#[reds brand of scares is just very bloody n body horror before you get to the existential stuff]

[themissingnumbers]

[@blue-tearss - previously, yet again.]

WARNING: At this point this entire thing is getting pretty intense in general. Warning for descriptions and illustrations of gore (specifically face and eye trauma), and a general emphasis on horror.

As the knife comes down upon him, Red does not fight back.

Red takes it.

Each swing. Each cut. Each slash.

over and over and over and over and over and

Biting pain.

The burn of an old blade.

It stings. Gods, it stings.

But to hurt is to be alive. To bleed is to be real.

He's something that is living.

Even if 'something' is not human.

Even though he's not sure what it could be anymore.

So he lets the knife glide through his skin.

Lets himself be flayed and mangled and marred.

Lets the blood flow from his wounds, and from his throat.

Because he knows it, sees it, tastes it in Blue's code.

How familiar this dying face is to him.

It makes it all the more hilarious.

Red's face, shoulders, and chest are a sanguine mess of ragged lacerations, staining the front of his shirt with the hue of a dark, dull purple, colored like rotten blood from a lifeless body. Even through the blue dye in the air, he refuses to be colored like everything else- colors of the Missing One prevailing, even with the lack of the man's typical palette corruption.

As if in tandem with the sudden absence of those horrible flickering bars that typically crawl across Red's skin and hair, Glitch City... calms. The mass eating at Blue relents when his assault ends. There's a distinct heaviness to the air, though. Each piece of the world that craved to rip and tear and consume, now twitching, bubbling, boiling underneath them. A dreadful kind of suspense.

A predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

It is waiting.

Red runs a hand down his face, over flesh marred beyond recognition, fingers tracing the dips and exposed muscle even though it burns more and more under the contact.

A single in-tact eye burns into the other.

Somehow, he still.

fucking.

SMILES.

"Y'know, I never thought I'd end up on the receiving end," he croaks, voice half-drowned by the blood that flows freely into his mouth.

"I'd always wondered what the motherfucker upstairs had been through. Thanks for giving me something educational to take from this, pal."

He spits his words at the other, underlined by the awful wet noises of viscera catching in his throat.

He steps forward, aiming to meet the other in the middle. Blue can see him trembling, shaky, unsteady on his feet- it hurts, oh Gods it hurts. It hurts more than he can describe. This pain is unfamiliar. Even if he welcomes the lack of numbness, it still hurts. It hurts. Each step he takes is more and more akin to a shambling corpse, a zombie freshly risen and struggling to hold itself upright. It hurts. It hurts.

"It's a little funny how you say you're not desperate while tryna hack me to pieces, y'know," he continues, voice growing all the raspier.

Frankly, he should be impossible to understand at this point. But there's something supplemental under his gargled mutterings- whispers on whispers from every side, quiet, but just loud enough to make each and every word clear.

"Whaddya think, that I'm stupid, or are you just in denial that badly...? I mean, when I get bored, I don't go out of my way to slaughter some doppelganger of the guy I hate most, in th' boring ol' way I did it every time before... Where's the fun in doin' something different if ya go about it the exact same, huh? You're BORED, but you aren't lookin' to change a single fuckin' thing, just attacking some pooooor defenselesss motherfucker that ya don't even know anything 'bout, don't got any grudges t' hold against...

But heyyy, heheh, it's allll in a place where your actions don't matter, cus it ain't even yyour world, must be sooo much easier, no aftermath t' worry about, that must be what yyYOU think, hhahaha..."

As he goes on, each word is more drawn out, quieter and quieter and weaker and weaker, yet biting with a sharpness that stabs deeper than Blue's blade. He babbles and slurs as if drunk- probably going delirious from the blood loss.

But he keeps chuckling, low, soft, and quiet. Barely a giggle under his breath...

Until it begins to crescendo.

Laughter slowly rising, Red tilts his head back, until he's thrown himself into a loud fit of cackling, RIGHT in the other's face, 'til he's wheezing, barely able to BREATHE through his manic laughter, 'til he looks like he could fall backwards if he doesn't catch his breath.

Suddenly, he snaps his head forward- and there IS an audible snap, like bones loudly clicking into place in a single grotesque movement- bringing himself eye to eye with the other. Sickly dull purples flicker into that distinct violent RED with a flare of corruption, cutting through everything with a vivid, bloody color.

"This place is HELL," he snarls, suddenly speaking clear as day, the amusement still glimmering in his one good eye, "but you fail to understand something important; this is MY Hell. And 'infested?' Does not even BEGIN to describe it."

His hand surges forward, grabbing Blue's knife-wielding hand by the wrist. His nails dig in, his fist closes around Blue's, forcing the other to tighten his grip on the handle. Red blood, running down his arm and to his hand in a deluge, mixes with blue, running and swirling together like mismatched paints dropped into a sick palette.

"What happened to MY Blue? You're asking the wrong question. Didn't anyone tell you to do your research before traveling, buddy? You should be asking what happened to ME. Because BLUE is free. BLUE is exactly where he is supposed to be. Far, far away from HERE. Living. Breathing. S A F E. I wouldn't wish him here for ANYTHING- shit, I wouldn't wish this on ANYONE. In fact, I genuinely feel fucking BAD that YOU managed to stumble into this shithole, y'know? You're tryin' awful hard to kill my pity, but I really am giving you the benefit of the doubt for how STUPID you're acting."

