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willowser-but-nsfw · 1 year ago

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now we're partners in crime—

gojo x f!reader wc: 4k+ tags: modern au, no smut but it is a mentioned subject throughout, intoxication to the point of slight memory loss (referenced), gojo being gojo, f!reader (referred to as 'wife' and 'bride', etc.) takes place in you guessed it las vegas, so there's some american stuff in here inspired by the katy perry song 'waking up in vegas'

many things are immediately concerning when you wake up.

the first being that you're laid up in a bathtub and not entirely naked, wearing some ridiculously scandalous lingerie you would never buy for yourself while in your right mind — though you think that might be precisely the problem. that you weren't.

you have no recollection of getting into this...outfit, which is little more than too-tight ribbons and misplaced pasties and strips of crotchless, white material. it's so open and exposing that you are horrifyingly embarrassed, hands clumsily rushing to cover the bits of you that are all out even if you are in a hotel bathroom by yourself.

the thought of anyone seeing you in this nonsense nearly has you sinking further down into the tub and turning the faucet on high until the water runs up and over your head, but someone would come to find you eventually, and they would catch just as much of an eyeful as whoever tied you into this crap.

and someone certainly did, because there's no way you could have gotten into this alone, either stone-cold sober or sloshed out of your mind. which you're quite sure you were. had to have been.

there are faint and distorted memories tickling the sensitive skin of your throat, of cherry-stained lips and rushed, slurred whispers. "y'look so sexy," he says, and the little giggle pressed into your neck is innocent, childish compared to the wide hand gripping your ass cheek too hard.

the terribly concerning thing about this isn't that you don't know who that man is, but rather that you do. all too well. and now your head is pounding and your stomach is turning and your hangover is coming in full force at the realization that you may have, in fact, fucked your best friend.

but even that isn't the most concerning thing. no, waking up in a bathtub with few memories of your wild, first night in las vegas has nothing on the glittering, heavy diamond ring on your finger.

you don't know anything about carats but someone — that you hope and pray is not gojo satoru — has bought you a whole crop of them.

it seems as if an eternity passes before you can haul yourself up and over the edge of the tub, though it probably only takes about 10 minutes in total. on all fours, you feel like a little show cow, with fabric everywhere except for where it should be, and you're almost so overcome by your embarrassment that you turn back for the tub.

but there's a faint ringing coming from outside the door. an annoying, too-cheerful noise that you realize is what's woken you up in the first place, because it hasn't stopped for ages. a ring-tone that, again, has your stomach dropping from the familiarity.

maybe it's getou, you try to tell yourself, come to find gojo's phone because the clown ran off without it too late last night and is now panicking. maybe shoko and suguru and satoru are all sober as can be and you've just made a big fool of yourself, all by yourself, and everything is totally fine; you'd happily be labeled a sloppy drunk rather than...whatever it is your brain is trying to piece together right now.

you're not actually any more covered on the ground like this, but it gives you some semblance of comfort as you open the bathroom door and peer out down the hall — which is made of marble flooring and a crumpled-up white, mink rug, gold picture frames lining the pristine white walls. you can see clear across the room, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are all city skyline and a cloudless blue day.

and this is absolutely not the room the four of you booked.

not that it was some backwater, mysteriously-stained-carpet-esque motel room, but it was a bottom-floor rental, and definitely not on the strip, as this king-fucking-suite seems to be. definitely not littered with rose petals and pictures of greek goddesses (?) and a cardboard cut out of elvis presley.

the first piece of real clothing you come across while crawling along the floor is a black blazer that had clearly been tossed into a haphazard clump last night; you hate to imagine why. you yank it on as quickly as your lead-heavy limbs will let you and button it up as far as it will go. a good portion of your chest is exposed, still, but it goes to nearly your knees, because it's fitted for some stupid, tall idiot.

— and said stupid idiot is passed out in the middle of the hotel room, half of one leg kicked up on the couch. there's a sticky, splotchy puddle — of old champagne, you guess, if the empty bottle in his hand is anything to go by — right next to his stupid idiot head, and if he were to only turn his face a little, it'd get all in his hair. you wish it would.

satoru is also entirely shirtless, with the button of his slacks undone and a peek of his black, expensive briefs staring you in the face.

for a moment, you're surprised; all his dumb designer clothes make him seem too slinky, like a limp string-bean, and you didn't expect him to be as...thick as he is. still lean, moreso than even suguru, but there's a soft roundness to his shoulders, which have never looked so wide beneath his fancy shirts.

he has pecs. smooth abs that you want to poke, maybe bite. you're also trying not to care about the snow-white happy trail underneath his belly button.

the first thing you do is whack him in the head.

"gojo!" you hiss, hugging the blazer closer to your body as he whines and, unfortunately, turns further from the mess on the floor. "wake up!"

his glasses are nowhere to be seen, hopefully broken or lost for good, and he only manages to crack a single baby-blue open before covering his face with his hands and groaning out in pain. "did you hit me?" he asks, muffled and delayed, so you do it again to be more clear. "ah!" he cries, "why are you hitting me?"

"b-because! where are my clothes?"

you can see the brush of his light eyelashes against his fingers as his eyes open beneath his hands, and then he's sitting straight up, interested, smile growing at the sight of your bare legs.

gojo has the nerve the laugh, infuriatingly similar to the one haunting your memories. "noooo clue."

"satoru," you grit, and the use of his first name has his face falling into something more serious. "this isn't funny. what—" you hold up your hand and point to the ring on your finger, face burning up when his eyes go wide. "—happened last night?"

but — you know what happened, don't you? because, try as you might to ignore the silky white dress draped across the back of the couch, you're looking into gojo's eyes and you can see them staring back at you underneath the cheap light in some shitty little chapel.

you gasp out loud as your hands go to twist in the roots of your hair, the realization a physical assault on your sanity. "what the fuck have we done?"

a small crease forms between gojo's brows, courtesy of his own hangover headache, and his lips press together evenly as he blinks in the sunshine pouring through the window. he's startlingly less bothered by this than you are and you think it's driving you even more crazy; sitting as if has hasn't just dropped who-knows-how-much on a giant, ugly ring and a suit and this honeymoon-esque-fucking-suite.

the lack of frenzy from him is only driving your anxiety up tenfold.

the annoying little ring-tone splits the air again and that finally prompts him to leave the floor, stumbling around to the kitchen as he knuckles at his eyes. he brightens for a moment and holds up a hand-written note left for you both that says "congrats newlyweds!".

satoru answers the call without a care, voice light and amused. "mr. and mrs. gojo speaking!"

the only very little, teeny-tiny upside to all this is that shoko and getou look just as hungover as you.

ieiri is still laughing, however, into her eggs and then into her mimosa and then fully, into her hands, when you glare at her from across the table. suguru seems unphased for the most part, though you didn't miss how big his eyes got at first sight of the ring on your finger.

there had been no choice but to slip back into the dress you'd worn last night, as it seems the rest of your clothes were in the hotel room where you should've been; gojo at least lets you keep the blazer. most of the buttons on his shirt are gone and you'd both spent too long, too much brain power, trying to figure out how to get it to stay closed before meeting up with getou and shoko in one of the restaurants on the bottom floor of the hotel.

they confirm the worst.

the diagnosis? terminal. 'til death do you part.

