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angelltheninth · 3 days ago

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I have yet to see Kpop demon hunters today but I am craving for Jinu smut, But also I don’t like noncon/dubcon in the slightest but if this feels like it so be it lol, So may I request Jinu x huntrix member fem reader? When reader decides to investigate the saja boys by herself, The rest of the girls are obviously worried about her safety but she tells them that she’ll be okay, Cut to a couple hours later with Jinu absolutely pounding reader from behind and making her cum nonstop just as he wanted to ever since he layed eyes on her.

I can do dub-con. I don't think people realize it's a very common kink.

Pairing: Jinu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, rough sex, creampie, body betrayal, enemies who fuck, possessive sex, biting, hate sex

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A/N: This movie now lives rent free in my head.

You should have listened to your friends, you should have never went after Jinu all by yourself, you should have brought backup. Now you're bent over his bed, getting your pussy pounded raw and hard from behind. "Either you and yours are getting sloppy or you're really stupid for thinking you could defeat us on your own. Or even just defeat me. Or, hah, maybe, you came here hoping this would happen."

As soon as you heard him suggest such a thing you turned your head to glare at him. Jinu grinned, his smile as demonic as it always was, no longer hidden behind that pretty facade. With your arms pinned and held behind your back you could barely move, and whenever you did you just took his cock, over and over. It was driving you insane.

"Go fuck yourself, you goddamn bastard." You gritted through your teeth, biting back your moans as his thrusts kept getting faster and faster, deeper, almost like he was trying to punish you for acting foolish. "I would never stoop so low... to want someone like you." A high pitched moan escaped from your lips when you felt the sting of his hand on your ass.

"You say that, demon hunter, but your cunt is drooling for me, so tight and wet. Hear that, how sloppy and slutty you pussy gets with demon cock in it?" He slammed his cock into you, in and out, making your legs tremble and your vision blurry. "Be honest, it'll feel so much better."

You shook your head as you felt yourself blushing. You hated it, how good Jinu's cock felt inside of you, how good this felt and yet it was so wrong. You hated him, you should hate this too so why was your body working against you in this moment? Why couldn't you tell him to go to hell like you so many times before?

"Better, that's a good girl. No more fighting me. Don't worry, this can be our little secret, no one has to know how you whore yourself out for me." His body pressed fully against your, his demonic fangs nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck and shoulder. "I won't tell if you won't, demon hunter. You got my word." The glare you gave him was challenging, you hoped threatening but that was impossible with the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin and your pussy taking his hard cock while you moaned.

"Your word... means nothing to me." You hissed, putting as much venom and hatred in your voice as you could have. He didn't seem pleased with that, he bared his long teeth at you and you hated how your pussy clenched around him when you saw them.

"Really? Fine, makes no difference to me. But see how your team feels when you come back to them, with your cunt freshly fucked and filled with demon cum." You watched him transform from his human form into his demon form, and god, his cock felt even better like this. "I don't care if you believe me or not but I'm gonna make sure you never forget this moment. The moment when you came from being fucked by me, because of my cock, because I made you feel so good!"

With one final thrust he pushed both your bodies over the edge, and you stopped yourself just in time to not scream his name. You didn't want to feed his ego any more than you already have. Jinu laughed maniacally as he fucked his seed deep into your pussy, the wet, messy noises only adding to his feral, wild nature.

"Fuck, yes, oh, wanted this... ever since I first saw you. Wanted to carve the shape of my cock into your cunt. Make you mine." He ended with a long kiss on your shoulder, still holding you while your body trembled and your vision swam. "Mine, only mine from now on." You expected him to be rough as he pulled out but he wasn't, he was slow, stopping as he heard you hiss and whimper. "Now that's a pretty little sight."

You heard a flash of a camera and turned to see Jinu smirking with his phone in his hand, his cock still out, dripping with the combination of your release. "You...! Gross! You have no shame!"

Jinu stuck his tongue out at you, "A little keepsake for me. To tide me over until our next time."

An unpleasant, or maybe pleasant, shiver went through you at the suggestion of a next time with him. "That won't happen. I'm going to bring you to your knees before then!"

"Oh? If you wanted me on my knees all you had to do was ask. I'm very good with my tongue. I can show you next time." His words and lewd gestures made your stomach tie into knots, and an uncomfortable heat form. "I could do it now. Seems like you might need some cleaning up."