His hold on Blue's hand strengthens. With a harsh pull, and a grip threatening to either draw blood or break bone, he wrenches the other's fist down-

Forcing him to point the blade directly at his stomach.

He leaves the tip of the knife digging through his shirt and poking his flesh, only just gently enough to avoid breaking skin.

"But lookie here, yeah? Check THIS out, hahaha! If you're ACTUALLY as bored as you say, you must REALLY wanna see something new, right? If you wanna keep using me as your new punching-bag motherfucking PLAYTHING... Start HERE, would you? I bet you'll LOVE what happens next."

In a staggered motion, he releases Blue's hand where he left it. Knife still pointed forward, straight at Red's guts, but now with the freedom to let the other decide his next move.

"Still, though... Hey, let me be CIVIL and give you some actual advice," he continues, and he's heaving again, struggling with every breath, excess blood spilling from between his teeth. The surge of strength falters, and he slumps forward, putting one hand over his chest, gripping his shirt until his knuckles go white. His other hand lingers, the one he'd grabbed Blue with, shaking worse and worse with each passing moment. Red feels sick, his heart and a dozen other horrific things brewing inside of him pounding faster and faster against his ribs, restless and angry, ready to explode out of that cage of bone, simmering just below the surface. It's a nauseating feeling that's synchronized with the greater behavior of Glitch City, all while he struggles to stay awake and keep his mind clear.

"If you have ANY sense of self preservation still about you..." he drawls with an uneasy laugh, eye unfocused as he tries to stare at Blue, "then I suggest y'put that fucking thing away and start looking for an exit before shit gets REALLY ugly. But whatever ya do next, well... it's up to you...!"

Even with his lips tattered, torn off his face, Blue can feel how Red's grin widens.

"Just don't say I never warned you."

[carryonmywaywardcaptain]

Imagine...being a demon and hunting Dean down

CarryOnCap’s Masterlist Dean Winchester Masterlist

Summary: When Dean says he knows you better than anybody, you’re surprised to find out that you may have more of a history with the Winchesters than you can remember...

Warnings: very slight Season 15 *SPOILERS* for like a paragraph; mentions of “need to kill”; slight angst and open-ish ending, but implied TFW 2.0 win

A/N: Written for @wayward-mikaelson​‘s #Daily Imagine Prompt and (unintentionally) for @winchester-reload​‘s #Suptober20 day 4 prompt “Brand” (even though I’m working on my actual entry sketches!)  Idk where this came from and it took a weird route. Also, there’s an unintentional...nod? paraphrasing maybe? of dialogue from CA: The Winter Soldier, so credit to the MCU writers for permanently snaking their way into my subconscious because my love for Steve and Bucky apparently knows no bounds.

“If it isn’t the notorious Dean Winchester,” you sneered. “As fun as this little game of cat and mouse has been, you Winchesters are really starting to piss me off.”

They’d been tailing you all across the country and you’d had enough. Sure, you were a demon, but it wasn’t like you set out to hurt anyone. As long as everyone else could mind their own business, you liked to think you were pretty easygoing. 

…aside from a few bloody slip ups here and there but, hey, who was counting?

At least you weren’t one of those crossroad douches in the soul collecting business. You preferred to spend your time topside, having fun and wreaking a little havoc now and again. It had been going just fine until those plaid-wearing pests became obsessed with you. Eventually you’d decided to hunt them down for a change so you could finally get a little peace.

You hadn’t spotted the tall, sasquatch Hunter yet, but you’d caught the green eyed one by surprise and knocked him to his knees. Glaring down at him with a smirk, you kept a firm hold on the pressure point of his shoulder to make sure he stayed right where you wanted him.

“Did the cat catch your tongue? Because, with all of our showdowns lately, I was expecting a little more of that quick wit you always seem to have stowed away.”

If you were being honest, he was a pretty fine piece of ass and you wouldn’t mind going a round or two with him under different circumstances. Even with the dopey look of intensity on his face, laced with...something you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

Distress? Of course it would make sense for him to feel that way--you were a demon after all. Was there a hint of longing in the way he was staring at you? Maybe he couldn’t help thinking you were attractive despite what you were.

Who cares? You practically growled at yourself, chasing away something nagging in the back of your mind that told you there was more to his reaction. Pretending you didn’t actually care because you were incapable of such feelings anymore.

“D’you remember me?” he asked, eyes darting back and forth between yours.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. And it was really hard not to get caught up in his eyes. Why did that piss you off so much?

“Of course I do. You two meatheads have been on my ass everywhere across this godforsaken world,” you spat. “I know we’ve had a grand ol’ time and all, but listen up because I’m only going to say this once-- Leave. Me. Alone. If I catch you two on my tail again, I won’t be such a ray of fucking sunshine.”

He studied you for a long moment, seemingly unfazed by your threat.

“What do you remember about becoming a demon?”

You narrowed your eyes and tilted your head at his question. “What does that have to do with anything? And why the hell would it matter to you?”

“Because it does. Now I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess you don’t remember a whole lot about what happened to you. That there’s some gaps you just can’t seem to fill in.”

“And let me guess--you just happen to have all the answers to that because you know me so well?”

“I do. I know you better than anybody.”