"i can't believe you let me do this," you moan, dropping your head to the smooth, cool surface of the table; it doesn't alleviate your headache whatsoever. "why did you let me do this? how could you let me do this to myself?"

"oh, you both were very adamant about it," shoko snorts, downing the rest of her drink in one shot. you don't know how she does it; the very thought of alcohol makes you want to be sick. "wouldn't take no for an answer."

your face falls back into your hands, all doom and gloom. you want to refute such a claim, vehemently disagree that you would want to marry gojo satoru under any circumstances — but there apparently are circumstances that have led you right here. beside gojo, who is drenching a fat stack of pancakes in syrup.

he only grins. "i always knew you found me irresistible."

"look what you've let me do," you cry, digging your hands back in your hair as you send ieiri a pleading look, as if she could go back in time and stop you from ever getting into this mess. "you've let me ruin my life!"

getou sighs, head falling back against the booth you're sitting in. "it can't be that hard to undo. must happen all the time."

gojo chokes at that. "what? you would dare suggest the d-word on our first day as man and wife?"

you smack him again to shut him up, though he only frowns at you, cheeks full of food. "we are undoing this!" you hiss, glaring at your own reflection in the over-sized glasses shoko has let him borrow. "and you're paying for it!"

gojo chooses violence in that moment, by reaching out to catch the attention of the waitress walking by. "excuse me, do you mind getting my bride a cup of coffee? she gets a little grumpy in the morning without her caffeine, you know how it is."

you launch forward in the seat to strangle him, but he's quick to deflect by looping an arm around your shoulders, just before you get your hands on his throat. he yanks you close to his side, hard enough that you feel the phantom pain of his grip on your sore ass, from the night before, and then you catch sight of all the purple hickies just under his collar.

the unshakable reminder has you shrinking back into yourself, unintentionally nestling deeper against his side due to your blazing hot shame. it's mortifying suddenly, to realize it's public knowledge that you've married and screwed your best friend in the same night. maybe even the same hour. and he's seen you in that ridiculous lingerie.

the truth is that you don't know how to take this. you don't know how you feel about this. being married to him, having been bedded by him. you know he's not the reputation he tries so hard to uphold, as some playboy douche-bag; satoru is nothing but a goofball, a bit of a nerd about mathematics while also shouldering a substantial amount of emotional trauma.

you've known him since college, when you and shoko shared that crappy little apartment off-campus and spent too many nights playing beer pong with your only other two idiot friends — who are conveniently sitting in this booth with you.

he's slept in your bed more times than you can count, because he's too stubborn to sleep on the couch, and you were the link between he and getou when they stopped talking for a while. you don't know what the real deal is with megumi and tsumiki, but you've housed them, too; brought their lunch to school and washed their clothes when gojo forgot to pay the water bill, after he decided to stop living off his family's money.

you don't know how you feel being married to him, even if it's only for 24 hours. you don't know how you feel about crossing such an intimate boundary, or how you feel about not remembering any of it.

gojo, on the other hand, seems to feel great about all this, though the look getou gives him across the table doesn't go unnoticed; disappointment, almost. an are-you-serious kind of look.

"i'm never drinking again," you whine, frowning down at the diamond in your lap, sitting bright and sharp on your finger. it's too big for your taste, a bit gaudy, all for show; definitely satoru's style.

"good idea, peach," gojo nods, "let's agree to go sober."

"you didn't even drink that much—"

gojo interrupts suguru by raising a quick hand. "but we all know i'm a lightweight, so it doesn't take much to begin with."

shoko pokes through her phone and you notice the odd way she's angling it, almost like she's just snapped a picture of you and him snug together. you consider kicking her under the table, or throwing her phone in the obnoxious fountain blubbering over by the bathrooms.

she snickers. "i can't wait to tell utahime."

"you will not!" you squeak, suddenly wrenching yourself from gojo's grasp to scooch down to the other end of the booth, as if that could erase the evidence somehow. "we're getting divorced, like, right now!"

gojo — still seems unbothered, which only has your nerves flaring up again. "you know peach," —he pouts when you hiss at him to stop calling you that— "i'd move heaven and earth to make you happy, but unfortunately i can't find my credit card, so you'll have to put a hold on breaking up our family."

"you what?"

"yeah, what?" getou screws his face up, crosses his arms. "who do you think is paying for all your food?"

"suguru," he gasps, scandalized, "you would make the newlyweds pay for—"

"oh my god, get out!" you fuss, reeling your leg back to literally kick gojo's ass out of the seat. "get out, get out now! we're going back to that room and we're not leaving until we find your stupid card!"

"honey," gojo laughs, sweet and light, sending a chill down your spine as he is gladly steered by you. "don't be so forward in front of our friends."

"shut up!"

you re-tear apart the already torn apart hotel room.

there's not much to sort through, which is both good and bad for your pending annulment; helpful, because it means there isn't much in between you and gojo's credit card, but also unfortunate, because you rip the place to shreds and still can't find the stupid thing.

you're met with plenty of other things, though, that only serve to make your body hot and your brain fuzzy.

all the buttons of gojo's shirt, for one, which are scattered in various places across the floor, where they must have flown when one of you ripped it open. there's a ridiculous assortment of chocolates that, at one point, spelled out something —married!; gojo digs into them immediately with an excited little "oh!" as you crawl around on the floor.

whatever it was you woke up in gets shoved in the trash, and you don't even speak about it to satoru.

it eats away at you, though, the flitting images that cycle through your brain, the muddled memories you have of this ridiculous hotel room. the more you look, the more comes back to you, and you eventually can't stop replaying the way he'd thrown your dress up over your head, or the hand you stuck down his pants.

to no surprise at all, gojo isn't really helping. instead lounging on the couch, shoes kicked off, little foil wrappers in his lap. when he notices you staring at him, remembering, he smiles his coy little smile. "c'mon," he starts, "being married to me can't be that bad, can it?"

it's only been a few hours, but it feels like the day has drug on, far too long; you only shake your head, raise a hand and say, "don't."

