#shes a lil rough i'll be honest with y'all

[paisholotus]

Ch.4

A/N: I know these songs are not 90s accurate, but to me, they fit this chapter well. But I hope y'all still enjoy 🤎

Songs Played 

 

Int'l Player's Anthem: UGK, Outcast

 

Let's Get Away: T.I.

 

Soul survivor: Young Jeezy, Akon

 

Say it: Neyo

 

 

Lucious pov 

 

I pulled into my neighborhood, with the music blasting, I turned to look at little Mama bobbing her head. She seemed like the type to listen to R&B—that slow song shit. I reached over to change the song, but she shook her head, reaching over to turn it up.

 

"Don't change it; I like it." She said. She bobbing her head to the lyrics, making a stank face. The lyrics were raw and deep; it was that rough shit that only people in the hood could understand. But she was reacting to the lyrics like she could relate.

 

"You like that?" I asked her. I came up to my house and put the car in the park. I gave her an ear-to-ear smile, watching her let loose into the music. Lil Mama told me the day I walked her home from the basketball court that she loved music. It was also the day she agreed to go on this date with me. I love a woman who appreciates music, and I'm not talking about that lovey-dovey shit. I'm talking about music that's about the struggle of the streets. There are not a lot of girls like that.

 

"Hell yeah, that shit hot." She said, humming with the chorus. Lil Mama got some pipes on her too. When she told me she loved music, I told her to sing sum for me. Of course, I already knew she could sing, considering I was at her birthday. And she sang a couple of songs with her friends. When I asked her to sing for me, I felt something I hadn't felt before. Her voice was smooth but strong, like those older church ladies that would hit those low notes. You wouldn't think a powerful voice came out of a little body like hers.

 

I turned the car off, grabbed her flowers, and got out of the car. I walked over to her side, opening the door for her. "That was me." I said, grinning. Grabbing her hand, I helped her out of the car. She looked at me, surprised, and gave me a big smile.

 

"You for real? She asked me. I nodded as I put my hand on her waist, guiding her up the pathway. I decided to invite her over to have dinner with me and my uncle. But if I'm being completely honest, this was a test to see if my uncle liked her. My uncle is opinionated like fuck and outspoken. If he doesn't like your ass, he'll tell you he doesn't like your ass.

 

My uncle is pretty much like my pops; he took me in after my father was killed and my mom's died. I don't really care that my mama is dead, but for my pops to get taken away from me, I would never forgive the nigga that did it. But I'll get into that another time.

 

I opened the door and motioned for her to walk in. She looked around and smiled softly. "You live here?" She asked, looking at the pictures sitting on the coffee table. I stared at her blankly and nodded. I was looking for a sign of judgment, but I didn't find anything.

 

She just walked around, continuing to smile at pictures. She stopped at a baby picture of me and giggled. "Is this you? You were a fat baby. With a big ass head." She cackled. I sent her a playful glare and walked up to her, getting into her space.

 

She still smiled, showing her pretty white teeth. "Oh, you got jokes, little mama?" She smirked at me. Pulling the collar of my shirt, "Oh, I got plenty. But imma be nice. I don't want to crack on you in your house." She said, backing away a little. But I walked back up to her, grabbing the side of her face and looking down at her lips. But I was interrupted by my uncle clearing his throat.

"Marc, are you going to introduce me to?" Unc said, looking at little Mama. She gave him a big smile, and that's when I noticed she had dimples and thought that was the cutest sh*t ever. "Hi, I'm Nalae. It's nice to meet you." She said, reaching her hand out to shake his hand. He smiled at her and shook her hand.

 

"You don't mind me joining you and Marc for dinner, right?" He asked her, and she shook her head, placing her bag down on the couch and sitting down. I went to sit down beside her and watched her look at the cut-up vegetables. "Whatchu, cooking?" She asked him.

 

"Some fried pork chops, greens, and sweet potatoes." She gave an approved nod, showing all her teeth. Unc looked at her and chuckled. "What are you smiling so big for?" She leaned forward, laying her head on her wrist, and smiled. "I love to cook. You want me to help you?" 

 

I chuckled, walking into the kitchen to have a drink. Me and little Mama made eye contact, and she smiled, sticking her tongue out at me, and looked back at my uncle, who raised his brow at her. "You can cook? Don't bring yo ass over here and fuck shit up!" He said, in all seriousness.

 

She playfully smacked her teeth and walked over into the kitchen to wash her hands. I sat at the kitchen counter, watching Little Mama pick up the meat and begin seasoning it.

 

Unc crossed his arms, watching her with a blank face. She dipped the meat in some flour, lightly shook it, and put it in the hot oil. "Who taught you how to cook?" Unc asked her.

 

She smiled and put the other three into the oil. "My mama. Taught me everything to know about food." She said it proudly. Unc walked over and began cooking the sweet potatoes. "We'll just see how good you do, then." Unc said, side-eyeing little Mama.

 

-Time Skip-

 

"Damn! That was good asf." Unc said, looking at little Mama. She smirked cockily at him and put another piece of pork chop in his mouth. "Damn, you can eat! This is your third plate." He said this, looking at her in disbelief. She playfully rolled her eyes, turning to look at Unc. "I told you I loved food." She said she was drinking her tea. I chuckled, pulling out my toothpick. "Ain't shit wrong with that. I like a girl that can eat." I said, staring into her eyes.

