#fire arm mention

[arundhati-shah4]

HI HI HI ARUDEN ANON HERE DID YOU FINISH NOI??????! Sorry for being so aggressive lol but i have a friend whos currently reading tpq and she just finished the third book and is waiting for cog so I NEED SOMEONE TO RANT TO lol. but anyways. how's life going otherwise? should i make another incorrect quotes?? lol byeee (this was so spontaneous i am sorry lmaooo)

NO, THANKS FOR REMINDING ME. I'VE BEEN PROCRASTATING.

But yeah, other than the dissolution of my civil rights and the ongoing threat of dying from gun violence, life is pretty good, can’t complain. Graduated, played Animal Crossing, dyed my hair. All good stuff.

GO FOR IT. They're always so goooooood

[softchouli]

[mirensiart]

Diamant: goes to bed at dawn

Alfred: goes training at dawn

Alear & Amber: 😴😴😴😴😴😴

[purgetrooperfox]

got tagged by @tomothythethird to pick a song for each letter of my username 👉👉

p — pining - parker millsap

u — ultraviolet (light my way) - u2

r — renegades of funk - rage against the machine

g — girl from the north country - bob dylan, johnny cash

e — even flow - pearl jam

t — teen age riot - sonic youth

r — rebel rebel - david bowie

o — our mother the mountain - townes van zandt

o — o death - kate mann

p — praise the lord and pass the ammunition - kay kaiser & his orchestra

e — ends of the earth - lord huron

r — reel it in - amine

f — fraulein - colter wall, tyler childers

o — ode to a conversation stuck in your head - del water gap

x — xanax - elohim

WHEW. I tried to vary genres some for this but there where a lot of letters 💀 tagging @persesnickety @hamburgerslippers @kiwikipedia @babygirljoelmiller @galacticgraffiti @scalproie @alwayskote @calamity-aims

[bellamyblakru]

bro the way merlin’s go-to way to show the people he loves how magic can be beautiful is with fire manipulation,,, im unwell.

[sotogalmo]

9:59

Ever since I've been playing a Evil Food Eater Conchita English cover,,,, I've just been thinking of my FNAF AU: Yard Fire.

Yard Fire Garrett, is a descendant of Gluttony and is a vessel for Gluttony towards the end of his life(13-15).

His goal is to end all evil, by any means. (Did a small writing from head, and I just gotta post it) — tw/cw for cannibalism(not really described but he's eating Will)

“Everyone pays with a heavy price!”

(William Afton & (st.) Garreth Aruther-Burntenberg. Yard Fire AU)

King of the purple yellow Kingdom, and the prince from a small Kingdom from not far away. They are having a meeting, one that the Plum prince insisted on having, due to wanting research on evil.

And it's been rumored that the King, William Afton, is a "bad" man. A cruel man. A vile, crude, and evil man.

Garreth, the Plum Prince who wanted this meeting, is very known for wanting to stop Evil, Malice, from spreading around the world. What he does to people he deems Evil?

He starves them. A person is nothing without food.

...

The people want to refuse that the King will go down so easily against a 13, soon-ish(4 months and then he's 14) 14 year old prince.

....

They didn't expect it to go this far.

A old, calloused, and wrinkly hand reached out to the young prince. The prince didn't like that. Evil is everywhere, and this guy? This King? Was the definition of it.

By the way he treats his children. Favoring the two youngests, and never paying attention to the oldests. How he manipulates everyone with his charms. And how he's the greediest man he's ever met.

He wanted answers to his actions, but he won't allow it. He wants to know why, but it already happened so he shouldn't know why. This is the final result, and it's pure Evil.

Maybe he was Evil from the start?

Garreth, a great and generous prince, from the Plum Kingdom in Beelzenian, went to bite the King's hand that reached out to him.

If he's the definition of Evil, then he needs a punishment worse than starvation.

And this is backed-up with the whole thing he has for Rabbits. They are prey animals.

The King's old.

He may know how to fight, but he's more of a taunter.

He's old, and it shows.

He's young, so very young, but he knows many ways to get to his victims.

Garreth?

He's fast, the King is old and slow.

Biting thru old skin, at first not liking the taste of it. It's weird, dusty, oil, and with many years of making machines. But he tried his best to forget about it. Especially the nails. It's such a disgusting and weird feeling to have in his mouth and throat. But again, he does his best to forget about it.

Food is not always about the first bite.

It's about the last bites that make it worthwhile!

