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darknets | 02 yandere!jungkook au

pairings: jungkook x reader (f)

genre: yandere

warnings: 18+, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, spying, non-consensual videotaping, tormenting, graphic violence,( TW; human trafficking, heavy themes, non-con touching/groping, S/A themes, ) blood and violent themes

word count: 13.1k

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summary: You should of known better than to chat with strangers online…

Parts: 01 / 02

You had been staring at the metal door for hours now, or at least that’s what you assumed. From what you could see, none of the monitors displayed the time. The scratch in your throat grew more irritating by the minute and you weren’t sure if you still were capable of speaking or if your vocal cords had been strained far too much.

Jungkook had been right, the yelling had done nothing but excite the viewers more.

It seemed to further excite him more as well.

The rope had bruised your skin causing it to become red and inflamed. It burned every time you would tug on it or even slightly moved it. So you had decided to not move your body at all. You lay limp on the cushion, your arms angled above your head. You had stopped crying a while ago, you didn’t even feel like you had it in you to continue anymore. All that was left was fear, so much fear. It was safe to say you had never imagined yourself being in this position, you had just seen it happen to others through a TV screen or laptop screen.

A laptop screen. The memory of that unfortunate and damned day came flooding back to you, the terrified face of that girl who’s fate you had followed so shortly afterwards. You wondered if it was life’s cruel way of punishing you for not taking what you had seen more seriously, for not doing anything. That thought only made you feel guilty and then bitter, why you would be punished for the wrongdoings of these criminals was beyond you. But life was indeed unfair like that, and just like that, you had become another statistic.

You could blame so many other things, your lack of awareness, your poor choice in friends. The list would be endless but at the end of the day, who would have seen this coming? The idea of someone so close to you, a simple college girl at that, would be involved in this. Whatever this was , was just simply unlikely and so terribly unfortunate.

The sound of metal screeching forced you out of your pathetic head. You craned your neck at the sight of Mina’s frame climbing down the metal steps. She turned to you, an unreadable look on her face as she carried something in her hands. Her cautious footsteps had you on edge, the uncontrollable anger returning to you in that second but you swallowed it down, settling for a sharp glare instead.

“I brought you some aspirin,” She says, eyes scanning over your less than flourishing state. “ For your head..”

You clench your fists, a scoff leaving your lips.

“How considerate of you, friend.” You bit out, unable to keep the burning feeling of betrayal at bay. You wanted nothing but to lunge at her.

Truthfully, you had forgotten about the blow to your head already but you could surely still feel the dried up blood that stuck around your neck.

Mina sighs, avoiding your glare as she begins to open the bottle.

“I already told you, I didn’t want to do this to you.” She pours a pill into her palm before kneeling down to meet you at an eye level.

“I had no choice, my cousin is…” She pauses, staring at you before she continues. “ He wouldn’t have taken my refusal to help him lightly.”

You wanted to smack her. How could she possibly think she had no other choice? Surely she could have done something, anything that would have avoided these events. She had been the one to knock you out cold to begin with, it was obvious that your so called friend had been more than compliant in this. Was she trying to fool you into pitying her? That by some miracle, if you did manage to escape, she wouldn’t be incriminated like her psychotic cousin? She was mistaken. You would make sure she would spend the last of her days rotting in a cell, one that would resemble the one you were in right now.

“What the hell are you talking about? You let him do this to me.” You attempted to raise your voice but it cracked, the new hoarseness of it forcing you to remain it at a low and even tone.

“I know, I know okay?” Mina’s face scrunched up in frustration. “ You just need to accommodate.”

You knitted your eyebrows at her choice of words. Accommodate? To being kidnapped? You were positive this wasn’t the Mina you knew anymore, no way this was your friend telling you to accommodate to this type of situation.

“No,” You shook your head, giving her an incredulous look. “ No, y-you need to get me out of here, this is fucking crazy-“

Mina’s eyes widened, tugging at your wrists and the action made your mouth fall open, a silent pained whelp leaving you.

“Shut up,” She hissed, bringing her face closer to yours. Her hot breath hit your face as her desperate eyes begged you to comply. “ They have cameras everywhere.”

“They?” You repeat breathlessly, the sting of the ropes still present .

“Jungkook and…the others like him. Like us. “ She explains in a quick mutter, glancing behind her before she turns back and without warning shoves the tiny pill in her hand into your mouth. You groan against her but she pries open your mouth with ease, with almost a trained technique and your left with no choice but to swallow.

“I don’t have much time but you just need to trust me.”

Trust? That word was laughable now. There was no ounce of trust left anywhere, it had been broken the moment she had lured you into a lion’s den.

“You hav-“

Your little discussion came to an end quickly, interrupted by the sound of a person landing on the floor smoothly. Your eyes trailed over to the familiar figure, your heart rate unconsciously quickening at his return. Jungkook held a tray in his hand, his long legs crossing the room with ease as he took in the scene before him. You could see Mina tense up at his arrival, her back continued to face him before she slowly turned her neck.

“Having a nice chat?” Jungkook asks, raising an inquisitive eyebrow but once his eyes met yours, he sent you a smirk. The action nearly caused you to recoil. No matter how seemingly normal he appeared right now, you couldn’t get the horrifying scene out of your head from earlier. The vendetta mask over his face, hovering over you as he had run his fingers over your skin, taunting you as you thrashed around him, screaming and pleading at him to stop. All as the phone camera captured every moment of your agony.

“Scream louder , baby “ He whispered in your ear and the mask touched your forehead giving the close proximity. His dark eyes were barely visible through the narrow openings but you could tell they were boring right into you.

“The view count only gets higher with every one of your little high-pitched cries for help.”He coos in an alarmingly deep tone, the contradiction of it makes your skin crawl. You hated giving in but you couldn’t help the sobs that continued to leave you.

“That’s right, just like that.” He encouraged you, causing you to pull back and turn your face away from him but his fingers only gripped your chin harshly, forcing you to continue to look at the disturbing piece of plastic that decorated his face. “ Ah, don’t do that. The viewers want to see your pretty face. “

“Stop! Stop it!” You yell but your body was growing exhausted with all the effort you had put into fighting against him with no results. The weight of his body on top of yours alone was too much, it felt like it was crushing you.

“Let me go! You crazy fucker!” Your eyes squinted at the camera light hitting your face directly, you watched as Mina came closer, her lips set in a straight line as she recorded the horrifying scene. You had attempted for her to meet your gaze but she avoided it every time you would look over , her eyes focusing on the screen instead.

But you had seen her slightly flinch with every new scream that left your body.

An infuriating groan leaves you and your knee comes up to attempt to hit Jungkook in the most sensitive spot of his body but he is quick to grip your knee, forcing it down while simultaneously trapping it beneath him with the strength of his own leg.

“You,” Jungkook says lowly , followed by a chuckle. “ put up a good fight, don’t you?”

His other leg works to trap your other knee, making your legs sit in an uncomfortable and awkward position.

“Usually,” His hands then move to grasp your arms that won’t stop trying to free themselves despite the ropes that prevent them entirely in doing so. “ I don’t really like my non-compliant girls.”

The grip he hands on your wrists now had you completely immobile and at his mercy, it was a feeling you weren’t used to and you didn’t like it one bit. But none of that mattered to anyone here, not even to your once so called friend that watched everything play out.

They were absolutely demented.

“But I think I’ll find myself very fond of taming you.”

His words had you screaming yet again.

The memory sent a tremble through your entire body , it was as if you were reliving it once again. By the look Jungkook was giving you, it seemed like he had taken notice of what exactly had crossed your mind. But there was no ounce of shame, no remorse, just pure rejoice behind the same dark eyes that had tormented you.

“I gave her some pain killers for her head,” Mina stated flatly before standing back up, her eyes lingering on you before shifting to her cousin.

Jungkook tilted his head, brushing past Mina and kneeling before you. He scanned over your head, fingers grasping your forehead and turning your neck to the side.

“Looks like there’s no brain damage, the symptoms would have shown by now.” He explained before releasing his hard grip and your neck turned back to face him.

“Lucky for you, little cousin.” There was an underlying teasing tone in his words but he still sent Mina a warning look. “ You know I don’t like my investments to be damaged .”

Investments.

You didn’t expect anything less than to be treated exactly like that. It was clear that these people didn’t see you as a human being, they had shown you that already. Treating you as if you were just another crop in their deranged videotapes. You eyed the tray in Jungkook’s hand, there was an apple and sandwich placed on a paper plate.

It was as if the sight of it had reminded your body how deprived you were of food. You didn’t know exactly how long you had been here but it had obviously been far too long by the growl that rumbled throughout your stomach.

“You hungry, baby?” Jungkook taunts the second he notices you gawking at the food on the tray, that sickening smirk returning to his lips. His fingers lift up the plastic plate that holds the sandwich and he moves it towards you, setting it right beside you.

You glare at him, grinding your teeth so hard you are sure that they will break.

“Oh that’s right,” He exclaims in feigned surprise, widening his eyes at your ropes. ”You can’t use your hands can you?”

You took a deep breath, your body was shaking in anger. A light layer of sweat coated your forehead, you were positive you wouldn’t make out of this place alive with your lack of self control. It was nearly impossible not to want to lash out at these sick excuses for human beings.

“I guess no sandwich for you,” He sighs, staring at the food before he takes the apple in his hand and leans forward, it was inches away from your lips. You move your head forward, trying to latch your mouth onto the fruit but Jungkook tears it away the second your teeth graze the skin of the apple.

An involuntary wine leaves your lips at his action which only causes an amused look to settle on his features.

He twirls the apple in his hands before taking a bite out of it, eyes meeting yours as he chews down the juicy chunk of the fruit and it takes everything in you not to let out an enraged scream.

Jungkook continues to watch you before he leans forward again. You flinch back at the sudden closeness . His face was right next to yours. You took in his features more closely, the slightly tan skin and dark sharp pierced eyebrows. That damn cross earring mocked you again, a reminder of how close he had always been yet you had been so oblivious. It hurt more when you realized your paranoia had been right, you had been right all along.

“Next time, don’t try to knee my balls.” He whispered harshly in your ear, reminding you of your earlier poorly executed attempts to injure him.

“I’d much prefer your mouth on them instead.” His gaze darkened and the pure disgusted look you gave him only seemed to bring him more amusement. A chuckle escaped him before he fully pulled away from you and stood back up.

You watched as Mina stood like a statue, as if she was just waiting for Jungkook to give her another order. It was pathetic and it didn’t make any sense. You never took Mina as the type to coward down to anyone, let alone her own cousin.

“She needs to wash up, she has blood all over her.” Mina says, glancing back at you, her face was expressionless as when you first saw her here.

Jungkook nods, following her gaze and his eyes trail down your figure.

“Make it quick,” He mutters. “ I need her ready in an hour.”

Mina stares at him, giving him an incredulous look before she seems to catch on to what he’s saying.

“You’re not…” She starts, shaking her head before she lets out a scoff. “Jungkook, it’s her first night.”

You knit your eyebrows as you attempt to lift your head up. You didn’t like where this conversation was going or what it indicated for you, it couldn’t be anything good from Mina’s reaction and you suddenly felt nauseous at the many terrifying thoughts starting to cloud your head.

Were they going to kill you?

“She needs to learn, your little friend isn’t the most…well-behaved.” He raises an eyebrow at you.

“Isn’t that right baby?”

“Fuck you.” You bit out without a second thought, not caring what the consequences would be. It was safe to say you had been through enough already, your mind could only focus on the hatred you felt towards him at this moment.

Jungkook gave you a grin, displaying the tips of his teeth.

“I bet you’d like that,” He says, furrowing his eyebrows as he gives Mina a pointed look. “What did that text she sent you say? ‘Your cousin is such a hot piece of ass’ ’.”

Your face heated up at his words, absolutely loathing him even more than was already possible. Embarrassment washed over you for a split second. Of course he’d use that against you, you hated how you had unknowingly fueled the ego of a psychopath. Your eyes darted over to Mina, glaring daggers at her but she once again didn’t even glance towards you.

“Thank you for that by the way, the feelings are mutual baby.” He says as he eyes the way you had begun to struggle against the ropes again, your body was restless with the newfound anger and adrenaline that rushed through you.

“Besides,” His attention is back on Mina who continues to frown at him “ it’s a great opportunity for her to meet the other girls.”

Other girls.

Your stomach drops, the revelation making you halt your movements entirely. The thought had crossed your mind but somehow you never imagined there would be other girls exactly where you were at right now. Your eyes traced the space, traveling towards the metal gate again.

There were more girls, more girls like you. The more you went over it in your head, the more it made sense. That video of the girl you came across. Of course there was more, you weren’t the first girl they had kidnapped and you surely wouldn’t be the last. The thought that you weren’t alone here should have brought you some comfort, as cruel as that was but it did the opposite. If there were more girls, that meant this place was a lot harder to escape from than you had thought.

You didn’t know exactly how many he meant by other girls but there had to be a significant amount . Something told you this was a lot more serious than some hacker simply kidnapping a few girls for his sick videos.

When you placed your attention back to Jungkook and Mina, you found them muttering to each other in low whispers that your ears couldn’t decipher. It was on purpose. What they had been discussing in front of you up until now had been obviously meant for you to hear but that seemed to come to an end with whatever else they were talking about now.

They suddenly fell silent and you watched Jungkook send one last glance your way before brushing past Mina and climbing back up those metal stairs. Mina's eyes followed Jungkook until he disappeared from view and the screeching metal door shut behind him.

She then faced you, her eyes fixated on the ropes around your hands as she made her way towards you without another word.

—-

You didn’t know what you were expecting to be upstairs, a part of you thought the underground cellar they had you in was just located somewhere beneath Mina’s house but that hopeful thought was quickly crushed the moment Mina tugged you up the metal gate.

This was no house.

Your eyes scanned over the dimly lit wide hallways, the metal doors at every corner and the bright tiles that stared back at you. It was huge. You tilted your head up, the ceiling was too far up and there were no windows in sight. Your eyes attempted to search for another metal gate on the ground like then one you had emerged from but you couldn’t detect any.

“What is this place?” You mumble as Mina tugs you forward, your hands are still tied around your back and to your surprise, Mina seemed a lot stronger than she looked.

But you were sure you could still take her.

“There’s nowhere to run, you won’t get far.” Mina seemed to read your mind instantly, shutting down your plan before you even properly finished thinking it.

There was always somewhere to run. If there was a way in, there was a way out.

But you knew it wouldn’t be smart to try and make a run for it right now. Mina was right, you wouldn’t get far because you didn’t know where to run. You needed to change that.

You sent her a glare that she ignored and continued to pull you through the halls. You tried your best to memorize what you could, keeping an eye on where you had just come out of. But it was hard considering everything seemed to look the same, the metal gates at each corner looked identical to each other and you were finding it difficult to pinpoint exactly what would be memorable. Mina took a sharp turn, dragging you through another long hallway that further confused you but you kept in mind the fact that there still didn’t seem to be another metal opening on the ground like the one you had been locked inside.

That had to be the pinpoint of the mental map you were creating.

You attempted to slow down your pace, trying to take everything in around you but Mina’s hurried steps prevented you from doing so.

“Can you fucking slow down? You’ve kept me tied to a bed for god knows how long, I’m sore.” You snapped at her, pulling against her grip. She sighed as she came to a slow stop, a seemingly regretful look flashing in her eyes.

“I’m sorry but I can’t stop, they are watching me.” Mina whispered, forcing you to keep walking, although she did keep her pace a bit slower this time.

Watching me.

Your eyes darted to the corners of each wall but you couldn’t spot any cameras.

“You can’t see them but they are there.” She added in a low mutter, and you licked your dry chapped lips. This would indeed be harder than you thought, and every step you took forward made your stomach sink more.

Would you ever even get out of here?

After a few more minutes of walking down yet another hallway to the left, you finally came to the desired destination. What looked to be a communal shower. You knitted your eyebrows as Mina pushed you forwards into the wide space, the ceramic tiles looked spotless but as you took in more of the area, you felt your heart skip a beat. There were two girls in the showers a few feet away, they didn’t look the slightest bit phased at your arrival. On the contrary, they seemed to be in a hurry , a worried expression on their gazes.

You naturally looked away, not knowing how to react at the casual nudity and lack of privacy but you couldn’t help and stare down at the water running down the drains, it was tinted red.

Blood.

Your gaze slowly met their figures again and this time you couldn’t help your invasive stare. There were countless bruises on one of the girl’s legs, arms, and stomach. Even on her face. You gulped, feeling that same fear return to you.

“Ladies,” Mina announced herself, and you stared at your once friend as she stepped further inside the room, her hand still gripping yours back.

“Hurry up, you have 5 minutes.” The commanding tone in her voice took you by surprise, it was too natural and calculated. Too practiced.

You didn’t know why it surprised you by now. It was evident your friend had a completely different life outside of her seemingly normal college girl appearance. It was more surprising how you never managed to suspect anything.

“I have 10.” One out of the two girls corrected with a flat tone. You eyed her, she had wrapped a towel around her body already and you immediately took notice of her stunning appearance. Her features were sharp and striking, naturally sitting on face beautifully.

“Do-yeon..” Mina let out a sigh, an annoyed look flashed over her and you could tell she wasn’t a fan of this girl.

“Mina.” The girl, Do-yeon, mocked back with a raised eyebrow. She walked closer to you both, her eyes shifting towards you for a split second.

“Who’s this? She’s new.” She noted as she scanned over you from head to toe. You gave her a frown.

Was this girl here willingly? She didn’t look the least bit afraid, she didn’t look anything like the girl behind her. The girl who was quickly gathering herself, slipping on some tight clothing with a tear stained face. Your eyes took in her bruises, that blood was surely mostly hers because the girl that stood in front of you, Do-yeon, had none.

“She is,” Mina stated the obvious. Clearly she wasn’t going to elaborate at all. “Now get dressed, Jungkook’s waiting.”

Do-yeon didn’t respond, she simply gave Mina a less than friendly look before slipping right past her and exiting the room. You whipped your head around as she disappeared down the halls you had just walked through.

“W-Why can she walk around freely? She isn’t tied u-“

“Because she knows she can’t escape.” Mina says, not letting you finish.

Her words crush your hopes more, if that was even possible. But yet they didn’t crush your desperation to get out of here. You didn’t care how much she tried to remind you there was no way out. You knew there was, there had to be.

Your attention goes back to the girl that’s still adjusting her outfit. Your eyes widened as you took in her attire, she was wearing what seemed to be a provocative maid outfit. It was clearly one you would see people wearing as a some slutty Halloween costume and you grew nauseous at the thought that crossed your head. They were obviously dressing up to do some type of role-play. To fulfill some type of kink in front of those cameras.

“Come on, you need to hurry.” Mina began untying the rope around your wrists and you let out a hiss at the stinging that returned to you. Your skin was awfully sensitive and you picked at the ugly bruises, rubbing them continuously.

You glance as her scattered gaze barely meets yours before she hurriedly makes her way out of the room, her heels echoing throughout the empty space. You begin to undress, giving Mina a look before she sighs and turns around, providing you with the slightest bit of privacy.

The slightest bit of decency. It looks like she had that much left at least.

Once your clothes hit the ground, you step into one of the showers , turning the handle and feeling the strong pressure of the water hit you instantly. You felt incredibly exposed, there weren't even curtains separating each shower and someone could easily walk inside the room considering there wasn’t even a door either. With that in mind, you hurried, washing yourself off and using the bar soup that was laying around to rub the dried blood off you.

“I never wanted to be involved in this, you know..” Mina speaks, her back was still facing you and you keep your eyes fixed on her figure. Your gaze catches sight of something poking out of the back pocket of her jeans, a white card.

A key card.