 

She looked down, smiling shyly, finishing her food, and leaning back into the chair. Unc got up, shaking his head, and picked up the plates. I leaned over, resting my arms on the table, and looked at little Mama. "Are you having a good time, mama?" I asked her. She nodded, drinking the last of her tea. "Yeah, your uncle is good people." She said, smiling softly.

 

 

I gave her a genuine smile, walking over to the coffee table and picking up the blunt. I was honestly new to this shit. I've never brought a girl to my house for a date—not even to fuck; I would always take a girl to the motel for that; I ain't trust hoes enough to come into my house. I ain't never had actual genuine feelings for a girl before; I had neither time nor patience to catch feelings for no bitches. But little Mama was different—all the way different. She won't like the other females trying to get at me. I've only known her for a couple of weeks, and in that short amount of time, Shordy was actually trying to get to know me. And didn't judge me or my choice of living. Like now, tonight she was in the kitchen cooking with my uncle, like she belonged here or something.

 

I could tell I had strong feelings for her already; I would miss her presence when I left her. I just wanted to be around her, to talk to her, to listen to her, etc. She was honestly making me go crazy every time I saw her smile. She made me feel nervous. You would think Nalae was the type of girl to go for smart, nerdy niggas. She gets good fucking grades and says she wants to go to college. And that shit makes me nervous because I know I couldn't do none of that shit. I know I'm smart—really fucking smart. Unc tells me all the time to get out of this street life. But the street life is all I fucking know, plus we ain't got the money for college. No matter how much I secretly want to go. 

 

But I ain't gon ever be a doctor, lawyer, shit like that. I want to make music and make my way into owning my own company. I know deep down that she deserves better, but Ion want to let go of her; I want her to be mine.

 

I heard a tap on the table, and she looked at me softly with concern and mumbled, "Are you okay?" She must have noticed me deep in thought. I grinned at her and nodded. "I'm straight, baby." I said, handing her the blunt. She shook her head and mouthed ''another time''.

 

Unc came back to the kitchen with a beer in his hand. "Alright, rich girl. Imma, play my playlist, and I know! You ain't going to know these songs." Little Mama rolled her eyes and smacked her teeth. "I'm not rich. And yeah, whatever, go ahead and play it. I know everything there is about music." She said. 

 

Soul survivor: Young Jeezy, Akon

 

"Konvict

Akon and Young Jeezy

Tryin' to take it easy

The only way to go

And so (Ay, let's get it)"

 

The intro of the song played, and me and Unc watched her to see if she knew it. But she kept a half-smiled face, and then the hook came on.

 

"But if you lookin' for me, I'll be on the block.

With my thang cocked, possibly sittin' on a drop now

Because I'm a rider.

Oh, yes, a soul survivor.

'Cause everybody knows the game; don't stop.

Tryin' to make it to the top 'fore your ass gets popped now.

If you are a rider, yeah.

Oh, yes, a soul survivor."

 

She rapped along with the lyrics, making Unc look at her in surprise. She looked sexy as hell, rapping word for word. She took Unc's brim and placed it on her head, rapping the bridge of the song.

 

''Cause if you lookin' for me, you can find me.

On the block, disobeying' the law

Real G, thoroughbred from the streets

Pants saggin' with my gun in my drawers

Just to keep on moving now

Just to keep on moving now

Just to keep on moving now

Just to keep on moving now, yeah."

 

Lil Mama and Unc sang the last bit of the song before she looked up at him with a cocky smirk. "OK, old timer, next song." She said. Pouring herself another drink of tea. "Betta, watch your mouth, girl; I ain't old! And lucky guess." He said, eyeing her. I chuckled, and she raised her hands up in surrender.

 

 

Let's Get Away, T.I.

Unc placed some playing cards on the table because he bet he could beat her at spades. The intro of the next song came on, and Little Mama's face immediately lit up.

 

"Hey, let's get away and get a room on the other side of town.

Hey shawty, I was feeling' for you.

(Was you thinkin' of me, hey, hey?)

Hey, let's get a room, Shawty. We can freak something out if you're down.

(What would you do?)

Hey daddy, I was feenin' for you."

 

She sang the intro and began rapping the first verse.

 

"I bet they'll be like," I know he is tired of the nightlife.

He wants a wife; he's just looking' for the right type."

Yea, right, I'm bein' through the city lights.

My hat bent, gettin' high behind the 'lac tint.

I'm chillin' with Brazilian women with heavy accents.

They black friends transliterated', got 'em all ass naked, adjacent

Have relations with them in many places.

Leavin' semen on their British faces

Make'em kiss their partners with it in their faces.

Young pimpin' sprung women 'cross the 50 states

I got young ladies requests for What's Your Name on 50 stations."

 

She looked at me, smirking, giving me a little fuck me eyes, then shyly looked back at her cards, rapping the rest of the songs. "Alright, baby girl, whatchu got?" Unc asked her. Lil Mama stood up, slammed her cards on the table, and threw her head back, laughing and sticking her tongue out. I groaned watching her slide my money across the table, looking at Unc glare at Little Mama take his money.

 

A/N: *add cardi b laugh, with tongue out* 😂

She laughed and looked to the side, to Unc, trying not to smile at her. "Nah, you can have your money back. But I'm keeping the hat; they go well with my trainer Circuits." She said, as she handed him back his money. But she looked at me and smirked, putting my money in her back pocket. "But you are not getting this back." She said, winking at me. I clenched the side of my jaw. Little Mama, you better be lucky we are in front of my uncle right now.