Furious you stood up on your wobbly legs and slapped him. It was pathetic, that this was the best you could muster in this moment, but it also felt good to catch him off guard. "You're dead next time I see you."

Despite the slap he grinned at you, licking his lips, "Looking forward to it, my demon hunter." He winked at before he snapped his fingers next to your ear. For a moment you didn't understand what he did, then your vision started blurring. You tried to hit him again but ended up collapsing against him. "Let's get you somewhere where the others will find you." Barely coherent you thought you felt his lips press against your forehead before you fully passed out.

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yupstillaghost · 2 days ago

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✨️Halo & Horns🥀

Part 2

Erik Campbell x Pastor's Daughter Reader

Part 1

Summary: Your parents said you're not allowed to see Erik again after your father caught you alone with him. Erik is unphased by your father's threats towards him, so he makes an attempt to contact you.

Warnings: oral piercing, swearing, strict parents, talks of religion, extreme romantic tension and tooth rotting fluff, shirtless Erik. MDNI

Other: No use of Y/N, description of articals of clothing reader is wearing, but no physical description of reader.

Author's note: so many people wanted to be on the tag list, but unfortunately, I'm capped at 50 mentions per post. So if you didn't make it, I'm sorry 😞 also not me just getting a sudden burst of inspiration and deciding to drop part 2 out of nowhere.

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As soon as you got home from the Campbell's house, you received a lengthy lecture from your parents on the importance of supervised dating. Your father explained that temptation is everywhere, and it's always waiting for us to have a moment of weakness in order to strike. Then your mother explained the importance of faith in relationships and marriage and how Erik Campbell was not the right fit for you. Your father agreed of course.

"That Campbell boy might have seemed charismatic sweetheart, but so was Satan himself" he preached to you. "Dad, don't you think its unfair to judge someone based on their looks and one conversation?" You asked in a meek tone.

"Perhaps. But I could tell straight away that Campbell is not a man of God and he would not be a good influence on you. So it's important that you stay away from him" your dad explained in a more calm manner in hopes of getting through to you. You looked to your mom for her opinion, but she looked back at you with an apologetic glint in her eyes.

"Sweetie, we only want what's best for you" your mother cooed "besides, there are plenty of fish in the sea." You allowed your shoulders to drop and stared down at your lap, feeling defeated. Once your parents indicated that you were free to go, you got off the living room couch and practically bolted to your room. You wanted to slam the door to show your parents how upset you were, but you knew that would only lead to you getting your door taken off the hinges like when you were a child.

You were a grown woman, but your parents still treated you like a little girl and you hated it. But unfortunately, your father was a firm believer in the classic saying "you live under my roof, you live by my rules."

You changed into your pajamas and immediately climbed into bed. You were so troubled after the conversation with your parents that you didn't even have the energy to finish the moth creature in your sketch book. You tried to distract yourself by doom scrolling on your phone, but not even that helped.

Your mind was overloaded with thoughts of Erik. His pale blue eyes, his voice, his little grin, the softness and warmth of his tatted skin. You repeated your interaction with him in your head over and over like a cassette tape stuck on an endless loop. You screwed your eyes shut and roughly ran your hands through your hair before yanking your covers up and over your head. "God, please let me forget him" you prayed silently in the darkness, almost in tears. "Please let me forget about Erik Campbell."

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The next morning, you sat at the breakfast table staring blankly into your cup of coffee with newly pronounced under eye bags. You barely slept the night before because your prayers to forget about Erik went unanswered. You were up a majority of the night thinking about him, and when you did finally manage to fall asleep, he was waiting for you in your dreams. It was like there was an Erik sized cockroach infestation in your brain.

"Sweetheart, do you mind fetching the mail please? Your father asked you while cutting his sausage links your mother prepared for him. All you did was nod as you slowly stood up and sluggishly walked to the front door.

You made your way down the driveway to the mailbox, the bottom of your fuzzy pink slippers dragging on the pavement. You squinted as the morning sun assaulted your corneas. You were too tired for all of this. It was all Erik's fault. You reached into the mailbox and pulled out an assortment of envelopes. You held them in front of you and sifted through them as you walked back up your driveway.

Bills, bank statements, junk mail, and a folded piece of paper that caught your attention. You stuffed all the other mail under your armpit so you could use both hands to unfold the paper. Once you fully unfolded it, your eyebrows threaded together in confusion. It was a flier for a local tattoo parlor.