"i can take care of you," he continues, turning to prop his chin up on the back of the couch as you pace back and forth. "i can—"

"i don't need to be 'taken care of'—"

"—you know what i mean." he has the audacity to roll his eyes at you, but the smile on his face is dimming. "i'll do the cooking and cleaning."

you huff out a laugh. "satoru, you've never cooked anything in your life."

he ignores the diss. "is it because i've got kids? you don't have to be the step-mom—"

"god, stop," you groan, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes. they sting, suddenly, and you tell yourself it's only because of the migraine. "what are you—you can't be serious. why are you—i mean, what the hell?"

the hotel room goes entirely silent, and maybe it's because a phone isn't ringing in the background, but it feels like a completely different room. there's pink and red everything, bouquets to go with the petals littering the floor. the ring around your finger fits just right, but you force it to spin around and around, pinching at your skin because you can't keep your hands still.

satoru's face betrays nothing. you have no idea what he's thinking. why he's going so far, if this is all just another joke of his.

"we didn't, by the way," he tells you then, voice low and calm. "you went to throw up in the bathroom and never came back and i passed out on the floor."

you press your thumb into the center of your forehead, trying to tide back the frustration building in your waterline. "what? what do you mean?"

a small smile returns to his face, bringing about a rosiness with it. "our marriage was never consummated, i mean. we never got that far."

oh.

satoru is your best friend, one of them, and you decide, while looking at his tired eyes and soft smile, that maybe marrying him wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. getou gets on your nerves too much, with his grumpiness, and shoko is too flighty. utahime is maybe ideal, though you think nanami would be a good, safe choice.

and gojo, too. couldn't be too bad of a choice, with him.

you heave a sigh and come around to sit beside him on the couch, slumping back into his side — which was undeniably comfortable, down in the restaurant. the affection makes him hum, warm and happy into the crown of your head.

"every marriage has its ups and downs."

you dare to laugh, finally, at the situation. "i don't think i've been a very good wife."

"that's alright, peach," he yanks away, squirming as you try to pinch him. "i'm willing to try therapy to save this thing."

"you're stupid," you tell him childishly, though he only shrugs in response. "we have to figure this out, gojo. we have to — fix this."

"megumi will be out of the house in two years, if that's really the issue—"

you shake your head with another laugh as you get up to stretch your sore limbs, to rub at the tenderness still lingering in your buttcheek. "oh my god, it's not the kids, gojo!"

he laughs, too, though it sounds a little strained, like it's being forced from the back of his throat. "then what is it?"

"we're—" you shake your head again, at a loss from the seriousness dulling his eyes. "i mean, we've never even—we can't be married. we're—just friends, aren't we?"

there's a tension that hardens his face for a moment, solid enough that you get the feeling he's going to pull away somehow, from you and this conversation — but then it's falling away just as quickly, replaced by a look of exasperation. "we can be whatever you want."

another chill shudders down your spine at his honesty, his decision to be vulnerable, here, right now, with you. you've never been under the impression he had any...romantic feelings for you, and maybe that's been on purpose, out of fear of him and what loving him could mean. what losing him could mean.

"i think," you sigh, turning your attention back to the ring—your ring. "i think i'm going to give this back to you and you can hold onto it, if you want, and maybe give it to me in the future. after you cook me dinner and clean all the dishes."

he frowns, but it isn't too severe, playful once again. "so you're really gonna d-word me?"

"yes, satoru," you nod, unable to stop from smiling when he does, too. "i'm really going to d-word you. you're just gonna have to win me back, i guess."

"oh, challenge," he grins in full at that and rises to his feet, towering over you a bit. completely without ceremony, his hands come up to cup your face, thumbs brushing over the heat that swells in them. "it's good for us to shake things up every now and then, it'll keep our marriage fresh."

"yeah, great, i'm so glad you're so knowledgeable about this,"

"i'd be a perfect husband,"

—and he kisses you. so simply, so suddenly, a small peck to your lips as if it's nothing but natural.

"also," he kisses you again, a little firmer as your eyelashes flutter against his. "my credit card has been in the pocket this whole time."

"what?" you murmur, brain struggling to keep up with whatever he's saying between the press of his mouth to yours. the sharp breath he inhales through his nose is audible, felt against the skin of your cheek, and you almost throw the conversation out the window when he steps in closer to you.

but you yank away from him at the last second, as soon as you feel his lips curving into a smile.

"wait, what the hell?" you dig around in the pocket of the blazer only to find his little metal card, sitting there and waiting to be found. this time, he accepts the smack, because he knows he deserves it. "gojo!"

"what do they say? 'what happens in vegas, stays in vegas'?" he cups your face again, but it's only to squish your cheeks together to silence you, to smush your frown. "well, we don't leave for another two days, so i don't think you need to rush into tearing my heart into shreds."

you mean to tell him to shut up, but he doesn't let you, and you decide not to fight him on it this time.

—because you are working on your marriage, after all.

you're in the bathroom, washing your hands up after crawling around on the floor, when you feel another painful throb in your asscheek. only — it's less of a throb, really, and more of a stinging. almost like you have a scrape of some kind.

from out in the room, satoru laughs, cackles, wholly elated.

"hey peach, you're never gonna guess what's tattooed on my butt!"

#GET UP AND SHAKE THE GLITTER OFF YOUR CLOTHES NOW #THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR WAKING UP IN VEGAS #i know the lyric is 'don't CALL your mother 'cause—' but i just thought it looked cute he he #okie have this byeeeeee #STILL INSECURE OF MY CHARACTERIZATION OF HIM BYE GOODBYE BURYING MYSELF ALIVE OFHHSGG #the mortifying ordeal of having to tag #gojo x reader #gojo x female reader #× gojo ×#× willow writes ×

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gingermintpepper · 2 months ago

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"…Do you like snakes?" The question is innocent, natural. It sprouts up from the well of Ares' mind and passes through his lips like pollen on a careless breeze. Apollo isn't angry at it. He isn't even a bit surprised. It doesn't stop his instinctual flinch, doesn't stop that phantom scent of venom and stale blood from clogging up his nose. "I'm actually rather afraid of them." Ares looks up from where he's beating his brush into the marble, his frown more a pout as he glares at Apollo, "I thought you couldn't lie? Everyone knows you're not afraid of snakes." He sniffs, annoyed and testy, bangs his brush against the marble again ruining its sable brush-hairs for good this time, "You don't have to make up nonsense to try and make me feel better." Apollo very patiently does not bang Ares' head into the marble for destroying one of his most precious paintbrushes. As a child who has not yet partaken in the hunt, he knows not the skill it takes to capture a mink, nor the labour that goes into plucking their hairs, nor the artistry that comes from binding those fine hairs to a suitable piece of etched birch. Instead, he dips his own paintbrush in the setting salve and pointedly paints in large, obvious and even strokes, "It's not nonsense. I do not like snakes." "But you killed Python." Ares digs into the salve and spills thick globs of it about the floor like a boar at the trough. Apollo graciously notes that next time, he'll endeavour to put old linens down so as to skip the hard work of scraping sealant off his tiles. "You weren't afraid then. You bathed in her blood. You enjoyed it. I felt it."

