4 - 2 = 2 Hands

I knew it! A Hashira... So a Hashira did come, after all! That’s great! That will certainly please my master!

it's the stalker.

he was entranced.

by you.

the way your breasts moved freely under your shirt as you fumbled with your curtains after experiencing a brief moment of eye contact. It was heaven. he felt like he died ascended and descended all in a matter of seconds. he couldn't ask for more in the moment. seeing your irises widen then focus on his distant figure, in a split of fear.

but you.

you were alarmed. alarmed by the staring of a random man. you hastily undid your curtains and shut them as fast as you could. quickly your body took you to your door and make sure you locked it. you took a much needed breath but that didn't stop your chest from violently moving up and down. your heart pounding in your ears as you leaned against the door briefly before leaving to go back to what you were previously doing.

you thought that eye contact was bad. but it got worse. you didn't think when bags and bags of things kept showing up to your door. at first small packages that you mindlessly brought inside your home, then, undisguised bags of luxury items and items you wanted but wouldn't buy just as yet. you were warned not to open them but you couldn't help but peek.

and they were real. actual items in the bags and you had to check. something in you told you that this couldn't be real. but it surely was.

you still didn't open or wear a thing. it infuriated him. he didn't buy you these things for them to collect dust. but, besides this, he needs to see you. he's aching for you. so he does.

there you were obliviously window shopping because he knows you're too goddamn responsible to buy the things you want. he watched as you paced up and down the isle. analyzing the clothing and silently cursing to yourself when you check the tag. it made his chest rumble from a quiet chuckle. those leggings you wore hugged your body and infatuated your hips to give you a delicious figure.

oh

you bent over to pick up a shirt you knocked it off the hanger and he got the perfect view of your ass. the movement itself was quick and ridded with embarrassment from making something fall. but it still made his trousers annoyingly tight as he gazed at you.

he couldn't hold himself back anymore. he walked into the store. knowing exactly where you were as he walked in nonchalantly. he seemed confident to anyone around, but inside, he was just trembling. he was turning into where you clearly were but you were leaving at the same time, your shoulder nearly brushed against his as you pasted each other. he could feel the heat of your body past him and he could smell the sweet scent of vanilla coming off your person and he nearly rolled his eyes back.

you were too much for his own good.

and just like that you walked out the door like he was nobody. but he knew you felt it, felt that spark when you glided by one another. it was an electric surge and he couldn't rid it from his body. this lead him to pick up everything that caught your eye in the store and buy it.

he was an irresponsible child when it came to you and materialistic things, but he could care less. money comes and goes, he thought. and you are one in a lifetime for him.

he was nervous around you, popping up at places you least expected it and getting ignored by you only fueled his efforts. and he benefited from it. he talked to you.

he talked to you.

it was brief, like every other interaction you had, but it was an everlasting moment in his mind. you bumped into him this time. oh, how much joy he felt when your warm body clashed with his. it even took you a second longer to detach from him than it would a normal person. you were all over him and he knew it.

you politely said excuse me and stared into his eyes. he couldn't even blink, afraid he would miss a single moment in your presence. he imagined you looking back at him when you walked away and even fantasized that there was a smile on your face but who could even be so sure?

him?

not when he was laying down and imagining you were watching him, just as he was stalking watching you. one hand slithering under his boxers to palm himself while the other held his chest. right where you bumped into him. he contemplated never taking off the sweater, let alone washing it. but that had no space in his mind now. it was too busy thinking of you and your alluring scent.

stroking himself to you alone, he could imagine your warmth against him. your mouth, your tits and of course that hole. any one he wanted. because he knew what he meant to you. he was your prize, just as you were his. he had to work for you and you had to work for him. if that means he has to spend nights just aching and pleading for you, then so be it. he needs you. he needs you so bad it can kill him.

and when the time is right, he will come and see you.

he will break those pathetic petty locks of yours and enter your room. he will peel back those layers of sheets you use to cover that lovely body, and his fingers will run down your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake. he will hook his fingers on your skimpy underwear and pull them down to your ankles.

and he will fuck you.