"Marked Tattoo & Body Piercing Studio" you read the flier aloud to yourself. It was a strange thing to find in your mailbox, to say the least. Sure, you would sometimes receive fliers in the mail for all sorts of things, but never a tattoo parlor. You couldn't help but feel like there was some sort of significance to it. Your mind wandered to Erik again and the tattoos that adorned his arms.

"Wait a minute...Erik is a tattoo artist" you thought to yourself. Your eyes scanned the flier again. You looked at the address and phone number printed at the bottom of the shop's name. There, next to the shop's phone number, was the letters EC scribbled on the paper. Your eyes went wide when the realization hit you. Those weren't just any random couple of letters, they were someone's initials. EC...Erik Campbell.

Erik was trying to communicate with you discreetly by leaving the flier for his work in your mailbox. So clever, but so risky. You could only imagine what would have happened if it wasn't you who found it. You quickly refolded the paper and shoved it into the pocket of your pj shorts as you swiftly walked up to the front door of your home.

You handed the mail to your dad, and you tried your best to calmly and nonchalantly walk up the stairs to your bedroom. Once you were inside with the door securely shut, you plopped onto your bed and took the flier out of your pocket. With slightly shakey hands, you picked up your phone and dialed the number on the flier.

"What if he doesn't answer?" You considered "What if I'm wrong about this?" Your nerves had your whole body buzzing with anxiety and anticipation. You decided you had to at least give it a try, so you slowly pressed the call button and put the phone to your ear. The phone only rang twice on the other end before someone picked up.

"Marked Tattoo & Body Piercings, Erik speaking" said the familiar male voice on the phone. You gasped slightly as soon as Erik's monotone customer service voice hit your ear. You were shaking. You couldn't believe you were right about the flier and that it was Erik on the phone with you.

"Umm..hi" you spoke softly to make sure your parents couldn't hear you. "Is that you, Peach?" Erik said with more vitality in his tone. You could practically hear the smirk on his lips through the phone.

"Ya..its me" you giggled nervously. You didn't exactly plan out what you were going to say to Erik if he picked up the phone, so to say you were nervous would be an understatement.

"I see you found my little easter egg" he chuckled on the other end. "Yes I did. I applaud your creativity, Campbell" you teased. You heard Erik bite back a laugh on the other end of the phone and your heart rate started to pick up. Just a few hours ago, you thought you would never hear his voice again. But there he was talking right into your ear.

"Well, you left before I could ask for your number yesterday, and I knew I couldn't just walk up to your door because then your old man would start shoving a crucifix in my face" Erik explained with sarcasm at the end. You held back a giggle after what he said about your dad. It was funny to you because it was pretty spot on.

"That's a fair assumption" you agreed with amusement in your voice. The banter between the two of you made you forget your nerves and the fact that you're not even supposed to be talking to Erik. You didn't care. You missed him, you needed this. You needed to hear his voice. You heard Erik take a deep breath through the phone.

"Listen, Peach, the thing is I can't stop thinking about you. I know your parents don't want me near you but honestly, I don't really give a fuck..I need to see you." Erik's confession rocked you. You were dumbfounded. You spent all night thinking about him, and it filled your stomach with an unimaginable amount of butterflies to think that he was going through the same thing.

"You still there?" Erik asked softly. You didn't realize how long you were quiet for. "Ya, I'm still here" you whispered "I wanna see you too, Erik." You and Erik exchanged numbers over the phone while you tried to stay as quiet as possible. Adrenaline was pumping throughout your body. If your parents walked in on you, this could all be ruined immediately.

"Is there any chance I could see you tonight?" Erik asked while sounding hopeful. "You could come by the shop after closing. It would just be the two of us. No witnesses."

You took a minute to ponder the possibility. You thought about how you could go about seeing Erik without your parents finding out. You looked at the flier again, it said the shop closed at 9:00pm. You then remembered you had Bible study tonight at 8:00 with girls from your new church. Judging by the address on the flier and the address of the girls' house that would be hosting Bible study, you could leave early and head right there.

"That sounded creepy, didn't it? I'm sorry, Peach" Erik blurted out, interrupting your thoughts. You giggled as a way to reassure him.

"No it wasn't, I was just thinking it over. I have Bible study tonight, but I can leave early" you said to him through a whisper. You heard Erik let out a single chuckle and you just knew there was a smirk on his lips.