"Yes," the wet squelch of the salve is as bubbling blood in his ear. He'd shot her full of arrows then flayed her open on their points. Black from head to toe, that's how he'd returned. His hair dark with her venom, his skin soaked in her guts. His smile black with her death. "I suppose I did enjoy it." Apollo puts his paintbrush down, takes a step back to gauge the breadth of work that remains before them. "I do not think I'd enjoy such a thing now." Ares' eyes are hot on his cheek. He's rolling Apollo's words around in his head, contemplating them with a graveness he rarely lets the others observe. Apollo just wishes his gaze wasn't so probing, so snake-like in its intent. Almost predatory. "You can't change what you were born to be, Phoebus. None of us can." "On the contrary," he meets Ares' dark stare - viper versus cobra, two snakes in their little circular pot, "I have it on good authority that change is necessary for living."

#ginger writes #Yay yippee more Apollo + Ares writing #They were painting a mural btw - or well Apollo was painting a mural Ares was having fun #More stuff from the two of them as young gods - discussions like this were pretty common between the two of them #It's posturing but also not - Apollo has a lot of very strange ideas as an immortal due to the amount of time he spent among humans #while Ares only know the traditions of the gods born and reared on Olympus all their lives #It leads to them having a lot of soft conflicts and exchanges in ideas like this while they test their boundaries and gauge their opinions #It's quite a lot of fun writing interactions for them like this #apollo #ares #python #greek mythology #greek myth writing #pursuing daybreak posting

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themotherofblood · 1 year ago

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Let’s Play Dress Up

Vampire!Rhaenyra x Reader x Vampire!Daemon

masterlist | Bloody Baby AU | Vampire AU

synopsis: Ms Blood Bag breaks a rule to play her little game, stumbles onto Rhaenyra’s midnight snack. Rhaenyra punishes Baby to prove to Daemon she isn’t soft with Baby

warnings: DARK! DUBCON (I think) NONCON (to be safe) blood, blood drinking, infantilism, mdlg vibes? mommy mink, sub space? pet play, spanking (paddle), clamps (nipples and clit), vibrators, exhibitionism? butt plugs and bondage. overstimulation!! degradation!! pussy spanks. heel worship. WlW,

A/N: what have I done 😨

Another day of digging through your closet, gowns of pinks, baby blues, sweetheart neck lines, halter tops, sparkly, tulle, high slits—high slit. You happily shuffled out of your sundress for the day, your getting ready playlist blaring through the ceiling speakers. The red dress hugged your body perfectly, the silk so cold it made your nipples perk up and rub against the fabric. You excitedly twirled, damn— you already imagined your best friend hooting at you once she saw you in this. You clicked a picture and sent it to her, nibbling at your thumb and smiling to yourself.

Makeup, because why not, you still had five hours before Rhaenyra made it home. Daemon had left for Braavos the night before, preparing for the charity gala for a deal well struck. You hummed along, rubbing moisturiser into your skin, you had hoped to put on some mascara, maybe a nice bold lip to match the dress— mostly since it would be easy to scrub off in the shower. It was only then you realised from all the lip glosses, oils and sticks. Not a single red, barely darker than a hot pink. You pouted, you knew this was Daemon’s doing, forever infantilising you to his perfect little girl. The frilly socks and the bowl of candy in your room.

You knew who did have beautiful red shades— Rhaenyra! You knew you weren’t supposed to be in their rooms when they weren’t home. Only having been inside the dark scarlet room twice, the night of the party and the second was when they showed you the cabinet full of dragon eggs. You sauntered over, your Versace pumps clicking against the marble floor as you walked across the corridor to the other end of the grand staircase. You rested your hand upon the gold handle for a moment, looking back to your rooms once more— they wouldn’t know — you pushed the handle open.

The strong scent of mahogany and vanilla filled your nostrils, you once more looked to your rooms and the the floor below through the trim railings to check for Mrs Stone before slowly closing the door behind, wincing at the gentle thud as it latched close. You turned, the thick maroon and sheer white curtains pulled, the only glow in the room came from the heated egg chambers. You happily trotted over, squatting down to admire them once more.

“Hello dragons.” You mused, petting the egg from the outside, finger dragging against the warm glass. “Will you hatch? Maybe one crack…” you spoke to the white egg with gold scales “no? Please?”

What pulled you from your adoration gleam upon the dragons was the quiet but very apparent whines echoing in the room. You looked around the living space, finding nothing as you stood in confusion and stood straight. Walking towards your left to Rhaenyra walk-in-closet. The moment you stepped in, the soft vanilla smell of her perfume became more apparent. Her closet far bigger than yours, shelves covered with glass doors and quaint vanity at the end of the room. The centre island filled with jewels, rubies, gold, a very distinct dark metal necklace with rubies laid on a plush velvet holder. Valyrian steel, just like Daemon and Rhaenyra’s signet rings.

You looked at the vanity, eyeing the perfect scarlet to match your skin tone and the dress. You pout your lips to swipe the colour across your lips before looking side to side, a little messy without lip liner but just to mess around? This would have to do, you wiped around the corners of your mouth before making sure everything was placed right back where the belong before leaving.

Again, you were graced with whimpers, you were sure they were there. You should have left, you knew you should have. However your curiosity are at your as you ventured further to their bedroom, and then it was. The source of the whimpers, a tied redheaded woman, heaving with the gag shoved in her mouth. Her hands chained to the brass ringlet mounted to the wall, the second she say you her shoulders slumped as she blinked her tears away. Then she gestured her head to the chains, you gulped - fuck, what the hell had you stumbled into - you walked forward bending to her eyes, worried for the poor thing.

You pulled the tape from her mouth, cries pouring through in relief. She had dried blood running down her neck, chipping against her skin. She sniffled her cries to try and halt them.

“Ho- how long have you been here.” She hiccuped, seeing a glimmer of hope for survival in you

“Two months…” you looked to her chapped lips “do you need water?”

She furiously nodded as you stood up, tiptoeing across to your room to not alert Mrs Stone as your grabbed your pink cup and sprinted back with your skirt hiked up.

You bent by her head again, holding the straw to her lips and letting her drink, her hair was in a messy braid, the stray hairs clinging to her skin and her skin ghostly pale. You pulled two tissues from the tissue box on the side table and wet it with the water from your cup. Gently rubbing away the dried blood.

“We have to leave!” She croaked “why haven’t you run?”

“Run? I live here now, with Daemon and Rhaenyra. This is my home.” You monotonically replied, still wiping away at the blood, your heart mildly thudding. Not for her, she shouldn’t be here.