You weren’t sure what game he was trying to play or how he could possibly know how disconcerting it was that you couldn’t recall a damn thing before the last month or two. Your life as a human, your time in hell-- you didn’t have the slightest idea who you were or what had happened to you.

But there was no way you were going to listen to some Winchester--even if your gut told you he was telling the truth.

“I highly doubt that,” you retorted, seething with defiance.

“You know me--”

“No I don’t,” you snarled, unsure why his words were making you feel so unsettled.

“Your name is Y/N L/N. You’ve known me and Sammy your whole life. You--ngh--”

He flinched and groaned in pain when you tightened your grip, digging your thumb into the hollow area just below the crook of his neck and above his collarbone. With your other hand, you withdrew a large blade from the side holster you’d crafted yourself.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’ve had enough of the foreplay.”

Dean threw a sidelong glance at the weapon. His nostrils flared as he clenched his jaw and fixed his olive eyes on you again.

“I know you’ve been bouncing around looking for answers on that blade. Just like I know that underneath that jacket of yours you’ve got a mark on your arm. And I know from the small trail of bodies you’ve been leaving behind that you’re trying to fight that hunger you have to kill anything and everything around you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Your voice quivered between your gritted teeth.

“It’s called the Mark of Cain. And that right there is the First Blade.” He nodded toward the weapon without a trace of deceit on his face. “I know the calm you feel when you’ve got the blade in your hand. And that power flowing through you? It scares the hell out of you.”

You grimaced, placing the antique blade against his throat as your chest began to heave from the growing rage pulsing through your veins. What gave him the right to pretend he knew a damn thing about you? 

Maybe he was right. Maybe you could admit the power did scare you sometimes. You didn’t exactly give a shit about right and wrong, but the overwhelming urge to kill left you feeling out of control. It was why you were trying to uncover answers about the brand on your arm. Why you were fighting a losing battle with the trembling hand gripping the blade now-- you wanted answers and you needed him to keep talking.

“How do you know all of this?” you demanded.

He swallowed uncomfortably and the blade bobbed against his Adam’s apple. “It was Chuck--uh, God. You’re a Hunter, Y/N. You, me, Sam, Cas, Jack--we’re family. Chuck’s trying to end the world and we were working to stop him. On our last run-in with him...we thought he killed you. But it turns out he sent you to some other universe he’d created. In this world I had the Mark and, when I died, I became a demon. In the other world he tossed you into, we think that’s what happened to you. ‘Bout a month or two ago, somehow you found your way back to this world and we’ve been trying to track you down ever since.”

Furrowing your brow, your eyes fell away from him as glimpses of the events he’d described flashed through your mind. You squeezed your eyes closed, trying to latch onto fragments of the hazy memories emerging from the depths of your subconscious...

Dean screaming your name, face contorted with horror. A small man with graying hair and a wicked grin snapping his fingers. Your hand gripping someone’s forearm, just as his strong hand grasped yours. The deep red energy that flowed from his arm to yours, searing through your veins until the Mark bubbled to the surface of your skin--the scar that was always itching to let the darkest parts of you reign free. 

“We can help, Y/N. Me and Sam can fix this.” Dean’s gruff voice was resolute as he briefly glanced away and begged you to consider his offer. “Just come with us and we can cure you.”

His words stirred something in your chest, making you realize he had triggered the faint prick of some long forgotten emotion. A small part of you longed to go with him, but it was miniscule and insignificant when you considered that “fixing this” might mean getting rid of the Mark. 

Despite the fear and lack of control it brought you, you were unwilling to give up the power or the blade. It was an addiction you had no intention of overcoming.

“Maybe I don’t want to be cured. The way I see it? There’s nothing to fix. Time to say goodnight, Dean-O.”

You raised the blade but, before you could strike, something cinched around your wrist. When the power coursing through you became dull, you turned in surprise to see that Sam had secured your wrist in one end of the cuffs he held. He reached for the blade with his free hand and swiftly dodged you when you lunged at him after releasing your hold on Dean. 

Snarling in rage, you again swung at Sam while he tried to wrestle the blade from your grasp. Dean suddenly collided with your back, circling his arms around you as he pinned your limbs to your sides. You thrashed your head and screamed as you tried to escape, but his cheek was pressed between your shoulder blades, tucked safely away from your efforts of fracturing his nose with the back of your skull.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he grunted, arms tense as he squeezed you tighter. “We’re gonna fix this. You’re okay, sweetheart.”

“Dean, I still...can’t...she’s too strong,” Sam grumbled.

You continued struggling while you gripped the blade with every bit of strength you had. As you fought the boys, you spotted a young man in a tan jacket walking toward you who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. He looked vaguely familiar and you surged toward him out of instinct, knowing he was a greater threat than the men holding you.

His hair was side swept, with a few of the sandy colored strands grazing his forehead. His eyebrows were drawn together over soft eyes, brimming with an array of emotions. The boy raised his hand in greeting, smiling in relief as if he’d managed to find a long lost family member. 

“Hello, Y/N... We’re going to help you. I promise. Sam and Dean will find a way to fix this.”

“Do it, Jack!”

“Any time now, kid.”

The boys shouted in unison and you paused for a fraction of a second as another series of memories flooded you. Before you could make sense of them, Jack reached out and pressed two fingers to your forehead.