"You're really willing to sneak around for me? Your dad would probably tie boulders to my ankles and throw me in a river if he finds out" Erik exaggerated. Though his assumption was extreme, you smiled none the less at his strange sense of humor.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him" you responded, feeling like a rebellious teenager for making plans to meet up with a guy you were told to stay away from.

"Then I guess I'll see you tonight, Peach" Erik mumbled in a husky tone. "And bring those drawings of yours with you. I'd love to see them." With that, you said your quiet goodbyes and hung up the phone.

You stared at your bedroom wall and let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. You were stunned by what you just did. You talked to Erik on the phone. You made plans to meet up with him tonight. Your stomach turned wildly. You felt a twinge of guilt for disobeying your parents, but your excitement to see Erik again overpowered it. You were an adult, your parents couldn't keep telling you what to do. You wanted desperately to be free of their rules and expectations, and if the only way to do that was to sneak around, then so be it.

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You were bouncing your leg with your Bible in your lap as you sat in the circle of women discussing a verse from... Genesis? Exodus? You couldn't remember because you weren't really paying attention. You kept stealing glances at the clock on the wall. It was almost 9:00pm, which meant it was almost time for your rendezvous with Erik. You closed your Bible gently and placed it in your small backpack next to your sketch book. It was time for you to make your escape.

"I'm gonna head out girls, I'm not feeling well" you lied expertly, standing up from your chair and swinging your backpack onto your shoulders. They all wished you well, and you were out the door and power walking to your car in no time. You got into the driver's seat and put the address of the tattoo parlor into your phone's GPS app. You drove the whole way there with a swirly feeling in your stomach, your clamey hands gripping the steering wheel.

When you arrived, your heart felt like it was going explode out of your chest. You made sure to park down the street instead of parking right in front of the shop. You didn't want anyone you knew to drive by and possibly recognize your car. You walked up to the shop with your hood up, feeling like you were about to do something illegal. Seeing the tatted and pierced man you had a crush on wasn't illegal of course, but you couldn't risk getting caught.

You walked into the shop, and almost instantly, you felt out of place. The tattoo parlor was dimly lit and the brick walls gave it an industrial feel. The decor was definitely something your parents would turn their noses up to, but you kind of liked it. The place looked cluttered, but it seemed like an organized clutter.

Throughout the shop were black leather stools and tattoo chairs with a matching black leather couch in the waiting area. The shelves that held various objects like oddities and bottles of tattoo ink were accented with red led lights. It gave the shop more lighting while also adding a sensual feel. Your blue jeans and lavender hoodie were the only colorful things in the whole shop. A stark contrast indeed.

You peered around the corner of the front desk, looking for the man you were there to see. You could hear faint talking over the death metal music playing on the Bluetooth speakers, so you followed the voice.

You then found Erik hiding in the corner of the shop, but he wasn't alone. He was sitting in one of the stools with a girl in the tattoo chair in front of him. It seemed like he was finishing a piercing he did for her. Judging by his gloved hands working in the girl's mouth, he must have given her a tongue piercing.

You cringed a little at the thought. Not because of the tongue ring itself, but you couldn't imagine how bad it must have hurt. You heard Erik trying to have a conversation with the girl while having his hands in her mouth. You stifled a giggle, watching his attempt as you stood about 10 feet away from them.

"So there's this girl, right? She's extremely gorgeous and super sweet. We met at my parent's barbecue yesterday, we got to talking, and we completely hit it off." The girl in chair just made agreeable noises as Erik continued his monolog while screwing on the ball of her new piercing.

"Now I get to hang out with her after work tonight. I'm psyched out of my mind about it. I feel like I could run a fucking marathon" Erik finished screwing on the ball of the piercing and the girl brought her tongue back in her mouth.

Erik looked to his right and saw you standing idoly by, waiting for him to notice you. You felt a whole wave of emotions crash over you when his muted blue eyes connected with yours, but you stomped them down so you wouldn't be overwhelmed. You shyly waved at Erik, and he flashed you that grin that you were thinking about the whole day.

"There she is," Erik cooed to you. "Mind waiting for me up front, Peach? I'm just finishing up." You nodded while replying with a "mhm" before turning and walking back to the front of the shop.

You sat down on the leather couch while you listened to Erik go over the aftercare instructions with the girl he just pierced. You then watched as the girl left out the door, already touching her new tongue ring despite Erik telling her not to. You heard footsteps approaching the front of the shop and Erik came into view from around the corner. He went to the door and locked it and then proceeded to flip the "come in, we are open!" sign to "sorry, we are closed."

