dead poet’s honor

“I know,” you sigh. “All I did was ask if you had a backup plan,”

“You’re talking just like my dad,” he huffed, clearly upset.

“But Neil, I need to know you’re going to be okay!” Exasperation presented in your voice, unable to attend to his every problem. “So what if you have to go to medical school? Just get through it and receive your MD, then you can act and prove your father wrong.” You conclude sensibly.

“You just don’t get it,” he mumbled, almost resentfully. The way he told his father the very same thing.

You huff once more ignoring the crack forming in your heart, “I do get it, Neil. That’s why I’m trying to help-”

“This isn’t helping!” He snapped, voice breaking delicately. His chest hammered with nerves as he spoke his next words, almost silently,

“I think we should break up.”

Your face dropped six feet under, unable to comprehend it at first. “What..?”

“You heard me…” he murmured, an evident lump in his throat, “we don’t want the same things, and I-I need support,”

“I am supportive… I love you-”

“No you don’t!” He spat mindlessly.

Your heart sank within your chest, shattering as it went. Silence washed over the room.

With that, you rose from your spot on the bed. Panic flooded Neil’s chest, “where are you going?”

“Clearly,” you struggle to get out, “you don’t want me.”

Then you were gone.

The first few hours were rough for both of you, then days, and then even weeks. The pair thinking the other had it fine, but in reality, both of you were just as crushed as the other.

You passed Neil in the hallway almost every day since, seeing him laugh and joke with the other Poets; a group you were once apart of. Now, you felt like just another forgotten love affair. The late night promises of marriage and security crumpled up, tossed off the roof like the desk set you and Neil once threw with glee.

The day of Neil’s first play at Henley Hall came around. Every other member of your ex-group was to be there… everyone but you. You were cross-legged on your bed, watering the equations in your chemistry book with your never ending tears.

A hesitant knock echoed from the other side of the door.

“What?”

Neil opened the door just enough to slip through, “Hey..”

“What do you want?” You ask, unbothered about your rough appearance.

“Can we talk?”

You wave your arm as a silent invitation, allowing him to speak. Neil came towards you at a glacial pace, sitting meekly on the edge of the bed. A few quiet moments passed as he gathered his words, looking at his hands as he spoke, “I.. I think we made a mistake.”

“We?” Is all you could muster. He chuckled humourlessly,

“Okay, I made a mistake.”

“And you want to apologise?” Neil nodded awkwardly before you continued. Your voice came out weak, “you really hurt me, Neil.”

An apologetic dump of words came from him “Sweetie, I- I need you. I know I was stupid and I can’t take back what I said but I need you. Please?”

Silence.

“Baby, c’mon-”

“I’m not your baby,” you whisper. “Not anymore.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that. I didn’t mean it,”

“You knew exactly what you meant.” You sighed again, this time harsher. Neil scampered to the floor below the bed which you sat, hands placed gently on your thighs.

“Sweetheart, please?” He softly begged. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and you felt bad; but not as bad as his past comments had once made you feel.

You shook your head, trying to conceal your own tears, “I can’t…”

“Please, y/n?” For the first time, Neil was nothing but desperate. You had never seen him this way, not about his friends, about acting, anything. He was so quiet, yet his words had never felt more powerful.

“I need you.”

He continued to love on you delicately, taking your hands in his as he peppered kisses heavy with despair. “I understand if you don’t forgive me, but for the love of god, please try…” he whispered.

You nod with sniffles, allowing your tears to freely flow. Neil took that as acceptation, standing to wrap you in a deep hug. You wrapped your arms around him in return, of course you did, how couldn’t you? The pair of you sobbing into the shoulder of the other, mumbling ‘sorry’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ between every imperfect kiss to the neck.

Once a fraction calmer, you pull away just enough to look at his face. His eyes were red rimmed and puffy, cheeks splotched with tears as his lip subtly quivered. Your hand cupped his face, “I love you so much, Neil.” You began, your own voice quivering too, holding too much emotion to handle, “all I want for you is to succeed, to get every little thing out of life that you can. I want you to seize your days.”

With another sniffle, he quirked his lip into one of his signature smirks, although a little softer this time. “Carpe Diem,” he responded knowingly.

Your lips ever so slightly perked into a hopeful smile, “so.. what time is your show?”

He reached for his back pocket, pulling out a scrunched up flyer advertising the play with all the details.

you’d spent the night with Carl, the usual on and off again, making its return in the form of sex.

it wasn’t as if you minded, the sex with Carl was always great, you just wanted a little more than just sex.

but like usual, the sun peaking through his curtains was your sign to leave.

with a reluctant sigh, you climbed out of his bed, rousing him from your movements. Carl lay against his headboard, leaning back on his elbows as he watched you move around the room.

his gaze was always appreciative, watching the way you carried yourself, even in the rush to get dressed and out the door before anyone else in the house seen you.

it was frustrating, the mad dash to get dressed, especially when Carl was always so eager to get you out of your clothes, leaving them scattered around his room with no easy way of finding them again.

“i can’t find my shirt”

you murmured, looking through the discarded clothes around his room.

Carl chuckled from his spot on the bed, making you turn to face him, a smirk plastered firmly on his face.

“and these”

in his hand he held your panties, the lace hanging from his pointer finger, his smirk turning teasing.

“Carl!”

you moved towards him, snatching your underwear back while he chuckled.

as you turned to move away from him, he caught your wrist, tugging you back to him with that smirk you knew all too well.

“c’mon, come back to bed”

he gave you his best pleading look, all but pouting at you to stay.

“i’ll make it up to you”

Carl gave a wag of his eyebrows, the innuendo thick in his words as he pulled you even closer.

little by little he was breaking down your resolve, and you knew you couldn’t say no.

“you owe me”

he hummed, tugging you back down and into bed before settling above you, stealing a kiss that he whispered into.

“oh baby, i’m more than making it up to you”

with that, Carl trailed his kisses lower, lavishing attention to your boobs before continuing his decent.

when he settled between your legs, eyeing your cunt like a man starved, you just knew you were in for a long morning.

“stop! fuck, charlie, it’s too much!”

“that’s what she said - “

“not the time, dalton!”

the two of you were in the kitchen of his house baking cookies, or at least attempting to.

but with charlie putting in too much sugar, it’s probably definitely already going wrong.

“babe, trust me,” he says, shaking the measuring cup like he’s seasoning a steak. “I know what I’m doing.”

“you never know what you’re doing,” you remind him, prying the cup out of his hands before the cookies turn into caramelized bricks that could break someone’s teeth.

charlie just grins, leaning his hip against the counter, hair a mess and apron crooked on his torso. “but you still love me.”

“barely,” you deadpan, turning to pour the correct amount into the bowl.

he gasps dramatically, hand over his heart. “you wound me.”

“keep going and I’ll wound you with the wooden spoon,” you threaten, pointing it at him like a weapon.

charlie steps forward and bites the air next to it. “kinky.”

“charlie.”

“sorry, sorry.” he doesn’t look sorry at all.

you start mixing, but the dough is weirdly stiff. you frown, lifting the spoon. “why is it - “

charlie winces. “okay, so like… tiny confession.”

“what did you do.”

“remember when you told me to pre-measure the flour?”

“yeah?”

“well.” he scratches the back of his neck. “I think I did it twice.”

you blink. “…twice?”

he nods like he’s admitting to murder. “maybe three times.”

“charlie.”

“yeah?” he smiles sheepishly.

“I’m going to beat you with this bowl.”

“please don’t, I bruise easily.”

you sigh so deeply it comes from your soul, then dump a splash of milk into the bowl to loosen everything up. he watches you like you’re performing life-saving surgery.

“ohhh, smart,” he says, as if you’ve just invented baking.

“yeah, it’s called fixing your disasters,” you mutter.

eventually, the dough looks decent enough, so you both start forming little balls and placing them on the tray. charlie’s are all misshapen and weirdly flat.