Your knees buckled and your eyes fluttered closed as you slipped into unconsciousness.

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[dayeemah]

All For You 2

Bts! Seokjin ®

Sick twisted story….  A one sided love

Talks of killing, actual killing. Graphic language and details.

Kinda smutty……

Part 1 < Part 2 < Part 3

Author’s note: If You survived the first part lol good luck with this one.

3 Months ago

"Y/N?" a voice asked.

I dropped my glass of red wine on the carpet, in shock as I backed up defensively.

"H-How did you get in here?" I asked,

panicking, my back touched the glass of the window, scared and afraid of this unknown man standing in my living room.

He was alone. 

In fact he wasn't armed at all. I felt my eyes get low, and my body grew weak. My legs wobbled from the lack of balance and I tried my best to hold on to something nearby but my vision felt blurred and small black speckles begun to cover my sight.

Thump

"Im sorry my love. Sleep well."

That was the last thing I could hear before waking up in a huge bed, alone, in a room that looked similar to mine. Looking around, the room had looked like I had never left my house.. It was creepy, how similar this room looked to mine. I tried getting up and moving but of course, handcuffs were attached to my wrist keeping me restrained. 

Whimpering, I wanted to look for an escape but paused when I heard the sounds of someone nearby. I could hear light steps in front of the door, the knob turned and the door creaked as a familiar figure stepped in. He was holding a tray of food, a glass of juice with a nicely prepped meal sitting in the middle.

I tried to but couldn't speak, I was truly in shock of what was happening. He took a few steps towards me before putting the tray on the table next to the bed and sitting on the side of me. 

He had a small gleeful smile placed on his face. He looked crazy and I had no idea who he was and what he wanted- which scared me most. He was dressed so formal, his white button up silky shirt tucked into his pants so neatly. His clothes looked pressed so delicately and carefully put together like god himself made everything.

"Don't be afraid. I'm here to give you all my love, princess." He spoke.

His hand reached up to rub my cheek as I turned to the side, my teeth reaching up to bite into his flesh leaving a shallow red imprint. His hand jerked back, mumbling curses to himself as he straighten his posture, looking back at me.

But then he laughed and smirked, "Understandable. I did take you against your will, however we’ll make a deal. If you do what I say, ill remove those." he said,

tapping on the handcuffs.

Apart of me was afraid, what did he want? I gave him a questionable look waiting for him to explain his offer.

"For the time of you being here, I won't have you restrained. I'd like to let you have freedom. The freedom to walk around this house and move as you please. I won't keep you restricted. This is your home now so I want you to get comfortable."

His face was serious as he looked at me up and down, his eyes taking in every part of me being restrained.

"What if I run away?" I asked him, breaking his sinister daydream.

If he didn't expect me to run out of this house after he unlocked these cuffs he'd be a fool. Looking out the window, it didn't look like a long fall, I could just attach these curtains and slide out and run away.

He laughed at me, taking the key out of his pocket, "sweetheart, even if you were to run out of this house you aren't getting far without us finding you."

Us?

"There is nothing around for miles but wheat and road. You need a car to leave this property. And by the time you actually get far away from the house, you'll be lost and on your way back here."

My heart sunk. Where the fuck was I ? And why was I here?

He sighed as he unlocked the chains on my wrist sitting the keys and the cuffs on the dresser next to us. He stood up heading for the door before turning on his heels and saying,

"Eat. Wash up then meet me downstairs."

-

"I hate you!" I yelled, slapping Seokjin, leaving a light red sting on his cheek.

He tensed up and I could see his head jerk back from the slap. He paused, his body taking a few seconds to recover from my hit.

"You say you hate me but you don't try to leave me" Seokjin yelled back at me.

"I do hate you. And I can't wait to leave." I shouted back, “Just don’t know where the hell I am to even try.”

Seokjin grabbed me by my wrist pulling me into his tight, tense space. His body was very close to mine, I could feel his heat radiating off his body. His heart thumping into my chest as he leaned his head close to my ears..

"Leave then."

I froze from his words, trying to process what he just said...

"If you really want to go. Leave and don't look back." he repeated, this time colder.

I swallowed and blinked at him in shock.

Just leave?

When should I go?

Did I even want to go?

He pushed me off him, making me stumble a few steps back before turning on his heels and walking out the room. I stared blankly at his now disappeared steps that vanished from the living room.

What was wrong with me?

I saw that he left the keys on the table just freely for me to grab. I tried to bring myself to leave but I just couldn't. I scoffed to myself and slapped myself over and over again.

"Stupid, stupid stupid" I grumbled.

This was my chance.

My hands traced over the keys and I brought myself to pick them up and stuff them in my pocket. But what I did even shocked me, I walked the way Seokjin left instead of the opposite way.

I'm such a fool.

I could've been free.. but I wanted to stay...

Why?

"I knew you couldn't leave him" a voice laughed from behind me.

I turned around to see Jimin and Jungkook staring at me with wide grins on their faces. I swallowed, wanting to give them a piece of my mind but when my eyes looked down I saw fresh blood on they're white shirts which made me hold my tongue.

My lips parted in shock and I backed up, knocking a few things off the table that sat against the wall. My hands slipped behind me to attach them onto the corner of the wall so I wouldn't fall.