"I thought you said no witnesses" you said to him with a smirk to let him know you were only teasing. Erik smirked back at you followed by a snort.

"She came in 10 minutes before closing time, and it was only a piercing. If she came in this late wanting a tattoo, I would have told her to kick rocks." You smiled at him but then you bit the corner of you lip when you realized what he was wearing.

Erik had on the same black skinny jeans and combat boots you saw him in yesterday, but it was the upper part of him that had you stunned. He was wearing a black leather jacket but he didn't have a shirt on underneath. You could see bits of more tattoos that you didn't know he had poking out of the jacket.

You saw a black and gray dragon that spanned across his chest right underneath his collarbones. It was so dark but so detailed that you could still tell what it was from a mile away. Right below it is what probably had you the most speechless. Right under the dragon was a huge skull tattoo that took up the remaining skin of his torso. You just sat there and marveled at him as he sauntered over to you. This man was going to be the death of you.

"Like what you see, Sweets?" Erik spoke in a gravely tone, taking notice of where your eyes were focused. You snapped out of your daze and looked up at Erik, who was now standing over you. You stood up quickly and gazed at Erik with a sheepish look on your face.

"Sorry I was just..." you trailed off, racking your brain for an excuse for your staring. "Don't be sorry, I didn't get these tattoos for people to not look at them" Erik reassured you.

"Did you draw these too?" You asked with curiosity as you took a step closer and placed a hand on the dragon adorning his chest. You quickly realized you were touching Erik's tattoos without checking with him first yet again. There was something about him that just made you forget what personal space was. You tried to withdraw your hand from him, but he gently took your wrist and placed your hand back on his bare chest.

"I don't mind you touching my tattoos, Sweets" Erik said in a low voice, practically reading your mind. The close proximity you found yourself in with him made your brain short circuit. You weren't standing this close to him yesterday. If you were, your father would definitely have an aneurysm.

Erik still had his hand wrapped around your wrist, so he pulled your hand to the right side of his chest. There, you could feel his heart beating rapidly, and you instinctively flattened your palm. Your previous question to Erik was long forgotten, and so was the tattoo on his chest. All you could focus on was his heart rate and the fact that it matched your own.

You were brought out of your head by Erik using his other hand to lift your chin so you could look into his eyes. His eyes gave you that sparkle from yesterday. You didn't realize just how much you missed Erik until now.

Your senses were overloaded with him. The warmth of his skin under your palm. The smell of his cologne mixed with the smell of ink. The sound of his steady breathing in the quiet tattoo parlor. The way that he looked just as handsome and dangerous as the last time you saw him. All that was left was...taste.

No, you couldn't, not yet. It was too soon. You were moving too fast. You slowly took your hand off Erik's chest, his grip on your wrist letting go at the same time. You dropped your gaze down to your feet as you exhaled a stuttering breath. Erik wasn't ready to let you go, but he didn't want to overwhelm you any further. So he settled for holding your delicate fingers in his large hands.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to come on so strong" Erik whispered his apology with sincerity in his voice. Your overwhelmed state shifted to embarrassment. You did not have a lot of experience with romance due to your religious upbringing, and you feared it was evident to him now. What women in her 20s gets overwhelmed by just the probability of a kiss?

"You're fine Erik its just.." you dared to glance back up at him to see a worried look in his bluish gray eyes. "I just don't want to move too fast" you finished with a meek tone. Erik brought a hand to your upper arm and squeezed it gently.

"We can move at whatever pase you want, Peach. I'm here for the ride either way." Erik spoke to you softly while showing you a genuine smile with teeth. Your cheeks took on a pinkish hue after hearing his words. You beamed at him, feeling grateful that he was so patient and understanding.

"So, do you want to see my drawings?" You asked him shyly, and he instantly beamed at you.