“why are yours like… pancakes?” you ask, staring at the blobs.

“they’re abstract,” he says proudly. “modern art.”

“they’re gonna bake into one giant, terrifying cookie.”

“hot.”

“charlie.”

he leans over and bumps his shoulder into yours, smiling so soft it almost makes up for the chaos. “you love me even when my cookies are ugly.”

“I love you despite everything you do in this kitchen,” you correct.

the oven beeps and you slide the tray in, praying they don’t spontaneously combust. charlie crouches down, watching through the glass like it’s a nature documentary.

“they’re rising,” he whispers. “look, babe. my children.”

“your children are lumpy.”

“like their father.”

you shove him lightly with your hip and he laughs, head thrown back.

after ten minutes, you pull them out - and shockingly, they look… perfect. golden, soft, warm.

charlie gasps like he just witnessed a miracle. “no way.”

you bite into one, eyebrows raising. “they’re actually good.”

“that’s because we made them with love,” he says, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck.

“no,” you say, “they’re good because I fixed your mess.”

charlie kisses your cheek, grinning. “same thing.”

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carl turned back and smiled down at you,  lightly tapping your thigh, “i gotta go piss,” he whispered into your ear like it was some secret, making you giggle as you slid off of his lap watching him quickly make his way into the men’s bathroom.

shaking your head to yourself, turning your attention to the cherries in your drink, stirring them around with your straw. your leg bouncing, waiting impatiently for him to get back, social anxiety slowly creeping back in on you whilst you were alone.

“well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” a voice speaks beside you, a little too close for comfort, so you turned your head around in it’s direction.

“a pretty little thing that’s taken, so fuck off.” you voice back, normally you wouldn’t be this rude, but in all honesty you just wanted to be left alone, especially by this piece of shit.

“ooh she's feisty!” 

“dude, so not cool leave her alone or get out of my bar!” kevin sternly stated, as he pointed to the door, the guy continued spewing disgusting things in your ear which just made you get up to get carl and go, but as soon as you stood he grabbed a handful of your ass.

which made you forcefully push him away from you, clearly violated you wrapped your arms around yourself as you back away from him. it was a blur as carl protectively pushed you behind him, then grabbed the man up by the collar, punching him repeatedly until he had him on the floor.

tommy let him get his hits in before pulling carl off of the beaten man who was now barely conscious.

ripping himself out of tommy’s grip, pointing at the bloodied creep who was barely sitting up on the floor, “i will kill you if you even think to look at her again, do i make myself clear?” carl shouts at him, the guy frantically nods then runs out of the building.

carl's breath ragged as adrenaline ran through him, his fists still clenched as he eyed everyone around him realising the whole building had gone silent, it didn’t take long for everyone to go back to normal, drinking and playing pool, but all he was concerned about was you.

turning back around, pulling you into his arms making sure he was gentle with you, “i'm so sorry, sweetheart.” his words were soft as he held you, tears stung your eyes. but you were just glad he was with you.

he backed away just enough for his shaky hands to be pressed to your cheeks, giving you a small smile making one of your own appear.

“yeah, just wanna go home,” 

and you did. 

spending the night in the gallagher home trying to find ways to make it up to him even with the amount of reassurance he gave you, you persisted and he gave in. you made him ice his bruised knuckles, both cooking dinner for everyone, spending the rest of the night cuddling and kissing in his bed.

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It was late in the afternoon when Nanami found you. 

At first glance, he immediately knew you were a bit of a ditz. No woman with good sense had any business bending over into the hood of her vehicle—trying to figure out what was wrong with it—in the middle of the goddamn forest like that.

The road he spotted you on was one of those back roads that was tucked deep off into the forest. People typically only came out here for one of three things.

One—the most common—to avoid traffic. Two, to get to the woodland resort that was just a few miles out from there. And three, they happened to be locals with cabins tucked off in all different corners of the surrounding forest.

You did not appear to be any of the three.

You were scouring around the open hood of your car and Nanami's first sight of you consisted of the loveliest view of your ass. Bent over all oblivious to his greedy eyes, his first honest impression of you is that you didn't exactly have the best spatial awareness… if any at all.

Leaves crunched between the heavy soles of his boots as he approached you and your car, and it almost worried him how painfully unaware you were. "Miss?" Nanami called out to you, amused by the way you yelped in surprise and nearly hit your head trying to pull yourself away from the open hood.

Your head angles back and as soon as the two of you made eye contact, he should’ve put you on his kill list.

Why? Because he’s so ridiculously bound to be a gentleman the moment he meets those pretty eyes of yours and he knows it. You looked all startled by him, yet still had the nerve to size him up and down completely unashamed.

Nanami was a tall, brawny man whose body was just begging to be freed from the fabric of all his too-tight clothing. 

He had on one of those signature red and black flannels, but its cloth did little to conceal the muscles that bulged beneath. The center of his shirt was unbuttoned just enough for you to get a peek of his toned chest, all beefy and just… broad with light tuffs of blond hair decorating the exposed skin. His sleeves were bundled up at his forearms, and adorning his hips were a pair of tanned slacks and a thick brown belt.

Phew, you couldn’t stop ogling him at first and nearly forgot to warrant him with a response. Forcing your eyes back up to his stoic, yet kind expression, you flash a sweet smile, “Sir?”

His voice leaves him all honeyed and husky in a way that has you stepping away from your car and your spine stiffening a little. “You look like you could use some help there,” He points out obviously with a slight tip of his head toward your currently dysfunctional vehicle.

The sun was rapidly making its descent and this really wasn’t the place for you to be having car trouble. Nanami considers you rather lucky he ran into you and not anyone else—this area was anything but safe for a woman such as yourself.

“I could actually!” You chime with this bubbliness that makes him thankful that he’s the one to have found you again. “My car just gave out on me all of a sudden and I’m really not sure why,” You go on to explain but, he’s hardly focused on what’s coming out of your mouth.

He’s much too busy staring at the way words leave your lips and that glistening gloss you’ve got coating them right now. Nanami swears to himself he’s usually not this easily distracted but something about you was making his brain wire itself a little differently.

Eventually, while you’re still rambling about how you were trying to make your way back to the highway and seemed to take a wrong turn onto this creepy back road, Nanami merely cocks his head to the side and looks down to spot what’s causing you all this trouble.

Yapping his ear off with not a clue in the world, “...And then I almost hit a deer a few miles back, which scared the shit out of–”

“Sweetheart,” He cuts off gently with a small grin on his face, fawn brown eyes flocking up to your expression slowly, “You’ve got a flat tire.” He tells you as he lazily lifts a hand to point at your front left tire that, surely enough, is flattened beyond belief.

“Ohhhh,” You chime with a roll of your eyes, “Y’know, that makes a lot more sense. I didn’t even look down there.” You’re turning around to inspect the tire now, noticing that it seems as though you’d run over something sharp, “Huh. There’s a big hole in it and everything…”

Nanami fights the urge to chuckle as he makes his way over to you and leans down to inspect the flattened tire alongside you. “...You didn’t hear or feel anything when your car ‘gave out’ on you?” He asks carefully, raising a brow your way.

You go to shaking your head, “No, not at all! Whatever it is I ran over, I must’ve done so a while ago because I’d been driving just fine for quite some time prior to me pulling over here..”

He waves off your words and then leans back up with a smooth click of his tongue, “Ah, I see. You have a spare, right?”

“A spare tire?” You repeat thoughtlessly before looking off in embarrassment as he nods. “About that…”

And while you start giving him a million and one reasons as to why you’re traveling alone in the woods with no emergency spare tire or any means of protection, Nanami finds himself all the more concerned for your safety. The conversation mostly consists of him trying not to give you judgy eyes, but it’s a bit difficult when you were by far the most carefree person he’d ever met.