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a/n: inspired by a dream and no. I cannot elaborate.

[ 18+ ] is this what love supposed to be?

anastasia steele x christian grey

(divorce au)

if this is us, what then?

we're good, we're okay. it's okay at first, we're happy, we get along, we drown on what we want, what we desire. but as time goes on in this.. whatever you call this, whatever this is, i don't even know anymore. is this marriage? is this what marriage supposed to be? is this just it? high and low, sleeping and getting up, submission and domination? i don't even like you anymore. i don't even know you anymore. why are we even still together?

"consequences, christian!" anastasia shouted, her voice is sharp, slicing through the silence of their cold home. but there was something else underneath. something raw, something cracking in the inside that made her face scrunch a little and made her hold back, as if that could even stop the sob that spilled out along her words.

"that is what this is."

song: do i wanna know by hozier

movie/show: a lot

upper rank six: daki and gyutaro + blood demon art

eight layered obi slash & flying blood sickles

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"love is mad. it brings out the worst in people. or maybe it was all a lie. a lie that makes a heart beat and bleed."

𝘁𝘄: explicit scenes

𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗴: gasoline by halsey

𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗺/𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄: saltburn

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Knock three times || Tommy Slater ||

A/n: I am doing it! I am also giving Tommy good parents so they can be some amazing grandparents in 1994.

Part 1 of 2.

Summary: You are from Sunnyvale, the most popular girl in the most perfect town. Well that’s what people say anyway but you don’t want that, you wanted something different, you wanted Tommy Slater. Hiding your relationship with the Shadyside boy was one thing but that fact that you’re dating one Matthew Goode brought a whole new problem when someone spills the beans of yours and Tommy’s relationship.

But that’s not even the tip of your horrible week at Camp Nightwing.

A/n 2: So this was getting really long, I will be continuing this in part 2 which will be including 1994.

Tag List: @mercurypsd​

Warnings:

Death, character death, possession of a character, { Tommy still becomes possessed.}, gore/blood, abuse { Matthew is a dick }, swearing, some hinted at sex.

Song Inspiration:

Knock Three Times-Tony Orlando & Dawn.

Camp Nightwing-1978

Y/n L/n…you were the name that fell from every Sunnvale’s lips. The most popular girl at the camp. You had the looks, the money and the perfect boyfriend. You had to laugh at that one, Matthew Goode was far from being the perfect boyfriend. The man who yelled at you if your make up was out of place or if you talked out of turn.

Now Tommy, Tommy was the perfect boyfriend. He was sweet, made you laugh. It was luck meeting him, thanks to his car breaking down in front of your home. You let him call for a ride and after that you two were inseparable, your cheeks burned from when you would ever remember when you lost yourself to him.

You wished you could show him around, to rub it in everyone’s face that you were dating a boy from Shadyside and you didn’t care but you knew what Matthew would do and you knew how your father would react so for now you would have to keep your relationship a secret.

But you were sick of this, sick of every person from Sunnyvale thinking they are better than the people from Shadyside, sick of hiding your relationship from the one boy that actually cared about you.Though it made your blood boil seeing what Shelia and lackeys were doing to the girl from Shadyside.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing.”

The smile from Sheila’s face vanished, the other girls backing away from the tied up Ziggy. Lighter falling from her hands she did her best to stutter out an accuse. 

People knew not to mess with you, you might have been a camp counselor but your father was also Sunnyvale’s top lawyer, he made people evidence disappear. 

“I…n-nothing..I was only.”

You grabbed the lighter off the ground as the other girls scurried off, Sheila still in a daze until she saw you grab the lighter. “You can’t take that.”

“I just did…now..I’m going to call your parents and your ass is getting sen-.”

“Whoa! Y/n…calm down…let’s not get in over our heads.” 

Whipping your head around a scowl came to your face, of course the Goode’s would be here.

“She was-”

Cutting you off, you winced as Matthew grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. “I said.Let.It.Go.”