"I'd love to"

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mizgnomer · 2 days ago

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Behind the Scenes of The 60th Anniversary Specials - Part Seven

Excerpt from Emily Cook's interview with David and Catherine for Doctor Who Magazine #593:

“As I said earlier,” says Catherine, “I’m not on social media so I have no idea what the reaction was [to the announcement of David & Catherine returning to Doctor who]. As long as they remember us, that’s where my bar is.” “It’s just nice not to have to lie to friends anymore,” says David. “It’s nice to be a bit more open about what one’s doing, without giving too many details away.” “It was a big secret,” stresses Catherine. “It was very under the radar.” Was there anyone they entrusted the secret to? “There are a couple of people in my life who sort of figured it out and I didn’t disabuse them,” says David. “Then there were a couple of people I told just before the announcement. Like my kids.” What was their reaction? “The really sweet reaction was Ty, who’s 20 and of course was a kid when I was on Doctor Who the first time round. He was absolutely delighted. I don’t think I’ve pleased Ty that much probably ever. So that was very pleasing. Because he’s the generation that experienced it as a kid and is now old enough to enjoy the revisitation of that.” “I told my daughter quite early on,” says Catherine. “Is she good at keeping big secrets, though?” asks David. “Very very very. And then I realised as I said it… I thought, ‘Oh, I’m not sure I should have given that information to a teenager. To be like, ‘Don’t tell anyone for a year.’ But she didn’t.” “You don’t want to burden someone with a secret like that, in a way,” considers David. “Because it is a bit toxic when it’s so closely guarded. There were a couple of people who’d obviously got wind of it somehow, who asked me straight out and I just lied to their face. And then last Sunday, whenever the announcement was, I had to do lots of messaging around going, ‘I did lie to your face, I hope you’ll understand, I’m sure you know how it works.’ So there was a bit of that.”

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mullermilkshake · 2 days ago

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Don't listen to my heart.

Satoru's done something horrible.

Satoru Gojo x Siren!Fem!reader x Suguru Geto Tags - Depictions of violence, Manipulation, Blood, Mentions of murder, Love triangle, Abuse, Psychological abuse, Promises of sex

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“Satoru?... what are you- wait, no! Don’t do this, I love you- please!”

The last moments you had that night ruminated in your head, how someone so adored by everyone on campus grounds could do something so horrible to someone he claimed to love.

Your stockings were all laddered, dirt stained knees and leaves stuck to your jacket where the fluff had clumped together and gone crispy. How you were still functioning in heels was something you did not dwell on, though it didn't help you stop tripping up over the gavel and hard twigs you couldn't see so well behind the smudged mascara and glassy eyes.

How could he have done that to you? It should never have happened. Satoru Gojo should never have been allowed to hurt you like that. But yet, he still got a way with it.

You found your phone luckily, thrown down into the grass about a mile away. Calling someone at this time of night wasn’t exactly full proof, but the chance was thinning that anyone would answer at all.

So you chose your person carefully.

“Hello?” The sleepy voice drawled over the speaker in your ear and spoke your name. “Is that you?... what are- are you alright?”

He must have heard you sobbing silently after a familiar voice finally answered after several rings. “S-suguru… I need help.”

You heard a rustle, a panic on the other end. “What happened?”

“Satoru… h-he hurt me. I-I don’t know what happened but he’s gone- he left me out here.”

“That motherfuck- where are you, can you tell me where you are? I’ll come and get you.”

Glancing around for a sign, you noticed the old lane leading up the the farmhouse on the edge of town. Both you and Suguru had been there before.

“Do you remember last years halloween party?”

“The one Shoko threw for Utahime’s graduation?”

“Yeah. I-I’m out by that lane… and it’s so dark anyone could be out here- he just left me!” You sniffled and used the cuff of your jacket to wipe your nose.

“I’m already on my sway, sweetie. Can you hold on for ten minutes- want to stay on the phone with me?” Based on the sounds, you could tell that Suguru had already left his dorm room.

You nodded to him like he was there in front of you. “I’d like that. I don’t want to be alone tonight. I’m hurting so bad.”

Suguru kept reiterating that you were safe now, that you weren’t going to be alone for the remainder of the night and even offered you to stay at his dorm room and kick Satoru out of it if he waltzed back in there when he took you back. He was absolutely fuming, seething that his best friend hurt you.

When he arrived, the car tires screeched to a halt and Suguru practically climbed out of the car before it fully came to a stop. “Sweetie… oh my god- what the fuck did he do to you?"

You ran into his arms and clung to him, sobbing into his chest. “I-I don’t know, he just just went crazy… told me I was no good and lashed out.”

Suguru embraced you lovingly and stroked your hair to soothe you. “It’s alright, I’m here now. What the hell is he thinking- I thought you two were dating?”