 

Int'l Player's Anthem: UGK, Outcast

 

Another song came on, and she sat back in the seat, quietly rapping the lyrics.

 

"So I typed a text to a girl I used to see.

Sayin' that I chose this cutie pie with whom I want to be

And I apologize if this message gets you down.

Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town.

And I hate to see y'all frown, but I'd rather see her smile.

Wetness all around me is true, but I'm no island."

 

"Your brother Lamar told Marc you didn't grow up here." Unc asked her. She gave him a small smile and looked down at her hands. "I grew up in Washington. We were homeless, living out of our car maybe... until I was 13... yeah, I was 13. That's when my dad got a job opportunity here in Philadelphia to work at a hospital. But even then, we were still living in our car when we moved up here. When we were in Washington, my mom and dad struggled a lot. But the main struggle was who was going to look after me and Lamar. Most of the time, my older sister and brother, Tisha and Ant, watched us while my mom and dad took morning and night classes." She said, looking him in the eyes, then looked back down at her cards.

"Sometimes I wondered where they got the money because, like I said, we were living out of our car." She said, chuckling. But I looked back down, frowning. Unc looked at her sympathetically and said, "You don't have to finish, baby girl." She shook her head and said, "No, it's ok. I want to. My mom tried to feed us every day, but sometimes we did and sometimes we didn't. But we didn't complain because we knew our situation. Well, me and Mar do, to a certain extent. Tisha and Ant still don't tell us what my mom and dad did to make money. I mean, it still boggles my mind that we live in the house we live in now." She frowned, crossing her arms, leaning back into the chair, staring down at the floor.

 

"Everyone has a story, and everyone has done some things we're not proud of." She said, lastly.

 

Damn, little Mama has been through some shit. I looked at her curiously as she turned to look at me with a blank face. She said everyone has done something we're not proud of, and I don't think that necessarily includes me. Because everything I've done I don't regret, does that mean she's done some really bad things? Lil Mama doesn't seem like the type to hurt anybody; she can fight and handle her own. Plus, she has a mouth on her, but I don't think she can do what I do.

 

She looked at the clock, and my eyes followed hers; the clock read 8:45. She stood up and smiled at Unc, sticking out her hand. "Well, it was nice meeting you...?" She trailed off the end sentence because Unc didn't tell her his name. He stood up and gave her a hug, which shocked me because my uncle doesn't hug anyone outside of family. "Rodney, you are welcome to come over anytime." She smiled and tried giving his hat back, but he shook his head and told her to keep it. She invited us over to her house tomorrow for dinner, and Unc said yes before I could say anything. I looked into little Mama's chocolate brown eyes, almost pleading with a small smile on her face.

 

''Ight, I'll be there." She gave me a big smile, kissing my cheek, and walked to the door, waving bye to Unc. Before I got out the door, Unc said, "Aye, I like her. Yo ass betta, keep her." I smirked and walked out the door.

 

Say it, Neyo.

 

I helped her get into the car, walked over to my side, and got in, starting the car. I pulled off, taking her back home. Lil Mama turned on the radio and instantly started singing. "I love this song." She said, smiling at me.

 

"Girl, why don't you

Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Say it, say it, say it.

Girl, why don't you

Tell me what you want from me.

Girl, won't you

Say it, say it, say it."

 

She sang the lyrics so fucking beautifully. This girl had the most perfect smile I've seen. She looked so sexy singing that I looked down at her lips. They were full and two-toned, but I promised myself I would behave and not kiss her.

 

I pulled up to her house and parked on the curb. I looked at the clock, and it said 9:06. The bridge of the song came on, and she looked at me with seductive eyes.

 

"Anything that you want, baby, tell me you want it.

I got it, babe.

(Baby, tell me what you want; I got it.)

No more hoping and wishing.

Name your position.

I got it, babe."

 

She leaned over the console and brushed her lips against mine. I felt my heart rate pick up. A girl ain't never had this effect on me; she had a nigga feeling nervous right now. When the hook came back on, she looked me in the eyes and sang to me.

 

"Boy, why don't you

Tell me what you want me to do to you.

Say it, say it, say it.

Boy, why don't you

Tell me what you want from me.

Girl, won't you

Say it, say it, say it."

 

My eyes bored into hers, but what she said next made me lose every restraint I had.

 

"Come here, Marcus."

 

I grabbed her throat and crashed my lips into hers. I groaned at how soft and juicy they were. She gripped the collar of my shirt and moaned. I unbuckled my seat belt, pulling her into my lap. I gripped her ass, and we moaned into each other's mouths. She tapped my shoulder, letting me know to stop. I pulled away, both of us breathing heavily, and we stared into each other's eyes.

 

"Sorry, I don't mean to do that." She said it quietly. I shook my head and softly gripped her chin. "It's alright, little mama. I liked it." I said, pecking her lips one more time.

 

I let her get off my lap and got out of the car. I opened her side for her. I helped her out and began walking her to her door. We walked up the steps to her door, and she turned around and smiled at me.

 

"Thanks for tonight. I had fun." I nodded and walked forward, closing the space between us. "Glad you enjoyed yourself." I said, cupping her cheeks and leaning down to kiss her one last time. But was stopped when the door opened.

 

It was her sister glaring at me with her arms folded. Lil Mama turned to look at her, only for her to point her finger into the house. She turned to look at me one last time and kissed my cheek again. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok?"

 

I nodded and watched her walk into the house. "Bye, mama." She waved goodbye, walking away, and her sister gave me a head nod and closed the door.