Gritting your teeth you reached up then tugged his hand off your face, you then the grabbed the knife out of Nicks hand as you cut Ziggy down you wrapped your arms around the girls waist. “Come on, Let’s get the burn checked out.”

“Whore.” 

Of course Shelia had to open her mouth, slipping the lighter in your pocket you turned to Ziggy giving her a forced smile. “Give me a moment.”

“Huh.”

Turning around your walked over to the girl, your hand slapping hard across her cheek with enough force to send the girl on her ass. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

Returning to Ziggy’s side, the young girl couldn’t help but let out a laugh. “God you’re amazing y/n.”

“Thanks.”

Once you dropped Ziggy off at the nurses office you nearly collide with another body. Blinking you looked up to see the smiling face of your best friend, the girl grasped your hand tugging you towards. “Cindy! at least tell me where you’re dragging me off too.”

Looking around she then pulled you into Shadyside’s counselor Cabin. “Y/n! did you hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Arnie and Alice broke up.”

“So…you’re telling me that you wanna date Arnie?”

“What! No!..Gross!”

Laughing, you gave your friend a smile as you nudged her side. “You gonna make a move?”

“I..”

Eyes softening you squeezed your friends hands. “You should tell her…” Hearing your name being called you mentally rolled your eyes. “Shit…Cindy…I gotta go, I’ll see you tonight.”

Waving goodbye to your friend you quickly slipped out of the Cabin running over to the Sunnyvale side.

You had a game to get ready for.

You stood along with the other Sunnyvale kids, in your hands were balloons filled with the paint of your respected sides.The game was whoever got the most paint on them. The Sunnyvale side held dark blue paint, not to mention how confidant they looked.

While the the Shadyside kids balloons were filled with yellow paint and neither of them looked confidant, well everyone but Tommy. He was smiling at you, the kind of smile he’d give you whenever you too where intimate.

Then with the sound of the whistle the kids from the Sunnyvale side started to hurl the balloons at the kids. most of the Shadysiders stood their ground while others fled. You were about to just walk about until you felt a balloon hit your blue shirt, the yellow paint exploding over it as some even hit your face. 

“Come and get me Princess.”Looking up in shock you noticed a smiling Tommy waving his hand as he then took off running.

“Oh you are dead Slater.” Ignoring the chaos around you, you followed the mans laugh as he vanished into the woods. You knew he was running towards the docks.

Still holding onto your balloon, you ducked under a branch. A full smile forming on your face as you noticed Tommy. His back was turned to you, sneaking up behind him you quickly slammed the balloon on his back. Blue paint now coating his skin.

“Ah! Shit! Y/n?” 

Laughing you covered your mouth to stifle the sound. You watched as Tommy gave you a half smile. The blue pain some how made it to his hair, walking close to you he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist lifting you in the air. Holding you close, he let the paints that were covering yours and his mix together. 

“Tommy! stop.”Laughter still leaving your lips you let your legs wrap around his waist as he brought you in for a soft kiss.

“Wanna go for a swim?”

Sighing you glanced at the edge of the docks. “Well we do have to get this paint off some how.”

“Hold on tight Princess.”

Pinching the mans cheeks he let out a small yelp before taking a running leap into the water.

Coming up for some air, you felt Tommy’s fingers run down your neck as he pushed a strain of hair out of your eyes. 

Smiling at the boy you let him wrap his arms around your waist to keep you balanced in the water. His other hand helping you scrub the paint that was on your skin.

“Tommy Slater…you are an amazing boyfriend.”

“Well what can I say…I have you to thank for that.” he states grabbing your wrist gently placing a kiss on it.

With the games down with you couldn’t help but scowl at the mess your own kids did. “Little shits.”

After some fun time with Tommy in the waters you knew the smart thing to do was to change out of your wet clothes.

Wrinkling your nose you turned the radio on, the song Knock three times started to blast throw. Smiling to yourself you turned it up a bit more as you started to sing and dance to the song as you cleaned.

“You don’t even know me, I love you.” Your voice ringing out in the empty mess hall, you didn’t even notice someone slipping into the room as you mopped the floor.