"Do you want to join us? Y/N?." Jungkook asked walking slowly towards me,

handing me a knife, a dark crimson liquid dripping off the sharp object.

"No. Y-you're sick" I commented before running out the room and making my way to the stairs, hearing multiple pairs of heavy footsteps chasing after mine.

I felt a tug on my leg making me almost fall down the stairs. A pair of hands grabbed my waist and tossing me on their shoulder so swiftly. I screamed as loud as I could, not knowing who picked me up but I assumed it was Jungkook because of the monster strength he possessed.

"Jungkook please, Let me go. Let me go." I sobbed, punching at his back.

"Now what fun would that be..."

Hearing nothing but laughter as they led me towards the basement on the opposite side of the house. I started screaming louder as much as I could, hoping Jin or even Taehyung would hear me. But I knew I was done for it when the door clicked behind me, meaning it was too late, I was stuck here. 

Jungkook pushed me into the middle of the room, allowing Jimin to grab me. Smirking as he caught me, his hands holding me in his embrace as a devilish smile plastered his face.

I shut my eyes tightly, feeling Jimin back me up against something cold which covered my body with a shiver of goosebumps. Squinting as my eyes were semi closed, I was able to faintly see what was happening. Jimin had me against the exam table, straddling me, pushing me back against the bottom, and handcuffed my hands to the metal bars that were on the sides.

I whimpered, tugging at the cold thick handcuffs that captured my wrist from moving. Looking up to see Jimin towering over me, leaning in, he squeezed my jaw sideways with a laughter following.

"J-Jimin please.. Jin wont~" he cut me off,

by shushing me with his small finger that was covered in a dark red residue,

"Oh. Don't worry about Jin.. he's not here to witness what me and Kookie are going to do. This room is sound proof. Now be a good girl or you'll be next."

As Jimin walked over to Jungkook who was standing by a white curtain, I took this opportunity to look around the room. I had never seen this part of the house before and it was quite intriguing. Compared to the room Jin keeps all of his flesh carved hearts, this one didn't reek of dead bodies. However, this place was really scary.. especially the two who bought me here.

The walls were painted a eerie bloody red color, the lights were bright and blinked like the ones you see in a horror film. It reeked a familiar smell, the smell of hospital equipment and when I think about it, the room did resemble a hospital room which crept me out even more.

"Now.. Hyung why don't we show her a few interesting things." Jungkook chuckled, unzipping the curtain.

When my eyes met theirs, Jungkook pressed a blue button on the side of the wall, bringing down all types of sharp knifes he had hanging from above. My eyes widened in shock, I truly was terrified. I looked besides Jimins body, seeing a cops uniform hanging on a railing, blood drenched in the blue ripped material.

A tied up man was in the chair which resembled one of the cops that had came here last week. He had his mouth covered along with his legs and arms tied up so he couldn't move or talk. His head was dangling back against a wall as his eyes were shut. Dried blood was smeared all over the light brown ropes that restrained him which I bet he was tortured in before falling asleep.

"Now Kookie, pass me my branding iron, time to make a star out of this one. I always hated pigs."

Jungkook handed Jimin the hot branding iron, which was shaped as a star. My eyes widened, he was truly about to engrave a star on his sleeping form. Jimin looked up at me, a fearless smile frozen on his face as he pressed the red starred iron across his back, making the man scream in agony.

I shut my eyes tightly, wanting to cover my ears from his muffled screams. I could see the look in his eyes, so desperate for help, pleading to make them stop and it hurt so much to watch.

"Please. J-Just Stop." I begged, tears dripping down my cold cheeks.

But they ignored me. Pretended I wasn't there and just smiled as they continued. Jungkook, who looked as if he enjoyed it more than Jimin, decided to press the branding iron against the bruised flesh once more, but this time harder and longer than the last time.

His pale skin begun to smoke and small droplets of blood oozed out of his red flesh, dripping on the floor. My mind zoned out, closing off all access to the visual of this man being tortured. I couldn't hear anything but disoriented noises and a clear view of the blood dripping on the white marble floor.

I felt like my head was spinning and my body was growing weak, I heard noises and my name being called but I couldn't process what it was- or who it was. I begun to close my eyes for a second and everything went dark.

~

I woke up to the sun beaming through the sheer curtain, onto the pillow inches away from my face. I felt hair strands brushing against my neck and a light breathing against my skin which put me into panic mode. After the night I had, the last thing I wanted was a unfamiliar person next to me when I woke up.

Shifting my body so I had no choice but to face this intimacy I wasn't expecting, I became face to face with a familiar soul.

Seokjin.

My eyes trailed over his face. He looked peaceful and apart of me felt relieved he was here instead of someone else. His arm was still lightly wrapped around against me and I could feel myself melt into him. 

Not knowing why, I wanted him to just hold me as I cried.

I swallowed hard, slowly blinking and taking in this beautiful creature I call a monster because thats what my mind paints him out to be. My heart began to beat rapidly, my thoughts, my heart, couldn't keep up. 

I shut my eyes trying to stop my body from having their own imagination.

Why did I feel this?

Opening my eyes to him staring back at me which in fact made me stop breathing for a few seconds. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks were flushed and burning as I tried to preposition myself but he held me in position.

"Y/N. I'm sorry about yesterday." he spoke.

