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monst · 4 years

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Yandere Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

Warnings again: Non/con,Food play, Force feeding til you puke, Oral (giving), Tentacles, tbh this is actually kinda freaky and not in a sexy way…

Enjoy!

“Say ah~”

You pressed your lips against each other firmly, teeth clenching behind your closed jaw. You couldn’t take another bite. You wouldn’t take another bite. Tamaki frowned at your slitted gaze, his pale pink lips pursed in a pout as he held the spoon up to your closed lips.

“Come now don’t be like this Bambi.” The pet name makes you recoil, a displeased grimace on your face. Sadly you don’t even move but an inch from him. You desperately wished you could move but your body was wound up tightly. Thick slimy appendages sucked at your exposed skin as they curled around your body. They pulsed against your doughy skin, the plush texture would easily deceive anyone but the grip it had on your form was nothing short of painful.

You could feel him constrict you further when you continued to refuse him. The metallic spoon had pushed past your lips, the cold metal rubbing against your teeth was uncomfortable as was the tart cream that now stained your lips and invaded your nose. You didn’t want any more cake. Your jaw almost loosened when his hand came up to grab your face, his fingers indenting the soft flesh of your cheeks.

“Why are you being like this again?” He asked, disappointment lathered onto his tone. You wanted to yell at him, spit in his face for even trying to act like you were in the wrong. You didn’t of course, you knew that if you did that would only invite another spoonful into your mouth.

“Are you trying to ruin our anniversary?” He sighed dejectedly. You felt a tear roll down your cheek. The word had brought back horrendous memories, memories of a time in which you were privy to who the hero Suneater really was. Memories of when you thought that when he called you Bambi it was because he thought you were a curious bright eyed individual. It had turned out that he referred to you as such because of your ‘endearing naivety’. He had called you such a name because he wanted someone to fawn over, someone he could take care of, someone he could guide, love and feed.

To him you were that abandoned deer, the one who needed to be protected and coddled. He didn’t understand why you refused to let him take care of you, why you sometimes refused to eat. He didn’t know why you were so ungrateful, why you wouldn’t eat every single last bit. He wasn’t asking for much, that wasn’t too much to ask of your lover right? So why were you always resisting?!

“(Name) Open your mouth or I’m going to get really angry.” His voice dropped, his indigo eyes narrowing to slits.

You held fast onto your position, you wouldn’t give, if you did you feared your stomach would rupture. Not only had he force fed you appetizers and his rendition of a ‘candlelit’ dinner but he was also feeding you roughly about two pounds of cake. Your belly was already full so much so that you could feel how taut it was. It pressed out uncomfortably and nausea was beginning to take hold of your senses the longer he pressed the frosting to your lips.

A whimper slipped past your lips when you felt his blunt nails dig deeper into your skin. You were almost relieved when he let go but to your horror his fingers pinched your nose effectively cutting off your air supply. Your lungs quickly began to burn as the thick tentacles began to also squeeze down on your ribs, almost as if trying to choke and press your lungs clean out of air. It wasn’t long before you needed air so bad that your mouth betrayed you.

Your greedy gulp of air was cut off by the spoon entering your mouth, the spongy texture of the cake almost making you gag. “P-Please!” you sputtered, holding what was supposed to be a happy treat captive in your mouth. “Please no more!” You wailed, rivers of tears sliding down your hot cheeks.

“But bunny you're almost done.” He pouted. “Be a good girl for me and finish at least two more spoonful's.” He cooed.

You nodded, sniffling stray snot as you swallowed. The two other spoons were agony and you were more than glad for it to have been over. “Drat.” He snapped all of a sudden. “I forgot to get you something to drink. I’m so sorry.” The soft tone he used was unsettling.

“I-It’s okay I’m not thirsty.” You trembled, you were going to puke if you had anything else.

“No, you need something to wash it all down.” He resolved. “But- (Name).” You felt your blood drain from your veins, a heavy weight sinking into your belly. “Open your mouth.” You shook your head. But the fingers of his other hand quickly took tentacle form and he was prying your jaw open. His dark eyes bore into you as he saw that you had lied to him and that your mouth still housed the cake. Without warning a thick silky tentacle was pushed in between your lips, it invaded your mouth and hung heavy on your tongue as it gathered all edibles to the back of your throat.

True to his nickname for you, your eyes widened looking akin to the wide eyes gaze of said beloved Disney character. He sipped into the channel of your throat and he groaned when he felt you swallow around him. His eyes stared at the bob of your throat as the sickeningly sweet morsel went down the chute. A gleeful smile lit his features.

“I’ve decided on what type of drink I want to give you.” The sound of him unbuckling his belt was more than enough of a clue to let you know what he meant. Using his tentacles he contorted your body to kneel on the floor. Looking up at him you realized you didn’t recognize who this monster was. But you didn’t have time to ponder on where he went wrong instead something else met your lips.

The pearly white bead of pre caught onto the pulpy flesh of your lips, The head of his cock was swollen, red and eager telling you that he had been enjoying himself and the situation he put you in for a long time. You could only squirm when he traced your lips with his cock, the bulbous head painting your lips white as if he were applying lip gloss. You thought of keeping your mouth closed but you were human and if there's one thing mammals like humans were good at it was adapting. Fighting him only seemed to bring you more pain and so you parted your lips allowing him to rest his girthy length on your tongue.

You let him use your mouth, you tried drowning out his pleased groans and sighs. You hummed when he praised and swallowed when he asked, you wanted him to finish and to just leave you be. Your nose was buried in his dark pubes when you realized that he was close.

“Bambi I’m gonna-” And he did, he came down your throat, the warm liquid sliding down to join the rest of what you had been fed. Soon it became too much and the excess spilled from your lips, you coughed and gagged and when he pulled out you retched. It came out of your nose and you heaved, your stomach lurching, body rejecting everything it didn’t need. You were wiping your mouth when you realized that the tentacles had left your body. Instead you felt something cool wipe across your lips. Both of you were silent as Tamaki cleaned you up. You could have left, you could have gotten up but there was a silent threat in the air and you could only sit and watch in muted horror as he cleaned up your bile. His silence was frightening and only when he was done did he turn back to you. A calm smile on his face.

“A-are you mad?” You asked timidly. He shook his head and walked over to the microwave.

“No.” He opened it and pulled out..tupperware.. “Because I made extra.”

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monst · 4 years

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Warnings again: Graphic descriptions of murder, Dubcon, Incest, Pre-meditated murder, Gore

Inspired by: Halloween, Micheal Myers and this post -> Here (The little brother bit of it)

This story can be read either entirely or you can skip, the middle background, you won’t really be missing the juicy bits since it just describes the early stages of his...infatuation

Enjoy!

Silence reigned over the living room save for the desperate wheezes of the dual toned man’s hair. The air hissed as it slipped into his greedy mouth, the heavy sound of his pants were followed by the almost painful expansion of his lungs. He wiped a gloved hand over his brow collecting the droplets that had accumulated throughout the ordeal.

His stormy eyes looked down at his hand, he saw his soiled reflection on the metallic steel. His pupils danced in dilation, his nostrils still flared. His blood was hot, scorching his veins as with every pound of his heart. He let the blade fall to the stained rug, fingers trembling with nerves? Adrenalin? Excitement?