 

I walked down the steps and walked to my car before looking back and thinking, ''damn what you're doing to me, little Mama's"

This Lucious uncle, Rodney

[inastrangerskiss]

four paws

Taylor Rust x Reader

content warning: tyler rust said he worked in an animal shelter once and i lost my mind

summary: you find a lost dog and you need to get it home

You walked down the street, four furry paws beside you. These four furry paws did not belong to you. In fact you had no clue who they belonged to.

But, for now, this pup was your responsibility and you were going to do everything in your power to ensure he found his way home.

You had gone up one street and had received only shrugs and “I don’t know”’s from the people you spoke to. You went down another street only to receive the exact same treatment. You began to worry that maybe this dog had somehow managed to cross city lines and you were going to be the saving grace in his Homeward Bound-esque journey.

And then you saw a sign stapled to a telephone pole.

It read “Lost Dog - Reward if found”, a big picture of the dog by your side in the center, and a phone number printed at the bottom in big, bold print. You called the owner immediately. The line only rang once before a man picked up.

“Hello?” Asked a voice, filled with frantic energy.

“Hi. I was walking in town and I think I found your dog.”

“Really? Where was he? Is he okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. He looks perfectly fine. He was just kind of trotting down the sidewalk.”

The man on the other end of the line let out a deep sigh. “Okay, great. Thank you so much. Do you think we could meet up so I could bring him home?”

“Absolutely! I’m near the post office if you’d like to meet there.”

The man eagerly agreed and before you knew it, you were waiting on the corner, the mystery dog’s collar held gently in your hand, your eyes peeled for an approaching Subaru. When it arrived, you made your way to the driver’s side door and the owner stepped out.

He was handsome, broad shoulders and an impeccably built body, dressed in gym shorts and a tank top. His golden blonde hair was half pulled back into a top knot. You found yourself taken away by the smile that spread across his face the moment his dog jumped into his arms.

He peppered the dog with kisses and the dog dropped both paws on either side of the man’s head. The man laughed to himself, embracing his animal tightly before clipping a leash to his collar.

“Oh what are you doing out here!” He cooed. “I have been worried out of my mind over you!”

You stood awkwardly, unsure as to whether or not you were invited to participate in the conversation.

“Did you just find him?” He finally looked up towards you.

His eyes were bright, twinkling as he moved his gaze up to you. You felt your heart flutter as you looked back at him.

“Yeah, he was just sniffing around the street. I thought it was weird that he didn’t have a leash on or a person near him.”

Every attempt the man made to stand was thwarted by the front paws of the dog. Eventually, you reached a hand out and helped pull him to his feet. His fingers delicately found their temporary home against your wrist as he pulled himself to a vertical position and you worried he’d feel the blood pulsing through your veins.

“Thanks.” He spoke through a small grin.

“No problem.”

“I mean for finding him.”

“Whats the little guy’s name?” You asked.

“Tucker.”

“Tucker?”

Upon hearing his name, Tucker’s head tilted and he quickly padded over to you, intent on receiving some degree of affection. You didn’t mind, leaning forward and scratching him behind the ears.

“Yeah. He’s a good boy. His leash broke when we were at the dog park. I didn’t think it’d be a problem until he slipped the gate and started running up the street.”

The man was standing perilously close to you now. His arms were folded against his chest, his muscles ruthlessly on display. The golden sun was beginning to draw shapes against his face, illuminating the stray hairs, pulling away from his head. As he inhaled, you exhaled, both standing in silence entertaining Tucker as he excitedly bounded between both of you.

“Do you have a name?” You asked.

“I’m Tyler.”

You turned to find him looking at you, a warm smile still wrapped over his face. He took a hand and rubbed it behind his neck before stretching both arms over head. His shirt rose up on his torso, exposing his abdomen for just a moment.

“Um, anyways, I can Venmo you the reward for finding Tuck. I definitely don’t have enough cash on hand.”

You quickly shook your head.

“No, it's no problem. I couldn’t take a reward. I’m just happy you got him back.”

“I can’t not thank you.” He looked from you to his feet before continuing.

Without thinking, you held a hand out to Tyler’s arm, a reassuring nod following the gesture. “It’s okay. Trust me.”

He looked at your hand, a small twitch stirring his fingers, and for a moment you wondered if maybe he would reach out to you to meet your touch. But he didn’t and as you went to remove your arm from his space he began to speak again.

“I mean, if you’re not busy I could take you to dinner?”

You felt a raging blush spread across your cheeks, the heat of a million wildfires blazing through your skin. Your brain failed to create coherent strings of words, leaving you to just stand and foolishly grin. You wanted to form the word “yes” but you knew you wouldn’t be able to.

“I can’t tonight.” You sighed, your motor skills reluctantly beginning to cooperate.

“That’s okay. I just-”

“Wait.” You spoke quickly, not wanting to lose the offer. “I’m free tomorrow.”

“Oh. Really?” He asked, his eyes lighting up once again.

“Yeah. And if you are maybe we could-”

“I’m free.” Tyler spoke in a voice that was just as eager as the moment he had picked up the phone.

“Then it’s a date.” You chirped.

Tyler’s eyes met yours and a nervous laugh slipped from his lips. As his gaze washed over you, you felt a warmth tear through your body in spite of the setting sun.

“So, do you do this often?” He asked, gesturing to Tucker. “Finding dogs and returning them to their owners as like a side hustle?”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“This is my first time.”