Watching you dance, Tommy couldn’t help but smile. It was one of the cutest things he’s seen you do, not to mention you were a good singing. Grinning he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Oh, my darling, knock three times.” You danced around the mop but stopped but stopped when you heard three loud knocks on the table.

“Shit! Tommy!”

“Please don’t stop on my account.”

Letting out a small groan you rolled your eyes as you walked over to the stereo. “Okay…I need to finish cleaning…now if you excuse me.”

“Wait…let me help you.” grasping your hand he made you do a little spin as he started to sing along to the song.

“Oh, my sweetness“

Laughing you let the man give you a dip, you both dancing around the room. “Means you’ll meet me in the hallway.” He spun you over to where one of the pipes where. “Oh, twice on the pipe” 

Tapping on the pipe you let your arms wrap around his neck as his hands moved to your hips. “Means you ain’t gonna show.”

While your weren’t getting much cleaning done, you were having fun with your boyfriend.

“Hey babe.”

Hiding the scowl on your face you had to force a smile instead just as you placed the cleaning supplies away. Of course he had to be the one to show up here.

“Matt…to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Can’t a guy come see his beautiful girlfriend…now give me a smile Y/n.”

“Fuck off Matt.I’m not in the mood..go bother your little friends that were torture another camper.”

“She had it coming.” You wanted nothing more than to wipe that smile off his face.

“It’s sick.”

Brushing past him you felt your wrist get grabbed, falling against the mans chest your fight suddenly left you once you saw the look in his eyes. “What do you want Matthew?”

“I want a kiss from my girlfriend.”

“Ma-.”

Closing your eyes you felt his breath against your lips, kissing you. You were relived when the man broke it. Looking down at you, Matthew let his thumb trace your lips. “I can’t wait to make you mine.” You tried not to shudder as his hand moved down your neck, tracing your arm as he then gave your ass a small squeeze.

“See you later…Princess.”

Swallowing the bile in your throat, you waited for him to leave, to get out of your vision you quickly rubbed your lips. God, you could still feel his disgusting touch.

Storming out of the little hut, you quickly raced towards the woods. Catching Tommy’s gaze you then were out of sight of all the campers. Digging your nails into your palm you knew you needed to end this soon. You couldn’t take him touching you anymore.

Jumping, you nearly punched the person that grabbed your waist. “Whoa! Y/n! are you okay?”

“Tommy?”

Breath leaving your throat you let out fingers grasp his hand tightly. “I want you to fuck me.”

“I..Y/n…what?”

“Please….fuck me.” You let your fingers run down his chest then towards his shorts. “ Please.”

Swallowing thickly, Tommy did his best to not let his mind wander. He knew he shouldn’t want to sleep with you in the middle of the woods where anyone could find you both but it was getting hard to think when you were sucking his neck and your hands, god your hands felt so good on his hot flesh.

“S-Shit…Y/n.”

Smiling you stepped back for a moment only to remove the shirt you were wearing. Tossing it on the ground, you laid down on the leaves. Your fingers sliding down your stomach towards the shorts you wore. “I can’t do this all myself Tommy.”

Blinking a few times, Tommy quickly removed the rest of his clothing.Hovering over you he then gave you a smile grasping your hip as he slowly thrusted into your warmth. “I love you y/n..”

Smiling, you then let out a gasp digging your nails into his back. “I…I love you to Tommy.”

Closing your eyes, enjoying Tommy thrusting his length within you. You both had no clue that you were being watched.

Smiling against his lips, you knew that you both looked like a mess. You were positive you had twigs in your hair. Not to mention dirt in unsavory places but that was something you could worry about later. Right now you were going to enjoy this moment before you got back to camp.

While you were wearing your shorts, your shirt was still off. In the hands of your boyfriend. “If you’re not going to give me back my shirt then I’m going to steal yours.”

“I can handle that.”

Giving you a smile, it quickly vanished when you heard your name being called.

“Y/n! You fucking slut!”