It started with the curving of his lips, then a breathless chuckle until he was keeling over with laughter, tears in his eyes as his foot connected with the soft tissue of the body. He repeated the action kicking the belly of his victim, further soiling his shoes. The beige rug was stained a nauseating maroon, said color also decorated the sofa and he could feel the once warm liquid cool on his face.

A mess of blood and viscera was left in the place where the man had once cowered. He leered over the man’s body, a grin stretching his pale pink lips. His tongue swept over his lips as he leaned down to the man’s ear to whisper secretively.

“I’ve been wanting to do this to you the moment I set my eyes on you.” He chirped. “You’ve never deserved her” his fingers slid over the shredded skin of the man’s face as he plucked the crimson stained mask off his face. He stood up and slid the bloodied scream mask over his face, his menacing form illuminated by the colorful strobe lights that still circled the room. He turned towards the staircase of the house, It was time to pay you a visit and give you the good news.

His heavy footfalls creaked the stairs as he made his way up closer to you, his stomach fluttered with emotion and his elation twitched beneath his trousers. ‘Finally’ He thought as the door to your room whined open. ‘Finally’

Now you may be wondering how it all came to this. How such an unassuming man could take someone’s life in such a cruel and violent way. To explain that, we need to go back, back in time to the exact moment in which warmth seeped into the man’s heart. The moment in which he decided that he’d do absolutely anything for his older sister.. And that happened when he was a boy and it was all because of the touch of a hand…

(Backstory is optional, you can easily skip ahead towards the morning of the event)

There was a clear disinterest in the young child’s eyes as his eyes observed the glossy casket. He could hear the whispers of the surrounding guests. The susurrations of ‘what’s going to happen to the children’ ‘The young one doesn’t seem to care about what happened.’ ‘Shush it’s not like he understands what’s going on’ There were more whispers being dropped than there were tears but Shouto disagreed, he understood very well. He just couldn’t find it in himself to care.

His eldest sister Fuyumi bawled enough for the rest of the Todoroki siblings. Call him cynical but Shouto didn’t understand why he should cry, why he didn’t give a rats ass that the old man had kicked the can. He supposed he should care about the casket next to his father’s embalmed corpse but he wasn’t exactly close to his snowy haired brother. In simple terms he wasn’t moved by the theatrics and wanted nothing more than to go home. A home without Enji Todoroki, he wondered what life would be like now that his father was dead. Easier? He pondered on all the freedom he’d finally have…..

Shouto truly didn’t understand… He loathed that vile man and yet his eyes were wet with tears, his small nose stuffing as he sniffled. He had balled his small fists, clutching the dark cloth of his dress shorts, his eldest sister Fuyumi had her face buried in her hands, her shoulders shaking. She couldn’t console herself, not to mention her yonder siblings. It was at that moment that he realized how alone he was, Fuyumi seemed leagues away, so out of reach.

His older brother was furthest away the veil of death separating whatever comfort he may have received from the teen. A cold chill filled his small frame until something came and banished it. Your fingers interlocked with his as you drew him close, he glued himself to the warmth you provided, his body shaking as you hugged him whispering consolations.

“I-It’s going to be okay Sho.” You sniffled. “W-we still have each other.”

Shouto clung to you ever since, you were two years his senior, his beloved older sister who was always there for him. Sure he had Fuyumi but she wasn’t you, she was someone he had a familial tie to, someone who provided for the both of you, to him Fuyumi was just the guardian. She wasn’t special to him like you were, there wasn’t that connection, there wasn’t that bond. And sadly it never developed as Fuyumi had to leave the both of you for long lengths of time.

You however adored Fuyumi, you were grateful for her sacrifice of becoming something

akin to a parent towards you and Shouto. In your younger years you scurried about to help her with whatever you could and more often than naught it was watching Shouto while she worked. Your little brother was an oddball, he had a habit of following you around and refused to make friends so as not to leave you. Despite countless arguments of it not being an issue he held fast and you relented and allowed him to shadow you freely.

In all honesty the signs were all there, the youngest Todoroki would become hysterical when he didn’t know of your whereabouts, he was frustratingly clingy and hostile towards all of your friends. You had lost many friends due to your younger brother’s jaws of doom. No one wanted to play with you when your brother laid in wait like a piranha. This led to further skirmishes but Fuyumi wasn’t adept at dealing with such issues and reassured you that it was just a phase. So you sucked it up, you didn’t want to worry Fuyumi and add to her stress. ‘It’s probably not easy for her to raise us, especially since she’s younger herself.’

And so life went on, your brother’s clinginess never waned but it was diminished when he finally entered highschool. Regardless of him wanting it or not people began to gravitate towards him. To him it was the most annoying thing in the universe. He hated playing nice with his schoolmate, what was even the point? He didn’t care for them, he didn’t love them, they served no purpose and only helped in separating him from you. But he played nice. He played nice for your sake, he was your dear sweet little brother after all and he wouldn’t allow those nuisances to taint your vision of him.

Everything was going swell, Fuyumi was prosering and getting more and more busy. To his delight she’d leave for days on end on business trips as well. His days would start with him greeting you in the morning and you blessing his cheek with an innocent ‘good morning’ kiss. You’d walk to school, sometimes you’d blow off your friends to eat lunch with him, it always made him feel special, and then you’d walk home. He always loved it when Fuyumi was gone and the both of you were alone. It was almost like the two of you were husband and wife. The thought never failed at leaving him breathless.

It wasn’t weird. He had rationalized that it was only natural to marry the one you loved. Besides you had agreed to it when you were younger. However, not everyone was accepting of the loving relationship he had with you.

“Ew you call your little brother baby?” He had overheard the conversation on his way to your class.

“So? He’s my baby brother so I call him baby, it’s not a big deal.” You shrugged.

“It is kinda icky (Name).” The voice that had said it was deep and masculine and he didn’t like how his words made you pause. You should have fought against it, you should have told them to fuck off.

“O-oh…” You mumbled. “I g-guess he is a bit grown.” He had made his presence known after that, his haughty eyes lacerating your classmate. The smug teen had an arm looped around your shoulder and from the look on your face you weren’t opposed to it.

That was a turning point in your relationship. To his dismay you began to date that...guy. That fucker drove a wedge between you. You changed because of him, and he hated it. He despised it so so very much. The day he realized that your boyfriend had to be done away with was when he came home one afternoon, you had insisted he join an extracurricular activity and that had put an end to walking home with you. And so when he came home and he heard you, he ran to his room and peeled back the movie poster in his room, his blue eye widening in horror as that disgusting, vile, grotesque creature defiled you.

The tree at the edge of the property took the brunt of his emotions that day. His fists were split as he abused the bark of the tree, his teeth grinded viciously. All of his fantasies of being your first were dashed, all those nights researching, all those nights observing your body from his peephole, in order to know what you liked “Wasted!” When he walked back in you were adjusting your clothes in the kitchen making the bastard a sandwich.

“S-shouto!” You yelped. You no longer called him baby. You were startled until you took notice of his bruised knuckles. “Are you okay!?” You fretted, reaching out towards him. He flinched away from you, hurt.

“Bah leave the kid alone and stop coddling him, it’s just a flesh wound.” The thing scoffed.

“But it could get infected.” You mumbled.