Thus leading him to glance off and notice how dark it’s getting, “Listen, as much as I would love to sit here and listen to your uh… adventures, the sun is setting and I don’t feel too comfortable leaving you all alone here like this.”

You blink once-, twice as you quickly realize he has a point. Your gaze travels to the area surrounding the two of you, and it only then dawns on you that this man kinda just appeared out of nowhere, since he didn’t seem to have a car of his own anywhere nearby. There’s nothing but tall, leafless trees and a steadily darkening forest around the two of you.

Hell, even you weren’t going to be too comfortable sitting in your car until sunrise…

“I have a spare tire you could borrow back at my cabin,” Nanami offers all of a sudden, gesturing back into the presumed direction of his place. “Though, I can’t help you while it’s dark out and uh,” He pauses to look at you up and down, fighting his smile once again. “I doubt you’d want to follow a stranger like me off into the–”

“Okay,” You cut off suddenly enough to leave him surprised. You didn’t care too much that he was a stranger, and although you definitely showed signs of not being able to defend yourself whatsoever, you had the means to do so if it really came down to that—especially now that he’d shown he’s fallen for that rather misleading ditzy persona of yours.

Truth be told, you did have a spare tire in your trunk. You weren’t that careless.

But you also didn’t want to sleep in your car tonight, especially not alone in the middle of buttfuck nowhere. Nanami seemed kind enough, despite emerging from the woods just to offer you some help and being a complete stranger to you… 

But hey, at least he was a hot stranger, right?

————

And that’s exactly how you end up following him into the woods toward that ‘cabin’ of his. He’d given you his name—first and last—but you were rather insistent on being polite and calling him by the last. The walk to his place took about fifteen minutes, which left you relieved because that meant your car wasn’t too far away.

It also explained how he found you, considering he’s not too distant. Nanami was also very open and talkative during that walk of yours and explained that he used to be a businessman but decided he needed a slice of quiet and tucked off into the forest a few years ago to be a lumberjack. Which explained that physique of his.

Fallen leaves crumpled and crunched beneath both of your feet as you two walked the dirt path toward his place and upon arrival, the very first thing you noticed was an old red axe lodged neatly into a piece of wood on his front porch as he guided you up. 

Nanami was in the midst of telling you some of his woodland adventures—as if to reciprocate what you’d told him about your road trip so far—before you stopped and stared rather openly at the tool.

He was opening his front door for you before he noticed where your eyes had landed, and he offered you a gentlemanly smile, “That’s my little money maker right there.” He says to hopefully make up for any awkwardness.

You nod, “Yeah?” and he starts telling you about his axe and how he’s had it for years and years, yet all you could focus on was the dried red sitting at the blade’s edges—a shade of which did not match the red paint of the tool and was also located where a silver color sat beneath. Huh, interesting, you’d thought.

And when Nanami made an effort to explain how some bears and other wild animals frequent this forest quite often, you figure that’s where the blood came from.

Not that he ever explicitly confirms that, though.

As he resumes his talk of what it’s like to be a lumberjack, he kindly walks you into his home—holding the door open and letting you enter first—before offering you a short tour. It was clear he wanted to make you nice and comfortable, considering he was still a stranger to you.

You agreed to the tour and made sure to take in every detail of his home just in case anything were to happen. You’d check your phone every time his eyes left you, making sure it was nicely charged and that you had some sort of service.

Thankfully, this wasn’t one of those horror-type plots, so you were actually perfect in terms of service. Y’know, after he offered and then gave you his cabin’s wifi…

He then showed you around that spotless kitchen and living room of his, in which you just so happened to notice a news article sitting on the coffee table while he told you the nearest town was at least a mile away and filled with unfriendly locals.

You ended up plucking the article from its spot to skim over it curiously as he spoke and told you stories of his bad experience with the people of the town.

Lots of missing person reports were in that article, along with a story about an axe-wielding maniac who was suspected to be the cause of said missing people. Nanami watched you read and send him a few skeptical glances, but considering how you didn’t say anything, he figured you didn’t suspect him.

He’s not the only lumberjack around, after all. That maniac could’ve been anyone.

As the tour soon concluded, Nanami showed you to a guest bedroom to sleep in for the night. The bathroom—along with his bedroom—was just down the hall and he told you not to be too shy to ask him for anything.

See? Simple.

Surely if he were crazy and wanted to kill you, he would’ve shown signs by now or made some attempt at doing so. Instead, Nanami did nothing but be a handsome host for you and even invited you into his living room to sit down and eat dinner with him.

Outside of being a sexy lumberjack, Nanami was also a fine cook.

You’re now sitting on the comforting stretch of his leather couch, a half-eaten warm plate of food in hand, and a steady draft of warmth that stems from the fireplace he’s so kindly lit for you. The cabin’s air was coated in thick scents of cedar and that homey-smoke, everything around you oh-so-meticulously placed. You distantly considered in your mind how everything was a bit too clean for a man who lived so far from town.

Shrugging it off, you were quick to remind yourself that this was okay. He was okay, despite that little article you kept taking a peek at…

There's a subtle, quiet movement somewhere behind you before Nanami comes into view and sets a softly steaming mug on the coffee table in front of you, “This isn’t too much for you, is it?” He asks, voice smooth, velvety even.

You glance up at him and find yourself admiring the way the warm light from the nearby flames catches against his chiseled face. A man like this really had no business being single and alone like this, he was visibly perfect. “This is just fine, thank you.” You manage as you set your plate down and then bring the warm mug into your cooler palms.

Nanami breaks out a smile, that gentle and polite one he’s sent your way one too many times since he’d run into you. It was the kind of expression that made your heart feel warm and safe. Catching something in your gaze, he lets off a slight sigh as he sits himself down in the nearby armchair, “You’re lucky, y’know.” He hums, large frame easing into his seat as he speaks. “This area isn’t exactly the safest for ‘outsiders’.”

Between your careful sips on the warm cocoa he’d made you—that’s oddly crafted to utter flawlessness—you look off in thought before chiming, “Outsiders? Is that what those locals that don’t like you call people like me?”

He never seems to let his gaze stray away from you, “Oh, they call me that too. That’s how I know it’s not too safe out here. I can only imagine what would’ve happened if one of them found you and not me.”

You chuckle, “So, those missing person reports…” You begin, gesturing toward the stack of articles, “You think the townsfolk made those stories up and pinned them on…” The word ‘you’ rested on the tip of your tongue but, you quickly swallowed it down. “One of the lumberjacks out here to mislead people?”

“And keep people scared, yes,” Nanami answers promptly. “It is October after all. If you look at the dates on all those reports, they’re rather recent. I feel as though it’s a seasonal thing they do for the spirit of this spooky month.”

A town of people who make up missing person reports for the month of Halloween? How peculiar. You’d never heard anything quite like that. You shrug it off, though. There’s a town of oddities everywhere, right? This was no different.

As the small talk dissipates, the fire’s low crackles swallow up the atmosphere and it felt as though time were slowing down. You’d never felt so… at ease around a complete stranger like this before. Nanami’s just as quiet as you are now, as if to let both of your thoughts mingle about and carry through the silence.

The wind outside seems to be picking up a bit, lightly clashing against the large cabin windows as you two sit and enjoy one another’s presence. You sip on your seasonal beverage until the mug is light in your hand, your taste buds satisfied, and your stomach full—two things that completely contrast how you thought you’d end up spending your night just a few hours ago.

Before you bid Nanami goodnight and head off to the guest bedroom, you sit there and start taking in the details of his home again. You were growing increasingly aware of how unnervingly faultless everything was. Tucked into a corner was a tall bookshelf lined with literature of all sorts, the spines aligned and rather dustless. 

Even the fireplace a few feet in front of you was gorgeously untouched and yet polished. The neatness of Nanami’s cabin was feeling less and less like mere tidiness and more like some sort of strange control.