“Really? You seem pretty good at it.” The sarcasm that leaves is inevitable and you’re not shocked to see her let out a sigh. Good, she deserved to feel horrible for what she had done to you.

She deserved to suffer at least a quarter of what you were suffering.

“I know you hate me now but I really didn’t mean for this to happen, Jungkook got into this …business when he was really young.” She explains and you can’t help but listen intently, your curiosity getting the best of you. There was a part that did want to know why and how they got involved so deeply in this. Why did she follow her cousin without question.

“He was only 16. It started off small, doing only drug deals from time to time. It was bringing the money we needed in.”

You knew Mina’s situation fairly well, her parents were alcoholics and abusive when she was a child so she had been taken away from them and put into the system. However, eventually her grandparents took full custody of her once she was in high school. You could only guess that the same went for Jungkook but you didn’t know what to actually believe anymore.

“Our grandparents were in a tough situation, I’m sure you can relate…” You wanted to let out a scoff, you knew she was trying to guilt trip you. Of course you knew what being in a tough financial situation meant but you would have never had taken the route she had. Was she insane? This was far from the relatable situation she thought it was.

“I would have never ..” You start but she raises a hand to motion you to be quiet.

“Maybe not but you can’t blame us for trying to give ourselves a better life. The money was enough but Jungkook got greedy…he was always smart but I didn’t know that it would lead him into this..”

You shut off the shower, your bare feet padding against the tiles as you reached over to grab one the many towels on the metal hangers. You quickly wrapped it around your body, shivering slightly at the coldness of the room.

“But he did, he soon got into this business and once you’re in, it’s hard to get out of it. I didn’t want any part of it at first but Jungkook insisted that what he was doing was not…as bad it seemed. I believed him.” You could hear the heavy emotion that took over her voice, the way it slightly quivered towards the end. It brought an unexpected emotion inside of you, almost as if that tone had reminded you that your friend was still in there somewhere. That this wasn’t a completely heartless human being.

“Now I’m too deep in it, so I started helping him do simple things at first. Just with the hacking and drug deals, helping him find girls that would bring more views.” She continued, the shame was clear in her words. “ But that soon turned into finding him girls that would likely be auctioned off to other traffickers…”

Auctioned.

You felt your blood run cold.

“You auction these girls?” You didn’t even try to hide the disgust in your voice, not being able to believe your friend would ever stoop so low.

Mina looks over her shoulder, fully turning around once she notices you’re covered up. You watch as she crosses the other side of the room where a pile of clothes sit on a metal counter. You eye the hallway outside but you know better than to try to make a run for it, even if you were itching to bolt down it.

“Yes, but we don’t do that to girls if that’s what you’re wondering…” Mina states as she comes back over to you.

You raise an eyebrow at her, your stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels.

“Then what do you do?”

“They just perform for the cameras…do strip teases, in a way they are sort of like cam girls. Some do perform sexual acts on the guys but …they are not forced.”

You stare at her in complete horror, not understanding what she was implying at all. Why would any of these girls perform those acts willingly? There was no way they weren’t being forced.

“Why would they ever-“

“They get treated better if they offer to do those types of acts. They get better rooms, private rooms, better food, better beds.” She explained it to you in such a monotone voice that sent shivers down your spine.

These girls were in such a desperate situation that they were willing to trade their bodies for basic comforts, for some simple decent hospitality that was treated as a luxury. You felt sick to your stomach in an instant. You didn’t want to imagine what that meant for the girls who didn’t comply with those acts.

“That blood that one girl had, the bruises..” You trailed off, glaring at Mina in suspicion and she hung head low, her eyes glued to the floor.

“That’s why I’m telling you to accommodate and not fight against them.” She simply said, handing you over the clothes in her hands and you clench your jaw, harshly ripping them out of her hands.

You try to hold in a gasp at the piece of clothing she gave her, it was identical to what the girl that just left here had been wearing. A skimpy maid outfit that barely looked like it would cover up much of your body, and a pair of knee high stockings to make it even more perverse.

“You’re out of your damn mind if you think I’m putting this on.” You let out a breathless laugh, shaking your head in disbelief. You didn’t what they planned on you doing with this on but you weren’t about to be so compliant.

Mina bit her lip, looking like she was holding back from lashing out on you and this was the first time you saw a hint of anger flash through her eyes.

“If you don’t put that on, things won’t go well for you.” She warned, not a hint of hesitation in her words. Her lips were set in a straight line as she stared you down, raising a challenging eyebrow.

“You know that girl that just left, the one that questioned who you were?” Mina asked in a hiss, and you remained quiet as you gave her a questioning stare. “ That’s Do-yeon.Jungkook’s golden girl, a personal favorite of his.”

You didn’t know why she was telling you this or why you would care about that but by the look she was giving you, it looked like you were meant to care very much.

“That’s who you better replace if you know what’s good for you.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion at her warning, or more so her threat.

“What?” You demand.

You let out a gasp when Mina grips your arm, forcing you forward that you nearly bump heads with each other. You’re taken off guard by her sudden force that your towel nearly falls off but you grip in place, your eyes widening at her actions.

“My cousin may be cruel but there's others here much worse than him.” She said slowly, in your ear, her hot breath right below your neck and she tightened her grip as the next words left her. “If you’re auctioned off to other traffickers, I can’t get guarantee what they will do to you.”

You swallow, feeling your legs suddenly lose strength at her words. You stumbled back, you could feel your heart start to race already. Not only did you not recognize your friend at this moment, her entire demeanor was foreign to you, it was as if a true stranger was staring back at you. But what she had said sent a wave of terror throughout your entire body because you had heard the emotion in her voice too clearly.

She was scared as well.

Scared for you.

—-

Your heels clicked against the floors and you were practically wobbling them, not used to ever wearing such high platforms like the ones you had one right now. Not to mention, you felt the urge to tug down your too small excuse of a skirt every second, you were sure your entire backside was hanging out of the little clothing. The entire outfit fits far too tight on you, leaving nothing for the imagination.

You could practically hear your heart pounding in your ears with every step, your hands trembled behind you, feeling awfully clammy and the welts around your wrists still stung. But the worst part of it all was the blindfold Mina had tied over your eyes, giving out some pathetic excuse of needing to wear it until you arrived at the room you were about to be filmed in.

The shift in atmosphere was noticeable immediately, not only did the room temperature change but you heard slight murmurs around you. You felt the blindfold being untied from around you and slowly slipped down your neck, your eyes squinted as they adjusted to the horrifying scene that awaited you. It was a large dimly lit room, with neon green lights flashing every so often and darting at every angle. What first caught your attention was the girls scattered around the room, there seemed to be around 10 and some were in outfits identical to the one you were wearing while others wore more disturbing ones. One girl in particular looked like she was in a Lolita cosplay outfit, a bib wrapped over neck and the light pink dress purposely made her look infantilized. It was awfully uncomfortable to witness.

Even more comfortable to look at was the men that surrounded the room, there were only a few, a total of 4. But they wore those same awful vendetta masks, only this time, they lit up a neon green against the darkness. Only further adding to the sinister look. You noticed one familiar gaze and set of tattoos, the hands you recognized far too well by the rings he wore.

Jungkook.

He sat on a chair a few feet away from you, the camera that stood on a tripod was angled perfectly on him and the girl that sat on his lap. You instantly recognized who she was, her side profile was just as stunning as her overall face. Do-yeon. She was giving him a lap dance, her entire cleavage was in his face and his lustful gaze was evident even behind the mask he wore, it traveled down every inch of her, seeming to enjoy every second of the blissful act. She leaned in, whispering something in his ear as her hand traveled down his upper thighs and you saw him grip her backside roughly, fully forcing her on top of him.

Your eyes continued to invasively watch them, not knowing what to do and where to look. The sight at every corner was even more terrifying than the last, there were girls giving full on blow jobs to some of the men and others were being tied up by chains, letting the men pleasure themselves with their head in between their legs. The sound of smacking suddenly echoing through the room made you jump, your eyes darting to yet another nauseating scene , another girl in a similar outfit as you, hanging from the ceiling with two chains wrapped around her wrists as a masked man hit her continuously with a paddle. Everything you were seeing was against your will, your eyes meeting another erotic view of a girl nearly fully undressed, her body bouncing up and down on the last remaining of the men on what looked to be a bondage lounger with a chain around her neck.

It was like you were in your own personal hell, something straight out of a true crime documentary.

You stepped back, cowering into a corner as you watched the cameras that were set up capture everything but unfortunately one particular person noticed you, and it was who you were dreading most.

Jungkook caught your gaze, dark eyes settling on you momentarily as he seemed to forget the woman on top of him. You saw as he whispered something to her before she turned her head, eyes meeting yours in a scrutinizing stare. Her uninviting look confused you to no end, not understanding how you had managed to make an enemy out of another hostage like yourself.

She stood up, walking off to the side and you could tell she was not happy with whatever he had told her.

You looked to the side, barely noticing that Mina was nowhere to be found. You didn’t know why her absence made you feel more vulnerable now, it wasn’t like she was much help or your friend anymore but yet she was the only familiar face among these strangers.

Other than the devil walking over to you right now.

“Looking for my little cousin?” Jungkook spoke,evidently noticing your scattered gaze but you didn’t reply.

Once he was out of sight from the camera, he took off his mask, revealing his attractive face that you wanted to ruin so badly.

“She’s not going to help you, I wonder when you will figure that out…” He says with a tilt of his head, eyes scanning over your exposed figure before a smirk took over his pierced bottom lip.

“Don’t fucking look at me.” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them but yet you don’t regret them. You watch his eyes narrow at your hostile tone but his smirk widens.

You breath hitches as he takes a step closer to you, towering over you and you let out a yelp when he harshly grips your chin. His fingers forcing you to look right up at him.

“You’re quite demanding for a hostage.” He rasps, eyes seeming to take in every one of your features and intently searching for your reaction but you say nothing in return, the only thing you can do is tug at his wrist, attempting to pull yourself out of his hard grip.

He seems to find your efforts amusing, endearing even as he lets out a small breathless laugh.

“Maybe I should call you princess…you sure love acting like one.” He says, a twinkle in his eye as he lets go of your chin but then instead comes to wrap a hand around your waist, tugging you against him and your breasts are pressed up against his chest in an unwillingly close proximity you hate.

“You already do look like one.” He finishes before his lips meet yours and you feel his tongue swirl inside you without warning, it evokes a gasp from you. He grins into the kiss and you groan against him. Your teeth come to bite down harshly, feeling the metal of his lip ring graze your own lip, then the taste of iron follows.

He lets out of curse but doesn’t pull away instantly . He continues his assault on your mouth for a few more seconds before he lets go, a trail of blood dripping down his chin and he sends you a threatening look.

“Lucky for you..” He slowly wipes the blood off his chin, and then brings his thumb to your cheek , dragging it down all the way to your neck, staining you in the red liquid. You shiver against him, loathing the feeling of his fingers running down your neckline. Marking you. “ I love a little pain, princess.”

“You’re sick, you know that?” You tell him as his thumb leaves your skin at last, his eyes bore into you as you continue your tangent. “ You had to resort to trafficking innocent girls to make a dollar, how pathetic are you.”

You see something flash in his eyes at your insults but he remains stoic. He raised an eyebrow at you, as if he was inviting you to continue. An invitation that you gladly took.

“What do you gain in reality? Torturing innocent girls? You even treat your own cousin like a rag doll, you people are fucking insane.” You spit, complete rage fully taking over you, the anger that ran through you was unable to control. Your mouth was running faster than your thoughts now and you didn’t want to stop.

“Does that bring you pleasure? Seeing these girls all bruised up and at your feet? Huh!? Does that bring you fucking pleasure!” You yell out, your voice cracking at the end due to the hoarseness it still carried from your earlier screaming.

Without warning, Jungkook wraps a hand around your neck, pushing you straight back into the wall behind you. Your mouth falls open in shock and he lifts you up slightly with ease, your hands immediately thrash against him, pulling at his arm that is suffocating you.

“You’re right, I do take pleasure in torturing little brats like you.” Jungkook snarls, eyes narrowing in on you fully and his gaze darkens even more at your struggles. He tightens his grip more and you feel the air start to rapidly leave your lungs, your fists coming to hit him against his chest repeatedly.

“I see you’re starting to get your voice back, it would be a shame for me to fully break those little vocal cords.” He threatens and pushes you harshly again, your legs kick out underneath you and you're wildly panicking now with the lack of air you're receiving. His tight grip on your neck finally loosens a bit and your feet fully plant against the floor again.

“I really would hate to have a mute little princess.” He states, raising both his eyebrows as he seems to actually over think. “But then again, maybe that foul mouth of yours could have a much better use than talking.”

With that, he releases you completely and you cough violently the moment his hand leaves your neck. Tears brim over your eyes as you rub a hand over the surely marked skin, saliva mixed in with the blood from your impulsive action of biting him runs down your chin then neck . You breathe in deeply, trying to recover the loss of oxygen that was momentarily ripped away from you.

Your eyes gloss over the room, nobody seems to pay you any mind. It was as if this kind of behavior was normal for them. You wondered if they already had witnessed much worse and then the memory of that girl filled with bruises down her body fills your mind.

Jungkook grips your arm, forcing you to walk forward and practically hurls you out of the room. The metal door behind him shuts and the sound echoes throughout the empty hallway you have been thrown back out into with Jungkook right behind you.

Your eyes instantly meet Mina who seemed to be waiting patiently outside the door, she instantly looks startled by the sudden arrival of you and her gaze falls on the slight blood that still covers Jungkook’s chin.

“Take her to her room, and chain her up this time.” Jungkook orders and Mina pulls herself off the walk and straightens up, giving you a questioning glance that screams ‘What the hell did you do?’. “She’s not eating tonight, let's see how long she can keep her little attitude up before she starves.”

Jungkook is about to hand you over to Mina but he halts, tugging you back into him again and he lowers his face to your ear. You feel his breath tickle your skin and it makes your heart skip a beat in pure fear.

“You might be a princess but I’m the king, don’t forget that baby.” His warning is clear and it’s one he makes sure only you can hear before he shoves you towards Mina who already had her hands out to come grip you against her. Jungkook sends you one last sharp glare before he disappears back inside the room, leaving you alone with the second person you officially despised most in this world.

“What was that?” Mina demands as she drags you down the hall, taking you back to where you most dreaded being right now. You didn’t know if you could stand more hours in that agonizing cellar, even worse now that Jungkook had orders for you to be chained.

You knew Mina was obviously referring to your little tantrum. It was clear that she wanted you to get on Jungkook’s good side and appeal to him but you simply couldn’t do that. Of course you were terrified out of the outcomes, of being auctioned to some other people that would be just, if not more, cruel than the one you were dealing with now but you couldn’t bring yourself to ever be so compliant to someone like him. It was disgusting, you felt disgusting. All you wanted was to get out of here and never look back, for this whole thing to be a nightmare that you would wake up from any given moment.

The sound of the metal door you had just walked away from opening made you stop in your tracks. You turn your neck, watching as that girl, Do-yeon, stepped out. She shut the door behind her and walked forwards, giving you a quick glance but her eyes shifted next to you and Mina stopped immediately. You felt her grip on your arm leave you , her attention now fully on Do-yeon.

“Mina, Jungkook said that if you coul-“

Before Do-yeon could finish, you slammed your shoulder against Mina, pushing her forwards and you watched as she instantly lost her balance. Before you could think twice, you gripped her hair and slammed her head against the wall in front of you. The blow to the head was hard enough , you knew it because she lost consciousness right away, her limp body falling against the ground.

Without wasting time, you crouched down next to her , your hands working to find that damn key card you had spotted on her when you were in the communal showers.

You glanced up at Do-yeon, who held a completely shocked expression on her face, her wide eyes staring at Mina’s figure and darting back to you.

“Help me!” You order in a hissed whisper, she seems to break out of her seemingly frozen stance and hurries over to you. You flip Mina over with the help of Do-yeon and dig through her back pockets but you don’t find anything. You let out a curse and continue to search for the item in her front pockets instead, you eye the way Do-yeon’s hands shake as she helps you.

This girl had not looked the slightest bit scared up until now, it seemed like a switch had been turned off and she had remembered what her situation was at that moment. You didn’t know if it was simply the fear of getting caught or how caught off guard she had been by your impulsive and sudden actions.

“W-we can’t, they will catch us.” She stuttered to you but you ignored her , letting out a sigh as you looked through one more area, inside Mina’s shirt. You dig through it and your fingers come across a familiar hard plastic material. Relief washes over you as you take it out and lift yourself off the floor.

“Let’s go.” You say and you hesitate for a moment, staring down at your heels before you rip off the straps and tug the platforms off your feet. You watch as Do-yeon copies your actions and instantly follows behind you as you break into a full on run down the empty hall.

You have no idea where you were going and you really should have waited to think and plan your escape further but you were afraid you wouldn’t get another chance. Who knew what Jungkook had planned for you, he seemed willing to punish you for the slightest of incompetence. As you ran down the wide halls, all you could think about was finding the right door that the key card in your hand would open.

“To the right!” You hear Do-yeon say behind you when you come across two split hallways and you follow her advice, sprinting down the more narrow corridor. The lights were dimmer here, a part of you was expecting someone to jump out from the many doors on each side. You continue to run forwards, you know one thing, a place this big for sure couldn’t have the exit door without a lock or passcode , and it had to be larger than the small doors you were passing.

You soon reach a dead end but to your luck, there is a large door at the end of the corridor that awaits you. You take the key card, holding your breath as you place it inside the slot on the top of the door handle. When you pull , the black screen on the slot flashed red and that’s when you knew you were utterly fucked.

“No no!” You slam against the door and you could feel Do-yeon hovering behind you, letting out a curse when she realizes the key card indeed did not work. You both flinch back when you hear muffled deep yelling from behind you, they sound distant but you know they won’t be soon.

“They know,” Do-yeon starts to panic, her face dropping as complete horror seems to wash over her. “We need to go back. Oh my god, we need to go back.”

You can’t help but be a bit taken back by her change of behavior yet again, she had seemed so confident and sure of herself when she was with Jungkook just minutes ago, she even looked upset with you when you had stolen his attention for a split second.

Her fear and distress brought you some comfort, it made it clear that it had all been a facade. Every girl here wanted to escape, they wanted their freedom but they were willing to comply with anything for a better outcome in the place they had been forced into.

“Shut up, we aren’t going back.” You say as you begin to look around. You spot a fire extinguisher attached to the wall beside you both and you thank your lucky stars it’s not inside one of those glass cabinets. You pull it, your face scrunching up as you put your whole strength into yanking it off the wall.

A sigh leaves your lips as it successfully comes off and you bring it over to the door, you hold it up a good distance above your head and position it directly over where you’re about to let it fall against.

“What are you doing-“

Do-yeon’s voice drowns out with the sound of the extinguisher hitting the door handle roughly, you let out a groan as you repeat the action repeatedly. Your body was full of adrenaline that you had no idea where you had gained from but you figured it was just your fight or flight instincts taking over completely.

“Come on,” You mutter, your eyebrows set in deep concentration as you give the handle one last slam with the metal item and watch the black digital screen crack completely. You let the fire extinguisher fall to the ground and Do-yeon grips the door handle, pulling the door open.

You didn’t expect for it to actually open and your eyes widened at the action. Do-yeon is the one to tug you forward this time, yelling at you to hurry up. You both met with an incredibly long set of stairs that lead to god knows where but you figured you couldn’t possibly be running towards anything worse than what you were leaving behind.

Gripping the side of the staircase, you make sure you don’t trip and fall. That would surely slow you down and possibly ruin everything. You glance back at Do-yeon who is hot on your heels, her long legs working much faster than you thought and she nearly rushes completely past you. You still hear the screams but they are getting fainter and fainter with every step, signaling that you must be going the correct direction.