She was in their room, chained by their bed. You weren’t even allowed in here. Your heart thud louder as you rubbed away “we can never leave.”

“No! You don’t understand, we can run…” she huffs “I counted steps and you— you know this place. Please! Untie me, we can go.” More tears fell from her eyes as she pleaded with you.

You looked back to the door before reaching for her cuffs, that heaviness in your chest returning as you unhooked the bonds for the ringlet and started pulling at the chains.

“What do you think you are doing?” Rhaenyra’s stern voice spoke up from behind you.

Your blood froze as you slowly turned to face, “uh- I— she,” your words began to fail you.

“Get away from her.” Rhaenyra commanded, pointing at the bed for you to go sit on the bed.

A hard glare fixated itself within the purple of her eyes as she swiftly tied up the red haired woman again.

“Was she letting you go, sweetie.” Rhaenyra asked the girl, petting away her hair and you frowned harder. You’re her sweetie. The girl nodded, making Rhaenyra tut before turning to you. Her eyebrows quirk, awaiting an explanation.

You looked at your fiddling finger on your lap, unable to muster up an answer as she came to hold up your jaw. She was disappointed, you could see it in her eyes.

“What was the rule?” Rhaenyra questioned, she should have known your curiosity would kill you soon. Mostly she was worried that you would be terrified of her now.

“Don’t go to your room.” You whispered, still trying to look away.

Hmm

“You just had to play dress up that badly, huh?” she stroked her thumb across your cheek. “Let’s play dress up then.”

You sat on your knees, moving your weight uncomfortably.

“Don’t be scared.” Rhaenyra had whispered, forcing your to look at her, your head went blank for a moment and then your heart wasn’t thudding as hard anymore

All you could here were the placated whimpers from the red-haired girl sitting on Rhaenyra’s lap as she fed on her. Not a drop of blood trickled down as she controlled the flow of the girl’s blood through the carotid. Jealously was burning at your throat as Rhaenyra took her time leisurely feeding on this girl, she only fed like that on you. You were all pouty, however you couldn’t look away if you knew what was best for you.

Rhaenyra had dressed you throughly, after ripping through your red gown, she had pushed a cabinet to open. Pulling out a red collar to wrap around you neck, she had cherry lubed your ass, pushing in a plush red kitten tail butt plug into your hole and then promptly pulling onto it to tease you. Clamps with kitten bells on them had been pinching on your nipples as she sucked them hard before sliding them on. Your horror was when she flicked her tongue against your clit just the way you liked it to have you squirming and then clamped the little bud over the hood. The kitten bell adding just enough weight for it to remain dangling in between your legs.

You wanted to call out to her, beg her to feed from you instead but you couldn’t. You focused so hard on the way her lips’s suckled around the girl’s skin. There were tears rolling down your red hot cheeks.

Rhaenyra pushed the girl off her, she was still conscious but too weak to break her fall as she laid flat with a thud.

“Come here kitty,” she motioned her fingers towards you. “Come to Mommy baby.”

You moved to stand but she stopped you, “Crawl to me.”

You placed your palms flat against the plush rug, crawling over to the space in between Rhaenyra’s legs without giving the barely moving girl’s body laid on the other side of the floor. The bells clamped to you jingled as you inched forward, longing to bury your head in between her thighs.

You stopped in between her thighs, glancing up at her through your lashes, your glossy red lips just begging to be kissed and bitten. You were about to rest your head on her thigh but she pushed you back with her heeled foot.

“Lick my heels, kitty.” she smiled, tapping her other foot on the ground.

You waited for a moment before bending down, your pink tongue poking out and licking a strip through the pencil-thin heel of her red-bottom shoes. You hummed, kissing the heel. Taking your sweet time to show her how sorry you were. She tapped your cheek with her other foot, letting you switch over and lick up the covered foot and then her heel.

Rhaenyra pulled you up by the hair, admiring the lengths you had gone to play your little dress up game before. The red bows in your hair would have Daemon feral and she knew the perfect way to coax her husband back home early. She reached down to pinch both your nipples as she pulled you up to your feet, you yelped, the sting radiating through your tits as you gave her the pouted lips once more.

She stood to push you down where she sat, taking a moment to admire the mess you were soon to be before flicking her middle onto your pouted lips, they wouldn’t work this time. The connectable cuffs laying idle around your wrists and ankles were just waiting to be used as Rhaenyra pulled you to the edge of the bed. You scent of gleaming cunt making her impatient as she hooked each of your ankles to your wrists, forcing you to keep your legs spread open.

“Now— you’ve been bad.” She began, shuffling down to pick up the forgotten flogger in her hands.

“I’m sorry Mommy.” You whimpered the second you saw her stroking through the ropes of the flogger.

“Ah- ah kitties don’t talk baby,” she tutted, reminding you of the plug situated in your asshole as she gently pulled on the plug to stroke the tail. “Use that dumb baby brain of yours and tell me, what do kitties do?”

The humiliations burned through your chest, more tears welling in your eyes but what other alternative did you have?

“Meow?” you asked, hoping to appease her enough to weasel your way out of this predicament.

“Good girl!” She praised before swatting the flogger sharp against your ass. Your help bringing her much joy.

“Let’s see—“ she rubbed the sore skin of your ass “Mommy will strike you ten times, and you will count? You can count kitty? Can’t you?”

You nodded your head, sniffling.

“Good, let’s begin then.”

The first hit landed against your ass, your body stiffened as you whimpered. “O-one.” You stammered.

Another immediate strike radiated through your rear, much harder—a penalty. You made mistake. “Kitties do not talk.” She reiterated.

“Meow.” You sobbed.

The lashes came one after the other, Rhaenyra had enough sympathy in her heart to soothe the sore flesh with her palm as she waited for you to mewl out your kitten count before striking harder than the one before. The last one, you screamed. Legs shuddering from the pain as your cried out the last count. Face covered in mascara tears and snot as you lamented the ache on your ass, the tips of the flogger curling bitterly around you curves to cover the expanse of your skin. Some cruelly being landed right onto your cunt, the fourth one making your squirt from the pain.

Rhaenyra sighed, dropping the flogger and reaching for her phone in her trouser pocket. The sight of your reddened, blue ass was sure to be a ticket home for Daemon.

“Look here baby, pose for mommy.” she cooed, the frame perfectly capturing your tear-soaked face, your sopping cunt and your bruised ass. Even the little red ribbons in your hair leaking from behind made it in, along with the tail hanging over the edge of your bed. Your swollen little clamped nub also waiting to say hello to Daddy. She smiled to herself as she sent the live picture to Daemon before tossing her phone to the armchair.

She was nowhere near done with breaking you apart just yet.

