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then you kept coming back. you kept coming back to seemingly continue to stare at her and do nothing else. you didn’t speak to her. you didn’t even speak to your peers. just kinda stared. you barely even reacted when she killed you. you just kept coming back.

then there was the time she finally got on the elevator. everyone was terrified of her. they stayed as far away as they could in the cramped box. except for you, of course. you didn’t say much, or even do much. you just stared at her. it truly aggravated her. she wanted to haunt your dreams, not even to scare you at this point, just so you will finally leave her be.

and when she finally did do that, you seemed… oddly calm about it. there was no screaming, there was no pleading, there was no crying. you were just… there. watching her. she really didn’t like it now. why couldn’t she get anything out of you?! not even a whimper?!

she finally asked you what your deal was. you didn’t quite know how to respond. you just thought she was pretty. she didn’t really like that answer. she finally snapped and asked you why you aren’t scared of her. you only repeated yourself. i think you’re pretty.

she killed you in your dream pretty quickly after that. you woke up in a cold sweat, though you couldn’t deny your rapidly thumping heart either.

returning back to her own realm, folly grumbles and mutters to herself incoherently. you were really irritating. she didn’t like it. didn’t like how you stared at her without a hint of fear no matter the circumstances. didn’t like how your dumb stupid face was etched into her mind. didn’t like how your voice echoed in her head. i think you’re pretty. she really didn’t like it. no matter, though, because you will come to fear her soon enough. she’ll make sure of it. she’ll make your biggest fears come true.

you, on the other hand, are sitting by yourself in your dark bedroom. butterflies flutter in your stomach as you think about your recent encounter with her in your dream.

you find yourself wondering when you’ll see her again…

confession ive never played folly’s floor. i hope this is okay tho…

the sound of the front door creaking open makes your skin crawl. the aged wood scraping across the carpet beneath, the squeaky hinges terrorizing your ears. it’s all almost too much at this point. you absentmindedly kick the door shut with your muddy boots, wanting to collapse into your bed already. you ignore the muddy tracks, thinking that would be a problem for future you.

as you’re peeling off your wet coat, you think to yourself; the house is quiet. it’s clean, thankfully, but eerily silent. it’s odd. your partner is usually waiting by the door almost like a clingy dog waiting to greet you with the same big smile you fell in love with. but you are greeted with nothing but silence and the consuming dread of your own thoughts. not the most pleasant experience, especially not after today.

as you’re considering your next decision, whether it be to snack your sorrows away in front of a movie, or to bury yourself in thick blankets and sleep until next week, you miss the feeling of two thin hands sneaking around your waist from behind.

“blessed be the spawn, for my love has returned to me once more!” your heart practically dropped to your ass at the sound of your partner’s shrill voice coming from behind you, their chin resting against your soaked shoulder. good god, you love them, but you really need to get a bell on this guy. they breathe in your scent, sighing as they do so. after a few moments of silence, they begin to speak once again. 

“hmm,” they let out a thoughtful hum. you can feel the vibrations of their voice against your cold skin. “the spawn tells me you are upset. why is that? bad day?” they squeeze you gently, looking at you with a soft look. at least as soft as their manic grin can look.

“uh, yeah…” you utter, ready to spill every grueling detail about your awful day when you’re suddenly stopped by two time, their finger shushing you with a giggle.

“shhh, shhh… worry no more, darling. the spawn has you in his arms now. there is nothing that can hurt you now, not while you’re under his protection. come now…”

you have no time to protest as your body is picked up a bit too effortlessly for your liking. two time’s unlikely strength despite their lanky limbs and frail build never failed to shock you extensively. though you’re far too tired to think about it too hard today. so you sit still in their arms and allow them to carry you towards your shared bedroom.

they push the door open with their hip, the cozy atmosphere immediately hitting you and making you melt. the lights have been dimmed already, and your favorite blankets and plushies are neatly folded at the foot of the bed. your preferred snacks and drinks are seated on the bedside table, practically calling your name. two time grins at your gawking.

“the spawn had advised me that you weren’t feeling well. i planned ahead to ensure my love would feel most comfortable after a day such as these.” they smile sweetly, making you feel a bit uneasy, but the gesture is still sweet nonetheless. “i understand your sorrows. your burdens shall be mine to carry as well.”

how they actually could have known that you had a bad day is something you don’t want to worry yourself with right now. at least they’re trying to be nice.

they hum, bringing you over to the soft bed and setting you down carefully. you’re just about to pull several blankets over yourself and knock out, but two time stops you. though your complaint is cut off entirely by a gasp as two time nearly jumps on top of you. they immediately wrap their arms around your body once again, nuzzling into the back of your neck with a content smile.

they’re warm. you can feel yourself already drifting off. despite this, you can still vividly feel two time pressing gentle kisses along the back of your neck down to your shoulder, muttering some ramblings you don’t quite catch in your tired stare. it’s still soft, comforting. they switch between nuzzling into you and pressing gentle loving kisses to your exposed skin. it makes your brain fuzz and your skin heat up. the weight of the day you had melts away in an instant. two time smiles against your skin at the feeling of your muscles relaxing.

