo’s hand gently grab your chin to turn your attention to him. He towers over you like a giant; his cocky smirk plastered on his face like he’s enjoying you being flustered. His thumb traces over your jawline, studying you, reading you. He hands the kiseru over to Suguru. 

“What’s wrong princess? Cat caught your tongue?” Gojo winks at you.

You couldn’t even form words; you were a stuttering mess. Feeling overwhelmed by these two men who can kill you in an instant.

Cursed users were always so intimidating, especially it being them.  

“I-I uh...It’s just–” 

“Satoru, you are making her nervous. Cut it out.” Suguru lets out a drawn-out sigh. His hand settles on your left shoulder and he pulls you back towards his chest some more. Meanwhile, Gojo rolls his eyes. 

“Sorry about him sweetheart...” Suguru bends down to whisper in your ear “...he doesn’t like to behave sometimes.” 

“I do behave thank you very much–” 

“Mmm, I wouldn’t say that after you killed Jin. You were so irritated by me confronting you, that you took it out on the poor man.”

“Tch!” Gojo sighs and shrugs. “Not my fault that he was standing right there and he just so happened to get on my last nerve.”

Gojo puts his hands on his hips and walks towards the bed to take a seat on the edge. He manspreads and leans back on his hands that are planted in the mattress. Gojo’s eyes go from Suguru’s to yours, taking more interest in you.

“Anyways,” Suguru’s hand leaves your shoulder and he walks in front of you. You can now see him fully. He wasn't wearing his usual attire; he was more dressed down into something more comfortable. Like Gojo, he was wearing a kimono as well, it was in all black...and he was shirtless underneath too. He also had marks on him as well. Some places were red and bruised...he also had a giant scar that marked an “X” across his chest. You know exactly where that was from, you just had never seen it until now... 

Damn it, you’re staring again. 

Immediately you avert your gaze from his chest to look him in the eyes, hopefully he didn’t catch you, but he did. 

Why does it feel like they are doing this on purpose?

“So, I hear a little bunny like you were snooping the other night.” Suguru raises a brow as he crosses his arms while inhaling from the kiseru, waiting for your answer. 

“I- no, no. That’s not what I was doing–” 

“Ohh, and what were you doing exactly, hm? Enjoying the show I presume.” Gojo cut you off. 

“Satoru,” Suguru glances behind his shoulder towards Gojo as if to give him a warning. Gojo sighs and lies on his side and continues to watch Suguru interrogate you. Suguru shakes his head and turns back around.

“Sorry sweetheart. Continue please.”

You take a deep breath, trying to slow your heart rate. Well, now is your chance to explain. 

“Well...I was heading back towards my room after I fulfilled my duties, but then I heard a noise...” you pause. 

“What kind of noise?” Suguru asks as he starts to circle around you. 

Right before you could answer, you look back and see him taking down the upper half of his hair, letting his black locs fall graciously around his shoulders. It shined so beautifully in the sun’s rays pooling into the room.

Focus. 

“It sounded like a faint noise, I thought someone was in trouble. So, I went t-towards the commotion which came from the room. That’s when I saw...what I saw.” You gulp nervously as you look at Suguru. He nods his head as he unfolds his arms. Then he rubs his chin as he ponders over your words. 

“I see...” Suguru takes another puff from the kiseru.

He says nothing else and stops to the right of you and goes to place the kiseru on a nearby table that was against the wall. The silence was taxing. You stand there, waiting for him to speak but he says nothing. Overall, it’s making you nervous as hell, so you start to freak out on the inside. Your hands were shaky, it was impossible to keep them still at your sides. 

Were you going to be punished? Was death awaiting you? Were you going to get kicked out?  

“Sir, am I in trouble? I didn’t mean to walk in, I was just...I thought someone might have been in trouble so I went to go check and that’s when I saw everything and Mr. Jin. I’m sorry for running away. I-I didn’t know that what to–”  

Suguru appears in front of you and he presses his index finger on your lips to quiet you. 

“Shh, it’s okay. You are not in trouble, little one.” He gives you soft tender eyes as he leans further in. A feeling stirs in you, you can’t decipher if it’s fear or...amusement. You didn’t know what to do, it was like you were stuck in time. Your eyes drop down to his lips as he begins to speak.

“I only have one question for you and I need you to answer truthfully. Do I make myself clear?” His voice was smooth, like butter.  

You nod your head. 

“Good girl,” he removes his finger from your lips, “did you like what you saw?”  

A laugh escapes Gojo’s lips. It must’ve been funny because he couldn’t stop. Maybe, it was the look on your face when you got asked that question. There was no way you could answer this. 

This had to be a trick question, right? Well, he seemed pretty serious when he asked. 

The look of hesitance on your face was so obvious. You toss words back and forth in your mind on what to say to this, he could see your struggle.  

“Remember,” he lifts a hand to twirl a strand of hair behind your ear, “don’t lie.” 