“You hear that Tucker? You’ve gotta be on your best behavior, you’re making a first impression for lost dogs here.”

As if on cue, Tucker sidled up to you, nuzzling your leg and forcing your hand to pet the top of his head.

“You know, he’s really shy. I’m kind of surprised he let you wrangle him.” Tyler spoke slowly, as though he were confused. “When he got loose I was worried he’d panic and not let anyone get close to him. I was devastated.”

“Aw, he’s a good boy, though. Isn’t he?” You ruffled the dog’s fur as he leaned in to your loving touch.

“Yeah he is.” A fond expression melted Tyler’s face as he coaxed Tucker back to his side, a white knuckle grip on his leash.

A comfortable silence fell over both of you.

“Well I should get this guy home.” Tyler sighed, starting towards his car. “Maybe you could text me? And we could figure out a place to go tomorrow night?”

“I think I can do that.” You nodded, a coy smirk resting on your face.

Tyler helped Tucker into the car before opening his own door. Before he sat down, he placed an arm on the roof of the vehicle and turned to you.

“Hey.” He called. “I’m glad that if anyone was going to find him, it was you.”

The words trailed off, becoming almost too quiet to hear. But you heard them. And when you looked him in the eyes, you felt something. You didn’t know what it was exactly but it made you feel whole. It made you feel safe.

“I think I’m glad I was the one who found him too.” You shrugged.

And of course you were. Because in finding the dog, you just may have found something even better.

[p-antomime]

What if...

— minors don’t interact. | wc: 4,5K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: sadist!fushiguro toji, manhandle, unprotected sex, rough sex, fingering, non-con, almost cervix fucking, breeding kink, gun play, heavy degradation, creampie, forced submission, size kink, dark content, public sex, spitting, dumbification, implied dacryphilia.

pairings: serial killer!toji fushiguro x reader.

— inspired by: somebody's watching me.

my kinktober list.

note: all the characters quoted in this work are over 21 years of age.

tw. this work may contain triggers about chase, violence, non consensual sex, forced submission and coercion, so please be careful reading.

— Have you got everything? — Maki asked as she finished helping Itadori put the bags into the trunks of the two different cars that would take you to the campground about an hour or so away from the capital.

— I think so. — Y/N replied trying to mentally go over everything she would need during those three days they would spend away from civilization. — Ah, calm down! My cell phone charger, I'll be right back. — And then she ran to the house, went to Maki's room and looked for the charger in the girl's messy bedroom with her eyes, finding it lying beside the bed and, after picking it up, returning to where everyone was waiting. — Now, yes, I got everything.

— Alright, who's going to drive anyway? — Maki looked at Itadori.

— Don't look at me...

— Tsk. — Maki rolled her eyes and nodded to Yuuta who was already getting into the other car. — Who will drive the car that me, Nobara, Y/N and Toge are going?

— Mai I think, or Fushiguro?

— I'm the one who's going. — Megumi answered, unlocking the doors and in a matter of seconds you were sitting in the passenger seat next to Fushiguro while in the back seat were your three other colleagues, with Toge almost immediately putting on headphones and Nobara opening her cell phone to check Twitter.

— Will there be internet there? — Nobara asked, and you glanced her over your shoulder as Megumi drove off, following the path taken by Yuuta in front.

— We're going to the middle of nowhere, y'know...

— Yes, but even in the "middle of nowhere" you can have internet by 2021. — Nobara answered with a shrug.

— The idea was that we would disconnect a lil' from the internet for a few days. — Maki commented. — Then maybe we could just enjoy our camping trip.

— I wanted to go to a Halloween party, to be honest. — You commented, suddenly regretting a little that you had accepted Itadori and Yuuta's idea about the camp.

— I think everyone this month is a little afraid to go out on the streets, let alone have a party. — Maki replied. — Y'know... the serial killer... — Megumi looked at her through the mirror on top of the front window of the car.

— And you believe this?

— Don't you?

— Most of the news I read about is pretty biased... and apparently the modus operandi from one crime to another differs in some ways and... — Nobara interrupted him.

— For heaven's sake... we are going to this camp to relax, not to talk about every morbid case of Tokyo's crime. Can y'all change the subject?

— Wanna put on some music? — Y/N asked, not letting Megumi retort nor Maki open her mouth to rebut his comments.

— Yeah, put this playlist on, please. — Nobara handed you her cell phone for a few seconds to connect to the bluetooth system of the car rented by Fushiguro.

"Great, peace for at least an hour", Y/N thought sighing heavily and trying to relax as the car was driven through the streets of Tokyo.

There was one day left until Halloween, it was the 30th.

And, stopping to reflect now, something inside your core began to bother with Yuuta and Yuuji wanting so badly to go away from the capital just one day before Halloween.

How many movies even had the same plot as this day you were experiencing, of a group of people at a camp who end up dying? Several.

The Burning, Cheerleader Camp, Madman, Sleepway Camp... and of course Friday the 13th.

Suddenly, as you ran through these movies in your head a shiver ran down your spine and you were a little startled when you felt something on your leg and swallowed hard realizing it was only Megumi's fingertips trying to get your attention.

— Are you all right? — He asked, and you raised one eyebrow. — You look uncomfortable, if you wanna trade places with Inumaki in the car, I can park.

— Oh, no... no, thank you, Megumi. — You forced yourself to open the kindest, most affectionate smile you could. — Thank you for thinking of me, but you don't have to do that, I'm completely OK.

— Okay, but if you need anything during the trip... — His eyes went from your face to the road visible in front of him through the car window. — You can ask me.