How would he do at the end of this? He doesn't know. But all he knows now, is that he's eating the King.

And it feels, right. Like this was his destiny. Like this is what he should've done to the other people he starved.

... But it weirdly doesn't even fill him up. (He's up to the wrist now. He ate all the fingers. Garreth has a strong grip on William's arm)

It's so weird.

The blood in his mouth, makes it all the more better. Maybe sweeter? Even though it mainly tastes like metal..? He doesn't know how to pinpoint the exact taste of blood. But he doesn't need to.

He's eating and drinking at the same time, practically!

...

This action was a passing thought in all honesty. He wanted to know how the King tasted. He's been starving others just like the King, but he's always thought how easy it would be to cut them up, and stuff his face in their organs.

He thought that they would go away, but they got stronger over here.

He wanted to make it a living hell for William.

[sysig]

DAAAAAAAAAAAAX <3 <3 (Patreon)

[ghostgargoyle-art]

reighfyl hunt (they/them). its pronounced rifle. yes, like the gun. fire genasi, order of the ghostslayer bloodhunter/gloom stalker ranger. ex-worshipper of tumbleweeds (context is necessary here-- in the setting, tumbleweeds are creatures from a place called gravetown. they come more specifically from a ball pit. the balls in the pit are not balls.) the oneshot reighfyl was played in--tumble trouble--was probably the silliest oneshot i've played in to date. gravetown overall is a silly place, but i was NOT expecting the BBEG of the oneshot to be a giant tumbleweed who was also homophobic. he did more damage the more gay you were (the gayest was reighfyl. shocker). did i mention reighfyl is a huge simp for the patron that runs gravetown? yeah. they are. (they ended up getting to work for him in the end so mission accomplished tbh)

drawn december 2022!

[monschoices]

look at my art history prof yall im going to fail

[space-trash-vent]

what if i didnt say goodbye

it wouldnt be my problem

dthe meds were supposed to help the thera[y was upposed to help

why am i worse

what if this beca,e someoneelses problem

[doodledex-project]

Doodledex - #895 Regidrago

Let’s be honest, if you told someone from before the release of the DLC that there would be a couple of new Regis in an upcoming generation, then asked them to guess what types they were, Dragon would probably be their last guess. After all, it would be kind of awkward to make something that looked like the last ones also look kind of dragon-y, right?

Well, according to legend, the way Regidrago looks was not Regigigas’ intention! Apparently it was trying to make a full dragon out of “crystalized dragon energy”, but it had run out after completing the head and core, leaving this as the “finished” project! The people who built the Split-Decision Ruins seemed to believe this story, because they wound up sealing it away out of fear of what would happen if Regigigas ever actually finished its old WIP project...

[arundhati-shah4]

What is Rudy and Gabi as a ship name

*finger guns* No idea.

[djemsostylist]

It is extremely funny to me that the only requests GRRM seemed to have for House of the Dragon were "can you just make it look like how I described/imagined it please?" and if that isn't a commentary on the absolute atrocity that was the design and aesthetic of Game of Thrones, I don't know what is

[shondea]

           VERSE INFO: bnha  ( HOMURA AKEMI )

                                                               EARLY LIFE.

     homura began life as normal girl. she believed that her life would be mundane. her quirk the ability to stop and go backward in time showed at a later than normal age. she was already seven when her powers began to formally manifest. however coupled with a few early in life health problems made her nervous and withdrawn from those around her. spending a lot of time in the hospital until middle school.

      in middle school with a lot of hard work and team work from her first friend madoka kaname and her mentor mami tomoe. homura began to show interest in heroism and began doing track and field in order to increase her physical prowess as a runner. when a freak accident caused the deaths of both madoka and mami, homura distraught used her powers to go back before the accident and save them. the cycle of karma however did not approve of homura’s attempts to mess with the souls that it found death was owed at a young age. 

    between madoka’s growing quirk of energy blasts and homura’s time powers improving drastically with each loop of time between each other. homura began to stop time for longer and longer. from thirty seconds to thirty minutes to three hours finally. tearing at the fabrics of reality and time each time she did it. improving quirk began to allow homura to extend the time she was allowed to move backwards as well. 

      around this time, both sayaka miki and kyoko sakura began to express interest in madoka and mami’s powers and friendship. which both frustrated and confused homura who was still getting used to the process of having friends. sayaka’s reckless nature and kyoko’s confidence had a tendency to end the group in danger.