You could tell by the look in his black eyes that he meant business, but his calm aura around him was much scarier. Unlike Gojo, he felt easier to talk to in a way. Your eyes shift over to Gojo who was still eyeing you like a hawk. He has a smug expression, waiting for your reply. Your gaze fell on Gojo’s lips; it jogged your memory to that night. Remembering the way Gojo looked going down on Suguru in the middle of the gory display. The way Suguru was enjoying every moment of receiving the pleasure from Gojo, and so were you. You wanted to deny it, because it would be wrong thinking of these things, right? 

It’s just that, the whole scene was so eradicating. 

“She did enjoy it. Look at her.” Gojo sits up once more and hops off the bed, making his way down the steps. Suguru sighs and glances at Gojo who makes his way beside him. 

“Go ahead and admit it,” he taunts, “Say it. Or are you too scared?” 

“Satoru, you’re not helping.” Suguru frowns.

There were a few moments of silence. He sees that you look back and forth between them. You weren’t denying it.

“You aren’t saying yes or no, but I'd rather hear you say it, little one.” Suguru eyes you up and down with a soft smile.

“Um, well...” you mumble. The pants you wear feel constricting, and you feel as though your shirt is going to suffocate you. Being put on the spot like this wasn’t on your to-do list today.

You were so focused on trying to answer by looking Suguru in the eye, that you didn’t even sense Gojo behind you. His fingers pinch your chin and he lifts your head up for you to meet his blistering gaze.

Your whole body goes stiff. 

“Use your words sweetheart. Say it with confidence.” He says in your ear as his fingers dance along your skin.

You couldn’t help but feel like putty as you gaze back at Gojo. It was like you were getting lost in the sea of his eyes, dragging you further into the depths. Their spark is lighting something within you, it is setting your heart aflame, and making your breath shallow. It was putting you in a trance. For some reason, it prompted you to speak. 

“Yes. I liked what I saw.” It came out all at once.  

“Mmm. That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Gojo’s hand skims down to your neck, which has you let out small gasps as your body responds to his touch. “Sensitive.” He looks up at Suguru who was watching him. “Shall we play?” 

“Play”? What does he mean by that?  

Suguru’s eyes darken when he met Gojo’s gaze. Both of them peer down at you as you stand there confused. They can see the look of bewilderment spreading across your face as you try to figure them out. 

“Play?” you asked. 

“Why yes, princess. Exactly that. Time to have some fun.” Gojo steps away, heading to the bed once more. Your eyes stay on his back while your thoughts try to make sense of everything. 

“With all due respect, but I thought I was being punished?” You start to fidget with your hands. 

Gojo halts his steps and does a slow 180 to face you and Suguru. “Well...is that what you want? We can give it to you.” 

Silence. 

“What Satoru means to say,” Suguru butts in, “is that we would like for you to join us. If you are up to it.” 

Join them? What does he mean by...oh. 

An invitation.

Suguru pulls you from your clouded mind by hovering over you and lifting your chin. He examines you. Within the cage of your chest, you swear you can feel your heart start to slip into the depths of your stomach. Suguru’s grin slowly grows wider.

“We have an interest in you. That’s why we are offering. We've kept an eye on you for quite some time now. Not only because you are sweet, but we can tell when someone else has an interest in us as well.”

“I...I don’t–”

“Please, it’s obvious. Everytime we see you, there is that glint in your eye when you either talk to us or even look in our direction. I bet you even had thoughts about us, no?” His thumb caresses your jaw and drags a finger down your throat. It was gentle and teasing.

You don’t even answer. The look in your eyes says it all. You sigh as he touches you like this. He even hears the sound of your breath stifle. Of course you were caught red handed, he knew.

“Heh, that’s what I thought,” he grins.

Suguru lets go and walks towards Satoru who was waiting for him. You couldn’t even let a word out before you saw Suguru start to take off his kimono and drop it to the floor. The same dragon that was painted on the door, was the same one tattooed on his back. It was beautifully designed; his back muscles made it more attractive.  

Damn. 

Gojo takes his off as well and tosses it aside. His physique was absolutely mind blown now that you have a better look at him.

Suguru makes his way up and sits on the edge of the bed. He spreads his legs to get more comfortable and leans back on his hands with his eyes kept on you. He shifts his head to the left, letting most of his hair dangle off his shoulders. 

“You’re more than welcome to leave, watch, or join. Your choice.” His tone drips in lust. 

Gojo smirks and kneels down in front of Suguru, he places his hands on his thighs and slowly slides them up to grab the waistband of Suguru’s boxers and he begins to pull them down. You can’t see what Gojo sees, but you already know what’s about to unfold.  

From your perspective, you can see Gojo’s head start to move up and down, and that’s what prompts Suguru to groan. His eyes stay in place as he watches you stand there.  

Suguru’s facial features start to fall in a relaxed state, his eyes flutter for a moment while his chest rises to take a deep breath. He sees you standing either in awe or in shock, he couldn’t tell. The way you are watching this all escalate right now is like a fever dream. It kind of feels like you are interrupting.

Your gaze falls off of them and your foot takes a step back, but then you stop yourself. There was no way you couldn’t dismiss the way this was making you feel. Your two leaders are here, one pleasing the other, and inviting you to join them. It all lures you in. Especially the way they were handling you, touching you, talking to you...this was just icing on the top.

