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Nefarious : Yandere!Taekook

Nefarious meaning: wicked or criminal

Summary: You’ve been being followed for months and you decide to take matters into your own hands. What you get is not what you expect: not one, but two men have been following you. And although you’d once seen your phantom protector as maybe a gentleman just making sure you get home every night, you realize that this fantasy couldn’t be farther from the truth. the men who follow you are dangerous, and now you’ve invited them in.

Word Count: 7.4k

Pairing: Yandere!Tae x sub!reader x Yandere!Jungkook

Genre/Rating: 18+, smut, Yandere

Warnings: threesome, double penetration, oral m/f receiving/giving, fingering, overstim, insinuation of murder, marking, biting, choking, gagging, breath play, semi-knife play, spanking, jealousy, obsession, rough sex, cumplay, dirty talk, slight degradation/praising, stalking, Dom!Tae, Dom!Jungkook, Sub!reader. 

A/N: This is a work of fiction, it describes Tae and JK being very obsessive and has Yandere themes such as stalking. Please read at your own risk, this has been a warning.

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You’d caught glimpses of the man a few times: his reflection in a store window as he mirrored you on the other side of the street, staying back a few steps as opposed to parallel with you. You’d seen his lean frame as he moved through the crowd of your university cafeteria, close but not too close. 

At first, you’d hardly noticed him, until one night when you’d been walking home and you’d heard him close behind you, closer than ever before. It had been a cold night, and you hadn’t been in the best part of town. His closeness had made you walk faster, and he’d matched your speed, but as you turned onto your street, your apartment in view, he’d suddenly disappeared like some sort of phantom.

That night, still buzzing from the near encounter, something inside of you had told you he didn’t want to hurt you. He almost gave off a vibe that felt protective, and you’d convinced yourself that he’d been walking closer precisely because it had been a dangerous part of town and dark out. 

After that, you’d kept your eye out for him. And any time you knew he was near, something inside of you felt a little bit warmer. He usually wore a mask, the black fabric covering at least two-thirds of his face, and it had taken you two months to even figure out that’s what was on his face from the brief glimpses you’d had of him.

You wondered when he’d approach you. Wondered if he ever would. Or maybe, he’d just stop, leaving as suddenly as he had appeared. 

After a study session with a friend, you were walking home when she grabbed your arm, “I think someone’s following us.” she whispered in your ear.

“Oh it’s just-” you began to explain, when you realized how odd it would sound. ‘Yeah, that’s just my stalker, he’s been following me for a few months, but I don’t think he’ll hurt us.’ 

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Noah + Oliver origin story omg

●♤ are you really that stupid? ♤●

Whumper- Oliver; mafia boss (•♤•)

Whumpee- Noah; sucky assasin (•♡•)

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Kidnapping, assassination attempt, nsfw whump, intimate whumper, torture, ransom money, hypno, conditioning

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•♡•

Noah checked his pocket discreetly; yep, the knife was still there. He followed behind the mafia boss he'd been working for for months. They headed down a rather shady street; dimmed lamplights, cracked sidewalks- you get the picture.

He took the knife from his pocket, starting to follow closer, closer, closer. He trailed barely a foot behind him until they reached a spot without a lamplight.

He finally dove at Oliver, aiming the knife right at the side of his neck.

Oliver whipped around and caught Noah's wrist firmly, then pinned him against the solid brick wall to their right.

Fuck.

"Ack- sir! I- I can explain!" Noah cried, letting the knife clatter to the sidewalk. He kicked his legs frantically as Oliver dragged him up the wall so that they were eye level.

"Noah, dear," Oliver spoke slow, shaking his head with dissaproval. "are you really that stupid? You think you can take me out like I'm some fucking- prey or something?"

"I'm- it- I wasn't-"

"I always thought you were a spy, this just confirms it." Oliver chuckled, pushing one hand against Noah's chest as he reached down for the knife. "Who do you work for, Noah?"

"Th-the Nameless! I was sent to assassinate y-you." Noah blurted as Oliver grabbed each of his shoulders again, the knife now pointed up at his throat. If Noah's head relaxed downwards, the weapon would be in his neck.

"That easy, huh? I don't even have to bring you home, I can kill you now, really." Oliver pushed the knife closer. Noah craned his neck away, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Nononono!" He cried, heart thumping out of his chest.

The knife never met his throat. Noah opened his eyes slowly.

"Or,

Ill give you two options, boy. You either die right here, a quick jab to the neck, or you can come home with me. I need a new pet anyways." Noah felt shivers run down his spine at the word. Pet? What the hell? What does that mean?

It had to be better than dying, right?

"So, what's it gonna be, pretty boy?" Oliver ghosted the blade across Noah's throat. He shivered at the usage of 'pretty boy.'

"The second one!" Noah squeaked out, feeling the knife's tip graze his throat. Immediately, his feet hit the ground.

"Good choice." Oliver grinned, running his unarmed hand through Noah's curly hair. "Close your eyes, this'll hurt."

Noah stared blankly at the other man.

"Close your eyes."

Noah finally listened, anxiety coursing through him. Only a second after, he was gripped harshly from the back by his hair.

His eyes shot back open. "Ow, wh-"

His head flew at the brick wall, hitting with a thud. He let out a scream, eyes watering immediatelyas his nose was nearly broken. The first hit didn't quite knock him out, so Oliver dropped him. Noah let out a cry before he hit the sidewalk.

°°°

He woke up what felt like an eternity later, dazed. He had gone blind. He couldn't see anything, regardless of how much he blinked.

Had Oliver accidently done this? Or had he skewered Noah's eyes out with a hunting knife to try and handicap him? No, nothing really hurt besides his forehead and his nose. What if it was residual brain damage from the impact?

Panic surged through his body, and he cried out wordlessly.

In his terror, he attempted to flail and found his hands were bound together. He tried his legs; the same.

Finally, he noticed the low hum in his ears and the rumble shaking his environment.

He wasn't blind, he was in a trunk.

"Help!" Noah screamed with all the air in his lungs, thrashing in the confined space.

A muffled voice called back to him, "We're almost home, love. Go back to sleep."

"G- get me outta here!" Noah cried, kicking his bound legs.

"Back to sleep." Oliver repeated more sternly.

Noah felt the car shake as they hit a bump, and as his head came down against the floor of the trunk, he was unconsious again.

°°°

Hours later, Noah awoke. He opened his eyes to survey his environment. He was in a fucking basement. Great start.

He was tied to a chair via soft, silky, black material. His hands were bound together, then tied around both of his thighs (which were strapped to the chair with a leather belt.)

Aside from the chair, the room held a mattress with some blankets, two dog bowls, a television, a leash hanging off the wall, and, opposite from him, a passageway upstairs and a closed door.

"Oliver? Boss?" He called, his voice shaking. What even was this? A setup for a dog to live in?

Footsteps thrummed slowly down the stairs. Oliver walked to Noah, grinning. "Awake already, dear?" His hand brushed through Noah's curly hair, almost soothingly.

"Oliver, what the fuck am I doing here?" Noah tried to flinch away, but was held in place by his boss gripping his hair suddenly. He only relaxed the grip and pretty Noah again when he ceased his struggles.

"Oh, that question has a variety of answers. Right now? You're talking to me and getting pet. In a bit, we're making a ransom video. And in general?" Oliver's hand trailed down to Noah's cheek. "You're becoming my pet."

Noah did his best not to react to Oliver's touch. "What do you mean by pet?"

Oliver paused and stared at him like he was stupid, replacing the look with a warm smile a second after. His hand went back up to play in Noah's curls. "It's simple, really. You live with and belong to me. I will treat you good and reward you if you comply. If you resist, we head over yonder to the cellar, " he gestured to the closed door beside the stairs, "and you'll get a punishment."

"Belong to you?!" Noah gawked, adrenaline suddenly rushing through him as he struggled at the bindings. "I don't belong to anybody! Let me go!"

Oliver shook his head, puffing a sigh. His hand pulled away from Noah. "We'll have to break that line of thinking later. For now, it's time for your ransom video."

"No. Fuck off! Let me go!" He pulled and twisted at his bonds.

Oliver walked somewhere behind him and returned with a camera and a tri-pod. "If your little organization decides they want you back, they'll pay ransom. Ill send the video to your family too. And- oh! Do you have a girlfriend? Boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend." Noah's heart sank. Oh, no, poor Aaron. His boyfriend was surely panicking that he was gone, right? Tears flowed past his eyelids. "Nobody in my family has a lot of money... please just let me go."

Oliver nodded. "A boyfriend, huh? I'm sure he misses you. Does he have good money?"

"...no."

"Then it's up to 'The Nameless' to pay your ransom. They'll surely-"

Ding!

Noah's phone chimed in his pocket.

"Oh, you brought me your phone!" Oliver grinned, reaching to pull it out of Noah's pocket. "How sweet, is this him?" Oliver asked, referring to his lock screen. Without waiting for a response, Oliver put the phone beside Noah's right hand. "Unlock it."

Noah shook his head, trying to stop his tears. No way was he going to give this creep access to his phone. "I don't want to."

"That's unfortunate. Unlock it or I'll break your fingers." Oliver prompted, shaking the phone subtly. Noah shivered and drew the pattern to unlock it.

"Let's see, what do we got here?" Noah sniffled as Oliver scrolled. "A message from Aaron? Is that your boyfriend? He says; 'are we still on for tonight? Why won't you respond to my messages?'" Oliver laughed.

"Oh, Aaron..." Noah whispered, hanging his head.

"Let's send him some pictures later! That'll be fun!" Oliver pocketed the phone and went back to his tri-pod, clicking on the camera.

"Hello, friends, family, and co-workers of Noah!" He greeted, blocking Noah from the camera's line of sight.

"Help!" Noah cried out, a sob breaking the word into two syllables. "Help me!"

Oliver backed away, revealing Noah to the sight of the camera. "I have dear Noah here with me. He reallllly misses all of you, doesn't he? Tell them, love."

"Help me! Please!" Noah cried out. "Mom! Dad! Aaron! He's gonna kill me-"

He was stopped as Oliver's thumb pressed against his tongue, the remainder of his fingers against the bottom of his jaw.

"Dont say that, honey! Im not gonna kill you without good reason! And you can go back home if they scrape together- hm, how much do you think, Noah?"

Noah shook his head as best he could in response. How much was a ransom payment even supposed to be?

"Give me a number between $250,000 and $400,000." Noah's jaw was released, granting him the ability to speak.

"Uh- uhm-" Noah looked directly at the camera. "$250,000?"

Oliver bounced his fingers through Noah's hair. "$400,000 it is! Ill expect the money by... let's say two weeks from now?"

"They don't have the fucking money!" Noah sobbed, struggling feverently. "Please let me go! I won't tell anyone!"

"Do I have to gag you, love?" Oliver whipped around.

"No, please..." Noah shrunk back in his seat, lowering his voice. When Oliver gave a small nod and approached the camera, Noah spoke again, "Aaron... I'm sorry. I love you so much..."

The camera beeped and was off. Noah cried out in despair, losing his only possible contact to the outside world. Oliver turned to him and crouched, holding him by the soft material binding his hands.

"Noah. Im going to untie you. You will not fight me, you're gonna come with me to the bed, okay?" Oliver's peircing eyes met Noah's.

Noah shook his head. "No, f-fuck off. Ill never just obey you like that..." He talked of, having a silent sob. "Oliver, they won't be able to pay..."

"First of all, you don't tell me no." A had wrapped threateningly around his throat, but didn't squeeze. "Second, what about your little organization? They're pretty rich, from what I hear."

"I- I guess..." Noah sniffled, watching as Oliver carefully untied him. He lifted his hands slowly, glad to have the movement back, and waited as the belt keeping his legs in place was removed.

"Come here." Oliver helped him up, practically carrying him to the bed. Noah collapsed into a ball, tucking his head between his knees and wrapping his hands around the back of his head.

"Shh, I know, baby." Oliver's hand settled on Noah's back, rubbing up and down.

Noah tried to ignore the way Oliver said 'baby.' He tried to squeeze his eyes closed and pretend it was Aaron and not Oliver. That he was at his apartment getting a back rub from his boyfriend. That he wasn't being held for ransom in the basement of the man he was sent to kill.

It was hard.

"Noah, its alright... I've got you." Oliver whispered, snaking his hand between Noah's chest and legs. Noah let out a feeble whine as he was forcefully dragged back against the other's chest and into his lap. "Like i said, Noah. Im not gonna hurt you as long as you don't make me."

"How do i know that..?" Noah whispered, trying to arch away from his captor. Suddenly, Oliver's arms pulled him very tight, keeping him in place. Something twitched against his rear.

"F-fuck." Oliver breathed directly in Noah's ear, gripping his hips with bruising strength. Noah whimpered as a hand moved down his thigh. Fingers brushed against his clothed cock gently.

He was beginning to finally understand what Oliver meant by 'pet.'

"No-!" Noah cried, throwing his elbow back into Oliver's ribcage. Oliver let out a grunt, leaning back for a second.

Noah took this as his chance. He rolled forward onto his hands and knees, ready to push up to his feet.

That was until a hand gripped the back of his neck. "Noah. Stay perfectly still."