Once you reach the bottom of the staircase, another door greets you but luckily this one doesn’t seem to have any lock on it. You both push against it and it easily opens but what you weren’t expecting was the raging alarm that sets off the minute you are out the door.

“Fuck!” You cry out as the sound blares through the entire building which now that you are outside notice it looks like some type of factory but you weren’t quite sure due to the darkness of the night. You glance around you, the wind hitting your face is satisfying beyond belief but you don’t have time to enjoy it.

A wired fence stands a few feet away. Dread fills you completely at the sight of it. It’s tall, far too tall.

“There’s no way.” Do-yeon voices your pessimistic thoughts as she stares at the fence but you pull her hand, dragging her beside you as you run towards it. You feel your chest burning as exhaustion threatens to take over you but you force your legs to keep moving against the grass field.

The only thought running through your mind is that you pray and hope this fence isn’t electrical.

“Come on, get on.” You point upwards as you latch onto the fence and hoist yourself up, instantly starting to climb up it. You glance down towards her and watch as she hesitates, starting over at the building.

“Do you want to go back there?! Get.On.” She sighs as she holds onto the fence and follows your movements, climbing up in hurried motions. You both give each other a weary look when you glance down at the distance you are climbing and know for a fact if you fall, it will likely result in some major injury or death.

This certainly wasn’t helping the fear of heights the girl next to you seemed to have because you instantly took notice of the way Do-yeon’s hands started to shake. You gulp, forcing yourself to remain calm and move quickly, one wrong move and you could easily slip off of this. You could hear your heart pounding rapidly now, there were too many things making panic courses through you, you were waiting for someone to come running after you while simultaneously trying not to fall to your death.

You finally make it to the top and swing a leg over to the other side but that’s when you notice Do-yeon is barely half way up. You grip the edges of the top of the fence as you lean down. There were scratches all over you already and the knee high socks had been ripped by the wires that poked you on the way up.

“Do-yeon, you need to hurry.” You urge her in a breathless cry as you attempt to catch some of your breath. Slight dizziness greeted you but you shook your head, trying your best to keep your vision steady and clear.

“I-I’m trying.” She cries out and you could tell she was seconds away from sobbing, tears pooling over her eyes as she stared up at you.

The roaring sound of a gun shot nearly makes you both tumble right off the fence. A blood curdling scream leaves both your mouths at the same time and you watch as Do-Yeon shuts her eyes while you search ahead of you and see an all too familiar figure stalking over your way. Jungkook held a pistol in one hand and a flashlight in the other. The gun had been pointed towards the sky but he soon lowered it down, coming to point it directly at Do-yeon.

“Both of you would get down right now if you value your life at all.” Jungkook’s voice boomed in a low and deeper tone than you had ever heard it. It sent chills down your spine, his eyes met yours, narrowing instantly as he took in your stance behind the fence and you were momentarily glad Do-yeon’s back was facing him because the deadly look he was giving you was enough to make you want to go running back to him and begging for forgiveness.

But you couldn’t stop now, you couldn’t give up when you were so close to freedom.

“Keep climbing,” You mutter to her as you watch Jungkook continue to take slow and calculated steps. He was taking his time making his way over to you but his long legs were closing the space between you and him at an alarming speed. The large flashlight was enough to illuminate both of your figures and you knew he had a clear view of you as you did of him.

Do-yeon let out a shaky breath and followed your orders, continuing to climb up as you climbed down.

“Do-yeon,” There was a clear threat in Jungkook’s voice but that taunting tone returned to him and you saw the girl instantly halt her movements at the sound of her name. “I know my favorite girl isn’t disobeying me right now.”

You eye the way the color drains completely off Do-yeon’s face but you are unable to stop your own movements, perhaps it was selfish but you had a right to be selfish in this situation. Your entire life was on the line and you couldn’t let anyone hold you back.

“Don’t listen to him.” You whisper but she doesn’t seem to be paying attention to you anymore, you could see her entire body stiffen up and it was taking everything inside her not to turn around and glance back at Jungkook. You wondered if she could just feel the gun he had pointed at her.

“Turn around, right now.” He orders, he was closer now and you knew you only had a few seconds left before he reached both of you.

Do-yeon to your surprise doesn’t listen to him, a frown forming on her face as she seemed to be fighting an inner battle for herself and you truly did pity the girl in that moment.

“Before I put a bullet through that pretty head of yours.”

That seems to break her down completely. She shuts her eyes as tears roll down her cheeks and you know she lost. She wouldn’t make it out of here.

But you still could.

Just as Jungkook comes up behind Do-yeon, you let go of the fence and let yourself fall backwards. Your body hits the ground and you roll over through the dirt. Pain instantly rattled through your back but thankfully it was that body part that broke your fall and not your head. You lifted yourself up, your knees were bleeding and the knee high socks were practically nonexistent now, your bare legs tumbled backwards.

You saw as Jungkook gripped Do-yeon by the leg, harshly pulling her off the fence and she let out a loud cry when he caught her by the hair. He pointed the gun at her head, throwing every insult imaginable and you could see his enraged face from where you lay just 2 feet away. His jaw was clenched as his gaze darted up to meet yours.

If looks could kill.

You were well aware he had a gun in his hand but you concluded that in that moment you would rather be dead than go back to the fate that awaited you with him. So you turn, ignoring the deadly look he sent your way and bolted towards the nearby woods ahead of you.

—-

You didn’t know how long you had been walking, but you knew you were at your limit. For a moment you thought you had completely lost yourself in the depths of the forest but you soon found a narrow road that led, well, you weren’t sure. But you knew it had to lead you somewhere to some type of gas station at least. Never would you have imagined that Mina and Jungkook would have dragged you so far away from civilization, it truly seemed like you were in the middle of nowhere but you knew it couldn’t be that far.

Well, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself in order to bring some comfort to your deteriorating mental state.

Not one vehicle had passed and you were growing impatient.

There were so many thoughts running through your head at once. Your family. If you managed to find help before Jungkook and whoever else was involved in this came looking for you then you would finally be reunited with them. Realistically, you knew you couldn’t have been missing for that long. Maybe 2-3 days at most but you knew your parents must have been losing their minds, you could just imagine your mother having a full breakdown and your father. In his sick state, you couldn’t imagine what he was going through. As much as you disliked how he had treated your mother, he was still your father and your heart ached at the thought of him suffering.

Your little brother. You would see him again, as annoying as he was, you couldn’t wait for him to piss you off everyday again. It was like you could already hear the sound of his obnoxious video games through your bedroom wall at ungodly hours of the night.

But then your mind goes back to the scene you had witnessed, Do-yeon being trapped with Jungkook. You knew you could tell the police everything and possibly help her and the rest of the girls but you weren’t sure how successful you would be in that. It was well known how tricky human trafficking rings were, how hard the dark web was to track, impossible really. The only thing that gave you hope was leading the authorities back here and to completely incriminate Mina and her ties with Jungkook.

You would make sure of that.

The sound of an engine pulls you away from your thoughts and you feel your heart pounding. Your eyes search the empty road ahead and just about start crying right then and there when you see a pair of headlights shine in the distance. At first, you were a bit weary but you figured you had to take your chances considering you didn’t know when you would see another vehicle.

“Help!” You call out, waving your hands above you frantically, you stumble forward as you start skipping towards it. As it drove nearer , you noticed it was a 4 wheeler truck, one that obviously worked to deliver merchandise to warehouses or factories.

“Help me! Please! Help! “ You cry out more desperately, coming to stand right in the middle of the road with no chances of them missing you. The truck comes to a slow stop , your efforts obviously going noticed and you let out the biggest sigh of relief as a young guy slips out the truck. He wore a cap over his head and white polo shirt, some type of business brand name on it, you assumed.

“Miss?” He questions in concern and as he nears you, you make out his features from the strong illumination coming from his headlights. Dark short hair poked out from the sides of his cap but he wore a friendly look on his handsome face, his features were delicate yet sharp.

But as his eyes further took you in, he frowned.

You didn’t blame him, you sure were wearing next to nothing and you were still bleeding from your knees. Your hair was a mess, and it was all over the place.

“Please help me, I-I was kidnapped. You need to call the police.” You explained hurriedly, pointing back towards the location you had been running away from and a look of horror flashed across his face.

“Oh my god,” He says as he seems to try and take in your words, he looked completely taken aback.

“Y-Yeah, there’s a gas station further down the road. I’ll take you.” He tells as he nods his head repeatedly and you find the action too endearing, you couldn’t explain the amount of comfort you felt finally coming across a normal and decent human being. You make your way towards the passenger seat of the truck and he opens the door for you, helping you climb inside.

“Uh, I think there's a jacket there somewhere. To cover yourself up.” He tells you as he hesitantly motions over your exposed legs and you almost laugh at his main concern being protecting your indecency right now. He makes his way over to the driver’s seat and you place the jacket over your legs, your body still shivering terribly at the cold weather you had been walking in for so long.

“I’m sorry, the signal out here is really bad so I can’t call the police but the gas station will have a signal, don’t worry.” He explains to you as he drives down the empty road and you simply nod, your teeth chattering slightly as you stare out the window.

You wanted to cry, you were finally free. The nightmare was over. It was over.

“They run this human trafficking ring..” You tell the guy beside you, unable to keep your emotions from slipping out finally, the events of what happened seemed to come crashing down. It was all coming back and you couldn’t believe what had actually occurred.

He glances at you, listening intently as he furrows his eyebrows.

“I-I don’t know what they do, it’s like a weird cam show . They have all these girls performing, doing lap dances, pleasuring men. It’s terrifying..I-I” You nearly break down, your voice quivering slightly.

“Hey, hey.” The guy besides you says gently, giving you a comforting smile. “ It’s okay you’re safe now. It’s all going to be okay.”

You nod at his words, swallowing down the lump in your throat as you decide to focus on the more positive aspect instead. You were going to see your family again, you were going to go back to college,to your normal simple life. A life you couldn’t begin to be grateful for, it made you think about how you would never complain again. You would see your stupid little crush again, Jaehyun. Everything would go back to normal and you would push this horrible memory away, far away where it couldn’t reach you again.

Your forehead rests against the window, your eyes taking in the forest you seem to leave behind as you enter a more secluded landscape. You crane your neck, seeing something in the distance. It was too dark to make out but it looked like a large building.

“Is that the gas station?” You question doubtfully, you were getting close to it but you still couldn’t decipher what the building was.

“Uh no,” The guy shakes his head, following your eyeline.” It’s further up ahead, we are just passing by this factory.”

You fall silent, feeling the truck start to slow down and your eyes drift over to the speedometer. He was definitely slowing down a bit. You eye the guy again and his focused gaze on the road. His sharp and perfect nose stood out to you, but another thing that stood out was his cap.

That cap.

It was silly, you knew the image only reminded you of Jungkook because of that day he had knocked on your door wearing a similar one. There was no correlation to it, your mind was just being paranoid due to events you had been through. It was getting hard for you to fully trust people but you had to remember the world was filled with more good than bad and this young man was helping you.

But then your mind grasped onto what had just told you.

A factory.

You feel yourself stiffen, your heart dropping as you remember what the building you had escaped from had reminded you of. Just as that thought runs through your head, the guy turns the steering wheel, making a sharp turn down the driveway towards the factory ahead. You let out a shriek at the sudden harsh movement of the truck and your body jolts to the side as he speeds up.

“What’s going on?!” You exclaim as a horrible feeling settles into your stomach. That same familiar dread returns and you nearly pass out when you see a dark figure standing a few feet away in the distance, in front of the building.

You watch as the guy beside you ignores you, seeming too focused on getting to the destination he was heading towards. He slows down slightly when you come across a wired entry gate, with two people guarding it at each side. He rolls down his window, giving the two guards a slight nod and the gates open instantly.

“No.” You whisper out miserably and you know exactly where you are headed.

You were so stupid.

So so stupid.

“Please no.” You whimper, the once friendly man beside you now holds an empty expression on his face, his demeanor shifting dramatically into a cold and domineering aura. He continues to drive up until he’s right at the entrance of the factory, and the vehicle comes to an excruciatingly slow halt. You shut your eyes, uncontrollable tears running down your cheeks as anger and fear run through you again. Hopelessness finally makes its way into you.

The hope you were so desperately holding onto you was disappearing before your eyes.

You jump as the passenger seat door is harshly opened in quick fast motion, already knowing who was awaiting you.

“Surprise, princess.”

“I have to say, you were quite lucky that Hoseok was driving around that road.” Jungkook informs you as he pulls you through the familiar halls you had so optimistically thought you had escaped. You were full on sobbing now, not being able to handle the frustration of your failed attempt and the horror that awaited you now.

You were sure Jungkook was planning to make you pay for that scene you had pulled. You didn’t even want to think about the punishment Do-yeon must have endured.

“ I was planning on letting you spend the night alone in that cold forest until morning, but I got antsy.” He says in feigned concern, giving you pout. “ My princess is out there all alone, I just couldn’t wait to see her again.”

He opens a metal door and shoves you inside the barely lit up room, you couldn’t hold in the gasp at the sight of Do-yeon on the ground on her knees, her face giving away every fearful emotion she was experiencing. You noticed she didn’t have any bruises on her which surprised you but should it? Mina did say this was Jungkook’s favorite girl, he must have treated her far better than the others.

You swallow harshly as the door shuts behind you and you hear Jungkook’s footsteps circling you both.

“I want to play a little game.” He announced with a playful grin, his sadistic gaze meeting the girl on the floor as he sent her a glare.

“My golden girl here has been acting disobedient lately.” He says slowly, eyes then drifting to you with an equally heated look in his dark eyes.

“And my new girl has managed to piss me off more than any of the others ever have in the span of 48 hours.”

You stare at him in silence, not daring to move an inch. The tension was thick and you didn’t like what you were feeling. Something wasn’t right, you could feel the anger radiating off Jungkook and it frightened you to no end.

You had made such a stupid mistake in trying to escape.

“I think it’s time to get rid of one of you.”

Your heart sinks at his words, feeling a wave of nausea hit you.

Do-yeon whimpers as she notices him take out something from his back pocket, a gun. You stare wide eyed as he places it in Do-yeon’s delicate hand, forcing her fingers to wrap against it. He then reaches over inside his jacket and takes out another gun, one that looked just the same as the one he had just handed Do-yeon and placed it in your hand.

He tugs on your hair and you let out cry in pain as he forces you down on your knees in front of her. You were face to face now. Do-yeon‘s teary eyes met yours.

“Tell you what, whoever pulls the trigger first gets their freedom.”

He sounded ecstatic but you could tell the rage boiling underneath him. This was his punishment, foolishly you were convinced Jungkook wouldn’t think of ever killing you and much less her. The girl he claimed was his favorite but at this moment every misconception about him was cleared up.

“No, I can’t.” Do-yeon shook her head, letting out a sob as she cowers her face down behind her strands of hair and you stared down at the gun in your hands, tightly placing your finger over the trigger.

“ Oh you will, baby.” Jungkook stated and you looked up, a new wave of terror flooding you when you notice he himself also had another gun on him, pointed at both of you. “Or else I will kill both of you.”

He was insane.

There was no ounce of sympathy in him, no remorse behind his eyes. His hard stare was challenging you both to defy him and see the consequences. An invisible clock was ticking, you knew it. The sound of Do-yeon’s sobs filled the room and you didn’t know what to do.

Maybe it was your time to die.

Because you couldn’t imagine putting a bullet through this girl’s head.

But then you thought of your family, your little brother, your dad and how you may not get to see him before he passed. You thought about your life back home, the dreams you had for yourself, they were nothing special or grand but they were yours. The life you had imagined for yourself was so close to being ripped away, seconds from becoming nothing.

You couldn’t let yourself not be selfish right now, no matter how much you would hate yourself afterwards.

You were crying again now too, your sobs joining the ones that left the girl in front of you as you lifted up the gun to her head and your hand shook so much, You felt like you were about to faint before you even managed to pull it. You would never forgive yourself for what you were about to do.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper to her, tightly shutting your eyes as your fingers pull the trigger.

A chilling scream leaves Do-yeon.

Yet the sound of the bullet never meets your ears.

You open your eyes, watching as she had her eyes shut, fully bracing herself for her end. Her entire body was shaking uncontrollably but she was alive.

A deep chuckle breaks out from Jungkook and your tear filled eyes meet his, he looks almost mesmerized by you. He shakes his head, as if he can’t believe what he was seeing. You stare down at the gun, letting it drop on the floor.

It wasn’t loaded.

It was never meant to be loaded.

“You really want your freedom , don’t you baby?” Jungkook asks you, a sickening smirk forming on those bow shaped lips as he comes to tug you back up on your feet, gripping your arms roughly.

You pull against him but he holds the back of your neck, keeping you in place and making sure you stare right at him.

“So desperate to go back to that pathetic life of yours, to a father that is just a few months away from dying, to a mother that neglects her own children.” He whispers to you in the most condescending tone, fully mocking you and you glare at him , continuing to fight against his tight grip.

“ So desperate to leave me.” He finishes, eyes trailing down to your lips before he meets your eyes again and a new emotion seems to fill his eyes.

A domineering and challenging one.

“Unfortunately for you, princess..” He licks his lips, his other hand coming to brush over the stained blood, his blood, on your cheek softly with his thumb. “ I think you’ve just become my new golden girl.”

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xbonecandyx · 2 years

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Cleanup Duty - Dom Celia x GN Sub Reader

((A/N: Finally wrote content again for the first time in MONTHS, and it's something completely self-indulgent 😂 This is just a quick fic for Celia from The Price of Flesh. Trigger warnings include violence, mommy kink (not ageplay though, just the honorific), dubcon/noncon, cucking, and degradation! Also brief mentions of knife play. Reader is never referred to by pronouns and their anatomy is never referenced either!))

It was hard to tell how long you’d been here. The basement was dark, and since Celia sometimes didn’t come down to visit for days at a time, it was hard to tell how much time was passing. All you could do was stare at the walls, nap, and fiddle hopelessly with the lock on your cage. Ever since you’d fainted outside the little office Celia kept you in, you’d been locked up in this cramped little dog kennel, released only when Celia came around seeking company. Sometimes she just wanted to sit and relax with you sitting at her feet, but other times she wanted you to serve her in other ways. It was a good day if all she did was mess with you sexually… frequently she would take her anger out on you, cutting into soft skin and bruising you with deep, sore welts. As she flung open the basement door and clacked down the stairs in her heels, it was hard to tell exactly which mood she was in now.

Celia came to a stop in front of your cage, pausing to look down at you through the bars. She seemed like she was considering something, and the sly smile that crept onto her painted lips gave you the feeling you wouldn’t like the decision she had come to. She stooped down to unlatch your cage with a key kept securely on a necklace around her neck, swinging the bars open so she could look at you without barriers. “You’re going to make yourself useful today, little mouse. Come on, crawl out of there.” She stepped back from the kennel, tapping her heel impatiently. From the angle you knelt at, you could see thin black lace between her legs, and you looked down toward your hands as you crawled out of the cage.

A sharp laugh bubbled from Celia’s chest as she stepped hard on your head, pushing it down to the floor so your face smushed into the dirty cement. “What a dirty little rat, staring up my skirt at my panties. Do you want a better view, rat?” She kicked your side sharply with the pointed toe of her heel, jabbing you in the ribs and urging you to roll over. You conceded to her demands with a moan of pain, the breath knocked out of your lungs momentarily as you rolled onto your back, laying face-up on the filthy cement of the basement floor. Celia just stood above you for a moment, looking down at you and enjoying the power she held over you. “How pathetic. A sniveling little rat, laying on the floor waiting to serve mommy like a good little whore.”

