#duct tape around the mouth before I leave the house

[sombreset]

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[urlonelystarrr]

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒓𝒚

ghostface x reader

GENRE → horror, smut.

SYNOPSIS → you're his killing partner. after nearly messing up while out on a nightly kill, ghostface decides that you're in need of a punishment.

TAGS/WARNINGS → dom! ghostface, creampie, rough sex, slapping, choking, degrading, manhandling, overstimulation, angry sex, no particular ghostface implied, spitting, oral!giving, fingering, knife play, mouth fucking, belt whipping, edging, kinda cnc

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you were on all fours, silently cleaning up the mess you had made. ghostface leaned against a wall, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched you clean. your head hung low in shame, as you wiped up the blood on the ground. he hadn't said a word, and you were fucking terrified.

you grabbed a mop, mopping up the floor in a quick hurry - eager to leave the victims house. the body was all taken care of for now, wrapped up like a present in garbage bags and duct tape. the sudden sound of wood creaking drew your attention over to him, as he took slow steps towards you. "why'd you hesitate?" his voice was deep, in control. he wasn't asking to know, he was demanding. "i don't- i don't know." why'd you say that? why couldn't you just tell him that you felt nervous that you had someone watching you? it seemed your mind had gone blank, the response you'd been thinking of suddenly vanishing into the tension filled room.

"you don't know?" he took a step closer, scoffing. you stopped mopping for a second, your hands holding onto the handle for dear life. "i just got...nervous while you were watching me." you looked at the floor, not being able to look at him. "aw, you got nervous?" he mocked you, before shoving you up against a wall. he held you by your throat, the mop dropping out of your hands and smacking against the floor. "if you can't handle me watching you kill someone, how the fuck am i supposed to trust you to do this on your own? am i your babysitter?" he sneered, his grip tightening momentarily. you shook your head, your hands coming up to hold his wrist. he slapped them away, pushing you into the wall harder. "you can't even handle me, how are you gonna face someone else who's bigger than you?" he looked you up and down, his tone dripping in disdain. "you can barely tell the difference between left and right." your brows furrowed, your frustration only growing at his words. "i killed him, didn't i?" you could sense it, the disapproval of your back talk. you didn't need to see his face to tell he was frowning. "you know damn well that's not what i'm talking about. i'm talking about how you couldn't handle your victim. if i wasn't there, he'd overpower you, and you'd be the one bleeding out. if i'm gonna have to save your ass everytime we go out and do this, im gonna take you out to the middle of nowhere and slit your throat open." he let go of your neck, leaving you gasping quietly for air. you held your own neck, the skin burning from his touch.

he walked away, moving to pick up the body on the floor. you watched as he effortlessly picked up the body, tossing it over his shoulder as if 195 weighed nothing. you swallowed, watching as he walked out the door. he paused in the doorway, turning around to look at you. "get a shovel and help me out. don't make me wait."

you were quick to move, following him outside and grabbing a shovel. he loaded the car, shoving the body inside the trunk while you placed the shovel in as well. the two of you drove in silence, and you sat in the passenger seat, anxiously waiting.

the moment you two were done, you could tell you were in a lot of trouble. judging by the way he slammed the trunk and doors - you knew you couldn't get out of this. he made you stay with him, as he couldn't risk having you out of his sight. you took off your mask, glancing over at him as he kept his on. he turned to you suddenly, titling his head. "the fuck are you looking at?" he took a few steps towards you, his presence looming and authoritative. he held your face hard, his fingers digging into your skin. your brows furrowed, and you winced from how hard he was being. "stop acting all innocent...like you almost didn't fuck up tonight. i could kill you, right fucking now, and nobody would know." he looked into your eyes, smirking under the mask as he saw them tear up. "aw, don't tell me you're gonna cry now because i yelled at you. you're so fuckin' sensitive," he rolled his eyes, letting go of your face.

"you wanna cry? fine, i'll give you a reason to." without warning, he grabbed you by your hair, dragging you to his room. you yelped as he threw you onto his bed, forcing you into laying flat on your stomach. before you could even get up, he was on top of you, his hand on your back, holding you down. "wha- what are you doing?!" your face was pressed into the mattress, your eyes squeezing shut as he held your head down. you couldn't see much, but you could hear the sound of him taking his belt off. you started squirming, but he placed his knee on the back of your legs, immediately stopping you. "don't you move." he warned, taking his belt and whipping your ass with it. the leather came down hard, making you grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white. you yelled, trying to move, but he only made it harder for you, using his body weight and strength to pin you down.

he leaned down, the belt still in hand. "i could do a lot worse to you, you know that right? the things i'd do to you, you might not even recover from." he chuckled darkly, slapping the back of your thighs with the belt. you still had your robe on, you didn't even have time to change. your body trembled from the pain, your skin stinging as you cried into the mattress silently, your fingers clutching the sheets. he noticed your whimpering, and slapped your ass with his hand. raising a brow in slight amusement, and something more when he felt your ass jiggle under his palm.

somehow, it hurt more than the belt. your body jolted, your cries becoming more apparent. he pulled your head back by your hair, leaning next to your ear. his body was on top of yours, and you could feel his crotch right against your ass as he straddled you from behind. "you're crying already?" he mocked sympathy, "you think i'll be less mean if you cry? what a baby. your tears mean nothing to me. cry all you want, it won't make me any less harder." you sniffled, wanting to wipe the tears from your eyes so badly. you didn't know what to say, but you figured it would be best if you stayed quiet.

the weight was lifted off of you, and you slowly rolled back over to sit up, thinking your punishment was over. oh, how wrong you were. you saw his belt laid next to you, and his robe was opened enough to reveal his black jeans unbuttoned and unzipped. you swallowed nervously as you looked at him stand there, his heavy footsteps making the wood on the floor creak under his weight. he stood in front of you, looking down at you, before slapping you across the face - hard. you held your cheek, your eyes watering from the impact. he spoke with disdain, crossing his arms as he looked down at you. he appeared bigger, taller, and stronger than you could ever be. "you look like a fuckin mess," he paused, looking at your face. "i didn't know you wore makeup - it's all runny," he spoke like he was disgusted. "though, i knew you always liked attention." his words made you angry, they made you want to bite back. but you knew where that'd get you. his thumb pressed against your bottom lip, and he forced his gloved finger inside your mouth, the pad of his finger pressing down on your tongue. he seemed pleased by how wet your mouth was, and he started to reach down to his pants. you swallowed, pleading for him. "oh my god, please don't," you whimpered. "why? you gonna cry again?" he taunted, pulling his pants down enough for you to see his black boxers. "i've heard people plead for me to not take their life, and somehow you sound more pathetic than they do," he said with amusement. he pulled out his hardened cock, just seeing you in pain and crying made him hard. this fucker- he was big. he didn't need for you to say it, he knew already. his pink tip tapped at your lips, and he forced you to open your mouth by stepping on your foot, making you gasp in pain.

he shoved his cock inside, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he felt his cock be engulfed by your mouth. he rocked gently, letting your tongue coat his cock in your saliva before commanding you to suck. "suck it. no wonder guys don't fuck you, you're terrible at this," he replied as you didn't move an inch, and you fought off the urge to bite. you decided to give in, as pleasing him would only make things better for you. slowly, you started to suck. he watched as you took your time, displeased with how slow you were, he rolled his eyes, growing bored. he pulled his cock out, grabbing your hair and forcing you to look up at him. "you gonna stop fucking around or do i need to smack the shit out of you again?"

his tone was threatening, making you swallow and take his cock back in your mouth. without using your hands, you slowly took it inch by inch, your tongue wrapping around the tip. you sucked on it generously, tracing his veins with your tongue. he tilted his head back, quietly panting. he groaned, looking down at you again, before taking your hair in a fist, and thrusting into your mouth. your eyes teared up from the pressure, looking up at him as he fucked your mouth relentlessly. his breathing was heavy, gasps shuddering as his cock grazed your tongue, the way your lips sucked on his tip made him crazy. it didn't take long for him to finish, for him to fill up your mouth with cum. "swallow it." he held you by your cheeks, fingertips burning into your skin. you obeyed, swallowing it.

he seemed impressed by how you didn't gag, but he wasn't gonna tell you that. you were slightly relieved when he pulled his pants back up, and when he left the room. you wiped your mouth, hating yourself for enjoying it.

you were confused, he hadn't said anything at all in the past hour. you got up from your room, leaving to take a shower. you stood underneath the water, deciding to pamper yourself after what happened. you shaved, used a body scrub, and your favorite body wash. you swore that you heard the door open, but you felt that it was just your paranoia of being in punishment that made you believe that.

you ended up finishing quickly, but you were quick to notice the missing thong from your pile of clothes. you exited the bathroom, going into your room to change. you felt that pampering yourself might make you feel less worse about this whole 'punishment.' you felt slightly disgusted, how many people did he do this do? you rubbed lotion on your arms and legs, jumping when the door handle started to move.

you were barely clothed, just a pair of grey shorts and a little black tank top. he entered your room, looking pissed off again. "you're a bitch, you know that?" he came closer. "making me feel like a fuckin' teenager in heat. you know how many bitches i fucked trying to get you off my mind?" you paused, completely taken aback.

"you're just some dumb bitch i've gotta babysit while we kill people together." his hand runs up your neck, the leather from his gloves caressing your soft skin. your brows furrowed, and you could tell he was smirking under the mask. "dumb girls like you don't even cross my mind a second time after i've came." you looked away, shame and embarrassment burning your cheeks after what had happened. you felt used - like some toy for him to get off on. "if you're feeling used, it's because you are. you fuckin' suck at killing," he paused, his hand sliding up the back of your neck - taking your hair and wrapping it around his hand, "maybe these hands are better for this." his unoccupied hand took your wrist, and he placed it on his crotch. you could feel him hardening under your palm, and you swallowed nervously.

he looked down at you, fighting the urge to smile at how pretty you were. "you're pretty when you cry," he chuckled darkly. "maybe I should make you cry more often, you look so good." you didn't know how to feel, he was being so cruel but so nice at the same time. you couldn't lie, you were eating up whatever compliments he gave - since they didn't come often.

but, his good mood disappeared as quick as it came, and before you know it you were shoved down onto your bed. his hands pinned your wrists down, and he was quick to straddle you. you fought against him, but it only ended up with you getting slapped. he didn't say a word, his hands already abandoning your wrists to travel up your top. you gasped softly as he gently pushed your top up, a finger tracing your abdomen. "look at you, barely fuckin' clothed. it's like you want my attention," he laughed cruelly. he reached behind him, pulling out his hunting knife. he dragged the tip up your stomach, the faintest mark appearing on the soft skin. he watched how your skin dented under the knife's weight, his lips pulling up into a twisted grin that nobody could see.

he ran it up your body, cutting your top open. the knife laid against your neck, and you swallowed thickly. you laid still, as if breathing would get you killed. his hand came down and squeezed your boob, and he leaned down next to your ear. "i usually don't give girls attention like this, but you're different." he sighed in frustration, "you gotta boyfriend?"

"no," you cleared your throat. "it wouldn't matter anyway, id kill him just to have you for myself." he chuckled, his hand running down your stomach to press against your clothed pussy. you jolted underneath his body, squirming slightly. "don't move, girl." you could tell he was looking you up and down, "i'm gonna make this pussy mine." you tried to move again, but he held you by your throat, his thumb digging into your neck. you gasped, and his hand went down your shorts. you shuddered when you felt his finger run down your pussy, his gloved fingertip sliding in between your lips. he watched your brows furrow, and your lips part slightly to let out soft gasps.

you didn't know how to feel. were you angry that he was treating you like this? speaking to you like you were below him? all of that faded as you felt his finger circle your clit. a sharp gasp exiting your mouth, your back slightly arching on its own. you felt him press you into the mattress, his strong arm holding you in place. "that's it, good girl." he murmured, watching as you moved your hips like some bitch in heat. he removed his finger, his hand disappearing under his mask as he tasted you on his fingers. you opened your eyes and looked at him as he tasted you. you couldn't tell what he was thinking.

his legs were spread as he straddled you, but he got off of you, and stood by the edge of your bed. he yanked you to the edge by your ankles, until your lower half slightly tipped over the edge. he pushed your legs up to your chest, a hand under your knees as he traced your clothed pussy with his finger. his breathing had become heavier, and he practically tore your shorts off you. he moved his mask slightly, just to spit in your mouth. he forced it open, dragging his ring and middle finger along your tongue. when he pulled your thong to the side, his eyes glimmered in amusement at how wet you were already. "didn't even need to use spit," he chuckled. "suck it off." his fingers returned to your mouth, and you sucked his spit off of them.

he couldn't wait, he was hard the moment he stepped into your room, and saw how your shorts hugged the fat of your ass. he pressed himself against your wet pussy. the front of his jeans were dampened, and he groaned feeling you pressed against him. in a quick motion, he unbuttoned his jeans. "spread that pussy for me," he ordered. your hands came around your thighs, spreading open your pussy for him. he ran a finger in between your folds, your mouth parting to let out soft pants. he circled your clit slowly, before teasing your hole with the tip of his finger. he leaned down, his ring finger poking at your hole while his thumb caressed your clit. "you're dripping," he sneered. he felt pride knowing you were so wet because of him, and something darker gleamed in his eyes as he heard your soft whines and the sounds of you sucking in a breath. he slowly sunk his ring and middle finger in your hole, watching as you tipped your head back. a soft whine left your mouth, and he picked up his pace seeing your reaction. "come on," he encouraged, "show me how good this pussy is." upon hearing that, your pussy clamped around his fingers, and he looked at you with amusement.

he curled his fingers, making you arch your back. his pace quickened on your clit, and you swore you were going to cum, when he suddenly pulled out. you opened your eyes, shocked to see him laughing. "oh baby, you're not gonna get to cum so quickly." he stood up to his full height, taking his pants off and pulling them down. he pulled out his cock, rubbing the tip in between your folds. you looked at him, brows furrowed as he teased you. "you're still being punished, remember?" he taunted, leaning down to choke you again. you held onto his wrist, and this time he let you. "please," you whined. "please what?" he tilted his head, looking down at you.

"please, put it in. i-i can't.." you squirmed, trying to gain some friction. but instead, he pushed your hips down into the mattress, his voice quickly turning menacing. "stop moving, girl." he warned, his cock resting heavy on your pussy. he tapped his tip against your clit, rubbing it up and down before teasing the tip in. your painted toes curled with anticipation, as you let out a soft gasp as he stuck it in. but he quickly pulled out, leaving you with an empty feeling. just as you were about to protest, he stuck it in quickly, instantly filling you up. you let out a groan, your back arching again as he stood still. "relax, i haven't even done anything yet." he said with contempt, but it was amusing how turned on you were by this. "do you not get dick often? that would explain it," he smirked, loving the look of frustration on your face.

he started to rock his hips, fucking you at a painfully slow pace. but you knew not to disobey, even though you just wanted to move against him. he held open your legs, watching as his cock disappeared inside your pussy, how you sucked him in so fucking good that his eyes rolled back. your breathing was shaky as you tried to handle his slow pace, and to make it worse he added a finger to your clit, rubbing it in all the right places. he loved how your mouth hung slightly open, your brows furrowing as you looked as his cock inside you. your eyes trailed over his body, the distinct v line fading into the carved muscles of his upper half. he noticed you looking, and lifted his robe up to expose more of his stomach, while rolling his hips into yours.

a sharp gasp left your throat, as he started to pick up his pace. he pounded into you harder, yet his pace was still slow. he enjoyed watching you nearly cum all over his cock, and pulled out just before as you were about to. "do you wanna cum?" he taunted, leaning next to your ear while he pounded into you. you couldn't help the gasps and moans that left your mouth, "yes, please let me cum, please.." you begged, your legs sore from holding them up for so long. he suddenly pulled out again, forcing you onto your hands and knees. "I'll make you scream, baby. " he pulled your hips towards him, slapping your ass until it left a mark. he stuck his cock back in, pulling it back out and watching as your hole stayed in the same shape he stretched it. "I'm gonna make this pussy cum," he groaned, fucking into you sloppily. his abdomen was pressed into the fat of your ass, and you could hear the heavy breaths that left his mouth as he pounded into your pussy. his fingers returned to your clit, sloppily rubbing it until your pussy was clenching around his cock.