                                                       MIDDLE SCHOOL 3RD YEAR.

      attending the illustrious mitakihara middle school. homura and the girls began to spend more time after school together. building up their team and trying to figure out what they would do over summer break. when homura felt something cracking. she loved these people. they were her friends. but not the same way she loved madoka perhaps, but she did love them. like a family she did not understand. perhaps it was that revelation that made the events of the evening so much more difficult for her to stomach. 

       sayaka charged in reckless and madoka gentle and wanting to protect her friend. jumped in front to save her. and homura stopped time to drag them out of danger. and as homura observed their attacker, a common villain. a man trying to use his blade arm quirk to rob a bank. after trying to pull sayaka away so that she could assess the situation and being pushed off with a scoff. homura felt something begin to crumble within her. why was it so hard? why did no one listen to her? was it because her powers could only be support.

          angry that sayaka would just disregard her like that. homura did not stop time when she was stabbed in the abdomen. only rewinding when she saw the anguished look on madoka’s face. but something in her broke. she had almost let sayaka die. despite knowing that she loved her like a family member. was it anger? was it jealousy? was it something else? she had let that happen. anger had over taken her but most importantly to her. it had felt so so good. 

          with that homura ran. she ran from her friends. from her choices. from her plans and started over as someone else. as something else. less a hero. not a vigilante. something cruel that could understand the torrent of emotions she had no control over anymore. 

                                                                  CURRENTLY.

     the sixteen year old homura has been acting as villain for around two years. despite this she is still working her hardest to preserve the life and reputation of the probationary fast tracked intern CYCLE also known as madoka kaname. homura has been using her abilities to stop time to both tip the scales of battle in madoka’s favor and flash factor. 

    despite attempting to keep her distance from the heros that surround her. she has found some comfort in friendship with those who others would consider to be less than pleasant. notably bakugou @resolutepath​ has become her confidant in the hero world as well as her friend. as she restricts herself to keeping her old friends at arms length until she works out what’s going on with her. or becomes worse. which it’ll be is anyone’s guess.

     she is a second year at mitakihara high school and her specialty track is history of modern warfare and firearms.

name: homura akemi

age: 14 to 16

quirk: cuckoo clock (the ability to stop, go backwards, and forwards within the space of three hours.) / REQUIRES: wrist watch apparatus for longer stops and jumps

school: mitakihara high

extracurricular activities: track team (high jump)

status: villain 

personality: externally very cold, but extremely passionate and very emotional. with a tendency towards outbursts.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

the way she looks at him here... goodness...

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: HUNGRY FOR MORE

✩ ‧ ˚. serial killer!gojo x detective!reader: fucking the serial killer you're supposed to be arresting might be the best (or worst) decision you've ever made. PART 2 | NSFW

contents: fem!reader. porn with plot, dubcon, public sex (in an alley), p –> v, orgasm denial, fingering, he cums inside, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, lil' bit of dumbification, hair pulling, squirting, dirty talk, manipulation/coercion, mentions of murder (he's a serial killer what did u expect), non-sexual mentions/usage of guns, probably more. 3K words.

author's note: wrote this instead of writing my research paper and studying for my math final. if this flops i will actually become the serial killer /j. anywaysss tagging @satoruhour @screampied @satorena.. and yes, the "season 2 coming soon" in the banner means something ;)

“looks like your little killing spree’s gonna have to come to an end,” you muse, crossing your arms and cocking an eyebrow at the man across from you. he grins back at you, and it’s almost unsettling—he looks a little too smug for a killer who’s just been caught.

“i don’t think so, sweetheart,” the man responds dryly, leaning back against the alley wall, features relaxed and at ease. he—satoru gojo—has been your target for a couple weeks, and now that you’ve finally cornered him, you find yourself feeling a little… unfulfilled. usually, when you caught criminals, they begged for mercy and showed a little more emotion than what satoru’s shown so far. 

also, the criminals usually weren’t this good-looking.

you maintain eye contact with satoru while you carefully reach into your coat’s pocket, withdrawing your phone and unlocking it. unexpectedly, satoru doesn’t make any move to stop you from dialing the number to your boss, instead smiling coyly as you do so.