Maybe, you should stay...why not? It was all too tempting not to.  

Your eyes look back towards them.  

Suguru’s face lightens. Your eyes pan down to his lips that start to form an unhinged smile. He starts to laugh, it wasn’t a light hearted one either, it was more of a dark laugh, that was filled with venom. 

“Yes, that’s it,” he holds out his hand, “Come.” 

You do as he says. You take that first step and draw closer and closer. Once you reach the first step, he holds his palm out, making a “stop” sign.

“Clothes. Take them off." He says while pressing Gojo’s head down on his cock. Gojo groans. 

Your eyes look towards Gojo, but you look back at Suguru. Your shaky hands go to grab the hem of your shirt, but you pause. 

“Don’t be shy. Go ahead, little one,” he encourages. 

His words are sweet and genuine. Nodding your head, you continue on to take your shirt off, and you drop it on the floor. Then you go to drop your pants. Suguru keeps his eyes on you. You can feel them. It makes your skin hot. You try your best not to look at him because that will only make you more nervous.

After you step out of your pants, you look at him for confirmation so you can make your way up. However, Suguru looks unsatisfied. 

“All the way, sweetheart,” he says in a hushed low tone. 

“Oh, you mean–” 

“Everything. Gone.” He smiles. 

You feel your eyes widen and you hesitate. No words came out, all you did was stand there. 

“Don’t be shy,” he presses on. 

The look in his eyes are somewhat challenging, like they were to challenge you to see if you would really fall through.

Deep breath.

Your hands go to unclip your bra. Suguru sees the straps start to let loose on your shoulders and he watches the bra fall onto the ground.

“Just wait till you see her Satoru, she’s beautiful.” He grins.

Suguru’s eyes roam over your naked torso. He was completely enamored by you.

You didn’t stop. You might as well keep going right? 

Next, you shimmy off your panties, discarding them. You stand straight and raise your head in confidence.

“Good girl. You...are stunning.” He holds out his hand and you make your way up. 

Once you are by their side, you stare right in Suguru’s eyes and take his hand. You couldn’t help but look at Gojo whose head was already up and admiring your form. Then you see Suguru’s cock in his hands. You note how big he is. It makes your core pulse.

“What a sight,” Gojo says. 

Your cheeks heat up. 

“What a sight indeed,” Suguru pulls you closer and you follow. You start to lean in and his hand goes to cup your face. His thumb traces your lips. The eye contact you two hold is intense. It drips with desire and fire. You were falling more in love with his gaze. His eyes are so soft and inviting. You take this time to appreciate the closeness. Studying his face, his hair, his whole look. Suguru Geto was a beautiful man. Some may call him crazy, and look at him as a killer, but all you see is a man who has a desire for a dream to be fulfilled. One who gets his way and takes control. A man who is also caring for the ones he loves. 

Your mind starts to quiet, everything else doesn't matter. You look down to his lips. 

“Come,” Suguru’s hand brings your face closer. You completely give in. Before you know it, you feel his lips on your own. It was genuine.

Both of you press further in and let the kiss build. The butterflies in your stomach start to calm down, you can feel it start to dissipate. More confidence fills you, taking comfort in the kiss. You lean further in and you can feel his hand on the back of your neck now. His other hand goes to caress your back.  

He starts to slowly pull you on top of him. You follow and go to straddle his lap and he lays down all the way on top of the bed. You didn’t mind anything anymore, in this moment you feel like you belong.

Quickly, you find comfort in them. You were wanted and you wanted them. 

Gojo grins and watches the two of you make out in front of him. His eyes look at both of your naked bodies. He likes what he sees. The view is arousing. He looks at your ass and his eyes venture towards your sweet spot between your legs. His hands go to lay on your hips and slide them down. You let out a small gasp feeling his hands on you, but immediately relax. 

Once he feels you settle, he hums to himself. 

“So pretty.” He stands up and glides them up your back. His hands feel so warm. You pull your lips away from Suguru and glance over your shoulder to see Gojo coming closer. His breath is brushing against your bare neck, as he plants kisses on you until he reaches that sweet spot. He feels you squirm.

“Ohh, you like that do you?” He turns your head more to the side and he doesn’t hesitate to lean in for a kiss. The kiss is deep and full of desire. You feel his tongue slip in your mouth and you welcome it.

You start to moan in his mouth and you snake your hand up his hair and pull him closer. 

“Eager thing,” Suguru whispers. He places his hands on your thighs and slides up towards your waist. He watches you and Gojo make out and his eyes roam over your body. He looks down between your legs, he can see his lower stomach wet. 

“Someone is excited,” Suguru’s right hand starts to trace down your abdomen. You gasp and pull away from Gojo and look down at Suguru’s hand. 

“Looks like we need to take care of that, yeah?” Gojo looks at Suguru. 

“Couldn’t agree more,” Suguru confirms. 

“Here, why don’t you bend forward for me?” Gojo whispers in your ear. 

You nod your head and bend down, placing your arms on the bed. You look down at Suguru who is admiring you. Watching his hand come up to lay tenderly on your face, sends a comforting warm feeling washing over you. 