You nodded positively and responded with a "mhm" before glancing over to the back corner to see that Maki, now asleep, had laid her head on Nobara's shoulder, who was now distracted by the view out the window, and Toge had fallen asleep with his headphones on and head resting against the other window.

Nobody seemed worried about anything. Except for you, who clenched your fingers nervously, still feeling uncomfortable.

It wasn't even Megumi's fault, he wasn't doing anything but driving and occasionally glancing at you and the back seat to make sure everyone was okay. In fact, he was not feeling watched as you were.

You felt that something, someone was watching you through the window glass next to you, even after closing it and sunk your back into the car seat.

And so about two hours passed and soon the two cars were parked at the entrance of Hikawa Campground and everybody was dragging their backpacks and small suitcases with their belongings to the spot in the middle of the trees where the multi-room facility was that you had all agreed to rent. But halfway there, you swore to God that you heard the sound of stones being thrown, or rather: stepped on, in a field not far from where you and your friends were, but the sound came from a more closed forest area and, well?

You would rather have curiosity eating away at you than have an unwelcome surprise, so, as you turned to see where your friends were and saw them moving further and further away from the point where you stopped walking, your feet ran to where Toge, Choso and Yuuta, who were furthest from the group formed by Maki, Mai and Nobara and, further ahead, Megumi, Miwa and Itadori, were.

— We're gonna have a bonfire today, right? — Nobara asked, watching the group slowly disintegrate as each went to their respective rooms.

— Yes, the idea is to make a fire tonight, sleep in the tents and in the morning come back here so we can hike and walk along the river. — Choso replied.

— And what time d'you want to have the bonfire? — Mai asked.

— Hmm... — Choso looked at where Itadori and Yuuta were.

— Seven o'clock at night, 'cause when we get hungry it will already be burning brightly! — Yuuta said.

And after that, definitely, everyone went to their bedown room and you took a deep breath, leaning over the slightly uncomfortable bed. At least you wouldn't have to share a room with anyone.

The cell phone in your pocket vibrated and you picked it up, reading the notification from its digital bar. It was a typical Google notification, the ones that usually expose breaking news push, and it was talking about the fact that they had managed to reconstruct a sketch of who apparently was the serial killer Maki had mentioned earlier.

Again, you felt a shiver run down your spine, the feeling of being watched increasing more than when you were in the car next to Megumi and instinctively your eyes fell on the wide-open bedroom window.

What if someone wanted to enter your room during the night? What if that camping facility wasn't as safe as it looked? What if...

But then, the only thing you did, besides clicking on the Google news push out of sheer curiosity, was to close that window.

Your fingers immediately scrolled down the Google tab screen until they stopped over the scanned serial killer drawing and you rolled eyes in frustration. The drawing was terrible, to say the least. It literally looked like any dark-haired guy you see on the street and you probably put your skirt down a little for fear of him swiping at you, but then the notes below the drawing caught your attention. "Scar on right corner of lip, green eyes".

To be honest, after mentally visualizing him, you thought he looked like Megumi and it was best to keep that realization to yourself, since no one in their right mind would enjoy having any resemblance to a wanted by the police. Then you went to take a shower thinking that it would help you forget your worries, but they were only reinforced when you locked the bathroom door real tight and were afraid that someone was waiting for you outside the shower stall; it took you long minutes to actually finish taking that shower, put on some more comfortable clothes with a pair of short tapestry that didn't totally stick to your body and a blue tank top.

As you left the room, you found Itadori, Megumi and Yuuta getting ready to go fishing while Mai and Maki were busy talking among themselves and looking at the cell phone of one of them.

It seemed that only you had nothing planned for that afternoon away from the city, and you snorted trying to think of something you could do to pass the time.

Walking was probably the best option, right?

With that in mind, you sent a message to both Megumi and Maki that you were going for a walk alone and that if you didn't come back half an hour before the bonfire time, they were to come after you because something bad had happened.

A bad feeling was eating away at you, but at the same time you didn't want to end up having to be on your friends' heels because of a perhaps passing bad feeling.

So you went for a walk. And, truth be told, it was great to breathe fresh air. Great until your memory reminded you that maybe you had gone too far, and even the sound of the river from the big campground seemed distant now.

The trees around you seemed to multiply more and more, the silence morbid around you.

Only the sound of your breathing, slowly quickening with nervousness, filled yours ears. The feeling of being watched increased almost to the point where you felt that someone was watching you from a few meters away.

You turned around, swallowing hard and longing to go back to where your friends were, and, without looking back, started walking again.

Four steps, heartbeat increasing.

Five steps, your ears picked up the sound of something breaking, probably a twig, at some point behind you.

"Fuck, fuck", your mind repeated over and over again as your feet started to run as far as you could.

You felt something try to grab the back of your blue top and then try to run even faster, but you barely managed to cross more 10 feet.

Something had been thrown against your heel and your body went to the ground, face hitting the grass and dirt, clothes getting dirty and eventually a weight greater than yours being placed on your smaller body.

You were flipped forward and as you looked up with vision blurred from the fall, your face was met by a man with dark hair, thin lips, emerald eyes and a smile of amusement decorating his lips that had a scar in the right corner.

Before you could scream, his hand pushed against your mouth and you didn't even have time to raise your arms to try to fight him off, his other palm had already grabbed your wrists and pulled them over your head; then your eyes watered and legs tried to kick him, which wasn't very effective.