But hey, perhaps you were looking too deeply into everything. He’s just a very particular man. Nothing weird about that, right?

When the two of you finally parted ways for the night, Nanami took your dishes off into his kitchen and wished you a good night. Aside from the easing running of water as he washed your plate and mug, the only sounds to travel throughout his cabin now were your footsteps toward your room for the night.

By the time you entered said room, you’d come to the same reasoning that—just because the description in the article you read, and even talked about, earlier said the suspect was a six-foot-tall blond man with brown eyes—Nanami was in no way the killer.

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With the night carrying on ever-so-smoothly without a hitch, you actually end up finding yourself unable to sleep.

The moonlight acts as the only sort of illumination all throughout the man’s house, and you quickly realize that once you slip out of the guest bedroom and tiptoe down the hall towards the bathroom. You weren’t quite sure what was keeping you up, but you hoped using the bathroom would help you figure it out.

That, and you used your trip to the bathroom as an excuse to explore the cabin a little more on your own. It was quite cozy all around and the wood hardly creaked beneath your light steps whilst you paced about. Considering only one, unmarried man lives out here alone… you really couldn’t help the impending suspicion that continued to rise within you as you explored his house.

Nothing was out of place and half of the furniture seemed as though it was rarely touched, if even at all.

As you stop by the kitchen for a glass of water, the cleanliness of Nanami’s cabin seems to stand out even more. Every glass within the cabinets was so perfectly placed that it was nearly uncanny. No dust sat on anything, not even the glasses in the very back.

You shrug it off. Maybe you were being too anal about things again. 

Or at least, that’s what you thought before you began to notice other peculiarities as you sipped your fresh glass of water. Everything was painfully squeaky clean.

The large windows that decorated the majority of the cabin’s walls? So spotless the moonlight was elegantly pouring in onto the almost reflective wooden floors. The counters? Also spotless. Every cabin and handle? Guess what? Spotless.

There was a very faint scent of recently used cleaning products so, in your head, you deduced that Nanami was some sort of clean freak.

Once you finish up with your water and finally make that trip to the bathroom, you’ve still got all these questions raging war in your mind. 

Say he was that axe-wielding maniac from the article… Did he really kidnap and murder all those people? Did he have a reason for it? Was it because of the town’s unfriendliness? Were you his next victim..?

No, no, Nanami had been way too nice and open with you for any of those things to be true. Plus, he told you the townsfolk probably made those articles up for the Halloween spirit. 

Yeah, that reality’s a lot easier for you to digest.

But if you’re being fully honest with yourself… as long as he doesn’t plan to kill you, you don’t think you mind the alternative and more likely reality of him being the killer. At least he was hot, right?

And he was nice to you.

That’s a lot better than you could say about the guys you’ve dealt with back home.

You’re washing and drying your hands now, hoping to return to bed and make a second attempt at sleep. The man was kind enough to let you stay the night, and here you were mentally accusing him of being a murderer when he hadn’t even done anything–

As soon as you walk out of the bathroom, you walk face-first into something that feels like a brick wall, hands shooting up to brace yourself, and a soft huff exiting your throat. When you look up, you’re met with your host’s slightly surprised expression.

His sturdy hands are on your arms, holding you after you’d so carelessly walked into him—even though he was standing right in front of the bathroom door and didn’t really give you room to do anything else…

“Ah, sorry, Nanami,” You chime softly, voice filling the quiet of the stiff hallway surrounding the two of you, “Wasn’t expecting to run into you like this.”

His gaze is delicate as it sets down on you, “You’re quite alright, darling.” Nanami voices attentively before his head weighs to the side, “Was this just a trip to the bathroom, or could you not sleep as well?”

You grin, “I’d say a bit of both, but mainly the first thing. I’m gonna try to get some rest now, though.” Your explanation comes out rather quickly, and you’re unintentionally awkward as you break yourself away from his light grasp, turning elsewhere. “Night, Nanami.”

“Goodnight,” He replies with a slight smile on his face. 

He turns to the bathroom ahead but finds himself pausing to watch you walk down the hall. Your footsteps are careful, he notices. Though he’s not sure why that sticks out to him. He had no intentions of… 

Shaking the unfinished thought away, the blond clears his throat, “Actually, wait. Before you go,” You stop promptly—almost as if hoping for him to say something—and then swivel around at the sound of his voice, catching his eyes under the dim lighting from the rather full moon outside. “I’m curious.”

A brow of yours shoots up, “About?”

Nanami’s eyes are calculated on your slightly distanced frame, wonder swirling within his pupils. You were just as much a stranger to him as he was to you and yet, here you stood in his home hours past midnight… wearing a shirt he lent you to sleep in, no less.

You had to lack shame. There was no other explanation for it. Why else would a woman do the things you were doing like this? It’s like you wanted to make his hobby easy for him…

With the left corner of his lips twitching as he fights off a knowing smirk, Nanami’s voice smoothes into the air all honeyed and low, “Do you follow strange men into their homes like this often?” He asks.

You merely snort, “You’re not strange.”

As if that answered his question…

“You don’t know that,” He warns carefully, foot shifting on the floor to angle his body so that he’s facing you. You still stood a few feet away from him, a distance in which he was fine with.

…For now.

“You’re right, I don’t,” You soon agree, to which his brows shoot up in surprise. “But, no, I don’t do this often.” Your answer makes him sigh in relief. It was good to hear that you weren’t always this careless.

Nanami’s hands slip into the pockets of his sweatpants. He wasn’t wearing much more than you—a simple white tee and some grey sweats, his usual nightwear—and yet he still caught the way you were drinking him up, as if the lack of bright lighting was supposed to conceal the way your eyes roamed and then lingered in all the right places and more.

His reading glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose and you two make direct visual contact as his chin dips down a bit and the frames slip just enough to reveal those chestnut-shaded eyes of his. “May I ask what made me so different then?” His voice was rich and sweet enough to make you dizzy if you listened to it long enough.

“Hmm..” You hum in faux thought, despite having the answer clear in your head. “I dunno, maybe because you’re hot.” You explain honestly.

Nanami smiles to himself at the sound of that. He truly did admire your lack of shame as time went on, “You willingly allowed yourself to stay the night at a stranger’s just because you find them attractive?”

You’re chuckling and he’s taking the slightest step closer. “Well, yes.” You reply.

To which the man lets out a scolding little scoff, “That’s quite careless, y’know.” He warns once more, growing nearer.

You don’t fight the distance. If anything, you quite welcome it. Especially with the way you gradually shift closer. It was as though both of you had some sort of silent understanding that there was way too much space between you for all the tension that was building.

Even though the tension in question was building toward two different things.

You wanted to get a piece of the man and he… well, he wanted the same thing but in a different way.

“Nanami,” You purr, hearing the wood faintly creak beneath his slow steps. 

His smile has yet to fade and his energy is just so enticing at the moment that you feel lulled into him. It was like he’d put you under a vocal spell with that soothing tone of his, “I’ve told you, you can call me Kento.”

You release a sigh, “Listen, I’d rather be in here with a ‘stranger’—who I’ve gotten to know fairly well thus far—than out there sleeping in my car alone.”

Nanami’s walking comes to a stop once you’re in arm's reach and his voice is a little scary as he whispers, “You’re alone with a stranger though.”

Feigning not to see the danger you may now be in, “What’s your point?” You ask softly.

His gaze drags across your face and he fully intends to coax more of that frightened expression out of you as he murmurs, “We’re far enough away from town where no one could hear you scream, does that not concern you?”

You merely bat your lashes all innocently up at the man and the gesture is making his heart clench within his chest tightly. Then, you have the audacity to lean forward and lift a single finger up to his chest to poke him. Smiling, “No one could hear me scream out here?” You repeat.

Just to confirm, of course.

Nanami fights the furrow in his brows and instead looks down at the finger you hand pressing into his chest before breathing out a heavy, “No.”