“Just relax. Let Satoru take care of you.”  

As soon as you nod your head, you feel Gojo’s tongue between your legs.  

“Oh!” you deeply breathe and hunch over and bury your head in the crevice of Suguru’s neck. 

It has been a while since someone has touched you like this, so you were extra sensitive. His tongue slides up and down your slit slowly, making you writhe at his touch. He chuckles against you and sets the pace faster. Then you feel him raise his tongue to your hole, but he only goes around it. It’s like he is missing it on purpose.  

You start to whine and arch your back. Suguru snickers at your reaction. He rubs the back of your head to soothe you. 

“Feeling good?” Suguru whispers. 

You nod your head and nearly cry out when Gojo wraps his lips around your clit and gives it a suck. Your whole body goes limp as you take the pleasure he is giving you, you were so close already. 

Your moans start to get louder and louder, Gojo could tell you were right at the edge...but then he pulls away. 

You open your eyes and whine. “Huh?” You look back. 

“Ohh, you didn’t think it was going to be that easy did you? Consider it part of your punishment that you were so concerned about.” Gojo smacks your ass which makes you yelp. 

Suguru’s hand holds the crown of your head to turn your face towards him. 

“It’s what you deserve,” he coos. 

This type of punishment was the most cruel. Denying you like that.

“Don’t worry, you can still feel good, but we will decide when you deserve to cum,” Gojo grins.  

Gojo proceeds to put his mouth back on Suguru’s cock. Suguru sucks the air between his teeth. You watch as Suguru’s face contort in pleasure. He looks so good like this. He sneers at you and brings you in for a kiss.  

Gojo brings his mouth all the way down to the base of Suguru’s cock, and brings his head all the way back up. The more Gojo sucked his cock, the more heated the kiss got.  

Then Gojo switches and wraps his hand around Suguru’s dick and starts to stroke him while his mouth moves back between your legs. 

“Mm!” you twitch as you feel his tongue enter you.

You did not waste time to start backing yourself onto his face. It feels too good not to. Gojo’s tongue pressed firmly against you, letting you dance on it, swaying your hips side to side. He allowed you to ride his face just like this, he was not complaining. His muscle then slips in your hole.

A grunt from you sounds into the room. It was a sweet tune to their ears.

So much pleasure was building, Suguru feels you trembling on him. He holds you up since he feels you slipping out of the kiss. As much as he loves seeing you like this, he needs to have your mouth connect with his. He pulls you back in. Your tongues coil around one another, letting the saliva drip from your mouths. The feeling of both of their tongues on you had you on the verge of cumming.

Both of them heard your whines, they knew you were there.

Of course, once again, Gojo pulls his mouth away from your cunt. That makes you pull away from Suguru. It was hard to catch your breath. It was frustrating not being able to cum when you wanted, but you still feel good. 

Suguru studies your fucked out state. Your wet lips, messy hair, and the way your expression looked, he could stare at you all day like this. Him and Gojo both wouldn’t mind. They have talked about you after all.

“Frustration looks good on you,” Suguru teases.

You whine at his statement.

Gojo laughs and puts his hands on your hips, his traces circles on them.

“It’s all part of the fun, baby.” Gojo kisses your lower back.

“Fun”? It was down right mean, but you have to admit, it was quite entertaining.

Gojo reaches back down to start stroking Suguru once more. Suguru grunts and bucks his hips at Gojo’s touch. 

Gojo grabs your hips and lowers you further down on top of Suguru’s cock. Your eyes widen at the feeling of Suguru’s tip brushing against your entrance.

Suguru loves the face you make.

“Are you ready?”

You nod your head in response. This is something you have been waiting for. Just you and them together like this. 

“Perfect,” Gojo whispers. 

He lines up Suguru’s cock to your entrance perfectly. With Gojo’s help you wiggle your hips and press down, but Gojo stops you just enough for only Suguru’s tip to be inside you.

Gojo hears your complaint.

“Patience,” Gojo whispers in your ear. “Just take in the tip. Just. Like. This.” He starts to lift and press your back down, making you bounce on the tip. You lean your head back on his shoulder. Suguru lets out a deep groan along with you. As much as he wants you to sink down all the way, he knows they have to take their time with you. They want to savor this. 

“Good . Very good.” Gojo kisses the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” you whimper.

Gojo smiles against your skin and he presses you further down. You can feel the stretch, but it feels so good.

Gojo looks down, he sees the way Suguru’s cock was practically begging for you to go down all of the way. Seeing you two connected like this, only makes him more aroused.

“If only you two could see this.” Gojo’s torso presses into your back as you feel his lips on the shell of your ear. “You look so damn beautiful.”

Without warning, he makes you slide all the way down onto Suguru’s cock. You cry out, a deep gasp leaving you speechless. Suguru lets out a groan. He tilts his head back, but keeps his eyes on you. 

“Shit,” Suguru bites his lip.

“Again?” Gojo grins. He doesn’t even wait for your replies. He lifts you back up and slams your hips down once more. The way your gut feels right now, you feel so full, his cock is the perfect size.