His voice was soft, groggy and I couldn't believe he was apologizing. I stared into his eyes looking for confirmation to give off he was bluffing but his eyes told the truth.

He was worried..

"I have already punished them for what they did. They are to apologize the moment they look your way. Im sorry." he repeated.

Our eyes met but for the first time, it was gentle. 

Soothing, loving. 

His hands rubbed my cheek and I felt frozen. This feeling I felt, it wasn't normal. I knew myself too well and this couldn't be happening. But apart of me wanted it too.

His touch was hot, set fire to my skin. His lips were soft, melting into me as my body molded into his. My hands were pressed against the pillows, with every kiss the grip tighten.

My tank top straps fell down my shoulders and if time was on my side, i'd rewind it to feel that feeling again. His lips turned my head to the side to taste, kiss and absorb my neck. My body felt like it had no other choice but to just dissolve into him.

His touch was beyond anything I felt before. It was gentle but needy. I couldn't contain myself and I became greedy, letting my moans cry for more. My eyes shut as his lips kissed me down to every inch and every want. His body brushed against mine with every second, and I couldn't help but feel myself grab onto him out of vulnerability.

Nothing but sweet whispers as he came back up for air, embracing me, holding me, loving me. Our eyes met once again and this time... his eyes darkened and I could see he wanted me as bad as I always wanted him. 

He kissed me once more, his lips capturing me into a dangerous game of emotions.

He stopped, pulling away then staring at me as his wide frame towered me. His eyes stared deep into my soul and his hands folded itself with mines as he spoke.

"Is this okay?"

~

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

A Year Without - Part Six

Warnings: Some smut 

The red brute lay unmoving on the grey linoleum floor in an unnatural position a few inches from you. You couldn’t believe this was happening. The horror of the moment replays in your head over and over, Raphael’s large green eyes gawking at his brother as he succumbs to the darkness. You try to rip yourself from Leo’s iron grip but failed miserably only managing to amuse him.

“That was rather easy.” He growled seductively into your ear twisting both your arms behind you painfully to clasp metal cuffs around your wrists. “I think this tactic will be useful in the apprehension of the last two.”

You could tell he was addressing the kunoichi who was still glowering at you while a medic reached her side assisting her with the oozing injury. Her bloody hand was peeled away and a new rush of crimson poured from her side. “Very well, she can keep her life for now.” Stepping into your space her bloody hand took your chin and leaned in close. “I’ll repay you for that you little cunt, with blood and in flesh.”

With an improper snarl you dug deep and spit right in her face, “Fuck you, you sadistic bitch!”

Turning just slightly Karai grimaced as your saliva connected with her porcelain skin with an indignant smack.  The room fell silent as she wiped the thick wet deposit from her cheek and the laughter that followed did not bode well with you living past the night. The green swirling abyss that was Karai’s tormented gaze found yours and as if nothing had just transpired she gave you the most sickeningly sweet smile she could produce.

Then before you had even registered she had moved Karai swung the same hand that had collected your spit and collided with your cheek in brutal precision. The resounding crack from her blow echoed within the spacious room and produced stars in your line of vision.

It took a minute for you vision to return completely but as it came back into focus an over sized gurney rolled in accompanied by eight large burly men, their sights set on the comatose brute lying at your feet. You tried again, twisting and turning but Leo held fast, they were going to take Raphael and do what they did to Leo.

“One down, two more to go.” Karai cooed to Leonardo brushing her fingers delicately over the scaled skin of his cheek. “Take her with you as an insurance policy. They will come willingly with just your presence alone but with her life in peril that will seal the deal. I don’t want any more delays. I want those other two captured within the hour, is that understood?”

“Yes mistress, I won’t disappoint you.” With a hard shove you stumbled to keep up with Leonardo’s long legs as he ushered you down the hallway away from the helpless body of Raphael.  You craned your neck just in time to see all eight of the men struggle to lift Raphael’s limp body up onto the gurney and began to wheel him from the scene.

This was all your fault, if you hadn’t went up on that roof you wouldn’t be in this predicament, Raphael wouldn’t currently be carted off to get his mind wiped and Donnie and Mikey wouldn’t be in big trouble.

Leo could sense your inner turmoil and chuckled as he drug you along, “All of this wouldn’t be possible if it wasn’t for you. Now Karai will have all of the experiments back in her possession.” His fingers dug viciously into the muscles of your biceps eliciting a yelp of pain.  

It didn’t take long to locate the other two terrapins; a ruckus had been reported in the central hub of the compound followed by an obscene amount of unmanly screaming. You could hear Mikey laughing in the background while the men hollered for back up through their coms.

Stopping abruptly Leo pressed your front to the wall and felt his plastron press into the back of you. After some shuffling behind you a cloth was forced between your teeth and tied tightly behind your head rendering you virtually voiceless. “We wouldn’t want you to spoil the fun, now would we.” Just as quick you were spun around to face the ex leader and grey eyes sized you up and down gripping the front of your pants with his green three fingered hand. “You look so good like this, bound, gagged and fear rolling off you in waves. It is intoxicating!”

You had to warn Don and Mike, you had to find them before Leo could get his hands on them. They didn’t know what had happened to him, they didn’t know he was working for Karai. Your knee came up swiftly intended for the soft parts between Leo’s legs but the ninjutsu master had anticipated the move and blocked the attack. “Uh uh uh, that’s not very nice; I’m going to need that for later. Someone needs to be taught some manners. Unfortunately, now is not the time, I have duties to fulfill.”  With a shove he started you walking again and his hands returned to you biceps gripping them with authority.