A beat or two pass between you both and he hardly gets the chance to blink before you’re slithering yourself up close—too close—and looking directly at his expression to watch for his reaction as you ask, “Doesn’t that mean if we were to fuck, I could be as loud as I want?”

You practically watch his breath get tangled in the center of his throat and get a lucky feel of his heart skipping a beat beneath your finger. Of all things you could have said to him, of all ways you would have interpreted his truly harmless threats, that was nowhere near what he expected you to say.

Hence why his voice wavers a little as he chokes, “Pardon?”

Nanami’s eyes flick up to yours and he gulps thickly at the way you’re peering at him now.

“I said, if we fucked—like in here or even outside—I could be as loud as I want,” You repeat shamelessly with a few purposefully innocent bats of your lashes. “Right?”

The next delicious little thing you earn from him is a short scoff, as if he’s not just surprised but utterly bewildered by you. Here he was considering making you his next victim to chop up and the whole time you wanted to… get into his pants??

A sudden smirk dawns across his sharp features and he leans down to your ear, “Is that what you followed me out here for?” He questions low enough to have your body hot with anticipation. Then, before you could quite answer and as if you needed the clarification, his lips brush against your skin, “My cock?”

And there it was, that dizzying feeling again. It was one thing to hear his baritone travel across the hallway and caress your ears but to have his breath and thickly aroused voice against the crown of your ear was something else entirely.

Your lashes are fluttering for real now and you’re finally pulling away to create a little bit of distance, bashfully looking down to the ground, “Well, when you put it like that, you make me sound like some kinda pervert.”

Nanami watches how shy you become and he feels as though he’s hardly holding back now, “I have reason to believe you are.” Lord knows killing you was now the last thing on his mind.

You’d just saved yourself by turning him on and you hadn’t the slightest clue. Hell, if anything, you had the nerve to grow shy about it.

Cute.

It takes you a moment to collect yourself and the moment your eyes meet his again, you can feel the lust hanging between the two of you. “Is that a bad thing?” You murmur.

“No…” Nanami replies rather quickly, contrasting the firmness of his tone. Then he cocks his head to the side and finally allows his brows to meet slightly, “But, what am I meant to do with you now? Hm?”

“Whatever you want,” Comes spilling past your lips almost too eagerly, even for yourself.

He feels the painfully prominent twitch of his cock as your words ring out into the air and his mind was straying further and further from that gentlemanly approach he was so desperately trying to keep with you. “Careful, sweetheart.” Nanami advises, “You still don’t really know me.”

You appear to be amused by that, given the way you smile, “We can get to know each other in a few different ways.”

His voice is hardly restrained at this point, etching deeper into something husky, “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” You hum ever so innocently.

His eyes narrow down on you, “And how do you suggest we do that this late into the night?”

……

You had one suggestion.

But, it was less of a suggestion and more of a request.

Chase me through the woods, you’d said. Now your feet were burning against the uneven dirt below your rushed footsteps.

Sure, he agreed. And now you felt as though you’d run into him at any given moment now. 

Before you even exited the house, Nanami mentioned that if you make it to your car before he finds you, it’d be best that you went ahead and left. When you asked him why, he told you, “You won’t be able to handle what finds you.”

Does that later turn out to be true? Maybe. But did you care in the moment? Of course not, you just got a hot stranger to agree to chase you through the woods! One of your darkest fantasies was coming to life and you couldn’t be happier.

But, you had to pretend like it wasn’t exactly what you’d been wanting since the moment he saw you bent into the hood of your car. This totally wasn’t the reason you’d been so bold with him and you definitely don’t want him to find you now.

A few more pieces of information had been shared between the two of you before you went running. Apparently, Nanami went out and fixed your car while you were holed up in the guest bedroom—even though he told you earlier that he couldn’t work in the dark. 

The two of you also agreed that if he finds you before you find your car, he’s going to fuck you. The last thing he wanted to do was anything without your consent.

Even a murderer like him had morals! For you, at least.

The only thing Nanami didn’t tell you was that the car he fixed? Yeah, it’s actually not in the spot you left it in.

You don’t realize that until you get there.

————

You’re a bit out of breath after running for the past few minutes or so but, you’re actually glad to see that your car is nowhere to be found.

Concerned? Sure. But at least this meant you didn’t have to leave just yet.

The only thing about this little arrangement that brought you true concern was how you knew he was somewhere in the woods hunting for you right now. The thought alone sends a chill down your spine, especially as you glance back in the direction you came and notice just how dark the forest is where the moon can’t quite reach.

You swallow thickly and turn away to think. You didn’t really need to hide if you wanted him to fuck you, right?

Nah, if you don’t hide, that’d take away all the fun!

Y’know, the same “fun” that quickly dies when you hear a twig snapping in the distance. Your heart decides to sink straight down into your ass and you nearly let out a sound of surprise. Luckily enough for you, your hand was over your mouth almost instinctively. Then your feet were moving on their own to try and duck behind the nearest and biggest tree you could find.

There’s no way he caught up to you that fast, right?

The surrounding forest is eerily quiet and you feel as though you should be able to hear him coming if that snapping branch was really him…

If anything, if it wasn’t him you think that’d scare you a whole lot more. After all, there is a murderer on the loose.

You didn’t quite consider that before now. What if the killer finds you before Nanami does? What if you died out here because you were too busy trying to get screwed against some tree by a complete stranger? 

Imagine that on your headstone: stupid girl gets brutally dismembered in woods after being found by the known axe-maniac while waiting for some stranger to come fuck her.

Now your eyes were squeezing shut and your back was hugging the stiff tree behind you.

All your senses were quickly growing more alert as the seconds chipped away and suddenly, this wasn’t just a cute lil’ thing you decided to do anymore. You were surrounded by the unknown, covered in the darkness of shadows that cast over you where the moonlight couldn’t lay its delicate glow upon, and slowly growing more and more scared.

Anyone or anything could find you out here before Nanami did. The slightest shift of leaves on the ground just a few inches away from you, where wind gusts over, made your skin jump and you found yourself flinching at every little thing.

The gulp you take is thick with nerves, eyes flashing from one place to another as you try to catch the every adjustment of any and all nearby shades of night. The wood behind you pricks at your skin through the fabric of Nanami’s shirt that you’re still clad in, your back only pressing up against it more as if to merge into the tree itself, and the cool night air caresses the exposed skin of your legs below your shorts.

There was a knot in your stomach now and you were getting antsy for Nanami to hurry up and find you. At least in his arms you’d feel a lot safer than you do right now, all alone in the forest like an idiot. The minutes stretched on and it’s not long before you start debating resuming the search for your vehicle.

Perhaps getting into it and driving away wasn’t such a bad idea after all…

Especially considering the way Nanami sucks at locating you. You left his cabin over twenty minutes ago and have been hiding behind the same tree for the past six or seven, surely he should have found you by now, since he knows these woods so well.

Yet there you stood, growing colder under the night’s chilled air and worrying for your safety for the first time since you’d been stranded. Hell, you almost started to regret this whole—

The sound of a sharp thwack into the very thick wood you were hiding behind captures your attention. Followed by the words, “Found you,” being heaved out into the quiet air, warm breath smacking against your ear and making you flinch so hard it was like you left your own flesh for a moment. 

If you weren’t scared shitless before, you damn sure were now.

You instinctively lurch your body forward in a pathetic attempt to escape, but then there’s a grasp on your hair and your whole frame is jerked back. “Don’t fucking run from me, we have a deal, remember?”

You stumble back against Nanami’s beefy chest as he snatches you back toward him and your breath catches in your throat, cunt throbbing already in… fear? arousal? Something in between—like scarousal—perhaps. Gasping, “Nanami I-“

He’s cutting you off by moving a hand to your jaw and forcing you to angle it back so you can meet his now brooding brown eyes. The gentleman you swore you once knew seems to be gone with the way he was looking at you now as if he wanted to eat you alive.