“Ughh shut up already, where’s my food?” He asked you… Yes, Shouto despised that man. In his mind he had gouged out his perverse eyes and peeled back his grimey skin. You had regressed into yourself ever since you had gotten together with that guy. He dedicated your every move, and to add fire to the ever growing flames he had the audacity to put his hands on you.

“Leave him.” He hissed one day.

“I...I can’t Sho..I love him.” Love? Love he had scoffed. That wasn’t love, god he’d show you what love actually was if you would only leave that man. ‘If only he just died.’ This thought gnawed at the back of his mind as years passed and you remained in such a toxic relationship. By now your...he refused to call him your lover, by now your abuser had died in his mind over a billion times.

Prior to the murder…

(Backstory skippers, it begins here)

It was one of those rare days when that nasty shadow wasn’t looming over you, the both of you were sipping coffee as Fuyumi explained that she would be going abroad. It wasn’t anything new as work for her got busiest during the fall.

“H-He asked me to move out with him.” You smiled.

“Absolutely not.” He scoffed.

“I have to agree with our little brother on this one (Name).” You had blown up on them, screaming about them not understanding, until you were left sobbing in your chair.

“H-He can change… I know he can.” Needless to say, he didn’t. As soon as he heard that Fuyumi was half-way across the globe he pressured you into throwing a party. Luckily for you Shouto didn’t have any classes to attend and was willing to help you arrange the hastily put together party.

“I still can’t believe you're with him.” He mumbled as he arranged the red solo cups on the table.

“Trust me Sho I’ve tried to end it but…” You looked away from the youngest Todoroki until you felt his hand slide into yours.

“Remember, I’ve always got your back if you need me to fuck him up for him to leave you alone I’ll do it.” He smiled, his heart skipped when your arms wrapped around his neck. ‘Soon’ he thought, his arms tightening around your frame.

“I really don’t deserve you Shouto thank you.” You sniffled.

“It’s-

“The fuck are you two doing?” ‘Great’ Shouto rolled his eyes, pressing his lean body closer to yours. ‘It’s here’ “You sure your not tryna fuck your brother you little slut.”

“Of course not.” You mumbled, your arms tightening around your younger brother’s frame, he felt your body tremble, fear and anger coursing through your veins. Ever so slowly you stepped out of the protective embrace of your brother. You didn’t notice how Shouto clenched his jaw when that man’s hand came down on your ass. You shifted away from him but his hand caught you by the crook of your elbow. “What? No kiss? Don’t tell me you're still mad about me cheating on you.” He scoffed.

You looked away, a scowl on your lips. “C’mon babe how ‘bout I make it up to you?” He grinned. You weren’t interested instead you turned towards your brother.

“Are you inviting anyone?” You asked. You caught yourself staring at your younger brother who now towered over you, his dark eyes narrowed at your boyfriend, strong arms crossed against his beefy chest. You made out the way his sharp jaw clenched and it had just struck you ‘He’s gotten so handsome.’ You looked away when you noticed how his eyes softened when he turned towards you.

“Didya buy the booze I asked for?” The other man cut in. You nodded, grateful that Shouto had ran out and bought it for you while you hid all the valuables in the house. He dropped onto the couch unceremoniously and began to message his friends.

“So are you?” You asked once more as the both of you continued to put certain breakable items away.

“Maybe.” He shrugged, he wasn’t particularly interested in inviting the people who called him their friend.

“You should invite that one girl that used to go to highschool with you.” You hummed. “I’m pretty sure she had a crush on you~”

“She did.” He sighed. “I just wasn’t interested, besides inviting her would only make things....awkward.”

“Your so picky Sho, most sophomores in college are out there partying, living life and ‘fucking bitches’” You teased.

“Well I’m not like most men my age.” The drop of his voice startled you, the hair on your arms raising at the slight raspy tone. You excused yourself to change. This wasn’t the first time Shouto’s acted rather...suspicious around you. In his twenty years of life he had always shown particular favor towards you sometimes with an intensity that sort of scared you. It was like he..had feelings for you.

‘Ridiculous’ You chimed as you stripped out of your clothes. You had always reminded yourself that the thought was preposterous. ‘He’s still waiting for the right one, that’s why he’s never shown any interest in anyone.’ A small voice at the back of your head whispered a small doubt ‘except for me’. “Ludacris.” You huffed as you picked out what to wear and readied yourself, you chose a raunchy outfit, short sheer fabrics that tightened around your curves, heels that flattered the slopes of your calves and a pair of fluffy cat ears. Mittens were placed over your hands as you fastened the faux tail onto your waist.

You painted whiskers on your cheeks, your lips a deep shade of ruby. You looked stunning and you were planning on using your appearance to get back at your loser boyfriend. A smirk fitted your face ‘That assholes’ going to regret cheating on me’

Shouto shuffled over to a corner as strangers began to arrive at the family home. He noticed a couple of people from his major slither in but made no move to greet them. After all there was no need. The music was loud in his ears and the stench of sweat hung in the air like an off brand diffuser. It wasn’t long before the house became a clutter of bodies, they donned glitter and masks as they grinded against each other.

Plumes of smoke blurred the ceiling as people gathered around a bong one of his ‘friends’ had brought in. The breath of the people who came up to flirt with him was thick with the scent of booze. His vacant eyes scanned the crowd, various people dressed as sexy nurses, nuns, devils etc. There were some good ones, special effects decorated a realistic zombie, but not even the walking dead cosplayer could salvage the party. To him it was a miserable event, a violation of his and your sanctuary. All he could think of was how he wished he could recreate the sense from the collector 2. It put a smile on his face. Apparently his smile attracted his friends.

“Come on Todoroki!” Midoriya chimed holding up a cup towards him. “Have a drink” “Yeah loosen up and have some fun~” Ochako grinned. “Also~ Look who's here.” She

elbowed him in the gut, cocking her head towards a pretty long haired brunette dressed as a witch. He rolled his eyes, how many times did he have to tell these annoying people that he wasn’t interested in anyone.

“Look I know your a bit shy but she still likes you. Maybe you can go over there, chat her up a bit and who knows you might even get laid.” He was not amused. ‘There’s only one person I want to-’ He looked past the girl and his jaw dropped. He could feel his face warm up, his breath complete and utterly stolen.

“Wow.” He breathed. His friends assumed he spoke of the Yaoyorozu and nudged him over towards that general direction. He walked slowly towards you, you looked a sight. The neon lights made your skin glow, your liner giving your eyes a more cattish look that to him made you look downright sexy. Your exposed flesh teased his eyes and your lips. God he wished he could steal them.

His throat bobbed as he saw you drink from a plastic cup, your tongue running across your lower lip seductively. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, blood rushing south. His mouth watered and before he knew it someone obstructed his view of you.

“S-Shouto.” He frowned. “I noticed that you were looking at-

“I’m sorry but can you move out of my way?” He cut her off and made to walk away to pursue you. He was ready to risk it all, he was tired of waiting for you to notice him. Tired of being brushed aside and he was sick of watching someone as ethereal as you be treated like trash. Maybe now was his chance. Your ‘feelings’ for your boyfriend were waning and now was the perfect moment to sweep you off your feet to show you how he was the best choice for you.

Before he could walk away he felt the young woman grab his wrist.