“so, you’re one of those guys who don’t care what happens to them?” you ask, tilting your head as you hold the phone to your ear. satoru shrugs and his grin only widens the longer your phone rings. ten seconds pass before your phone tells you that the number you dialed is currently busy, and satoru’s muffled laughter becomes unbearably suspicious. you narrow your eyes and involuntarily take a step back. “what’s with the smile?”

satoru scoffs and dips his head, pushing himself off the wall and taking a step towards you. “y’know, you’re rather brave, comin’ out to catch a serial killer all by yourself. and in the middle of the night, too.” he stops advancing when he sees you pull a gun out of your pocket and hold it up threateningly, a look of warning in your eyes. “okay, okay, relax. i’m not gonna do anything to your pretty face.”

“what did you do?” you ask suspiciously. satoru widens his eyes in mock disbelief, as if he’s completely and utterly shocked that you’d ever accuse him of anything.

“besides the fifteen separate counts of murder? not much, really.”

“i’m not an idiot,” you snap, cocking the gun and aiming it at his head. “you’re not the one in control here, satoru gojo. spit it out before i put a bullet through your skull.”

satoru laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. “fiesty, aren’t we? it’s alright, i like my girls with a little fire in them.” he tilts his head to the side and looks you up and down, eyes lingering on parts of you that suddenly make you feel naked, despite the coat covering most of your figure. “put down the gun, sweetheart, then we can talk.”

you wait a second, scanning satoru’s overly relaxed face before cautiously lowering the gun. “what are you hiding?” you ask again, eyes hardening.

“a lot of things. but i think you’re talking about what i did to your boss, right?”

“you have five seconds before i shoot you.”

satoru makes a face and then rolls his eyes dramatically. “fine, since you’re bein’ so pushy about it. i killed him, obviously. you’re a smart girl, shouldn’t you have figured that out by now?” when you don’t immediately answer, satoru sighs and shakes his head. “and here i thought that the girl who’d been tailing me for the past week would have a little sense in that pretty head of hers. looks like i was wrong.”

“shut it,” you snap again, re-dialing the number and letting your phone ring for fifteen seconds. when nobody picks up, you internally curse and think about what to do next. dialing 911 would be worth a try, but the look in satoru’s ice-blue eyes makes you think otherwise. despite the gun in your hand, something about him makes you entirely certain that he could overpower you, even if you landed a shot on him. and even if you just shot him right now, he’s been shown in the past to be able to function fine with a bullet through his chest. that’s how two of your subordinates lost their lives to him—by underestimating your city’s notorious killer.

so you decide to bide your time.

“ran out of options?” satoru asks smugly. he raises an eyebrow when you slide your phone back into your pocket and exhales a laugh. “you gonna wait for a big, strong man to rescue you? ‘cause i’m right here, honey, and i could be your savior.”

“that was actually the shittiest line i’ve ever heard,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at the self-satisfied look on his face. “are you seriously proud of that one?”

“well, it worked.”

he pushes himself off the alley wall and towards you so fast that you hardly even have time to process it, and before you know it, you’re the one pressed to a wall with a gun to the side of your head. satoru’s other hand grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head, and his face is close enough to the point where you can feel his breath—which is unexpectedly minty—on your cheeks as he grins down at you. “you really think i’d use a line as shitty as that if i didn’t know it’d make you lower your guard? tch, you really shoulda known better.”

you use every curse word you’ve ever heard in that moment and grit your teeth, rapidly thinking through all the possible ways you could get out of this situation, but nothing comes to mind. you’re quite literally stuck in between a rock and a hard place, with a gun pressed to your head and with your limbs out of commission. 

satoru clicks his tongue and widens his eyes at you, leaning in closer. his lips are uncomfortably close to your own as he traces the gun down the side of your face, cold metal brushing against your heated skin. “not gonna fight back? that’s no fun.”

“the fuck you want me to do?” you snap irritably, glaring up at him and curling your hands into fists. satoru tightens his grip on your wrists and cooes a sarcastic apology to you, taking his time looking you up and down again. if you didn’t value your life, you probably would’ve said worse, but seeing as you were the only person in this ridiculously isolated alley, it wouldn’t be worth much. 

“i dunno. didn’t that detective academy or whatever teach you anything?”

you roll your eyes again, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you consider the possibility of your eyes getting permanently stuck in the back of your head just because of him. “y’know, you’re not giving me a whole lot of options.”

satoru laughs. “if i did, that’d defeat the whole purpose, wouldn’t it?”

at this point, death would be preferable to hearing his idiot talk any longer.

“so, i’m gonna be the one asking the questions from now on,” satoru continues, clicking his tongue disapprovingly when you scowl. “if you behave, i won’t hurt you that badly, ‘kay? keep that in mind.”