One of his fingers slips up against your expression just to push past your pretty, slightly drooling lips and spread them against the pad of his thumb. “If you don’t want this anymore, say that, and I’ll stop,” He utters hotly.

Your lashes flutter and you let him press that thumb of his all the way into your mouth, sucking on it like some slut before you actually fix your lips to answer him, “I still want it.”

The fear you had previously has been completely replaced by your own whorish arousal and you reveled in the way he treats you. Nanami grunts, “Then don’t run from it.”

“I didn’t mean to, I just-“

“Shut up,” The man all but groans before tipping your head all the way back so he can press his lips down into yours.

He kisses you hungrily as if he’d been waiting to do so from the moment he’d set eyes on you. Fuck, this was bad. He’s supposed to have gotten rid of you by now and yet here he is, tugging at your clothes to get a feel of you, tonguing your down, and swallowing up your every whine.

The fact that you asked him to do this whole thing was what really drove him insane. He can’t help but be rough with the way he handles you, shoving you forward a bit so that he could be the one between your body and the tree you so poorly hid behind.

His hand had left your face and your head angled a bit more so the kiss could continue while his grip greedily cupped your tits into his big hands. You were melting against his every touch, moaning into his mouth, and then bucking your ass back against his crotch.

The moment his cock is felt through the thick fabric of his jeans, you gasp, “Nanami-“

“Kento,” He corrects swiftly, two fingers shifting against your breasts just to give your nipples a mean pinch. “Say my name while I fuck you, got it?” He commands heavily.

Then his hands were leaving your tits, just for a moment, so that he could bring them up to the collar of your shirt and begin to tug. Your lips slip off of his with a wet pop! followed by a cute gasp from your throat as you turn to watch the way he riiips that shirt of his straight down the middle.

The torn fabric shreds to the floor and then you feel Nanami’s gaping mouth at the side of your neck, palms desperate as they fly to your breasts again to fondle the gorgeous mounds in his hands. He’s squeezing and then gliding the fat of his thumbs over your perky nipples again, giving them a playful little twist, and then smiling into your skin at the way you whine.

“Sensitive, huh?” Nanami sears against you, letting the hungry drool from his lips slick up the area where his mouth had just been. 

He takes the following pathetic sound from your lips as a reply and then moves his fingers to flick at your delicate buds as a finality before letting one hand fall down in between the two of you.

If he didn’t get some sort of relief right now, he was going to lose his mind.

Nanami is rather skillful with the one hand he leaves at your tits, switching between each to give them the same amount of attention and carefully pulling strings of wonton moans past your drunkenly parted lips. He had hardly done anything yet and he already knew you’d been waiting on this.

The sound of his belt buckle clacking against itself as he messily unbuckles the hindering item and then flings it off to the side seems to echo throughout the not-so-scary forestry. You hear but a few more shuffles and feel his hand brushing over the curve of your ass just a couple more times before something viscous and sweltering is thumping against your ass with a faint curve upwards.

You’re feeling overly dizzy now. Particularly as he moves his hands to your hips and swirls the two of you around so he can press your face against the three you two have been standing behind. You wanted to hate that harsh scratch of wood against your cheek, but you couldn’t even think with Nanami’s weeping cock busy pouring out drooly strings of precum against the bare skin of your lower back.

If anything, your lashes were too busy fluttering as you let your head tilt and your eyes tried to catch a subtle glance at the weight resting below your slowly arching spine.

If there wasn’t a wet mess pooling in between your thighs before then there damn sure was now, almost uncontrollably so. 

Nanami goes along to tug away the sorry fabric of your shorts, watching the way they slip down your legs and pool oh-so-gracefully at your ankles. His cock lay needily against your panties now as he leaned forward for your ear, whispering, “Can you feel that?”

Your cunt flutters ridiculously around nothing and your voice has been reduced to a pitiable mumble, “Yes, Kento..”

A pretty response like that earns you the grazing of his teeth against the crown of your ear as his voice drops impossibly lower, “How’s it feel, huh? Tell me.” Nanami directs, leaving you no room to argue.

And as if to coax your answer out of your suddenly moan-clogged throat, his hips real back and he angles his cock down before thrusting the thick of it in between your sweat-slicked thighs, allowing you to feel the heaty veins decorating his shaft.

You moan as if he’d just pushed into you, “Big, Ken’.. so fuckin’ big..” To which he groans right into your ear so that you would really digest what it is your aroused tone did to him.

Those hands he had at your hips are now keeping your body steady so he can properly pry his hips back and let his cock schliiick up against the wet soiling of your panties, stuffing between your thighs perfectly and rubbing along your slobbering folds deliciously.

Then—ever the talker—as if to earn a lovely throb of your pussy against him, he’s heaving all over again. “Do you like it?” Nanami taunts, biting back a smile, “Having a big cock rubbing in between your thighs like this? Hm?”

Your cunt is wetly begging for more at this point; body thrumming, sleek with sweat mixed through an overwhelming heat, and desperate need to fuck. Any longer with him rutting in between your thighs like this and you felt as though you’d pass out from lack of dick being inside you.

Eventually grumbling an answer out to him, “Y-Yes but-, ah..!” You’re cut off by the obviously purposeful way his glazed mushroom tip pokes up against the pad of your panties, doubly smearing pre into the already soaked material and simultaneously teasing your folds to part.

“But what?” Namai questions far too innocently for the way he’s torturing your poor, needy pussy right now.

Huffing from kiss-bitten lips, “I want you inside me, Kento,” You plead too prettily for him to deny.

“Mmh,” A hand of his comes up to force your head back again, letting your eyes meet his shaded brown ones, “Where’s those manners, huh?”

“P-Please,” You whisper, “I just want-“

“Louder,” Nanami cuts off crisply enough for you to release a bashless whine.

“Kento, please fuck me,” You breathed out finally, “I need it, need you inside me. Pleeease.”

Considering that perfect enough for both his ego and the aching inches of his cock, a commanding, “Spread your legs,” plummets past his lips.

Your feet have never parted faster, thighs parting and removing the warm pressure that’d been hugging his dick all too addictively. Then you bend over further, if possible, and rest a little more comfortably against the tree ahead.

“Mhm, exactly like that. Now arch,” He directs, hand pressing into your spine whilst your face smushes into the rough bark of the tree. 

You were too horny to mind the pain, though. Nanami’s hand suddenly comes down on your ass as he slaps it, the impact ringing out into the surrounding quiet. 

Finally, you begin to feel his fingers hook around the only material hanging in between you and him before he stretches it out a bit and then lets go, letting your panties smack! against your puffy pussy lips and ripping a whimper out of your throat.

At the sound, Nanami swears he almost cums.

Which is exactly why he knew he couldn’t tease you much longer. So he hooks his fingers again and then lazily tears the fabric apart so that it could flutter off your throbbing body and leave you bare to his craving gaze.

“Fuck, look at you,” Nanami gasps as he takes his heavy length into his hand and angles the plump, welled tip in between your slick dribbling folds, “Such a mess for it already…”

You clasp your bottom lip in between your teeth and hate how he lets himself glide up instead of in, slipping past your cunt, catching against your clit for a second too fast for your cockdrunken brain to process, and then further up as if to… measure something?

Nanami tugs you back by your hips a little and once your ass is nice and flush with his sharp pelvis, he hooks his arm around you and then begins to feel around for where the length of his cock comes to a stop against you.

Chuckling, “Am I even going to fit in here?” He asks tauntingly. Following that rhetorical question up with an annoying groan of, “Ah, shit. That’s gonna be really deep, sweetheart. Can you take that?”

“I can,” You blurt out ever so sweetly.

Nanami scoffs, “You’re just greedy for some cock to fill you up, aren’t you?” He asks as if he didn’t already know the answer.