Noah obeyed out of fear, hearing the dangerous edge to Oliver's voice.

"Good pet. Now, I'm not going to punish you right now. I'll save all your punishments until the end of the day, then we'll go to the punishment room and you'll pay for your mistakes. I won't take my anger out on you until then." He grabbed Noah by the armpits and pulled him up onto his knees, then back against his chest once more.

"Im not your fucking pet..." Noah spat defiantly, though he didn't dare move.

"I understand why you say this things, my love." Oliver soothed, rubbing his hand against Noah's dick again. Noah squirmed a bit, though Oliver seemed to ignore it. "You aren't used to living like this yet. I have something that might help with that."

The lights turned off and the TV clicked on and a black and white spiral began to swirl in the center endlessly.

"Were going to try some hypnotism. Keep your eyes on the center of the spiral. If you disobey, ill give you an extra whipping tonight." Oliver's free hand rested in Noah's hair, playing with it.

Noah obeyed, intimidated by his threat. His eyes settled on the screen and tried to relax against Oliver.

"You're a good boy." Oliver spoke into his ear, his voice gentle.

"Huh? Wh-" Noah began. His eyes nearly broke from the screen to look back at his captor.

"Shh, shh. Just relax and listen," Oliver interrupted. "You're my good boy. You belong to me."

Noah was made uncomfortable by Oliver's words, but didn't bother to move. He focused on the spiral and not his captor.

"My puppy, my pet... just relax, be calm...." Oliver's sentences seemed fuzzy and far away as he watched the spiral. Eventually, his vision started to blur. Noah was only vaguely aware as Oliver's fingers applied more pressure to his clothed dick. He didn't even react. Slowly but surely, his brain effectively shut off, leaving him staring doe-eyed at the spiral.

Round, round and round...

●♤●

Oliver mumbled sweet words into Noah's ear, noting the way he rarely ever responded. When the boy did respond, it was a simple "mm" in reaction to what Oliver had said.

It was going on two hours of this when Noah stirred slightly. Noah shushed him slightly, moving his hand in gentle circles against the other's scalp.

"You love it when I do this. You would do anything to behave and cuddle up next to me, wouldn't you?" Oliver peeked around to check on Noah, seeing his unfocused eyes and mouth hanging slightly open. A grin split Oliver's face at the sight.

Noah was finally behaving, how exciting! Even if he didn't know it, Noah's brain was being fed his words and internallising a great deal of them.

"My pet, you love being my pretty little thing; my object- my property. You fucking love it. Dumb little thing~"

After about another half hour, Oliver picked up the TV remote again.

"Noah, dear? Feel free to look away from the screen, if you'd like. I'll turn the TV off in a bit." His hand groped at the pudge of the other boy's inner thigh.

The boy shifted slightly in his lap, signaling his refocus.

•♡•

Noah blinked a couple times. Had he zoned out? For how long? It could have been hours. He shifted slightly against his master-

What?

Why did that thought even cross his mind? He brushed it off as an unwanted intrusive thought, sitting up.

He looked around, startled as the world spun in his vision. Toppling back into Oliver's lap, he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Your eyes are gonna be weird for a few minutes, keep them shut if that feels better." The low voice cooed, giving him some comfort. Since when did his voice comfort him?

"How do you feel, pet? Any different?" Oliver prompted, resting both of his hands on Noah's sides. They moved up and down soothingly.

"No, sir, I feel fine-" Noah paused, his face heating up when he realized what he said. "I-I mean-"

"Good boy," Oliver interrupted, his hand swooping up to cover Noah's mouth. "It's working, I see."

Noah slowly opened his eyes, his vision evening out. The TV was off finally, leaving the two in the darkness.

"Whaddya say we get back you back to your cage, yeah?" Oliver lifted Noah carefully.

"Of course,

Sir."

could you pretty please do a drabble where whumper kidnaps whumpee and has his way with them 😈 (w/ lots of crying pls)

Ofc >:) i love doing requests sm

⚠️ WARNINGS ⚠️

Explicit noncon sex, kidnapping, caging, begging (to stop), noncon drugging

Whumper- he/him male anatomy

Whumpee- they/them male anatomy

Not proofread lmao

Whumpee screamed as their limbs were bound with thick, scratchy rope.

"Someone," They cried as the intruder sat on their back and bound their ankles. "Help me! Help!"

The intruder whipped around to smack them in the face. "Shut the hell up, nobody can hear you."

Whumpee's eyes flicked around the walls of their country house with frantic desperation.

Their phone- it had been dropped from their pocket when they went down. It was only a few inches out of their reach; maybe if they stretched further...

Snap!

The intruder's fist came down on the screen, rendering it useless. "Good try, buddy. Aint gonna work."

"No!" They screamed, moving their hand just in time so the intruder missed it. "Let me go! You can have all my shit- I don't care. I won't even call the cops!"

"What did I say?" The man snarled, moving swiftly so his body faced Whumpee's front side. "Do I need to gag you?"

Whumpee swung their unbound hands at the intruder, a hopeless final attempt at escape. Their hands smacked uselessly against the man's muscular body.

"God, I should've knocked you out." He commented, gathering both of Whumpee's hands in one motion and securing rope around them several times.

"Stop it! You can't do this to me!" They screamed, tears pricking in their eyes. "My dad will come looking for me- he's a cop, yknow!"

"Of course, the one time i forget a gag." The intruder groaned, reaching down to Whumpee's nightshirt and tearing it off. He knotted it around a section of the rope, forcing it in Whumpee's mouth.

"Mmph!" Whumpee cried around it, feeling a tear fall down the side of their head to the carpet.

"Muuuuch better," the man drawled. His hand ghosted over Whumpee's collarbone, lingering for just a second.

There was something that crossed the intruder's face, some kind of hunger that made Whumpee want to recoil into themself and hide every inch of skin from him.

Desire.

Whumpee cringed as his hand wrapped around their jaw. The intruder leaned forward so his breath billowed against the skin of their throat. They couldn't even look at him, feeling more tears travel silently down their cheeks.

"So pretty..." he mumbled, his fingers brushing away the tears with glass delicacy. His lips brisked across their jaw, giving them goosebumps.

Whumpee squirmed uncomfortably, turning their head away. "Mmph-"

"I suppose I'll wait till we're home..." he said, his voice low as if he were talking to himself.

Whumpee squealed as they were hoisted up into the man's arms. He carried them bridal style outside as they thrashed, trying to cry out through the gag.

They knew that their neighbors were too far to hear their cries, but they just couldn't stop. They screamed as loud as the gag allowed them to as they were dragged to the man's van and were settled into the back.

"This is gonna hurt, okay, darl'?" The man trailed his cold fingers down Whumpee's cheek, smiling.

Whumpee whimpered as they saw the syringe, kicking their feet desperately. "Mmph! Mmhhhhnph!"

"Shh, shhh..." the man soothed, rubbing their thighs to soothe them. Whumpee wasn't even slightly calmed by this; in fact, they cried harder.

The man forced their head up and shoved the needle in their neck, eliciting more cries of distress.

The back doors of the van slammed shut as Whumpee's heart began to calm its erratic pace. They felt their brain fuzz and cloud over as the drug worked is way through them.

Their vision began to blur and they went unconscious, limp on the van floor.

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Whumpee woke up, groaning. They couldn't even open their eyes. Their whole body was sore; they could barely move without biting their lip in pain.

Biting their lip- they were ungagged. Their arms and legs had been untied as well, but they were only wearing an unfamiliar, dirty tank top and a pair of boxers they had never seen before. As they tried to sit up, their head collided with metal.

They groaned, flopping back down and opening their eyes.

Their surroundings were dim, grey, and cold- a basement. As their vision adjusted, they noticed something that made them want to cry.

They were in a cage.

When they looked out from the bars, they spotted the man who had taken them- kidnapped them- sitting in a chair in front of them.

"You're awake- took you long enough." The man got up and crouched down to the cage's bars. "Right, introductions. My name is Whumper. Yours?"

Whumpee coughed slightly, looking up to make eye contact with Whumper. "My name's Whumpee..."

"'Whumpee'... nice." Whumper nodded, though by the look on his face, he wasn't here to offer whumpee a cup of tea and send them on their way.

"Why am I here?" Whumpee blurted, wrapping their fingers around the bars of the cage.

"Well," Whumper grabbed a key from his pocket, shoving it into the padlock keeping the cage door shut. "Short answer; my last pet died on me. Needed some fresh meat."

Whumpee pushed themself into the back of the cage, heart thrumming. "What?"

"Long answer," Whumper rambled on, "I like hurting people. Started off with animals, but that didn't scratch the itch, yknow?"

The cage door swung open and Whumper drug them out and into his lap. "Then I kidnapped my first human. A fiesty girl, Trinitey was... I got too excited and she died quick.

Then we had Nick. He was such a pretty boy, kinda looked like you." Whumper stroked Whumpee's face as they squirmed. "We were in love, him and I. Nick was my last one, he had to go... tried to bite me when I had him suck me off a couple times."

Whumpee tried to writhe away, whining softly. Whumper continued, one hand around Whumpee's thighs and the other on their neck and shoulders. They were really hoping that Whumper wouldn't fall in love with them next.

"I loved that boy, it was sad to see him go... but I have you now, right? Fresh meat?"

"No-" Whumpee protested, trying to curl up so Whumper couldn't touch them any more. "I don't want this!" Their eyes filled with tears.

"Nobody does, darling~" Whumper purred, holding them firmly as he stood and picked them up. "Luck of the draw. Now stop squirming."

Whumpee tried to cry out, but was muffled by Whumper's hand. "Shh, the only thing that mouth is good for is suckin', yeah?"

Whumpee flinched as their jaw was pried open and Whumper's fingers explored their mouth.

"We'll have to dull these teeth down eventually..." Whumper murmured to himself.

Whumpee was lowered onto a blood-stained mattress and pinned there by Whumper's large arms.

"No, let me go!" Whumpee cried, unable to dry the tears that now ran down their face. Whumper's left hand held both of their wrists together while he slipped his right hand under their shirt.

His hand wandered over their stomach and grazed their sides, getting them to twitch and try to twist away.

"Stop," they whimpered. "Stop, stop, stop, please stop-"

Whumper smacked them, then rubbed their face to cool the burn. "I don't really want to gag you, darling. I advise you quit before I shove something else in that pretty lil' mouth of yours~"

Whumpee shook their head frantically, kicking at Whumper with weak legs. Whumper sat on their legs to combat this and began pulling Whumpee's shirt off.

Whumpee cried harder as the boxers were forced off, letting out a sobbing scream. "Help me!"

"What did I say, Whumpee?" Whumper hissed, gripping Whumpee's cheeks and digging his fingers between their teeth and forcing their mouth open.

Whumpee gagged as the boxers were stuffed into their mouth. "Hhnf!"

"Hush, darling." Whumper murmured, tying whumpee's wrists with the tank top. "Just enjoy it, it'll make this so much easier for the both of us. You spit the boxers out, ill send you back to your family one limb at a time."

Whumpee screamed through the makeshift gag again, squeezing their thighs together defiantly.

Whumper rolled his eyes and forced their legs apart, wrapping his hand around Whumpee's shaft and giving a little squeeze.

Whumpee sobbed out past the fabric in their mouth, trying to breathe through their nose. Whumper stroked once, then twice, pulling disagreeable groans and upset whimpers from their throat.

"Pretty noises..." Whumper commented, speeding up. Whumpee fought and thrashed, hiccuping through their cries.

Whumper kept going, leaning his head down and licking Whumpee's tip. Without warning, their hips jerked towards his mouth.

"See? You do want it..." Whumper cooed, licking again from base to tip. "Good pet~"

Whumpee tried to say 'no,' but it came out as a muffled moan as Whumper placed his lips around their tip and bobbed his head.

"Umph-" whumpee sobbed, trying hard to keep their shaking hips in place as Whumper sucked.

Whumpee felt shame heating their face and sitting like a sickly ooze in their stomach as they got closer. Whumper definitely noticed, pulling off and smirking.

"Oh, you wanna cum?" He cooed. Whumpee shook their head, looking at whumper through wet lashes. "Yes you do, baby. You'll have to work for that privelage."

Whumpee took a deep breath and went to scream, only stopped by Whumper's hand on their throat.

"Its like you want me to kill you." Whumper sneered. He got up and grabbed whumpee, flipping them to their hands and knees. "Relax now."

Whumpee did everything they could to stay tensed as they heard whumper discard his clothes.

"Do i need to put another hole in you?" Whumper hissed, grabbing their hips. "You better start listening, or this is gonna be is long fucking night."

Whumpee squealed in fear, watching as their tears dripped onto the dingy mattress and absorbed in. They let themself relax, but still trembled as whumper's grip tightened on their hips.

"Good job," Whumper murmured, sliding inside them slowly. "Now, let's see how long it takes for you to pass out."

Thinking about: Mahito becoming obsessed with you not because your soul is particularly bright or pure, but because it’s a little bit…tarnished. He’s seen ones like yours before, and he’s not sure what exactly is wrong with them, but he can tell - some humans’ souls are not what they used to be. They’ve sustained damage, although certainly not the kind of damage that he’s used to inflicting.