“thought you liked your girls feisty.”

“oh, that’s true,” satoru muses thoughtfully. “yeah, never mind, you can be a little bratty. i need a reason to fuck you stupid anyways,” he grins after a moment of consideration.

“what the fuck?”

“you heard me, sweetheart,” satoru cooes, feeling his pants tighten as he watches your eyes widen. your “tough” demeanor drops for a split second, and satoru can’t help but want to fuck it off again when it returns. your scowl deepens and you frantically think through all your options again, but there isn’t a whole lot you can do at this point.

“if you wanna stay alive, you’ll be a good girl and you won’t scream,” satoru murmurs, leaning in closer and pressing his lips to yours. you grit your teeth and try to shove him away with your shoulder, but it doesn’t do much. satoru smiles against your lips and hums softly, pulling away with an almost affectionate look on his face. it’s so at odds with who he is and what he’s done that you drop your guard again, wanting to believe that he really will keep his promise not to hurt you.

satoru sees the shift in your features and smiles tenderly, all traces of his borderline-sadistic look gone. he studies your face for a moment and kisses the corner of your mouth, letting his lips linger for a second before he pulls away again. “i’m gonna let your hands go now, m’kay?” when he drops your wrists, they fall limply on his shoulders as you warily study him, eyes wide with confusion. it’s jarring, the way he just… changed personalities within the span of a couple seconds. “i’m not gonna hurt you, pretty,” he breathes, dropping the gun and letting it fall to the floor with a loud thwak. “this’ll be a lot more fun for me if you don’t resist, yeah?”

oh, fuck it.

“okay,” you murmur, ignoring every siren going off in your head. you don’t really have any other options, and honestly, nobody was going to walk by and get you out of this sticky situation anytime soon. and satoru was pretty attractive… and you could just arrest him afterwards, right?

as if he read your mind, satoru smiles and promises, “you can handcuff me after i’m done with you. just let me have a little fun one last time, baby.”

yeah, it’d be a stupid decision to believe the sweet-talker towering over you. there’s no way he’s just going to let you drag him off to jail, but there’s a reason he’s stayed out of the grasp of the law for so long. it’s hard to live a life as on-the-edge as being a serial killer, but the reason satoru’s survived for this long is because he knows how to use his words. he knows how to make a person go against every warning in their head, and he knows how to get what he wants.

which, for tonight, includes you.

“you have thirty—no, twenty minutes,” you mumble, knowing damn well that this would be the end of your career as a detective. whether or not you dragged satoru in after all this, you could never continue your work knowing you had sex with the biggest serial killer in the city.

satoru laughs and kisses you again, lips trailing down your face and settling on your neck. “haven’t i already made it clear that i’m the one in control here?” he muses as he slips his hands under your coat and tugs it off. it falls to the cold ground and bunches up around your feet, leaving you in a button-up shirt and flowy, dark pants. “c’mon, let’s get these clothes off you.”

within a minute, the rest of your clothes save for a black lacy pair of undergarments join your coat on the floor, and the chilly nighttime air nips at your skin. “i’m cold,” you mumble, feeling yourself involuntarily tense up everywhere but where satoru’s hands cloak your skin. satoru laughs in response and presses his knee to the spot in between your thighs, and something in you snaps at the point of contact. 

“you really are an idiot, aren’t ya,” satoru scoffs, hand sliding down to your waist. his fingers latch on the waistband of your panties and he tugs them down, exposing your already-wet pussy to the cold evening air and his eyes. “lettin’ a serial killer fuck you in a dark alley… what kind of detective does that?” satoru spits on two of his fingers and slips them inside you, instantly groaning when he feels you clench around him. “fuck, you gotta be the tightest pussy i’ve felt in a while,” he mutters, white hair falling into his eyes as he looks down shamelessly. “do you not have sex with other guys?”

“don’t have time,” you swallow what would’ve been an embarrassingly loud moan as his fingers go deeper and deeper. how long are this man’s fucking fingers?

“aw, look at you, you’re so cute,” satoru cooes, smiling down at your scrunched up face. you look back at him through squinted eyes, hips starting to roll against his fingers. it’s true—you really haven’t had time to have sex given your already-insane schedule. it’s almost like you spent more time tracking the man who’s now knuckle-deep inside you than sleeping, but the slutty part of your head tells you that it paid off.