Matthew stormed into view, you didn’t even know how he could have but that’s when you saw her. Shelia, with a smug smile on her face, arms crossed over her chest.

“You’re fucking him! A Shadyside piece of trash..is it him or is it all of Shadyside you’re spreading your legs open for..”

“Don’t you call him that!” You sneered using Tommy’s shirt to cover you up before you stormed over to him. “We were never a thing Matt! as if I’d ever date you! It was more of keeping up appearance. Why do you think I never let you touch me! You’re an asshole!.” Your hand slapping his cheek, chest heaving you were happy to finally get that off your chest.

“You know what…you can keep the little whore Slater….Top Slut of Sunnyvale and Shadyside.”

Digging his nails into his palm he stormed over to Matthew slamming his fist against his jaw. “You shut your fucking mouth! You will not disrespect her again! you will not touch her again…Or I’ll.”

Holding onto his jaw, Matthew glared up at Tommy. “Or you’ll what.”

“I’ll fucking kill you.”

Swallowing, Matthew didn’t know what to say to that but now he knew what he had to do.

Your stuff was in front of the door, something that was not surprising. Everyone in Sunnyvale knew what you did to Tommy but for once you didn’t care. It felt freeing, you felt like you could finally be happy. Grabbing your bag you flipped the cabin off one more time as you made your way towards the Shadyside cabin.

“Hey! y/n! welcome to the dark side.” Arine nodded at you, Alice scoffed and Cindy looked like she was about to burst though Tommy just looked dazed.

Frowning you dropped your things, walking over to your boyfriend you cupped his cheeks. “Hey…Tommy…you okay?”

“Y/n?” Blinking a few times he did his best to smile. “Hey…how are you feeling.”

“Never better” You tried to smile but you were worried for him. “What about you? You don’t look so good.”

“I’m fine…just a headache….I was thinking about…heading to the nurse.”

Nodding your head you then wrapped your arms around his waist. “Come on, I’ll help you Tommy.”

Leaning on your shoulder, you felt his breath against your skin. You just hoped he was okay. He was muttering something under his breath, something you couldn’t hear but it made you nervous.

It didn’t take you long to get to the small nurses office and as you guided him to sit in the chair, hearing a noise you turned to see the nurse, you were about to ask for help though she just brushed past you.

You could barley make out what she was saying, it wasn’t until you finally registered that the woman had a knife in her hand. Tommy didn’t even react, he couldn’t react since he was hunched over, his head in his hands. “Tommy.”

You quickly lunged at the woman, your hand wrapping around around the knife. You felt the blade cut into your skin, Tommy finally snapping out of whatever haze he was in. Leaping into the action, he quickly rushed the woman pulling her away thinking you were the one in danger. Shoving her aside.

Everything felt like it was running in slow motion, screaming, someone was screaming but you couldn’t help but feel a cold shiver run up your spine. The words ringing in your ears.

“I’m sorry but this is he only way. I saw you’re name on the rock. You’ll die tonight. One way or another.”

“Tommy.” His name left your lips as everything went black.

You woke up to the sound of voices, one was of Cindy. Her voice was filled with concern though she was also questioning Tommy. Tommy, god he sounded so confused. He tried to explain that one moment they were sitting in the nurses office then the next thing he knew you were holding a bleeding palm, then you fainted.

You woke up laying in a bed, your hand wrapped. Tommy sitting up from whatever seat he was sitting in. “Y/n.”

“God..shit what happened?”

“Nurse Lane attacked you…they took her away.”

You glanced at your hand, that wasn’t right. She was trying to kill Tommy, the realization hit you hard. What was she talking about? What rock? You felt so many questions fill your mind but you had no answers for them.

“Y/n….hello earth too y/n…are you alright.?”

Snapping out of the haze you forced a laugh standing up on shaky legs. “I’m fine…ah we should get ready for the color wars ya…don’t hold back.” You tried to muster up a smile placing a kiss to Tommy’s cheek then nodded to Cindy but that smile vanished when you heard Arin’s voice fill the room.

“Why? It’s not like good old Shadyside ever wins.”