"be a good girl n' cum for me, show me how much you like this dick bitch." your knuckles were gripping the sheets, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back as he fucked you into oblivion, the side of your face pressed into the mattress as he buried his cock deep inside you, his fingers rubbing at your clit until you were a moaning mess. you swore you've never came so fucking hard - after nearly three times of him almost coaxing it out of you. "oh my god," you tried to move away, a scream leaving your throat as you felt him fuck you past your orgasm. you could feel him filling up your pussy with his cum, and he let out a deep groan, leaning against your body for support. your body collapsed, as you let out heavy pants. your eyes opened in shock when you felt yourself being lifted up, and he slammed you into the nearest wall, pounding into your pussy as if the two of your bodies weren't aching.

you couldn't remember how many times you came. he ran a finger up your pussy, practically fucking his own cum out of you. he pulled out his cum coated cock, and stuck it in your mouth. you licked him up, savoring the taste of him. "you freak bitch," he chuckled darkly, holding the side of your face. you sat on the edge of your bed, putting your clothes on while he pulled his pants up and left. you figured that he'd be the type to do that, and you decided it was time for another shower. but you could only imagine the surprise when you came back to your room, and saw him laying in the bed. he pat the space next to him, and as soon as you laid down he pulled you close to him.

"sleep with me," he moved up his mask slightly to kiss your neck (which you couldn't see since you were the little spoon.) you hummed in acknowledgement, laying comfortably in his strong arms. his fingers caressed the soft curve on your side, prompting you to fall asleep.

after that encounter, things had gotten strange. the girls that he'd fucked before you went missing. that or they were brutally murdered. when he heard shuffling around in the kitchen, he rose from his bed with a hunting knife tucked into his pants. "what the fuck?" he muttered, seeing you bloodied. "killing spree?" he let go of his knife, leaning against the wall. you came up to him, lifting up the bottom of his mask just enough where his neck was exposed. you started to kiss the skin, sucking on all the right spots. his hand rested on the small of your back, unsure of what caused the sudden affection - not that he was complaining. then you said something that made him shudder, "this dick belongs to me." oh fuck, he was losing his control. your hand ran down his stomach and groped his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him. "I don't belong to anyone," he panted, knowing you'd get angry. "tell that to them." you looked into his eyes, and his face fell as he connected the dots. but he wasn't afraid of what you were capable of - in fact, he found his perfect match.

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authors note: since halloween is coming, I decided I should throw in another ghostface fic cause he's so fucking hot likeee...

[ghostie-luvs]

Yandere! Rent-a-boyfriend!(Part 2) <3

part one!

300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!

  TW: stalking, kidnapping (not towards reader)

    *ੈ✩‧���˚ who managed to leave from his company of which he was rented of just to stay with you. He could never imagine trying to date someone else, that’d be cheating! He even managed to get you to agree to let him stay with you! My, he was so elated when you agreed.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who begged you to be his partner, for the both of you to be official, not just some past time for which you tried to get over your ex for, but really be together.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who smiled brightly when you agreed, going to wrap you up in his arms, hugging you tightly as he pressed kisses all over your face, muttering about how much he loved you, and that he’d never leave you. Especially now that you had let him stayed.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ who learned more about you, and even your ex, since he’d always be there for you when you suddenly needed to let things out and more. He hates seeing you hurt and in pain. He even deleted all your pictures of your ex just to help you out! My, he’s so helpful, isn’t he such a good boyfriend? He absolutely hates your ex for hurting you, I mean, how could they? You’re an angel, and he’ll show you just what it means to be safe and loved.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who began to leave the house more often, since you were always busy and offered to run errands if you ever needed it.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, one day, when you asked him to go shopping, decided he had enough time to well, visit someone. He had went shopping first, buying everything that you needed for meals that you two would cook together, which had become tradition now. He even bought a treat or two, just to show how much he really appreciated you, something sweet or salty, both really, just to please you if you didn’t like the other.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who pulled up his car to a certain person’s house, where did he get the information? Who knows! maybe every time he leaves for errands, he always has extra time to, well, follow someone. But he stepped into the house, finding his target, catching them by surprise as he immobilized the person, and him soon even knocking them out.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who discreetly was able to lay the person in his passenger seat, not one person knowing-or at least he hopes-as he gets in his car and drives. He drives to his own house, and as he arrives, he carries the unconscious person inside, even bringing them down to the basement as he ties them up to a chair.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who waits for the person to wake up, and only smiles as he duct tapes his mouth as to not make any sound. He leaves the person confused and desperate to get out, the sound of the basement door clicking shut and locked.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who, days later, is cuddling with you on the couch, after he had begged for you to sit down at least and let him cuddle you of course, his head nuzzling into your neck, when you’re watching the news, and working on something important as the announcer on your screen suddenly talks about a missing person.

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who pays no mind to the announcer, but raises his head as he hears you gasp, his brows furrowing and a frown resting on his lips as he looks to the screen and only feigned ignorance, looking at you, “isn’t that..your ex?”

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who begins to comfort you as you only nod to his question, wrapping his arms around you as he nuzzles his nose into your neck once more. “It’s alright, love, you have me now, no need to worry about them.”

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ who feels you tense up at his words, his words leaving an unsettling feeling in your stomach before he kisses you, making all your worries wash away. After all, how could he ever do anything wrong? He always makes you feel so loved and safe. Isn’t that right?

      *ੈ✩‧₊˚ You’re his, and he’s yours. That’s the way it should be. Now no one, can hurt you, darling.

A/N: A lot of you seemed to love him so I decided on a part two for him for my special (though I feel like this is short, m so sorry! :( ),, and thank you so much for 300 followers, it makes me so happy !! <3 But I do hope you all love this work (but it’s okay if you don’t,, any constructive criticism is welcomed) and know that he’s still a little silly guy just wanting your attention, kay , darling? (Aha) :) Neways,, reblogs are appreciated as usual and I love you all <3

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[aboutcustardcreams]

Wake up call

pt. 1

a/n: I'm not going to follow the series episode by episode, as I already mentioned. This story will focus primarily on the three witches' story, so I'll probably jump forward and back in time at my own discretion from now on. If you're curious about something in particular, feel free to tell me in the comments. Would you prefer that I go back or forward from now on? (also, sorry for eventual typos or mistakes).

pt. 2

Agatha looked as surprised as you for a moment. The boy was on his knees, squirming uncomfortably at the rope around his wrists and ankles. He said something, his voice sounded muffled through the duct tape.

“Oh, uhm.. well, I may have accidentally kidnapped him.” 

You blinked in disbelief, “How can you accidentally kidnap someone?”

The kid muttered something else you couldn’t quite comprehend. You thought it was his way to agree with you, so you grinned, whereas Agatha groaned in annoyance. As the boy persisted, you realized what he really wanted from you. 

“Oh–”, you mouthed a quick apology, lips stretching in an awkward smile as you took the tape off his mouth with a quick puck. He winced, but then muttered a ‘thanks’ to you. Had he been locked in there the whole night? Instead of that, you asked a different question, “you alright?”, twirling your finger, you made him turn around to untie the rope around his wrists and ankles. 

He sighed and gave you a grateful smile once free, “much better.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line, not really sure about what else was to say, despite having tons of questions. There couldn’t be a moment worse than this to have to deal with a kid. 

“Agatha, love, care to explain?” 

Your lover paid no attention, or rather she feigned to be distracted doing practically nothing more than walking up and down the house, as she mentally freaked out due to the last events. 

“There’s nothing to explain–”, she waved dismissively, “For all I care he can keep the house.” 

The boy frowned and quite frankly so did you. You walked up to her, confusion written all over your features, “Agatha, what in heaven are you talking about?” 

The boy followed behind in silence.

When she suddenly spun around, Agatha was so close, you almost stumbled backwards. “Did you listen to Rio’s words or not?” There was a hint of frustration in her tone, quite relatable in fact, and yet...

Your head lolled to the side, “so your plan is to leave?”

“Glad you’re catching up," she grinned cheekily. 

With no magic at her disposal, she had no intention of facing the Salem Seven, and even less letting you anywhere near them to save her life. So running was the best and only option she could think of at the moment; that hopefully would give her enough time to figure out a way to restore her magic and be a witch again.

You ran a hand through your hair, eyes glancing only briefly over the boy, who gave you a tight smile in return. A part of you wondered what he was doing still there. Didn't he have places to be, like school or whatever? 

Before Agatha could walk from you again, you reached out to grab her wrist, “So, this is what we will do,” you started, silently enjoying the whiny sound slipping from her lips, “we sit down, talk it out like mature adults, and you–” pointing a finger at the boy, “you’re gonna tell me why you broke into our house in the first place.”

“Uhm.. yeah, I..”

“We don’t have time for this!” Agatha exclaimed, “Need I remind you there’s a price on our heads?” 

A playful smirk tugged at your lips and unable to resist teasing her, you quipped, “technically it’s on yours. I only happen to be in your shit as per usual.” 

The boy let out a quiet chuckle, that you were about to reciprocate hadn't it been for Agatha’s hand flapping at the nape of your neck, “Oof!" you whined. 

Amusement glimmered in her eyes, “You had it coming,” she retorted. Then she glanced over the boy, with a grimace. “Not to be rude or anything, but we’ve got a lot on our plate so if you could just–” She pointed to where the front door used to be, her confidence dimming slightly, “this house is a complete disaster.”

She looked so annoyed right now, tired and scared even, but the latter she would never admit. Completely forgetting about the boy, you focused on Agatha and placed a hand over the small of her back, “it’s not so bad…” you trailed off, resting your chin on her shoulder. She knew you weren't only referring to the conditions of the house. Her eyes fell shut for a moment, her features relaxed when you started stroking her skin, lips barely brushing against a soft spot behind her ear, “we have an excuse to redecorate now.”

Despite everything, Agatha let out a small chuckle. She turned around and draped an arm around your waist. With everything that happened in such a short time, she hadn’t given herself a moment to truly cherish the fact that you were back—the real you. Sure, even without your memories, you stood by Agatha’s side all those years, but having you here now, like in the old days, felt different. It was different. Her eyes darted from your face to your collarbone, nose scrunching up at the sight of the nasty bluish bruise— a reminder of Rio’s hands on you. Her hand glided up to your face, tracing your jawline before slowly moving down to your collarbone, fingers barely grazing your skin, mindful that it was still tender and possibly sore. 

“Are you–?” 

Your eyes softened at the hesitation in her voice, “you shouldn’t worry about that.”

“I always worry about what matters," she argued back. 

"Sappy," you teased.

With an eye roll, she smirked, "brat."

When her eyes darted towards the boy once again, she let out an incredulous scoff, “you better have a darn good reason to still be dangling here.” 

Color drained from his face. Quite frankly, Agatha could be intimidating when she tried. Even when she didn't. “I-I do!” He cleared his throat. “I want to walk the Witches' Road. It’s the only reason why I broke in here really and–” he was talking so fast, for a moment you thought your mind had tricked you. There was no way he said the words ‘witches’ and ‘road’ in the same sentence. 

Agatha's eyes snapped wide open, “what’s that you say?”

“The Witches’ Road,” he repeated, slower and firmly. It hit you hard. You couldn't help it. “I want you to take me there,” his eyes softened and so did his voice as he added, “please.”

Agatha tried to meet your eyes then, but you had your gaze dropped to the floor. 

“The Witches’ Road doesn’t exist.”

“You’re lying,” he argued. 

Agatha scoffed bitterly, “am I?”, voice rising in exasperation. 

When you slowly lifted your chin towards the boy, you squint your eyes so much as if you were troubled by a sudden headache, “You’re asking for a death wish here.” 

Agatha agreed, “quite literally.” 

The boy looked crestfallen, but he didn’t back down, “You only say that because you think I’m inexperienced, which is fair. I am. But I can make it to the end-” 

Your lips pursed in a grimace as you tried to make sense of everything that was happening. First Rio, then the Salem Seven on your heels, and now this boy who had no idea what he was asking for.

“Look, I love your confidence– but the Road is no place for a kid.”

Agatha sank into the couch in the lounge, curling a finger at you in invitation. Smiling, you obliged, perching yourself on the armrest beside her. You were close enough that her hand could slip to rest on your thigh, her fingers tracing soft, lazy patterns over the fabric of your pants. The gentle rhythm of her touch soothed you, and you allowed yourself to calm your nerves, focusing on her proximity and nothing else. 

“I’m sixteen,” he objected, taking a seat onto the chair across from you. 

“Oh, why didn’t you say that before? That changes… nothing.”

You had to stifle a laugh at her sarcastic remark. 

He gave a dramatic eye roll. “Come on! You walked it before and survived!” 

Your brows knit in a frown. Just how much did that boy actually understand about you and Agatha? Or rather, how much did he think he understood? No one truly knew what it had been like for the two of you back in the eighteenth century. People clung to their own assumptions, and you let them—after all, the real truth was far too painful to share. Not a single soul knew the true story behind the reputation Agatha had built, nor the reasons why so many had to die in the first place. 

Agatha’s hand stilled on your thigh, “I had a very good reason to stay alive, plus I’m exceptional.”

It wasn’t a lie, not completely at least. 

The boy’s eyes shifted from Agatha’s to yours. You felt as if he knew what Agatha was talking about you. You saw something, a glimpse of understanding in those eyes that somehow unsettled you. If Agatha was known as ‘witch killer’ for all the wrong reasons, your reputation also preceded you, but you struggled to say the words. 

“I read an egregious amount about you two. I’ve been obsessed since I first came up with your Salem days… the way you two met, and oh my God- don’t get me started on your magic skills.”

So you and Agatha had a little fan. 

Agatha’s interest rose considerably. She grinned, “cute. Isn't he a cute pet?” 

“Honestly, I’m not sure whether to be flattered or freaked out by all this interest,” you mused.

The boy completely ignored the fact that Agatha just called him pet. “Sorry, I just– you’re a necromancer witch!” He was now struggling to keep a posed tone of voice, and you found yourself scratching the back of your head, not really used to being praised by your gift/curse. Quite the opposite in fact. “Guilty as charged,” you quipped.

Agatha’s hand moved towards your knee, thumb brushing in a soothing circle there. You smiled inwardly at the gesture.

“Books say witches your kind are so rare, powerful and–”

“harrowed, banished, burned at the stake?” You cut him off in a sing-song tone. 

Agatha snorted, “you name it.”

She knew better than anyone what it felt like to be brushed aside. It was one of the reasons why she could bond with you so easily and so quickly. You understood her before she could even attempt to comprehend the complexity about herself and her power. 

Teen blinked confusedly, “I was gonna say interesting.”

You clasped your hands together and took a deep breath. “Look, we appreciate your enthusiasm. You seem like a really smart boy, and I’m sure you’re destined for great things, but we can’t help you, not with that-” 

“But I saved Agatha from the spell…” his smile turned into a frown and his features dimmed  as a consequence, “I’d have come to you too if she hadn’t locked me up in the closet. But w-wait,” he suddenly came to a halt, eyebrows knitting in a frown as a new question popped up in his mind. “How did you wake up from the hex?”

Agatha knew, but said nothing, leaving the explanations to you.

“It’s hard to explain–” Being a necromancer allowed you to have all sorts of… vibes. Plus your soul was connected to Agatha’s and her life being threatened by something– or rather someone you knew quite well worked as a wake up bell for you, “it’s like a sixth sense, but better. I can always feel when Agatha needs me. I got a pull into reality the moment Rio broke into the house with the purpose of harming her. I felt her aura. She and I– let’s just say our magic works like opposite poles of a magnet.”

Agatha’s features hardened a bit, as she nibbled on the inside of her cheek out of nervousness. Your magic being complementary to Rio’s had caused you more problems than anything else. She almost lost you to her, and that’s something she would probably never forget. 

The boy hummed in thought. He was clearly intrigued by your magic and took a mental note to ask you more questions at the first next opportunity, considering he left his notebook in the car.

“And who’s Rio? I didn’t hear much but– there seemed to be a history–”

“Trouble.”

“A bitch.”

Both you and Agatha said in unison. 

“We don’t really need to talk about her now…” you kept vague, hoping he would catch the silent message passing through your eyes. Talking about her was never easy, not when your feelings for her were so tangled and conflicting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t love her anymore, cause you still did. And Agatha... well, she probably did too, however, she would never admit it, not to you and even less to herself. The past clung like a shadow, and neither of you could ever truly forget. The ache of Rio's choices lingered, buried deep, a silent reminder of what your bond once was and could never be again. 