The cruel smile on her lips and the gleam in her eyes scared you in some visceral way, the instinctive fear of prey in the presence of a predator. You felt like a deer in headlights, staring up at her with fear in your expression. Celia just laughed, kicking you in the side again for good measure. “Tell mommy how bad you want to please her. Beg for me, and maybe I’ll go easy on you this time.” It was clear she got off on the control she had over you, frankly. So many things felt beyond her control in life, from her spouse to her position in the world to the expectations placed on her at work. But here? Here she was basically God.

Pride had gone out the window the first time Celia sliced into your skin with her knife, carving lines of blood like paint strokes into your flesh. Now all that was left was self-preservation, and even without the threat of a weapon, you couldn’t forget what she was capable of. You would beg like a snively little bitch if that’s what she wanted, because the other option was too terrifying to consider. “Please- Please mommy, I want to please you, I want to make you proud of me.” You felt whiny and pathetic as you pleaded with her, humiliation making your face feel hot as you looked into her predator’s eyes. “Please let me serve you, mommy…”

For what felt like forever, Celia looked down at you with a strange combination of delight and disdain, savoring how pathetic you looked. Then she swung a leg over your head, lowering herself so that the full weight of her ass came down on your face, smothering you beneath sticky panties and soft thighs. She shifted a bit to situate herself on top of your face, spreading her legs just enough to look down at you between the gap, your eyes welling up with tears at the jolt of pain that came with having her weight land on your face. Her lips curled in amusement, and she laughed a little as she rocked her hips, grinding her clothed pussy against your mouth and cheek, smearing juices over your face. “You’re going to do something special for me today, rat, and I expect you to do a good job of it.” Cruel delight made her eyes sparkle even in the dim light of the basement as she sat atop your face, smothering your mouth and nose against her panties.

Celia spoke again as she pushed her tight pencil skirt up her hips to expose the panties and garter belt beneath, toying with the hem of her panties teasingly. “See, I’ve had to spend a long, exhausting day doing favors for my boss and some friends of his, all just to get a promotion so I can come back here and play with you more often. You’re grateful I’m making time for you, aren’t you little mouse?” Her voice sounded almost sickly sweet, mockingly affectionate when she called you her little mouse.

She clearly expected you to respond, even as smothered as you were, and your voice came out muffled, buzzing against her pussy as you tried to speak with her crotch against your mouth. “Yes mommy, I’m grateful.”

Celia seemed satisfied with your response, because she nodded, reaching down to run a hand through your hair, then snagging a handful and knotting her hand in it painfully tight. “Good. You’re gonna show me just how grateful you are, and I’ll tell you exactly how you’re gonna do that!” She sent you a bright smile, the sort of expression that could only mean something horrible was coming. She shifted her weight off your face for a moment, and you took the opportunity to gasp desperately for breath as she pulled aside the black lace of her panties.

With the fabric out of the way, the source of the sticky feeling was much more clear, and your eyes widened in horror and humiliation when you saw the thick white substance still lingering on the outside of her hole. Celia laughed, giving your hair a yank as she hovered above your mouth. “You’re gonna thank me for my hard work today by licking up allllll the cum my boss and his friends left behind, got it? I expect you to clean my pussy spotless, so if I find a drop left over, I’ll be punishing you.”

The idea of licking someone else’s cum from her pussy was a mortifying prospect, something you could hardly imagine doing, but you clearly had no other choice. You didn’t want to know what sort of punishment she would have in mind for disobedience, especially after spending all day with men she no doubt found repulsive.

Celia was pleased by the fear in your eyes, and she used her free hand to shove two fingers into your mouth, prying your jaw open wider so that your mouth gaped open beneath her. “Alright little rat, keep that mouth open wide and stick your tongue out nice and far for me.”

You hesitated, but the flash of irritation on her face when you didn’t immediately obey was more than enough for you to open your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out of your mouth so that it pressed against your chin. Celia released her grip on your jaw with a laugh, smacking your cheek lightly. “Good rat. I like a pet that knows its place.” She lowered her hips closer to your mouth, hovering just an inch or two from your wide mouth, and you watched in horror and humiliation as she pushed some of the thick cum out of her hole, letting it drip into your open mouth slowly. The taste was salty and strange, the cum still warm from her body heat, and she looked down at you with a sadistic smile, settling down onto your face so that her cum-filled pussy pressed right onto your tongue.

“Get licking, rat. I’m not planning on climbing off your face till you’ve gotten me spotless, so you might want to start now.” However much repulsive fumbling Celia had to put up with earlier in the day, she clearly got her fulfillment now, degrading you to a position so low you were licking other peoples’ cum from her hole. Your tongue lapped against her warm hole, licking up leftover cum. The taste blended in your mouth with the flavor of her juices, your lips slick with her wetness as you cleaned away the mess of who knows how many men. Celia moaned as your tongue slid against her, grinding down against your face with an expression of eager, cruel delight. “There you go, rat, clean it up like a good little bitch. Does it taste good?”

She didn’t seem to expect a response this time- she just wanted to humiliate you further, let you know exactly how low you were in her eyes. Your tears spilled over, a sight that seemed to spur her on and drive her all the more quickly toward climax as your tongue dipped into her hole, licking and sucking, cleaning the last of the mess from her pussy as she humped against your face, leaving you slick with her wetness as she rocked carelessly against you, not even bothering to control her pace or angle anymore, just rubbing against you at a jerky, desperate pace.

All at once, she shuddered to a stop, letting out a breathy groan of pleasure as a flood of wetness spills over your tongue and face. She remained on top of you for a few moments, catching her breath, her grip on your hair loosening as she rode the high of orgasm. Then, slowly, she rose from her perch on your face, pulling her panties up and looking down at the mess she’d made of your face.

“I could let you clean up… but I think a filthy little rat like you deserves to stay covered in my pussy.” Celia laughed as she straightened her skirt, smoothing her hands over the fabric. She took a few moments to rearrange herself, then cast a disdainful look toward you. “Why are you still laying on the floor like a lump? Get your ass back in the cage.” She nudged you with her foot- though noticeably she didn’t kick you full force like she usually would. You pried yourself up from the floor, still sore and humiliated, the taste of cum and pussy lingering in your mouth as you crawled into the cramped dog kennel.

Celia leaned down to latch the cage, on eye level with you for a brief moment. She sent you a cruel little smile, blowing a kiss that left a dark lipstick imprint on her fingers as she teased you. “Don’t worry, little mouse. Mommy will be back to see you again soon, and I’ll bring you plenty more treats.”

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notbecauseofvictories · 2 years

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Now that you’ve finished the Leftovers do you believe Nora was telling the truth at the end ?

I believe it doesn't matter.

Any more than it matters why the guilty remnant smoke, if Patti is a sincere crusader or just a woman whose trauma carried her past the end of the world, if the dogs haunting Mapleton are dogs or Jarden really is a miracle city; whether Kevin is actually a twice-resurrected prophet, whether the world was really saved or really wasn't by actions, whether Laurie really killed herself, if Matt did meet god on a sex boat. It doesn’t matter the way that it doesn’t matter why the 2% disappeared in the first place.

It doesn’t matter because while the show cares about what’s true, the truth is not something it concerns itself with.

(Think of Kevin Senior, reduced to a vaguely pathetic figure wandering around the Australian bush in the hopes that he could save the world with a magic spell; think of John Murphy, who started out Jarden’s righteous enforcer, and ended up weeping, blood on his hands, because he no longer understands the world around him. Even Matt, whose faith is an inferno, has to be humbled every few episodes---The Leftovers is cruel to people who think they’ve found the truth.)

Just recently I was reading the New Yorker’s profile of photographers Ken Graves and Eva Lipman, whose body of work focused on, quite literally, bodies---black and white photographs of women getting ready for parties, couples dancing, boys at play, military cadets. The photographs themselves (a google search reveals plenty more) are a strange combination of arresting and a little alien, bodies moving in ways you might not immediately recognize, twisted into unexpected angles and opaque expressions. Many of them resist easy interpretation: is the closeness between these two figures tender or dutiful? are that woman’s eyes shut in ecstasy or revulsion or simply boredom?

They’re exquisitely human photos, though. Maybe even more so, for the slightly obscured, alien quality of them. They gesture towards our unknowableness, that whole sonder concept---you’ll never really know what happens behind the darkened windows of people’s eyes. Our bodies can be mapped, photographed, and still be foreign countries.

So Nora might have been telling the truth. She might have been telling a kind of truth. She might have been lying, and the lying was true in its own separate way. Maybe it was lying the way longing and hope are a kind of lying, or it was true the way that longing and hope are always a sort of truth. Or all the above, all at once---picking a multiple choice answer off the list was never really the point.

The point was to watch Nora, at home in that place where doves come to roost after the flood; to not know whether she was crying from joy or grief, smiling from gladness or to mask her pain. It was to watch her, and not know, but know that making peace with that is all you get.

#this series was wildly frustrating to watch with your brain and ecstatically perfect for feeling ineffable feelings #and that's what made it so good.#anyway. I take a lot of comfort in the vulture season 3 recaps because every single one makes the writer sound insane.#I like to have company.#the leftovers

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Bloodlust /// Sanemi x f!Reader (18+)

Summary: A naive demon is waylaid by the Wind Hashira.

A/N: Might fuck around and get back into KNY…Sanemi is one mean bastard, and I’m here for it. Be warned—this is pretty brutal (not by canon standards, but still). ngl I’ve missed writing stuff like this 🥺

Tags/warnings: sadomasochism, noncon, hatefucking!!!! is def the best way to describe what happens in this fic, threats, violence, demon reader & demon things, primal, degradation, outdoor sex, bloodplay & marechi kink stuff, yandere? obsessive fixation ig, some creative liberties have been taken with canon

You’d almost forgotten what it feels like to be weak.

Strength came with the territory when you were turned into a demon, along with the hunger: all-encompassing, oppressive, like you’re starving every second you’re not eating. Apparently you’re better able to control your hunger than other demons, not that you’ve met many—none, actually, other than the one who turned you. He was the one who told you to exercise control, who told you that you’ve done well to stealthily pick off prey that wouldn’t be missed instead of attracting attention. He was the one who told you about demon slayers.

You almost laughed at the idea at the time. A group of humans who tried to resist demons? Tried to kill them? How? Every human you’ve encountered since you were turned—hunters, mostly, men who’d wandered into the woods looking for something to eat—has been pathetically weak against you. Life as a demon is simple. As long as you stay in the shadows and avoid the sun, you have nothing to fear.

Sometimes you daydream about making your way to a village and gorging yourself, but you don’t mind the hunger so much. You can get by on scraps. And besides, the demon who turned you warned you not to go overboard. He said to stay away from the humans’ notice—not that the threat of some human calling themselves a “demon slayer” bothered you. You know how strong you are; you can feel it in your blood, your muscles, your bones. You don’t understand how a flesh-and-blood human could threaten that.

You don’t understand…until you meet him. The Wind Hashira. You should’ve listened to the warnings about demon slayers.

Bitter.

It tastes bitter, and you try to ground yourself on that taste, the sharp, bitter-wet flavor of the grass and dew and earth because the slayer is shoving your face into the dirt and the copper from where you’re biting into your lip and holding back the sound of your voice. Not that he cares, probably. But you don’t think you could take hearing yourself moan for a human while he carves the shape of his cock into your pussy.

How did you…get here? Facedown, barely holding yourself up on your elbows, chest and stomach shoved into the grass with your back arched up and your kimono ridden above your hips… Fuck, you can barely remember the fight, his ability, him wrestling you into the earth and shoving his weight down on you and bringing his blade to his own arm and—

—his blood, so rich and thick and sweet that even recalling the smell of it sends a wave of heat through you and you whine under your breath. The hunger overtakes everything else you’re feeling, but only for a second before with a twitch of his hand the Hashira brings the edge of his sword to the tender skin of your throat. “Ah-ah,” he rasps out a laugh even though his voice is heavy and strained. “What was that? Are you starting to like it?”

“K-Kill you, I’ll—kill you,” you snarl, but you and him both know the threat is empty. You tried. And you failed.

“Fucking demon whore,” he spits, and the blade slips just enough to draw a hair-thin line of red across your neck, earning a yelp from you even though you don’t dare move any more for fear of letting it cut you deeper. When you go still, he grunts and you can hear him shifting position in the grass, angling your hips up so his cock can sink in again. “Asking for it…fuck…”

“I wasn’t—nngh—ah, ahhh, s-stop—you can’t—” Your words are coming out in babbles, barely intelligible but it’s his fault. He’s pushing up at your womb, pulling out in short, quick thrusts and slamming his cock back into your cunt so hard and rough it’s like he’s knocking the breath out of your lungs. It hurts, ithurtsithurtsithurts, an ache deep in your core and accompanied with a heat and tension that you hate even more than you hate the pain, because it means he’s right. You—no, your body, your traitorous pathetic weak body that submitted to his so easily—it’s starting to like this.

“How’s it feel?” He’s mocking you, fisting his fingers in your hair and wrenching your head back so he can look you in the eye. “Does it hurt?…it hurts, right? Good.”

“—i-it doesn’t—“ You don’t even believe it yourself.

“Yes…it does. Guess even a demon bitch like you can’t take me that easily.” Somehow the slayer’s hips keep pumping deeper, pushing his fat cock through your walls and against the entrance to your womb until you’re certain your unnatural healing can’t keep up with the bruising in your cunt. Your fingers are scrabbling in the grass, digging clawed nails into the earth—the little nick on your throat has already knitted itself back up, but the tension in your pussy is a dozen—a hundred—times worse.

“—stop, let me go—“ Debased. Lower than an animal. You’d be begging if you thought he would listen.

“‘Stop’? How are you going to...ungh, make me stop? Want to try to fight me off again?” He pulls out (you hate the way your cunt feels when he does, hot and slick and empty) and his grip on the sword slackens, easing up enough to give you a scanty inch of movement. “Go ahead, give it a try.”

The slayer’s taunting you—just like you taunted him at the start of this, when you first challenged him, when you thought he was a human—and, and somehow he is, still human and yet just as much a monster as you are. More. You’ve been cruel, you’ve done evil things, but you did them to survive. Fuck, you shouldn’t—shouldn’t have taunted him, shouldn’t have boasted, should’ve stayed hidden in the dark. You didn’t know. He wasn’t supposed to be this strong.

Your muscles are shaking from exertion as you brace your hands against the ground, trying to push up against the weight of his body so you can right yourself, but it’s futile. Within a second (less than a second) of your attempt to move, one of his scarred hands slaps over your wrist and crushes it back into the dirt, grip so tight you swear you can almost feel your bones grinding underneath. You snarl, try to twist yourself away from him but the hilt of his sword slams down flat against your other hand so hard you feel a dull pang of surprise that nothing actually breaks.

“So weak…try that again and I’ll use the sharp end.” His chest is moving back on top of yours, and you recognize the silent rhythm of the movement.

He’s laughing at you.

Weak. You know it’s true. You thought you were so strong, but compared to this Hashira you’re nothing. Pure unadulterated defeat is written in every cell of your body, and whatever animal instinct you have left from your human life is telling you to roll over and accept that he’s the predator, and you’re nothing more than prey. But the mockery, the ease with which he holds you down, the goddamn fucking laughter sparks a fresh wave of hatred and you thrash and squirm underneath his body. “You’re dead, you—I’ll kill you, I’ll tear you apart, they’ll be picking bits of you out of this forest for weeks—“

The red haze over your vision is so heavy that you barely notice the blade tilting into position—not over your skin, but against his. You only register what he’s doing when the glint of sunlight on the blade reflects brilliant white, and you catch a scarlet line of blood beading against it. You pull back, eyes going wide, trying not to inhale but your lungs betray you and,

oh ohhh fuck it smells good smells so good you want it you want it so fucking bad you’re going to die if you can’t taste it you need it you need it you NEED IT.

Your muscles go slack. You’re salivating already, dizzy from hunger, so intensely focused on the smell of his blood that you can’t help your compliance as he pulls your hips up into place and slips his cock back into your pussy. Only when it starts to hurt again—a dull soreness now, because he’s slowed his pace to push his thick shaft into you inch by inch—do you feel that same prickle of hatred and disgust, but who cares who cares that you’re getting fucked because the smell of his blood is driving you out of your mind with need.

You no longer have the self-control to hold back your voice, and when the slayer hears the pathetic little mewl dripping out of your mouth from the sensation of him filling you up, he laughs again. But this time you don’t care, you just want him, want his body, his blood. Your jaw snaps open and shut on instinct and you whine, pleading, because you’re past the point of believing that you can beat him.

“You like that? Want to taste?” His voice is softer now, but the vein of mockery still runs clear through every syllable.

Your head jerks up and down desperately and then he draws his hips back and slaps his cock between your aching walls, pushing a huffed “uhhn!” out of your lips—but you don’t pull away. You can tolerate this, if it means getting to taste that blood dripping down his fingers, over the sword grip still held in his palm, just to be wasted on the grass. Out of your reach.

“So docile now…think I could get used to this,” the slayer sighs, adjusting the position of his thighs so he can thrust into you lazily and deeply. “F-Fuck, you’re—tight, you know that? All hot and sticky inside…”

“—let me have it, need it I need it, why—“ Your head is spinning, feels like you’re…what? The intoxication is hitting some note deep in the recesses of your memory, a past life you aren’t supposed to be able to recall. Bitter taste on your tongue, liquid pouring, fuzzy edges bordering your vision. Drunkenness.

“Little demon bitch,” he growls, tapping the blade lightly against your neck when you snap your teeth at him again. “Said you were going to kill me, yeah? But now you’re moaning like a whore…”

You try to muster a denial, but you can’t.

The slayer’s other hand twists underneath the two of you to press up on your lower belly, pushing into the place where his cock is nudging up against your womb. You keen at the pressure, the slow friction against that little patch in your cunt that makes you slicker every time his cockhead passes over it. “Feel how deep I am in your cunt…? I can—feel your pulse on my cock, fuck.”

You can feel it too, your heartbeat echoed in the twitches of your pussy around his skin, quick and fluttering from the drunken stupor his blood has forced you into. Every sense is heightened, and the weight of his hand pushing up on your belly just makes it worse…or better. You’re not sure.

He swallows, and with his body on top of yours you can feel his heavy breathing puffing out over the bared skin of your neck. “Can demons even cum? If you can get wet, then you can cum too, right? I bet I can…bet I can make you cum, you fucking whore. Wouldn’t that be nice…get you creaming on my cock, make you my little fuckpet…”

His hand slips down from your belly to rub roughly at your cunt, pushing into your skin to seek out the little button at the top—and the feeling of his hands on you like this, the sharp jolt of pleasure somehow sends a splinter of clarity through your delirium. “No,” you wail, hearing how wanton you sound and hating it. “I can’t I can’t, please, please don’t make me—“

“Quiet.” His thick forearm wraps around your neck, tightening against your windpipe and cutting off your voice. “Learn your place, demon—the only reason you’re alive is because you’re a nice wet hole for me to use. So when I tell you to cum—“

His pace picks up, hips knocking yours deeper, splitting you apart while he swirls his fingers around that sweet spot—and then the smell of copper gets thicker and he’s pushing his bloody hand against your mouth—

“—you cum.”

You’re not sure whether it’s your cunt or the taste of his blood smearing over your lips that does it, but as soon as he says the word you shatter like glass. The heat is brutal horrible delicious and so overwhelming you’re surprised you’re conscious through it—every hair is standing up on end and your body pulls tight like a bowstring, arching your backside into his hips so you can feel every inch of your cunt sucking around him.