At the beginning, he was frustrated to realize that there were ways to alter a soul besides his own methods. But frustration has given way to curiosity over time. So he takes you into his home, despite your violent protests, and cajoles you, by any means necessary, into answering his questions.

You’re confused, at first, when he talks about souls, when he asks what happened to yours - but before long, he’ll learn to translate his questions in ways you understand. He’ll prod at the details of your life - were there things that hurt? A lot? Too much to forget about? So much that something changed forever?

When you give way to his pressure and answer him, he’ll grin morbidly the entire time. Any person with a shred of empathy would look at your face and say “I know this must be hard to talk about” - but your hesitance only sharpens his craving for your story. He tugs at every loose string, until he’s sure he’s unraveled the mystery of not only your soul, but every single one like it.

They’ve been hurt, indeed. But not by curses. Quite the opposite.

And he’s satisfied, at last, because although it’s frustrating to see such destruction caused by someone other than him, it’s beautiful in a way, too. The things humans do to each other, and to themselves…they’re fascinating. It makes him almost proud to keep one at his side.

slip

Feitan x Reader drabble // word count 1.5k

In which you dream about someone you shouldn’t, and talk in your sleep.

Tags/Warnings: yandere, kidnapped reader, mention of blood and gore (past and imagined), knives, implied noncon, implied threat of death (to reader), implied murder (not reader), reader is gonna be fucked up over this forever

A/N: first time writing this man, not sure how I feel about it but it’s either post or stare at it forever

As always - 18+, read the tags, if you don’t like the tags then don’t go below the cut. Thank you and enjoy.

There is a knife against your throat, and you barely know how it got there, much less why. You didn’t do anything. Didn’t run, didn’t try to shove your tormentor away, didn’t tell him that you wished he was dead, or worse. You wouldn’t have had the time to do these things, even if you wanted to. You hadn't been awake for a second before his hand stirred from where it had lain on your waist. And now - the blade twitches, slightly. It doesn’t press quite hard enough to make you bleed, but certainly enough to make you picture what would happen if it did. If it kept going, long past the point where red rivulets stained the threadbare sheets beneath you.

A small noise escapes your mouth. You get nothing in response. It takes time for Feitan to speak, when there’s something on his mind.

It’s taking too long, even for him.

Last night, you thought you were safe. He kissed you, after meticulously washing a stranger’s blood out from beneath his nails. He watched you fall asleep, kept a hand on you until exhaustion finally forced you to nod off in the early hours of the morning. The strange affection he gives you is worse than any cruelty you could imagine, but not nearly as bad as the thought that somehow, you’ve managed to lose it. There are no words in your mind, now, only scattered images of what might happen, what you might become, the barely-recognizable thing strewn out across the floor -

“What were you dreaming about?” Feitan’s voice is dull and quiet, as always. Like he’s asking you this over breakfast, and not on what could be your deathbed.

You don’t remember, and you don’t answer. There is no air left for you to speak. 

“What were you dreaming about?” he repeats. It’s almost the same voice, but there’s a hint of urgency, now. The barest hint - but you’ve grown used to interpreting the faint indications he gives you. “Talk.”

“I don’t”- You gasp, but seem to take in nothing. “-don’t remember”-

“You were talking when you were sleeping.” 

Statements like these are dangerous. He expects you to understand what he means, always. He does not like to elaborate.

“I…” You screw your eyes shut, try to forget where you are just enough to remember where you were. “It was night. In the dream. And I was…” Oh. No. You can’t say that part out loud. Never, ever, ever. When you open your eyes, your vision is blurry. They close once more, of their own accord. “I was sitting with someone. Talking.” Someone. Someone has no face, no name - you pray that he’ll let you leave it at that. That he won’t ask for more.

“You said…” His face is close to the back of your neck, and yet, you cannot feel his breath on your skin. “When you were sleeping, you said I love you.”

Your stomach threatens to infringe upon your throat. You curse your sleeping mind for giving you something beautiful to dream of, and for letting it slip out of your mouth. Beautiful things do not survive here, and your mouth is always better kept shut. 

“Who?” 

You’d think, in your present situation, that you wouldn’t have enough room in your head to feel terrified for anyone else. But you do. Terrified enough to try something stupid. 

You’re sure Feitan can feel the tension in your body, the instinctual way it readies itself for a fight (you would lose instantly) or an attempt at escape (you wouldn’t make it an inch). “It wasn’t about”- you choke on your own breath, try again. “It wasn’t about anyone real. Just a dream-person.”

“Bad liar,” he accuses. You do not protest. It was pointless to try. 

And yet, you try again. You know that your answer matters. Enough for you to force more lies across the blade that still presses against your skin. “Someone I used to date. A long time ago.” Really, it was only a few weeks before Feitan….found you that things ended. But time is subjective - it certainly feels like a long time has passed since then. 

“Oh.” If he suspects that you’re lying again, he doesn’t say it. But he does tend to leave a lot of things unsaid. 

“He”- You suck in a breath as the knife twitches again. The movement is not an accident. It’s never an accident - his hands are unnaturally steady, when he wants them to be. “He ended things. I don’t think he thinks about me anymore.” This needs to be true. He needs to believe that it’s true, or-

“But you still think about him.” 

Your stomach churns. “It was just a dream.” Technically not a lie, either. You’d have to say no for it to be a lie.

Feitan pauses for a moment. You’d have expected him to be furious, to take this out on you in some unimaginably awful way. Instead you hear a single sigh, feel it soft against your skin. “He let you go.” He sounds almost confused, his muted voice drawn out just enough to make his resentment clear. The knife turns slightly, and this time, you’re not sure if it was on purpose. “He must be stupid.”

You bite down on the inside of your lip, sharp and hard enough to tear a bit of the lining away. It’s awful when he says these things. Words that could be sweet, if you removed everything around them.

“I can’t control what I dream about,” you whisper, almost too quiet to be heard. “I’m sorry.”

“Okay.” He withdraws the blade, swings his feet off the bed - the floor, decrepit as it is, should creak when he stands, but it never does. “You don’t need to tell me anything else.”

You know better than to be relieved, so you turn over, to your other side, and fix your gaze on the floor. Watch him carefully, indirectly. You listen, your breath almost as silent as his, as he picks up his jacket from the end of your bed, puts it on. 

And he smiles. His face is covered, but you see it in his eyes. “I can figure out the rest.” 

The rest. 

Your heart hammers, but your blood stands still. Frozen in your veins. You know why he’s put on his jacket. Why he’s leaving. Where he’s going.

The knife still dangling from Feitan’s hand catches a shard of your reflection, a smudged picture of a terrified eye that disappears before you can look any closer.

The rest. Name, face, address - all too easy. There are clues in your confiscated possessions, in the place where you used to live. 

It’s as if the knife is still held to your throat. No. It’s as if your skin has already broken beneath it. You do not think in words. You think in gory pictures, infinitely clearer than the haze you see before forcing your eyes shut. Your blood, mixing with what you’re sure will be on that blade by day’s end. Skin-gushing-red-bones-out-something being buried, dirty hands returning to you, staining your face, your clothes, the things underneath, silent breath coming alive, painfully soft in your ear -

You open your eyes. You want to scream at him to stop, to stay. But your mouth stays shut.

“I won’t draw it out.” For a moment, he looks down, and you swear you see his face color. Like he’s said something overly sweet, and can barely stand it. “I promise.”

It’s enough to make it real. Enough to unseal your lips. “Don’t…” You should be yelling. But it’s all you can do, finding enough strength to make a near-silent, desperate appeal. “Please. You don’t have to. I’m not going to - to run. To him or anyone else. I’m not gonna do anything. I don’t - it was just a dream…”

“Stop.” His smile drops, eyes narrow. Voice even quieter than usual, deathly calm.

You go silent. Perfectly still.

“If you keep trying to save him, I’ll break my word. I already want to.” 

You forget how to breathe. 

This can’t be a choice you have to make. This can’t be in your hands. There are words in your head, finally, and you can’t say them. 

You have to say them.

“I’m sorry.” 

"Okay." He stares at you for far too long, unblinking. For seconds, or maybe hours, or maybe days - they’re all the same, to you, now. “It’s okay.”

No. He is unforgivably wrong. Nothing will ever be okay again. You’re in some other world, in your mind, and it’s going to take more than you have to yank you out of it. 

You can barely see him in front of you. His voice reverberates strangely in your head. But when he moves, it’s like your senses pull themselves together. You realize that your eyes are wet, that a tear is rolling down the bridge of your nose, that you can breathe after all, but only in ragged gasps…

“You look…nice…when you cry.” He drops his gaze once more, tugs up on the cloth that covers his face. His smile is back, creasing the corners of his eyes, and it is the ugliest thing you have ever seen. “Wonder if he thought that, too.”

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 5- A date gone Dark

(TWs: Mentions of drugging,Manipulation, Forced kiss, Yandere behaviour if you squint. Dead dove do not eat I think?)

You entered your room and sat down on the floor, slamming the door behind you. You were beyond upset at Mark, he’d been cancelling out on your get togethers for years now but the moment you did? Suddenly it was wrong.

Mark was allowed to push you aside and replace you as much as he wanted. Merely thinking about it caused you to clench your fists incredibly hard. But no more, no longer were you going to deal with that bullshit. Damien would never do such a thing to y- Wait, why are you thinking about Damien? Your argument with Mark had nothing to do with him. Maybe Mark was right. Going on this date might be a bad ide- Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your head, followed by a piercing ringing in your ears that made you squeeze your eyes shut.. You groaned and held your head in pain, stretching out your legs. You blinked once it stopped, feeling lightheaded. What were you thinking about?

Oh yes, Damien. You felt like you could go on for hours about how sweet he’s been to you. “You deserve somebody who won’t take you for granted..Somebody who could give you the world..” He’d told you. You didn’t want to think about Damien too much, but he just kept invading your mind, taking hold of it with his sweet words or his smooth voice. 

Your foot suddenly made contact with something, a deck of tarot cards. It piqued your curiosity so you picked it up and shuffled the deck before spreading it out. You picked up the first card, turning it over to reveal the seven of swords.

Deception.

You shakily place it down before picking up your second tarot.

The Devil.

The creature in the illustration looming over a chained subordinate kneeling to him. The room felt colder and the strange scar on your wrist started to burn again.

With a shaky hand you picked up your final tarot.

The moon.

Something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to pounce.

The pain jolted through your body again, and in a moments notice you've suddenly found yourself fully dressed for your date. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of apprehension before meeting Damien. You couldn’t back out on him now. It’d be rude. What was the worst that could happen anyway? 

You entered the restaurant with Damien, taking in its magnificent glamour. You’d only really seen places like this in your dreams or just passing by. Damien pulled out a chair for you and smiled gentlemanly at you while you sat down. His charming demeanor made you melt inside while making you uncomfortable at the same time.

Damien sat in front of you, smiling charmingly while he poured wine for the 2 of you. You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I chose to come out here with you. It really takes my mind off the whole situation I had with Mark.” You said, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted odd and much more..bitter than it should be. You took another sip to confirm you weren’t imagining it. Damien smiled at you. “Of course. Anything for you. I could take you to the places you want to go..” Suddenly, your vision started to blur and you felt drowsy.

Your head started to hurt.

“I can especially take you to the places you don’t want to go..” Damiens grin turned sinister. You quickly shoved your hands into your pockets and made an attempt to call Mark with whatever remained of your strength. Damien stalked towards you. “There is nothing that you, Or he could ever do to stop me. You’re powerless now, little mouse..” He grabbed your chin forcefully and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Don’t worry, mon amour. You’ll never leave me again..” A quiet cry of panic escaped your lips before everything went dark.

AGGRESSION   //   SEXUAL  TENSION .

acts  that  could  be  aggressive   //   or  a  little  bit  sexy   //   or  both.                     send  a  symbol  from  your  muse  to  mine.  feel  free  to  combine  actions  or  add  specifics  even  when  it  doesn’t  ask  for  it   !     can  send  non - sexually  as  well.

THREATENING

🔪   //   put  a  knife  to  my  muse’s  throat .

🖐️   //   put  a  hand  around  my  muse’s  throat .

👕   //   slide  a  weapon  up  under  my  muse’s  shirt     (   can  specify   ) .

👔   //   grab  my  muse  by  the  collar   &   pull  them  closer .

🔒   //   lock  my  muse  in  a  room  alone  with  your  muse .

🗩   //   verbally  threaten  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

PINNING

🔙   //   push  my  muse  against  a  wall .

📌   //   pin  my  muse’s  wrists  above  their  head .

🔵   //   grab  my  muse  hard  enough  to  leave  a  bruise .

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse .

➰   //   tie  my  muse  to  a  chair .

⭕   //   restrain  my  muse  with  an  item  of  clothing     (   please  specify   ) .

🚨   //   push  my  muse  to  the  ground   &   straddle  them .

📢   //   tell  my  muse   ‘  stop  squirming   !  ’ .

🔗   //   otherwise  restrain  my  muse     (   please  specify   ) .

LIGHTER

👀   //   grab  my  muse’s  jaw   &   direct  their  gaze  towards  yours .