He pressed his lips together and gave you a slow nod of his head in return. 

“I’m curious,” she smacked her lips, your head turned towards her, as she continued, “If you’ve got the goods to break a spell cast by the Scarlet Witch, why do you need the Road?”

Your eyes widened in shock. Was she really considering this?

“The Road promises that what you’re looking for awaits at its end. I need to walk the road so I can figure out the extent of my power..” he explained and she hummed, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Don’t you need power yourself?”

Agatha’s back stiffened, “I most certainly do, yes.”

“She doesn’t need to walk the Witches' Road for that,” you pointed out, glancing at the purple witch with the corner of your eyes. 

The boy was confused. Without giving him too much information, you simply told him that you could share your magic. And, in a way, it was true. A more accurate version would have been explaining that Agatha could kill a witch by absorbing all her power, leaving nothing behind but dust. But that was far too dramatic, plus you were still one hundred percent sure she couldn’t and wouldn’t harm you in any way.

She let out a long, exhausted sigh at your insistence, “For the umpteenth time, I’m not taking your magic–” 

“Ugh!" You groaned. "Aggs, Rio warned us–”

“She mentioned the Salem Seven, didn’t she?” The boy cut you off. “I’m sorry but y-you’ve got zero chances against them without magic, Agatha.” 

She shot him an icy glare, “Thank you for stating the obvious.”

Your lips trembled a bit, as you struggled to hold back an amused grin.

“I’m just trying to understand which alternatives you have,” he muttered defensively. 

Agatha opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Nothing that she could use to hush both you and the kid. 

“He’s got a point, you know. You need my magic, like right now.” 

Once again, she ignored you. “Or maybe, we need to walk the Witches' Road one last time.”

The boy’s mouth parted ajar, “Really?”

“Really?” You echoed in a squeak. 

She simply nodded her head, giving you an innocent smile that only fueled your incredulity. You let out a quiet, bitter chuckle right after, at the same time shaking your head in disbelief. 

“Agatha, sweetheart, a word?” 

You held out your hand for her to take, and just like she did a moment ago, you forced a serene, tranquil smile—one that didn’t quite reach your eyes but would have fooled anyone who didn’t know you better. She took your hand, her fingers curling around yours as she let you lead her toward the kitchen. Once you were far enough from the boy to speak more privately, you locked eyes with Agatha. Your face was practically shouting, ‘What the hell?!’ —a silent message that she heard loud and clear, without a single word spoken.

“The Road doesn’t exist! What’s your plan?” 

“We are the only ones aware of that,” she stated matter of factly as if that could be used as a great advantage. “Teen is right, without my magic, I can’t defend myself against the Salem Seven, I can’t protect myself or you.” 

If this wasn’t handled carefully, it could spiral into something much worse. You knew, better than anyone, how deeply it hurt Agatha to feel powerless, especially when it came to protecting those she loved. She had faced this agony with Nicky, and now, here she was again, reliving the same fear, this time, for you. Her own life, in that moment, felt like nothing compared to yours. Because without you in it, there was no existence worth living for her. 

“You could,” you insisted, in a low, almost pleading tone. “if only you took my power–” It was so easy.

“I’m not willing to take any risks with you,” she stepped into your bubble, her hands tightening around your shoulders, in a possessive and yet still attentive way. She wanted you to understand. She needed you to be on her side on this. “I need to make sure I've got control over my thirst first. It's been so long since the last time I did that so I'm sorry but you’ll not be the lab rat for it.”

“Are you really thinking of using the boy?” 

Agatha’s mouth dropped open, “Oh no, my God- no! I’m not talking about Teen, you idiot!” 

You crossed your arms over your chest and gave her a defiant look.

She gave in after a bunch of seconds, “Okay, maybe I did think of him for a minute. He did break the Scarlet Witch’s hex, though." 

You pinched the bridge of your nose at that.

“But we still need to ‘walk’ the Witches Road, except that this time, we aren’t killing anyone,” you’re ready to argue back again, but she didn’t let you, so you bit your bottom lip instead, trying really trying to find the silver lining at the end of this plan. “Here’s what we will do: we gather a coven, make some female friends, sing the Ballad, it doesn’t work, wowie-!, I call them names, they get angry and blast me. I take their magic and stop right before they turn into dust.”

She paused and took into your eyes, letting you assimilate her words, hopeful you’d find her idea good enough, because there was really no time for anything else. 

“So, to recap—,” you cleared your throat, “you’re willing to lie to that kid, to the poor witches we’ll meet along the way, witches who’ll eventually turn against us once they learn our intentions, but you’re not willing to take my magic that’s literally within arm’s length because you’re scared you’ll kill me.” 

She hummed, feeling quite satisfied with your summary, “yep.”

A slow smirk spread across your lips, “You’re crazy.”

“Maybe," she conceded. "But this plan’s gonna work.” Agatha shifted closer, her hands sliding to your hips, her fingers pressing into your skin with a slight possessive touch. 

Your gaze fell to where her hands rested and for a moment, there was silence. 

Time ticked. She waited. 

“Fine. Oh my God- fine–” 

Before you could say anything else, she pulled you into a crashing hug. Your pout quickly turned into an amused smile, and finally into a fit of giggles when her lips began peppering kisses all over your face. 

“Atta girl!” She said with a proud grin, to which you responded with a snort. 

You’d be pissed, though, if by the end of the day, you’d be forced to resurrect a bunch of witches. But you kept quiet about that.

[oreolemur]

JJK Men Reacting To You Running Away

❤Satoru Gojo❤

“Honey! I’m home”. Satoru walked into his apartment looking for you. “Baby?”. He searched the house, wondering where you could be hiding. “A game of hide and seek, huh? You’re so funny, darling”. He would continue searching, but once he realized you weren’t in the house, he started to suspect that you might’ve run away. Gojo walked over to his patio, noticing that he left it unlocked by mistake. His backyard was filled with trees, making it easy for you to escape. The man went out, beginning his hunt. By now you were halfway through the forest. Ahead of you, you saw a path leading to the road. “Yes”, you exclaimed, running faster. But before you could reach it, Satoru appeared in front of you. “That was a good game”, he approached you, grabbing hold of your arm. “Let’s go home”, he said, teleporting back to his house. “Don’t you feel bad?”, he asked, tying you to his bed. He removed the duct tape from your mouth, allowing you to speak. “I hate you!”, you shouted. Satoru smiled, putting the tape back over your mouth. “Aww, I love you too”.

❤Yuji Itadori❤

The moment he notices you weren’t home, he would freak out. “Darling!?”, he called out, but there was no answer. He thinks something bad might’ve happened to you. Yuji would tear his whole apartment apart, desperate to find you. “Come on, don't do this to me, please”. Tears would rush down his face. Where could his lover have gone? He went into the bathroom, seeing that the window had been broken. That only made his anxiety worse. Once he peeked out, he saw something move in the bushes. “That has to be her”. Yuji quickly ran out. He looked through the bushes, finding a piece that was torn from your shirt. “Is this blood?”. His heart was beating fast. He had to find you. The man searched throughout the forest, soon finding you hiding in a cave. “There you are”, he was relieved. He tried to wrap his arms around you, but you moved away. “D-don’t touch me”, you said. Yuji looked at you with sad eyes. Your clothes were a mess and you had cuts on your arm from jumping out of the window. “Darling don’t be like that”, he said, inching closer to you. You moved away some more, your back hitting the cave’s wall. You tried to get up and run away, but Yuji tackled you, pinning your body to the ground. The two of you fought for dominance, but once he pulled out his taser, it was over for you. You passed out, leaving yourself at his mercy. “I’ll make sure you never leave me again”. 

❤Megumi Fushiguro❤

He wasn’t surprised that you had run away. He expected it. Megumi pulled out his phone, looking at the tracker’s directions. “This is why I put a tracking device in your necklace”. He saw that you were near a police station. “Shit!”. He left his house, hopping into his car. He drove 5 blocks down, parking his car a few feet away from the station. Once he saw you, he got out, following behind you. You were just a few steps away to getting help. “I can finally put that bastard behind bars”, you said. Little did you know, Megumi was right behind you. He pulled out his gun, pressing it into your back. “Get in the car”, he whispered into your ear. You were shocked. “H-How did you find me?”.  You heard the gun click. “Don’t worry about it. Now get in the car”. Megumi guided you to his vehicle. You got in, feeling a sense of doom. “I was so close”. He took you back to his house, forcefully pulling you out of the car. “Let me go!”. You tried to get away, but Megumi was too strong. He dragged you down the hallway, shoving you into that one you always hated. “N-no, I don’t want to be in here”, you whined. He ignored you, locking you inside. You frantically banged on the door, pleading for him to listen. “You’ll stay there until you learn how to accept your new life!”. 

❤Kento Nanami❤

You picked the worst time to run away. Nanami was just getting off from work. He had to do overtime. He hated that. Once, he saw that you weren’t sitting at the dinner table eating, he knew that you had run away. The man had trained you to stay on schedule, so he wasn’t too happy that you decided to mess everything up. “Seems like the only thing I’m doing today is work”. He sat in the living room, opening his laptop to check the cameras he placed around his house. “She left at 7”, he muttered. Nanami usually got home around 7:20, so he knew you weren’t too far away from the premises. He sighed, getting up from the couch as he made his way to the front door. The man followed some apparent footsteps you left behind. It only took about 10 minutes to search. He found you lying in a nearby pond. You had tripped and hit your head on a rock. “At least you’re not bleeding”. Nanami picked you up, taking you back to where you belong. “I have a special punishment for you when you wake up”. 

❤Geto Suguru❤

He would be in the kitchen cooking for the both of you. “Y/n! Come downstairs bunny dinner is almost ready”. Fixing yours and his plate, he set the table. “Why hasn’t she come yet?”. On his way upstairs, he heard glass breaking. “Fuck!”. He ran towards his bedroom, seeing you trying to get out the window. “Y/n!”, he shouted. You were halfway out, before Geto grabbed onto your waist, pulling you back inside. The glass cut through your dress, slicing your thigh. You screamed, “Let me go”. He threw you on the bed, pinning your arms above your head. “Stop fighting. Your dinner is going to get cold”. He looked at the blood on your clothes, sighing. “You ruined your new dress. You know how much I spend to make you look pretty?”. He got off you, grabbing your arms as he dragged you into the bathroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up”. He wiped the blood clean off you, stitching up your wound. Once he was finished, he brought you downstairs, forcing you to sit at the table. “You’re lucky the food is still warm. Now eat”. He walked away, hearing you spit on the food. Geto turned around, smiling. “What did you just do?”, he asked. You threw the plate on the floor, breaking it. “I’m not eating this shit!”, you yelled. In a fit of rage, the man slapped you. He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t make me have to punish you”.

❤Sukuna Ryomen❤

Sukuna wouldn’t care about searching for you. He would simply sit in his living room, waiting for you to come back. “She knows better than to leave me”, he chuckled. And he was right, you were only gone for a few hours. He heard a knock at his door, knowing it was you. Once he opened the door, he was met with tears. “I-I’m sorry for leaving I-”. He cut you off by hitting you in the face. “Don’t you know how worried I was about you!”, he said. Sukuna always manipulated you into thinking he actually cared about you. He grabbed your arm, dragging you inside. He forced you to bend over his lap. He squeezes your ass hard, before lifting up your skirt, exposing your bare cheeks. The curse never allowed you to wear panties. “Start counting!”, he demanded. Sukuna slapped your ass hard, causing you to whimper. “Count!”. Through painful sobs, you began to count. “1-1”. He hit you again, leaving a handprint. “2”. Your ass was starting to sting. “3”. Sukuna kept spanking you over and over again until you started shaking. Once he was done, he lifted you up, making you sit on his lap. “You’re so stupid for thinking you could actually get away from me”, he grabbed hold of your neck, tilting it to expose your sweet skin. “I-I’m sorry”, you sobbed. He chuckled into your ear. “You will be soon”.

[kaisers-house-of-desires]

I decided to write a little something that was a little...self indulgent~

Should you want more of my own personal desires in your writing, just request the House Special in your message~

Title: Mostro’s New Toy

Characters: Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, m!Reader

Contains: dark themes(dubcon, kidnapping), contractual agreement, bondage, blindfolds, mouth covering/gag, free use kink

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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It had been a week since your end of the bargain was fulfilled. Though you had no magic for payment, Azul had stated he would figure something out and not to worry about it, so after meeting your end of the deal, you were starting to get fidgety when a week had passed and yet nothing had happened yet.

You were rushing to your next class, cursing yourself for being late because of Grim’s antics and for looking away from him for a moment. You started to cut across the courtyard when an arm grabbed you from the bushes. You were about to scream for help when a white gloved hand silenced you. More specifically, it was the duct tape under the hand that kept you quiet, allowing your attacker to hold you firmly in two arms.

“Eaaasy, Shrimpy. No need to get loud~”

The nickname and voice was more than enough to at least solve the question of who was doing this. You muffled out his name, any struggling soon subsiding knowing you weren’t in any actual danger.

Though you couldn’t see, Floyd was giving a dopey grin. “Just here collecting some debt. Azul’s order’s. Time to pay up~”

Retrieving a bottle from his pocket, he shattered it against the ground, pieces flying as smoke surrounded you two, teleporting you back to Octavinelle.

———

Floyd stood with you still in his arms, the two of you now present in front of the Mostro’s manager, Azul in his VIP room. Jade stood beside him, as though ready to act if necessary.

“Terribly sorry for the scare,” Azul started, speaking from behind interlocked fingers, “but you see I’ve figured out the payment I desire from you.”

You tried to speak, but the tape remained firmly in place, only muffling your speech. Azul merely carried on, as if you weren’t trying to object.

“Oh no need to worry about it! Truly, this is the best thing you could give! Jade? If you’d please.”

“Yes, sir.” Jade began to step over to Floyd, the two of them giving the other a look that seemed to be one that only twins could understand. He opened his jacket, retrieving a bundle of deep green rope that was concealed in an inner pocket. Floyd spun you around, holding onto your shoulders and looking down at you with a threatening gaze and speaking in a serious, menacing tone.

“I’d stay still if I were you, unless you want to be squeezed.” It was that look that screamed “try it”. If you moved, be it trying to run off or even just a muscle, you knew it wouldn’t end well. Jade then grabbed your arms, pressing your wrists together and wrapping the surprisingly soft rope around them. He tied them off in a way that didn’t hurt but kept your wrists firmly together, effectively now leaving you at the mercy of the tweels before you.

“I’m sure you’ve figured it out by now, but I’ll tell you anyway, out of the kindness of my heart.” As Azul spoke, a strip of cloth covered your eyes. You were now blind, mute, and unable to fend for yourself in anyway. “I’ve decided your body will be perfect payment. I’ll have you situated in a way where patrons can come in, and use you the way they see fit. The blindfold is for confidentiality, of course, and the tape? Well that’s just for show. If they want to take it off they can~”

You’d be lying if you tried to object. The idea sent a heat straight to your groin, and you could feel a pressure at the zipper of your jeans as you hummed softly.

The brothers were already working on you, leading you into a new spot before pushing you down to your knees. The positioned you like a doll, spreading your legs open before unbuttoning your pants to reveal a partially hard, boxer covered phallus.

“Heeeeeyyy~ Little Shrimpy here is already enjoying himself~ You get off to the idea of this~?”

Hearing it out loud, especially from Floyd, only embarrassed you, and you shook your head to deny it.

“Such a thing is hard to deny when the evidence is right there, (y/n).” Jade’s voice sounded like velvet, smooth and calm. “It’s clear you’re quite aroused by this. There is no shame in admitting it.”

You shook your head with a small “mm-mm”, denying it, but deep down, you knew that lie wouldn’t last long, as Jade was right.

“Now boys,” Azul’s footsteps thudded against your ears as you heard him walk over. “I think we should find out if our new attraction is ready for the guests. What do you think?”

“Oh I get first dibs on Shrimpy?! I wanna test him out!” Floyd sounded all too excited by the idea, and you were already wondering what someone like him would do.

“Mmmm!” You let out an uncontrollable whine, but it went ignored.

“Oh please, Floyd. You’ll ruin our new toy before he even has a chance.” A small laugh laced Jade’s voice. “What if we tested him out together?”