“Be good and keep moving, m’kay?.” Gojo lets go and backs away. His eyes drop down to observe. You start to move as soon as he leaves you to it. Knowing that Gojo is watching your every move right now is nerve racking as hell, but you love it.

He hums to himself as he sees Suguru’s cock disappear inside of you over and over again. He compliments you and tells you how good you were doing. It fills you with pride.

Your eyes flutter as you stare into Suguru’s dark eyes. His hands squeeze your waist.

“Ohh you look incredible.” Once Suguru’s eyes land on your breasts, he pulls you in towards his mouth. His lips find your left nipple and he wraps his lips around it. Your head drops and your moans fill the room. Getting louder and louder. His tongue kept flicking against the bud.

“Ah! Mm!” You cry out in desperation. You feel him take the control, he rams himself into you, working his hips up to fuck you. He lets go of your nipple and brings you in, holding you firmly against him, your head pressing against his shoulder.

“That’s right, take it. You can do it.” His words ring in your ears. The more he fucks you, the more your body responds to him. 

Gojo chuckles. “Having fun, Suguru?”

“I am.” Suguru kisses the side of your head.

You pull back and admire him. His luscious hair pools around his head. You reach to touch it. His mouth cracks a smile, loving the way you are taking appreciation of him.

“You’re so...pretty.” You managed to get out.

Suguru was taken aback by your compliment.

“Am I now?” He questions.

You nod your head and continue to rock back and forth on him.

“Both of you,” you confirm.

The duo both hum at your observation.

“So are you,” Suguru twirls a strand on your hair around his finger.

He looks at Gojo behind you.

“Satoru, would you like to switch?”

“Of course I do.” He gets close to you, he pulls you back to lift you off of Suguru. Your back meets his stomach. He turns your face towards him.

“Will you allow me to partake, princess?” 

“Yes, yes...” you breathe out.

“I figured as much.” His lips press against yours.

Then Gojo rips his lips away from you, he gives you a teasing smirk when he sees you pleading with your eyes. Suguru brings you to a halt and you steer your eyes to him. His face was a shade of red, sweat already glistening on his skin.

“Up,” he says softly.

You didn’t want to, he felt amazing inside you, but you do as he says anyways. Of course, you wanted Gojo too. Once you pull away from him, he helps you off his lap to help you on the bed. He massages your right thigh.

“I’ll be back,” he whips his head towards Gojo, “keep her occupied.” 

Without another word, he gets up and walks down the few steps. You take in his naked form, eyes falling to his ass as he disappears into the next room. He’s like a majestic lion. Gojo does the same as you until Suguru is nowhere in sight. When he sits on the bed next to you, his hand cups your face. He turns your head back to him since your eyes are still lingering on the door Suguru went through.

“Don’t worry about him. Focus on me, okay?” His eyes bring you comfort. They were soft, endearing. Your stomach flutters as he looks at you like that. They both had that in common, staring at you with that same calming look. However, their eyes can completely change in a heartbeat. Especially Gojo’s.

He gestures for you to come closer with his pointer finger. Your eyes cast down to his beckon, being called to his summon. He inclines his head to his side, as the strands of his snowy-white hair dangles in front of his siren eyes. The call of your leader propels you to shift.

Once he sees you move, he grabs your chin and ghosts his lips against yours. They tickle the surface of your skin like a feather. He didn’t exactly plant kisses on you, he wanted you to yearn for it.

“Lie down for me,” he says.

With no hesitation, you lean back on the plush bed. He hovers over your body and he takes his time to analyze you. A cheeky smile appears on his face as he takes you all in. He wants this image of you embedded in his brain. Gojo raises his hand to trinkle his fingers down from the side of your neck to your chest. Your eyes follow his movements, anticipating what his next move will be.

“So, the other day,” his fingers skim down between your breasts, “you liked what you saw, hm?”

You raise your gaze up to his lips.

“Yes,” you answer.

“What did you like about it?” His fingers are now making their way to your right breast.

“I liked seeing you like that,” you sigh as he circles his fingers around your areola.

“That?” he questions.

“The way you handled the situation,” you try not to stutter. He’s looking at you in an almost menacing manner. 

“You mean when I killed him?” His chuckle was dark, but his eyes were full of life.

Scary.

“Yes,” you say in a hushed tone.

“Hmm...interesting.” His finger slowly rubs your nipple and you try to bite back a moan. Your hands grip the bed sheets below you.

“Did you like watching Suguru and I?” His hand wanders down your body now. Your torso tickles at his teasing touch.

“When I went down on him?” His tongue rolls on the inside of his cheek as he reaches your core.

You shiver as you feel his fingers there. A gasp leaves you when his fingers press on your clit and maneuvers further down. He plays with your slick and watches your reactions. He has no plans of backing down.

“I bet you thought about it for hours.” He slips a finger in your hole unexpectedly. You gasp and arch your back with your legs spreading unconsciously. A moan slips past your lips.

“I need you to answer me, sweetheart. Words.” He laughs.

“Y-Yes! Ahh...yes. I couldn’t s-stop- ah!” you were cut off by him curling his finger.