“W-wait d-don’t you like me?” She asked. He scoffed, his eyes zoning in on you. He was trying not to let you out of his sight when he saw it. He grit his teeth in anger as you flirted with his senor. Mirio just smiled politely complimenting you as you leaned against him. Yaoyorozu looked at him watching as his grip on his cup tightened and how his eyes narrowed down at the tall blond. She finally understood. She recoiled away from him, drawing her hand back as if she had been burned.

Her lips curled in disgust, her eyes cringing in disbelief. She brought her hand up to her mouth. “I-I can’t believe it.” She whispered. “The rumors are actually true..”

“What?” He asked, his sharp gaze slicing through her. She backed up tossing her drink on his face.

“Get away from me you sick pervert.” she hissed.

“Hey!” You shouted, you marched up to the girl who tossed the beer into your brother’s face. You quickly noticed who she was and for the wrong reasons you understood why Shouto didn’t like her. From where you were standing you saw a rich, beautiful girl who was angry at your younger brother’s rejection. She had to go. “If your going to harass my baby you can just fucking leave.” You hissed.

“I’ll leave gladly.” She hissed. “You too fucking disgust me.”

“Sho are you okay?” You asked, your hand slipping into his. He looked down at it in disbelief, his heart swelled ‘She called me baby again. She’s here in front of everyone holding my hand.’ He couldn’t stop the furious flush from claiming his cheeks.

“Shouto?”

“I-I’m fine.” He smiled. It was a warm smile, something that unsettled his approaching friends.

“Good.” You beamed. “You should go change and actually put on a costume.”

He nodded mutely and walked past Midoriya and Uraraka, a blissful smile on his lips as he went up to change. He wondered if you’d like his vampire costume..

“Do you think..”

“Ha, no way it’s not possible…”

He checked his reflection a couple of times before heading downstairs, he wondered if you’d like the way he parted his hair. He’s heard people say it was sexy, he wondered if you thought he was sexually attractive. As soon as he reached the bottom step he frowned, your blubbering idiot of a boyfriend was piss poor drunk. And by the way he set his gaze on him Shouto knew he was going to have to exhibit an almost superhero level of self-restraint.

“Oi sissy boy, why you ain’t ever got a woman?” He slurred. “You gay or something?”

“Okay man I think you’ve had too many.” his friend waved him off trying to get him to leave.

“No I’m not dun speaking.” He stumbled as he swiveled over to look up at Shouto. “Listen here punk.” His rancid breath fanned across Todoroki’s face, and he couldn’t help but cringe his lips curling in disgust.

“Ya gotta problem wit meh? Always glaring at me an shit. Alway following my bitch around, you like her or sum? Your dick get hard for your sister?” He had started a commotion, a crowd soon gathering. Shouto had taken your panicked expression in and for your sake, he walked away. “That’s rite! Walk away you prissy bitch.”

When he came back the party was over and you were left cleaning up the mess. The lights were still swirling around the room and he could make out the lump of the man laying on the couch passed out. Your tired eyes were red rimmed as you smiled at him. “Hey Sho.”

It was when he saw the swelling in your left eye that he began to seethe. “He fucking hit you again.” He snarled, his fists balled up in fury.

“H-He said he was sorry…” You sniffed weakly, you were on your last legs. Tired of defending him yet he knew if the man brought you flowers and took you out for a night in the town you’d crawl back having forgiven him. He couldn’t have that, he wouldn’t. “I-It’s alright Shouto i-it doesn’t even hurt anymore.” You sighed as his thumb caressed your cheek his fingers lightly bruising against the inflamed area. You winced and it was only when you met his teary gaze that you began to cry. You cried in his arms, you cried in the arms of the only man who loved you, and the only man who would protect you. He vowed to do justice by you, you would just have to bear it for a while longer.

He kept his anger under wraps as he helped you clean, his grip on the broom was tight as he watched you go upstairs. It was then that his blood began to boil. But he would have to be patient, he fished out his phone waiting for you to be done showering. The texts he read over left him tugging at the roots of his hair. You hadn’t explained everything. Apparently he had hit you during the party in front of everyone then proceeded to throw everyone out. There were even videos!

White hot anger clouded his eyes, the snowy color was all that he could see as he walked into the kitchen. His heart beat in his ears and his blood was replaced by lava. He panted like something rabid, his vision fading and all of his previous fantasies coming to rest in the front of his mind. Soon his fingers wrapped around the cool metal of a kitchen knife.

He caught a glimpse of his expression on the metallic surface, red rimmed his eyes' malicious intent curving up his lips. His tongue ran across his bottom lip as he walked towards the living room. His footsteps were slow as he wanted to savor the moment, breath every detail in. Once he reached the man he tapped the knife against his scruffy cheek.

“You know.” He whispered. “I’ve been wanting to kill you for so so long.”

He climbed over the man, his legs straddling his form. “You remind me of my father.” He smiled. “And I loathed him~ I didn’t mean to get Natsuo killed when I cut the breaks but” He paused to shrug. “It wasn’t a big deal. I got two for the price of one.” He chuckled, a frown soon slipped onto his visage. He wanted the man to be conscious for this. With out warning he backhanded the man without an ounce of self-restraint.

“Gah!” The guy panicked. His eyes wide and shifting as he tried to make sense of the situation, all he could feel was the booming pain on his cheek, a coppery liquid pooling in his mouth. “S-Shouto!?” He gasped confused. There was a strange smile on the young man’s face that he’d never seen, it was frightening and he struggled to buck the stronger man off him. “G-Get off me!”

“No.” He wheezed. “It’s funny, isn’t it! The feeling you feel right now? I’m pretty sure my big sister felt it all the time, unbridled fear.” He teased revealing the clean metal of the knife.

“T-This isn’t funny.” He stuttered.

“I know.” Shouto seethed. “It’s never been funny, the way you treat the love of my life, I never found that shit amusing.”

“Y-Your crazy!” He gasped, hyperventilating at the crushing weight and the palpable fear. “I-I’ll scream.” He warned.

“Oh” He nodded. “I’m counting on it.” He leaned closer to the man’s ear. “You see we have no close neighbors and well (Name)’s room is soundproof. You see.. I just couldn’t stand the sound of you touching her.”

“(Name)!” He yelled, he was met with an explosive pain, his jaw crunching under the force of the blow, teeth loosening, some even dislodging and sliding down his bloodied throat.

“You know how disgusting it was to watch you touch her? Watch you soil her perfect body.” He hissed, his fist colliding with his face repeatedly, until he stopped suddenly. “But that’s okay.” He laughed caressing the soiled face of the deadman.

The man whimpered in pain, garbled noises bubbling from his busted lips. Crimson bubbles popped as he tried to beg for the Todoroki to spare him. “Shh shush I haven’t told you why it’s okay. It’s okay because I plan to erase all of that, all those nasty hurtful touches, they’ll be replaced by my loving hands, my lips and my dick. It’ll be fantastic and the best part is that little ol’ you won’t be a part of it.” THe tip of the knife booped his nose and the man scrambled to get up when he felt Shouto’s weight leave him.

Shouto didn’t know what to name the feeling coursing through his veins. He was ecstatic, he was angry and the thoughts of the future had him giddy. Blood had rushed south and he felt drunkenly dizzy. ‘Woah let’s not get carried away’ he tried to rationalize ‘We still have to deal with him.’ The man held his dislocated jaw and tried to make a run for it. But in his still drunk and confused state all he could manage was a stumble.