“Wonderful idea!” Azul was more than willing to allow such a thing, his footsteps starting to soften as he stepped to the door. “I’ll be back in an hour. Try not to break our new plaything before I get back.”

“Yes, sir./Yeah, boss!”

The door opened and closed, and you were now alone with the brothers. Thought you couldn’t see them, you could feel their predatory gazes on you before their hands made first contact.

This…will be exciting…~ ❤️

[kieraelieson]

"One Emo Latte, with Extra Soulmates"

Chapter Two

Roll the Poll fic 1: Janus, Virgil, and Remy in a triad. In a Hurt/Comfort fic with a Soulmates universe and the prompt ‘housing’. AO3

Content warning for kidnapping, fear of death, quite a bit of cursing, as well as societal and specific poly-phobia, resulting in violence.

Virgil was going to die. 

He’d thought he could just slip into the apartment and to his room with everyone asleep, but Roger was still up, and saw him immediately. He confronted Virgil, ruining all plans of laying low as his words quickly became yelling. Virgil tried to defend himself, that he couldn’t help how many soulmates he had, and he hadn’t even met them! But Roger didn’t care. He wanted Virgil out. 

Virgil, with a confidence built only of the coffee he could still taste on his tongue, had refused to leave. He’d thought that, angry as they might get, his roommates wouldn’t actually escalate to physically pushing him out. 

Oh how wrong that was. 

His ribs still ached from the several hits they’d absorbed before he’d been shoved out the door. And his head was spinning and aching from the impact against the coffee table. 

And also the fact that he was going to die. 

That guy with the hat was doing some, some drug deal or something, who knew, and Virgil like a supreme dumbass had opened his mouth. 

Tall, big, and stinky had grabbed him, an arm wrapped around both of his, pinning them to his torso, and the other hand clamped over his nose and mouth. He couldn’t scream, couldn’t get the breath to. All his kicking and wriggling hadn’t been enough before he was pulled into the car. 

And now they were driving away. 

He was So Dead. 

The guy holding him shifted the hand over his face once the car was moving, uncovering his nose so Virgil could breathe freely. He sucked in air, tears beginning to leak from his eyes. 

He was the fucking worst, unluckiest son of a bitch to ever exist. Two soulmates, homeless now, kidnapped. And they didn’t have masks on. No masks meant he could recognize them, and they wouldn’t leave him alive. 

He was going to die. 

He didn’t want to die! 

His whole life he’d been looked down on or bullied for having two soulmates but he’d never even met them! He wanted to at least see them before he died. 

Virgil’s breath came faster, catching in his congested nose and making him panic. He needed to breathe! He couldn’t breathe! 

His chest heaved with sobs and his desperate attempts to get air. 

“Might get loud,” the man holding him said, and then abruptly the hand over Virgil’s mouth was gone. 

Virgil gasped, drinking in the air. Without the cover over his mouth his sobs rang out loud in the otherwise silent car. If he wasn’t so thoroughly miserable and about to die anyway he would’ve been embarrassed, might’ve managed to stop himself, but he just couldn’t. 

“I don’t wanna— Please, don’t kill me!” He forced out between sobs. 

“We’re not going to kill you,” the driver snapped. 

He didn’t know if he could believe it. But even without a single assurance that it was the truth, relief flooded through Virgil. 

“I didn’t see anything,” he blurted. “I-I don’t have a clue who you are. I don’t know what you were doing. I d-don’t know anything. I swear I won’t tell anyone anything!” 

The driver made a frustrated sound. “Just— shut up.” 

Virgil fell silent, other than his breath coming in hiccuping half-sobs. 

“What is our plan, Jannie?” The man holding him asked. 

The driver made a rough, growling sound. “For now, I’m getting us out of town. We’ll have to find a way to manage him without you carrying him everywhere so I can drop you off. I’ll figure out what to do from there. And I’ll need to keep the car.” 

“I’ve got duct tape!” The man said, entirely too happily. 

Virgil squirmed against his hold, trying to get his arms free to— to— to make a nuisance of himself at least. Of the two men, one had recognized his need to breathe, and the other had told him to shut up. He liked his living chances better with both of them than just the one. 

But the man holding Virgil was far too strong for him to fight against, and soon Virgil was pressed down into a car seat, his arms pulled behind his back. He bit back another sob as his wrists were taped together, and then the tape wound around his torso and arms haphazardly. 

“Check him for anything dangerous,” the driver said. “And anything he could use to contact someone.” 

A chill ran down Virgil’s spine. He was gonna die anyway, wasn’t he? 

••^*^••

Janus’s mind had been nothing but a steady stream of ‘Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck’ ever since he’d heard the crash in that apartment. 

Now he had a man tied up in the car, terrified for his life, and no idea what to do with him. 

Now that he had the folder, Janus’s plans had been to buckle down and work on the contents. It would take him days, and that was if he managed to be fast enough. He didn’t have Time for a problem like this! 

And even if he Had time, that still left the question of what was he going to do?? He couldn’t let him go, that was obvious. He definitely wasn’t going to kill him. The only other option seemed to be keeping him, but that wasn’t at all viable long term. 

At least for the moment though, Janus couldn’t see any other options. 

Remus had flipped up the man’s hood over his eyes, so he couldn’t look out and around at where they were as they approached a place where Janus could drop Remus off. He also properly buckled him in before he got out, a thing he ought to have done ages ago. Since then, the man had been quiet. 

Janus drove, looping around and doubling back multiple times on his way to his house. The less the man knew about where they were and how to get back, the better. 

Janus sighed heavily as he parked. His gut was already twisted in knots, his conscience screaming with how much he’d already done to this random person. And here he was about to scare him more. 

He pulled out the gun he knew Remus had hidden in the car, pointing it at the man, held low enough that he could see it under the hood. 

The man stiffened, but Janus didn’t give him time to beg for his life again. He didn’t think he’d manage to hold onto him at all if he did. He was cursed with a bleeding heart and if this man begged again he might just let him go and fuck all the consequences. 

“You’re going to stay quiet.” Janus commanded. “You’re going to come with me into the building, and you’re going to do everything I say.” 

The man nodded rapidly, his breathing getting fast and shallow. 

“I don’t want to bother keeping this gun pointed at you the whole time, but be assured I will always have it on hand.” 

The man nodded again. 

Janus tucked the gun into his waistband, wishing he’d had the forethought to bring a holster. Then he got out of the car. When he opened the back door, the man stayed silent, as he’d been told to. Janus undid the buckle and guided him into the house. 

He breathed slightly easier once he was inside the house with the door locked. 

Now what? 

He couldn’t just start in on work with curious eyes wandering around. 

It was nearly seven now. Maybe he’d make breakfast. 

He knew he was just continuing to push the real problem down the road, but he hadn’t come up with any answers. 

Janus left the man standing in the dining room and started looking through his fridge. He wanted something that would take a bit of time. Push that problem just a bit further before he reached a point where he had to deal with it. 

He finally pulled out some vegetables and started chopping them. He took his time slowly making complex omelets, only looking towards his captive when the man maneuvered his way to the floor to sit. 

Unfortunately, even after the long cooking, Janus didn’t have any better ideas. This was so far out of the realm of what he expected he’d never planned for it, never considered it before. 

He carried the plates into the dining room and set them at the table. He helped pull the man up so he could sit in a proper chair. Then he flipped back his hood. 

It was the first real look he’d gotten at the man’s face. Janus swallowed. His… very pretty face. If he wasn’t careful this would be Remy all over again, only worse because he’d already drug this man so deep into his mess he couldn’t see a way to get him out again. 

Janus’s second reaction was pity. The man was blinking in the brighter light, out from under the shade of his hood, and his face was tearstained and red, streaked with black eyeshadow. Janus also noticed a large bump near the back of his head. 

He gently probed it, concerned as the man winced, trying to duck away from his hand. This was recent. Remus hadn’t knocked him around any. It must have been in the commotion in the apartment. 

Janus went back to the kitchen. He got a cloth and dampened it, then also got an ice pack. 

“If I take off the tape, you will not attempt to attack me or run away,” Janus said. He’d found that in many cases, phrasing questions as statements and statements as questions tended to throw off the other person, and he got what he wanted more easily. 

The man nodded silently. Janus remembered that he’d told him to be quiet earlier. He moved behind the man, cutting at the tape with scissors. “You’re welcome to speak, so long as you aren’t loud.” 

“Thanks,” the man muttered. 

“Are you in pain?” Janus asked, considering whether this was a simple ice and ibuprofen type of situation, or whether he would need to attempt further first aid. 

The man shrugged, picking up the cloth and cleaning his face, then holding the ice pack to the bump on his head. 

Janus rolled his eyes at the non-response. “Would you object to taking painkillers?” 

That prompted a quiet, “No.” 

Janus retrieved the bottle, opening it in plain view so it could be seen he wasn’t switching the pills with anything. He got two cups of water, and then sat down to eat his own, rather cool by now, breakfast. 

“What’s gonna happen now?” The man asked, looking up at Janus. 

His gaze was piercing, possibly even more so because he didn’t intend it to be. Janus feigned nonchalance. 

“I’m not telling you. You’ll find out as it happens.” 

He could see a faint shudder run through the man. He didn’t have a better answer though, for him or for himself.

••^*^••

Remy had been thinking about Virgil ever since he left. He hoped it had gone well, getting picked up by his soulmate. 

It drew his mind to his own soulmates. At a young age they’d come to realize how dangerous it was to be three, and they tried to spare each other the danger. 

He didn’t know either of their names. Didn’t know where they lived. What they did for work. Nothing. He hadn’t even contacted them in several weeks. 

He wanted to. 

The desire built up over the remainder of his shift, and when he got home Remy caved to it.  He scrawled in sharpie, high up on his thigh where it wouldn’t be easily noticed regardless of what he chose to wear, Heya. How’s it going?

[boolger]

I’m dangerous ☆ chapter 2 ☆ COD fanfic

Originally posted on my AO3, where I post all my stuff. Always read the tags of my fanfics. MDNI

[Chapter 1] ☆ [Chapter 2]☆[Chapter 3] ☆ [chapter 4]☆ [chapter 5] ☆ [chapter 6] ☆[chapter 7]

☆ fem!reader x Kate Laswell ☆ explicit. MDNI. ☆ 2/10 ☆ 2,204 words

☆ Summary: You were a hacker and had been a thorn in the side of the 141 gang for a while, in particular as you tried to find out who the famous leader, Watcher, was. But they refuse to be blackmailed and won’t pay you.

So, to prove that you weren’t just bluffing, but were a serious threat to them, you kidnapped a random woman that you saw coming out from one of their meetings, figuring she was a secretary or girlfriend or something.

Oh, how wrong you were.

☆ Tags: au mob, gang, kidnapping, blackmailing, dub-con, angst, smut, death, grief/mourning, hacking, non-con drug use, bondage, spanking, kissing, rough sex, inaccurate portrayal of mob, more will be added.

You had to constantly remind yourself that you were dangerous - and not just some hacker that had gotten in over your head.

No no, you were a dangerous vigilante. Not a desperate person, who was lucky enough to successfully kidnap a mob member. So far at least. 

The fact that you lived out in the middle of nowhere, your closest neighbour several miles away, finally came to your advantage as well, since you could pull in the lady from the van to the house in peace.

You couldn’t carry her, so you dragged her beneath her armpits all the way inside, cringing as  you saw how you messed up her tights and expensive looking high-heels. Though you doubted a proper kidnapper would care about that.

The moment you dropped her on the mattress in your living room, you let out a groan, properly knackered yourself already, the adrenaline beginning to leave your body as well. The lady was still sedated, sleeping peacefully as you took the chain you had brought in a shop a couple of days earlier, looping it around her ankle and using a padlock to lock it. Then you repeated it at the radiator. You sat down on your couch, proud of your whole setup.

… what now?

This was a really shitty idea - what if she wanted to talk? Were you supposed to use duct tape over her mouth? Seemed painful. Then again, would a proper dangerous kidnapper care about that?

Your eyes flickered to the bird on the mattress, who was still sleeping peacefully, her dreams unaware of what had happened. If things had been different, she might have been your type, but alas, things weren’t different.

With a sigh you abandoned her, to make some tea.

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“What the fuck.”

The mumbled words pulled your attention from your laptop and to the woman on the floor, who was moving and mumbling. Unsure of what exactly to do, you just watched her, sipping your tea.

As she mumbled and cursed, you realised something; she didn’t sound british. In fact, there was a more American accent to her words.

Bloody hell. If you weren’t sure of the fact that she hung around the 141, you would have been afraid she hadn’t been a part of them. You had sent the emails to the members just a few moments ago, stating your demands for her safe return. You had rummaged through the contents of the bag in the car about twenty minutes ago, finding some items that confirmed her identity.

Kate Laswell. 43 years old, Virgo, unmarried. She smoked, though there weren’t any cigarettes among the content that had been scattered around your car floor. Forgot them in her car and you didn’t let her get them before you tased her. There had been a switch-knife and butterfly knife in the contents too, so you reminded yourself not to give her anything too sharp. 

You took another sip of the cuppa, watching her sit up, her prior neatly bun messy from everything, her head looking at the chain around her ankle for a moment - then her head snapped and her eyes zoomed in on you.

Silence filled your house for a few moments. It was awkward and you had to focus to not squirm in the chair by your kitchen island.

“Hello,” you finally greeted after another couple of seconds, knowing you probably shouldn’t have been the first to crack, but you didn’t care.

“Who the fuck are you?” She bluntly answered, looking quite upset and wasn’t that just splendid?

“Doesn’t matter,” you answered gently, already having prepared not to tell her your name or anything that could get you in trouble.

“Listen, you little –” she cut herself off, managing to rip her arms free of the duct tape hell you had created and a disappointed sound left you at the sight. So much from watching that Youtube video, maybe you should have gone with ropes, “- I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but you better let me go this instance.”

You took another sip of your tea, hoping you looked cool. “No.”

She watched you silently for a few moments, before looking around your living room, taking in everything. 

“This seems like a very shitty idea,” she then stated, and yeah, you didn’t really disagree with her. You shrugged.

“It’s not going to be for long. Hopefully you’ll be free again tomorrow or the day after, if the 141 chooses to cooperate. Then I’ll be out of your hair for good,” you explained.

“I’m not going to tell you anything,” she answered and you shrugged again.

“Dont’ really fancy knowing anything,” you answered truthfully.

“... you’re a weird kidnapper.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes. This whole thing was a load of tosh already.

“Relax,” You just told her, turning to your laptop once again, looking at the email one of them had sent back. It was just cursing you out, telling you they would kill you. Not really what you asked for.

“Can I get some coffee at least?”

The nerve.

“No.”

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She was a surprisingly calm prisoner. You gave her a book after she complained about being bored, Romeo and Juliet, much to her annoyance. Since you found it amusing, you refused to give her any other book. Look at you being mean and dangerous.

“They’re going to find me, you know.”

“Doubt it,” you answered, “they haven’t found me for a long time.”

Kate was silent for a few moments, before finally speaking again.

“Are you part of the whole blackmailing group that's been bothering us? Court of dogs or something?”

“Faes and Hounds,” you muttered back, feeling stupid over the name. You had needed one quickly and you panicked - and it had sounded somewhat cool. Not right now though. You had also just admitted to being a part of it.

A huff left Kate and your eyes flickered to look at her. She was staring at you.

“It’s just you, isn’t it?”

Fuck.

“Nope,” you answered, quickly looking back at the screen, “We’re a whole group.”

“This whole time we thought it was a proper group and it was just a lil’ pretty thing with a laptop.”

“Shut up.” You wanted to dig a hole and hide in it.

“How ca–”

“I told you to shut up!” you finally snapped, looking over at her. She crossed her arms.

“Can I get a cup of coffee?”

“Will you shut up then?

“Sure.”

“Fine,” you mumbled, getting up to make your prisoner a bloody cup of coffee.

You made it and gave it to her. She even politely thanked you.

She was quiet for a while then and you went back to the emails. You began to enjoy the quiet that followed, being able to ignore her for a while. When they paid you the 60k, you would have to pack and find somewhere to drop her off, then get your ass up north. Ditch the parts that weren’t important, like your television and things like that.

You wondered for a moment if Alice would have liked this situation. She was never much for crime, but she accepted your black-mailiing of rich, bad people who cheated on their wives. Maybe she would have underst– 

“Is this your first time?”