She pulled out a vibrator next, hoping to reward you for taking your spankings like a good little girl. She reached up to the bed to place a pillow under your back to angle you to her liking before shuffling behind you, pulling you snugly between her legs. She unhooked the cuffs, holding onto your ankles as she freed them. You whimpered feeling the cramps in your hips.

“Shhh—you are fine kitten, no more pain for you.” She cooed, letting your legs fall before hooking her calves around them to keep them spread open.

She reached for the oh so yearning bud next, the worst of it all. Toying with the little bell as you yipped and flinched, she gently pulled it off. Letting the bundle of nerves fill but blood again, the filling pain had you crying out. Trying to bury yourself in Rhaenyra hold as she consoled you.

“Oh baby, so swollen look.” She curred, letting the pads of her fingers gently graze over the peaking flesh before pushing the hood behind.

She turned on the vibrator, the setting low as she pressed against your clit. You squirmed against her hold but to no avail. She tapped the vibrator on your bud. You still mewled, rubbing your hips into the cool object.

Even in the throb of your ass and the one very evident in your clit, your first orgasm tore through you out of nowhere.

“That’s it, good girl!” Rhaenyra praised as she pressed down the vibrator hard, switching the setting up higher.

Just as the waves of the first one washed over, dread-filled in your belly as Rhaenyra didn’t pull away. You cried harder, the oversensitive tingle in your bud began to knock the air out of your lungs. Clawing at your insides as you cleaned harder around nothing, wanting to beg her to stop, please mommy, you tapped at her thigh but she wouldn’t budge.

Rhaenyra knew you would break, you would speak. She didn’t want to hurt you more for violating another rule, finding the only solution for this and sticking two fingers into your mouth. Using it to gag you as she stroked your slimy tongue, your soft lips curled around her fingers as your muffled wails indicated your next peak.

This time you gushed around the vibrator, screaming from the back of your mouth as Rhaenyra pulled out her fingers to push open your hood further, letting those cruel vibrations focus on your weeping clit. You thrashed, shaking your head as the wave toppled you down, eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching away from Rhaenyra Your entire body stiffened as the warmth engulfed you once more.

Rhaenyra turned off the toy, dropping it on the bed next to her as she held you through your orgasm. The pads of her fingers rubbing through your folds gently and circling around your throbbing clit. You still sobbed in her arms, unable to speak, you looked up at her. Vision blurred from tears as you cried, Rhaenyra kissed your temple as she pulled off the nipple clamps.

You shrieked as she rubbed them, soothing the pebbled flesh with the cool pads of her thumbs. So bitterly pinched and hardened.

You wept, letting Rhaenyra scoop you up into her lap; your head immediately burying itself into her chest as you wailed, she was rocking you, like a child grazing their knee upon she was soothing you with the rubs on your back.

You look up at her, still hiccuping through your sobs. She knew what you wanted, tracing the trembling bottom lip as she laid a peck on it.

“You can speak, baby.” She purred, her eyes long softened at the broken figure of yours.

“I- I’m sorry Mommy.” You pule, then again hiding your face in her chest.

Rhaenyra might have sat there for hours, rocking your shaking frame in her hands, humming a Valyrian lullaby to soothe your aching.

“Do I not make Daddy and you happy anymore?” You weakly mused, your fingers toying with the gold chain on Rhaenyra’s neck.

She frowned looking down at you before nudging her nose against your forehead to make you look up at her.

“What makes you say that?”

“She gets to stay with you at night,” you referred to the red-haired girl “You like feeding on her.”

“Oh, baby.” she cooed in a sing-song voice “She is just a midnight snack,” Rhaenyra explained. “Just like the candy bags in your room.”

You were still pouting, satiated with the answer but unhappy. You could still see her wrist laying on the floor, you looked away.

There was a longing, you needed to be sure. You lifted your wrist to her lips, looking at her pleadingly.

“You want me to feed on you?” Rhaenyra tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, a burst of triumph flared in her chest. The reasons to compel you into feeding seemed to have been fading.

“Please, Mommy.” You mumbled, shuffling further into her hold.

Rhaenyra took hold of your wrist, just grazing the poking nerve with her fangs as her eyes darkened, the nerves yet again pooling around her eyes, a terrifying sight to most but not to you. She hummed before sinking her fangs into the flesh. Fine caviar amongst the pretenders, she groaned at the sweet coppery taste of your blood. Watching over you as you closed your eyes, dozing in a soft slumber dancing across your eyes.

Phew… here’s another Rhaenyra focused chapter. I’m sorry if this is a bit much compared to my usually vanilla smut (minus the incest)

I’m giggling thinking of Daemon loosing his find over the picture of tied up and weeping Ms Blood Bag

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Pairings: HS x Y/n, Jake x Y/n, Sunghoon x Y/n (three different y/n's)

Warnings: Non-con, straight up non-con turned to dub con smut. Mentions of rape, kidnapping, imprisonment, stalking, and bullying. There are time skips and relapses, male leads dip in and out of memory. This is chapter four of The Otherside (TO) series pinned on my homepage. Male leads (HS, Jake, and Sunghoon are not good guys) this is not how i see them, this is merely all fiction and fantasy for the sake of the story.

The train continues to make the stops at every destination point. Jake watches you as he notes your lack of attention in your surroundings, how careless for someone who was so adorable, so pretty and delicate, yet had the feistiness of a panther. You looked up to see that the next stop was one you had to get off at. Preparing to exit, you stand upright from your seat and grab hold onto the rails, waiting for the train to come to a complete pause in its momentum.

Remaining nonchalant, yet closely nearby and ready to exit right after you, the young man finds himself too infatuated with your mannerisms and features. It was as if you had bewitched him. Watching you leave the train, he follows after you undetected, managing to keep you within his sights. There was something about you, aside from your rightful stance in providing justice to that poor girl that was harshly bullied, Jake had an inkling, an urge to see more of you. Trailing off on a long walk, passing by numerous food vendors and a labyrinth of crowded figures that practically drowned you from his sight, he kept his focus to stay behind.

A local boutique catches your eye, and you decided to make a stop in. It was a shop that sold specialized items for aromatherapy, the wonderful scented candles and the beauty of home decor items was something you took pleasure in viewing, so why not do a little window shopping?

Walking in, you took your time to admire the beautiful wax figurines, the glass bowls, and the marble statues while also partaking in sniffing the wide variety of candles the store offered. Observing you, Jake softly smiles to himself as his eyes remained locked on. How precious were you, finding comfort in something so simple, yet you deserved everything and much more, for what you did for that girl.

His eyes began to trail as he kept his distance and remained close by.

".....I wonder.......was this it?.....Was this what he talked about....when he first saw her?...."

Admiring the way you dragged your finger tips along the series of faux mink blankets, his mind goes back and picks up on the memory of when he had visited Heeseung's apartment....shortly after he got her.