It was then that Shouto came down upon him, he plunged the knife into the soft flesh of the guy’s belly. His wide eyes gazed into Shouto’s blank excited ones and he couldn’t even hold the wound as he was repeatedly stabbed. His thin flesh squelched with each plunge, his life seeping and splattering around his perimeter. Shouto didn’t relent not even as his body slumped to the ground. Instead he followed him down, he snarled and growled as he attacked the man.

He thought of all he had put you through, how he made you shrivel and curl into yourself like a cooked shrimp of all of the times he talked him down and of the distance he had forced between you. He gasped and panted as he straddled the limp body of another nuisance he had gotten rid of. After a while he pulled back and stood.

There you laid, body rising and falling in slumber, completely unperturbed by what had happened just beneath your room. You were beautiful. You had changed into more comfortable clothes for sleep and he quietly peeled back your covers to observe. His fingers stained the duvet as he bunched it up at the end of the bed. He pulled off his gloves and let his fingertips ghost over your legs. You shivered cutely at the light touch.

He smiled beneath his bloodied mask, he figured he should trick you for a bit before he revealed the news. He climbed atop the bed, the mattress dipping underneath his weight. His fingers ghosted up your legs, cold digits reaching the crotch of your pants. He pressed his palm against the soft indent of flesh, his heart sped up at the warmth emanating from your most intimate place. He’d only ever dreamed of this.

“Hmm” You sighed in your sleep, your eyes fluttering open when you felt the cold fingers. You sat up confused. You called the name of your lover and Shouto chuckled darkly. You huffed in annoyance when he didn’t answer. “I thought I said I didn’t want to see you anymore.” You frowned. “Hello, you listening? Ugh are you still drunk.”

You flinched when he raised his hand and your brother felt his heart break at the reaction. ‘Don’t worry from now on I won’t let anyone else lay their hands on you.’ His hand slid up to your face and he cupped your cheek gently, pressing his masked forehead against yours. You were thoroughly confused.

You were used to your boyfriend coming into your room for makeup sex but he was never this gentle with you. The thought of him meaning he was really sorry crossed your mind but, the fingers caressing your cheek didn’t feel like your boyfriends’ but it did feel familiar and it was comforting. It wasn’t long before he began to tug your clothes off your body, his hands traced your form appreciatively and you sighed blissfully at the feeling.

“H-Hey at least take off your mask.” His silence was strange but you welcomed it. His hands came over your eyes, gently closing them. You caught on and kept them closed as you heard the rustle of clothes. It was then that you felt the press of smooth lips against your own. His fingers traced every inch of your body caressing the smooth flesh as his lips pressed soft kisses on your lips. Shouto swore there would never be anything better than your plush lips pressing against his own.

Well that was his thought, until his fingers pressed against your slick lower lips. He buried his face in your neck, face flushed as you curled your arms around his neck. The soft squish of your wet lips had him throbbing and he let his fingers pet your clit as he worshiped the delicious length of your neck. You were on cloud nine as he kneaded and massaged your doughy flesh. His lips suckled on your breasts, tongue lavishing the hardened buds in attention as his fingers continued to swirl and tap against your swollen pearl.

“Nngh” You gasped when you felt his fingers slip inside of you, your fingers coming up to fist his soft his, your other hand clawing at his broad shoulders. It was the feel of these textures that spurred you to open your eyes. “S-Shouto!” You moaned.

His blue grey eyes slinked up to meet your gaze, his lidded expression filling your cheeks with warmth. Your jaw unhinged in another gasp as his thick fingers continued to slide inside your warm fleshy walls. Your mouth parted in protest “W-What are y-y-” Soft lips caught your own and your eyes enlarged as you felt your younger brother's tongue slide past your lips. The warm wet muscles gliding over your own.

His other hand palmed your breast fingers squeezing the supple flesh that was still covered in a thin layer of his saliva. You pressed your hands to his chest. ‘T-This is wrong! You thought as his tongue rolled in between your teeth. When he pulled away there was a string of saliva that broke off.

“I love you.” He breathed, placing his lips where he knew they belonged.

“Ah~” You didn’t mean to let the sound slip, but his fingers had curved inside of you and with every thrust he put pressure against your g-spot. Your hand went to his wrist in order to halt his movement.

“S-Shouto s-stop this is wrong, y-your my-

“Little brother.” He finished his mouth sucking on your neck. “I don’t care about that, in my opinion it just means we’re more connected.” His smile shocked you but what you felt against your thigh shocked you even more.

“I-”

“Shh there’s no one to stop us.” He whispered. “No one to stop me from showing you how you should be loved.”

Your mouth opened and closed as you struggled to string together something coherent. Your protests resumed when he slid his other hand down your body, he leaned up allowing you to see the light sheen of sweat that highlighted the strong muscles of his body. And your eyes looked down his cut abdomen towards the bi-colored trail of hair leading down towards his weeping cock. His eyes met your and your face caught fire. You were about to draw into yourself and curl your body away from his lustful gaze when his large palms slid underneath your thighs.

Your back hit the bed as he leaned his face closer to your cunt. You mind was still reeling, ‘G-get a grip (Name)! Your baby brother’s face is legit inches from your puss-

“Oh fuck.” You gasped as his hot tongue slid up the length of your slit. His tongue traced your lips, tongue curving into the folds of your labia before sliding back up towards your needy clit. When his tongue began to flick against the sensitive nerves you were lost. You arched your back pressing your pussy closer to his face practically begging him to suck you dry.

He obliged, his mouth closing around your clit, fingers finding home base deep within your deliciously warm walls. You pulsed and trobbed around his finger and he swore he was dreaming. You tasted better than he imagined, you sounded better in person than from behind a wall. And god you just looked so damn amazing.

“S-Shouto!” You cried. He moaned into you. Fuck yes that was all he ever wanted, all he needed, he need you to say it again to call his name out so desperately. He was grinding against the mattress as he let your warmth suffocate him. He held you close as you began to tremble your legs clamping over his head as you came around his tongue.

“Hah~” He pulled back, his lips sticky with your slick, he wasted no time in capturing your lips once more. “Big sis I love you so much.” He gasped. “I -I want to show you how much.”

“B-baby this is wrong.” Your protest was weak, no one had ever touched you like Shouto, no one had loved you as unconditionally as him, but this was morally wrong.

“Don’t you love me?” He asked.

“Of course I love you.” You replied.

“Then there’s no problem.” He smiled. He settled in between your thighs, the head of his cock pressing against your pussy. He could seriously cum right there and then by just the incredible sight. And when he pushed into your hole he melted. He felt even more complete with every inch he fed into you. “I’m inside of you (Name).” His grin was practically euphoric and you fluttered around his impressive size.

Then he began to move. He praised the feel of you, his length sliding in and out, slow and deep. That night Shouto made due on his promise to love you, and as you drifted off to sleep he replayed the moment, relishing in how you claimed to love him.

When you awoke the next morning your mind slapped you with what had occurred last night. The horrors of you claiming to love your little brother cock filled you with a crippling sense of shame. You hadn’t woke to him next to you but after dressing you went to find him. You had to let him know that that couldn’t happen again.