⚡   //   tug  my  muse’s  hair .

⚠️   //   bite  my  muse     (   can  specify  where   ) .

😏   //   give  my  muse  a  hickey .

✂️   //   run  fingernails  over  my  muse’s  skin   &   scratch  them .

💦   //   cover  my  muse’s  mouth .

DARKER

💋   //   give  my  muse  a  kiss  that  draws  blood .

🗡️   //   cut  my  muse  with  a  knife     (   can  specify  where   ) .

💀   //   kidnap  my  muse .

😶   //   put  a  hand  over  my  muse’s  nose   &   mouth .

💥   //   tighten  something  around  my  muse’s  throat  that  restricts  their  blood - flow  /  oxygen  supply     (   please  specify   ) .

I can’t decide what I love more: the use of POGGERS, the fray lyrics, the volleyball in the banner or the whiplash reading this gave me 😭 TW WATTPAD INDEED <333

i was 𝖐𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖉 by the 𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖎 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖘?!?!🥺

@undermattsun your server is a fever dream and i am terminal.

a/n (the first of many): this is the absolute worst thing i have ever seen and i will love and protect it for the rest of my life. check out the rest of this flaming piss fire here. i am completely, wholly sorry for anyone that reads this. no. one. perceive. me.

pairing: sendai frogs x the oc from a 5sos fanfic i wrote in 2013

word count: ~800 of the last words my brain cells will ever produce

tw? wattpad.

“Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend

Somewhere along in the bitterness

And I would have stayed up with you all night

Had I known how to save a life” - The Fray (a/n: sorry, i don’t listen to normal music like the other girls if you don’t like the fray gtfo-_-)

it’s funny how life works. one day, you’re just sitting on the bus, putting my long thick beautiful hair in to a messy bun (ugh i’m so ugly) and the next, i get thrown into a van.

“w-what are you doing?” i say, i bit my lip nervously because i’m quirky.

“were the sendai frogs. your ours now.”

Step one, you say, "We need to talk."

He walks, you say, "Sit down. It's just a talk."

He smiles politely back at you

You stare politely right on through

i guess i should introduce myself. my name is delilah ackerman but i prefer to go by my nickname esme dark-waters. yes i am from new york city but i HATE THE PLAIN WHITE T’s okay so don’t fucking say it.(a/n: i dont listin to normie bands like that ew) i have long curly hair and piercings green eyes and porcelain skin but i am so fucking ugly. all of the “pretty girls” at my college where north face jackets and leggings but i’m not like them. i wore band t-shirts from pierce the veil and twenty one pilots and beanies and leggings because i’m quirky.

i was sitting on the buss coming home from classes (i’m an english major and i love Shakespeare because i’m different and smart tehe ^.^) when i tall blonde man sits next to me. i tuck my long curly pink hair begind my ear, biting my lip i turn to him.

“hi” i say nervously, biting my lip.

“hi, delilah.” he chuckles darkly.

“wait,” i stuttered, “how do you know my name?” i ask worriedly.

“my name is kei tsukishima, your mob boss father hasn’t paid his debts so we’re going to kidnap you and keep you as are slave.” he darkly chuckled, grabbing my wrist. (a/n: hehe i love salty-shima sm he’s so fucking hawt)

Some sort of window to your right

As he goes left and you stay right

Between the lines of fear and blame

You begin to wonder why you came

After i was shoved into a car and driven to a bunker under a volleyball gym, i met the rest of the mob volleyball team that took me.

“poggers, my name is kanji koganegawa.” another large man stands up from where he was sitting down. he had long blonde hair spiked up and a black streak in the middle.

“hi esme, did you miss me?” you turn around abruptly at the sound of your ex boyfriend kyoutani kentarou. you gasp.

gasping, you turn to kyoutani. “w-what are y-you doing h-here?”

“what do you mean? i’m a volleyball player for this mob-slash-volleyball team. the sendai frogs.” he looks at me curiously, he runs his hand through his shaved hair in frustration.

“i don’t know anything about volleyball!” i say loudly, “i’m NOT like the OTHER GIRLS.”

the tallest man who you knew as tsukishima comes up and grabbed your arm, pulling you into his broad chest. you look up at him dreamily.

“i’ve been watching you for a while now delilah esme dark-waters ackerman. and i am in love with you. please forgive me.” you look up to kei with your giant emerald orbs, orbs filling with tears.

“you love me? but why? i’m so ugly?” i let tears roll down my freckled cheeks, biting my lip nervously.

“why do you think we kidnapped you? it’s because you’re beautiful.” kei pulls me into a passionate kiss and our tongues fight for dominance. fighting for dominance, our tongues dance is each other’s mouth and i moan loudly,

“hey asshole,” i hear kyoutani smirk behind me, “she’s in love with me. she’s mine.”

As he begins to raise his voice

You lower yours and grant him one last choice

Drive until you lose the road

Or break with the ones you've followed

a/n: omg thank u so much for reading! this is my first story i’ve written and i hope u luv it! note: NONE OF THE LYRICS ARE MINE THEY ALL BELONG TO THE FRAY. anyway, part two should be coming out soon! luv u all!!<3

last updated: 1/8/2012

do. not. perceive. me. dymphnasprose 2021©️

Ｈｙｐｎｏｔｉｃ ＭＹＧ

Synopsis - You go out to rockstar Agust D’s performance. But he gets one look at you and is hooked instantly.

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Rockstar! Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, drug induced sex, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping

Authors Note - As you can tell I'm writing for all the members lol, also sorry your mom sucks

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

He was so cool.

Agust D was performing right in front of you, the front row to his concert being the best view you could ever ask for. He was so passionate in his craft and you were entranced. All his songs showed the time and effort going into them and the fact that he loved performing them. Even if it was such a small venue and audience.

Hell you had to beg to even be allowed to go and you couldn't even be more happier if you tried.

Then he made eye contact with you. You could feel your breathing stop as he smiled and winked before continuing back to performing. God you could nearly faint.

The entire rest of the night you were filled with butterflies, Agust D noticed you of all people. Or maybe it was something he did with any girl he saw, and you were just blowing it out of proportion. Whatever it meant it didn't matter, you were going to ride that high all the way to the end.

By the time the concert ended and you could finally leave without being bombarded by a mass of people leaving at once you reached inside of your small crossbody bag to grab you phone. That was until you were interrupted by a hand touching your shoulder, making you jump.

You turned around to see a buff security guy with a clipboard in hand. “Ma'am, your wanted backstage.”

“Did I do something wrong!? I'm so sorry if I di-”

“None of the sort, actually Mister Agust wants to see you and I'm here to escort you there.” You darted your eyes all around before looking back up at the man.

“Is this like a prank?” You finally ask raising a brow.

“Nope. But I will say that we don't usually do this and to be honest this is my first time even seeing him request someone to be brought to him, so no. This is very much real.”

“Holy Shit! Do I just like- oh God!” You began to freak out fanning yourself with your hands as the guard laughed and smiled at you.

“It's okay ma'am follow me.”

🎸

And you did all the way until you reached a room with a shiny metal plate with the engravings Agust D dead in the center. The guy knocked for you a low hum being heard from the other side in response. “Hey, it's the girl you wanted to see. Do you want her now?”

“That's a dumb ass question, of course I do.”

That was him.

It was really him

The guard nodded at you and left leaving you to actually open the door. You hesitated the door handle wiggling in your grasp, and you took a deep breath before walking through the door.

He sat there in all his glory, on his couch messing with a guitar. Agust D… His orange hair fell, covering his eyes. The same ones that stared at you right now.

You found your hand going up to your hair and nervously played with it as he made his way over to you. It was a bad nervous tick you had and you couldn't stop it. “I love your music, so much Mr Agust D!” You finally pushed out all in a single rush of confidence.

“Call me Yoongi baby,” He got up from his position and put the guitar on it's stand before making his way over to you. He eyed you up and down, stopping whenever he stood right in front of you, his eyes looking into your own. You could see the sweat sticking his hair to his forehead. “God your even prettier up close.”

“You think I'm pretty?” You began freaking out again looking everywhere but him.

“Of course, you never heard that before?” He snickered out, still working on tuning his guitar. The way his hands moved, had you in a daze.

“No actually, and thank you.”

“Yeah,” He patted the empty spot on the couch next to him. “Come sit.” You moved to where you sat all the way to the other side of the couch making sure you didn't interfere with what he was doing. “I'm pretty sure your familiar with the fact that this is my last America show before I head back home right?”

“Yes of course!” You basically blurted out. You groaned before placing your head in your hands letting out a small sorry. Yoongi laughed, and you swore it was like bells chiming, the sound making your body heat up even more than it already was.

“And well I was going to leave as soon as possible cause y’know I wanna go home n shit. But, then I saw you tonight.”

“Me?” You added surprised, still not believing the situation you were in right now.

“Yup, you. With that pretty little lacey top. Anyways here I am thinking wow I really want to get to know this girl better, but I can't do that if I leave. And I decided, how about I just hang with you tonight?”

Yoongi was now looking directly at you. But if only he could see the inner turmoil you were experiencing right now. You had to get home and call your mom to pick you up, orrr you could spend your night with your idol and just get a ride with him later on.

God you were going to regret this.

“I would love too! Was that too loud?”

“No, not at all. It was adorable. Come on let's get the fuck out of here.”

🎸

Yoongi was so different from his persona.

He had taken you to a quiet late night dinner, letting you order whatever you wanted and more just to make you happy. This was drastically different from who he presented himself as on stage. But you loved the duality in it all. The entire time he would tell you about all his travels and what he's working on. And you listened to everything he said, his life being much more exciting than your own.

“Shit I've been talking about myself this entire time, I'm so sorry about that beautiful. Tell me about you.” Yoongi leaned back taking a sip of the coke he got for himself.

“Well um, I'm taking a gap year right now before I switch majors, so I'm working to make a little money for myself.” You spun your straw around in the milkshake be practically ordered for you. He said you deserved something sweet in your life, and that it was his treat. Honestly it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for you. “I'm staying with my mom until I get things straightened out with buying my own space. And that's really it honestly.”

“So no like real friends or anything?” Yoongi asked sitting back up to lean on the counter.

“Nope.”

“Well take it from me, you deserve more in life.” Yoongi placed down his drink. “No one really deserves to be alone like that.”

You looked away giving a small smile. “Thank you Yoongi. You know I never expected to be hanging out with you tonight. Your world is so different than mine. I usually have just sit at home and done nothing. So I think what I'm trying to say is thank you for taking me out.

“It was no problem, I enjoy hanging out with you. Plus it's just a bonus your cute.”

“Pshh stop it, there's so many other choices.” You downplayed his attraction to you, he shouldn't try to even say things like that.

“Yeah but I choose you. And there's no changing that.” He took out a sharpie and took your arm, slowly beginning to write. When he was done you saw he had written his number down your arm. You smiled at him and he gave a even wider one back, showing his gums. “It's pretty late, let me get you home. Plus I got a flight to catch tomorrow.”

🎸

Sneaking into your house was harder than you thought for as soon as you stepped into the door your mom was in the kitchen, with the lights on eyeing you like a hawk.

“How did you get home?” She questioned bluntly.

“A friend got me, the traffic was horrible."

“Don't lie to me. Your friends are all home and no where near here. So. Let me ask you again. How did you get home?”

“I walked.”

“At this time of night?! Do you know what the fuck could've happened. You could've gotten hurt, I could've lost you.” She lamented. Her hands slammed into the table in frustration. Yet you just kept quiet and refused to look at her. “Oh now you got that dumbass look on yo face like you did nothing wrong.”

“Okay.”

That's all you had to say. It's all you could muster to say. Then you turned around start heading to your room down the hall. All while she kept yelling at you for god knows what. You refused to let her see you cry, she can't have that power over you.

🎸

The next few weeks of your life couldn't be more perfect. You spent every waking minute talking to Yoongi. He'd constantly show you what he'd been working on and his friends back in Korea.

He even called you every night.

“Baby I want to get you over here immediately.” He'd said one night while you got ready for bed.

“Yoongiii you know I can't do that. My mom won't even allow me to go on a vacation in America on my own.” This was a frequent topic of conversation for the two of you. He had wanted you over with him so bad. The thing is that the two of you aren't even a thing yet. For all you know, your just friends.

“Well I miss you, and I don't have another break in another week or or so.” Yoongi groaned out. “A week is pretty long to me atleast.”

“Oh you can wait a week. Then you can come visit and we can hang out again.” You hoped he didn't put that much thought into your dismissiveness.

“Fine, only because it's you.”

“I'm going to have to like beg my mom to let me out the house again on my own.” You say looking behind you. The door was closed, which meant she probably wouldn't barge in your room and hear what you were saying.

“Aren't you a grown woman? Why does she care what you, as a grown woman now, does?” Yoongi did have a point. You were 19, and honestly you wouldn't say that's a reasonable age to refered to as a grown woman. But still he had a point.

“I mean yeah, I just don't want to severe that connection to her.”

“Yeah but she walks all over you, I just want you to be alright that's all. You know I care about you.”

That could've made you faint with how hard you were swooning. You made a mhmm noise before going silent, maybe you could put some thought into cutting off that tie with your mom.