“No!” You yanked yourself away from him for the correction and clutched at his tear stained t-shirt. “We weren’t, he kept asking and asking and I just wasn’t interested. But then I decided to give him the chance because he just wouldn’t take no for an answer… Anything you saw, it was all for show because I wasn’t sure how much I could trust him when I like someone else!”

You tried to stop yourself before it was too late but it slipped out, you watched Suguru’s eyes soften in your presence while his knuckles stroked your cheek to calm you.

“You aren’t dating? I…”

“It’s you, Suguru. I… like you. But Satoru just never left me alone, I thought it would be weird so I never told you.”

Suguru smiled enough to know it pleased him, he pressed his forehead to yours and pulled you closer. “I like you too, I just never said anything because Satoru made out you were dating… that being said, I’m calling him.”

Clutching at his shirt again was a hope that he’d just take you back to his so you could shower and get the disgusting day off of your skin. “No- please don’t, what if he comes back?”

“I plan on it. Look, you’re all covered in dirt and what is that?” His eyes widened. “Is that blood?”

“He wanted to have fun with me, but I said no.”

“I need to get you to a hospital-”

He didn’t, you were not mortally injured. “No! No, I’m alright, honestly, I don’t need medical treatment.” It still fuelled Suguru’s fire to get him yanking out his phone from his pocket.

You watched him pace about like a wild animal, or a starving bear awaiting its next meal. He shoved his balled up fist in his pocket with a huff, you could tell by his stance he was ready to fight.

“Satoru, you son of a bitch. What the fuck did you do?” You’d actually never seen Suguru this furious.

“Huh? She’s covered in blood and dirt, what do you mean that’s not possible?” He turned and watched you for a second. “I’m not seeing ghosts, Satoru… You have a lot to answer for and stop dancing around this. I always cover for you, but I won’t this time… huh?”

He turned and narrowed his eyes down the lane towards the farmhouse. “You left her in the dark and now you’re just held up there? Don’t be a coward- you know, you’ve done a lot of things, but this really takes the cake, I won’t defend you anymore.”

You shook your head, you knew he was contemplating doing there, you knew it. He looked away and stared off down the road illuminated by the lights of his car.

“We’ll talk about it when we get there.” It could have been an hour between hanging up and talking to you and you wouldn’t have known the difference. “I think he’s going through some sort of chaotic break…”

“What do you mean?”

That did not sound like Satoru. In fact, it couldn’t have sounded far from the truth if you tried. Satoru Gojo was top of his class, a massive do-gooder and what most would consider a perfect visualisation of the perfect student. But he had a darker side, you saw that tonight.

Suguru shook his head slowly, confused at the things Satoru must have said. “I don’t know… but there’s something not right with him, I’ve never seen him so rattled. And I’m getting to the bottom of this- why he lashed out at you. Come with me.”

“But- wait, what if he tries to hurt me again?!” You pleaded, begging him to leave it, to turn around and walk away form this before someone else got hurt.

“I’ll keep you safe, no way will he hurt you again, alright?” Suguru’s touch was comforting, soothing each tense muscle in your body. “You’re safe now, I promise.”

“O-okay… I trust you.”

Suguru’s gentle smile made everything seem okay, you climbed into the car and took deep breaths all the way up that lane, Suguru’s hand entwined with yours.

When the car pulled up, that comfort vanished. Satoru came storming out of the farmhouse and furiously rubbed his hands through his hair, your blood still on his shirt and cuffs.

“What the fuck- what the fuck?! How the fuck is she still here, Suguru? What sort of games are you playin’?!” He was erratic, delirious and eyeing you like you had killed someone.

Suguru got in between to bridge the gap and threw out his hand to calm him down. “Satoru, you need to calm down for a second, you have blood on you. What have you done?”

Satoru’s shadow stretched over the front of the house, the car's headlights distorting his wired expression. “You don’t get it- you don’t fucking get it-”

He went for you. “How the fuck are you still here, huh?! I did it, I fucking did it and you’re still here!”

“What? What did you do Satoru, what are you talking about?”

You backed away and cowered behind Suguru, sobbing and shaking your head. “You left me on my own, Satoru. Alone in the dark, you just left me!”

“I can’t believe this… No- yes, I can, wait- no I can’t because this isn’t true, it isn’t real.”

“Satoru, tell me what the fuck happened.”

“Because she shouldn’t be here!” Satoru froze, glaring at you like you had indeed killed someone he cared about.

“What are you talking about?”