“your worries are no more. not while i’m here.”

if u get the title reference we are in love and kissing

you had a habit of doing that. snatching up the pizzas elliot lends to your fellow teammates despite your injuries almost always being incredibly minor. elliot hated it. he hated you. he wishes you would just fix your damn attitude, but the way you grin and laugh every time he shouts at you in frustration shows that you have no plans of stopping.

fortunately for elliot, he at least has someone else who shares his frustrations.

guest 1337 didn’t quite enjoy your presence either. guest is a tough faced soldier, his skin and heart hardened from fighting in the war. though despite this, he is a calm and understanding man towards his fellow survivors. it takes a lot to get on his bad side. but that somehow you did.

on multiple occasions have you led the killer straight towards where guest is, while he’s merely tending to his or someone else’s wounds, or just minding his own business. this has of course led to many unnecessary casualties, but obviously you didn’t care. your reasoning was that everyone comes back to life after each round anyways. guest argues that death is painful for everyone, not just you. but you only scoff in his face. that aggravated him beyond comprehension.

guest 1337 and elliot found at least some relief in each other when they ended a round overly frustrated from your antics. but it comes to a boiling point one day when they both confront you, and you grin at them and say “why don’t you make me stop?”

so thats what they decided to do with you. they’re going to do whatever they can in their power to make you stop.

and maybe this was really the only way they could do it anymore. not like it wasn’t entirely enjoyable for the both of them, though.

“o- oh, f- fuuuck… shit, hah…” loud moans tumbling from your swollen lips echoed from behind your bedroom door, only muffled by the shirt stuffed in your mouth. after weeks of failed attempts to get through to you, guest and elliot finally had you where they want you. below them, whining and begging for forgiveness. elliot has your upper body sat on their lap, his hands roughly pinching at your stiff nipples. meanwhile, guest is leaning above you, pounding into your wet sloppy hole with wild abandon. he lets out occasional quiet huffs and grunts, though it doesn’t compare to how loud you were.

your body squirms, although it does little to free you from the bruising grip that guest and elliot have on you. at your display of resistance, guest 1337 grips your thighs tighter, ignoring the strangled gasp that comes out of your throat when he angles a sharp thrust on your prostate. he watches with twisted amusement as your cock twitches and dribbles an absurd amount of precum, begging and pleading to be touched and treated mercilessly all the same.

“fuckin’ whore…” guest pants, sweat dripping from his chin. “this is what you wanted all along, huh? you wanted someone to, haah, mold your pathetic hole into the shape of their cock?”

at the lack of your response from being too lost in pleasure, elliot tightly grips your chin and forces you to look at guest. “tell us,” elliot mutters, bending down until his breath was hot against your ear. “tell us how much of a slut you are. how much you wanted this. fuckin’ freak.” he spits, hand trailing downwards and brushing against your sensitive cock. you jump at the feeling, hips involuntarily bucking into his hands to chase the sensation. he jerks his hand away, not allowing you the much needed stimulation.

“why don’t you fuckin’ earn it, huh? say it.” elliot grunts, glaring at you with such intensity that you find yourself shivering in your vulnerable state. too desperate and lost in pleasure, you mumble out a somewhat comprehensible string of words, mostly consisting of “yes” and “more.”

the men decided to be a little nice, just this once.

you let out a loud wanton moan as elliot’s rough hand suddenly encases your hard cock, immediately beginning to jerk you off with vigor. occasionally, his thumb brushes against the slit on your tip, making you gasp. the overwhelming barrage of pleasure was already bringing you closer to your peak, the knot in your stomach impossibly tight. elliot and guest work on your body in tandem, guest’s thrusts into your ass slowly becoming more sloppy whilst elliot becomes more lazy with his motions. despite everything, it still ends up being too much.

thick ropes of cum spurt from your overstimulated cock, coating elliot’s hand and guest’s pelvis in your sticky fluids. you spasm in their grip, though this does nothing to deter either of them. they continue their cruel ministrations and you can’t stop the embarrassingly high pitched moan that escapes you. both of the men grin in satisfaction at your reactions, watching intently as you pant and moan like a bitch in heat.

“good little slut.” elliot whispers.

guest lets out a loud grunt, mumbling something under his breath before he bottoms out inside of you, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he spurts his hot seed into your ass with a hiss. you pant heavily, feeling his thick cum fill you up within seconds. its hot and nasty, but its so disgustingly good. after taking a few moments to come down from his high, guest pulls his now softening cock out of your hole, watching in satisfaction as his seed almost immediately begins to leak from your spent hole. he uses his thick fingers to push it back in, ignoring your whines of protest. guest and elliot only laugh at you.

“what, tired already?” elliot hums with mock sympathy, his hands deceivingly gentle as they rub your arms. “i haven’t even had my turn yet. and i think there’s plenty more to teach you in manners…” as he speaks to you, you’re suddenly flipped around without warning, your head now resting against guest’s crotch. guest pets your hair gently, before taking his once again hardening cock in his hand and positioning you closer to it. you shiver as you feel elliot tightly gripping your hips from behind.

“we’re done when we say we’re done, sweet face.”

IM NOT PERSONALLY INTO DEGRADATION AND HATEFUCKING IM SORRY IF THIS SUCKKKSSSS i like my sex #loving and #romantic