🎸

As you were getting ready for bed about a week or two later a knock resounded at your window. You walked over and opened the blinds seeing Yoongi. In his iconic leather jacket and black pants. You jumped back, you weren't expecting that at all. You opened the window allowing him to crawl in. “Wow your room is more cozy that I'd expect. Anyways get some clothes on, I got a room somewhere and we're going out.”

“But my mom!?” You whisper yelled.

“Fuck her! I came all this way for you. That means your important to me. Which also means that god damnit we're hanging out tonight!”

“I can't say no to do that I guess.” You slipped on a jacket and a pair of boots. “But we can't go out the front door, Jesus I haven't snuck out since like ever.”

“That was never my plan, we're going out the window.” Yoongi hopped out reaching his hand out to take yours, pulling you out. Your hands held the glass and you slid it down the furthest it would go. That was until you were interrupted by Yoongi pulling you to a motorbike. “I rented it out just for you, I have way more at home. I also just wanted to scare you a bit.”

“Ahh. I'm so scared. Let's go before she looks out the window.”

“Fine fine, hop on.”

🎸

You'd been in his hotel room for quiet a bit by now, just chilling with your idol. It was strange, this was a scenario you could only dream about. Yet it was now your reality, his arm around your waist pulling you in close to him on the couch.

“Can I let you in on a little secret?” Yoongi moved to where his lips brushed over your ears. You nodded. “I've wanted you so bad ever since I saw you during my set baby.” The way he let the word baby run off his tongue. Your panties instantly got damp. “Would you let me have you?”

“I umm. I haven't done that type of stuff before. I'm still a virgin- Plus I don't want to just be a one night stand thing…”

”Oh so that's the issue… shhhh don't worry, I’m not going to leave you high and dry, haven’t you always wanted to sleep with a rock star? Sleep with me?” Yoongis hand trailed down your chin his smile growing on his face. His thumb pushed down on your bottom lip.

You nodded shyly, watching Yoongi lean in, connecting both of your lips together. You hummed into the kiss, melting instantly. He wrapped both of his arms around your waist pulling you in even closer, both of your bodies heating the room instantly. He pulled away going to latch himself onto your neck, leaving a dark purple mark as he pulled away. “Take off everything, I want to see you.” Yoongi whispered huskily leaning back into the couch. You worked on taking off your clothes standing up to get everything off. Yoongi picked up one of his half burnt blunt and took a deep breath in, smoke billowing out of his mouth. Earlier he'd had this big smoke fest and you could've swore you were contact high at some point.

At this point you were fully naked and were just watching Yoongi slowly take off his shirt and jeans, only leaving himself in a pair of Calvin Kelin boxers, showing his dick imprint. He raised his hand motioning you over, and you did, almost in a trance as he took another hit groaning into the blunt itself. He grabbed your hand pulling you down on the couch and kissed you, pushing smoke into your mouth. You choked and gagged on the secondhand smoke, the experience burning your throat raw. You jerked away coughing harshly, yet Yoongi smirked at you setting the blunt on a ashtray nearby.

“Fuck that hurt huh? I'm sorry baby…” Yoongi said half dazed. “Pull off my boxers baby, I need to feel you.” You stopped heaving to go for Yoongis boxers, collapsing on the floor in front of him. Your knees bruised on impact making you hiss, your fingers hooking onto the band and you slowly pulled them down. His tip was flushed red and pre leaked down his length. Yoongi looked back down at you, hand reaching out to let your head. “Suck it baby.”

“I-I’ve never done this before…”

“That's alright, I can teach you. Wouldn't you like that?”

“Mmm…”

“Kiss the tip.” You reached up and kissed the head of his cock slowly. Yoongi hissed and moaned out his grip on your hair tightened. “Like that, just like that…” The whole experience felt weird, this isn't something that you usually do, your mom for starters wouldn't like this. Yet here you were in front of your dream man and you couldn't feel anything but a harsh distinction from your normal self. Yoongi pulled your hair snapping you out the mindless set of kisses you gave him. “Hey, Hey not to much, now lick the underside, then take it into your mouth.”

“Yoongi, I don't know about this… My mom doesn't even know that I'm out right now.” Yoongis hands went to your cheeks lifting your head up and bringing his down.

“You want this don't you. Don't you want me?”

“I'm just saying-”

“Don't question this, don't question what's destiny baby.” Yoongi let you go grabbing the blunt again. He took a deep puff and blew it on the top of your head, afterwards leaning down and planting a small kiss to the top of your head. Your hands trembled as you took him by the base of his length and licked the underside of his cock. Yoongi groaned and you kept going licking up pre and swirling your tongue around his head. You took a break and came for air. Then you began to take him down your throat. You instantly gagged but Yoongi held your head down, and began to fuck your face feverishly.

You began to beat on his thighs, looking down and seeing bruises beginning to form. But he just kept groaning and fucking your face. “I'm about to cum! I'm gonna fill that fucking face.” And he did, cum shooting down your throat. You pulled off your mouth having a weird cloud like feeling to it. The slime coated your tongue and you tried to scrape the feeling with your teeth. But Yoongi gave you no time to recuperate as he pulls you up by your underarms. He sat you next to him on the couch. His hand sat on your thigh and he leaned over to sit his head on your thighs. Moving your thighs and moved your body to be fully on the couch. He pulled your thighs apart and kissed on them feverishly.

“If I got to cum you gotta cum too baby… I want you to be just as happy as me. Plus I just love eating pussy.” He then dug his face in-between your thighs, kissing and sucking at your bud. You gasped out and bit down on your forearm, trying to keep quiet. But Yoongi looked up and grabbed at you, pulling the arm away. “Make all the noise you want, show me how good I make you feel.” He got back to work and groaned into your cunt. You could feel his tongue prod at your hole, beginning to tongue fuck you. His hands came to rub at your bud pushing you close to your release.

“Yoongi! I'm… I'm gonna-”

“Do it, do it for me.” Yoongi ordered sitting up to look deep into your eyes, his hand pressing down on your mound. You followed close in release, cumming all over his hand. Yoongi brought his hand to his mouth licking at your juices. “Fuck that tastes good.” Yoongi leaned down kissing you again and you looked past his head and saw the clock. It was damn near 2 in the morning. Your mom would definitely realize that you were gone but now.

“I have to get home, probably already knows I snuck out.” By reaching for your phone and looking at all the missed calls and texts from your mother.

Mom: Where are you honey?

Mom: Are you somewhere the house?

Mom: I know you snuck out, you left a damn crack in that window.

Mom: Pick up. The phone.

Mom: I'm not in the mood to play with you.

You freaked out even more slipping on your bra and dropping your phone. “I even smell like sex! I'm-” Tears welled up in your eyes. “She's going to kill me! I don't want to- want to-” You could barely finish your sentence.

“You don't have to go.”

“What… what are you even-”

“You can stay with me, think about it. Free of worries. Hanging with a Rock Star… Don't you want that? You've been wanting that. You told me, you want freedom.” Yoongi only slipped on his boxers and a robe he has strewn out in the room. He made his way over to your worried form. His hands massaged at your shoulders, head falling onto your shoulder. “I have everything ready, I just need your say so.”

He kissed your cheek and and his hands felt at your hips. “Really? You'd do that for me?”

“Really… baby I love you so much all I want is to live with you. Breathe in you. I want you so bad I want to die with you.” Yoongi whispered into your ear. “All that time you spent talking to me I've only fallen further and further in love with you.” He smiled continuing to kiss at your neck.

“I… I guess.”

“Then stop worrying baby, I'm here for you, I'll always be here for you.” Yoongi smiled at you popping off your bra once more. He reached around and gave you his jacket, motioning for you to get back on the couch. In which you did, the stress immediately coming off your back.

Maybe all you had to do was let him take the wheel for once.

🎸

At the airport you stood with Yoongi waiting for his private flight. He kept you close, hand around your waist every once and a while kissing the top of your head.

Yoongi couldn't be more happier. This was such a blissful peace. But his phone rang in his pocket disrupting that peace. “Yes?”

“It's been done boss, no trace of her or her mother.”

“Both are gone, never to be traced again?”

“Yes sir.”

“Thanks knew I could trust you guys.” Yoongi hung up tending back to you.

“Who was that?” You asked.

“Nothing you gotta worry that sweet little head about. Now come on we're going to be late for our flight.”

Ｃａｒｎａｇｅ ＪＨＳ

Synopsis - The world has come to and end with a Virus breaking out and depleting the population. On your quest for survival you find your life getting mixed in wth the one of a gang

Pairing - Dark! Yandere! Gang leader! Jung Hoseok x Fem!Reader

Warnings - DUBCON, acts of violence, gaslighting to the extreme, kinda kidnapping, Prevert Hoseok. To the extreme.

Authors Note - Keke Palmer and Gabrielle Union in this one. All I have left to post is a Joon fic then Ill be able to get to requests!!

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

The virus has ravaged the world, tanking the population to being barely anything. Without any form of power in place, people had turned into monsters, gangs forming and hurting anyone who came in their path. Without any government, thus no true form of punishment, they lived off the thrill, doing whatever sedated their impulsive urges.

The underbelly of humanity had truly surfaced.

And throughout it all you'd been safe, hiding out in an abandoned motel. The place was pretty fortified and hidden protecting you from the outside world. It placed you in a place of never needing to protect yourself and just having to get through each day. You knew what the world had become but just refused to acknowledge it. It's not like you ever had to encounter it anytime soon.

Plus you had a small group with only two other members.

Keke was the sort of scavenger of the group. She could make anything out of what she needed often fortifying new inventions for the sake of keeping the group hidden and to benefit their survival. Keke often gave you new technology to use as the means of preserving food and gathering clean water. Not only that but she was pregnant, something that worried you but she always brushed it off saying she was going to be just fine.

Your other companion was Gabrielle or Gabi for short. She was a sort of leader, taking the role of guidance when it came to survival. You didn't mind that there even was a leader, that type of meaningless mindset went away when people decided to murder each other for fun. Plus her guidance was usually helpful and aided in keeping the others away from facing the world for what it became.

However the current reality was, that your group would soon run out of food and materials. That led you to walking about a mile down to the nearest convince store. This was your first interaction with the outside world in general since that day of finding your group.

All you had was a duffel bag and was told to fill it to the brim. So you left, taking your precious time to get to the store. Once you got there, you moved the slab of wood, that acted in place of the door. You slipped inside quietly trying to avoid as much attention being drawn to yourself as possible.

It was in pretty bad shape, the interior reeking of blood and gore. Yet the shelves still had something for you to scavenge. So you began to quietly take canned goods and sat them gracefully in your bag. By the time you were done, there was a good bit left on the shelves. This could mean an endless supply of food, and you couldn't wait to get back to the group. They'd be so happy to know of permanent food access, just in case you were to run out again.

About to leave, your eyes darted across the room, landing on a lonesome bookshelf. You loved to read, no matter what the genre was. It would take you to a new reality of sorts, one where you couldn't be bothered or harmed. It was a feeling you craved during these dark times.

So you sat there on the ground in silence looking at the backs of books, seeing which ones you were going to take back with you. The majority was romance, making you swoon much more. You never really had any real relationships before the outbreak, so you'd taken to once more looking at books to fill that hole.

Yet you couldn't even realize that someone was right behind you.

“That one's pretty good.”

You shot up and turned around looking face to chest with a tall black-haired man. He smiled snidely as you stumbled back ensuring to not collapse into the bookcase. “Wow your jumpy, it's alright. I ain't gon hurt ya.”

“What do you want-” You mustered out quickly. “Please don't take my supplies! I need to feed my gr-”

“Shhh,” His finger went on top of your lips, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip. “I don't want that meaningless junk. I'd rather something more valuable. Ya know something worthwhile.” He whispered, voice hushed into your ear. Your palms became sweaty as he kept taking steps toward you. He was cornering you in, his whole being threatening you to not make any noise.

“Please, I'm so sorry.”

“You know, you're in Hope territory right?” The Hope gang was one of the 7 harshest gangs that came from the populous wipe. And you being in their territory meant the worse for you.

“I didn't know! I swear, please I'm sorry.”

“Ya know ya got consequences for that right?” He kept moving towards you, his hands now falling on your thighs. They moved up slowly to grab at your ass harshly. You gasped out, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “I think a good consequence is coming with me.”

His hands were now on your hips.

“You should be with me.”

His thumbs rubbed at your stomach.

“Please me.”

He let out a groan of seemingly pleasure his final statement now close to your ear once more.

“Fuck me.”

You needed to get out of here.

Now.

You grabbed a nearby empty rack and shoved it forwards. The man stumbled back and you took off, leaving the duffel bag behind.

You had to get away from that freak. You pushed the wood out of the way not even looking back at the Hope Gang member. You pushed your body, speeding down the open road.

Yet men started to appear all around, chasing after you. All of them were apart of Hope Gang.

You looked back seeing the man just standing there, a wicked smile on his face. He waved at you, creepily, then put two fingers in front of his mouth and licked in between them, taunting you.

That made you turn around quickly and start running again.

This was the closest you've ever been to the outside apocalyptic world. And you were never going to do that again.