It’s bliss—sickeningly sweet, burning like fire through you—without thinking, you eagerly lick the scarlet liquid off his hand and fuck somehow, somehow, it tastes even better than it smelled—feels like you could live off just the blood in your mouth but you want more, you’d die for it, you’d do anything, and your teeth are bared ready to puncture his skin deeper when—

Cold steel slides up under your jaw, almost nicking one of the veins pumping blood up to your hazy brain. “Keep—ahh, yesss…d-damn it—keep still,” the slayer rasps. “No teeth.”

He’s not finished.

Every muscle in your body aches for you to ignore him, but the knowledge of how easily he could separate your head from your body makes you obey, dragging your tongue over his still-bleeding cut instead of biting down. You can hear the noises of damp skin against skin issuing out from where your bodies meet, but you’re not sure whether it’s from you lapping at his fingers or his cock pressing in and out of your sopping-wet cunt. Probably both. Not that it matters.

The slayer’s head lowers—you know it by the angle of his cock inside your twitching pussy and the faint tickle of his hair brushing against the skin of your neck—and then you feel his teeth sinking into the side of your throat. They’re blunt, of course, as harmless as any human’s, but the primal dominance of the action sends a shudder through you.

“Not bad…looks like demons are good for something after all. I think I might just keep you,” the slayer laughs. His voice is too close—you want to flinch back, spit at him, bite—but you can’t. You’re helpless.

You’re weak.

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introloves · 4 years

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Recently I have been thinking about Toshi in sweatpants, dick print game so strong so every time we're away from each other, I'd ask him for a mirror selfie in those pants and hshshsdgh Idk how would he entertain his partner's needy request??

OH!!!

the moment he sent you that picture of him in sweatpants, holding the phone at an angle where you couldn’t see his face, just the nice toned muscles of his torso, he knew you’d be receptive to it.

he wouldn’t be hard yet, he’s just so big that the sweats cling to every curve on him.

he’s not hard yet, but as soon as he receives that call from you, your voice high and whiny, asking him why he’s torturing you like that, he is.

wakatoshis laying back on the foreign bed, phone pressed up against his ear to hear your pants, hear the way you’re practically sobbing over the fact that he’s not there.

it hurts him, he’s throbbing at the fact that he’s not there to attend to you, his hand is working fast over himself, squeezing the precum from his slit to just pretend it’s your warm cunt.

hes guiding you through it all telling you what’d he be doing if he was there with you, hand holding himself at the base of his cock, squeezing to make sure he doesn’t cum yet.

he has to stave off his own pleasure to make sure you’re touching yourself properly, making you fit as many of your fingers inside you as you can, a weak substitution for his own.

it’s frustrating on your own end, you’re spoiled rotten because when your wakatoshi is with you he’s the one in charge of your pleasure.

the length, thickness, roughness of his hands don’t compare to your own, it’s pathetic in how you call out to him, voice tight with frustration,

“i cant.” you sob, your body that had been tight as you worked yourself to an orgasm with no climax, falls against the bed.

he goes silent, your hearts thumping out of your chest at the exertion, he almost scares you when he finally responds.

“why not?” he questions, knowing the answer, he just wants to hear it from you. he wants to hear how he’s wrecked your body, taken the privilege of your own orgasm away because your own hands don’t compare.

you hiccup, freely crying into the phone, letting him know how desperate you are,

“i-it’s not you.”

there’s a tight ball in the pit of his stomach as you respond, digging the speaker of his phone into his ear to hear your cries.

if you could see him now, you’d see the tension stringing throughout his body, eyebrows furrowed as he licks his lips and throws his head back,

wakatoshi isn’t a needy man, he isn’t a glutton, but tonight he wants to practically devour you through the phone.

he grunts, a low and heavy sound, it makes you slap your thighs together, painting a bigger mess between them as you hear it.

he’s cuming, crumbling at the thought of you splayed out nice and pretty, crying and begging for him.

you whimper as he does, hearing the slap of his palm against himself, closing your eyes as you picture it, pangs of longing hit you because he’s so beautiful as he does, it just adds to it all, you’re starving for him.

you know he’s done cumming when he hums against the receiver, breathing heavy.

your hand hasn’t left you, cupping against yourself tightly.

“baby.” he breathes finally, making a face at his cum now painting his hand and stomach.

you murmur out a noise to let him know you’re listening.

“stop touching yourself.”

your heart stops at the chain of words, you don’t think your wakatoshi’s cruel enough to do this to you.

“w-what?” you stutter out, stopping the grinding of your cunt against your palm.

“stop touching yourself.” he repeats.

you rip your hand away at the tone of his voice, as needy as you were you still ached for his approval.

“you’re going to pull your shorts up and sleep in the mess you made.” he states, there’s a panic setting deep in your bones at just how he says it.

he can’t see you but you nod, practically hanging off every syllable, but it’s laced with a whine.

“i’m coming home tomorrow. you know that.”

you did, and that didn’t stop you from sending that initial text, so you comply.

“gnight wakatoshi.” you murmur, still vibrating with energy.

“goodnight baby, i love you.” he sighs.

“love you too.”

you finally sink back, a giggle building up in your chest because it worked.

your plan to rile him up, beg for him like you know he likes it worked.

with a smile playing on your lips you send a quick text to your boss, letting them know you’d be out sick for the next few days, knowing you’ll need it for the way hes going to fuck you when he gets his hands on you.

with a content hum you finally sleep.

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nagito-kissmaeda · 3 years

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omg...but imagine sex with nagito on the beach 👀

ミ☆ Consider it imagined ;) Word Count: 2419

Contains: Gender Neutral Reader, Explicit sexual content, a little angst but not heaps Read on AO3

“I think I want to kiss you.”

Komaeda stiffens beside you. The gentle rise and fall of his bare chest ceases entirely as he holds his breath. His hair has just started to dry again after your swim, the ends are beginning to curl but the majority of the strands still lack their usual volume. It makes him look smaller, more vulnerable.

You can’t help but wonder if it was genuine happenstance that you caught him in the ocean tonight, or if his luck had a hand in it. Thinking about his luck too much always stresses you out, would seeing him standing waist deep in the water - droplets running down his bare skin and glinting the perfect moonlight - be considered good luck or bad? Did he curse his talent in that moment, or did he see the adoration in your eyes, the way your breath caught at the sight of him, and praise it.

You hear Komaeda laugh, a familiar sound. Pleasant, but altogether fake, like a strawberry milkshake with too much syrup, “I will admit, that was quite a funny joke, if a little hurtful.” he looks at you from the corner of his eye, “Though i cannot rightly criticise you for making jokes at my expense, there is little else i am good for.”

It hurts that he thinks you would make such a cruel joke. It hurts that he doesn't have it in him to believe it.

The wind rushes by and you shiver. Even though you are mostly dry after your brief stint in the ocean, the cool air still makes your skin prickle. Komaeda’s jacket is spread out on the sand beneath the both of you, a gesture that is likely more intimate than he intended for it to be. You worry, frequently, that for all Komaeda’s posturing about talent and hope, that maybe you still don't fit the bill. That you may be worthy of his worship, but fall short of being worthy of his love.

“I wasn't joking.”

Komaeda chokes on what might have been a laugh before it died in the back of his throat. You can hear him shifting slightly, his hands clawing nervously at the jacket beneath him. Again you can't help but wonder, if this moment is good luck, or bad. The sound of your heart is so loud in your ears, and your hands are shaking so furiously that you are surprised the stars in the sky haven't all imploded. The moment feels big enough.

You hear a little more movement beside you, clenching your muscles in a bid to keep still, like even the slightest twitch from you will scare Komaeda away like some frightened animal. Ridiculous, Komaeda doesn't scare easily.

“I won’t stop you.” he whispers, you turn your head just enough to look at him. He’s rolled over onto his side, his slowly drying hair cascading down over his shoulder, pale eyes glinting in the moonlight. Your heart is hammering at your ribs.

You wet your lips with your tongue, and follow his lead, rolling onto your side and carefully examining his face. His eyelashes are really pretty, and they’re faint, but at this proximity you can see a small smattering of freckles across his nose. Like constellations on a cloudy night.

His lips taste like salt when yours press against them, chapped but soft and undeniably gentle. You shiver with more than just the cold when you dart your tongue out just a little, and he readily opens his mouth to accept it. He lets you explore the inside of his mouth, the sharp ridges of his teeth, the underside of his tongue; a moan cuts loose from your mouth and you tangle one of your hands in the back of his hair. One of his hands comes to rest on your cheek and you almost sob.

“I want to do more than kiss you.”

His thumb strokes across your cheekbone, and your eyes meet his. He blinks slowly down at you, contemplative but hungry, “Again, if that is truly what you want. I won't stop you.”

There's a heavy weight in your chest at those words, at his assertion that you could have your way with him, but not a single shred of genuine reciprocation. You are ashamed of how weak your voice sounds when you whisper, “Do you...actually want to? Or are you just letting me because I want to?”

Komaeda’s head cocks to the side, “I don't understand why the distinction matters.”

“I’m not just chasing some momentary desire, Komaeda.” you laugh bitterly, “I have feelings for you. Romantic ones.”

He stiffens for a moment, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain. There's an icy chill down your spine as you prepare for his rejection. He loves everything about you, but he doesn't love you.

Unannounced, Komaeda swings his leg over your hips and rolls you onto your back. Looming over you with a smile that actually reaches his eyes. You can count how many times you have seen that on one hand, but here he is, grinning down at you with an indescribable warmth that you feel from your chest all the way down to your toes.

“I was more than happy to be used for your pleasure.” He breathes, eyes turning misty as they meet yours, “To be able to touch you for just one moment, but this...this.” a breathless laugh escapes him, shaking his boney shoulders, “for you to return my feelings...the bad luck around the corner must be immeasurable, but im…” he heaves a shaky breath, “im so happy.”

His feelings. His feelings. The words vibrate around your head as you struggle to even comprehend them. He has feelings for you. Nagito Komaeda is leaning over you, pale hair lit up by the moon eclipsed by his head. Bathing him in a halo of white light. He looks angelic, and he has feelings for you.

“I want you.” You breathe, “Please, Nagito.”

His breath hitches at the sound of his first name dropping from your mouth. So unbelievably intimate, so tender. He tilts his head down, and slots his lips against yours. This time his hands waste little time before wandering across your skin, the bathing suit you picked up from the supermarket hides little, and you feel your flesh buzz as his hands pass over it. In the end, his palm sits comfortably in the curve of your waist and his other hand is planted beside your head to keep his balance. The salt in his mouth is slowly dissipating, giving way to a taste that must only be him. Your arms twist around his back, tracing the bumps of his protruding vertebrae, dancing across his fragile skin.

Your tongue slips into his mouth and you feel his hips twitch. With only the layers of your bathing suits to separate your skin, you can feel his growing hardness very prominently. You buck your hips upward to feel it again, and Komaeda instinctively bites down on your lower lip.

“Oh no. Did I hurt you?” He whispers, pulling back and brushing across your lower lip with his thumb, “I’m so sorry, though I shouldn’t be surprised that someone as worthless as myself would cause you pain.” You feel him start to move, “I should go-“

In a feat of strength that surprises even you, Komaeda is now pinned underneath you, arms pushed backwards onto the jacket atop the sand and wrists gripped tight in your shaking hands.

“Don’t go.” You press a hot kiss to the side of his throat, “You didn’t hurt me. I liked it.” You graze his neck with your teeth and he quakes below you, “I don’t want to stop unless you do.”

His breathing is shaky, his thin body quivering so much that you're almost surprised you can’t hear his bones rattling, “I don’t...I can’t stop. If you could read my perverse thoughts right now, you would be disgusted by what you would find.”

You laugh, releasing his arms and running your fingers down his chest, “Doubtful. I think if anything I’ll find that your thoughts mirror my own.”

Komaeda squeaks when you pull one of his nipples into your mouth, sucking gently, you run your knuckles up and down the side of his ribs. Smiling when you can hear his heart race, “Such a pretty boy.” You whisper, circling his nipple with your tongue. His hips stutter upward to meet yours, he seems to like it when you whine.

“I...I…” Komaeda’s throat bobs, “I’m not doing anything...I should be worshipping you, but I’m just lying here…”

“Shh, Nagito.” You breath, grinding your hips down on his, gentle enough that he can only just feel it, “I like doing this to you, I’ve wanted to do this to you for so long.”

“You...you’ve also been thinking about it?”

“Thinking, among other things.”

Komaeda barks a laugh, covering the lower half of his face with a hand, “Are you implying, that all those nights I fucked my pathetic hand thinking only of you, that you were-“

“Three cabins down, thinking about you?” You giggle, dragging your tongue up his collarbone, “That sounds about right.”

“I must be dreaming…” he whispers, looking past you and up at the sky, “it looks like the constellations are caught in your hair.” His shaky hand comes up and cups your cheek, “I don’t want to wake up.”

You smile, gently working his swim shorts down over his narrow hips, “Then don’t.”

He pushes himself up on his elbows, pretty face turning nervous as he is suddenly naked in the open air, though he isn't alone for long. He watches in awe as you toss your swimsuit off into the sand somewhere, eyes wide and watery as they trace the curves and angles of your body. His hips dig into your thighs when you position yourself on top of him, hands pressed gently on his chest, worried that his birdcage ribs might shatter if you put too much weight on them. You can feel his heart racing under your palms, fragile, perfect, beautiful boy. He is shaking under you, pale skin shining in the light of the moon. You lose your breath, completely enamoured with him, with his big green eyes, the mess of his hair, his collarbones so sharp that you swear you could cut yourself on them.

“I haven't done this before.”

Komaeda’s breathless silence is filled only with the ebb and flow of the ocean behind you, with the salt in the air and the stars in the sky. He sits up a little, arms shaking under his weight as he holds himself at eye level with you. He takes in a wheezy breath, one side of his mouth quirking up in a familiar nervous smile.

“You don't have to.” He whispers, “I...I’ll only disappoint you.”

It only takes a gentle push to his chest for him to fall backward onto the sand. Blinking up at you with wide eyes as you slowly start to lower yourself down onto him, “You could never disappoint me” you breathe, and then he is inside of you.

Just where he belongs.

The prettiest moan you have ever heard rips loose from his throat, his head tossed backward onto the sand and eyes scrunched shut. He is twitching inside of you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides like he isn't sure what to do with them. You lift yourself up just a little, and he almost sobs when you drop back down again. It feels good, you feel full. There's a twisting in your gut that tells you to just move, just move. You aren't sure how much longer you can resist it.

Komaeda is in a similar state. You are so warm, so tight, so perfect. He can feel his hips twitching with a desire to just give in, to pump himself as deep inside of you as possible. It’s pathetic, it’s selfish, but he wants you to be his. He wants to be so far inside that you can't pull him out again, he would do anything to be here forever. Completely naked, out in the open, in the middle of the night with you writhing on top of him. Your face twists in absolute pleasure, and he can't help lording over it. Over the fact that he is doing this to you.

Then, you moan again. Head lolling backwards as the guttural moan morphs into the syllables of his name.

He can’t hold back anymore. His hands snap up to your hips, digging in tight enough that your eyes open in shock, and he pushes his hips as far up as they will go. You call out his name again and it is all he can hear, hips snapping up again and again, dragging more perfect noises from your mouth and letting out moans of his own everytime he hears you say his name.

Your eyes drift down to his, letting out a sweet little whimper as he hits a spot inside of you that sets your insides boiling. Your nails dig tight into the taught flesh pulled across his ribs, turning his pale skin a bright red, your own hips meeting his every thrust with a desire to have him deeper, to have him faster. He throws his head back in a breathless laugh that almost sounds like a sob when he feels you clench around him, you’re perfect, you’re real and you’re so fucking tight.

You don't even have time to warn him before you topple over the edge, the world flashes white behind your eyes as your walls twitch around Komaeda’s desperate cock. He lets out a rattling breath, so close, so close, so close-

“Nagito” You breathe, “cum inside of me, please.”

He feels like he is going to explode, in more ways than one when he shoves himself up into you one last time, finally cumming with a high-strung moan that sounds suspiciously like a declaration of love.

Then, all is quiet again. The ocean breeze is your only company as the two of you come back down. At some point the jacket slipped out from under Komaeda, and now his messy hair is tangled with sand. You reach down and try to comb some of it out with your fingers, he nuzzles into your palm. Content.

You smile down at him.

“I love you too.”

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dizzydancingdreamer · 3 years

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You're My Home Too | Loki Laufeyson

Hey lovelies happy Saturday! I hope you all have had a lovely day! Here is the first Loki "drabble" of the event, please do enjoy and make sure to take care of yourselves today!

Appetizers (Tags): Angst, Fluff

Entres (Pairing): Loki x F!Reader (third person)

Sides (Prompts): 6: “You’re all I have.” “You’re all I have too, you know?”

Notes: None, Requested by Anon

Word Count: 2.2k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

She watches as the black haired god tilts his head, eyes locked on his brother. It looks like he’s nodding along, agreeing to something Thor has said, but she can see it— the way his pupils dart across the blonde’s face, flitting over his shoulder before returning, latching on a different spot. It’s unnerving to watch him be so docile. So passive— not at all like the usual, fiery tempered, grinning god of mischief. She’s never seen him look so blank. Something’s definitely wrong.

She has a feeling she knows what it is, too. If she’s right then it’s the same reason she laid awake all night, curled on her side of Loki’s bed, listening to the sound of his steady breathing until the sun came up. She can practically hear the conversation— Thor’s been itching to go home for weeks now. Somehow they’ve always managed to get held up each time— saving the world and what not. Now, though, there’s nothing keeping them. No androids or aliens or wizards. Just her— the best friend— and that’s not going to cut it.

Loki’s eyes flick to hers, blue irises somehow vibrant even from across the room, and she forces the corners of her lips to turn up, an attempt at flaking off the frown that she’s sure has been plastered on her face all morning. If his frown is anything to go by, however, then she would say that it doesn’t work out. Oh well— she didn’t really expect it would.

He can sense lies and even if he couldn’t he would still be able to read her like a book. Half the time it feels like he’s more in her head then she is, always figuring out what she wants before she can think it let alone say it aloud. Usually that’s followed by him dropping whatever he’s doing to get it for her. Unless, of course, it’s a hug— then he’s dropping whatever he’s doing and pulling her into his arms.

Who’s going to hug her if he’s a galaxy away?

Is it even a galaxy? Surely it’s more. A dimension away. Her stomach tosses, the sting in her chest mixing with a wave of the nausea she’s been fighting all morning. A combination of not eating— not being hungry enough to eat— and sadness. No not sadness— grief. Sadness feels easier. It’s waving your best friend off to college— not to another fucking world. This isn’t sadness— this is losing everything she has come to need for an entire year. Warmth and protection and his sea-salt skin and elegant voice. Who else is going to speak so gently to her when he’s gone?

“Dove—” she blinks and he’s suddenly there, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch where she's been sitting for the past hour, legs curled under her and all the way numb— “what’s wrong?”

His dark brows crease together, his hand snaking from his side and reaching for hers. She offers him another pathetic half-smile, tangling her fingers with his long ones and shaking her head slightly. “Nothing, Loki. How’d your talk go?”

She doesn’t miss the way he winces. He tries to hide it, replicating her tilted lips with his own, but, like her, his eyes don’t follow suit. Instead they flash with something that looks too much like dread for her to keep her act up. When her mouth creases into a frown, so does his. It’s all she needs to know— he really is leaving her.

“My brother misses home.” The god reaches out his other hand and— like everything they seem to do— she copies him, meeting him halfway and lacing those fingers together as well. He runs his thumb over hers, his blue eyes intense— worried. “There are a few things we have to sort out. They’re getting impatient.”