You blinked, looking over at the woman, who looked calmly at you, a small friendly smile on her lips. Despite being kidnapped, she didn’t seem that scared, which annoyed you. You felt like you had to reboot, like a shitty windows computer that needed to update.

“Pardon?” You asked, unsure if you had heard her correctly.

“First time kidnapping somebody?”

“Oh,” you felt your cheeks heat though you pretended they weren’t, your toes curling with embarrassment,  “no no, I’ve kidnapped tons of people.”

You were awful at lying in person and you were pretty sure that Kate had already figured that out. Everything was easier over a screen. Everything. 

“… sure.” The lady didn’t even sound a tad convinced and you looked away. Maybe you were in over your head. But it wasn’t like you could just… tell her to go now.

You just hoped the 141 agreed to pay soon.

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In a way it seemed like she was more of a house guest than somebody you had kidnapped. It was odd to have someone around you again, the house having been quiet for so long after Alice. 

Since she agreed to behave, you let her out of the chain to sit at the kitchen Isle and eat dinner that night. So, since she had asked you so many questions ever since she woke up from sedation, you figured you could return the favour.

“Who are you anyways?”

“Hm?” She tipped her head to the side, chewing her food. You found yourself thinking that Kate looked pretty even when eating - and maybe you had been alone for too long, if you felt attracted to the first woman who showed you attention. Especially because of the circumstances.

“What’s your role in the gang?”

She blinked, swallowing after a second before just smiling. 

“Secretary,” she then said, “they probably won’t appreciate me missing.”

“Figured,” you answered. Secretary for John Price then, you figured, if they cared about her like it seemed they did. And you had a growing feeling he was the leader, the so-called Watcher. It was a stupid name anyways - reminded you of that youtube channel or that movie from 2022. 

“... Did you kidnap someone without knowing who they were?” There was a hint of judgement in her voice and bloody hell, you wanted to chain her up again. Maybe use that duct tape to shut her up.

You huffed, stabbing your pasta. She was annoying. When you got the exchange done, you looked forward to being alone again. You didn’t answer, just focused on eating and she apparently dropped it, figuring you wouldn’t answer. Embarrassment overwhelmed you a little. You didn’t want to admit that she was right.

“Why do you do this?”

You chewed your pasta while rolling your eyes. Wouldn't she give you a moment of peace? Maybe you should have kidnapped somebody else. Was she trying to befriend you? You had seen that people often did that when kidnapped, hoping to make the kidnapper feel sympathy. 

“Why do you care?” You answered grumpily. It wasn’t going to work on you.

“I’m just curious,” Kate kept going, really not wanting to drop it.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why not?”

“… I’m literally your kidnapper.”

Kate shrugged, then raised her hand, little finger stretched out towards you.

“Pinky promise,” she said.

You looked at her pinky. Her nails were short but  manicured and pretty, clearly well kept, her fingers looked soft. This was absolutely ridiculous. A part of you wanted to laugh from how bizarre this whole thing was.

“No.” You repeated.

“Humour me?”

You rolled your eyes. It felt stupid. Still, you offered your own pinky and hooked it in hers just for a moment. Ridiculous. You were pretty sure this wasn’t how you were a scary and dangerous kidnapper, making bloody pinky promises with your prisoner.

Kate looked at you expectantly, clearly waiting for an answer.

“I need the money.”

She huffed, raising an eyebrow. She looked handsome, even like this, unimpressed and you felt bad for feeling that. You shouldn’t really be feeling anything about her.

“I figured.” She said dryly. 

You licked your lips, looking down at your pasta for a moment. Just like the screw-shaped pasta, you felt like spiralling. You really shouldn’t tell her about Alice. You didn’t want her pity, didn’t want her to feel bad for you. But then again, you hadn’t really talked to anyone about Alice. About how she made life brighter, how she was always there for you. How she smiled, how you missed seeing her crooked teeth, how you would laugh about your childhood memories, how she would braid your hair. 

“I’m in debt. Sister was sick, the doctors at a private hospital said they could help her - she died anyway, didn’t she?,” you admitted in half a mumble, clearly not happy to talk about it. It came out angrier than you intended to, but you didn’t really care.

You had an Alice shaped hole in your heart, a forever empty spot from your little sister.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t - It doesn’t matter. When they’ve paid me, everything will be fine again,” you said. She hummed in reply and you kept looking down at the foot. You stabbed the pasta some more. It was a boring meal really, but you weren’t a five-star hotel after all.

“Is she the one in the pictures? Next to you?” 

You finally looked up again. She nodded towards one of the pictures of the wall, indeed showing a captured moment of the two of you. In one of the fields outside, after playing hide and seek for hours, like you always did when bored.

Bollocks. You should have packed them down before kidnapping her. 

You just gave a short nod. 

“Just. Ugh. Don’t ask about her.”

“Sure,” she didn’t seem to mind, “You’re not, by any chance, serving dessert, are you?” 

“... Shut up and be scared of me like a proper prisoner.”

[sooniessoulmate]

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Y/N layed on the ground on the roof as blood continued to pour out of her gunshot wound, soaking her sweat pants.  

“We gotta get you to the hospital, baby,” Wooyoung panicked looking down at her thigh.

“No,” Y/N snarled. “I’m not going to a hospital.”

“But you were shot,” Wooyoung argued with concern written all over his face.

“Give me your knife,” Y/N commanded, putting her hand out for him to place his knife into.

“What?” Wooyoung asked.

“Don’t play dumb,” Y/N snapped. “I know you have a knife…give it to me now.”

Wooyoung swallowed harshly before grabbing the knife he had strapped to his ankle. 

“Ok,” Y/N nodded. “Now I need duct tape and super glue.”

“For what?” Wooyoung wondered.

“Now’s not the time, Wooyoung,” Y/N snapped. “Just get me what I need now.”

Wooyoung quickly got up and ran into the house to retrieve the items that Y/N needed.

She lifted her butt off of the ground using the strength from her uninjured leg, pulling her sweatpants down to expose her thighs. Wooyoung returned to see Y/N using the knife to dig into her thigh with hopes of retrieving the bullet from her leg. 

“Are you nuts?” Wooyoung gasped.

Y/N stopped digging around to look up at him irritated, “there’s a fucking bullet in my thigh, it can’t stay in there, so THIS is my only fucking option.” she snapped. “If you’re just gonna complain about it, maybe you should just go check on the person who put the bullet there to begin with.”

“I’m sorry babe,” Wooyoung sighed, leaning down to get closer to her. “I just don’t want to see you in pain.”

She smirked at him as a red glint flashed through her eyes, “who said I was in pain?”

Y/N finally retrieved the bullet and dropped it onto the ground. She lined the hole with super glue and pressed it closed, sealing the skin together, then placed duct tape on top.

“See,” she said, smiling at Wooyoung, “good as new.”

“I don’t know if I’d say that,” he argued. “But you did a pretty good job.”

Y/N placed her bloody index finger, seductively into her mouth while making eye contact with Wooyoung, “it would be a shame to let all this blood go to waste.”

Wooyoung smirked as he moved closer to her, pressing his lips firmly against hers.  “God I love you,” he whispered.

“I know you do,” she said, grabbing a handful of his hair.

San ran into Seonghwa’s office, still carrying Jongho bridal style. “We need to get Jongho to the hospital,” he yelled.

“What the fuck happened to him,” Seonghwa panicked.

“I don’t know,” San said. “I just found him like this, but he’s in and out of consciousness.”

Yeosang entered the room, shocked when he saw the current situation. “Where’s Hongjoong? I thought he was the one who was shot?” he asked.

“He’s fine, he was wearing his vest,” Seonghwa explained. “But Jongho wasn’t that lucky. We gotta get him to the er now.”

San started walking out of the office, Seonghwa and the others following closely behind. They ran outside to a hummer parked in the driveway, San placed jongho into the backseat and Seonghwa crawled in next to him, gently holding his head. San got into the driver's seat, yeosang in the passenger's seat and they drove off headed towards the hospital at top speed. 

“Come on buddy,” Seonghwa whispered, “you can’t leave me.”

Jongho opened his eyes, “bit shot he…” he managed to gurgle before losing consciousness again.

“What did he say?” Yeosang asked, turning around to look at the two in the back seat.

“Bit-sho-he,” seonghwa repeated, still rubbing jongho’s head.

When they reached the hospital, San pulled up to the front door, throwing the car into park. He got out and assisted Seonghwa in getting Jongho out of the back seat. Seonghwa carried Jongho inside as the other two followed.  

Seonghwa, San, and Yeosang were forced to sit in a private waiting room as the medical staff took Jongho into emergency surgery. Shortly after Yunho, Mingi, and Hongjoong arrived at the hospital.

“How’s he doing?”Hongjoong asked.

Seonghwa lifted his head from where he had it resting in his hands, with tear stains on his cheek and said, “no word, yet.”

“Where’s Wooyoung?” Yeosang asked.

“I couldn’t find him,” Mingi announced.

“I also couldn’t find Wang’s body,” Yunho said.

“What do you mean, you couldn’t find it?” Seonghwa snarled.

“I went down to where Y/N said she killed him,” Yunho started. “And his body wasn’t there.”

“Yunho,” Seonghwa snapped. “Are you sure you didn’t move his body into your room?”

“No I swear,” Yunho exclaimed. “I was planning on maybe doing that, I mean I wanted to touch him and see if it would be the same but like I said, the body was already gone. Blood was everywhere but no body.”

“Did anyone else move the body?” Seonghwa asked, looking around, everyone shook their heads. “What the fuck, why won’t this mother fucker stay dead?”

San stood up and left the waiting room without saying anything. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his friend. After a few rings, Wooyoung answered, annoyed, “what?”

“Where are you?” San asked.

“At home,” Wooyoung answered.

“You need to get your ass down here now,” San ordered.

“Why?”Wooyoung asked. “I hope that mother fucker dies.”

“You need to knock that the fuck off, Woo,” San growled.

“He shot my girl, he got what he deserved,” Wooyoung said, proudly.

“That maybe but for now we’re gonna continue to let everyone think this was the doing of Seven,” San said. “I told Seonghwa I didn’t know what happened to him and I just found him like this. He won’t give a shit about your reasoning at this point.”

“What if he manages to survive?” Wooyoung asked. “He’ll be more pissed that we weren’t honest.”

“The chances of Jongho surviving this are slim,” San stated. “Just get your ass down here and pretend you're concerned.”

“Whatever,” Wooyoung snarled, hanging up the phone.

A few hours later Wooyoung and yn arrived at the hospital. They entered the hospital room to see everyone but Seonghwa sitting in silence. 

“Any news?” Wooyoung asked.

“No, he’s still in surgery,” Yeosang sighed without looking up from the laptop he had positioned on his lap.

Unbeknownst to Wooyoung, Y/N secretly slid her hand inside his jacket pocket to retrieve his cellphone and shoving inside her pocket. She turned to Wooyoung and whispered into his ear, “I’m thirsty, I’m gonna go find something to drink.”

“Ok baby, be careful,” Wooyoung smiled before walking over and sitting next to San who gently patted Wooyoung’s thigh.

Y/N walked out of the waiting room and strolled down the long hallway towards the vending machine room that she had previously visited. “I doubt this hospital visit will be as eventful as the last one,” she laughed to herself.

She entered the room and saw Seonghwa standing towards one of the machines with his head down, unaware of her presence. She crept up behind him and gently touched his back, “everything will be ok,” she whispered.

Seonghwa turned to her, with bloodshot eyes and said, “I don’t know if it will be this time. By the time we got Jongho here, he was completely unconscious and lost so much blood. I don’t know if he’ll be able to pull through this one.”

“I’m so sorry, Seonghwa,” Y/N whispered. 

“I failed him,” Seonghwa announced. “I promised to always protect my family and I wasn’t able to protect Jongho. I don’t know if I’ll be able to move on if he doesn’t pull through.”

“Seonghwa, come on. This wasn’t your fault. You had no control over this and you did everything you could to protect your family,” Y/N argued. “You can’t blame yourself for something like this.”

“That’s a lot easier said than done,” he argued as another tear escaped his eye causing him to look away not wanting her to see.

Y/N grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her, “you don’t have to be embarrassed to cry. It’s ok to be upset in this situation. It doesn’t make you any less of a man.”

“I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t want YOU to see me like this,” he announced.

“Why not?” Y/N wondered.

“You and I have been through a lot of ups and downs,” Seonghwa started. “I haven’t always been the nicest to you and I’ve done quite a lot of really fucked up things. I’ve been trying to make it up to you though.”

“I know you have,” Y/N agreed with a slight smile on her face.

“I need to tell you something,” Seonghwa sighed. “But it has to stay here between us.”

“Ok,” Y/N nodded, holding her breath, waiting for what the confession was going to be.

“When we cooked dinner together, I started feeling something towards you,” Seonghwa started, “and then we had a wonderful evening at the aquarium. I had so much fun and I really enjoyed watching you and seeing all the excitement you were experiencing. I kind of want to be able to keep doing things like that for you, no with you.”

“Seonghwa…” Y/N said.

“No just hear me out,” Seonghwa interrupted. “I never felt like this towards anyone before and I’m not sure how to explain this but I think I’m developing some serious feelings and I don’t know what to do with them, because I know you and Woo have something special too and I would never do anything to hurt him.”

Y/N looked down at the ground, feeling some guilt about everything but only momentarily. She pondered the situation before speaking.

“I think I might have some feelings for you too, but I can’t say for sure,” Y/N confessed.

Seonghwa wrapped his arms around y/n pulling her close against his body so he could feel her heartbeat against his. “I wish I could feel this every day,” Seonghwa whispered before releasing her and heading to the entrance of the room. “But I have to face reality for now and I have to go back and tend to the important matters at hand.”

Y/N didn’t know how to respond so she silently watched his departure from the room then returned to her task of getting a drink. She purchased a bottle of water and left the room with the bottle in hand. She strolled down the hallway in the opposite direction of the waiting room. “He’s gonna be in surgery for awhile, I'll find something to entertain me until then,” Y/N said to herself before she started to skip down the hall.

Half way down the hall a door opened and someone yanked Y/N inside the empty hospital room. Y/N turned around, excited to see who was ready to have some fun.

“I need you to tell me what happened before I came to the roof,” San said.

“Well hello to you too,” Y/N smiled.

“Seriously,” San rolled his eyes, “what happened up there?”

“I don’t know,” Y/N continued to smile, “a lot of things happened. I got shot then Jongho got shot then you came out and stopped the party.”

“The party?” San repeated. “That’s a fucked up description of a fucking party.”

“I’m not using the word, literally,” Y/N snapped. “It’s a good thing you got there when you did though. Because if not we would probably be dealing with a completely different situation.”

“I know for a fact we would be,” San nodded.

“You know San, I find you completely irresistible,” Y/N confessed as she seductively bit her lower lip.

“You do?” San asked, moving closer to her.

“I really do,” Y/N nodded as she placed her hands onto his chest. “Who wouldn’t though? Feel this body.”

“I find you pretty attractive myself but, Wooyoung really likes you and i couldn’t do that to him,” San said with his words but his body welcomed her touch.

She ran her right hand down over his abs making her way to the large bulge in his pants and lightly squeezed, “you didn’t think about that when you tried to sleep with me last time we were in a room like this.”

“That was then and this is now,” San argued. “I can’t do that to Woo.”

“Hmmm,” Y/N smirked, “I wonder what our good friend Wooyoung would think about you trying to fuck his girl while he was unconscious after his surgery. Maybe, I should fill him in on that fun fact.”

“You can’t tell him that,” San ordered. “It will kill him.”

“The truth will set you free, Mr. San,” Y/N smiled. “And to be honest, I’d feel alot better about myself if I came clean to him.”

Rage overtook San’s body, a feeling that he had trouble controlling. Before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped his hands around Y/N’s throat squeezing. “I will fucking kill you, bitch,” he snarled.

“Oh yesss, daddy,” Y/N managed to get out as she squeezed his dick with one hand and jammed her nails into his back.

San continued to squeeze her throat for a few seconds until reality sunk in, he quickly released her, “what the fuck am I doing?” he asked himself while looking at his hands.

“Why’d you stop?” Y/N asked between breaths, “things were just starting to get good.”

