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Indie and private Neil Josten from Nora Sakvic's The Foxhole Court. Penned by Lana. Est. 9/21/16
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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NOT RIKO
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                 Riko furrowed his eyebrows and moved the CAMERA away from his face, setting it to the side momentarily, letting it focus on Nathaniel’s face from the floor. He moved closer to the stirring boy, face complicated as he took in the other’s state.
                ❝  Hey, hey, it’s alright, ❞  He comforted, voice low.  ❝ Just S T A Y  D O W N .  Drugs are still wearing off.  ❞  He glanced to the RESTRAINTS, eyeing the red marks it left behind on Nathaniel’s wrists.  
                                                       YOU LOOK KIND OF PRETTY LIKE THAT, YOU KNOW–
                                                       TIED DOWN AND MARKED UP
                                                       IT’S LIKE I BRANDED YOU
                                                        (  MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE, MINE !! )
                                                       LOOKS LIKE IT HURT–
                                                       DID IT?
                                                       TELL ME ABOUT IT
                 ❝  I’m sorry about those, ❞  He added, nodding to the ROPES.  ❝  Couldn’t have you running off, could we ?  ❞  Riko chuckled lightly.
                 He could feel the tension– sense the oncoming panic as Nathiel came to.  God, they always panicked, didn’t they ? Why did they always PANIC ? Such a NUISANCE–
                 ❝  I said it’s okay,  ❞  Riko repeated, starting to get impatient. He reached forward, caressing Nathaniel’s cheek lightly, fingers trailing down, down, down, down–   ❝  Do you feel sick ? Does anything hurt ?  ❞
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    Riko’s voice was just what he needed, smooth, almost sweet sounding. Maybe he would’ve relaxed, if his limbs were bound to one another, if he could move, if his body and head didn’t ache, if that goddamn camera was out of his face. 
               But he didn’t. It didn’t. The red recording light still stared at him, unwavering.
      The touch was soft, everything he had wanted, Riko’s hands on him, acknowledging him and        
                     This wasn’t his Riko. He was tied up and this wasn’t HIS Riko.         He didn’t know how this had happened - had Riko found him in here? Had someone else done this? - He was lost and while his muddled mind was pulling him out of the warm embrace of unconsciousness, pulling him back into the waking world, he could feel the cold from the cement floor seeping into his bones. There were a few moments of silence, as Nathaniel clenched his jaw, staring up at the man who wasn’t his Riko. 
                                                              “I’m fine” 
     He wasn’t, there was still that clawing panic in his chest, the confusion in his head and the ache in his arms, back and head. “What’s happening?” He asked again, refusing to believe that this was anything but an accident, that perhaps whoever had done this to him was forcing Riko into doing this. 
                                                       “You’re not like this.”
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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sapphiclcvers:
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        “EVERYTHING. We’re going shopping again before people start to think you’re colorblind.”
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   “So what if they do? I dress just fine and I don’t need to go shopping.” It’d taken an entire day last time 
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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hit that ❤️  for a starter my dudes !
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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Sorry for my absence, I’ve been working on my other blog because his muse hit me hard ! As of right now I’m doing a re-read of the series and then I’ll be back on here! I should be back on sometime next week to do drafts and such. Thank you for your patience!
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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1/3/2017
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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🖕🏽
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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@ofregicide​ continued from here 
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       The voice above him sounded far away, muffled and incomplete, as Nathaniel fought to open his eyes, fought to focus his gaze, even as a red light shone in them, giving everything an ominous glow. “ What? ” He blinked again, squeezing his eyes shut for just a moment before letting them open once more, more in focus than before. He moved to sit up, finding his hands tied together, rope digging into his wrists. 
What ?       Where is he?              What’s going on? 
Think back, how’d he get here? What happened? Fuck, fuck, fuck. He can’t remember. He recognized the voice ( he’d recognize it anywhere ) as the other man spoke. Riko. What happened? His body ached, the back of his head was throbbing and his arms were sore, muscles straining from being tied up in one position for so long. “ What’s happening?” He tried to ignore the panic rising in his chest, but this wasn’t right. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Riko wouldn’t do this, wouldn’t tie him up, wouldn’t record it. This isn’t his Riko. 
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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RIKO
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                      Riko winced as fingers dug into his arm, gripping tight and pulling the skin taut. His instincts screamed at him to pull away– the sensation of being touched by another person was raw && revolting && UNWANTED to him, especially if that person was Nathaniel Fucking Weskninki. Nobody touches the King without getting burned– Didn’t your father teach you that ?
                                                (  Like Hell I’m backing away from this– from him !!  )
                    “  You’d like it,  ”  He hissed into the other’s ear, breath hot && voice guttural. “  That’s what you really want to say, isn’t it?  ”  He pressed harder, getting even closer– chest against chest, teeth baring, ready to rip open flesh.  “  Everyone opens their legs for me, Nathaniel. Everyone. You’re no exception.  ”
                                    BE CAREFUL– YOU’RE RUINING YOURSELF, KING. 
                                                                           ( ASK ME IF I CARE ? )
                   He’s snapping, he’s snapping, he’s snapping, he’s snapping,                   he’s snapping, he’s snapping, he’s snapping, he’s snapping,                    he’s snapping, he’s snapping, he’s snapping, he’s
                   “  You’re fucking disgusting,  ” He spits, laughing. His free hand reaches down to his own jeans. Pulls out his weapon of choice. Flicks the blade open. Revels in the sound it makes in the quiet of the locker room.  A GRIN SPLITS HIS FACE OPEN.  “  Let’s have some fun, Nathaniel. Let’s see if you’ll OPEN up for me as much as your pretty little mouth does.  ” 
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     Riko’s voice in his ear made Nathaniel’s skin crawl, the words left a vile taste in his mouth and Riko’s proximity to him was far too close for his liking. There was no escape from this situation, the king had him pinned and he knew running, if he could even get out of Riko’s hold like this, would make it worse. He can’t leave Edgar Allen, there’s nowhere to go, nobody to turn to, he had nothing. They’d only find him again and do god knows what.         No no no, don’t say it. He  was screaming at himself not to, but the words were already falling past his lips.  “They open their legs only to be fucked by your soft dick?” He scoffed. “What a fucking disappointment.”  Fuck. 
       If Nathaniel was having a hard time breathing before. he stopped once Riko flicked open his knife, the click echoing off the walls and that grin promising trouble, pain. He should’ve kept his mouth shut, kept his head down and sit  under the radar the best that he could while he was here. It probably would’ve saved him a lot of trouble, suffering. Should’ve, would’ve, could’ve. “I didn’t know you were capable of having fun.”  
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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I swear to god I will finish all my drafts.
All rpers (who tend to do the opposite until the last moment and keeps reblogging memes). (via flava-proelium)
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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Here’s some honesty, Neil said. I don’t like you, and I don’t trust you. It’s mutual, Andrew said. That doesn’t change anything.
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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Allison
        “Are you seriously wearing THAT?”
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( starter for @keygiven​ )
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“Yes     ?”       “What’s wrong with it?”
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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roleplaying psa
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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Break after a long night of driving.
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keygiven-blog · 8 years ago
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Guess who got new glasses today !!
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