Scowling you walked past the man. “Maybe if you put effort and actually helped your team you might stand a chance.” you shot back though clearing out your throat you stood in front of Tommy grasping his hand. “Meet me back here tonight. I need to find out what really happened with Nurse Lane.” you whispered to him. Giving him one last kiss you gave Arni a glare leaving the room hoping to find some answers.

You stayed on your cabin until it was dark, the color war didn’t matter to you know matter how much Nick begged you to play. Gripping a flashlight in your good hand you walked towards the infirmary, a breath leaving your lips spotting Tommy though he didn’t look good, was the blood on his nose?

Shaking your head he seemed to have sensed you because he quickly wiped his nose then gave you a smile.

“Y/n.”

Standing on your toes you gave his cheek a kiss as you then tugged him inside the building.

“If you wanted to get me a lone y/n you could have just asked. “he teased.

Snorting you gave your boyfriend a teasing smile, your flashlight shinning on every surface that might hold a clue. Spotting a bottle of pills you turned them around then sighed. 

Maybe she did lose it, though that was until your eyes landed on a book. An old book, you were afraid that if you touched the thing it would fall apart. Wetting your lips you frowned reading the passages, it unnerved you. Though of course your silent moment together was interrupted by the voice of shouting. Alice and Arnie arguing at each other then the two’s attention were on you and that book. 

But after that, that’s when it all changed, Alice started to read from the book, she read how the curse would break and a map of the Camp with writings all over it. You frowned then turned to look at the woman both seeming to have the same idea.

You didn’t know when Cindy joined you, Alice, Arine and Tommy, you didn’t even remember going into the house, you didn’t even notice when you, Alice and Cindy broke away from the boys. You felt your heart leap into your throat once you noticed a stone wall holding all the killers, including Tommy’s and suddenly what Nurse Lane said made sense.

“I’m sorry but this is he only way. I saw you’re name on the rock. You’ll die tonight. One way or another.”

“Tommy.”

Someone was screaming, no not someone…Alice and Cindy. You were to shell shock to even register what had happened. You felt something wet on your face though it finally hit you that Arnie was dead having taken an ax to the face. You couldn’t even recognize the man anymore, you had to swallow the bile, so that’s why you felt so sticky. Looking up your eyes met Tommy’s except those weren’t Tommy’s eyes, he looked like his mind was taken over.

“Run.” Slowly stepping back you tore your gaze away from the body, away from Tommy, back to the girls. “Run!”

They didn’t need to be told twice as the took off down the cave but he didn’t move. He just stood their watching you, you were about to call out his name until he swiped the ax at you. You nearly missed the blow, feeling rocks cut into your skin. Scrambling up you took off running, bursting out of the house you sprinted through the forest with Tommy hot on your heels. Your eyes landing on a small hut, rushing in you did your best to calm your racing thoughts. You didn’t even notice that you had stepped into the showers. Covering your mouth you watched as Tommy slipped in. The closer he got the more you stepped back, it wasn’t until you felt your body hit the shower causing it to turn on alerting the man.

You didn’t want to die like this, not by the man you loved, not being soaking wet. Just as he approached, he halted in his movements. His head titling to the side as he looked you over and then he walked away.

Your mind was still reeling, what just happened but then your eyes went wide. The blood, you had the blood of a Shadysider on you and now that it was gone he had no reason to attack you. Heaving you closed your eyes knowing what had to be done. You needed to warn the others, you had to find away to save Tommy.

Your legs were burning, your hand was killing you but the only thing you could think about was Tommy, you had to save him. With a rope around your shoulder while in another hand was a small bottle of blood. Something to lure him out. While you hated using the blood of someone that died you had to do it.

“Tommy!”

God you couldn’t get the image of Joan’s body out of your mind, gutted. This was not the camp experience you had wanted.

Unscrewing the cap you quickly dumped the blood over your shirt, your heart racing in your chest. Then their was Gary, you were glad you didn’t see his death, you didn’t know how Cindy or Alice dealt with that but you were grateful for the woman’s help.