They’re. That could mean so many things. It could mean his people— the asgardians. It could mean his family— it definitely means Thor, the god who she can hear pacing from the kitchen. Her eyes pool over the features of the man in front of her, landing on the circles under his eyes. Does it mean him too? Has she been keeping him from going home? The thought makes her throat sting— of course she has. She’s been so stupid, clinging to a literal god. Of course he would have to go home at some point. She was only fooling herself thinking he would stay with her. What’s upstate New York when you have a celestial castle or whatever the hell it is he has?

“Dove?”

She blinks again, zoning back into his even more concerned stare— shit.

“Sorry,” she mumbles, squeezing his hands if only to ground herself against slipping away again. “That sounds important. Your, uh, your kingdom needs you.”

I need you too, though.

It feels like her heart is lodged in her throat and that she’s speaking around it. When she swallows it doesn’t go away— if anything it grows, tears stinging at her eyes, threatening to fall. She hates how selfish she feels. He doesn’t belong to her— he doesn’t belong with her— and she should feel lucky to have called him her friend for this long. Still she can’t help but wonder what her days will look like without him. Empty. Boring. Terrifying. She has friends here but it isn’t the same. The connection isn’t the same— the warmth and smiles and laughter aren’t the same.

She isn’t just losing her best friend, she’s losing her home.

And she breaks.

And he notices.

God, he always notices.

She supposes with the tears now streaming down her face, though, that she can’t exactly blame him for that one. It’s a little noticeable. What she will blame him for is how he releases her hands, instead rising to his full height and settling on the couch, angling his lithe body towards her and wrapping his arms around her stomach. He waits— one beat, two beats— for her to turn as well, pushing up on her knees and throwing her arms around his shoulders. She holds him tight— tighter than she can confidently say she has ever held him before. She has to— it’ll very likely be the last chance she gets. She has to memorize it— him.

“I’m sorry,” she laughs bitterly. It’s more of a sob— the kind that catches in her throat, getting stuck between silent and booming. “I’m being silly.”

Loki shakes his head— she can’t see it but she can feel his jaw brushing her hair, his hands pushing her closer to his chest. She digs her fingers into his jumper, scrunching the green wool like somehow it’ll make this all okay. His hand runs up her back, curling it around the nape of her neck, hand cool and soft.

“No you aren’t.” He murmurs, face still pressed against her hair, and she fights back more tears— he’s too gentle with her.

She doesn’t say anything right away, she just sinks against him, biting her lip and forcing herself to just be in the moment. He smells like rain today. It’s always different— always changing— but today he smells like the summer pavement before a three day thunderstorm hits and it feels fitting.

After a few moments she finally pulls away, tugging against his hold and running the heel of her hand under her eyes. He doesn’t give her much leave, only a few inches to be able to look up at him, blinking away the blurriness of her glassy eyes and sniffling. His lips are pressed together, his head tilted again. Unlike with his brother, though, his eyes never stray from hers. As always, it makes her breath catch in her throat, her heart racing in the way only he can seem to do.

She finally brings herself to ask the hard question— the one that’s been hanging around them for weeks. “When are you leaving?”

His fingers on her spine tense— that can’t mean anything good.

“Today, dove.”

“Oh.”

She doesn’t know what else to say— that and if she says anything more she’s afraid she might start sobbing again. Sobbing or just stop breathing altogether. Today? She couldn’t have had one more night with him? You’ve already had ‘one more night’ for four weeks, the little voice in her head reminds her. It’s time to let him go. She slips her hands around his arms— easier said than done. She knows that once he leaves her life will change— and it might never go back to normal.

Loki’s eyes flash, the blue darkening, a crease forming between his brows. He opens his mouth but no words come out and soon he’s pressing his lips together again, the dejection in his eyes and aura tangible. She has to say something— she can’t leave it on this note. She just has no idea what to say. No idea how to say goodbye.

So she doesn’t.

“You should probably start packing then, yeah?” She pushes her lips into the tortured smile again, muttering the words.

She’s sure he would have forced himself to laugh—

“I want you to come with me.”

— were it not for him speaking at the same time.

Her heart stops when his words flit past her eardrums. “What?”

She must be dreaming— there’s no way he just said what she thinks he said. It has to be her imagination playing a cruel trick on her. Trying to protect her from the pain until the last second. But no, that’s not right, now when his cool hands move from her back to her cheeks, his thumbs running over her cheekbones and drawing her back to him. He leans down, pressing his forehead against hers and she gasps— she can’t help it. His skin is so soft that her eyes flutter close.

“I said I want you to come home with me, dove.” His nose brushes against hers, his words entirely soft.

She’s speechless— completely and utterly floored. “To Asgard?”

He chuckles, minty breath fanning her lips. “Yes, to Asgard.”

She pulls back, head so fuzzy she almost topples over from the motion, hands curling tighter to keep from falling. He really wants her to go home with him? Just like that her heart starts beating again, kicking starting her pulse which begins hammering as the notion of staying with him starts to become clear. He’s not leaving?

“But—” she stammers, blinking rapidly as she tries to form a coherent thought— “why me?”

For a moment he just looks at her, his brows knitting together once more, his eyes filling with something she can’t decipher. He kind of looks confused. Only she could confuse a god. She almost slaps herself, her pulse thrumming in her ears. Why the heck would you ask him that you idiot? Now he’s not gonna’ want to take you with—

“Because you’re all I have.”

He says it so nonchalantly— like it’s a fact and not a confession that makes her very essence roar. She supposes that to him it is just a fact. That when you’re all powerful speaking your mind is normal. It is just a fact and she is just a girl and he is just a god. Fact, fact, facts. Her head spins. This— he— cannot be real.

“I—” That’s as far as she gets before her sentence drops, mouth gaping but empty.

Thankfully he picks it up, continuing his unconcerned profession.

“It’s not home if you’re not with me, my little midgardian. Not anymore.” He shrugs and she almost chokes— how is he saying this so calmly when she feels like she’s going to combust? “I really think you’d like it, actually. It’s very pretty— lots of gardens. Oh, and the library! You would enjoy the library.” He tilts his head, his eyes fading out slightly as he thinks about his home. “I’m sure there will be a ball of some sort when we arrive home. I know, I know— you don’t like big events but—”

This time she’s the one who places her hands on his cheeks, shaking her head, letting the first euphoric giggle out. “Of course I’ll go, Loki.”

A grin spreads across his lips, his eyes widening like he just won the lottery as he leans forward, connecting them once again. It makes her heart jump in her chest. What did he think she was going to say? No? She giggles when his lips press against her cheek, her nose scrunching. He must notice because his mouth curves even more against her skin. Soon his lips aren’t just on her cheek but on her forehead and chin and nose as well.

“Even if we have to go to a ball?” He teases, his voice lighter than she’s heard it in weeks.

“Even then.” She confirms, fingers gliding into his hair and tangling them in the silky strands. She takes a deep breath, nerves thrumming as she adds softly. “You’re all I have too, you know? You’re my home too.”

Loki hums happily against her skin, taking her own confession the same way he had made his own— easily. It’s the best outcome she could have hoped for. She can’t wipe the wide smile from her lips as he wraps his arms properly around her once more. It’s not long before his lips find her ear, soft words echoing against her skin.

“You should probably start packing then, yeah?”

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keilemlucent · 4 years

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Okay but this cheating Drabble/one shot thing you got going on is GOLDEN. Dabi and S/O tie up hawks so he has to watch dabi be better to S/O than hawks ever was.I have so many thoughts right now.Head full,head so full.

thank u for this one. part 4, the final one, of the cheating dabihawks x reader drabble series. a spontaneous bit of continuity :’^)

also, throwing this in here to, i just hit 2k. thank y’all so much. like. endlessly. thank u for engaging and reading and being here. i love y’all.

now, heres some FOOD

warnings: humiliation, degradation, revenge sex, restraints, subby keigo

|| part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 (final) ||

Watching Keigo squirm in the wooden chair, bound and nearly wingless, was fucking heaven. He looked fairly pathetic, all things considered. Ordering him to strip naked while Dabi gave you the same treatment was euphoric. The little, swollen tears that dripped down Keigo’s face might’ve been concerning, but the slap of his fat cock against his abs was telltale.

The bastard enjoyed it.

It had to be humiliating, watching one of your worst enemies (or fuck buddies? It was hard to tell with them) feel up your ex while you moaned, all high and gasping and pretty, just for Dabi.

You took pleasure in strapping him into the plain chair. He’d shuddered as you tightened his binds, cock leaking against his tummy.

You spit in his mouth for it.

...

His dick leaked more.

“God, he’s such a slut, should've known,” Dabi drawled from the bed, seated on its edge. He patted his clothed thigh. “Come on, over here, baby.”

You complied, swaying your hips in a way that you knew drove Keigo wild. Or, did, maybe, if he hadn’t been lying about that as well. You could hardly care. Maybe Keigo was the sex demon in bed that tabloids made him out to be, but he didn’t grace you with that side of himself. You assumed, rage boiling in your gut, that that was more than likely saved for his side piece.

You dropped onto Dabi’s lap, facing Keigo with a grin on your face. Dabi instantly was on you, guiding and twisting your face to tongue fuck your mouth. There wasn’t reverie in it (though, Dabi had shown you that in the aftermath of it all), it was just ownership.

Claiming.

Your hands wound into Dabi’s hair, his hands going to your tits, your thighs, even scalding the skin of your throat.

You loved every second of it.

When you stole a glance at Keigo, you nearly came on the spot.

He was stone still, mouth open, and nearly drooling. His cock stood flushed and proud against the toned plane of his stomach. A steady stream of preek leaked from the tip, a few stray tears splattering down and mixing into the mess.

“Messy boy,” you hummed, quickly turning back to Dabi.

Dabi was happy to indulge in your revenge fantasy. You wanted Keigo to feel like shit, and Keigo got off on feeling like shit and wanted to feel like shit for being such a piece of shit. It all worked out squarely. Plus, Dabi would get to watch the hero’s mind shatter while he reamed you so hard, you’d pass out.

You were too good for Keigo, anyways. Way too nice, way too pretty, way too fucking caring to be with someone who fucked around with you like you were just common trash. Dabi truly did respect you, especially since seeing the way you ground the heel of your words and actions into Keigo’s ego.

Dabi liked seeing people break. Getting to be the tool to break you while shattering Keigo (and his cock) was his absolute pleasure.

You writhed on his lap, grinding your hips against his stiffened cock, whines bubbling from your lips when the balls of the piercings rubbed against your puffy clit.

“Awww, Keigo,” Dabi sneered the hero’s true name like it was rotten wine. “How does it feel to see your little dove getting someone else’s cock?”

Keigo whined, biting his lip so hard, it might as well have bled.

“I’m not his,” you bit out, tugging at the roots of Dabi’s hair, tilting his head. You sucked along his neck, relishing the low groans and moans he released. They were counterpointed, like some sort of sick harmony, with Keigo’s high whines and... pleas?

You would’ve thought that Keigo would have begged for forgiveness. Begged to be heard out, begged to be given another chance. You expected the same dribble he’d been spewing since you’d caught him those weeks ago.

But, what you were given was sweet, sweet cries for—

“Please, please, one of you, please — !” Keigo sobbed against his binds. “Touch me!”

Maybe you would’ve paused.

But, not Dabi.

Dabi fucked up into you in a single, swift motion, slick gushing from your cunt onto the sheets below. You yelped, sobbing into the air as Dabi gave you a few precious moments to flutter around his girth. His scarred hands and arms hooked under your thighs, bearing all of you to Keigo.

You were all certain that the visceral image of Dabi, balls deep in your cunt, wouldn’t ever leave any of your minds, no matter the angle that you were viewing or experiencing it from.

“Please —” Keigo sputtered, cock head burning a deep red. It was cruel to leave him untouched. “It hurts.”

Good.

“You know,” Dabi huffed, raising you up, then dropping you onto his cock again. You tore the air with your screams of hot pleasure. “You’re hopeless, Keigo.”

Keigo cried, truly cried, hanging his head. You were too fucked out to give your own retorts, mind spinning as Dabi fucked you perfectly with each thrust, hard and deep.

“You had such a nice piece of ass. Real sweet. Cares, really does. Fucks like a whore and pleases like a wife.”

You and Keigo both keened, the shame of it all burning your cores like hot irons.

“But, you, you self-righteous, lazy-ass bastard, left your sweet girl on the sidelines for months? Couldn’t even bother to tell her. Strung her along like cheap pearls, right, Kei’?”

Keigo legitimately wailed at the use of his real name, breaths coming harsh and fast. Your head lolled back against Dabi’s chest, eyes wide, glazed and fucked out.

“That’s fine, though. I can fuck her like she deserves. Slow and deep if she wants, rough and fast, any way and any time. She’s more than earned it, putting up with a prick like you for so long.”

Keigo hung his head, hair soaked with sweat as his hips attempted to roll against his binds. You were begging under your breath, little words and sweet nothings as Dabi thumbed at your clit. He was getting close, all of the monologuing getting him a lot more hot than he anticipated.

“And you know what else, Keigo? You threw her away for some cheap model who only wanted your ‘name’. You really are the hero people say you are — throwing away what matters most to you!”

Oh.

Dabi fucked up one last time into you, slamming against your cervix and filling you. He kept his hand on your stomach, pressing and feeling the twitching of your cunt as you spasmed through your own orgasm, going rigid on his chest.

Your sweet cries of his name suffocated the air.

And Keigo?

Poor fucking Keigo.

As Dabi roused himself from his euphoria, leaving a few stray kisses on your crown, he paused.

What a sick fuck.

Keigo’s head hung limp. For a moment, Dabi thought he had passed out.

Oh no.

Keigo was sucking in breaths, panting like the hound he was, cock soft and sticky in his lap. Cum painted his face, tangled in his hair, dripping onto the floor and chair below as he weeped with a relieved smile on his face.

This might just work out.

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Present [Part 1] (Obsession)

A/N: Please don't copy, redistribute, and/or post my work on this site or any others. This has taken my time and creativity to come up with the story's characters and plot.

Also, I swear my writing gets better. It's a little rough right now but I'm planning on rewriting them.

Tom Riddle's Moodboard

Main Character's Moodboard

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1943 ~ 6th year

No sound above whispers could be heard throughout the great hall. The food on the table hasn't been touched by a single hand. The very thought of eating churning all our stomachs. Not during these times. Our heads turn every now and then, afraid of what might sneak up behind us. The death of Myrtle and others has shaken the entire school. A murderer is among us, trust is such a foreign concept now.

Dark purple eye-bags lay beneath every single student's eyes. No one is allowed to go home for the holidays. They aren't allowing us to leave, we are stuck in this cloud of darkness and uncertainty. No owls are supposed to be sent out. As the head girl, I'm responsible for every student's life and responsibilities. I have to know where everyone is at all times. It gets tiring at times, but necessary nonetheless.

A nightly routine consisted of all my dormmates huddling around each other. No sleep would come to us all night. We wouldn't move from the same spot until light shown from the windows. Our beds are all pressed together in the farthest corner of the room from the door. Our wands never leaving our hands in case of danger. Every little sound made from the outside provoking us. Even to the point of going mad. Potions used to stay awake, slowly wearing off as the morning arose. No sleep, we can't afford that luxury anymore.

I would leave the dorm to wait at the portrait for our assigned house professor to come. They would tell me it was safe for everyone to head to the great hall to get breakfast. As soon as they were done I quickly went to everyone's dormitory to wake them up, if they even slept at all. I would then inform them that it was safe to step out of their dorms. After everyone got situated I would have the students form a line and lead them towards the great hall. 1st-3rd years would occasionally hold the folds of my robes. Fearing that when they blink I would be gone. Leaving them alone to deal with the dangers that lurk in the school.

Not once have I lied about how they are going to be all right. That would be cruel. These students don't seek pathetic nurturing words, they want a protective force watching over them. So many clubs and activities have been canceled. Hogsmede and quidditch proving as a prime example. No one complained though, quidditch players too afraid to even step out of the castle's walls even if they were allowed.

Back to the present, I hold my good friend's hand as she slightly shakes from anxiety. I can see it in her eyes, the doubt of making it alive eating away at her brain. The spark once present in her shiny green eyes being blown out. Amelia, her name being. She's been biting her nails again, to the point where it had bled. This can be backed by the dried-up blood that is present at the tip of her finger's nail.

A booming voice can be heard, "You are now being dismissed to head to class, your houses head girl and boy will be assigning the group you'll be heading off with."

First period has been removed from every perfect and head's schedule. During this time we search the whole castle for any wanders. We make sure everyone is where they are supposed to be. If someone got lost or went to the wrong class we escort them to where they need to be.

After every class, students have a limited amount of time to get to their next lesson. Although, perfects and heads get more time to make sure everyone is where they are needed quickly. Then we hurry to our class after scanning the halls swiftly.

The once safest school of the wizarding world giving birth to the dark ages. More bodies have been found littering the schools. Most of them not found until their ghosts appear before us. Every single one not knowing how they died. Like the murderer is invisible upon meeting the victim. I originally suggested it could have been done by poison. When the bodies were checked, no traces of poison had been traced.

Professors have been waiting for the person who is responsible to slip up, to give us a clue. I don't think that will happen though. The process of these killings has been too thought out and well planned. I wouldn't be surprised if these mass killings have been planned months before, even maybe years. I've been talking to the ghosts to try and gather all details, even the potentially useless ones. When our headmaster made us heads keep tabs on everyone, the killings stopped for a short amount of time. It was like the mastermind was creating a way to best us, to get past the "little inconvenience." It didn't take long for them to find the weak parts in the plan.

What we have got though, is that every single student killed has been a muggle-born. A classic case of an unfair stigma around the poor wizards and witches. They never were able to catch a break. Amelia, one of my close friends in the friend group. She's a muggle-born, hence the shaking of her hands. I've been keeping a closer eye on her, she doesn't leave my side. She comes on my patrols so I can keep her in my sights, with of course the permission of the teachers. There are only two times that I can not watch over her. Those two times are covered by my other friend Devyn, a pure-blood. She also helps keep her safe, not letting her go anywhere by herself. The two times are because she's in two different classes than I am. One of them being a study hall.

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"Professor, how will this class help us now? Reading teacups for predictions should be the least of our worries right now," a student at the back of the room exclaims.

"The said predictions could lead us to the future before it happens. Our worries lay exactly what will happen in the future. If anything, this is one of the most important classes we'll take this year," I say, continuing to read the teacup.

"Precisely, thank you. Now go back to studying, I'll be coming around to view your interpretations."

My tea leaves look more like a blob with a cross going through them. A weirdly shaped blob. I already know there is a cross, but what about the blob? I tried shaking it a little, looking at the leaves from different angles. I already crossed off a club, falcon, and the sun. It could be an acorn, but I see a slight hole in the blob.

Could it be...

"A skull that is." I jump at the sudden voice near my ear. My teacup almost falling from my grasp.

"Pardon, a what?"

She points towards two holes in the blob, one of them I just mentioned, "I saw you already found one hole, there's the other. How it's shaped could be a little difficult to see since the cross is through it, but it's there."

The professor takes the cup from my hand and lays it on her desk. Some of my classmates look at me in curiosity, but they soon lose interest and go back to their own tea leaves.

A cross and a skull, that sounds about right to how my school year is going so far. I scan my book to see exactly what they mean.

A skull, danger in your path.

A cross, trials and suffering.

"What d-did you find?" A Hufflepuff boy to my right asks.

I don't want to scare the poor boy, he's already frightened enough as it is. If my future got around to the school, everyone would start being concerned about me. I'll barely get any of my duties done if I didn't already get it taken away for my safety. Last thing I need right now is even more panic.

"Nothing much, the future is still a little foggy."

"That's, um, good. I couldn't really read mine either," he chuckles lightly, almost seemingly forced.