The small force that followed Leonardo prepared for the fight ahead loading their tranquilizer guns. Already you could hear the fight coming from just beyond the next bend and when you took the corner Donnie and Mikey came into view finishing off the last two soldiers.

With a final swing of Mikey’s nunchaku the last man fell and the two terrapins turned to face the new threat. Their once smug smiles contorted from shock, happiness to horror.

“Leo?” Donnie called hesitantly holding out his hand, “What’s going on? Where have you been?”  

Leo didn’t respond but slowly pulled a katana from its sheath.

Mikey watched in disbelief as his eldest brother slid the blade to your neck pushing it against your carotid, “Leo? Brah w-what are you doing?”

You watched the youngest of the four brothers tighten the grip on his weapons, unsure of the situation. Stepping closer to Donnie, the orange banded turtle narrowed his eyes on you watching the tears spilling from your eyes and knew something was definitely amiss.

A muffled gasp against the wet fabric edged between your teeth was heard when the blade of Leonardo’s katana tilted digging into your throat.

“Drop the weapons boys or this one gets a brand new smile.”

The crackle of electricity snapped in the empty space of the hallway as Donnie activated his weapon. “What did they do to you? This isn’t you Leo; you would never hurt Y/N.”

“Donatello is it?” Leo snarled next to you. “I heard you’re the smart one, so why don’t you live up to your name and put the weapons down so this can go smoothly and without any bloodshed?”

“Not gonna happen, let her go.”  

“Have it your way, if she means nothing to you, then she is no longer of use to us.” Leo took his eyes off of the two mutants several feet ahead and adjusted his grip on the hilt of his weapon and began to drag it over your flesh.

The pain was gradual as he added more and more pressure. His blade was so sharp you could have sworn you felt the metal separate your molecules one by one. Then the all too familiar warmth of blood began to pour from the severed flesh adding to the already coagulated layer coating your collar bone. You whined pitifully through your gag unable to hold back the urge to scream, it fucking hurt and the pain was enhanced by the notion your loved one was the one inflicting this pain.

As the blood seeped down your throat and your muffled cries reverberated off the walls of the confined space, Donnie and Mikey held their hands up, “Ok ok just stop!” Donnie reluctantly switched off his bo staff and threw it towards Leo. “Mikey.” Donnie’s voice was firm and Mikey hesitated for only a second eyeing his weapons before he obeyed tossing them along side Donnie’s bo.

When they were unarmed the solders raised their guns and fired upon the two brothers pumping them full of tranquilizers. You screamed as the two turtles grasped for the darts in vain and toppled over falling quickly into slumber. The sight of their bodies slowly stop twitching as the drug took hold broke your heart. Leo allowed you to kick free falling to your knees screaming as you watched Mikey’s blue eyes flutter close.

“Give her a dose.”

The sharp sting came next and the drugs swarmed your senses making you nauseous and light headed. The hallway spun and your body gave out falling to your back. His piercing grey eyes were the last thing you saw closing in as he reached down to collect you.

*****

The darkness gradually broke, filtering in light and sound as your brain awoke from your drug induced catnap. As you slowly came to you noticed something was off, you were cold and your mind started to realize you lacked the feeling of being clothed. Your wrists and legs were bound again but the weight of gravity pulling you down was missing. Then the sudden realization hit you like a freight train, you were on your back.

Your eyes snapped open and immediately sought your body finding the only remaining pieces of clothing you wore were your underwear and bra. Your arms were above you head and your legs spread wide tied at the corners of the table you were restrained too. Dread ripped through you and your heart started to race uncontrollably, nothing good could come of this.

The sound of metal clinking to your far left caught your attention momentarily distracting your from your current situation. Turning your head to meet the sound you tensed at the sight, there on the wall hung Raphael, Michelangelo and Donatello divested of their gear, shackled to the wall. Each one was still blissfully unaware of their dilemma still sunk deep into the void of unconsciousness.

“This is not good, this is not good.” You chanted to yourself tugging on your restraints. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“W-wha….where…..fuckin shell.”

Of course the brute woke up first, “Raph?”

“Y/N, what’s going on and why are you in just your fucking underwear?”

Now that you were no longer alone the gravity of the situation hit you and hit you hard. Your body started to tremble and your voice broke as you spoke, “R-raph, I’m scared.”

“I know honey; I won’t let anyone hurt ya. Can ya tell me what’s going on? Why was Leo holding you for Karai to filet?”

“They fucked him up Raph; as soon as they had him they shipped him to Japan first so we couldn’t find him and they made him believe we were all dead with some photo shopped bullshit. I saw it and if I didn’t know you were alive myself I would have believed them. They took pictures of us and put them together making it look like we had been slaughtered. She made me watch them Raph, watch the videos of them breaking him, beating him. And then they sent him to some doctor named Dr. Langston who did the rest. He’s not himself right now, he’s brain washed and they’re gonna do the same to the rest of you.”

“They ain’t gonna do shit to me, Donnie or Mikey and we’re gonna get Leo back. I promise you that!”