It didn’t take long for you too see Tommy, his shoulder was bleeding but he was rushing at you. Closing your eyes you took off running letting him follow you. Yelling to Cindy, you rushed passed the woman just in time as she grasped the shovel in her hand cracking Tommy in the back of his head. You were relived to see that he was still breath. Dropping the rope you nodded your head. 

“We need to time him up.”

“Then what! he just killed.”

“It’s not him! he’s….it’s not Tommy and I don’t care if you do-”

“We believe you Y/n.”

After what she and Alice saw in that cave, how could she not believe her friend.  “Y/n…we found out….it’s the Goode’s…they’re the reason why..”

Alice looked towards Cindy then frowned. “You need to kill whoever wrote the name on the wall…it was either Matthew or.”

“Nick.”

God how could you kill anyone, tensing you slowly stood up grabbing the ax laying on the ground. You looked over at Tommy struggling against the rope, he looked rabid. Though the fear you were feeling was replaced with anger. One of the Goode’s did this so you were going to set this right, you will fix this.

“Watch Tommy for me.”

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"So where's this new intern ya keep talkin' bout?" Atsumu's grinning ear to ear as he steps into his brother's shop, eyes roaming around to catch a glimpse of the new pretty intern that has his brother so passionate about his work all of a sudden.

"She's probably in the back," Osamu tells his brother, brows furrowing a bit since he keeps telling you to stay in front and always take orders instead of helping in the kitchen. You're a pretty little thing- he can't help but grin at the idea of making those short skirts you wear your uniform, you pull a lot of customers, too, and that pretty little head of yours isn't much of use as a cashier or in the kitchen.

As you spot your boss walking in the shop, Osamu can't help but laugh at the way you drop the plates you were just holding to run and greet him. "Osamu-san!" You smile at the man, your hands fitting the hem of your tight little skirt that doesn't leave much to the imagination. "Welcome!"

"Oh," Atsumu grins at his brother, it's no surprise a dumb little girl like you had his interest. Osamu was always rather into dumber girls. "So that's the reason you've been taking 30-minute showers lately, is it?"

"Shut yer trap."

Both twins watch you run across the room, clumsily running into things before you finally arrive to your boss' booth. "Osamu-san!" You chirp and fuck does he love it when you call him that. "Welcome!"

You're so effortlessly hot, it's as if every move of yours is calculated to rile the man up, always flashing him in the most inconveniently convenient ways, giving him boners he has to take care of in the bathroom almost every day at work. But Osamu knows well that can't be true, you're too dumb to think that ahead, aren't you?

"Mornin', Y/N." He shifts in his seat a bit when you lean against the table, your leg dangling right in front of his eyes and your skirt hiking up-

"Y-you- you look just like-" your eyes wide and mouth agape, your surprised gaze falls on the bottle blond next to Osamu.

"Yer boss?" Atsumu laughs at your expression, quirking a brow at you and winking. "I'm his future self, ya can say I'm better, as well."

"Shut it, idiot." Osamu gives the man a cold glare before turning back to you. "He's my twin."

"Ah," you nod dumbly, cluelessly, before looking back at the kitchen. "I think I have to go back to work now, but it was nice to meet you, Atsumu-san." You tell the man before hopping back off from the table, rushing to the kitchen as you sway your hips for both men to watch.

"She's cute." Atsumu comments at his brother watching you with an intent gaze. "Such a good actor, too."

"What?"

"She's lying." Atsumu raises his brows at his brother, pushing an Onigiri in his mouth. "When you play dumb all yer life, ya can tell too when someone's actin' dumb."

-

"Ya know, Atsumu told me somethin' rather interestin' today."

"Y-yeah?" You try to react, but the way Osamu's hands keep rubbing you over your panties has every word pulled from your mind, leaving you with no thought but his rough fingers. "What'd he say?"

"Hm," Osamu humms against your skin, his lips leaving dark marks on your neck and jaw, making you rock your hips on his fingers, "that ma dumb, pretty litt' intern isn't as dumb as she seems."