*Knock knock*

“Oh, is that Sunghoon?” Jake exclaims as he turns over towards the door.

“Yeah I’m sure that’s him.” Heeseung replies back, making his way to the door and disabling the locking feature using the finger pad.

“Hey yo! The fun has arrived!” Sunghoon greets with a smile as he walks in with his arms spread wide, displaying a wide grin with abnormally sharp canines. Jake and Heeseung merely chuckled as they took turns in greeting their friend.

“Ah the vampire has finally arrived. How you doing man?” Jake nodded up as Sunghoon sat on the barstool next to him, exchanging a handshake with a shoulder bump and partial hug, the two continued to converse. “I’ve been good man, how have you been?” Sunghoon responds as he pats Jake on the back. Heeseung digs into the fridge and takes out a drink, places it on the counter and slides it over. “Ah! Muchos Gracias!” Sunghoon exclaims as he pops the cap open from the bottle. “So, is tonight the night we get to meet the her?” Sunghoon chuckles before taking a gulp of his drink, Jake joining in on the laugh.

“Yeah. Actually let me go see if she’s awake right now.” Heeseung smirks out as he tosses an olive in his mouth and takes his momentary leave. Entering the massive bedroom, he avoids flipping on the light switch, seeing as he left the lamp on to give the room a dimmed appearance so that your eyes would gently acclimate to its surroundings when you woke back up.

“Baby?...You awake?” He softly speaks out as he walks over and crawls onto the bed, hovering over you. “Or are you still worn out from earlier? Hmm? " he scoffs as he licks the base of your neck and traces the tip of his tongue up to your jawline. "My girl......taking me so well....you make me so happy."

Hearing his words made you flinched, it was a harsh reminder of the many times he took you, despite your crying pleas for him to stop……it had only been a few days since he took you away….and yet, the amount of times he ravished your body….it was far too much, more than you ever experienced in your entire lifetime. You weren't necessarily waiting for marriage, dabbling in on a couple of boyfriends in the past, yet you had always remained frugal and reserved with you went into bed with. The moment this man took you the first night upon 'rescuing' you from your initial kidnapper, you felt the horror sense of shame and guilt as you were helpless to stop him....a man who you had never met or seen before, taking you, over and over again.

“God damn you’re so pretty…….” He whispered as he admired your face.

You remained stoic and unresponsive, what could you possibly say after being kidnapped for a second time, repeatedly raped and bound to this man’s room.

“Aww…don’t be that way baby…you still mad about earlier? Come oooon…..we both know you enjoyed it. Remember how good I made you feel?” His hand slid down, in between your breast and found its way under the hem of your dress, smoothing his palm over your bareness, he had ripped off your undergarments from the first time he had you, and never bothered to replace them as he kept enjoying himself with you. Much to your ever lasting shame, you would never admit it openly, but there was truth in his words….he did get you to feel good…too good….it was the most pleasure you’ve ever felt….you never knew pleasure existed until he forced it on you. You tried to reason with yourself mentally, noting that it couldn’t be helped, you were only human, and your body merely reacted to what he was doing to you…..but…..did he really have to remind you?.....

Earlier that day…..

“Ugh! Ssssssstop! Stop! Please stop! I….I don’t want this…..”

Ignoring your words, he performs his usual activity of four play as he lays down a trail of soft kisses on to your nude body, starting with your breasts. How you grew to hate the sound and sensation of his mouth latching on to your nipple, with his tongue flickering back and forth, coating you with his saliva.

“Stop! Stop! Get off! Don’t! Please dont do this! Not again.....”

Without breaking his momentum, he remained focused on delivering his oral fixation onto your areola with sensually shut eyes. His free hand made its way around the back of your neck, softly stroking his thumb up and down on your soft skin while the others gently tapped along the side of your neckline.

“S….stop……..mmmmm…please…” you started to moan out, your tone was less harsh and you began to whimper out your pleads versus sobbing them out. Your body instinctively arched up as your back separated itself from the mattress, pinning your rear harshly as your head tilts back and your mouth gasp wide open, releasing out a prolonged moan of pleasure the moment you felt his tongue drift lower….and lower……and even lower.

The warmth of his tongue makes its way onto the flat surface of your skin, right above your slit. With the same flickering motion he applied to your breasts, he taps against your clit, administering slow licks from bottom to top, right over your center. His free hand never leaves the back of your neck, it remained there, constantly rubbing your skin to gently ease you into a state of relaxation, cooing you out of your fears and objection as you started to succumb to the pleasures of euphoria from how he was orally loving on your soft spot.

“Oh my God! Please!” You harshly whimpered out in a whistling tune as you continued to arch your back, yet the restraints on your wrist and ankles that bounded you to the bed frame only allowed you to move so much. Feeling his tongue gently shoving itself inside you, rotating as he explored you once again, he taps the tip against your inner walls and softly sucks onto the skin each time he pulls away, only to reengage once more.

With his hand, he gently separates your two folds, and buries his tongue back in between them. Noting your whimpering display of pleasure, he became even more diligent in giving you his all….

“Yeah?.....You like that baby?” Harshly licking from bottom to top, he gently inserts two fingers inside as he starts to softly thrust them in and out, all the while the tip of his tongue traced tiny circles on the very surface of your clit.

“UGH!!! Wait!!....ssssssss……stop………ugh….please…”

“Come on baby, tell me how good I make you feel….”

Increasing the pace of his fingers, the squelching sounds of your moisture matched with the friction of his skin rubbing in and out of you filled the room. Before you knew it, your body was producing more fluids than you had realized, leaving you no choice but to allow it to gush out slowly as it coats his entire hand, his wrist even. The hot temperature of the liquid oozing out as he forced it back in and right back out with his fingers had stimulated your body as you felt the warmth of his fingers thrusting in and out.

“uuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh! ooooh my God please!”

You moaned out and couldn’t contain yourself anymore….this…..was only human nature, you had no choice. Its not like you wanted this, you were very clear in verbally stating that. Its not your fault that he wouldn’t listen….that he wouldn’t honor your wishes….that he decided to do it all against your will……..it’s not your fault that he did it so good……that he was making you feel like the most desired and the most yearned….he made you feel so good…..so pleasurable.

“its….its not my…….even if I…….its not…..because I really want it….its because….he…..he……he…….”

Your mental thoughts come to a halt as you watch the handsome man continue to make love to your womanhood with his mouth, his eyes shut as he sensually took his time to give you pleasure that caused your eyes to roll back, and your toes to curl in, you couldn’t help it when he gasped out a heaving breath as he tells you....

“Come on baby…..come on…..”

“Ugh!....I’m cumming!!” you yelped out as you screamed out a moan of pleasure and felt yourself release, all of which took your breath away and caused your body to jerk uncontrollably.