Which is why he’s anything but surprised at the way you murmur a delightful, “Y-Yes,” as if you weren’t too sure of your own words.

“And she agrees,” He mocks tenderly and then lets his dick travel back down to slap against your folds with one wet plap echoing into the forest air. “I bet you didn’t even try to hide properly, did you?”

“I did-,” You tried to answer him properly, you really did. But as that swollen cockhead of his begins to protrude past your syrupy entrance, your breath is tangled up in your throat. “Ohmygod…” You’re heaving into the tree.

“So wet-,” Nanami hisses in tandem with you, “Fuck, you wrap around me so gorgeously,” He whispers whilst leaning back a bit and letting his palms paw at your ass cheeks just to spread them apart and get a better look.

Your eyes quickly begin to kiss the back of your skull, nails clawing at the bark of the tree ahead of you because of how thick Nanami’s cock is. You think your legs are shaking a bit, but you can’t tell if that’s because of how indigent you were for this or because of how wide he’s stretching you.

It takes you a loong group of seconds to adjust to the sheer girth of his cock, in which Nanami attempts to go slow and cater to the clear twitch and overall stutter in your expression. His gaze switched back and forth between the way your pussy was swallowing up his slightly curving inches and the flashes of surprise to gorgeous pleasure across your face.

The slow, shallow grinding into your rather accepting cunt only lasts for so long until he physically can’t take it anymore.

That quickly ends with one blunt thrust, his unfairly fat tip smooching the hilt of your soaked pussy and hauling a heightened moan from deep within you. Then he’s keeping you perfectly still so that he can begin to bury himself in and out of your gooey cunt, slick dripping off from where you two met and tap, tap, tapping! against the poor crumbled leaves below.

“Mmgh… god, you’re a slut.” Nanami slurs half-drunkenly to you. He was losing his mind faster than he could comprehend, getting so utterly lost in the way you lulled his erection deeper inside your already-stuffed pussy each time he pried himself back. “Letting me fuck you in the middle of the woods like this,” He moans, fingertips now bruising the skin of your hips, “Just eager to be used, huhh?”

“Uhuh,” You drool, no longer caring about the rather debauched state of your ruined frame. “I... ah! Mmgh, I w-wanted this s’bad, Kento..”

He breaks out an all too pleased smile, hips stuttering against your ass now, “This was why you couldn’t sleep, wasn’t it?” He assumes, “You needed a stranger like me to-, hahh.. chase you through the woods ‘n stuff this poor, desperate lil’ hole of yours, yeahhh?”

You’re a delirious mess of all sorts now, nodding cockdrunkenly as he plows into you with loud, wet thrusts. “Y-Yeah, needed this… mmphf-, fuck!” You moan.

“Awh, you’re so sweet.” Nanami coos all of a sudden. 

Though the gentleness of his baritone voice gives you whiplash, considering how he shifts behind you and wraps a bulky arm around your neck unexpectedly. As he captures you in a headlock and pounds his pleasureful cock into you harder, leaving your legs quaking a little, Nanami decides to talk into your ear again with a whisper of,  “How’s it feel to be my sweet final girl?” that leaves you dazed.

“Final-, hnngh…” You’re somewhere through another orgasm now, having not even realized the mess you’ve begun to leave against his sloppy dick. Breathing past the pressure of muscle at the center of your throat, “F-Final girl?”

“Yes,” He murmurs softly as if it were no big deal. Your body was just jerking and bouncing with the way he roughly fucked you senselessly, carrying on this little conversation with such ease that it literally had your eyes crossing and your mind reduced to a mushy mess, “You know, the only person to survive a killer in those slasher movies,” Nanami explains.

“K-Kento!” You gasp out in response to that. This meant he really was that axe murderer all this time! Not that you had the time to digest that when he was too busy rearranging your very euphoric walls, “Hahh… those-, mmgh! Those articles, they-, ah.. they were all you?” You eventually manage.

Nanami tilts his head to the side and you miss the way he flashes a full, proud smile, “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure that one out yourself.”

Sputtering, “Then why… mmpf-, f-fuck, why’re you letting me live?”

“Priorities, sweetheart,” The blond insists, thick strands of hair sticking to the crown of his forehead now. “I’m hoping if I fuck you hard enough you won’t tell anyone,” He admits, as if he couldn’t have gotten away with this whole thing without ever admitting anything to you.

And yet, your pussy was down there gushing all over him as soon as he revealed his “secret” to you. So, he felt as though you didn’t care too much about who he cut up in his free time, especially not now when you’re too busy taking his cock.

“But-, fuck…” Your body convulses a little and his head was churning against your sweet spot, leaving stringy cobwebs of cum against it as he held back the incoming load he was about to fill you with, “Kento, a-all those people-”

“Shhh, shh, I promise you they all got what was already coming to them,” He explains as if to soothe your moral worrying in the moment. Then he has the nerve to grunt and sharply halt the movement of his hips, using the arm around your throat to bend your body a little more as his cock spurts thick ropes of his seed into you as he pants, “You trust me, don’t you?”

Nodding, “U-Uhuh.” as he lazily pumps his cum deeper inside you, almost like he wanted to make sure it took.

Nanami snickers your agreement, “Aw, poor girl, she’s too stuffed to think straight anymore,” He points out smoothly, sliding his other hand down to rub over your clit and feel the way your body thrashes against his in overstimulation, “So what do you say, huh? You won’t tell anyone about me, right?” He asks anyway.

Your voice is a shaky stutter and you felt as though you couldn’t breathe, choking up on your own orgasm, “I-I’d never-, nngh.. snitch on you, Kento.” You claim stupidly.

To which Nanami rolls his eyes, “Wow, it really only takes some cock to have you trusting a complete stranger? Pathetic…”

A couple more energy-spent thrusts later and his length flops out of you, leaving your pussy leaking with his cum and the two of you panting heavily.

It takes a few moments for the both of you to gather yourselves, but neither of you really moves. You stay wrapped up in the rather endearing headlock he’s put you in, and he doesn’t seem like he plans to let you go at first.

Then, it’s slow but, he carefully unravels you out of his grasp, and you two lean forward against the poor tree that had to stand there and watch you two go at it like feral animals.

Nanami’s bare chest is rising and falling with slow, measured breaths against you, and you find it oddly peaceful now. Well, ignoring the filth of cum sliding down your thighs currently…

You eventually break the gathering of your breath with a playful murmur, “Sooooo,” The moment your breathy tone hit his ears, he knew exactly what you were about to ask. “You don’t uh, kill the people you fuck, riiiight?”

Nanami pauses, long and hard.

“Unfortunately for you, sweetheart,” He begins, just to give you one last scare, “I do.”

Gulp.

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clingy. dramatic. whiny. sickeningly sweet.

the perfect words to describe your dachshund. coincidentally, also the perfect words to describe your charlie. your friends liked to joke that you knew exacty what you liked.

charlie dalton was a sweet boy. he seemed bold and strong and extroverted, but you and neil knew that he wanted nothing more than to cozy up with you under some fuzzy blankets, on some soft, cool, goose down pillows.

"baby?"

charlie was nowhere in sight. you suspected he might be hiding in your closet or under your bed to grab your foot as you walked by. you had grown used to it by now.

"charlie?" you called gently but loud enough for him to hear from anywhere he might be hiding.

you also noticed the unfamiliar silence of a home with a dachshund. where had carina gone?

the kettle was heard turning off in the distance, signalling that it was now time for tea. you were oddly reserved for a teenager whose parents were out of town, you thought as you headed down to the kitchen in your fuzzy, animal print slippers.

some hushed whispers from a velvety voice tickled the air from a nearby room. you couldn't help but smile before hurrying to the drawing room.

"charlie!" you exclaimed happily.

your boyfriend gave you a soft grin before pressing his index finger to his lips and shushing you gently, gesturing at the furry, jealousy-inducingly comfortable creature lying on his lap.