“Ohh, looks like I found something.” He inserts another finger and keeps hitting that same spot over and over again. You bite your lip and hold onto his shoulders for leverage. His fingers alone could make you cum. They felt so good fucking you like this. You want more.

“Mmm...look at you. You like this a bit too much. Perhaps I should slow down–”

“N-No! No please don’t! Don’t stop!” you whine.

Gojo feels your nails digging in his shoulders. He fucking loves it. His mouth gets close to your ear. 

“I bet you want to cum when I’m inside you too?” Gojo moves his hips, his cock pressing against your thigh.

“Well, you have to earn it. So we will see about that.” He moves his fingers faster. Both of them work in unison to bring you closer to the edge. 

And you were right there.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to...to...” you couldn’t even spit it out.

“It’s okay, he doesn’t have to know. Come on now. Do it for me.” He licks the shell of your ear. “I won’t tell him. You’re a naughty one after all aren’t you?”

When you feel his middle and ring finger put more pressure on your g-spot, that’s when you lose it. As much as you were holding back, it all burst. Your skin feels hot and you see white as you come apart. Gojo groans in your ear and fingers you through your orgasm.

“Atta girl. Ohh, you sound so pretty.” He pulls his fingers out and shows them to you.

“You made quite the mess there.” He licks his lips and puts them in his mouth.

As you lie there a panting mess, watching him lick your cum, you feel your cheeks heat up. He grins at you and leans further in.

“Have a taste.” He brings his lips to yours and his tongue makes its way in as well. He takes over your mouth and you can taste yourself on his tongue. You moan in his mouth, lifting your arms to wrap them around his neck. Your mind is still in the clouds, feeling so sensitive from your encounter. All you want is to feel him.

“Looks like I’m missing out.” You and Gojo break the kiss. 

Gojo looks behind him, finding Suguru making his way up.

“Heh, you’re right on time.” He looks back at you and gives you a wink. Then he gives Suguru a cheeky smile. 

Suguru can tell by the look on your face that something happened while he was gone. He sees your flushed tired look and the teasing expression on Gojo’s face.

“Sneaky are we?” Suguru tilts his head. His voice sounds chilling.

“Master Geto I-”

Gojo cuts you off.

“Should’ve been here instead of wandering off then.” Gojo eggs on.

Suguru’s brows furrow, but doesn’t say anything else. He turns his piercing gaze at you.

“Come,” he beckons you.

Gojo makes room for you to scoot to the edge. He leans back on his hands to observe you and Suguru. You sit there in front of him and look into his eyes. His hand goes to brush a strand of hair from your face. You almost flinch.

“You...” his voice is sultry.

“Yes, sir?” you blink.

“Get on top of him.” 

You nod your head and turn around to face Gojo. He raises a brow at you and he swiftly  takes off his boxers. His cock springs from its confides, ready for you. It curves so beautifully, it makes your mouth water. 

Gojo grabs your hands and pulls you to straddle his lap. His hands go down your sides smoothly, leaving heat in their wake.

Gojo’s cock throbs against you. He grips your hips and rocks you back and forth. A sigh leaves your lips as you feel your core rub against him.

“Ahh, look how ready she is.” Gojo says.

Then he lies all the way down on the bed and he reaches his hand down and starts to stroke himself as he looks in your eyes. You watch the way his hand moves around it. The tip was already leaking precum. It was making you ache for him.

Gojo’s other hand grabs yours and places it around his cock. His hand is huge compared to yours. Long slender fingers that were soft to the touch as they enclose around you. He guides your hand up and down.

“Lift up for me princess.” Gojo says softly.

You lift your hips and position yourself above his cock.

“That’s it,” he coos.

He guides you down and you feel the intrusion. A sound lets out from your lips that has Suguru at a loss of words. He sees the way you tip your head back, enjoying yourself. Your moans combined with Gojo’s infiltrate his eardrums. 

You hunch over and breathe out hot hair trying to keep yourself together as you come apart on top of Gojo. His hair is sprawled out, and his expression is one of cockiness. His teeth show while his face shows a jeering like smirk. The way he looks beneath you right now makes your head spin. You couldn’t help but admire his toned body and arms, including that happy trail of his. You know he’s handsome, but damn up close and personal, naked even, it was even better.

Your hands go to touch his abs, trailing them up to his chest. Such eye candy. Gojo’s eyes watch you closely. He loves the attention.

You meet Gojo’s pace and ride him faster. He mumbles under his breath while he pistons into you.

“Heh, if it were up to me, I’d keep you to myself instead of sharing you with Geto.” He chimes.

“That will never happen.”

You were startled when you heard Suguru directly behind you. His right hand sails down your spine, which sends a chill throughout your body.

“So sensitive, hm?” he says in a smooth tone. 

You hear him snap open something behind you, but you don’t bother looking back. Your mind was on the way Gojo was slamming his hips into you. Gojo stretches his hand to the back of your neck and brings you in for a heated kiss. His tongue pushes its way in, immediately dominating your mouth. 

“So sweet.”

Suddenly you feel Gojo tense and make a sound in your mouth and he stops his movements suddenly. You blink and pull back to his face a little more flush. He smirks and begins to move again.