“You’re sick,” San announced before racing out of the room, leaving Y/N in the empty hospital room, alone.

“This sucks,” Y/N said to herself, “Nobody wants to play today.”

She regained her composure and happily skipped out of the room and down the hallway with another plan in her head. She made her way to the elevator and took it down to the basement. Y/N took Wooyoung’s phone out of her pocket and sent a text to Yunho.

Y/N: Let’s play a game

YUNHO: What game?

Y/N: Hide and seek

YUNHO: Here?

Y/N: I’m currently laying somewhere special. I’m surrounded by a lot of people who are unable to breathe. I’m cold and naked and waiting for you to warm me up.

YUNHO: but you’re breathing

Y/N: I’ll hold my breath

YUNHO: I WILL FIND YOU

Y/N placed the phone back into her pocket and entered a room labeled ‘morgue’. She took her clothing off, only leaving her bra and panties on and laid on top of a cold metal table, patiently waiting for her playmate.

It felt like an eternity until the door opened and Yunho silently entered. His eyes lit up when he saw Y/N laying still on the table. She didn’t look up, or move in the slightest trying to keep the moment alive.

Yunho crept over and caressed her cheek, “damn it,” he snarled, “this won’t work.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, exhaling slowly, “oh my fucking god, why not?”

“You’re not cold enough,” Yunho announced.

“Damn it, Yunho,” Y/N snarled. “Can’t you just pretend I’m colder?”

“I never had sex with a person who had normal body temperature, I don’t know if I can do it,” he explained.

“Come here,” Y/N said, signaling him to come closer with the movement of her index finger.

He leaned down closer to her face, staring at her wide eyed, not blinking once.

She grabbed his hand, placing it onto her breast, “do you like this?”

Yunho nodded with an eerie smile on his face. She moved his hand down her body and placed it on her panties. “Do you like this?” she asked.

Yunho nodded again. He pulled his hand back and removed his jacket, tossing it onto the ground. He pulled his shirt over his head and wrapped it around her neck. “I’m gonna have to try to kill you,” Yunho announced. 

“Try?” Y/N repeated.

“I fucking told you that I would never actualy kill you on purpose,” Yunho yelled getting very pissed.

“Oh yea that's right,” Y/N nodded a little confused but decided to go along with his plan out of complete boredom.

“You need to fight a little,” Yunho ordered as he started twisting the shirt as a tourniquet to constrict her breathing. “Then stop and lay fucking still. GOD DAMN THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUCKING HOT!”

“Stop it,” Y/N pretended to scream, “you’re hurting me.”

Yunho smacked her face, “Shut the fuck up, slut,” he snarled as he continued to twist the shirt.

Y/N was able to feel Yunho’s excitement from the situation developing in his pants so she pretended to fight him a little longer to make sure he would be at the point of no return. Once there was no longer a doubt that he was fully excited she closed her eyes and leaned her head to the side.

Yunho unbuttoned his pants and slid them down to his ankles. He ripped her panties off with his hands like a rapid beast. He pulled her limp body to the edge of the metal table and forced himself inside of her, deeply thrusting inside. He leaned down and bit Y/N’s chest, above her breast leaving blood dripping out off his lips. She screamed out from the pain. 

“Shut up, dead bitches don’t yell,” Yunho snarled, pushing Y/N’s head down against the metal table. He continued thrusting in and out, his breathing becoming more and more intense, until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled out and busted his load over her stomach.

“Fuck,” he yelled throwing his head back. “That was almost better than fucking an actual dead bitch.”

Y/N smirked at him, as she sat up, “Eh, it was ok,” she said.

“We will be doing that again,” he announced.

“We’ll see,” Y/N smiled. “You didn’t have to rip my fucking underwear though. How am I going to explain that one to Woo?”

“Oh shit,” Yunho gulped. “I forgot about him.”

“And you get the award for best friend,” Y/N laughed as she wiped his cum off of her stomach then proceeded to get dressed. “Well, it’s been fun but I think I’m gonna go back to the waiting room.”

“Don’t tell anyone we did that,” Yunho ordered.

“I won’t mention it,” Y/N shrugged. “For now.”

Yunho stared, blankly as she exited the room, leaving him in his happy place.

She went back to the elevator. Once the door opened she walked inside and pressed the floor number that the waiting room was on. The elevator started going up but stopped on another floor and a man wearing a mask walked inside. He pressed a floor number then leaned against the wall.

Y/N looked down at her phone as she felt something being placed over her nose and mouth, everything started to become dizzy. Her eyes became harder and harder to keep open and she lost control of her body. Everything went dark….

♥️𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟♠️𝚜𝟸 𝚖𝚕 ♦️𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝♣️

♥️♠️𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 - 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽♦️♣️

@stayatinykatsy @vampiregirl215 @xuchiya @veebyvee

[femmmie]

Hi there! It's me! 😅 Idk if you want to but, could you write some fluff Ianthony while they are writting the Food Battle script? Like they being cute and laughing and being dorks, some sweet shit like that? PLEASE 🙏🙏

Omg you give the cutest prompts, I'm MELTING. I will try my best!!!

Eye contact

Genre: fluff, angst

"Ian, we're so good together. We work. We... I want you to be happy, and stay happy, and I don't know how many times I have to say that I will stay with you forever, but I will say it as many times as it takes."

read on ao3

"The crinkles around Anthony's eyes when he smiles and laughs. His proud little smile when he talks about what they have accomplished together.

Ian looks sideways at him as they hold a Food Battle marathon at Ian's house. Lately, Ian allows himself to 'look' at his best friend more and more. It is hard not to stare, though. Because Anthony is beautiful. So unfairly beautiful. Being in his presence always excited Ian but he never dared to look at Anthony longer than a second.

But now, after everything that has happened... why not? Why not sneak a peek at that chiseled jaw, those inviting curls, and that olive skin, a mature version of his BFF he remembers from school. Ian catches himself sighing. And so does Anthony. As they lock eyes, Ian quickly looks away, smiling down into his lap.

"This scene is so dope, right," Anthony points at them on the screen.

"Yeah, you're right."

~

It's the next day. They're at Anthony's house to work on the new Food Battle script.

Anthony looks at Ian with soft, admiring eyes. He loves one thing most of all. Above anything in the world. And that is watching Ian's creative process at work.

"This is so dumb. But what if I just give her a comically large piece of chewed gum right out of my mouth?"

"Ew, that's so gross!! I love it."

Ian laughs. Not the reserved chuckle he gives other people. But the hearty, all-out goofy laugh he only shares with Anthony.

"So, the wife dies... Sorry feminism, but the twist is... YOU were the wife the whole ass time!!"

Anthony giggles. "That explains the seven-year pause so well, oh my god. But... If I'm your wife, how does sex work?"

Ian shrugged matter-of-factly. "Duct tape and an empty Gatorade bottle." He makes a plopping sound to match his zany ass explanation and sends Anthony into hysterical laughter.

"Fuck, we have to put this into the script! We might get demonetized, though."

"Hey, if we really cared about money, we would just steal TikTok videos and put them in compilations on YouTube for the rest of our lives."

"True. God, how I love this..." They smile at each other. God, Ian has such unnaturally light-blue eyes. Anthony notices that lately, Ian makes way more eye contact with him than before. Which is amazing, because he's always tried to get more out of him. More and deeper conversations. More emotion! But it seemed impossible.

At parties, Ian is outgoing, and Anthony gladly tags along. But when it's just the two of them, Ian likes to chill out with his thoughts. And that's fine with Anthony, but he can't help but want more. And now, since everything that happened, they finally talk. For hours!

"To think we both forget how great this is, writing together..." The sunlight that comes in from Anthony's window lights up Ian's eyes even more. Anthony wants to stare into them for all eternity. Those moments of direct eye contact send shivers down his spine, make all his hairs stand up and make him want to run some laps out of sheer excitement.

"Do you remember Star Stories?" Ian asks.

"Oh yeah, that shit was wild."

"Do you remember the George Michael one?"

They both laugh.

"Write about what you know, what you know, what you know..." Anthony mimics the old comedy show.

"There's this one bit," Ian says while laughing. Anthony loves it when Ian is so excited about something he already laughs at it before even telling Anthony.

"What?"

"It's when George Michael cries about his band mate leaving, and it's all dramatic, and then he's suddenly like, super unbothered and says "I'm over it." We should put that in. Like I'm crying about my wife for 1.5 seconds and then I'm like, okay let's do Food Battle, biiitch!"

"That's amazing."

"I know, I didn't come up with it."

"Shut up, you come up with brilliant stuff all the time."

"If you say so."

"Let's take a break," Anthony says.

They order some lunch and hang out on Anthony's balcony. They are drinking some flavored water.

"Any new dates?" Anthony asks suggestively.

"Nope." Ian doesn't elaborate.

"Ian, have you even tried?"

"I guess I haven't. But I'm really happy, Anthony. The right girl will come along, I'm sure."

"Or the right guy?" They never talk about Ian's bisexuality but Anthony wants to bring it up. He wants to know how he can help Ian get a date. Above everything, he wants to make Ian happy.

"Or the right guy, I guess. Or just a person in general. But boobs are a plus."

"Are you into man boobs as well?"

"Hell yeah! As long as I can suck on them... oh no, this is a terrible idea..."

Anthony's eyes light up. Ian's terrible ideas are genius 100% of the time.

"Ian, you must tell me..."

"One of the challenges should be a breast milk pump."

Anthony compulsively giggles through his words. "Oh my god! Ian, we can't show that on YouTube..."

"Can I at least suggest it? You'll say 'ew gross' and I will say, "Oh yeah, you're right... damn it!" And I'll look disappointed."

"We will work it in there somewhere."

Ian squints at Anthony. "Are you giving me more leeway because you're still cheesing about our reunion?"

"Maybe."

"You know you're playing with fire."

"Yeah, I know, hahaha."

"By the way, I'm still willing to burn Smosh to the ground with you."

"I think our fire will light up Smosh, warm the place up."

"With our looove," Ian says in his mocking voice.

Anthony kicks him fondly.

The bell rings: their lunch has arrived.

"I'll go get it," Anthony says, leaving Ian with his thoughts for the moment. He still can hardly believe how invigorating it is to work with his best friend again. It doesn't feel like work at all, they are just hanging out. This is them.

"Here is your gluten-free bagel," Anthony says with a tucked-in chin.

"Well have fun eating your vegan salad of misery," Ian counters.

"At least we are pretty and healthy!" Anthony uses his girly voice. He hasn't in quite a while.

"That voice takes me back."

Anthony laughs.

"For real though," Anthony continues in his normal voice, "you're becoming fitter by the day, the gluten-free diet is working, or are you also running again?"

"I'm hella running, dude. Every morning."

"That's awesome. I'm so happy for you, it used to be such a big part of who you were in high school."

"Yeah, it makes me feel so much better. And if I skip a day, I immediately feel worse. So it's kind of an addiction by now. Gotta go faaast!"

As they eat their lunch, a group of birds flies by. They are shimmering, bright green but their call sounds like nails on a chalkboard.

"Wow."

"Did you know birds have one hole for everything?" Ian suddenly says.

Anthony raises his eyebrows and snorts. "What?

"For everything." Ian looks him in the eye again. That sends Anthony and he doesn't recover from laughing until a few moments later, while Ian repeatedly says "It's called the cloaca, man, the cloaca!"

"Why are you so fucking funny, Ian. You're the funniest person I know. And that's saying something, with all our employees at Smosh."

"Aww, thanks Anthony! I think we just share a kind of humor. My jokes don't land like this at the office." He chuckles.

"Kids these days..." Anthony scoffs.

"Hey, come here, your hair is messed up. I'll fix it for you," Ian says suddenly and comes up to Anthony, closer than he expects. He puts the wayward curl that the wind has blown in Anthony's face, back on top of his head. "That's better. Now you can go back to being pretty again," Ian jokes.

"I love it when you do that kind of stuff," Anthony murmurs.

"What?"

"These little gestures of affection. I appreciate it so much."

Ian doesn't look him in the eye now. Anthony feels bad.

Because he knows.

He knows Ian likes him.

For all those years he's liked him. And he has sometimes taken advantage of that. Flirted with him so Ian would do work for him, that type of stuff. But he hasn't done anything like that since they reconnected. And he isn't planning to. This time, he wants to give Ian what he deserves. To truly appreciate him.

"Hey." Anthony takes Ian's hand.

"Don't do that," Ian tries to look the other way, but fails. They lock eyes once again.

"I'm being sincere, I promise," Anthony says. Ian blushes.

"Ian, we're so good together. We work. We... I want you to be happy, and stay happy, and I don't know how many times I have to say that I will stay with you forever, but I will say it as many times as it takes."

"That means a lot," Ian says. "Now cut it out with the sappy shit, you know I'm bad with that."

But Anthony holds onto Ian's hand stronger.

"It's not sappy, Ian, it's the honest truth. I love you."

Ian swallows. "Yes, and I love you, bro. I love you... and it's hard sometimes, you know? It's hard because when I look into your eyes, Anthony, I see... I see something I want to have. And it's this close, man. But I'll never have it and I've accepted that a long time ago."

"Come here," Anthony says softly, and pulls him into a tight embrace. He whispers: "I've done you wrong for so long, Ian. I want to give you everything... Anything you want. You can have it, whatever it is."

"Don't play with my feelings, Anthony."

"I'm not, I promise."

Ian slowly lets go, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Remember the staring contests?"

"Oh my god, those were always terrible hahaha."

Of course, Ian would break the tension.

"But this doesn't feel like a staring contest. We can finally look at each other honestly. Damn, it does feel good."

"Yeah."

"But Anthony, we have a script to finish."

"Fine. But promise me you're staying over tonight?"

"Fine. Idiot."

"Dumbass."

They go back inside.

[cheatingwifelover]

Home Invasion

It was a Friday night, we'd been drinking quite a bit and pretty much fell into bed around midnight and were out like a light. She was wearing a nightgown and I was in house pants, effectively pajama bottoms, and tshirt. Apparently, wasted as we were, we forgot all about locking the house up before we went to sleep, and about 2am we woke up to a couple of guys in our bedroom.

They could have left without ever coming in to the bedroom because they'd already ransacked the place with us asleep, but I'd left my computer on to my flickr page and they saw it. They checked out the photos of my wife and decided they were going to fuck her. I was really out of it because they'd also gotten into my tools and found some big plastic ties and I woke up groggily to find my wrists and ankles bound and the two of them working on my wife. When they noticed me struggling one of the came over to me and added duct tape to the ties around my wrists and ankles.

They put duct tape over our mouths. It was really too dark to see her eyes but from her body language I could tell she was scared. While I struggled one of them worked his way underneath my wife and was holding her wrists over her head and the other was using his knee to force her thighs apart. One of them said to me: "may as well relax, we're going to fuck your wife and we're going to be awhile. Don't worry, you can watch," and laughed.

They took turns fucking her. The first one to fuck her came pretty quick and his buddy took his place between her legs. As he fucked her, he told her she had a damn tight cunt for a mom. He lasted a lot longer than his buddy, and then he told him to get his phone so they could make some memories, clearly amused by his “wit.” His friend just laughed and said “good idea, bro.”

“Are you ready to find out if this whore can suck a cock?” When they took the duct tape off her mouth my wife immediately started talking....she promised she'd do whatever they wanted if they just promised not to hurt us. “But not here,” she said, “not with my husband right here.” They said “no way, we're not leaving him in here by himself. “You'll do what we want right here or we will fuckin' hurt you, fuck you both up. But if it makes you feel better,”...and one of them removed a pillow case from a pillow and pulled it over my head.

“That better baby,” he asked? “You better fuckin' be nice to us.”

“Now show us what you can do honey, it's time to suck some cock.” I couldn't see anything but I could still hear.

“Oh fuck yeah,” was the next thing I heard from them....”throat it bitch”...then the sound of my wife gagging. “That's it honey, check that gag reflex”.....”oh yeah, fuck.....this bitch could suck a golf ball through a garden hose, maybe we should take her home with us.”

I could hear one of them rummaging through my nightstand, and then he said "fuck, check this shit out...somebody likes their astroglide" (I had an open bottle in there and two fresh bottles still in their packages...what can I say, I love to edge). I heard the other one grunt and say ...”fuck, I'm gonna cum.” My wife was gagging a little again so I assumed he had his cock down her throat.