"our child is trying to sleep. could you tone it down, please?" charlie said with a laugh, slowly running his finger up and down the dachshund's muzzle. you giggled, kicking off your slippers and feeling the plushness of the printed carpet before finally reaching the loveseat and placing the mugs on the nearby telephone stand. you sank into the cushion next to your boyfriend as he pulled you snug against him.

"there's no need for evidence to prove you're the father. you're both so whiny and desperate for affection."

charlie gasped dramatically, covering the dog's floppy ears. "me? whiny?"

you scoffed. you moved a lock of his hair out of his face and pet carina, who was now wide awake and scrambling out of her second-favourite-person's lap to shower you in kibble-scented kisses.

"oh, good morning, pretty girl! good morning!"

charlie stared at you in awe as the sunlight kissed your face, giving you a glow found only in movies. he had a habit of looking at you like that; you'd seen it in the cave near welton and whenever you dressed up for a date.

"carina didn't greet me like that when i saw her. she rolled over for belly rubs instead," he laughed. "guess that means she likes you more than me."

carina's tail wagged rapidly as she whined. you scritched under her chin.

"doesn't mean that…" you kissed charlie on the cheek before he cupped your face with both hands, pecking you on the lips. "probably just means she wanted belly rubs after going a few hours without them." "probably."

"drink your tea."

charlie pulled you closer, nuzzling the crook of your neck.

"so needy. and so cute."

"'m not cute. 'm manly and strong."

"sure."

you three stayed on the loveseat for what was nearly half an hour, allowing the sheer yellow curtains to warm your faces with more sunlight and transform the room into what looked like a page from a home decor magazine as you enjoyed each other's warmth and company.

“But, Neil, you are gonna freeze.”

“I am wearing two sweaters, besides, you are freezing already.”

“I'm sorry. Now you are gonna be cold and it's my fault.”

“Don't worry.” He kissed your forehead. “You have to be more careful next time, okay?” You nodded. “But I will give you my jacket one hundred times if you need it.”

Todd Anderson

The boy looked so cute sitting next to you with his red cheeks, sweet eyes and cute light brown hair. He was the only thing that was distracting you from the coldness. It wasn't winter yet, but it was windy in the woods, and inside the cave —where you were currently—.

“Are you okay?” He asked quietly as the other boys started arguing about the snacks.

“Yeah…”

“Are you sure? You… look cold.”

“I am, but it's okay, I'm not freezing anyway.”

“But you could get sick.”

He sat closer, shaking a little bit. Even if he didn't want to admit it, it was still a little difficult to talk out loud sometimes. He took his jacket and put it on top of your body, covering your chest and hands, like a blanket.

“Todd, you are an angel, but I'm gonna feel bad if you get sick. Here.”

You sat even closer, touching his knee with your own. His body tensed a little, but when you put half of his jacket on him, he relaxed. The other poets didn't notice how both of you were looking at them like lost puppies, more worried about each other's health.

Charlie Dalton

“Come here. I'm gonna make you warm with my own body.”

“Charlie!” You exclaimed, covering your face. The boys laughed at your reaction.

“And I am the one with a dirty mind, huh?” He smirked. “C'mon, come here.”

You left your spot next to Meeks and walked towards him, rolling your eyes. Charlie extended his hands, like he was asking for a hug. He guided you to sit between his legs, on the ground, and embraced you from behind, like he was a bear imprisoning your body.

“You are squeezing me.”

“That's the point, dummy.”

In that position, it was easier for him to put his chin on top of your head. You complained, but you preferred that over than freezing to death.

At some point, when Neil was reading a poem from the book “Five Centuries of Verse”, a gust of wind snuck through the cave entrance, causing you to shiver. Charlie noticed, so he grabbed your hands between his and started to rub them together.

“Better?” He whispered.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Everything for you.”

Knox Overstreet

“You are not going outside like that.” He said.

At first, he sounded like your dad, so you thought that he was talking about the pyjama pants or maybe the shirt. Of course, it was confusing because you were just going to one of the dead poets society reunions, sneaking in the middle of the night.

“What?”

“Yes. You are not going outside without a jacket or at least a sweater. Come here.” None of the others gathered with you, so you followed him to his room, which was the closest. You couldn't be noisy or careless. That's why you were so anxious about being in the hallway. When you turned your gaze from your surroundings to his room, with the door open, you flinched. Suddenly, he showed a wide range of garment options on clothes hangers.

“You have my red cardigan, which is your favorite; my black jacket, this other green cardigan; Welton's sweater…”

“Isn't that my green cardigan? I thought I had lost it.”

“Well, maybe you forgot it in the study room and as the good boyfriend I am, I took care of it for you.”

“Sure…”

“So?”

“The red cardigan.”

Steven Meeks

He noticed that the long sleeve you were wearing wasn't enough. He sat next to you and took your hands gently.

“You should already know that the weather here is dense.” He whispered while the others laughed at one of Charlie's jokes.

“I was too lazy to return and grab a jacket.” You yawned.

“Have you been staying up late?” He asked with concern while taking off his jacket.

“Sometimes. I can't be a poet and a good student at the same time.”

You put on his jacket and the scarf he offered later. With his beanie and sweater, he looked cozy, but you still felt bad for stealing his clothes.

“I can help you with homework if you want.”

“I appreciate that, but it's okay.” Another yawn. “It's not about how many assignments I have, it's about the time. But I'm gonna be okay.”

“You deserve to rest too. The others will understand if you need to stay for a night or two.”

“And miss out on all of your incredible poems? Never.”

“Then come here.” He patted his shoulder. “You can rest and listen.”

“Fine…”

You snuggled against him, closing your eyes to rest. It wasn't long before you truly fell asleep. Meeks looked down at you with a cute smile. Your friends kept their voices down that night, avoiding to disturb you. You really needed that sleep, even if it was surrounded by rocks and dirt.

Gerard Pitts

“G?”

He turned around, almost colliding with Cameron. His vision was limited between the darkness of the woods, but still, your silhouette was something he would always recognize.

“Yes?”

“I'm sorry, can you please stay behind with me?”

“Yes! Do you need help?” He walked towards you with a flashlight.

“I just… I'm not as fast as all of you. I'm getting out of breath.”

“It's okay, don't worry. Let's wait for a second until you feel better.” He took your hand, trying to comfort you. Then he noticed how cold it was. “You are freezing.”

“I'm okay…”

“You are not!” He quickly put his jacket over your arms and shoulders. “Let's go, the cave would probably be warmer.” Pitts grabbed your hand again, this time, sliding it in the pocket of his hoodie.

“Thank you…” Your voice sounded quieter compared with the loud noises your friends were making a few steps away.

“I will always be here.”

You walked behind the group. Pitts never let you go until all of the poets arrived at the cave. He made sure you were comfortable and warm, even if that meant that he had to be cold for a little while.

Richard Cameron

Cameron knew you well, that's why he came out of his room with a small backpack. Charlie looked at him as if the ginger was crazy, thinking the bag would make him slower because all they needed were flashlights and a book or two.

When they gathered at the exit of the school, everything made sense.

“Cam, I'm freezing. Can I borrow your jacket?” You asked, rubbing your hands together.

“So I can freeze? You are crazy.” He rolled his eyes and opened the backpack.

You were about to complain about how mean he was with you sometimes, even if it was a joke. But he took out a jacket, a beanie, a scarf and a pair of gloves.

“It's not even that cold yet.” Knox said, looking around for snow, but there wasn't.

“Tell them that. They act like it's December or something.”

You put on the clothes, feeling a warm sensation filling up from head to toes.

“You are my savior.”

“Aham. I'm not gonna be your savior anymore if you keep forgetting to bring extra clothes.”

“But now I know that you would bring me some. Why's that?”

“Because we would be accused of murder if you died of coldness in the woods.”

“Nah, it's because you care about me.”