☀️

When you finally made it back to the base, you'd lost the men chasing after you.

“Keke! Gabi!”

The two women came down at the sound of your yells. “What happened? Where's the bag?” Gabi instantly asked you.

“The Hope gang. I was on Hope territory!” You frantically pushed out. You were sobbing, all the while heaving to try and catch your breath.

“Oh god, did they see where you went?!” Gabi asked patting your shoulder. “Forget that, come on let's go into my room.” You nodded heaving again, your group going up the stairs and into a room. Gabi sat you down on a bed and stood across from you leaning on a wall. Keke sat next to you, rubbing your arm comforting you.

Gabi took a deep breath in. “Did they see you, see where you went, or anything that could reveal our location?”

“A bunch of their men saw me. I lost them though so I don't think they know where we stay.”

“Then it's all good. Let's just forget about it alright? If something were to happen, wouldn't it have happened already?” Keke added. You both turned to look at her. She did have a point, the majority of the gangs worked on instinct rather than any actual plans. “Let's just have the day continue as normal.”

“Alright, if you say so, let's resume to normal, you got dinner right?” Gabi pointed at you. You nodded giving a thumbs up. “Let's just hope they let this slide.”

☀️

For 4 days it was peaceful. You almost forgot the encounter.

Almost.

BANG!

You jumped out of bed heart stopping at the loud noise. You had on only a tank and a pair of pajama pants. The book you were reading was strewn out next to you. Gabi's voice and an oddly familiar voice could be heard outside your door.

“Where is she?!”

“No! I'm not telling you shit- Wait let go! Let the fu-”

Her voice was now muffled. You moved to peek out the window seeing the dark-haired man from earlier breathing heavily. You took not another second to look and closed the blinds quickly. Backing further into the room, staying quiet, your hand covered your mouth. The fuzziness of your pajama bottom and top helped you have something to choke on to keep quiet.

“I got one last room to go through! Wonder if this is it? Let's see huh…”

At the sound of that you moved to the bathroom, hiding in the bathtub.

The sound of the door creaking open terrified you. You put your sleeve back into your mouth trying to be quiet. You could hear his footsteps echoing forwards. “I know your in here baby. The bed is still messy, and would you look at this, a book? ‘Carnage’? That's cute.”

He steps were getting closer.

“I've been thinking about you.”

He was looking around your room. You could hear him begin to move towards your bathroom. This was for sure going to be the end of you.

“I need you to be with me, I know you want that too.”

The door opened. The only thing hiding you was the shower curtains.

“Think about that peace we could have baby. You and me on the top of the world.”

Then you were blinded by the sudden the light.

“Found you.”

And for sure it was him. He pulled you up by your forearm, his smile growing wider and wider. “Please, please, please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!”

“Shh Shhh. You're not in the wrong here baby. No need for that. I'm here to take you somewhere better.” He sounded purely delusional. “Shit I never even told you my name!” You tried to go for the bathroom door that was now wide open, but he quickly moved to where his huge frame covered the opening. His hand slammed the door shut, making you jump back into the wall, tripping on the toilet. “The names Hoseok baby. Leader of the Hope Gang.”

Well shit. The fucking leader of one of the most notorious gangs was seeking you out. Now you had to comply.

“H-Hu-Hi.” That's all you could muster out.

“You're adorable. Just adorable! I'm going to have so much fun with you.” Hoseok dug in his back pocket and fished out a cloth. “Now just to be safe, we gotta play the part baby.”

His hands made quick work covering your mouth. You nodded quickly, beginning to cry.

“Now act scared.”

If only he knew.

☀️

The Hope Gang had broke past the wall. Hoseok had you all lined up with gags in your mouths. His men were raiding the place and taking whatever they wanted. He kept his eyes always on you. You were down on your knees in between Gabi and Keke.

“Now we been watching y'all for days! And this one was on my territory.” Hoseok pointed his gun at you. You knew it was loaded, he'd told you that. It was a precaution for your other friends, he was willing to go all the way just for you. “So how do you guys suppose we settle that?” He got up close and personal with Gabi, then Keke, and finally you. He winked at you and smiled. “Nothin’ huh?”

Gabi struggled against her bound mouth, the cloth working it's way out of her mouth. “Please! We're sorry, she's sorry, you don't have to do this.” Hoseoks head whipped to her direction.

“Aww you gotta ruin the fun of the whole interrogation thing. But I got a solution, and as you see it's already in process, I just want a little cherry on top of all I'm getting tonight.”

Then he looked at you.

Eyes full of lust and power. With each slow step, you inch away. Your mind started running you began to have second thoughts about everything. The best thing to do was go into hiding, and get the fuck out of there.

Yet of course it hadn't gone your way at all

He began to rush at you, grabbing the back of ur neck and pulling you up. You yelled out and began to thrash. Hoseok pressed your foreheads together trying to somewhat calm you down. His breath fanned over your face and he spoke quietly. “You're doing amazing. Sorry about that.” He pulled away and licked the side of your face, making you visibly shiver and tremble.

“Fucking let go of her! You fucking freak!” Gabi yelled launching at the two of you. But all she did was fall on her side. Your captor looked at her before turning back to you, giving you a bone-chilling smile. He purses his lips together shushing you.

“Watch this.”

He walked slowly to Gabi, aiming his gun at the pocket inside of Gabi's leg. Right at her knee. He pulled the trigger and she let out a scream. He for sure blew her knee out. He laughed in her face, drowning out her yells. You yelled in the arms of the gang along with Keke. Then he looked back at you and blew out her other knee. “That's sure is a lot of blood!!”

Then he looked at Keke. “No! No no no no no!” She began to yell shielding her stomach. “Please please please,” She began to chant.

Drool pooled inside your gag as you tried yelling at him but he was so focused. So unphased. “Shit your pregnant huh?” He taunted standing over her. She nodded frantically.

“Wanna know a secret?”

Keke nodded once more.

“I'm gonna put one of those,” He kneeled down and rubbed at her stomach. You could hear her breathing hitch as he soothingly rubbed on her. “In her. Tonight.” He pointed straight at you.

No…. No…. Your body shook in fear as he laughed and laughed right in Keke's face. “Now I'm not gonna mess with you, your gonna need all that strength for that baby.” He got up and wrapped an arm around your waist. “Shit I need to kill something now, got all that hype for nothing.” He pointed the gun in your direction shooting past you at a random gang member, blood shooting on your face, making you let out a shrill scream. He laughed and Hoseok game up next to you.

You began to struggle and he hoisted you up on his shoulder. “Y'all got a lovely home by the way, sorry to intrude!”

☀️

Hoseok spent the whole time on the way there talking with you. Praising your “performance”, asking you questions, and getting to know you. And of course you answered them why wouldn't you? His whole deamnor shifted as he doted on you and holding you close. The entire interaction was intamite.

So when you arrived to a lively casino, you didn't know what to expect. Hoseok put that much trust in you to let you walk freely to the front doors.

“This is our main base baby, and we run everything.”

“W…. We?”

“Yeah baby, your a equal to me now. Well maybe a little less, but to me an equal. Well I hope you like it, I made sure those fucking idiots cleaned up a bit just for you.” Then he opened the doors.

The entire inside was this huge hangout spot almost party esque environment. It was a whole new experience something you haven't felt in what seemed like years. They all seemed nice to Hoseok as he brought you to the back. They greeted him and he greeted back, almost like they've been friends for years. “Sorry guys, I gotta bring my princess to her room!”

Wow he made sure you got your own room. He was really dedicated and ready just for you.

He brought you to a large set of doors in the back and you assumed this was his room, well your room now, as everything was filled with the most luxurious of luxuries. The bed was covered in the fluffiest comforter like you'd never seen before. Then you saw this beautiful pink decorated corner, which had rugs, pillows, and finally a bookcase filled with books. He looked so pleased with your reaction. Hoseok drunk everything in his hands wrapping around your waist.

His hips ground against your ass, and you swore you could feel him getting harder by the second. “You like it?” He whispered into your neck.

“It's, It's so thoughtful. How'd you know I liked all this stuff?” You asked giving a small smile.

“I've been watching you for a while. Even before I saw you in the store. I just knew I wanted you, so I watched you, finding out all those little things, just waiting for the day I took you. You were just so beautiful.”

You shivered at that confession. But nonetheless nodded and began to walk towards the bed only to be stopped by Hoseok. “Hm?”

“Let's get you in the tub, we don't want the bed to get dirty do we?” Hoseok held the small of your back and walked you to another side room, a large opening leading to a beautiful bathroom. You only just remembered blood being spalttered all over you. On the wall in front of you sat a beautiful white tub, adorned with gold accents. “Come on let's get those nasty clothes off.” You felt his hands travel to the bottom of your shirt and Hoseok pulling off it off, letting your breasts fall out. “Fuck these are perfect.” Next was your bottoms and those slipped off easy in compared to the top. You went for your own panties and slipped them off allowing yourself to be completely bare.

Hoseok walked over to the tub and turned on the faucet, water filling up it's porcelain insides. You stood far away from him, caked in dirt and blood as this was your first bath in what seemed to be days and the nights previous events. His fingers dipped into the water, and with his other hand beckoned you over. You moved to stand next to him in complete scilence, and got in the tub once he was done checking the water. He gave you a small smile before getting up and walking off, leaving you alone.

This gave you an opportunity to look around and really take in more of your surroundings. The bathroom was so spotless it looked barely lived in. There was a goregous view however, yet it didn't seem like that big of a deal in the hindsight of it all. Seeing that everything that surrounded his casino built paradise was some form of a hellish landscape.

You were drawn from your deep thoughts as a bottle of soap was placed next to you. Then you looked up and saw Hoseok, completely naked. You quickly advert your eyes and focus on the water as Hoseok grabbed a towel, wetting it and rubbng some soap into it. He washed at your body making sure to touch any and all crevice of you, focusing on groping at your chest especially. Finally he reached your legs and wiped around your exposed cunt especially but making sure not to touch directly at it.

Atleast he knew some health precautions.

Lastly he washed you off with water and wiped your face clean, now focused on your hair picking out dirt and blood. Once again showing how intamite he could be.

Then he went to himself, gettng in the tub behind you cleaning off the blood especially. You sat there awkwardly letting the man keep working at himself. By the time he was done, the water was a murky color and you couldn't wait to step out. In which Hoseok did as well, pulling you up softly. “Awe look at that, your goregous baby. And you smell so nice.” He complimented drying you off.

He walked you over back to the bed room after which surprised you. He'd set up lit candles and rose petals everywhere. Almost as if you were celebrating an anniversary of some kind, which couldn't be farther from the case. Hed just shot in your friends knees not even a day ago. Then threatened to impregnate you.

Oh. That what this is. You need to leave quickly.

And you did, pushing away from him, in only a frilly pink robe, swinging open the door. He was crazy everyone in here was crazy. Your feet pattered on the floor as you ran past men of all kinds, your only goal being was to reach the end and get away from the man that kept making advances on you.

You were so close.

That was until you were grabbed by your hair and swung to the ground. The wind flew out you as you choked on your own spit. “Got her boss.” Hoseok stood only a few feet away from you and he looked calmer than ever. Hoseok took slow steps towards the two of you and pulled out that same gun he used earlier. He began to tsk and pressed the gun to the man's hand that currently held your hair in vice grip. Hoseok motioned for him to let go of you all the while keeping that gun pressed to his hand. The guard moved it slowly, right before Hoseok pulled the trigger blowing off his hand.

Blood splattered on you again as the man yelled out. He yowled out in pain yelling insults left and right.

“You fucking bitch!”

“She's never going to like you! Never fucking ever!”

“Your fucking twisted ma-”

Hoseok shot him in the head without a second thought. He grabbed your upper arm and started walking back to the room. Everyone refused to even look at you before Hoseok threw you back in his room. He slammed the door shut locking it this time. “Why did you do that huh? I'm giving you everything you could've ever wanted and fucking more!”

You stayed quiet, walking back until you hit the bed falling on it. You could feel flower petals beneath you making everything far worse. Hoseok was now over you about to strike you with the end of his gun.

“Speak or I swear to god I'll fucking-”

“I'm sorry! Please don't hurt me. I was scared!” You his beneath your hands trying to shield yourself from his rage. You knew he had it but he never showed it too you until this moment.

And he still didn't.

Hoseok fell on the bed on top of you. He crashed your lips together holding your face with both of his hands, brushing the gun against the side of your face. The moment felt wrong, like it shouldn't have happened. Because within all the bad in the world, your kidnapper brought you bliss. Blood covered both of your faces and he rubbed it into your skin.

All you wanted to do was surrender yourself to all the emotions you felt. It was all so overwhelming, Hoseok was such a dangerous man and strangely that danger attracted you further into him. All those books you read about evil mafia men, made you crave that love. However Hoseok seemed to be more than those fake men, now being real and in love with you, soemthing gave into so quick and wasy.

You let your robe fall back off you, while Hoseok feverishly went for his pants. They fell down in a pile, all at his feet. He rubbed at his cock, pre dripping on your lap.

“Touch it.” He ordered.