Our professor claps her hands together, "Class is dismissed, read up about your predictions if you haven't already. No homework today."

I gather my books and push in my chair. Right before I could reach the door where other students are waiting, the teacher stops me.

"I'll have to tell the headmaster about this, I shouldn't keep it a secret."

"No, please don't. If you must, only tell Albus. I can't have this messing anything up, I'll become vulnerable."

The professor looks around the room, her eyes wandering franticly. I'm sure I am asking a lot from her. I really need her to keep this a secret.

"Oh alright, you're my best student. I just would hate to see anything happen to you. I'm informing only Albus to see if he can keep an eye on you."

"Thank you so much, I swear I'll be careful." A huge weight is lifted off my shoulders. I can't be worrying about my future when I have to worry about everyone else's.

I leave the classroom and start heading to my next class. Potions have always been one of my favorite classes. Mixing a bunch of toxins into a pot is a specialty of mine. I'm quickly scanning the halls for any wanderers, making sure everyone is at class. My feet take me to Potions in a hurry. I don't want to miss much, trying to make the class as informational as possible.

"You shouldn't be running, you still have 3 minutes of checking the school."

It's always him, I even tried changing routes to avoid him. His idiotic smirk, thinking he actually did something. All he did is waste my time and train of thought.

"I'm allowed to run Riddle, it's not a rule. I already checked the halls I was assigned, did you?" I really have no energy for this.

Tom peers down at me, somehow still wearing that infamous smile. Eyes bright, filled with mischief and knowledge.

"I have, double-checked as well. I'm sure you only checked once. Such irresponsible actions, I still wonder how you nabbed the head-girl spot."

I choose not to answer, not giving in to his baiting. Does he think I'm that stupid? That easily bothered by a simple test of my patience.

"You could have just said you wanted to walk me to class Riddle. No need to be shy with me."

"Shy, a concept I would not know of. Might as well bring you to class, since I'm heading there myself. Wouldn't want you to be in danger, since you consistently prove you can't handle a simple check of the hallways."

"I told you Tom-"

"Once is not enough, you should know that by now," he interrupts me, feigning a sudden serious facade on.

We start heading towards Slughorn's room. I'm a little behind his figure. Mostly looking down to make sure I don't step over his feet and fall. He sometimes walks with me, very confusing if I may say. Hating my skills, probably still hates me. You can often find us arguing if we are ever partners in class together. The usual game we play, how many questions can we get right by the end of class. Last time he won by one point, my sour mood not helping the atmosphere.

"You look rested, more than me at least," I smile tiredly. My whole body slightly sagging forward from exhaustion. He looks as proper as someone could be. His skin is a little pale though, brighter than usual. Almost like he was sick, his eyes look darker too. More sunken in, the shape of his skull more prominent. His looks still annoyingly well presented.

"Yes, you do look rather tired. I see other things have prioritized above your looks."

This man, the audacity of this man. The only reason I'm not at the top of every class. Our number 1 student count being evenly split. I have to bite down on my tongue forcefully to not say anything back. I'm too tired to truly come back with anything witty, so I choose to save myself from the embarrassment. Instead, I slightly step on his robe on the ground causing him to trip up a little.

He quickly sends a warning glare my way and then continues walking. I smile slightly, knowing even if it was petty, it was worth it.

Riddle doesn't even hold the door for me when we walk in. Causing it to slam dangerously close to my face.

"There you two are, I was afraid you weren't going to make it," Slughorn exclaims excitedly. "Turn your textbooks to page 246, we are going to learn how to make a Polyjuice potion!"

I glance at Tom, his eyes only focus on the words before him not realizing my gaze is on him. I wonder if he'll make this a competition as well. Knowing him, as well as me, anything but competition is out of our character. He looks up catching my eyes, I tilt my head. Trying to silently communicate from afar.

His head turns to Slughorn, then back to me. He nods his head and that's all it takes for both of us to come to an understanding. Whoever can answer the most questions, and create the best potion gets bragging rights.

I don't intend to lose.

#tom riddle x oc #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #lord voldemort #hogwarts #wizard #post wizarding war #enemies to allies #enemies to lovers #angst #oc #poc #Oc is any race #horcrux #moldy voldy

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just-scarecrow-thoughts · 3 years

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Planet A886CP (Part 1)

The planet A886CP-GWP, (Alpha 886 CP GWP , meaning it is part of the generation Alpha planets, CP standing for cargo planet, as in a planet used for cargo facilities. 886 means its the 886th planet on the registered planet list, GWP stands for Glacial Water Planet), Is a huge glacier water planet with sparse yet huge islands, 3 times bigger than earth and home to hundreds of privately owned storage facilities, along with a few notable colonies.

The most famous facility being the Dead Sun Resource Depot, owned by Dead Sun Shipping INC, a Shipping/Ship building company based in Bristol, England.

The other depots sit on abandoned islands, long since opened and emptied. Only a few actually have anything inside them. These complexes are much smaller than the Dead sun complex, holding pathetic amounts of cargo compared to the ones on Point Man O War. That being said, the dead sun complex holds enough cargo at any given time to run the entire planet for a full 30 years without support, so the other depots still carry insane amounts of supplies, just not nearly as much as the Dead Sun.

The Complex sits on Point Man o’ war, a massive island sitting high above the water because of the gigantic rock cliffs, around the size of the white cliffs of dover. The Island is roughly twice the size of Russia in length and width, with 4 different distinct zones. The only ways onto the island is during the rain season, when the ice around the glacier zone shores soften, making it much easier to scale the icy cliffs, or aboard a cargo ship when it makes port at the Dead sun depot, where you are blindfolded and dragged through the complex to the Alpha city.

Point Man O’ War is incredibly cold, as is the rest of the planet. Everything is always either coated head to toe in snow, or frozen over solid. It gets even worse when winter hits, and the weather ramps up to an extreme. Massive blizzards, twice the size of the great white hurricane, are fairly common during the winter years. The only thing that keeps the cold at bay is the fossil fuel mines in the beta zone, powering the massive heaters spread throughout the sprawling cities.

The 1st zone, the Dead sun Point, is the only one settled by humans. It has 3 colonies, which are: the Alpha zone, Beta zone, and the Glacier zone.

The seasons on the planet can be boiled down to “Cold”, “Colder”, “Fuck, It’s cold again” and “Why the hell is it raining now”. The Planet is pretty much just locked in an eternal winter. Most of the time everything is iced over or snowed under. However, when it hits the rainy season, it goes from Bone chilling to “Oof, it’s a little chilly out” coupled with some small showers in the first few days, to Hurricanes and massive swirling rainstorms. During the rain season, most of the ice outside the island melts, leaving the waters open for cargo trade. This is when all the cargo ships make landfall on the planet, full to the brim with precious resources. The ice is incredibly thick, almost thicker than most armor on Battleships, Making traditional icebreakers useless against it, so it's better to just wait till winter ends.

The Other islands on the planet are completely deserted apart from two.

They sit almost on the complete opposite side of the planet, where most of the ships make landing due to the soft ice. These two islands are mostly populated by stranded sailors and pirates, smugglers and thieves, castaways and the like. These islands are where the infamous Harpy gang of pirates reside, a medium sized fleet of very fast and heavily armed skiffs made to skim across choppy water.

The most infamous skiff would be the USS Jester, which only comes out during the Rain season. She can usually be spotted around the “Devil's Spine”, a semi shallow stretch of water that only she can sail due to her low profile. The spine is incredibly long, reaching around almost the entire planet, a huge ring of sharp rock outcroppings that jut out of the water at cruel angles, just begging for a ship to run aground on. The spine has many wrecks impaled upon its rocks, cargo freighters too big to maneuver through the sharp rocks that were impaled by the sharp cobalt. The jester hovers around the only way through the spine, a canal with near identical length and width to the Suez canal on earth. Although, this way is currently blocked by a Mammoth class cargo freighter, the USS Artemis, when it got blown into the rocks and got stuck horizontally. The Jester uses the rocks as cover, darting in and out behind them in order to get close to passing cargo freighters and blast their engines and rudders out, forcing them into a turn and leaving them stranded on the rocks. When the ship is incapacitated, She laser designates it for the other skiffs and scampers off into another part of the spine.

Her bounty is currently 90,000,000 IPC (InterPlanetary Credits). (1 credit is equivalent to 5 USD).

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I made a custom planet

Sorry if there was some contradictions between this post and my other post: “USS Jester”.

Constructive criticism is appreciated.

#humans are crazy #humans are space orcs #humans need to take a fucken chill pill #Dear god #Space #Galaxy #I made a custom planet #tagging is hard #humans are insane #humans are space oddities #humans are pirates #humans are aliens #humans are space australians #The brits are gonna have a new colonization streak #The sun never sets on the british empire 2: Electric Boogaloo

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just-a-creep-babe · 4 years

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Kinktober Day 28

Habit: Knife Play & Spitting

Quick warning: a knife goes in the reader’s mouth and also in. the. COOCHIE in this one so be warned skdjdksksjdlslfj

Also there’s some slight dubcon & cutting, though it’s not self-harm

~Requests are closed~

Masterlist: x

Any tips are greatly appreciated!

You know you shouldn’t look at the table

He’s made it abundantly clear from the very beginning that it‘s off limits

But being confined to the small space of the house is taking its toll on you, and you‘ve become, admittedly, atrociously bored

So as you steadily make your way closer to the round table filled with his amassed collection of weapons, you savor the shiver of fear and delight at the prospect of something new, something exciting

Something that can easily land you in big trouble, but the threat of it all only adds to the thrill of the rush

Gazing over the sharp tools, one in particular catches your eye—a sturdy knife with jagged teeth at the end of a thick blade

You don’t let yourself linger on the thought of how many things people got caught on it’s sharp edge

The hilt is relatively long and thick, looking like it would fit comfortably in Habit’s hands, with an end that rounds out, and though it does have a few engravings along its ribbed spine, it’s relatively smooth and minimalistic

Elegant, yet simple

You didn’t approach with the intention of actually touching his beloved weapons

But you just can’t seem to help reaching out and taking it in your hand

The weight feels nice, comfortable even, though it is a little too large

You tilt the angle and watch as a glimmer of light bounces from the cold hard steel

“What’ve you got there, rabbit?”

The sound has your pulse missing a beat

You nearly drop the knife but manage to whirl around and hide it behind your back instead

Your grip tightens around it, muscles scared stiff

“H-habit! I, uh, I thought you were out”

He tilts his head

And with one long, even stride towards you, he’s suddenly inches from your form

You instinctively step back, but you’re forced still when your back meets the edge of he table

“I was out”

A cruel smirk plays on his lips, knowing fully well he’s caught you red handed

“But you haven’t answer my question,” he continues, “Show me what you have”

He folds his strong arms over his chest and you know you’re screwed

Reluctantly, you bring the blade up

Calloused fingers briefly brush against yours as he takes the hilt from your grasp, and it sends a hot spike of fear and adrenaline down your system

His dark gaze lingers on you for a bit, flickering briefly to your lips, or maybe you just imagine that, before landing on the weapon

He takes his time inspecting it, like he’s watching for any smear or fingerprint you might’ve left on its polished steel

“You like this knife, (y/n)?”

He doesn’t phrase it like a question

When you don’t immediately answer, his stare pierces through you, stealing the breath from your lungs

“I… uhm”

You try to think of a way to get out of this, uncertain if a yes or no is more likely to get you killed

But as he brings the jagged edge to your throat, pushing it into your skin, you grip the ledge behind you and squeak out a pathetic “yes” in response

The corners of his mouth tilt into an amused grin, though his eyes remain as dark and dangerous as ever

Relief washes over you when he finally pulls the blade from your throat

“On the couch. And don’t fucking make me say it twice”

He steps back, finally giving you room to move, and you’ve no choice but to do as he orders

His gaze burns into your back as you do

Your heart pumps wildly in your chest as he follows suit, predator following cornered prey

As you scramble on, you inadvertently try to shrink yourself back against the couch’s armrest, pulling your legs up close to your chest

He chuckles like he has you right where he wants you

And then he’s getting on as well, tugging your ankles to straighten your legs out so he can straddle them, trapping you beneath him for good

The warm weight of him has inexplicable shivers running down your back

He‘s shameless as he leans in and presses the tip of the knife to your collarbone

“You know not to touch what’s on the table, don’t you, rabbit?”

You nod, inhaling sharply as he slowly drags the blade down, not hard enough to cut deep, but just enough to leave a faint, thin scratch against your skin

“So you disobeyed on purpose?” he rumbles, head tilting in question

You swallow thickly, knowing this answer could determine what he does to you—and whether or not you’ll make it to see morning

“N-no”

A sharp cut just below your collarbone has you yelping

You can already feel the warm tingle of skin puffing up as the blood beads to the surface

“You wanna try answering that again?”

He sets the knife just below the cut, a silent promise

“Yes—yes, I-I did it on purpose”

At this response, he hums, content

He leans in unbearably close and presses the flat of his tongue to the cut, and it immediately has your entire body coming to life beneath him, much to your embarrassment

He slowly laps up the faint drips of scarlet with his tongue, the thick pad dragging up your skin, before wrapping his lips around the wound and lightly suckling at your flesh

You try to stay still beneath him, but the urge to squirm and buck your hips is nearly maddening

“That’s what I thought,” he purrs, his voice taking on that split quality, “You should know not to try to lie to me by now, little bunny~”

He brings the knife lower down, the sharp edges hitching on your clothes before the material ever so slowly begins to give way

You swallow back a gasp as the air hits your exposed skin

And then he presses the flat of the blade to your nipples, watching them rouse beneath the cold metal with a dark hunger in his eyes

He licks his lips and you really wish you could feel his mouth on you again, but he holds back

Arousal coils and tightens in your gut, body tense with anticipation as he drags the blade even further

He uses it to pop open the button of your pants and then in one swift motion, he’s tugging them down the expanse of your thighs and below your knees until you’re kicking them off your feet

“I can’t let you get away with disobeying. You know that, don’t you?”

You give a meek nod as he inspects you up and down, taking in the sight of your form before zeroing in on the last piece of cloth covering your sex

His hand cups your mound, feeling you up, taking in the way the muscles in your lower abdomen clench every time he brushes his thumb over your clit

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours”

You don’t need to be told twice, though you’ve no idea what he‘s planning and it’s absolutely terrifying

He flips the knife in his hold like second nature, grasping it loosely by the blade to press the hilt between your lips

You whine as the foreign shape and texture of the handle presses down on your tongue

“Wrap your lips around it, bunny”

With the way he’s looking at you, focusing all his attention on your mouth, you’ve no choice but to obey

It feels big and clunky and out of place, but you still do your best to move around it, even as he slowly pumps it in and out of your inviting opening

You give it an experimental lick, suckling it faintly and toying with it between your lips

But before you know it, he’s pulling it out, still holding it by the blade, and then he’s nudging it between your legs, making what sounds like a faint hum or a husky purr

“H-habit, I—“

You cut yourself off with a gasp as he nudge your panties to the side and grazes your folds with the spit-covered handle of the knife

You squirm at the feeling, legs instinctively about to close shut, but he quickly grasps your ankle with his free hand before they can, shooting you a warning glare

“You gonna take your punishment like a good girl, (y/n)?”

Your face flushes

What choice do you really have?

With a tentative nod, you whisper a meek little “yes” and it has him grinning widely

“Then keep your legs open for me,” he commands, nearly snarling beneath his breath

You let him coat the hilt in the slick puddling between your legs

Every time he slides it up to your clit, you have to force yourself not to buck up or move and squirm too much

He circles the rounded end around your entrance, and you hate the way it has you clenching around nothing in anticipation

You squeeze your eyes shut and dig your fingers into the cushions below you, your muscles seizing and heart pounding in your chest

Much to your surprise, he takes it slow and easy, giving you plenty of time to adjust to the new sensation as he breaches through

It feels hard and solid and has your walls pulsing around it, struggling to take it all in while aching for more to hit deeper

“There we go—that’s not so bad, is it?” he purrs

You bite back a whimper as he slowly pumps the knife in and out of your drenched silk walls

Every time he pushes it in, the hilt drags along your spongy nerve endings and your hips buckle up, quiet mewls and whimpers falling from your parted lips

He grabs your jaw, fingers squishing into your cheeks, and yanks you up closer so your faces are inches apart

“Don’t enjoy your punishment too much, little rabbit~”

Squirm and whimper as you might, you’re helpless to stop him as he digs his fingers into your cheeks and forces your mouth to pop open

Your eyes screw shut with a desperate sound as he spits into your mouth and yanks your jaw shut so you’ve no choice but to swallow

You struggle in his grasp, utterly trapped beneath him, trying to quell the gasps and moans and whines threatening to bubble from your throat

And then in one hard thrust with little to no warning, he slams the hilt into you and you’re helpless to keep quiet

Your back arches as you moan loudly, euphoria seizing every nerve of your body as your muscles tighten so wonderfully

He hits something deep and marvelously addictive inside of you and you need more

With a cruel chuckle, he slams the hilt into you over and over again, soaking up and savoring the way your body shudders with every brutal impact of pure ecstasy

You’re so, so close to cuming, your peak tingling in your body, leaving you a pathetic moaning mess beneath him

“Gonna cum so soon, bunny?” he coos mockingly

You can’t even find it in you to answer coherently, your peak looming over you and threatening to take command of your body

And just as your muscles are about to cease in that familiar rush of building ecstasy, he pulls away, leaving you painfully empty and without any stimulus to cum

“H-habit—“

Your hips buckle uselessly, trying to chase a high that won’t come

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily after disobeying, did you?”

He brings the knife up for both of you to watch your slick glisten off the handle

And then he brings his mouth to it and licks it in one long stripe of the flat of his tongue

You feel your face heat up and squirm, looking away, when the edge of the cool blade is pressed to your throat

Panic seizes your veins

“Look at me”

Your gaze darts back to meet him as he presses it harder into your neck

“Say ahh~”

You let your tongue out of your mouth, lips parting open, a faint “ah” sound emitting from your throat

You can still taste yourself in his saliva as he spits into your mouth again, and you quickly swallow with a gasp as he presses a shallow cut to your collarbone

“Don’t fool yourself into thinking your punishment’s over just yet, little bunny. We have the whole night ahead of us~”

#slenderverse #habit #everymanhybrid #habit x reader #habit x reader smut #emh habit #emh #habit emh #creepypasta kinktober #creepypasta #kinktober #creepypasta x reader

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To Call Forth Love - Chapter 7

So this chapter is in Ivar’s POV. Kind of a glimpse as to see what is going on with him. Plus, its a great excuse to write some Floki/Ivar interaction.

Warnings: swearing, implied violence, Ivar having boundary issues but that’s not new.

Words: 4550

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"There you are, you crippled bastard. I've been looking everywhere."

Ivar smirked, exhaling the cigarette smoke from his mouth, not even turning his gaze from the lights of the city beneath him. "How did you get up here? I thought your old, lazy ass wouldn't be able to handle it."

Floki scoffed as he moved to stand next to his protégé. "Old, lazy ass. I may be old but I could still kick your ass if I wanted too."

Wordlessly, Ivar pulled out his cigarette carton from his suit’s pocket, taking one out and handing it to Floki. He grabbed his lighter and held it out, open palm. When Floki did not immediately take it, he glanced over to see one of the people he trusted most, staring down at the cigarette spinning between his fingers.

"I won't tell Helga."

Floki giggled. "You're a bad influence on me, boy." He took the lighter and lit his cigarette, handing it back over after.