You were confused for a moment.

“Don’t worry about it, focus on me.” He keeps rolling his hips up and his cock throbs inside of you. He rolls his eyes back and lets out a grunt. You feel a presence behind you that grows closer. It makes the hairs on your arms stand up.

“I need you closer to the edge,” Suguru says. For a second you thought he was talking to you, but that’s when Gojo scoots further down the bed in one swift motion. Gojo’s legs lift a bit and you feel a hand on your lower back.

“Stay there for a moment sweetheart, and we can resume.” Suguru says.

You watch Gojo’s face twitch and his mouth hangs open. You feel him move beneath you. Curiosity swoons you, so you whirl your head around to see Suguru in the middle of moving his hips slowly against Gojo. A bottle of lube was on the bed beside you and you see his cock bullying its way into Gojo’s ass and you are allured by the action. 

Suguru meets your eyes. He sees the way your eyes roam over his form and looks down where he is connected with Gojo. Suguru lets out a breathy sigh and begins to thrust. You can feel Gojo squirm under you. All of this was too hot to handle.

Gojo’s hands squeeze on your thighs and you peer down to see his half lidded eyes on you.

“Real fun begins, now.” he chuckles.

You smile at him, feeling the fire igniting inside you. You start to move once again, feeling the way his cock slides in and out of you. His eyes flutter at the way you are riding him.

Suguru hooks his arms under the back of Gojo’s knees and he picks up his pace. He starts to grunt behind you, fucking him deep. You follow Suguru’s movement to match him. All three of you are loud and move in sync, fucking each other. You are sure this room and Gojo’s combined, have seen many things that have gone on. Perhaps the whole facility.

Maybe you can join them more often. All day, all night, whenever you want. You will follow your leaders until the very end. Whatever they want, whatever they say, you will obey and follow them.

It feels like your breath is being knocked out of you over and over again the more you move, but you feel yourself start to grow tired at some points.

“Aww, getting tired already? Poor you.” Gojo teases.

You feel a wave of embarrassment wash over you for a moment, but feel at ease when you feel his hand snake in your hair.

“So mean, Satoru.” Then Suguru thrusts his hips hard, making his cock drive into Gojo in one go.

“Ah!” Gojo’s eyes squeeze but he regains his focus and moans as Suguru keeps fucking him. 

“Not funny now is it?” Suguru taunts.

“Tch!” Gojo pants and cradles your face with one hand.

“I’m sorry.” He apologies with a smile. “I’ll make it up to you.” Then he reaches for one of your breasts and captures your left nipple in his mouth.

“Ohh! Fuck!” you moan. 

You feel yourself become weak as his tongue swirls over it repeatedly. Your breath hitches and your eyes roll back. The overwhelming feeling of his cock fucking you and his mouth on your chest makes you see white. Your skin feels hot and sensitive.

Suguru watches you practically turn into mush. He playfully scoffs at the scene in front of him and groans as his cock goes deeper. His nails dig into Gojo’s skin the faster he moves.

Gojo switches breasts to show the other one attention as well. He ends up lightly biting down on it which makes you let out a small cry. The pain quickly subsides as his tongue slowly licks around it and flicks it with the tip of his tongue.

He pulls back.

“I can feel you squeeze me, princess,” he breathes out.

You couldn’t even reply back to him. Pleasure was running through your veins.

Suguru chuckles and pulls you up to meet his chest. He wraps a hand around your throat.

“So pretty,” he whispers in your ear.

Your breath shutters at his words. They make you relax your head on his shoulder as you stare into his sombre eyes. His hand squeezes your neck, his fingers putting pressure on the sides.

“Do you abide in us, sweetheart?” he asks.

Your throat sounds out a moan. You nod your head.

“No, no, hun.” Gojo squeeze your thigh. “You have to say it.”

You feel Suguru’s hand loosen and you swallow before you speak.

“Yes...I do.”

Suguru and Gojo look at one another and nod their heads. Suguru’s other hand snakes around your waist and starts its trail down towards your core. His pointer finger and ring fingers spread your lips apart. Your hips buck at his touch, desperate for him to reach where you want him.

“Ahh, squeezing me.” Gojo thrusts up into you and you grunt. You can feel him in your gut. He laughs and watches Suguru’s fingers spread you wider.

“You will be obedient and do as we say...right?” Suguru nips your neck while his middle finger goes to lay on your clit. 

“Mmm! Y-Yes!” Your words are so broken.

The heat of the moment was rising quickly.

“You promise?” His finger starts to lightly rub your clit in slow circles.

Your toes curl at the pleasure between your legs. Your hand finds his arm, gripping at it.

“I asked you a question.” His finger lifts from you. You whine at the loss of his touch.

“I’m sorry, Master Geto! Yes! I promise, please! Please!” You beg.

“You’re begging, how cute.” Suguru’s finger returns to your core and he starts to rub your clit in slow tight circles. You take a deep inhale, chest rising, and you release. Gojo thrusts his hips up again, entertained by the way Suguru is handling you.