You hugged yourself as you walked down the stairs, from your spot you could see Shouto in the kitchen, on the table were two bowls and a box of your favorite cereal. ‘It’s now or-. The smell hit you first, a strong nauseating smell that you were only used to smelling during your heavier flows. Your blood drain and in its place your heart pumped liquid nitrogen. You reeled back as you caught sight of the body in front of you, you stumbled over your feet, your ass meeting the floor. Tears dripped down your chin as you tried to make heads or tails of what you saw.

“What are you doing on the floor?” You heard your brother ask. He then noticed what you were looking at. “Oh.. Oh! I forgot to tell you the good news yesterday since we were so caught up.” He blushed.

“G-good news..”

“Yeah, good news, that’s no longer in the picture.” He beamed. “Now come on you must be hungry~”

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monst · 4 years

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Usagiyama Rumi (Mirko) x Reader

Warnings again: Death, Dub/con, Reanimation, Necrophilia, Greif, shower sex

Inspired by: Stephen King’s “Pet Sematary.”

Enjoy!

The sight of the vacant apartment slapped you in the face, the force of it leaving you breathless forcing your legs to collapse upon themselves. You laid slumped against the wooden door frame for a while letting the events of the day repeat in your head. You clutched your head, furious fingers gripping onto your shaking skull as you tried to forget. But the images flashed behind your eyes all too quickly.

Her smile, the confidence she exuded when she hopped onto the crosswalk to pursue the thief, the sickening sound of- You clamped you hand over your mouth, you felt bile begin to rise up and you quickly stood on wobbly legs. You ran to the bathroom throwing the door opening with a loud slam, your fingernails digging under the toilet seat as you released a thick wad of phlegm. Your body trembled as you dry heaved into the still water below, your stomach cramped as you had nothing left in your body to remove.

You made the mistake of closing your eyes, crimson stained snowy strands the petrified screams of the truck driver piercing your ears. To escape it you dunked your head into the clear water below, bubbles slipping out of your mouth and nose as you screamed into the liquid. When your lungs could bear the lack of oxygen no longer you sat up, droplets of water slid down your neck and stained your already soiled shirt. Your eyes looked down at your palm and you squeezed it tightly remembering the limp hand that you had gripped just a couple hours ago.

Needless to say… You weren’t the same after her abrupt passing. You sauntered around aimlessly without your compass, complexion ghast and withered as you struggled to fit the jigsaw puzzles into their broken mold. Every night since you had begun to stay at work late, anything to leave the suffocating emptiness of your once shared apartment. You worked yourself raw, tired eyes drooping when you finally made it home. Your bed laid cold as sleep played a mischievous game of keep away. You could never remember when your eyes would slip shut, as you gazed longingly at what was once her side of the bed.

It was another grueling day when you received a phone call at work. You had wondered when they would call. It had been well over three weeks since the bunny hero’s passing and there was yet to be a funeral. As a government official her body had been kept in a private morgue, corpse moderately preserved as the state had wanted to conduct an autopsy. You just wanted her body back so that you could visit her grave, the higher ups wanted to run tests, they were sure foul play was involved, positive that she should have made it out of the way. You didn’t want to entertain the thought. ‘She was distracted.’

Regarding the call, they were finally releasing her body to you. Well to be precise they were releasing it to the public so that you along with her relatives and friends could hold a service. The beep of the call being hung up was all that it took for you to crumble. And as soon as you did you were given leave, you knew that your home would feel extremely desolate now that the sutures had been torn open, allowing your recent wound to bleed anew.

It was indeed fitting that the sky also wept along with you, the dull slate and muted blacks above expressing your deepest feelings. You stood just outside of the bus stop allowing the rain to seep into your clothes, allowing the weeping of the clouds to console your spirit by sapping away all warmth. Ironically enough the trembling of your chilled bones allowed you to feel closer to her, for she too was cold. You garnered odd stares as you let the first bus pass you by and the next, and the next.

Your body was numb, the dark sheet above you seemed to slink around you. The wispy clouds seemed to lower the ever present darkness manifesting itself outside of your soul. Dim lights began to twinkle in the ever growing black. Soon another bus stopped by the driver standing in front of the stop for much longer than needed.

“Hey? Are you alright?” He called out. There was a pause as you didn’t reply and he quickly added necessary information “This is the last bus of the night.”

That spurred movement and your frozen toes pained at the sudden movement. You slinked into the bus, steps slow and heavy. There weren’t many patrons on the vehicle allowing for an ample amount of choice on seating. You choose to stand, leaning against a cold pole that sapped whatever warmth remained on your cheek. You swayed with the movement of the bus, eyes closed as people passed you to step off on their stop. You had missed yours a couple minutes ago, you weren’t ready to face the empty apartment again.

The driver was beginning to grow nervous, you hadn’t moved and there were only three more stops left on his route and neither of those places had any close residence nearby. The man took a quick glance at your gaunt form, your somber expression inspiring curiosity.

“Bad breakup?” He asked with a slight chuckle. You shook your head. “Lost your job?” He tried again, you repeated the movement. “....Mourning?” He knew he had gotten it right when your head bowed to look down at the worn floor. “Oh….I’m..I’m sorry for your loss.”

He didn’t speak again but he did see the last person on the bus get up. It was an eldrly woman he saw from time to time. One who always smiled at him as she got off a stop before the end of the route. He wondered why she was always there so late into the night, but he recalled his boss telling him not to engage in conversation with her and by all means to never allow someone to step off with her on her usual stop. HIs knuckles whitened as he gripped the wheel tighter, from his peripheral he noticed her hobble closer to you.

He could only make out the furrowing of your brows as she whispered to you, he couldn’t hear anything being said only that you were displeased with what she spoke. Your confusion turned to ire and at last a melancholic frown touched your lips. He saw you nod and despite not knowing why he was ordered not to let anyone off with her he felt his heart sink. Tears welled in his eyes as he somehow thought that you had made a terrible choice…. He considered passing the stop without stopping but the old woman pulled the cord and a dim yellow light illuminated his face.

The wrinkled face of the edlry woman smiled back at him, her small beady eyes curved up in such a menacing way that left his body cold. A deeply malicious glint flashed across her eyes as he slid the bus to a halt, the large vehicle hissed as it paused and reluctantly he opened the door. His heart pounded loudly in his chest as an overwhelming fear for your life bubbled inside of him and against his better judgement he turned away from the sight of you as the old lady guided you off the bus and into the night, he drove away wondering what would become of you.

The woman’s hand was cold, her bony fingers were practically crushing your hand in her deft grip as if she didn’t want you to somehow free yourself. Not that you were going to, in all honesty what she proposed was absolutely preposterous and you should be freeing yourself from the possibly senile woman’s grasp. The whole idea was ludacris, shrine gods bringing the dead to life! Ridiculous and yet you fell into step with her, maybe it was because you were impossibly cold, maybe you had gotten sick and your feverish body was impairing your thoughts.

Or maybe… Maybe you wanted for this to be true, who were you fooling? You desperately wanted to believe that there was some way to get your beloved back. You had walked with the woman for about ten minutes, the shabby shrine that was only just visible from the bus sign had grown larger with every step and soon you were standing upon the squishy soil surrounding the structure.