— Oh, darling. What made you think you could ever get away? So naive and tiny. — His husky voice reverberated in yours ears. — Why are you crying already? I haven't even done anything yet, and your cute lil' face is too pretty to be stained by tears. — His tongue flicked across his lips as his eyes traveled down your body in rapt scrutiny. — I wondered how long it would be before you ran out and I had to do this to you.

And though he had said that your face was too beautiful to be stained by tears, they were already wetting your cheeks and your arms were still trying to free themselves from his firm grip.

— Let's make a deal, hm? — He raised his eyebrows suggestively and you tried to focus on what he was saying, tried to calm down. — I'm gonna take my hand out of your mouth and you're not going to scream 'cause you're a good girl and know how to behave, understand? And if you scream or try to do anything I don't like, I'll break your teeth and then make you swallow 'em and go after your friends and then, who knows, do worse things to you. You don't want that, d'you? — Your head shook in a desperate negative way and his amused smile reappeared on his lips. — Okay, lil’ girl.

And you kept your mouth shut, in fact.

Mouth closed and eyes still watering, watching the man above you reach into the waistband of the jeans he was wearing and pull out a pistol. Opening the barrel, he let you see that the gun was loaded with about three bullets and you swallowed hard, still with the mouth closed.

— So, little girl, what d'you think I should do with you? — He asked, raising one eyebrow and positioning the cold barrel of the gun against your lips. — Should I fuck you out here? Where anyone can see you struggling to take my cock? Or are you the type who prefers to do the dirty work in a more private place, hm?

— P-Please... — You began to speak, growing more and more frightened with every brush of your lips against the barrel of his gun. — I j-just wanna go back to where they are, please, I... — He pressed the pistol more firmly against yours lips and your voice fell silent.

— You're dumber than you look and on top of that, you're behaving very badly, you haven't answered my question. — Your eyes watered again. — Oh, stop crying, sweetheart, you'll almost make me feel guilty for what I'm about to do to you.

— Please, please, lemme go, and.. I-I won't say anything about you to anyone, I swear! — He stared at you for a few seconds.

— You really are dumb, aren't you? — He asked. — Maybe I should just fuck you here and leave your body full of my cum to be found by someone else, what d'you think about it? — You swallowed hard and took a deep breath, your eyes starting to sting from crying.

For survival reasons, you had to restrain yourself in order to have more docile reactions, you didn't want to have a gun bullet buried in your skull.

— Don't take me a-any further away from here, p-please? — You tried to speak without letting your voice get any deeper.

— Oh, so you'd rather I rail you out here? What a lewd little girl. — He whispered, releasing your hands from his grip on his palm and pulling you up by the base of your neck.

Your legs curled a little to support your body, but soon you found yourself standing in front of this man who was extremely stronger than you and broad-shouldered.

His eyes suggestively looked at the garments still covering your body and you understood that he wanted you naked, so soon those clothes were on the floor around your body.

Toji turned away from you momentarily and circled the area in the same way a predator would do if he was admiring his next victim.

— Look at this body... — He remarked with a satisfied smile. — All mine to break and destroy, all mine to use 'til I tire.

Toji stopped behind you, placing the barrel of his gun against the side of your neck and resting his chest against your back while his other hand slid down the sides of your body giving your hips a firm squeeze before slipping it between your legs only to rub his fingertips against your folds that were slowly starting to get wet.

— And you're still a dirty slut who gets wet being chased through the trees, I knew from the start when I first laid eyes on you that you were the type to only pretend to be innocent. — His fingers withdrew from between your legs to rise up to your eye level and you felt terrible looking them wet and feeling the arousal drip from your entrance to inner thighs. — Look at you already getting wet like this, now, why don't you get down on your knees like a good girl for me, hm?

— I-I might know your name at least... — You spoke in a whisper, inevitably shrugging shoulders at his watchful gaze and doing as he commanded, feeling your knees quickly begin to chafe from direct exposure to the uneven soil of the place.

— Call me Toji, and be sure to remember my name well when I'm deep inside you. — He answered, still crouching behind you and putting one leg between yours.

His right hand spread over your back and forced your body forward and back, soon the side of your face was pressed against the same floor your knees were on and you were fully on all fours with your back to Toji, who felt his cock getting harder and harder under his underpants and pants.

He loved forcibly subduing stupid little girls like you and you were not even the third girl in a week that he took advantage of without any remorse. It was precisely this feeling of being forced to submission by an aggressive and violent stranger that was managing to make your exposed pussy leak against the fabric of his jeans.

Toji leaned over your body, brushing his lips against your ear and whispering:

— I know you are thirsty for me to use you now, to fuck you raw. — Toji slid the pistol's free hand down your torso until it reached your pelvis and cunt, where it began to circle and press on your clit, occasioning more of your arousal fluid to escape. — Your pussy won't let you lie, it's almost begging me to bury my cock in it and fill it with my cum, I'm sure you can feel your own pussy clenching around nothing as I speak, can't you? I know you can. — He applied more pressure against your clit and smiled wickedly noticing your hips trying to force themselves upward in search of more of his fingers. — See, you stupid slut? You could scream that you don't want this, try to convince yourself that you don't, but your body says otherwise, love.

And then Toji began to work his hand against your pussy, sometimes concentrating on stimulating your clit and other times penetrating your wet insides with his long fingers, making your walls expand and squeeze them hard.

Every time the tip of them bent and hit that spongy spot that made you roll your eyes in pleasure and need to bite your mouth to not let any moans escape, your orgasm got closer and closer.