Almost in a daze your hand went straight to his girth and you began to slowly stroke him. In which he groaned out and pulled off his shirt, the blood from one of his own crew members still stained the side of his face. He spat on his hand and instantly rubbed at your clit. You let out a mewl and your stroking faltered for a bit. “Please…”

“Please what?”

You didn't want to admit it. You couldn't admit it that this was your first time being touched in a long time and now wanted someone who hurt multiple people in front of you to fuck you senseless. So all you could do was whimper and pull away to dig your nails into your thighs. Hoseok let out a small snicker before speaking again.

“You want me to fuck you?”

You nodded sheepishly.

That sealed your fate.

Hoseok pushed you back and pulled you by your ankles, bringing your legs up to meet your head. He slapped his tip against your leaking hole before slamming in. He let out a loud groan and you moaned out, vision blinded temporarily. He wasted no time fucking you senseless, you must’ve already came once because as he pulled out his length, your cream was plastered on his cock. “Yes! Cream that shit!”

“I- I cant take it- Ahhh- Much Longer!!” You yelled out nails digging in his back. Another orgasm was coming and it was coming fast. Hoseok went to rub at your clit and he slammed into you, seemingly feeding off whatever energy you gave him.

“Wow, your really pent up huh?!” He grabbed you by your hair and pulled you in, kissing you passionately. “I’m about to fill you up so good…I’m gonna get you nice and preg- ugh- pregnant.” He groaned against your lips.

That was a real wake up call.

“Ple- Wait st-” Hoseok shushed you up, by connecting your lips again, going even harder than ever. You were blinded once again by your own release and the feeling of his own. He collapsed on top of you, not even trying to pull out.

“God I love you. I love you so much.”

All you could do was sit there, covered in sweat and blood, as your captor cuddled you to sleep.

I imagine Marcy is the type of streamer that always has the craziest shit going on

Because when she was younger, their clumsiness and lack of spacial awareness had her walk into a place full of snakes, and

Amphibia.

So I imagine they're just like a bad luck magnet

They'll go missing for a week and then be like "oh sorry I missed a scheduled stream, I got kidnapped and held for ransom :)" and not elaborate

"Yesterday a car tried to hit me- calm down chat they missed! But when they couldn't hit me they flipped me off and screamed about my comic being trash. They must've been a _____ shipper!"

"OH oh oh, so apparently my relatives still thought I was a missing person, so they just thought I was dead? And when I visited them, they tried to exorcize me! Just another example of my parents forgetting that people other than themselves exist."

"Sorry about that one time somebody broke into my house on stream. Apparently, I was doxxed? Sorry, I didn't realize. I've moved now, dw!"

I'm so glad that I love where I do rn because I had a dream where I lived somewhere else where there was serial kidnapping happening with no leads and everybody had to live in constant fear of being taken with nothing anybody could do about it

TW: Death

*like those celebrities that almost died in 9/11 but had their flights cancelled sort of thing

-submit your poll!-

Self-Sacrifice

If I gave you the truth would it keep you alive? Though I’m closer to wrong, I’m no further than right. -Truth [Seether] Febuwhump Day 18: Alternate Prompt “Hostage” | Fandom: Overwatch (Pre-Fall) | Angela / Gabriel

AO3 | FF.net | Works

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Less than two hours later, Angela was perched on a roof, waiting for the fighting to begin. It tried her patience, sitting and waiting for it to be safe to proceed while she knew people were dying, but she forced herself to remain where she was. It would be far more dangerous to those civilians if she drew the attention of their attackers. Twenty minutes later, she was carefully swooping down, her HUD having led her to the survivors. As Angela’s eyes swept the scene, she was grateful that she had convinced Jack. These people weren’t equipped to handle this type of damage - most of the uninjured were sitting in shock; Angela didn’t blame them, but she also knew she had to rally them. “I’m in position,” Angela reported quietly into the comm unit before striding into the mess of people to bark orders. Under her cool gaze and firm declarations, she managed to push people into action; some were to find supplies in the nearby ruins while others were directed to apply pressure to open wounds that Angela could see. Once she trusted that they wouldn’t fall back into their despair, Angela turned to the worst of the injured. Blood was everywhere on the woman, but Angela couldn’t find any debris in the wounds. “You,” she pointed at a nearby man with one bloody hand, “come here, please.” The man approached unsteadily, clearly uncomfortable with the gore before him - but she didn’t have time for his, or anyone else's, squeamishness. “Take this,” Angela ordered, offering her staff. Normally, she would never part with her staff - but there wasn’t anyone else here to help her, so she needed to adapt. Angela quickly instructed him on using the staff before directing him to use it on the woman. “If the wounds aren’t healing after a few minutes, let me know,” Angela told him; that would mean something else was wrong with the woman, which would require Angela’s direct attention. Once she was sure he was using it right, she moved to a nearby man who was almost as bloody as the woman she’d just left. Angela wasn’t sure how long she had worked - between her and the man with her staff, she had helped at least four or five people - when everyone around her went silent. “Well, well, what do we have here?” Fingers, red and sticky with blood, dropped to her blaster as she turned, wings flaring in a bid to protect and shelter those now behind her. It wasn’t hard for her to find the three armed men, weapons pointed threateningly at the surrounding civilians. “Now, doctor, don’t do anything stupid,” the one in the middle said, his words almost a taunt. “We wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt or anything.” The man to the left chuckled as he nudged a woman with the tip of his gun, causing her to whimper. “No,” Angela agreed, “we would not want that.” Slowly, Angela released her blaster and raised her hand to show her surrender. Her aim wasn’t good enough to take on three of them, even if she weren’t surrounded by noncombatants. “Is there anything I can do for you? Medical assistance, perhaps?” She offered, keeping her voice cool instead of desperate. Angela could hear the strike teams buzzing in her ear - none of them knew that she was in danger, and she had no way to tell them. “You know, Dr. Ziegler,” Angela stiffened at the use of her real name, “I think there is something you can do for us,” the leader said, lifting his assault rifle to rest on one shoulder casually. “You can come with us.” Angela’s eyes flashed; she knew better than to go anywhere with an enemy. “Or,” the man continued, “we can kill everyone here and take you with us.” He shrugged as if the choice didn’t really matter to him. “It’s your decision, doctor.” The man smirked, knowing he had her. “I’ll give you a minute to think about it.” As if she needed a minute. Angela hated that their assessments had been correct - the second response had been the target. Jack had known better and hadn’t wanted to risk her, but she had pushed. Angela had been right to come - these people would have died without her aid - but she was too valuable for Overwatch to lose. But what else could she do? Angela knew that she couldn’t fight off these men, couldn’t escape them before they caught her. Even if she called for help right now, she doubted any of the teams could reach her before these men killed everyone. All her resistance would do was cause every noncombatant in this room to die. “I will go with you,” Angela said, spreading her hands before her in surrender. “There is no need for violence.” The man smiled then, a horrible thing full of teeth and malice. “I appreciate your cooperation, doctor.” He looked her over quickly. “Get rid of the gun,” he ordered. Angela complied, slowly pulling out the blaster and crouching to set it on the ground. Before he could tell her where to send it, she kicked it backward - away from anyone who might use it. “The comm unit,” he added, once she had straightened. Angela hesitated for only a moment before reaching up with careful fingers; once she had it detached from her and out of her ear, she dropped it to the ground. “Don’t!” He yelled sharply as she moved to crush it. Angela lowered her foot back down slowly; she had hoped to signal her distress by killing her feed altogether - apparently, this man was wise to the trick. “You said you would cooperate, Dr. Ziegler,” the man chided, wagging one finger at her before turning to look at the man on his right. “Show Dr. Ziegler what happens when she doesn’t keep her word.” Before Angela could do anything - say anything - the man had whipped his gun up and killed one of the cowering men. “No!” Angela shrieked, stepping forward with one hand extended - but it was too late; the man was dead. “Stop, stop, I’m cooperating!” Angela forced her horror and nausea back - God, his death was her fault, if she hadn’t tried to be clever - and made herself appear calm, despite her outburst. She was Dr. Angela Ziegler, and she would not show weakness before these monsters. “I trust I’ve made my point,” the man said, and she nodded her head in a jerky movement. She had learned her lesson: to disobey was to risk the lives of those around her, those she was here to protect and save. “Good. Come here.” Angela kept her eyes firmly on the leader as she closed the distance between them with careful steps. As soon as she was within reach, the man wrapped one hand around her bicep in a cruel grip. Angela bit the inside of her cheek to keep from crying out. “Finish it,” he ordered, turning to drag Angela along behind him. “Wait, you said—” Angela’s eyes widened as gunfire and screams erupted behind her. It was then she struggled: she dug in her heels and tore at his hand. When that didn’t work, she loosened her knees and let herself drop into pure deadweight; that stalled him for a moment, but then he yanked her back to her feet. “You said you’d let them live!” The words were a mixture of hysteria, grief, and terror. “I surrendered!” That had been the deal: her life, her cooperation, for their lives. The mans’ grip tightened on her - something she hadn’t thought possible, considering how hard he had originally grabbed her - as he pulled her along, away from the blood-soaked room. “I lied, doctor.” The gunfire stopped, and then there was nothing but silence as Angela was dragged away. She forced back the tears that threatened to fall; she would not cry before this man - this monster - who had ordered the deaths of innocent people for no reason.

“Strike Commander!” Jack’s hand raised automatically at the call, activating the microphone almost before he realized it. “Strike Commander here. Report.” His voice was cool as he watched the cameras before him. “It’s Mercy, sir,” the voice continued, hesitating. Jack went cold as he leaned down to brace himself against his desk. “What’s happened to her?” That was the only reason the man would be hesitant in his report; no one liked to give bad news, after all. “I - I think she was taken, sir.” At least she wasn’t dead - but that wasn’t much consolation. “We, uh, we went to find her once the fighting was done. Her comm unit led us to - well, maybe you should see for yourself, sir.” Jack swallowed hard before accessing the agents’ camera. There was blood everywhere. Arcs of it had gone up the walls and dripped from the ceiling while more had pooled on the floor. Everywhere the agent turned was a dead person - men, women, and children; none were spared. Jack couldn’t see Angela among the dead - though he imagined the agent would have reported that immediately. “As you can see, sir, everyone is dead. We’ve recovered her effects,” the camera - the agent - turned so that Jack could see them. “Her staff, gun, and comm unit, sir.” They had been piled haphazardly on the ground in one of the few places that wasn’t dripping with blood. “Make sure you bring them back with you,” Jack ordered with a heavy heart. “Comb the area to see if you can find her - or any sign of her captors.” “Yes, Strike Commander.” Jack closed the feed and sat back in his chair. God, he did not want to make this next call - but it would be so much worse if he didn’t. Jack wished Ana were still here; she had been so much better at handling these kinds of situations. Resigned, Jack scooped up his communicator and dialed a familiar number. “Yeah?” Despite the situation, Jack rolled his eyes; of course, he would be greeted with sass. “Gabe,” Jack kept his voice sober instead of rising to the bait, “are you alone?” Jack knew that Gabriel wouldn’t want witnesses for this conversation. “I don’t have time for whatever this is,” Gabriel said instead, blowing off Jack as he so often did these days. “Gabe.” Jack snapped. “Make time. It’s about Angela.” Gabriel muttered a slew of curses. Jack wasn’t sure, but it sounded like he was walking down a hallway. A door slammed, and then: “Alright, I’m alone. What’s happened to Angela?” Gabriel demanded; while the two men were often at odds these days, they could always agree upon one thing: Angela’s safety. "She’s been taken.” Jack released a pent-up breath; for better or for worse, he’d said it. “I don’t know who took her, but they left her staff.” “You don’t—” Gabriel cut himself off with a frustrated sound. “Damn it, Jack!” There was a banging sound - Jack was pretty sure that was Gabriel slamming his fist into his desk. Silence fell between the two men. Jack didn’t have any words - he was responsible for Angela’s safety and had let her down; Gabriel, Jack knew, was far too angry and worried to speak. “I’ll find her, and I’ll get her back.” Gabriel finally announced. Jack nodded as if the other man could see him. “I swear to God, Jack, if she’s hurt because of this—” Gabriel didn’t finish the threat, but Jack didn’t really need him to. “Yeah,” Jack breathed, “I know.” The line went dead, and Jack set his communicator down on the desk again. He allowed himself a moment to sit, one hand covering his face, before forcing himself to his feet. There were things he - Overwatch - could do in the search for Angela. He just hoped they could find her before it was too late.

One | Two | Three | Four | Five

You slowly wake up. Your head is aching and your throat is sore. You look around. Where the fuck were you..? you're in some kind of basement..

"...w-what.." You mumble confused, you don't remember how you got here....

"Well, good morning, sunshine" A voice suddenly says, cutting off your train of thought. You flinch slightly.

"Who's there!?" You ask panicked.

"Behind you, dumbass."The voice says annoyed. You try to turn around, but then you realize that you're tied to a chair. You're even more confused now.

"I'm..tied to a chair.." you mumble.."Who..Who are you!? Did you kidnap me!?" You say angrily, you're slightly scared. The voice sighs and mocks you.