“It’s simple really.” The elderly lady croaked. “You bury the dead here in front and pray to the deity of the shrine, you ask her to revive the unmoving and then they get up, within them new life.” She breathed.

You felt your blood rush, and you quickly shook her grip off. Your breathing came in quick rapid pants as you took in the eerie building and felt your shoes sink further into the dirt. There was something off putting about it all and in the recesses of your mind you could hear a voice telling you to run, to get as far away from there as possible. The shrine seemed alive, the doors expanding in what looked like respiration. The old woman was gone.

Your head whipped around frantically, ‘She couldn’t have just disappeared?!’ panic began to settle in your bones as a gust of wind blew open the doors of the shrine a low sounding groan resounded throughout the area. You quickly turned only to see the pale wrinkling face of the old woman in front of you, her sagging skin seeming to drip off her bones like wax. Fear gripped your heart as you backed up, closer to the Shrine you noticed.

“Bring her body.” She mumbled. Your heart froze at the gravely tone “Bring her body.” She repeated as she grew closer, pieces of her melting flesh sliding off and sizzling on the ground below, it was then that it hit you. A smell so nauseating that you found your throat constricting in a gag, the putrid stench seemed to come from all around you and in your wild panic you pushed past her and ran. Tears picked at your eyes as you heard her howl one last time.

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To your surprise the bus was waiting at the stop, doors open and you didn’t hesitate and climbed inside hurriedly asking the driver to shut the door. He quickly did and then speeded away. You panted as you thought back on what occurred all the while the driver rambled on.

“I-I just couldn’t leave you back there, I-It felt wrong ya know?” You nodded in thanks and shook your head when he asked you about what had happened.

The following days went by in a blur as you tried to prepare for the funeral all the while trying to forget the horrific encounter. Sadly, the preparations only left you feeling more disheartened. The feeling only grew worse when you had met up with an old friend of hers. He was also a hero, a hero that should have been there the day of the incident. You couldn’t help the thoughts that raged war in your head. ‘If he had only been there, he was supposed to be there but even if he were, would he have been able to save her? Who cares if he’d had been there it would have been him getting hit...That would have really been the best outcome.’

You excused yourself early on into the meet up due to such negative thoughts. Hawks only smiled at you, his hand sliding into his lover's grasp as he said a well meaning ‘We’re here for you’. It was sickening, it was revolting and quite frankly it was downright unfair. Maybe that’s why you had gone back, maybe that’s why you plucked up the roadkill on your drive to the Shrine, maybe that’s why you were burying the dead creature in the loose soil. And although you felt silly you clasped your hands together hoping that the daylight didn’t affect the results.

You waited...and waited and- You sighed thinking yourself foolish for even thinking that it would work. You dusted off your hands on your clothes as you got up, you picked the dirt from between your fingers trying to rationalize the events of the night you first came here. ‘Maybe I didn’t see anything and just hallucinated it.’ You mused. You looked back at the Shrine, a scoff slipping past your lips, your heart feeling heavy at having your small inkling of hope crush- The door to the Shrine was open. You felt your breath catch in your throat as you made out a lone eye from within the small crack on the door.

The single orb filled you with dread, the beings irises were a coal black, it’s sclera of the same hue, it resembled a bottomless pit, a sinking void filled with underlying anger and malice, you saw a flash of white and your heart stuttered at the jagged smile of the creature. You were about to start hyperventilating when you felt something scurry between your legs. You yelped, your knees buckling as you tumbled to the ground. The racoon hissed at you as it ran off, and in the space where it had once been buried was a small hole….

You grunted, your muscles burning at the strain of the weight that you lugged. ‘Now I know why they call it dead weight.’ You thought as you struggled to lug the body bag towards the Shrine. You ignored the creaking of the doors and quickly unzipped the bag to reveal the corpse. Caramel skin was greeted by the pale moonlight long white lashes closed in what seemed like restful slumber. You caressed her swallow cheek, the skin moving and almost peeling at the movement. She hadn’t fully begun to decompose due to the chemical bath she was in but there were still signs of decomposition but luckily there wasn’t any putrefaction.

It wasn’t easy getting her body out of the funeral home but a quick switch with one of the unmarked bodies in the back had proven helpful, not to mention that you specifically asked for a closed casket viewing. Grinning at your quick wit you began to carefully remove her from the bag. You had already prepared a hole the previous day and without wasting a single moment you shimmed her body into it, you then began to pour the dirt onto her body making sure to cover each and every inch.

You kneeled before her submerged body and facing the dark Shrine you began to pray. The chilly night air seemed to pick up in speed as you did so and you scrunched your eyes in concentration waiting for your lover to rise. Seconds soon turned to minutes and minutes turned into a half-an hour then an hour and with every second you lost hope in this working. You were thinking about how you were going to explain that you stole her body when you felt the soil shift beneath you. You gasped in excitement and backed up to allow her room.

Your smile turned south when she began to writhe, pained growls emanating from her reanimating body. When she broke through to the surface a collection of bubbles had accumulated in her mouth, the white liquid bubbling down her chin. Her red eyes were but two ever shifting dots, her teeth bared as she hissed and whimpered.

“R-Rumi?” You stuttered. The sudden sound had her neck snapping towards you at an unnatural angle, she lifted herself onto all fours and arched her back like a feline growling at you while frothing at the mouth. She snapped her jaw in your direction her muscles tense, clearly she was ready to pounce. “H-Hey i-it’s me (N-Name), Remember.”

Her hostile eyes showed no signs of recognition as she pounced, her jaw connected with your forearm, her incisor digging into your soft flesh, You screamed at the cold tingle that raked your body when she pulled back. QUickly you saunted backwards, and she followed suit intent on harming you. Without thinking of it you rushed forwards into the mouth of the Shrine and closed the door. Her body came down on it repeatedly, she panted and made incomprehensible guttural noises as she slammed her body against the wooden door.

You pressed your body to the flimsy wood praying that it would hold. Tears dotted your vision as you tried not to puke from the repulsive stench in the Shrine. You kept your eyes shut, trying to ignore the rumbling chuckles of the creature and the violent hisses from what was the body of your lover. This went on for what felt like hours.

The invasive light of day was what woke you, and you had found that you had fell asleep leaning against the door, the creature that seemed to wear the skin of the old woman was fast asleep in a corner of the room and you were grateful that it had left you alone. Though you had no idea why it would, you weren’t going to question it and you hastily slipped out of the Shrine. You squinted as you looked for any signs of Mirko. The large hole was vacant and there was no sight of her. Hell you doubted that what rose was even her.

You searched all morning and even ventured into the surrounding forest only to find nothing, your limbs ached and you were beyond tired, you would look for your lover later. Right now you had to leave and get presentable to attend her funeral…

It was odd to attend a funeral knowing that the person who was supposed to be dead was wandering around the forest behind the Shrine. When people gave you their condolences you could only think about the rabid rabbit that hopped through the bushes in the woods… You needed to find her. You got to your apartment and quickly changed out of your dark funeral attire and redid the bandage of where she had bit down on you.

“I hope this doesn’t get infected.” You winced, when you stretched out your arm and continued to look around your apartment trying to find things to aid you. Her favorite snacks, a flashlight, a ball gag to stop her from biting you again… You were about ready to head out when you heard a tap on your window. The sound startled you, but you sauntered over to the window of the fire-escape and you froze in your tracks. She was there.