The two stood silently for several minutes, leaning against the railing, overlooking the city. They were at the Ragnarssons Trading headquarters, one of the taller buildings in the heart of the city. The sound of humanity floated away to a hushed background noise with how high up they stood. The upper floors of the building were restricted access, being the main offices and meeting rooms of Ragnar, his sons and others deemed important. The lower floors housed the cesspool of asinine insubordinates, those that did their limited jobs and were easily replaced. Ivar avoided those floors, not just because of the stares, or the twittering females and few males who vied for attention from the Ragnarssons in hopes of snatching one up or thinking sleeping with them as an easy way to further their careers. No, he found them all boring and beneath him. With a single look, he knew what many of them wanted, they were so easy to read, to know their simple minds. It was pathetic.

So, when he did come to the headquarters, he immediately headed to the upper floors. He had an office next to Torstein that he used infrequently. Most of his work he could do remotely, a blessing due to his condition and his volatile temperament. When he had work that needed extra cyber security or to delve deeper into concerns, having the multiple monitors at his office and the ability to search out his father or brothers immediately came in handy.

The roof of the building was his favorite place to think and plan. No one came up here but more than that, he could see everything. The city, the surrounding water, everything. He wondered if this was what the gods felt like looking down on Midgard from Valhalla.

Ivar exhaled, the curl of smoke slipping from his lips. "Are you coming to the meeting?"

Floki ran a hand over his tattooed head. "Your father asked for me to come."

"Mmmm. Know what it's about?"

"Probably the same old boring shit."

They chuckled, still staring over the city. Out of the corner of his eye, Ivar could see Floki tug uncomfortably on the black business suit he wore. The only reason the shipbuilder ever wore anything remotely formal was when Ragnar demanded it….and coming to the headquarters fit into the category. Ragnar liked to say that if they wanted to be taken as serious businessmen then they needed to dress the part, and it was not too difficult to wash blood out of the suits.

The youngest Lothbrok leaned against the railing in a charcoal gray suit, his dark hair pulled back into a man-bun. He did not mind the formal attire as much, there was a sense of prestige and strength that came with it. On more than one occasion, he had been told he presented a striking figure and he liked to use that to his advantage. Whether it was terror or arousal that his figure caused depended on the person. He knew how to control them all.

A vibration had Ivar pulling out his phone to see a new text from Kari. He smiled softly at her cheeky response. When asked what she was doing tonight, she said she was taking a bubble bath and reading a book. He said he did not believe her and demanded a picture as proof she was actually taking a bubble bath like a child. Now he gazed down at an image of her feet peeking out of bubbles against a porcelain bathtub. The picture was so innocent yet sensual, just like his kitten. An innocent seductress. His cock began to stiffen at the lewd ideas running rampage through his mind at the simple picture.

With her picture came a text.

Kari: You should try it sometime. It's very relaxing.

He snorted. There was no way in hell he would ever take a bubble bath, and he figured she probably knew it.

Ivar: the only way I'm gtn n2 a bubble bath is if u in there w/ me

Grinning smugly, he could imagine the flush on her cheeks at his answer as he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Floki's voice interrupted his thoughts. "You going to tell me about her?"

Ivar did not answer right away, taking a drag from his cigarette and slowly exhaling it. "Nothing to fucking tell."

"Hmmm…. I'd bet she is the only person you smile for like that."

"Fuck…." He ran his hand over his mouth, before turning to lean his back against the roof's railing. Floki was right and clearly knew it if the sly look said anything. It made Ivar want to knock the smirk off the madman's face with his cane, which rested on the railing next to him.

"This isn't like Freydis, right?" Floki quietly inquired after several minutes of companionable silence.

"Gods, no. She is…." He found his words trailing off, unable to articulate what Kari meant to him.

Freydis had been a hope for someone more than just a fuck, someone who potentially cared for him. Unfortunately, he quickly realized that she may have cared for him, but she cared more for the status and money being in a relationship with him allowed. So, they used each other. She wasted his money on frivolous things, lavishing herself with stuff she would never dream of having otherwise. He used her for fucking and to have someone on his arm when they attended events, to silence the pitying looks from others and the comments that he did not know how to please a woman.

After ten months though, he found himself resenting her and their relationship. It was then he broke it off with her. She cried, supposedly heartbroken but he did not care. In the months following, she tried to worm her way back into his life but he slammed the door shut, uncaring of how cruel he appeared to others. He fucked other women or had them give him blow jobs, never even taking the time to remove his leg braces or pants. They meant nothing. They were nothing.

But all that changed a month ago when a woman with blue-green eyes and a sweet innocence about her bumped into him…. and then confused the hell out of him when she kissed him.

"What's her name?" Floki asked, tapping the ash off the end of his cigarette.

"Kari." He answered, probably sounding far softer than he meant to. After, he tilted his head to look at his surrogate father, brow furrowed. "How'd you find out?"

"The gods told me." At Ivar's unamused look, Floki giggled. "Your brothers. They said you have a new girlfriend."

"She's not."

"Mmmm?"

He sighed. "My girlfriend. She's made that very fucking clear. She keeps saying she can't be my girlfriend or she doesn't want to date right now. It's fucking infuriating!" He ripped the cigarette from his mouth, throwing it on the ground. "I don’t…. I don't fucking understand. She always says we're just friends, but I know she wants more. Sometimes I can see it when she looks at me. I don't know what to fucking do!"

"Why are you still wasting time on her then? She sounds like she doesn't care. Just move on from the bitch."

"Don't you fucking call her that! And she does care! More than most people." He snarled, fists trembling at his side. When Floki only smirked at him, Ivar rolled his eyes, anger slowly abating. He played into the old man's game easily.

Floki dropped his own half-used cigarette, eyeing Ivar curiously. "What is it about this girl?"

"She…. fuck…. she sees me. Not a cripple. Not some rich guy she can fuck and get stuff from. She sees... she sees me. Just me. Like you and mother. I don't….no one has looked at me like that. There's always a motive, always an angle. But not with her." The words rolled off his tongue, a dam unleashed, as if begging to have been finally uttered, to share his thoughts aloud to make sense of them. With Floki, he knew his thoughts were safe, that the man would never cruelly make fun of him.

"You really care about this girl."

Ivar did not answer, the truth already hung in the air as if painted in the sky for all to see.

Floki moved closer, wrapping his arm around Ivar's shoulder and pressing their foreheads together. "Give her time. The gods will tell you what to do. But for fuck's sake, stop stalking her. Hvitserk made sure to tell us how you showed up at her work and home unannounced."

Ivar chuckled, mirroring Floki's action. "Hvitty better keep his fucking hands off her."

"He will. He sees how important she is to you." Floki leaned back, that stupid grin on his face. "When do I get to meet her?"

"Why the hell do you think I'd let her meet your insane ass? She'd take one look at you and run away."

"She puts up with your stupidity. I'd be an improvement for her."

"Fuck off." Ivar laughed, throwing a mock punch at the man. "I've only known her for a month."

"But it feels longer, right?"

Ivar startled at the soft tone Floki used, like he knew exactly how Ivar felt. For once, he wondered if this was how Helga and Floki’s relationship felt. His tone was just as quiet, almost reverent as he answered. "Yeah."

"Don't do something stupid and lose her. Meet her where she is. Be her friend if that's what she wants. She seems good for you."

"Where is this wisdom coming from?" Ivar scoffed, running a hand over the braids on top of his head.

"I've always been wise, you just don't listen, pretentious asshole."

"No, it's Helga that's the wise one."

"My sweet Helga certainly is." Floki clapped a hand on Ivar's shoulder. "Come on, the meeting will be starting soon. I was sent to find your crippled ass."

"Why the fuck are we talking then?"

"I wanted to hear about this girl. From the sounds of it, you'll start waxing poetic sonnets about the poor girl soon and the gods will certainly…."

"Shut the fuck up."

Talking casually about the latest boat Floki was working on building back home in Norway, they headed towards the meeting room attached to Ragnar's office. The trip from the roof to the meeting room should have been quick but Ivar moved slowly, leaning heavily on his cane. He knew the whites of his eyes had an alarming shade of blue. He had seen it that morning when he looked in the mirror but even more so, he could feel it in his bones. It felt as if with one simple misstep, he would break a bone. The fragility of his body was never more evident than on these days.

He loathed it.

Thankfully, Floki made no comments about Ivar's eyes or his slow, measured gait. Instead he talked, making sure to hold doors open and continued in his loping walk as if they were on a leisurely stroll. He did comment about how nice Ivar's cane was and asked if he had used it on anyone recently.

The cane had been a gift from Floki three years ago for his birthday. It appeared to be an expensive cane made up of an ebony tapered shaft and sterling silver handle with a snarling wolf's head. What only a few knew was that if Ivar twisted the handle and pulled, a long, slender knife came out, the blade attached to the handle. Plus, the shaft of the cane was reinforced with a sturdy material, making it easily used as a blunt force object without fear of it bending or denting. Floki had said long ago that one should never be without a weapon, and the cane was his way of ensuring Ivar followed that sentiment.

The private meeting room of Ragnar was a spacious corner room with two walls made up of floor-to-ceiling windows, a dark hardwood flooring and deep green walls. A single slab wooden oak table was the centerpiece of the room, with cushioned chairs around it. Currently all those seats were filled besides two, signifying that Floki and Ivar were the last to arrive at the meeting.

Ragnar Lothbrok looked up as they entered the meeting room, appearing both suave and intimidating in his gray business suit and hair plaited. "Where have you two been?" He narrowed his piercing eyes at Floki. "I thought Helga wanted you to stop smoking."

"Your son is very convincing." Floki shrugged.

The patriarch's lips twitched in a suppressed smirk. He waved at the almost full table. "Sit. Let's get this started."

At the beginning of each month, Ragnar liked to meet with his sons and few trusted advisors to review the past month and discuss anything important in the future. It was his way of checking in with progress and making sure everyone was doing their jobs, while keeping all informed. Ivar typically found the meetings boring and a waste of time, but he made sure to attend them like a dutiful son.

In this particular meeting, Ragnar discussed how he would be meeting with Ecbert of Saxon Industries in a week, an impromptu decision but Ecbert had insisted of its necessity.

Ivar rolled his eyes but kept his thoughts to himself. He knew by the way Floki clenched and unclenched his fist on Ivar's left that he felt the same way. A glance at his brothers showed the two latecomers were not the only skeptical ones. Ecbert and Ragnar had a mutual respect for one another but it did not stop them from betraying and trying to sabotage each other's businesses when it pleased them. Aella, who ran the Northern part of Saxon Industries, made no qualms about showing his disdain for Ragnar and his family, labeling them nothing more than "power-mongering, bloodthirsty heathens who allowed their animalistic tendencies to rule them".

To say there was bad blood between Ragnar and his sons with Aella was an understatement.

Years prior, Saxon Industries had been the leader in imports and exports in the United Kingdom and Ireland but all that changed once Ragnar set his gaze upon those shores. Now, Ragnarssons Trading was the powerhouse of the United Kingdom, Scandinavia, and France, with that influence expanding even more as trade flourished around the Mediterranean.

Saxon Industries was forced to turn their ventures to North America, something that caused resentment from both Ecbert and Aella, even if Aella was the only one vocal about it.

Ivar personally thought they should just wipe out the competition, utterly destroy Saxon Industries until it held no hope of recovery. It would also send the perfect message to any who tried to compete against them in the future.

At the conclusion of the meeting, Ivar rose from his seat, still moving slower than normal. He could feel the tenderness in his muscles and bones. A silent threat to his body. The concerned looks from those around did not help. It only happened every few months now, but he still hated the pitying looks.

"Ivar, I need to speak with you." Ragnar announced, momentarily breaking off his conversation with Torstein and Sigurd at the head of the table. Ivar nodded his understanding. With a muted groan, he sat back down in the plush chair and pulled out his phone.

"Want me to wait for you?" Hvitserk asked, coming to his side.

"Nah, go ahead. I'll see you at home."

Hvitserk gently clapped him on the shoulder then leaned down to whisper smugly. "Tell Kari hello from me."

"Fuck off!" Ivar said, making his elder brother laugh as he walked out.

Speaking of, Ivar opened his phone to view the response from Kari to his previous message.

Kari: unbelievable.

For a second, he considered replying but closed out of the text. At this late hour, she would already be asleep due to how early she regularly woke up. Instead he decided to wait until the morning to reply.

Soon enough, everyone trickled out of the meeting room leaving him alone with his father. Once it was just the two of them, Ivar watched as the confident, composed expression typical on his father's face slid away to reveal something more haggard. He straightened in his chair when his father walked across the room and pointedly closed and locked the doors before taking the seat next to him.

Ragnar rubbed a hand down his face, gazing out the open window before them. A sudden falling star streaked across the sky, momentarily distracting Ivar from his impatience, which thudded in his chest like a drum, growing louder and louder each moment his father kept them locked in silence.

"What I'm going to tell you does not leave this room. If you have any questions, you come to me directly. Understood?"

Turning his head to eye his father with intrigue, Ivar nodded. "Understood."

Only after that did Ragnar shift to meet Ivar's intense blue eyes with his own. "Our security system caught an email being sent out which contained an itemized list of some shipments we will be sending next month to our friends in Finland."

Ivar's eyebrows rose. About ninety percent of Ragnarssons Trading was legal, something his father was very proud of considering how the company started. That hidden ten percent, it allowed them to stay connected to the black market and underground trading, to know things before they happened. Most recently they had made contact with a new buyer from Finland who had an affinity for certain illegal weapons.

Ragnar leaned forward, rubbing a hand over his mouth before continuing as if it pained him to utter the words. "It seems the damn email was supposed to be encrypted but somehow never fully transitioned, leaving half of it legible. We know it was sent from this building."

"Do you know who the recipient was?"

"The Russian mafia in Thailand."

Ivar sharply inhaled, his mind furiously working on the implications, plus what their next steps should be. "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to find out who the fuck is selling us out. By any means necessary….and I want to burn them alive."

A sinister grin grew on Ivar's face, matching the one on his father's.

"Consider it done."

"Good." Ragnar absent-mindedly tapped the table with his fist. "This is your main priority but completely confidential, not even a word to your brothers."

"You think it's one of them?"

"No, but we don't know who is close to them that it might be." Ragnar reassured.

Ivar rubbed a hand over his mouth as he thought, eyes drifting to the window. "I'll trace from my office. If the need arises, I'll go to Norway with Mother."

"Good. You've never failed me. I know you won't in this."

Ivar's heart swelled at the praise, something he rarely received from his ambitious and frequently absent father, especially during his childhood.

After a long moment, Ragnar reclined back in his chair, a small smirk on his face. "Your eyes are blue."

"They are always blue, courtesy of your genetics." Ivar retorted harshly, already knowing where this was going.

"You know what I mean, Ivar." His father flatly stated. "If you break something, your mother will be breathing down both of our necks."

"I'm not a fucking child, I can take care of myself."

Ragnar hummed, seeming amused by his son's antagonized state. "Don't come into the office tomorrow."

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want to."

"Start whatever you want, but for gods' sake, stay in bed where you can rest. If I get a call that you're in the damn hospital with a broken bone, I'll break something else on you." He threatened, pointing a finger at his son.

Ivar sneered, "Mother will skin you alive."

Ragnar chuckled darkly, leaning back once again. "No, her style would be to sabotage me somehow. Now get out of here. Your brothers planned on going out for drinks tonight, are you going to join them?"

He opened his mouth to answer when an impulsive idea latched itself in his mind. "No…." He answered slowly, a wicked smirk curled on his lips. "I think I'm going to bed."

"Alright."

Ivar rose, leaning on his cane. After taking a few steps away, he turned back to see his father watching him curiously. "Doesn't mean it's going to be my bed."

With that, he walked out of the meeting room to the sound of Ragnar laughing loudly behind him.

*****

He closed the bedroom door silently behind him, pleased with how the house remained quiet as he moved about. It was nearing two in the morning and the last thing he wanted was the police called with the neighbors thinking he was a burglar or something ridiculous.

Gently, he leaned his cane against the wall then proceeded to slip his shoes and shirt off. He dropped them on the floor, overly aware of any noise he made. Carefully, he maneuvered to the side of the bed, feeling very much like a thief in the night though he ignored it, and eased his legs out of his braces, setting them on the ground. Next, he slid under the rumpled covers, pleased when the bed's other occupant did not wake. His heart pounded in his chest though it did not deter his actions, if anything the forbidden feel spurred him on. Laying on his side, he placed his arm around her. Cautious of his body, he scooted closer to her until his chest was to her back. Before he could fully relax, she began to stir.

"Mmmm?"

He tenderly placed a kiss on the back of her neck before murmuring. "Shhh, go to sleep."

"Ivar?" Kari asked sleepily, her body tensing under his touch.

"Yes. Go back to sleep."

At his words, she twisted in his arms to face him, his arm still over her waist comfortably. He could hear the sleep fading from her voice. "What? What are you doing here?"

"Trying to sleep." He answered coolly, a flash of irritation shooting through him. Why was she questioning him? All he wanted to do right now was sleep with her in his arms. The increasing pain in his traitorous body made him want to lash out. To demand she shut up and let them sleep. He bit his tongue before the venom could erupt. Logically he knew his presence was unexpected and surprising at this hour, but he had hoped she would be more excited to see him.

"That…. what? How did you get into my house?" She demanded, trying to wriggle out of his hold but to no avail.

"I have a key."

That easy statement made her freeze. "You have a key…." She slowly repeated. After a moment, she sighed, relaxing back into his embrace. "You know what, I'm too tired. We'll talk about that fact in the morning. Why are you here though?"

Maybe it was the darkness surrounding them or the enticing sleepy voice of hers, either way he found himself answering honestly…. a bit too honestly. He pressed his forehead to hers, closing his eyes as he quietly confessed. "I missed you….and I don't want to be alone."

They laid there for several seconds in a tense silence. Even though she did not pull away from him, he could practically feel her over-thinking. If she told him to leave right now, he wondered if his dark heart would splinter. Over the past month she had become so vitally important to him. When he first met her, his interest had been fueled by lust plus the mystery and innocent aura around her. He wanted her. Now though, it had moved beyond want. It was a need. As much as he needed air to breathe, his mind and body coveted her. She somehow slipped past his guarded heart to entangle herself in his very core. Her presence soothed the violence that controlled his mind, she gentled his rage. She cared about him, not because of who or what he was, like everyone else. No, she cared about him as his own person, as simply Ivar.

Finally, she spoke in a resigned whisper. "Fine. Go to sleep, Ivar."

"I was trying to but someone kept asking me questions." He quipped, in hopes to hide the joy and relief in his voice.

She grumbled, then turned over and tried to move away from him but he was not going to have that. Not now. Not where he wanted her to be after so long. Where she deserved to be. With the arm around her waist, he pulled himself against her until they were spooning. At first, she attempted to fight him, squirming away, but after a few moments she surrendered. A barely suppressed chuckle escaped him, as he tightened his hold on her. She felt so perfect in his arms, like the gods created her to fit flawlessly against him, two puzzle pieces that finally found their match. He pressed his face into her hair, nuzzling into her. His elation only increased when her fingers intertwined with his that were splayed just under her breasts. A fond smile danced on his lips at her acceptance.

Within moments, he felt her go limp against him, sleep consuming her one again. He lightly kissed the back of her neck, pleased when he thought he heard a content hum come from her at the action.

Knowing his kitten, there would be hell to pay come morning, but for now, he needed this. Her body against his, to feel her heartbeat, to know she was safe. It was something that was no longer optional. He felt a man possessed, bewitched. Everything about her cast him under her spell- her beauty, her friendship, her tenderness towards him, the silly ways she made him laugh, and how she stood up for him. She was his. His responsibility. His devotion. His peace. His kitten. His alone.

"God natt, min skatt." He whispered against her skin. (Good night, my treasure)

It did not take long for him to follow her into sleep, more at peace in this moment than he had been for in years.

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