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We saw the same amount of daily trauma soldiers might face on a front line, and the burnout and PTSD rates were sky-high because of it.
On principle, I didn’t trust anyone who didn’t like cats, so they’d never be around to judge me anyway.
and then I had two glorious days off. What better way to spend them than spread out under a man who knew where a clit was?
lmao
“I would like to thank the algorithm for bringing me here.” “I’m on season six of this video.” “Well, this has me feeling feral far too early in the morning.” “The way I would CRAWL to him.” “Boom. There went my ovaries.” “This is the horror movie I would die in. Everyone else would be running away while I sprinted straight toward the danger instead.”
she is so real for that tho
“This man is always coming onto my FYP and never on me, and that is a tragedy,” was probably my new favorite quote of all time.
An unholy yowl split the air. Fuck! Aly had some sort of demonically possessed canine after all, and it would probably rip through my pant leg and splash my blood all over the goddamn house for the cops to find.
A cat. Aly had a cat. We eyed each other in the darkness. It was pretty runty despite the long black and white hair. If push came to shove, I could take it. “Don’t fuck with me,” I warned.
Most sociopaths were capable of caring for a few select people. They were their rare exceptions, developing intense love and devotion for them while feeling absolutely nothing for anyone else.
How did I fix this? I was half tempted to send her a DM explaining myself, but how would that work? Hey, Aly, it’s me, the man who broke into your house. I was just watching you through the camera I hid in your room, and I wanted to let you know that you are correct. I am not, in fact, a serial killer. Jesus Christ.
This might sound completely insane, but did you break into my house tonight, film a video in my bedroom, and leave a mask behind? Fuck. How did I respond?
I lifted my eyes just in time to watch Aly drop her phone on the comforter and place her head in her hands. “I need so much more therapy than I’m currently getting.” I grinned, because same.
Aly was fucked up too. Hallelujah.
And I definitely wasn’t snaking a hand into my shorts and choking the base of my dick. Stop that. Bad hand. We’re not doing this.
I wanted to crawl to this man. Give him the most toe-curling, leg-shaking, dick-throbbing, sheet-gripping, soul-sucking, ball-draining head of his life.
If she wanted to rough me up a little, I might just let her.
Mobile stalking unit: activated. I felt proud of myself for all of a second before I realized what a creep this probably made me.
Fred made a little chirruping noise in response. I chose to interpret that as him defending my character. Weren’t pets supposed to have some sixth sense and could always tell the good people from the bad? He hadn’t so much as hissed at me. In fact, he wouldn’t leave me alone the whole time I was there, and I eventually had to shut him out of Aly’s room so I could film in peace.
You sent me home defense tools? After breaking into my house? Are you serious right now???
“No,” Aly said. “There is absolutely no way. What did you do? Cover yourself in catnip? He hates men.” Now, why did that little piece of information suddenly make me feel so special? He just has exacting taste, I said.
Pretty privilege was real because looking at him made me want to forgive him for all manner of sins.
Was he watching me even now through the hospital security cameras? Probably not, but just in case he was, I flipped the bird at the one in the corner of the breakroom. My phone chimed with a text message. I pulled it up to see an unknown number and a single word: Rude.
Are you watching me right now? Maaaybe, he said, followed by a wink emoji.
I have no regrets about publicly claiming you.
Claiming me? Oh, god. No, vagina, do not quiver at that. Damn it. Not you, too, ovaries.
I thought I’d give you a ride home. The weather is shit, and you must be exhausted. It’s not safe for you to drive right now.
nawww this is romantic as fuck
My entire life was devoted to caring for others. I wanted someone to take care of me for once. I wanted someone to want me. No, need me. I wanted a man so obsessed that he hacked into cameras to watch me when he couldn't sleep.
I didn’t want him morally grey. I wanted someone with a soul as black as night. Someone who would burn the world down for me and not lose a single minute of sleep over it.
I’d replaced her bullets with blanks. I was horny, not suicidal. And yes, I planned to switch them again.
– after all, it was a big ask to get someone to agree to sex with a knife-wielding stranger –
“Did you think you were being funny by posting such a sappy thirst trap after what you did to me?” I nodded vigorously this time, glad she couldn’t see my shit-eating grin.
I smiled and started to reach out to pat her knee as a way to say, “You’re welcome,” but the gun jammed back into my ribs, and I stalled out halfway there. “No touchy. Still angry.”
Feisty Aly was hot. I couldn’t wait until she forgave me so I could start finding ways to piss her off again. Masochistic? Maybe. But for some reason, our bickering felt more like foreplay than an actual argument, and I was into it. I could only imagine how good the makeup sex would be.
the driving conditions got worse, and I had precious cargo with me. I needed to focus on getting her home safely before I gave in to my darker needs.
I grinned and got back in the car, flipping the knife and catching it by the tip before offering it to Aly hilt-first.
I couldn’t wait to bury my face into all that hair while I fucked her, the sound of her ragged cries filling my ears, her legs thrown over my shoulders as I bent her in half and dicked her to within an inch of her life.
I glanced down. Aly still had the knife, and she was using the tip of it to drag the hem of my shirt up. Oh, shit. Why was that so hot?
“All this time, you’ve been trying to reassure me that I’m safe with you,” she said, sliding the blunted side of the blade higher. “But did you ever stop to consider whether or not you were safe with me?” I nearly groaned. Aly in her villain era? I would bankrupt myself for front-row tickets to that show.
Her fingers dropped to the waist of my jeans and ran along the edge. I flexed. Hard. Not to show off but to keep from giggling like a lunatic. I was ticklish, and it was incredibly inconvenient at times like this.
“I won’t do it if you don’t promise to be a good boy,” she crooned. Praise kink: unlocked. I nodded several times in quick succession,
im cackling this is so real
Do not come in your shorts, do not come in your shorts, I started chanting in my head.
“I see the knife kink goes both ways.” I guess it fucking did. “I’m still mad,” she said. “This isn’t for you.” Okay, but it felt a little like it was for me. Her hand was stroking up my dick, after all.
Awww. Our first official fight.
I was absolutely going to mark this in my calendar so a year from now, we could celebrate the day she acknowledged there was something between us. Was I getting ahead of myself? Probably, but I couldn’t help it. Aly was going to be mine. The end. I’d just have to find some way to make her think it happened organically, and she wasn’t falling for my dastardly plan to brainwash her into loving me by spoiling her rotten and playing into every desire she’d ever had.
Would it ruin my scary masked stalker image if I came too early? Didn’t badasses hold out for a long time?
I whimpered in response. I fucking whimpered.
“Bad boys don’t get rewarded,” she said. No. Goddamnit. I did not need a brat kink on top of my newly awakened praise kink. The two were supposed to cancel each other out, not act as amplifiers.
Fuck. Oh, fuck. Her mouth. I tapped her again, more insistent this time. A pop sounded as she pulled herself off my dick. “If you keep interrupting me, I’ll never find out what you taste like when you come.”
He turned his phone my way, and I read, No plastic surgeon. I’ll wear your mark like the badge of pride it is. To drive his point home, he made a fist, placed it over his heart, and bowed to me like someone from a Tolkien movie.
Thanks for stitching me up. It was the least you could do after brutally mutilating me, but I appreciate it anyway.