“She should be in the woods where I left her- Oh this is so typical you to pull this sort of shit!”

Suguru moved you to the side and held Satoru back, pushing Satoru back and away from where you were planted in fear. “Man, you have to calm down- this isn’t like you at all. Tell me what’s going on in your head- you hurt her, right? Why did you do that, why did you think it was okay to hurt her and leave out here in the dark?”

“She should be dead!”

“What?” Suguru shook his head, keeping his friend pinned back, his feet scrambling to keep in place under the soft dirt and gravel.

“I killed her, Suguru. She shouldn’t be here!”

But Satoru had not killed you, even though the knife went straight into your sternum because your appeal just wasn’t working on him anymore. Pity.

It's always the pretty ones who defy the compulsion with their own charm... it makes me sick.

Still, you weren’t about to let Suguru believe that. “He’s crazy, Suguru! He came at me with a knife because I told him I didn’t want to go out with him!”

“Is that true?”

“You lying bitch!” Satoru struggled and reached out to grab you, and he would have had Suguru not shoved him back enough to make him stumble to the floor.

“What the fuck, Satoru? You hurt her and now you’re spewing lies?”

Satoru sat up, though this time he didn’t get up, he didn’t grit his teeth in anger, it was more like desperation. “We already were dating! She’s the one that fucked me up, I wasn’t sleeping, I couldn’t stop thinking about her and the only way to get her out of my head was to get rid of her- my grades were failin’!”

Another stab to the chest only you could deliver. “We never dated, Satoru… it’s all in your head.”

You originally intended for Satoru, being as strong as he was, to do the dirty work you never wanted to do. You had to do it at some point. But his mind was far too strong for you to handle.

Shame.

“It’s not- Suguru, remember when I backed out goin’ to Haibara’s football game? It was because we were fuckin’ in my car in the parking lot- And she called me out tonight because she wanted me to do something back and I lost it okay? But I don't wanna be anywhere near her, everyone’s gonna know what a fucking psycho she is.”

“You asked me out and I came over to tell you to leave me alone, Satoru. Stop lying!”

Suguru’s gaze darted between you and Satoru, clearly conflicted. “Satoru…”

This just wouldn’t do.

You hustled over to Suguru and pulled him close, pressing your lips on his so desperately. He reacted and leant into you, nipping your lip passionately and hugging you tight enough to feel his warmth.

“Oh no…” Satoru sat there, watching. “Oh fuck! Suguru- holy shit.”

When you pulled away, Suguru’s eyes were lidded and relaxed. “I love you.” He said.

“Sugie… Satoru hurt me, he wants to split us up so he can have me for himself. He won’t stop until he takes me away from you. You have to stop him.”

"But... he's like a brother to me. I can't just..."

Just hurry the fuck up. "He told me that if he couldn't have me, no one could. He trash talked you, baby."

"What the fuck- no I didn't!"

Suguru turned slowly, lazily to see Satoru get to his feet. “I... I can’t have you around the woman I want to marry.”

“Jesus christ, Suguru will you listen to yourself? She isn’t your type, she never was- it’s her, she’s the one making you feel this way! It’s how Ino ended up in jail, she’s been doin’ this for months!”

You watched him closely, a sly grin forming its way along your lips. “So you figured it out then?... Y’know you could have gone about your shitty life if you had just done what I asked.”

“I won’t kill anyone.”

“Suguru,” you cooed in his ear, his chest rising and falling quicker than before. The poor dear’s hearts never seemed to last long once you had them under you. “I think it’s time to get rid of Satoru so that he can’t hurt me again, what do you think?”

He shook his head, clearly fighting your words off the back of his neck. “I can't… he’s my best friend.”

Well this was frustrating. “I’ll let you have fun with me if you sort this out tonight. You can do whatever you want to me.”

He was clearly conflicted, free will was difficult to manipulate. But, he nodded anyway. “I’m sorry, Satoru. But I can’t let you hurt her again…”

“Bye Satoru.” You sang and turned away, the sight of blood always made you want to vomit.

“You fucking bitch- Suguru, don’t come over here or I’ll kick your ass. Hold on a second!”

You left the scuffle and waited in the car, locking the doors just in case Satoru actually made it out alive. But, you doubted it. Making men fight over you seemed to be the only pass time in this shitty town. You enjoyed it, having plenty of them in town who would kill just to kiss you.

The creatures were so easily manipulated.

How weak.

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