The way your body freezes under his touch, going limp with shock is enough answer for him, but he wants to hear it from you. His free hand tangles in your hair, pulling on it to make you whimper, as well as giving himself access to more of your pretty neck. "Is that true, doll? Do ya really have thoughts in that pretty head of yers?"

"I'm-" you lose your words when his lips latch on to your skin, teeth grazing the bruises he just made. His fingers that were pushing into you from over your panties cup your pussy, making you melt into his body, your back flush against his chest, your ass right on his cock.

"actin' dumb, 'that it? Like a little whore, givin' every men around ya a boner, acting so dumb, none suspects yer doin' it intentionally." Osamu laughs against your skin. "Ah, can't have you fooling everyone like that, can we now? Guess I'll have to fuck the thoughts out myself, then."

"Osamu-saan-" you whimper, wiggling your ass right on his cock pressing against you. "Osamu-san, fuck me already, please!"

"Fuck," he laughs behind you, making you squirm even more. His hand comes to graphic your tits, squeezing and kneading them and making your knees buckle. "Beggin' so pretty, so needy for some good fuck, is it?"

His free hand finally pushes his pants down, letting his cock spring free. You can't see it, but even the feeling of him hot and hard right beneath your pussy is enough to have you mewling for him.

"Always pressin' this pretty ass on me, bending in front of me to give me a show," He rubs the head of his cock on the entrance, teasing you with a laugh. "I always thought it was just 'cause yer a stupid, clueless little girl."

His hand comes down as a harsh slap on your ass, making you whimper and press your ass closer on his cock. "Turns out ya were just a fucking whore."

He finally, finally pushes himself in you, he's fucking huge- fucking the breath out of your lungs as he keeps trying to push himself in you, stretching you around him so much that tears well in your eyes. "Mmh, fuck- fuck!"

"Shh," Osamu groans behind you, his thumb circling your clit to make it easier for you, even though when he's not even halfway in you, you feel like you're full to the brim. "Yer takin' me so well, doing so good, doll, fu-ah-fuck."

"Such a slut, look how much yer stretching around me- relax baby, holy shit." You keep clamping down on him, his words making you feel dizzy, the stretch reducing you to a dumb little doll as he finally bottoms down. Mouth open, drool running down your chin, mixing with your tears. You whimper when he kisses your lips, his tongue tracing your gaping mouth and groaning when you moan.

"'s too big-" you cry, hands turning into little fists on the wall you're trying to get support from it. "You're too big, Osamu-san!"

"Fuck, look at you," Osamu pulls away, eyes half-open as he drinks your stupid expression in, laughing when you whimper as he gives you an experimental thrust, "maybe 'tsumu was wrong, maybe yer really just a dumb fucking slut."

"Please-"

"Come on, say it louder, doll." Osamu orders you, fingers squeezing your cheeks together and making your lips pucker, "beg for ma cock, beg some more, it's all yer good for, anyway."

"Nngh- please!"

"Good God," Osamu finally starts pushing himself in and out, a steady rhythm making it impossible for you to stay on your legs. "So fucking tight!"

"A wan'ed to do this for so long," he groans, "wanted to bend you over and fuck you to see if you could get any dumber. Maybe get you to a point where you can't even talk?" His hand grabs you by the chin, turning your face to meet his. "Think ya can do that? Be a good girl and let me fuck you dumb?"

"A-ah, yes, sir." You nod stupidly, not even sure to what, at this point. "Yeah?" Osamu laughs, well aware you're not taking a word he says, "good girl, what a dumb little whore for me, getting fucked by your boss in the back of the shop, not embarrassed if anyone can hear you, are you?"

You don't answer, your face smushed against the wall, drooling all over yourself as you can only try and stay sane at your boss splitting you open against the wall of the shop you intern.

"It's okay, sweet girl, ya don't gotta worry," he finally tells you, hips thrusting into you over and over, having you squirm around his cock, crying against the wall, "a won't let all your hard work go to waste, I'll make sure I'll fuck you well enough to have that dumb girl act become a reality."