“Let’s see how long you last, sweetheart. Our obedient, little follower.” He licks your ear and starts to move his finger faster. When he sees your mouth open again, the fingers that were around your throat make their way up to your wet lips. He inserts his pointer finger and index fingers in your mouth. 

You were caught off guard but quickly endured. 

You close your lips around them and your tongue laps at his fingers. You rock your hips on Gojo’s cock as you feel Suguru’s fingers on your clit quicken against you. Suguru’s eyes flicker. He starts to buck his hips faster into Gojo. His breaths were heavy.

Gojo’s eyes blink at the scenery before him. He can feel himself about to lose his shit while watching you two and being fucked in the most pleasurable way possible. Suguru’s cock drives into him, making him clench while your pussy squeezes him. You feel so warm, so fucking good. He can tell that you are about to burst, and hell, he may just do it with you.

“Gonna cum soon, hm?” Suguru asks.

Your eyes stay on him, they tell him yes since your mouth was busy.

“Hmm, does she deserve it, Satoru?” He turns to Gojo, seeing the way Gojo’s face was red and fucked out. He was a hot mess as well.

“She’s been a good girl. Let her, I say.” Gojo responds.

Suguru looks back at you.

“Go ahead, sweetheart. I know you’re dying to, yeah?”

Both of his fingers on your clit doubles its efforts and that’s when you break. In reaching your climax, your body goes into a frenzy. It was almost impossible to control yourself. Gojo had to hold you still from below while Suguru had to keep you steady as well. You whimper around his fingers and roll your eyes back as you enter oblivion. 

Gojo curses under his breath. He is loving the way you look and sound...especially the way your pussy feels. 

When Suguru gives one more thrust, Gojo ends up cumming, filling you. He arches his back and exhales through his orgasm. Gojo curses under his breath, biting his lip.

Suguru kisses your neck and pulls his fingers from you. That’s when you go limp and lay on Gojo, catching your breath. Gojo couldn’t even catch a break, Suguru leans in and starts to fuck Gojo harder. His hands crinkle the sheets and his head rests on your middle back. He peppers kisses on you as he keeps going. 

“Fuck,” Suguru hisses.

Gojo’s breath gets heavy, he lets out a deep grumble trying his best to stay grounded.

Suguru’s hair dangles from his head, his eyes are droopy and he closes his eyes as he finishes.

Then he leans on your back and all three of you lie there to catch your breaths, gathering yourselves. It takes a few minutes to come back down to earth.

Suguru sits up and brings a hand to your face to see the look in your eyes.

“You okay?” He asks.

You smile and nod your head, even though you are completely spent.

“I’m okay,” you smile at him.

“Good,” he kisses the side of your head.

He pulls away and he looks down to see where you and Gojo were still connected. He dips his fingers where yours and Gojo’s arousal were spilled. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. 

“Gross.” Gojo rolls his eyes.

Suguru grins and pulls out from Gojo and he lands right next to him on the bed, leaving room for you. You lift yourself up and look down. You didn’t quite want to move yet, but the comfy bed below was calling for you.

You raise your hips and fall right into the spot between them. You stare at the ceiling, completely blown away by this experience. Everything happened so fast.

“You’re still trembling.” Gojo looks at you and slips his hand on your thigh.

You look at him with tired eyes.

“Can’t speak, hm? That’s okay. Rest.” Gojo runs his hand up and down your plush skin.

Suguru nods in agreement and rubs your head.

“We will run a bath to get you cleaned up.” Suguru wraps an arm around your waist. Both of their hands on you helps calm you down some more. 

“Sounds...amazing.” Those words were all you could get out. You always had in mind to expect interruptions in your daily routines. This is just something you never expected. You lie there with them for a while before they go to run a bath for you. The last thing you see is the fan running above your head before you enter dreamland.

-

“Oh my god! I was worried sick about you! I didn’t see you at all yesterday after you left. Is everything alright?” Aya finds you outside while you are in the gardens. Her voice made you jump. 

“Aya. I assure you everything is fine. I promise.” You smile.

That’s right, after you left her in the room yesterday with the others, you never went back. You stayed the whole night with the duo.

“Girl, you look...exhausted.” She raises a brow.

“Uh, well. Yeah, I barely slept last night, but I am alright. I’ll rest some more tonight...” you pause “...hopefully.”

Aya squints her eyes.

“You better. Well, are you busy? I was going to go out and wanted to invite you.” She asks.

Before you could answer, a voice chimes in.

“She is.” Gojo comes from around the corner along with Suguru. Aya gasps and turns toward them. She bows her head.

“Master Geto. Master Gojo. Hello!” she exclaims.

Both of them nod their head and join at your side.

“She is with us today. Sorry.” Gojo shrugs.

“We will keep her busy.” Suguru grins at Aya.

She looks from them to you.

“UH. R-Right. Gotcha. Well, have a good day, all three of you!” She bows and steps away, going back inside.

You look at them both and smile at them.

“Busy?” you question.

“Exactly that, princess.” Gojo lifts his blindfold, with his thumb and gives you an unhinged smile. You were taken aback by his expression. Your eyes look towards Suguru, his expression matches Gojo.

Oh.

“Busy.”