“Damn, that was good, you gotta get some of this,” he told his friend. “Later,” he replied, “right now I'm going to put this lube to use and fuck the whore in the ass.” I could feel him climb up on the bed and then say, “here bitch, be a good girl and lube up my cock so I can give that big ass a try.” Next thing I heard was “oh fuck, the shit hole on this slut is tight,” he said, “her cunt was a little loose for my taste but her shit tunnel is wicked tight.”

“Don't make me do all the work now bitch, you need to be nice to us.”

“Your turn now, work that ass on my cock, get your groove on. Push back on it.”

I could hear her grunting in time with his thrusts. “Oh yeah,” he said, “the slut has done this before.”

“Work it baby. Oh fuck this shit is tight. Mmmmm...like that baby.” he asked her?” Since I couldn't see I only found out later he had started to finger her clit. “Tell me you love it, tell me. “Tell me you love my cock up your ass.”

“I love your cock up my ass,” she said unconvincingly.

“I knew you would you nasty whore,” he told her. He had pushed her down onto the bed, topping her, one hand under her fingering her, and I could hear the bed springs start slowly squeaking while he mercilessly pounded her ass. “Like that honey,” he asked?

“Oh,” was her only reply. Then “oh no, oh no....oh my god...no........oh god no,” she moaned clearly on the verge of cumming. “Oh god...” she chanted.....”oh god no."

“Get off her, my turn,” I heard the other one say.

“She loves it up the ass,” his bud replied as I felt him getting off the bed. “Fuckin' slut loves it up the ass. Did you see how hard the whore came?

“Fuck. I'm still hard, can't decide if I want throat or cunt now.”

“Bitch can suck some cock. Just fuck her throat for now, we'll dp the whore later.”

My wife was gagging again, more now than previously and I heard the one in her mouth say....that's it, gag on that cock you fuckin' whore. Oh yeah, that's it, suck it.....fuck does your mouth feel hot....now suck my balls....that's it, get them both in your mouth....oh yeah....fuck does this whore know how to work a cock he cried out. Look at this chick swallow my fuckin' cock he said. I'm all the way down the slut's throat.....we may have to come back and get some more of this bitch...fuck is this good.

They way they had the bed squeaking I thought it might break.“Bitch can suck a cock can't she,” the guy fucking her ass asked. “And you weren't shitting me” he chuckled, “her shit tunnel is wicked tight. “Fuck,” he said, “feels like I'm having to drill this tunnel out it's so fuckin' tight”....don't think I'm going to last very much longer.” Ughhhh.....ahhhh,” he moaned shortly after.

“I was going to cum down the whore's throat, said his friend, but I think I want another round in her cunt. “Yeah, we need to take a break,” his bud replied, “the bitch is milking us dry. Let's have her bring us a couple drinks.”

“Good idea, get us something slut,”you got vodka? Tequila? Rum? Whatever...just bring us something and be smart, remember, your hubby will be back here with us and we will fuck him up if you pull any shit.” Next thing I know they turned the TV on, “netflix and chill” said one of them and laughed. “Wish we had some porn,” said one of them.”Got any porn,” they asked my wife when she came back with their drinks.

“I'm sure my husband has some on his computer,” she told them. “Fuck yes he does,” they laughed, “we already checked some of it out...you're one of the stars. Why you think we had stopped to fuck you....no point in jacking off to some photos when we got you right here to fuck.”

“Come sit here by me and my boy,” he told her patting the bed, “let's get better acquainted, maybe we can be friends. We'll take it a little slower this time, get to know each other.”

“You like to make out baby? Show us some love, get our cocks nice and hard again, and we'll fuck you, we know you love it. But this time you're going to have to ask nicely. Beg a little for us to fuck you. Bet hubby has never heard you beg for his cock..It's only right he gets to hear his wife begging for some cock, don't ya think?”

I couldn't tell exactly what was happening. No one was talking but I could hear what I guess you would call sounds of passion and they were apparently taking turns making out with my wife and sucking on her big tits. The silence was broken when one of them said ...”I love your big titties honey....you like to have them sucked?....I'm not a lip reader baby....you like your titties sucked....say it....we need to hear it. Say it. Hubby wants to know too, don't you hubby,” he said, and finally after a little more coaxing I heard my wife utter a quiet “yes.” We can barely hear you honey,” he chided, “yes, what, tell us what you like,” and to my surprise she said “yes,” again, followed by “yes, I like my tits sucked.”

I was later to have my suspicion confirmed that at this point my wife was on top of him. She had straddled him earlier in order to make out as he commanded. He was playing with her tits and sucking them. I had no idea how much time had passed but I sensed she must have been making out with him and having her titties sucked for quite some time. There wasn't much talking but I could hear the unmistakable sounds of kissing. The friend I now know was between me and them on the bed, just watching and stroking his cock. Finally I heard him say, “it looks like you may have found yourself a new girlfriend,” the reply to which was, even by just the sound of it, a smirking “sorta looks that way, don't it.” The friend then said, “yeah motherfucker, get a room,” and laughed.

My imagination of what must be happening with my wife was running wild. I heard “oh no, you heard what I told you.” Next, it sounded like my wife whispered something, and I heard a “what honey?”....”I can't hear you and neither can anyone else.” Then my wife said aloud, softly, but still loud enough for me to clearly hear, “will you fuck me.” “What” he said in reply, “what, still can't hear you,” and my wife said “fuck me.”

“Is that any way to ask for a favor?” he said. “Didn't mommy and daddy teach you any manners? What do you say?” “Please,” was her reply. “Please what baby,” he said in return. “Please fuck me?” she replied. “You're gonna have to do better than that,” he told her, “let's hear a little more sincerity.”

“Please fuck me,” she pleaded, “PLEASE.” “That's better,” he said, “now tell me you love me.” “What?” she said. “You heard me, tell me you love love.” There was a long pause before my wife said robotically “I love you baby, please fuck me.”

Then, to the surprise of all of us I think, even his friend, he said, “no,” followed by another long pause before he said, “but I will let you show me how much you want it by fucking me. I want to see those big tits while you ride my cock. You do all the fucking while I just lay here.”

There was movement on the bed, and I heard my wife moan “ahhhh” as she apparently sunk her married cunt down on his cock, and once more, the bed began to squeak. “Oh yeah honey, that's it, ride that cock like the slut you are.”

“Get in here and get ready to take that ass,” he ordered his friend. “This whore wants to be doubled. Don't ya slut.” The bed continued to squeak but my wife remained silent. “I asked you a question whore,” he shouted. “You want my friend to take your ass while you ride my cock?” “Yes,” my wife answered. “Yes what whore?” he asked again. “Yes I want your friend to fuck me in the ass while I ride your cock.”

“You heard the whore,” he said, “she wants your cock in her ass, so let her have it.”

She likes it,” he said to his friend, and laughed. “If the cunt's husband could see the look on her face right now he'd shit,” he said, laughing some more. “Hey hubby,” he directed to me, “you married a huge fucking slut.”

My wife didn't say anything but I could hear the noises she was making. I had been telling myself she was doing what she felt she had to do, but I could hear the sounds of sex: wet sloppy sounds, skin slapping, and the bed squeaking out a steady deliberate rhythm, and I began to think he was telling the truth, In spite of myself I found the thought tremendously arousing. Not being able to see for myself because of the pillow case over my head, the sounds poured into me and were amplified by my imagination.

Then I heard my wife get vocal. “Ugh, ugh, ugh” she sputtered. I could hear the smug arrogance in the voice that next said “you want us to stop?"...along with a rising crescendo and increasing rhythm from the squeaking bed, and my wife just said: “no.” Before I could turn away to hide my arousal, I felt the cold bedroom air on my now stiff cock and flushed with shame and embarrassment knowing that my cock had escaped my pajamas and waved to anyone who looked my own involuntary complicity in what was happening.

Afterwards, my wife rolled off and ended up laying right beside me, spent. “I'm sorry,” she said, “I couldn't help it,” sounding like she might be crying a little. The bed was still for several minutes, then one of them, I guessed the less dominate of the two, rolled off the bed on the other side and said to his friend, “we need to get going. It's going to get light out pretty soon.” The more dominate one appeared to be still laying on the bed, my wife between us. He said, “Ok, get everything in the car and wait for me, I won't be long.”

I felt movement again on the bed and felt extra weight to my side and knew he had moved on top of my wife. The bed was still for a moment and quiet. Then I felt a weight on me and a steady movement and realized that my wife had opened her leg's for him and he was fucking her. With his weight on her she couldn't scoot away from me and couldn't open her legs to him without draping her right leg over me. Every thrust into her cunt transferred the movement from her leg to me and made me an inadvertent partner to their coupling.

The steady slow squeak... squeak...squeak...squeak, of the bed was the only sound for a while, until I began to hear a high pitched but low volume, “oh...oh...oh...oh” in time with each squeak. Her elbow bumped my head as she moved her arms and I realized she had wrapped them around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. The “oh....oh....oh” was louder, but muffled now by his mouth upon hers.

I felt her begin thrusting back at him. My cock was again stiff and poking out of my pajamas into the cold bedroom but I didn't want to move away from my contact with her body. The oh oh oh morphed into mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, and she moaned out “ oh god I can't believe this," and finally a prolonged "ohhhhhhh."

I realized they were making out. It was her kissing him like this after everything that had happened that sent me over the edge and unable to contain myself, my cock, without ever being touched, spurted out four ropes of cum in response.

[sultrydxrling]

R@PE FANTASY/CNC/KIDNAPPING/FEM READER/ROUGH CNC.

I love stuff that's written or acted out in person. That's just some sick daydream you have, and your partner agrees to act it out with you.

Meeting somewhere in public once as husband and wife but now as strangers.

You see me in a cafe and follows me around for most of the day, keeping track of who I'm with, my movements as you always do.

I'm just shopping by myself at a market and he follows me there. I don't have a car because I take public transport so I don't stand a chance of being found when you kidnap me

You approach me as I leave the store. "Hey, I've kind of seen you around today. Do you need help with your grocery bags? Looks like a lot to carry."

I smile and think nothing of it and consider your offer. "I think I've got it.",

As I say that one of the bag handles on the cheap plastic bags snaps, and a few of my things fall onto the floor.

I sigh and look down at the fallen things. You laugh at me in amusement and help me pick them up. "Come one. I'll give you a ride home. Besides, I see some cold tuff like milk that might spoil in this hot sun."

It was pretty hot, and I was starting to sweat through my shirt. You led me to your car and pulled out of the shopping center parking lot.

I gave you the address to head to and noticed a few wrong turns, then you pressed a button near your side or the car and all of the doors to the car locked.

I began to panic freezing up. "I don't- think this is the way to my place. We were supposed to turn a mile back-"

You interrupt me. "I'm not taking you to your place."

My heart sinks, I can't escape the car, my best bet would be to run for it whenever we got where we were going, but there was no promise that I would make it out alive if you had a concieled weapon. But I'd have to try.

The rest of the ride was painfully quiet and you'd look over form me time to time, seemingly admiring your new victim. How many came before me? Im not sure.

What I didn't know was that I was your first and only victim, your favorite. You'd been stalking me for a few months and I was a prize to be won.

We pulled into the driveway of a relatively nice-looking house. Which id have assumed to be shabby and scary looking, but it was a normal house. You walked around and opened the door for me, and I stepped out.

Before you could reach for me I tried desperately to make a run for it, now in seemingly the middle of nowhere. I hear a mumbled-

"Shit! Get back here."

, as I began to sprint. I heard a small sound and then my body was hut with a slight pinching sensation followed by a writhing pain that seemed to erupt from my very nervous system.

I could hear the electrical hum and buzz of the tazer you'd fired at me as I fell to the ground, writhing in pain as it stopped sending the current. Your muscles proceeded to spasm for a moment after and you came over and picked me up by my hair, dragging me to my feet.

You made me walk into the house and threw me down on the couch, I rolled off and curled up behind it just out of your sight. Though you still obviously knew where I was. I shook softly with fear as you re-entered the house.

You walked up to the couch and grabbed me again, leading me up to your bedroom and threw me in, locking the door.

"Stay here, pet."

I heard the click and tried everything. I searched desperately for open windows and anywhere I could hide away from you.

I managed to wriggle under the bed, though obvious, it felt safe until you returned, a roap and duck tape in my our hands. I have to cover my mouth to keep from whimpering at the sight. I try to force my breathing to be quiet as you stalk around the room. "Where are you, Doll? I just wanna play some dress up okay? I'll take such good care of you-"

You checked everywhere in the room, the bathroom attached, and then you stopped before the bed. My heart sank to the deepest pit of my stomach. I saw some movement and heard the sound of duct tape ripping, my whole body seemed to quake and I tried to shrink back against the wall, unabllle to move far enough away from the edges. You leaned down and grabbed hold of my arm-

"There you are little bunny! thought you could hide from me?"

I winced and cried out as I was pulled out from the bed and tossed on top of it. Within seconds, your body weight was on mine, holding me down as you pushed ducktape against my mouth with one hand, the other restraining my wrists.

"Just stay still sweetheart. It'll be alright- Just stay still for me- stop struggling-"

I cried out and flailed and kicked around, trying to get out from under you as you tied my wrists together with the rope, it felt rough against my skin and you tied it tightly, enough to leave a bruise later. You hung the rope of my wrists on the hook I hadn't seen above your bed. I proceeded to try to flail and kick to the best of my ability till you tied my legs open to the bedposts.

You pulled a knife from your pocket and ran it up the sides of my jeans, up my legs to my hips, then over my stomach and chest. With one strong swoop, you held onto my shirt and sliced it open, exposing my sports bra. You worked your way down and sliced into the fabric of my jeans, with a few slices this time, finally managing to get them off.

the knife then ran up gently over my bare legs, slowing down at my hips as you teased the blade closer and closer to my clit. You gently ran the blade tip over my slit between the lips and I found myself heavily aroused though against my own will. It was such a light teasing feeling that caused my panties to dampen. The blast then ran up my stomach to my chest, cutting my bra off roughly and my breasts hung freely.

You examined the small but still growing wet spot on my panties and laughed mockingly, tickling my pussy with your blade some more.

"Yeah, Bunny? Do you like how my blade feels? Dont worry, I'll be making good use of it."

you smiled a menacing grin that told me you had been patiently and hungrily waiting for just this moment. Hunter finally meets prey. You pushed the knife softly against my pussy, just over the entrance, and I found myself carefully bucking my hips at the sensation, afraid of the possible cut but needing the feeling of something against me.

"That's it. It's like instinct, huh?"

I nod and keep quiet, the only noise coming from me is a faint gasp every time I almost knick (cut) myself on the blade. you let me grind for a moment before cutting my panties off to reveal my dripping cunt. You strip in front of me, got you're so handsome. I hadn't noticed before, and your cock was throbbing as soon as you freed your length from your jeans.

"Fuck, you're soaked-"

You groaned softly and climbed onto the need, blade in hand as you lined yourself up with my hole- "No-wait- please do-", This is muffled by the tape but I am interrupted as your length fills me roughly, the knife blade being pushed to my throat. this quick action caused my ussy to throb around your aching cock, massaging you for extra pleasure.

you thrust deeply and roughly into me, lost in the sensation of my wet walls, gripping at you tightly. you adjust yourself upright and toss the knife to the side as you take my neck in one of your hands, the other bracing under my shoulder to use me as your leverage, thrusting harder now that you can pull me onto you.

I start to lose oxygen and my vision goes black for a moment. I try to pull myself to consciousness but I can feel you using that to your advantage, loosening your grip until I clearly come to then squeezing again. It was like you were edging me. My limbs grew numb and tired from holding me.

you grabbed my throat roughly, squeezing till what felt like near death as you filled me with your hot cum, I squirted roughly against you, my orgasm causing my vision to go further black than the lack of oxygen did.

"Fuck, you're so good. I think I'm going to keep you-", You giggle softly as he lets go of your throat and you come to. After fantasy: You kiss my cheeks and untie me, kissing the tape over my mouth, then trailing those kisses down my stomach and this as you untie my legs. "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud. did you have fun?" You nod, though smile because he seems to have forgotten the tape. Once you're untied he chuckles.

"Oh, right haha.", He gently removed the tape and brought you into his arms, holding you tightly. "I had so much fun thank you."