Rolling your hips back and forth, your body yearned for more…..it yearned for him......you hated yourself for feeling that way but it was the most real feeling you ever experienced.

“Its not my fault….its not me……..its not me………I don’t want this…I really don’t want this…….but my body….i….i cant help…..i cant help it….”

Kneeling in between your legs, cupping your slit as he feels the waves of your hips dipping and rising from the immense pleasure, he leans in and gives you a deep kiss…..and you took it…..you received it……and you gave it right back.

Moaning into his mouth, the combination of your saliva seeps from the corners of your mouth, the sweet scent of your body's product penetrates your nostrils as it stains his lips. Breaking the kiss, he speaks against your lips ever so softly....it was sickening.....yet so addictive. You felt turmoil as you found yourself in a state of self loathe and desiring more of him.

“You want it?” he softly asks, his lips tapping against yours as he spoke.

Shaking your head, you turned your face away…..he already knew….he had known since the first time he took you….because he remembered how you reacted…how you moaned and screamed in pleasure and returned his kisses. How you wiggled your wrists, desperately trying to break free just so you could wrap them around his neck and pull him close as you felt the throbbing pants of pleasure beating every inch of your physical sense.

He knew…yet he found the need to taunt you by asking….already knowing the answer.

“Tell me baby….i wanna hear it. Tell me…..you want it. Say it.....tellme that you waaaaaaant it.”

The aching throbs in between your legs were relentless. Your center core beneath your folds needed to be plunged…it needed him. As much as you hated yourself for doing it, you responded….

“Y-yes….yes…….” with your face still turned away, you couldn’t bear to look at him when you admitted your answer. If you had the chance……if you had the means…you would have escaped….gone far away from him…..and never look back. You didn’t ask for this, nor did you seek it…..yet he made you want it….and that feeling…it grew…more and more vibrant as each day went by.

Gasping against your lips, he exhales slowly and whispers as he sadistically chuckles….

“Heh…my girl…….my fucking girl……lets give you what you want, hmm?” reengaging the kiss, he slowly enters inside and started off slow….deep…..and tender……responding to your moans, he smirks into his kiss….

“Yeah baby…..let me take care of you….let me love you…..let me fuck you….forever.”

“Come on….you know you liked it…..what? You need a reminder? Hmm?” leaning in, he forcefully kisses you, shoving his tongue inside your mouth.

You remained aloof, not once returning his affections as you had done earlier.

“Its not like I wanted to….he forced himself on me…I have to get out of here…I have to escape…..I can’t be here with his deranged lunatic…….”

Shaking your head in response to his offer, you harshly turned your face away and remained emotionless with your expression. Chuckling, he notes your manners and shrugs it off.

“Okay…..not right now, but I’ll have you begging for it again….later.” with a soft grin, he admires your hair and gently shifts each piece aside and away from your face.

“Got some friends over. Wanna bring you out so you can meet them. You gonna behave? No trying to break free like last time, otherwise I'll have to keep you chained up like this….” Tapping on the chains and cuffs that held your wrists and ankles in place, he raised a brow as he stared right into you, biting down on his lip.

“I have no problems in keeping them off…but you gotta be good and not go near the door…..and no touching the finger pad either. You broke it the last time.” He teases as he nuzzles his face against your cheek, placing a tender and squeaky kiss on it. “You promise to behave for me, baby?”

You nodded in response, you had no choice but to abide by his rule, given his friends would aid him and limit your ability to escape had you tried anything, yet the real reason you agreed was because you had become overwhelmingly desperate in getting out of the chains and off this bed. Your limbs were starting to ache and you needed the release of freedom as you felt yourself rotting while you were forced to remain on the bed for hours.

“Okay, we’ll see…” he chuckles, reaching over for his key and unlocking the cuffs attached to each chain, he softly caresses your cheek as he spoke. “Go ahead baby, stretch it out.”

You slowly shifted and rolled away from his hovered frame, the joints and muscles in your arms and legs felt sore…incredibly sore. Not to mention, the soreness in between your thighs was a lot more pungent now that you were able to move, it hardly felt this painful when you simply laid stagnant in bed.

Caving your chest in as you cuffed your hands in between your legs, curving your back as you slightly whimpered in pain, he crawls over to your side and cradles you in his arms.

“Shhh….its okay baby…..we’ll take a break for a few days….hmm? Just don’t misbehave because otherwise…I’m going to have to punish you again.”

He sighs out as he stands up and extends his hand out to you. Begrudgingly, you took it as you remained facing away and wincing in annoyance at his loving display of compassion. Leading you by a strong grip, he cradles you against his chest and lovingly kisses your neck as he presents you to Jake and Sunghoon.

“Baaaaaaby…..say hello to my friends, hmm?” Admiring your side profile as he continues to hug you from behind, he tilts his head and places another peck on your cheek, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Hey, nice to meet you. I’m Jake.” The young handsome man smirked out. He also displayed a habit of biting down on his lip, or so it would appear as he issued his greeting.

“Hi, I’m Sunghoon. Its nice to finally meet you.” the other man greets, issuing a gentle wave.

“Say hi baby……you shy?” burying his face into your neck, he continues to tease “you shyyyyyyyy baby? My baby girl shy?” Standing with a lifeless expression, our body motionless and lacked any sort of ounce to live on. You felt the sting of fresh tears forming in your eyes. You hated this….all of it. Why did you…of all people, had to be kept against your will like this? What did you ever do? You were always kind, thoughtful, and did your best to help others. Why were you being punished into being forced to live in this apartment, and forced to ‘love’ this man who claims that you were his everything. Why? Why did this have to happen to you?

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Finishing the thought process of his memory in meeting Heeseung's girl, Jake adoringly admires you as you finished up and checked out. Purchasing a couple of candles, you held onto the gift bag as you slightly swung it while walking jovially back home. Following you, Jake couldn't help but display a soft smile as he grew to yearn more of you. His eyes remained focus on your frame from behind, when suddenly a dark shadow from the side appeared.

With his smile disappearing, Jakes countenance was replaced with a rather vicious look as he recognize the gleam in the man's eye. The man himself, he didnt know, but what he was familiar with, was the way the man looked at you......craved you.......watched you as he looked around and blended in with small crowd as he follows you, cutting in front of Jake not knowing that he too, had been following.

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"Better to be the sheep, rather than the hunter.

For even though his luck ran high, his smile growing deep,

He knows not what is present, unlike the watchful sheep.

While he crawls closely to the herd,

Gaining distance, while falsely lured.

The sheep all aware, by the scent and sound,

Of the watchful Lion, that prowls low to the ground.

For though the sheep may be gentle and easy,

They knew from careful senses, that danger was afoot.

Merging away, the sheep disappear, while the hunter stands confused on foot.

And there is the Lion, ready to kill.