“‘m gonna cum,” you whine pitifully, squirming around satoru’s fingers as he curls them inwards, making you clench around him even tighter. a shiver runs over your body, starting from in between your thighs and spreading all over you as satoru’s fingers move back and forth inside your soaking wet cunt. “g-gojo—”

“call me satoru, baby, and you’re not cumming until i say you can.” with that, satoru withdraws his fingers from your pussy with a pop! and grins at the way you glare at him sullenly. he mockingly pouts and licks his drenched fingers clean, tongue lapping up your essence. “heh, don’t worry, i’ll make you cum more than you knew you could once you’re stuffed with my cock.”

although you’ve determined satoru’s “promises” to be dubious at best, he fufills this one after he’s spread your legs wide open and positioned his cock at your entrance. “this might hurt, baby, but remember, no screaming.” after you nod in acknowledgement, satoru slips his tip in and watches, amused, as you try to close your legs on reflex. “uh uh, keep ‘em nice and wide f’me,” satoru tuts disapprovingly.

and true to his word, it hurts—a dull ache spreads throughout your legs as his dick goes farther and farther inside you, reaching places you hadn’t felt in a long time. satoru’s hands settle somewhere on your waist as he pushes himself deeper, ignoring your gasps and pleas for him to slow down a little. your shaky hands move to his hair and you unwittingly pull on it, somehow eliciting a soft groan from satoru’s lips, and somewhere in the back of your mind you think that of course a serial killer has a hair pulling kink—it just makes sense. 

“s-satoru, it won’t fit,” you whisper, feeling satoru hit an especially tight spot in your cunt. even with how wet you are, it just feels like you can’t possibly take any more of him—he might as well be ten feet inside you, given the pain in your hips. but, as expected, satoru only smiles tauntingly down at you and murmurs words of encouragement as he somehow pushes past the barrier and gets all the way in amid your pained whimpers.

“yeah, that’s it, knew you could do it,” satoru says sweetly, voice coated with poisonous honey. now that he’s all the way in, the ache from your waist down starts to fade into pleasure, especially as satoru starts moving himself in and out to get you used to the feeling of his dick. “just like that, pretty girl. jus’ like that.”

soon enough, he sets an unexpectedly harsh pace that makes your back arch off the cold, brick wall behind you, and even as satoru tries to keep up his “cool serial killer” act, you can hear his quivering breaths as he gets close to cumming. “shit, i forgot how fuckin’ good it felt to fuck a cunt this tight—” he mutters through gritted teeth. “‘m gonna cum inside, ‘kay?”

you nod breathlessly, chasing your own pleasure and not actually listening to the words satoru murmurs in your ear. at this point, it didn’t matter—all your pathetic little head could think about was satoru’s dick, and somehow, you forget that he’s a killer when he cums inside you. it’s hot and thick and it almost knocks you over—when was the last time you felt this good, if ever?

the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum with him, nodding along to satoru’s praises on how well you’re taking him. you squirt all over his painfully hard dick and suck in a sharp breath as you do so, body trembling from the force of both of your orgasms.

“see, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” satoru murmurs when you both come down from your highs, stroking your hair almost tenderly. you bob your head in response, face warm and eyes unable to properly focus. he stuffs his fingers back inside your puffy cunt and scoops the cum dripping down your thighs back inside, mumbling something about not letting a single drop go to waste. “who knew the pretty detective i’d had my eye on would be this good to me?” he cooes, grinning snarkily.

satoru’s earlier promise floats through your head and you force yourself to look him in the eye. “y-you said you’d let me arrest you after,” you breathe, back still pressed to the wall as satoru surveys you amusedly.

“oh, sweetheart, you’re in no condition to be giving orders,” satoru says condescendingly, pulling up his pants and grinning at you. his cheeks are still flushed red, but whether that’s from the cold nighttime air or from the heated sex, you don’t quite know. “we should do this again sometime,” he continues conversationally as he picks up your coat for you. despite the fact that you’re still naked and trembling, satoru drapes your coat around your shoulders and helps you button it up.

“but you said—” you protest, but satoru cuts you off with a raised eyebrow.

“you didn’t seriously believe me, did you?” satoru tuts, shaking his head. “i’m a serial killer. i’m not gonna turn myself in just ‘cause of a detective’s pretty pussy, baby. you should’ve known better, doll.” satoru wraps an arm around your limp shoulders and tugs you in for a kiss, lips pressing firmly against your own for a couple seconds before he pulls away with a satisfied smile.

he leaves you with a promise to see you soon.