The knot in the pit of your tummy was driving you almost crazy, you wanted to cum so bad and you wanted more of Toji's rough touch, treating you like a ragdoll.

Your eyes closed tightly as your body was so close to cumming. Just a few more stimulations from his fingers. But Toji pulled his hand away from you with a mischievous laugh escaping his lips, you looked over one shoulder at him with your face completely contorted with frowns and mouth hanging open from the pleasure.

— Oh, sweetheart, did you really think I'd let you cum so easily like that? — Toji brought his fingers to his lips, licking them slowly before going to unbutton and unzip his pants and, after that, pulling his underwear down with them.

As soon as your eyes fell on his dick leaking pre-cum, you were absolutely certain that it would hurt more than you could bear without screaming when he entered you

Long, big, that's Toji Fushiguro.

His hand eventually left the pistol on the floor away from your body to put both hands on your waist, lifting you to stand with your cunt in front of the tip of his cock and start rubbing it against your wet folds. And you moaned because of the sensitivity, fully aware that you needed just the right stimulation to make you cum; your orgasm was still so close it hurt.

And the right stimulation came in the form of a strong thrust that Toji used to push himself into you.

Your whole body broke down and there was no time for the synapses in your brain to register the mind-blowing pain of having your walls stretched almost to the limit, with the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

You had orgasmed. With a simple thrust of him into you.

You would have fallen forward if that man's firm hands hadn't been gripping your hips tightly and holding you still, legs trembling unable to support your weight, vision almost going white.

— Fuck, did you just cum for having me invading you? Such a needy whore. — Propelling your body upward and making your back count his firm chest, Toji ran one hand up your tits, squeezing them in the process, clamped it to your chin and pulled your face down so that you could see where his cock was entering you, the length of it wet now from both his own pre-cum and your newly released arousal. — Look how you try to take it all in your greedy pussy. — He pulled his entire cock out of you only to thrust fully into you again.

Your back arched as you felt him slam against your cervix again and the moans coming from your mouth were shamelessly too loud for someone who shouldn't be enjoying the situation. Your desperate mouth opened wide for air and Toji took the opportunity to turn your head to the side and let a trickle of his saliva fall into your mouth, and you swallowed like the good girl he wanted you to be.

His hips began to thrust against yours with force, in a rhythm that gradually turned to be a more bestial, more violent one.

Your body rising and falling along with his, ass and hips gradually becoming redder from the impact of flesh on flesh, walls squeezing his cock tighter and tighter, eyes beginning to water again, but this time because of the overstimulation, and your whole body trembling with hands desperately gripping the sides of Toji's larger-than-life body partly to get more balance as far as possible, partly to make sure he wouldn't pull away again without letting you reach orgasm.

Your mouth desperately drooling and letting little "Please" and "Toji" escape in the form of moans, he had totally corrupted you, turned you into a slut in need of his cock in a matter of a few minutes, just under an hour.

— You bouncing around on my cock like a good girl, what a sigh. — Toji whispered in your ear, his low voice sending several shivers down your back. — What d'you want, hm? Want me to shoot my cock deep inside you and let you carry my babies? Want me to breed you and make you carry my seed back to camp like a good obedient whore?

And contradicting everything your own common sense had been whispering in your ear all along, your head desperately nodded and a slurred "Y-Yes, ple... please" escaped yours lips.

So Toji kept sinking inside you. And again, the same knot as before in the bottom of your belly indicated that your second orgasm was coming and you wanted so badly to know what it felt like to have your womb filled to the brim with cum, even if it was from that obnoxious man.

In an erratic thrust, his dick ended up painting your walls white, those hot spurts inside your pussy making you moan even more and end up coming just a short time later as Toji continued to move his hips back and forth, this time slowing down little by little, just to make sure you got his cum as deep as possible, even though your cunt was too small to hold qll his load and it would eventually leak a little.

He pulled his cock out of you, spread your legs a little wider so that you could see your pussy spurting some of the liquid and grunted softly at the scene.

You were such a good and useful fucktoy for him, taking his dick without complaint.

— You're so cockdrunk now, doll, so pretty and all just for me. — Toji pulled your face up to take your lips in a kiss that meant nothing but willingness to keep using your body until he was done ruining you. — What d'you think about me keeping you as my favorite fucktoy, uh? — From the cocky smile on his lips decorated with that scar, you couldn't tell if he was serious or if you wanted him to be.

But then, without Toji's objection, you just stood back slightly and began to silently manage to gather your clothes with legs still wobbly and trembling, plus your hips could barely move properly and brain didn't know how to begin to formulate an excuse to give your friends when you got back to the camping place.

Before you could finish buttoning those shorts, feeling Toji's cum leak out through the slit in your pussy and wet the bottom of your panties, he grabbed your wrist and squeezed lightly.

— I'm coming for you in Tokyo, so I hope you're ready to be chased again, this time through the city streets. — Toji opened a cynical smile and you felt your cheeks heat violently, obviously that everything was a game to him.

And you wanted to ask him how he knew you, for what reason he "chose" you. He didn't seem like the kind of criminal who picked his victims randomly, but shame flooded through you violently as you realized that you really had fucked a guy who is wanted by the police, who kills people all over town like it was nothing. Not fear, just shame.

— Oh, why are you so gloomy now? — Toji began to button his pants after pulling up his underwear. — You must be wondering how I know ya and how I knew you would be here today, right? Well... you know my son.