You were hesitant to let her in wondering if she was rational?? But the sight of seeing her red eyes lit with life had you undoing the latch and letting her in. She crawled in on all fours, her ears twitching awkwardly, she looked up at you from her crouch and tilted her head. “(Name).” She growled.

Tears sprung from your eyes, cascading down your cheeks and off your chin. She was back. Your Rumi was back. You crouched down and enveloped her into your arms, sobbing as you buried your nose into her hair. Her nails dug into the skin of your arms, she left scratches on your arms but you couldn’t care less. You had her back, you weren’t going to be alone, you weren’t going to hurt anymore.

It had taken a while but after a couple of days she was finally walking on two legs, her gait was still awkward but she was behaving more humanly every day. ‘She just needs time, she was dead for a while’ That was how you rationalized all her other...symptoms. Your snowy haired lover was much more violent than she had previously been and you had written it off as agitation for not being able to function like normal right off the bat….How wrong you were.

In observing you Mirko was finally able to perfect acting human and unbeknownst to you would sneak out while you slept. You were still hesitant to sleep in the same room as her therefore her nightly activities went on without you noticing. And it would have continued as such had you not gotten confident with her ‘Recovery’.

You were bundled up in your blankets, your eyes moving underneath your lids with sleep when she found that your room was finally unlocked. Quietly she turned the knob pushing the door open with a soft creak. Your body rose and fell with life as she went closer, her fingers curled underneath the sheets as she exposed your body to her sight. Her eyes zoned in on your neck and her strong fingers curled around the fragile area. She had climbed on top of you, the pads of her thumbs pressing into your soft throat. You had woken up with a start, your eyes blown wide, watching as she leered down at you.

Her pupils seemed to bleed into her irises tainting her ruby eyes a soulless black, once they covered up the vermillion the inky dark seeped into the whites of her eyes and your hands quickly went over hers to try to pry her fingers off you. A quick shout of her name and the black receded her red eyes looking down at you, surprise and harmful intent swirling in her bloody hues.

You knew something was incredibly wrong with your lover when you had gotten up for water late in the night. You were walking into the kitchen when you heard tiny snaps and a cringe worthy squelch. The smacking of lips and grotesque slurping followed and with your heart in your throat you dared a peek into the kitchen. You wished you could unsee it, she slurped the pink tail of a mouse like spaghetti, her teeth stained crimson, soulless black eyes turned towards you.

Those empty pits stared at you, she had paused her consumption and you feared that

you were next. Her empty eyes bore into yours and you stepped back slowly praying that she wouldn’t pounce. Every step backwards had your heart slamming against your ribcage, you let out a sigh of relief once you were in your room and the door was locked, but the eating sounds continued…

Rumi bagan leaving you ‘little’ gifts. And no matter how many locks you had on the doors and windows, and no matter how much sleeping pills you slipped her she always got out and when you’d wake there was a...gift. You had to lug the bodies out of your apartment in the dead of night. You knew bringing them to the shrine was a bad idea but you didn’t know where else to hide them. No one knew Rumi was alive and you mean to keep it that was least they find out..other things.

You wiped the sweat from your brow as you heaved yet another corpse to the door of the shrine. The shock of it had worn off long ago and had quickly become routine. You had basically become a slave for the ‘deity’ feeding it whatever Mirko killed. It was sickening but you put up with it because there were times in which Rumi was herself and that in and of itself was enough for you.

You took the bus back home, noticing that the ‘elderly lady’ was talking to another downtrodden person. “So how’s it going?” The chatty bus driver chirped, his eyes glaring at the interaction. To his relief the man shuffled away from the ‘thing’.

“Alright.” You sighed tiedly, hoping that there wasn’t another ‘surprise’ for you at home.

“You’ve been coming here a lot.” He pressed curiously.

“Yes, I know.” You left it at that and he quickly shut up waving you goodbye when you slipped out of the bus.

You walked into your apartment and kicked off your shoes. “Hey babe!” You tuned to see Rumi on the couch with a spoon hanging from her lips. You smiled glad that the being gifted you with the real thing for the night. You avoided her arms as she tried to grab onto you for cuddles.

“I’m dirty, Imma just shower real quick I’ll be right back.” You smiled, grabbing onto her warm hand, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. And you left to go do just that.

As you washed your body you had come to notice that whenever the ‘deity’ was fed you’d have a perfect Mirko. ‘It’s messed up but…’

“Babe~” You smiled when you felt Rumi’s hands glide over your body, her long silky hair laid wet and flat on her head as she stepped further into the water of the showerhead. Her strong arms curled around your neck, her full lips pressing against yours.

You gasped when she pulled away, her sneaky hand sliding down your slick body. Her lips seared kissed across the expanse of your neck, and you couldn’t help but sigh when her other hand cupped your breasts. She kneaded the pulpy flesh and the wicked fingers of her other hand working slow circles around your puffy clit.

Without warning she dipped her head down to catch a perky nipple in between her teeth. You could only lean against the wall, your fingers buried into her hair as you encouraged her to continue.

“Ah~ R-Rumi~” You panted, your face warming up as she began to suck on your hardened buds, her fingers putting more pressure on your clit, the slippery slick of your pussy making it easy for her to toy with you. You had the urge to kiss your lover and your hands slipped under her chin to bring her face up to your lips. But when she looked up at you, you froze.

Inky black pools stared up at you, and you saw her pink tongue swipe across her lips, your breath caught in your throat at the empty sockets. A grin crawled onto her features and she parted her lips to speak.

“Ī̶͎͕̰̤̙̠̻̂͒̔̈̑̓̓̆͌́͐̎̒̽s̴̨̞̼̙̥̤̣̭̼̰̦͕̠͚͉͌̒ ̷̨̧͙͕͉̩̗̱͚̲̩̀́͛̃̓̃̏̊̎̎̅͝͝͠s̵̨̨̨̛̛̤̭̗͎̜̺̤̫̗͆̈́̇̿̂̔͝ơ̷̘̦̲̮̰̘͈͉̯̥̺̌͊̑̊̀̋̑̒͑̚͜͜͝͠m̸̯̖͑̈́͐̿̈́̉͛̀̅́ẻ̷͔͈̼̝͖̠̼͇͙͎̑́̑͜ͅt̸̯̜̤̜̹̹̩̫͈̮͗͋̓͊̾͗͠͝h̷̛̙̗͂̔̎́͑̚ì̶͚̈͒̀̏̌͠͠͝n̶̨̢̥͉̱͚̟̣̮͆̓̈́̌̌͒͆̅̑͆̓̉ǵ̶̛̛̫̼̟̈̆̎̓̑́͐̓̑̓̕͝ ̶̺̉͊̕͜w̵͇͍̓̎̽̀̋̿͗̽̃̅̑͐͘͜r̶͎̳̼̰̰̐̍̐ǫ̵̡̛͖̥͈̣͍̣̙̼̪͌͐̃̓͛̓̂͘n̶̖͔̝͖̱̺̬͓̜̒̂͌ͅg̷̝̠̼̫̓̉?̷̲̝͕̤̮̇̒̾͒͒͋̽̋̃͆̇̈”You shook your head with a smile, your lips colliding with hers.

“No.”

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