“Did anyone get the license plate of that bus?” Mikey’s groggy voice sounded in the small room.

The genius groaned softly adjusting himself in his shackles, “This was not part of the plan. Did anyone else put getting captured somewhere in the plan, cause I sure didn’t.” another shift of his large body and you heard the genius growl uncharacteristically. “Why do they have you practically naked?”  You had never heard him sound so angry, so……dangerous.

“Guys?” Mikey started, “I have a bad feeling about this, where did Leo go?”

Raphael quickly filed in his two brothers on what you had told him. With each revelation their mouths hung further open and the shock was enough to keep the two youngest quiet for a few moments and then Donnie’s voice filled the uncomfortable void of silence. “I need to find out how they altered his brain, was it chemical or physiological we have to get them to tell us how. I won’t be able to bring him back if we don’t.”

Just then the door swung open slamming hard against the wall startling all four of you. Lurking in the door way stood Karai dressed in a simple black dress hitting just above the knees and three inch black heels.

She ignored you on the table her eyes drinking in her three new trophies hanging from the wall. “I am so pleased. Look at you three, so unique, highly trained and exquisitely muscled power houses.” She left the doorway; her heals clicking against the cement floor as she approached Raphael first. “You, I am most excited about, of course after Leonardo that is. Leo was my first choice.”

“Where is he?! Where’s our brother?!” Donnie demanded trying to yank the metal shackles free of the wall with his heightened strength.

With arrogance etched in her features she ignored Donatello questions and looked up at the impressive mutant glaring daggers at her. Karai’s slender fingers skimmed over the top of his plastron and slid down tracing the long divots of his weathered plates. “I’ve experienced Leonardo’s sexual prowess, endured the decadent stretch as he filled me to the brim. His stamina leaves me a blubbering mess unable to move for at least an hour each and every time. But seeing the sheer size of you Raphael makes me dripping wet with anticipation. I can only imagine you’re larger than the rest of your brothers.” Her wandering fingers dipped below his waist band in search of something to grasp and when the red brute gasped wide eyed you knew the kunoichi had found what she was looking for.

“Stop.” Your voice was unsteady uncertain if the scene enfolding a few feet in front of you was actually happening.

Never had anyone else but himself touch that part of his body, not even Donnie, their family physician. Raphael couldn’t help close his eyes growling at the feeling of a woman’s hands wrap around his rapidly swelling girth.

The guttural sounds that emanated from his chest gave your body chills. Then the scent hit you, a musk that was unmistakably Raph.

“My god.” Karai’s voice was a trembling mess as she tuned to face the massive turtle further concentrating her whole self on the beast. From the movement under his pants it was apparent she was pumping Raph to full mass and from the sounds he was making he couldn’t help enjoy the unwanted attention.

“S-stop.” Raphael hissed as she worked him harder. He was trying to resist the overpowering pleasure of it  but being an alpha male having his first sexual experience he was having trouble making his treacherous body obey his commands. “Get your hands off m-me you fuck—fucking bitch. Oh fuck..”  

Karai leaned up on her tippy toes bringing her ruby red lips to the struggling turtle’s face, “Your lips may be saying ‘NO�� Raphael, but the impressive rod of flesh in my hand says otherwise.” A quick movement of her hand made Raphael yelp rocking his hips into her hands. “I simply cannot wait to have you inside of me fucking me, ruining me with this giant cock of yours.”

“Get your hands off of him!” you could see Raph’s eyes hooded with lust and the over powering aroma of his arousal was beginning to affect you.

Your scream seemed to break the spell surrounding Karai’s and her unwilling prey, her head snapped around glaring at you with hatred swirling in her green iris’s. Her anger quickly quelled and a smile replaced the frown which only petrified you more.

“Thank you my dear, you made me forget the order of things. You are alive for one reason right now and one reason alone. I must break them first before Dr. Langston can work on them. Then I can have them and you are a pivotal part of that plan. But I am finding it  a little hard not to sample to goods before I get to bring them home.” Freeing her hand from Raphael’s tented pants she leaned back up kissing his cheek leaving a ruby red print on his green skin. “I’ll be back for you in a little bit Raphael, but I want you to witness something first.”

Taking a shuttering breath Raph tried to regain his composer trying desperately to ignore his screaming cock begging for sweet contact again. “You keep your fucking hands off of her. If you hurt her I’ll make you a pin cushion with my sai!”  

“Such big words from someone who’s at my mercy Raphael and who said I was going to hurt her?” Karai crossed the room to you and her hands rose clapping. “I need all of your emotions out of whack for this to work.”

Then another large body entered the room and the space erupted into chaos as all three of the bound brothers called for their eldest brother. Their pleas went unheard as their ex leader crossed the room his attention trained in on the two woman in the room.

You didn’t hear the three brother’s words just muffled yells; the only thing you could concentrate on was Karai and Leonard stalking you from across the room.  Her fingers found the flesh of your thighs roaming up and down of your uncovered skin. The look in Leonardo’s eyes started the uncontrolled heat rushing to the apex of your thighs, it was animalistic and frightening like he was about to consume you whole.

Karai skirted Leo reaching your spread legs before he could, bending at the waist placing small tender kisses to your bare midriff. A wicked grin spread over her beautiful features as she edged lower to her intended prize. “Y/N have you ever had a threesome before while being watched?”

Part Five

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