"Never a problem. I also put the groceries away earlier when you were locked in here, I didn't want the milk to go bad." "That's wonderful thank you baby."

[voidofryu]

Stay

[Vincent Sinclair x gender neutral!Reader]

SPOILERS FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE PLANNING TO OR HAVEN'T WATCHED FINISHED HOUSE OF WAX YET

TW: SLIGHT VIOLENCE

So I was flipping through my previous sketchbook and found a long handwritten fanfiction about Vincent and thought: "why not put it in Tumblr?" Also, don't request any horror slashers because I don't watch popular slasher movies or horror movies in general. I watched House of Wax because of Vincent but didn't expect the gore in there. I just did this post mainly for my own entertainment but if you guys like this, I'm glad :] More jjba fanfics coming soon!

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How did this happen? I remembered I was just trying to go on a road trip, that's all. I didn't think it would be like this, I thought everything was going great for once. Now I'm here, hands tied behind my back with duct tape on my mouth. What exactly happened before this again?

Oh, that's right. Me and my friends were just trying to go on a road trip when they had to stop because the car had no gasoline. All of us set out to find a gas station and met someone. He had a cap on with small stubble and it looked like he was throwing dead animals. He told us there was a gas station ahead and offered to drive us there. Of course, my friends agreed.

We reached at a small town called Ambrose and it looked like a ghost town but at least there was gasoline. We were about to leave when my friend, Amelie suggested to check out the building named: 'House of Wax'. The entire building was made of wax and there was even wax figures in there.

I can't remember when I blacked out but I heard my another friend, Mason screamed so me and Amelie ran out to find his girlfriend, Jane on the ground, bleeding while Mason fought with a person who is presumably the killer. Me and Amelie ran but then we heard Mason falling on the ground and a knife being pulled out and more flesh sounds. I started to run even faster as I heard Amelie scream then getting cut short.

Before I knew it, something hit the back of my head and I passed out.

3rd person pov: (describing on what happened when you blacked out)

After Bo made you faint, he threw you over his shoulder and brought you over to his house.

"Vincent!"

He shouted. A tall man with a wax mask walked towards his brother with a questioning gaze.

"Here, you know what to do."

Bo then handed you off to Vincent while Vincent carried you bridal style.

After Bo left the house to clean up the bodies, Vincent took you down to the basement and was about to put you down on the metal table when he took a glance at your peaceful face. You were so perfectly curled up in his arms that he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation rising up to his cheeks. Then, he decided something that would change his and your life forever. He decided to keep you in his little domain.

Vincent placed you on his bed, straightening your legs before tying up your ankles together and then putting your arms behind and tying your wrists. He then laid you down on the bed before brushing your hair slightly and gently. Vincent then stood up and went back to the table to finish what he was doing.

Back to your pov:

And now here I am, sitting up on the bed and looking at my captor while he was doing something. Right beside me was a black and white dog, it was sleeping so I nudged it with my knee. Fortunately, it woke up and it sat up looking at me with doe eyes. I smiled at it using my eyes and I tried directing its gaze to the ropes around my wrists. It didn't work as it started licking me and panting.

Somehow, my captor heard the dog panting and whipped his head to look at me. I flinched under his gaze and backed up until my back hit the pillows. He then signaled towards the dog to go somewhere and I watched it run off. It's his dog, no wonder it wasn't following my instructions.

I looked back at my captor and we made eye contact, our faces were inches away from each other, I could even hear his breathing behind the mask he was wearing. Suddenly, the man before me turned back and grabbed something under his bed. It was a notebook as he began to open it, he then took a pencil from the bedside table and started writing on it. He can't talk? After he was done writing in it, he reached for my face and I flinched slightly but surprisingly, I was met with a warm and soft touch.

I took a peek at the notebook and saw his name on the cover of it, it was upside down but I still managed to read it. Vincent, Vincent Sinclair. Just then, his right hand held my cheek and his left hand slowly peeled the tape off of my mouth. I didn't want to make him mad so I didn't scream.

Vincent then took the notebook and placed it on my lap, it read:

"I'm not here to hurt you"

I looked up at him and let out a shaky sentence:

"...why did you bring me here..?"

It was quiet but it was enough for him to hear. He spaced out for a bit before writing on the notebook.

"You are perfect. You didn't struggle like the others."

Vincent then started writing again.

"Stay here. Don't move."

I nodded slowly and watched him go upstairs and for once, the room was silent. Aside from the fire crackling, of course. I was thinking of calling for the dog so I started to whistle. No sound. I whistled again, louder this time.

Soon, I heard something coming downstairs. Or maybe, someone. In a split second, I was forcefully pinned down by the guy that killed my friends from earlier.

"How are you still alive?!"

He yelled.

"W-what??"

I yelled back, scared. The man smashed a glass bottle in rage and shards came flying everywhere, I managed to grab one using my mouth and spat it at him. It cut his face just a little bit but he fell back due to the pain. Then, I sat back up and grabbed one glass shard that was on the bed and started cutting the rope. I was so close to freeing myself before the man shouted:

"THAT'S IT! IF THAT FREAK WOULDN'T DO IT, THEN I WILL!!"

I freed my hands and was going for my ankles when he pinned me down again, his hands now gripping a sharp knife, it was held so close to my neck. The blade slightly cut me and it was about to go deeper until I heard frantic footsteps coming down.

Before I knew it, the man pinning me down was roughly pushed to the side and his back hit the wall harshly. What stood before me was Vincent, checking if my face had any wounds or not. When his eyes laid on my neck, he sent a hard glare to the man who was getting on his feet.

"ARE YOU SERIOUSLY PROTECTING THEM?! I TOLD YOU TO KILL THEM!"

The man yelled at Vincent.

Then suddenly, Vincent pulled me in closer. His right hand on my head while the other held my back. He was hugging me.

"Oh, I see..you got eyes on them now, huh?"

The man said, mockingly.

Vincent growled deeply, that threatening gaze never leaving. Soon, the man groaned in annoyance and stomped upstairs.

Vincent looked at me and even though he was wearing a mask, I could see his eyes softening. I suddenly winced when I felt something brushed up the wound on my neck, it was his hand. He started panicking and started looking around, probably looking for a first aid kit. I had to reassure him that I am alright and I am fine. It seemed to calm him down a little bit.

After bandaging me up a little bit, Vincent then sat on the bed and put me in between his legs before back hugging me. He put his head on my shoulder and reached for the notebook on his bed before slowly writing:

"Stay here with me"

[cataschism]

I don’t think I have a post anywhere discussing Michel’s timeline in his normal, canon universe, so I wanted to elaborate on that below!

Michel lives in New York, born to Amelia and James D’Aubigny, lives a pretty normal life until his early twenties. He’s diagnosed with severe OCD as a teenager, and never quite figures out the way to cope with his intrusive thoughts and compulsions. He suffers immensely with contamination , body-focused, and relationship OCD. He does the usual compulsions: washing his hands until they’re raw, speaks in specific rhythmic patterns to achieve symmetry in his syllables, and a few twitches to his arms and shoulders release a bit of pressure in his old noggin’.

It isn’t until he takes forensics in university that he learns his passion. He flies through undergraduate and eventually gets his master’s in forensic science, becoming a forensic scientist in the NYPD where he’ll have (basically) unlimited access to bodies and crime scenes.

There, he meets Lannister O’Hare and Ransom Dauteuil, good-cop bad-cop frenemies on the force who do their part in disliking Michel &. finding him weird. Michel enjoys his time with them, especially with Ransom, who he takes a particular liking to. Ransom is a good four or five years his junior, with Laney a tad older than Ransom.

It’s important to know that Michel often views people he enjoys being around as being his “property,” somewhat due to relieving an intrusive thought that all people are both sick &. will leave him, so he can alleviate both intrusive thoughts by making sure they are clean by never leaving them alone. He also meets a woman, Artemis, who he sees as an extension of himself, and refuses to let her leave his vicinity. They date for multiple years. (Ages 22-27.)

Somewhere around meeting those three, Michel starts his serial killer streak. He kills exclusively cops, and often stalks them for several months beforehand. His method is to stalk the cop and the cop’s family, get into their home when the cop is alone (preferred) and kill him then, redress him in clean clothes, clean the house and pose the corpse, and then leave the scene. If necessary, he has duct-taped the wife and/or children’s mouths, and stuffed them into closets for the duration of his “art.”

An important note is that the three of them on the force - Ransom, Laney and Michel are all rather friendly for a while. When they’re able to be alone, Michel is honest with Ransom when he gets asked blunt questions - do you kill people, namely - and Michel tells Ransom that he’s going to go after him as his grand finale. The only one who knows.

Laney doesn’t get told, even though he has his suspicions about Michel. Ransom also doesn’t tell Laney, due to the fear on his life. 

He kills roughly 6-7 cops before he tries to kill Ransom. Failing to get him deep enough in the throat, Ransom lives. Unlike the other killings, it’s not in Ransom’s house being posed, but the night after the final murder where he almost gets caught by Ransom and Laney. He attempts to take Ransom out but fails to. 

Laney tells him that he has one chance to get out of the city and never return if he doesn’t want to get locked up in prison for life, and Michel listens. He leaves New York, and never returns. 

Additionally: for his canon universe, I’m not sure what exactly happens to Artemis. In some iterations, he kills her because she asks him to - for love. In others, she gets away from him and he never hears from her again. Most times, Artemis is just a fleeting part of Michel’s life, but maybe the only time he had any true affection for another person.

[edgessunflower]

Love can you do something about a Chyna x Fem!reader and your survival/ natural disaster experiment kidnapping?? Love you lotsssss 🫶🫶🫶

Ooooh okay!

You mean so much more

Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader

Description: After being abducted and found, your friend Chyna tells you what she's been wanting to for a few years

Warning: Abduction, physical assault, trauma, and emotions

You feel the breeze blow past you as you walk and get in your car, until you feel a hand on your mouth and a knife on your throat "Scream and I'll cut your throat" you feel tears brim as they take you out of your car and throw you in the trunk of another. You are yanked out by your hair and thrown into what you assumed was the basement of a house, you are bound and duct taped to a chair as you begin to cry as they hit and yell at you meanwhile at your house your friends Chyna and Rey feel worried as Eddie walks in "I have called her and she isn't answering something isn't right" eddie grabs his phone and calls Chavo to meet with him to find you while rey leaves to go search around town, and chyna calls the police stating that you had to have been hurt or even worse, the police question her as the boys come back telling them that rey found your car in town in the pharmacy parking lot with all your personal effects inside which immediately made them file you as a missing person. You feel the adrenaline and energy in your body slowly seep out of you as you lay on the floor bleeding, shaking, and crying after being tortured yet again, you try to understand why this was happening to you but you couldn't since they didn't rob you or take your car let alone rape and murder you yet for whatever reason, you are pulled out of your thoughts when you hear yelling and suddenly loud footsteps which makes your heart race and pound as you see people in front of you "Ma'am listen we're police your safe we're getting you out of here" you cry as you are carried out on a stretcher and rushed to the hospital questioned by a detective on the way until you passed out from blood loss. You wake up to see a nurse above you checking on your vitals "Glad to see you're awake you have some people who are worried about you" you feel tears flow as your mind processes what happened to you earlier and you quietly cry as the door opens "Gracias a dios you're alive" you smile as rey hugs you "Jesus how did you survive?" you look at him as you cry more "Because I knew if I didn't, all of you would never be okay again" he cries with you as he sits next to you for an hour, you giggle as you see a relieved chavo and eddie yell "Girasol!" they hug you tightly while being mindful of your physical state "You are one of the strongest and bravest people I have ever known estimada" you shake your head as they talk to you before leaving to go pick up food not just for themselves but for you and two other people after you fall asleep, you wake up after feeling a warm light touch on your hand and crying when you see chyna by your side "It was you, you made sure I was found" she holds you in her arms as you cry and slowly tell her of everything that happened soon you feel wetness on your gown looking to see chyna crying as well "I thought I lost you, that I would never tell you everything" you look at her with confusion and patience as she sighs "You mean more to me, you mean so much more than you know and I wanted to tell you but when you didn't come home I thought the worst" you stop her with a kiss that made you both cry and hold each other more "I love you Chyna" she smiles as she takes her shoes off and lays next to you in your bed, quickly warning the three boys to be quiet when they walk in to find you asleep in her arms.

[zzzallnite]

- Brotherly Love -

High school was never easy for a geek like me. I was always the butt of the jokes and constantly bullied by my more popular peers. I truly thought that things would be different when I went to college. However, I found out the hard way that the jocks in college are even worse, since we are “technically adult”, so they could freely torment others, and the rest of us are expected to handle it maturely. At least there, I’ll have my big bro Alex, who is already a senior, to watch for my back. My brother, despite always teasing me at home, is definitely a protective type. And he’s always more confident, assertive and never take shit from anybody. I always feel a little embarrassed to admit that I have a crush on my own brother, so I was thrilled when I went to the same college as he did, so that the two of us could have more time together.

In our college, there’s something called “The Initiation”, which is a welcoming ceremony for the freshmen, or at least, that’s what they told me, and I was naïve enough to believe that they were welcoming toward someone like me. The hazing happened that day, I don’t even want to talk about it until this day, and no one knows about it, even my big brother. But whenever we converse, I could tell that the brother connection that we have allows him to feel something’s off with me, even when I tell him that things are okay. I just wish that my brother was not that perceptive as a person, so that he could be kept out of the troubles that I’ll drag him into.

Fast forward to the first day of back to college after spring break, and the jocks decided to throw a party at the frat house, and I was unfortunately selected as their human piñata this time. They ambushed me at my dorm room and wrapped me in duct tape, leaving me dangling from the ceiling of their house. One of the guys grabbed a baseball bat and shouted, “Let’s bring out the candies!! Woohooo!!” Suddenly my brother busted in the room and yelled, “GET OFF HIM, you little suckers!”

Unfortunately, before Alex could throw hands and defend my honor, some guys already sneakily tackled him; my brother was a pretty well-built guy, but he was outnumbered. They locked his hands behind his back, exposing his belly toward the barrel of the Spud gun pointing at him. “Hrgggh!!!” Alex grunted and gasped for air as a projectile hit him in the solar plexus, but the sudden cut off of oxygen caused him to instantly go limp in the arms of his wranglers. I tried to yelled, but the tape over my mouth muffled the sound, while the entire room started bursting out in laughter like a bunch of hyenas. One of the guys checked on Alex, holding his head up by the chin and pulling up his eyelids; “He’s out! He’s out!” he yelled. Bret, the ring leader of the house, shouted at the passed out Alex, “Not so tough now, huh!” One of the frat guys then whipped out a brown bottles, “Hey, check out what I smuggled from the chem lab. I heard that it’s safe to use. I would want to try it on our donkey, but I guess his boy here is “willing” to take his place instead!”

Without hesitation, Bret pulled out Alex’s black crew sock and soaked it with the liquid from the bottle. He then held the stinky rag over the already unconscious Alex’s mouth and nose. Meanwhile, another passed Alex’s brown biker boots around the circle of guys so they could all sniff it, while he enjoyed Alex’s remaining socked feet by himself. Bret then ordered two more guys to help him strip Alex down; one by one, his jeans, leather jackets and blue boxer brief were lying on the beer- and cum-stained carpet, until only the completely unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt and the other crew sock were left on his limp body. Bret started to strip all of his clothes off except for his dirty Nike socks and put on Alex’s boots; the guys wrapped my brother’s arms around their shoulders and propped him up in a squatting position, allowing Bret to slide down underneath him and churn my brother’s backdoor with his rock hard cock until a sticky load of cum oozed out. I could only watch in horror as the frat guys took turn and do the same thing, while my brother was completely helpless.

After all the boys in the room had finished with Alex, they started to turn over to me, who was still dangling from the ceiling with duct tape like a cocoon. “Oh, don’t worry. There’s still plenty of protein left for you!” Bret looked at me and smirked. Someone then put the chemical-soaked sock over my nose; it smelled so sweet and familiar, probably because I’d already got used to Alex’s smell. Combining with the sight of my brother, unconscious and spread eagle on the floor, I couldn’t contain myself and my penis started to erect. In this compromising position, however, there was nowhere that I could hide my raging bulge, and at this point, I just gave myself up to the erotic scent of the sock. Before I passed out, I could see that Bret and the frat house was howling with excitement, preparing themselves for the sweet treat...