"'diD yUo kiDnaP m-'. NO, If I was the one who kidnapped you, I wouldn't be tied up too, sweetheart." He says annoyed. He sighs again and slouches slightly, you can feel the back of his head hitting yours.

"And do you seriously not remember me? Maybe it's because I don't have my mask and voice modulator on.." He mumbled. You try to think of who it could be. You don't know, honestly. And your brain ain't helping, you don't remember shit from yesterday.

"Uh..no..who are you?" You ask awkwardly, he sighs in annoyance again. 

"Uh..I can't really say.." He responds..you deadpan, that didn't help much did it..?

"...ok?? Well, do you know how we got here..?" You ask, trying to get something..an answer out of him.

"Yeah! And it was your fuckin fault!" He snapped. You frowned slightly, you didn't even know this man and he's accusing you of getting you both stuck here.

"What!? How is it my fault, asshole!?" You asked, annoyed.

"Well, I was trying to kill you. BUT you-" He starts speaking, but you cut him off.

"WHAT!? What do you mean trying to kill me!?" You gasped, you scowl and try to think about it. Then you remember the first half of last night, getting a call at 2 am. 

"HEY! you're that asshole with the knife! Uh.. ghostface! Fuck you!" You yelled at him. He chuckles and sighs again.

"NO, fuck you for getting us here. I was happily chasing you. BUT THEN you decided to act all brave and run out the house into the forest. And you thought it was a great fucking idea to SCREAM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FOREST late at night, which was really fucking dumb"

He argued back, which did shut you up for a moment. He rolls his eyes, and you stare at the wall Infront of you. Then you smack his head with the back of your head, since y'all are tied back to back.

"OW, The fuck was that for!?" He frowned, and you sighed.

"That didn't explain how I was the one who caused this." You replied with a smirk, kinda happy that you hit him. He mumbles something under his breath.

"Your screaming caused them to notice us and capture us, sweet cheeks" He rolled his eyes. You're now even more confused, and annoyed.

"Who's them..?" You softly asked. He groans and smacks your head with his. You frown.

"You're dumb. But think of the worst person you could imagine." He nods with a smirk. You gasp in shock and horror.

"We were kidnapped by cannibals!?" You screeched (like a pterodactyl, caw caw)

"OW, my fuckin ears, sweet cheeks. Lower that tone. But no. It's worse." He slowly nods again. You gasp once more.

"Is..is it..Satan!? We were kidnapped by the devil!?" You gasped. He sighs, annoyed.

"If I kidnapped us, why would I be tied up, love? Think logically" He shakes his head in annoyance. You deadpan and roll your eyes.

"You're not-"

"YES I AM! IM THE DEVIL!" He yells at you. You didn't even finish the goddamn sentence. You grimaced and sighed.

"Tell me who kidnapped us!" You argued, getting fed up with his childish behavior.

"Fine..we were kidnapped by.."

"We were kidnapped by...I don't know, some people" He finally answers you. Your eyes go wide.

"What!?" You asked angrily. this fucking asshole!

"I know, I know, sweetheart. You have tons of questions.. don't ask me though, I also don't know." He chuckles and sighs. You frown and stare at the wall, trying to think of something.

"you fucki-" You wanted to curse and yell at him, but you got cut off.

"I said no questions!" He barks at you. You roll your eyes, while thinking 'this asshole'.

"Fine! What's your real name, Mr ghostface?" You ask, even though he said not to. He groans and slouches.

"None of your goddamn business." He scoffs and rolls his eyes. You sigh out of frustration and anger.

You both sit in silence. You're contemplating what to do next. He's wondering if he can get his knife and kill you. He hums and stares at the desk Infront of him, he spots his knife and mask. He smirks and slowly scoots his chair closer to the desk.

"What're you doing?" You ask, you hear the chair shuffling even more. Then you hear a loud thud and an 'FUCK OW!'. You stay silent, then you start laughing.

"DON'T LAUGH!" he yells at you, his voice slightly muffled due to his face being pressed onto the ground. Instead of listening, you laugh even harder.

"What..what were you trying to achieve?" You laugh, he groans and frowns. You laugh some more, he just sighs and curses under his breath.

"What's going on down there!?" A voice yells. You stop laughing...that wasn't you..or ghostface..

"Fuck.." Ghostface mumbles. You're confused and scared. You hear footsteps coming closer and suddenly a door opens. A bright light engulfs the basement. You squint your eyes and look towards the door.

There stands a big ass man. He's built like a brick wall and he has the most ugliest/terrifying face ever. He has a ginger beard and tons of tattoos on his arms. He stares at the both of you, he frowns as he notices ghostie on the ground.

"Whatcha doing there, twink?" He asks angrily, ghostface groans and rolls his eyes. Hulk didn't seem to like that much, he walks over and literally picks up ghostface from the chair he's tied to. He sits ghostie up, walks to the desk, grabs a cloth, and walks over. He puts the cloth on ghostface's mouth, you heard alot of cursing and yelling from ghostface before he blacked out.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Hulk grumbles. During that whole process, you were just staring Infront of you, afraid of that big ass man. The man stares at you, then he walks back upstairs.

"Did he leave..?" Ghostface asks, you flinch.

"H-how!? Didn't he drug you or something!?" You question him, confused. Ghostie laughs.

"That cloth had nothing on it. Meathead over there thought it did." He laughs some more. You just sit there, still shaken up and confused.

Renegade

Renegade : Traitor/ Betrayer Pairing : Jimin x Reader Word Count : 2.5k Summary : You got lied and trapped by your own beloved now it's on you how to escape him but it won't be easy as you think.

INSPIRED by the song 'renegade' by Aaryan Shah.

Warnings : ONLY ADULT AUDIANCE PERMITTED! MINORS PLEASE SKIP. TOXIC THEME, dark, yandere, obsessive, narcissistic personality, sociopath, manipulation, dollification. (nothing smutty), Mentions of fire, burns, torture, cuss words and more.

.·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·.

Renegade : traitor/ betrayer

I woke up gasping for air, my breathing was not steady. I had a nightmare again it's like a daily routine at this point.

Every time it feels he'll be the cause of my death no not the romantic one. He really will be the cause of my death in reality.

He?

My boyfriend

Yes you read it correct.

My own boyfriend of one year

My eyes looked around the room. Nothing changed the same shabby, dark, dull place he has kept me here, he kept me here against my will.

Psychoish? Murderer? Maniac? Insane? Obsessed? Delusional? out of his head?

You don't know what he is. He claims to be your boyfriend but his behaviour it's like he owns you or something. And the way he calls you doll? Gives you creeps. Just by hearing his voice can make anyone have goosebumps within seconds. His voice is like a siren alluring, seductive and sexy.

After being trapped here for 6 months you know he is anything but humane, he has no compassion whatsoever no sympathy for anyone not even his own girlfriend. Do you think a sane boyfriend will keep his girlfriend trapped for so long?

He talks to you like you are a non living thing, like a doll hence the nickname. Being captive here for 6 months or more you don't know, it's been a while since you were free. No he doesn't allow clock, calendar, television, or anything in your room.

He expects you to be silent like a doll, no expression just completely quite. Ofcourse no human can be like that you did expressed so many emotions like anger, depressed, gloomy, miserable yet nothing worked on him. He lacked empathy. If you make him mad he is gonna teach you a lesson so you don't repeat the mistakes again ever and trust me he is very cruel. Especially with you since he thinks you are a doll and you aren't supposed to feel anything.

You tried to escape, multiple times but all went down in the dumps. He might lack empathy but he is very sharp and skilled related to technology. Every door in his house can open only with his fingerprints. This is completely secret but he has a tracker in your pendent. It can't be removed from your neck as it's short and made up of core hardened steel alloy.

You remember the last time you tried to escape. Jimin left the door of your room open, purposely to see what will you do. You had promised him that you won't try to escape anymore or do anything that makes him angry.

He went to the room next to you to see in his tablet what your next move will be. He smirks as he sees you walking towards the door almost in disbelief. You can't believe he left the door open. Is he testing me?

Your heart told you to stay but your mind told you to take a chance what if he actually by mistake left the door open? You don't want to waste any possible chances to escape.

You ran as fast as you could your pace has slowed because he gives you only limited food that is enough to keep you awake. You stand infront of the main door hoping for a miracle at this point. You know you are stupid but you still have silly hopes. Hopes to meet your friends. They are your only family. You don't have any blood related family your friends are your companions in your lonely life.

You think of ways to open the door as tears streamed down your face. You just miss your friends you want to go back to how it was, how happy you were. Somewhere the back of your mind tells you that you did this to yourself. You are the cause of your fate, you are the culprit.

"You need any help?" He asks as you freeze in your place. Should have listened to your heart and not went out of the room. You are terrified of him and shit scared to turn around and face him.

"You tried to go away from ME? I'm disappointed I thought you promised me that you won't fuck around" His voice deep and slow but I know how much mad he is.

"Since you broke your promise I don't think I should keep mine too. It's unfair right?"

He promised to not hurt you In return you promised to not run away.

You made a mistake. You agreeing to live with jimin was a mistake, you meeting jimin was a mistake, you being born was also mistake. You don't know your parents they just gave you up. You're not upset with them. Who would want to have a child like you. Jimin has messed up your brain. You couldn't think rationally and just keep blaming yourself because he blames you for his loss or if something bad happens.

He looks at you straight in the eye you don't what is going through his sick head. He sure is thinking of doing something fun. It might be fun for him but for you, you are done.

He drags you to the kitchen counter and makes you sit there. You could have ran away and hide in your room but do you really want to make him more mad. Mad than he already is?

He turns on the stove and puts a kettle filled with water. You're confused is he making tea right now?

He didn't even turned back to look at you he keeps looking at the boiling water as if it's calming him down but is he really calm or just so mad that he doesn't even want to face you.

You open your mouth to say something but no words are ready to escape. Do you really want to apologise to him? You brain tells you apologise if you want to escape and your heart tells you not beg from a deranged person like him. Is he even a person?

You are in your own thoughts when jimin is standing infront of you. Weird fact is he is not glaring at you. It's like he us trying to study what you were thinking about escaping.

Park Jimin never lets anyone know his true emotions he hides them covers them up. He thinks Everyone will try to hurt him because his thoughts are different they are far from humanity. They are filled with dark, toxic, twisted things no one could imagine.

But he lets you see his thoughts. Why? one might ask? Because he thinks you are doll a lifeless thing which can't speak. His only doll, the only one who can understand him. The only one who knows the real him. His doll

His eyes studies your face and a tear drops from his eyes.

"My pretty doll....are you a renegade?"

You are confused by this. Why is he suddenly calling you a traitor when he is the one who betrayed you trapped you here?

" In order to be a renegade, you have to be prepared to walk alone and follow your own path" His hands slightly brush against your calf then moves up carefully to your thighs as he grips them tightly.

"How will you walk alone when you are my doll? I'm the one who owns you, I am the one who controls you, I'm the one who knows the best for you, your goal is to satisfy me and only me."

He takes a the kettle in one hand and looks at me

"Your legs which carried you to the door should be cauterised" he says he pours the hot boiling water on my feets. I tried to scram away but his body infront of me kept me trapped to suffer in agony from the burning pain.

He grabbed by the nape and forced me to walk towards the stove I didn't noticed but the stove was on and the fire was still going on. I couldn't walk properly due to new developed burns but he kept dragging me there. I knew this might happen still I did this he is right I'm dumb to even try to escape.

He had my wrist in his right grip as I kept crying begging for him to let me go. This was pure torture.

"Your hands which tried to open the door these ridiculous hands if I want I would have incinerate them. I'm being Kind to a worthless doll like you instead of being obedient you are causing trouble. You don't even deserve to roam around the room"

He pressed my hands on the fire causing my palms to burn it hurts like hell. Almost a third degree burn I'm sure.

You look at his face to see he is crying too.... Both are crying from different pains Difference is one is physical and other is mental. He looks as if he is the one getting the burns. He us feeling so many emotions at once. Anger, sadness, jealousy, disappointed. Too bad He only thinks of his emotions he doesn't give a fuck about how others think that's how his personality is.

He lets your hand goes as you're really on the verge of fainting. You fall on the ground as he kneels to match your height. He cups both of your cheeks while his thumb caress your cheekbones. He gives you a forehead kiss and stays there for a second. He breathes deeply and says.

"This is your fault you deserve this my doll. Next time it will be harder than this I promise"

You can't look at him as you faint in his arms while he carried you back to your room to medicate you. He lays your body on the bed while he begans to treat your palms and feet.

Now in present you look at your bandages. these burns was done by him two weeks ago. You stopped talking to him and he didn't seem to mind ofcourse thats what he wants. You wonder if your friends ever miss you. Jimin has told all of them that you both are shifting far away but he lied. Obviously.

Your friends warned to multiple times to not roam around him, to not trust him and what you did the complete opposite. You trusted him with you life and ended up here trapped. Your consciousness tells you "you are wrong your friends were right, they were always right. They knew there was something shady about the park jimin but you shushed them told them not to talk bad about him"

Ofcourse Jimin wasn't like this or he maybe was but just he used a facade to get you right into his trap. He took the perfect opportunity to make you fall for him. He also knew how you don't have a family who might look for you. Everything perfect.

As I'm scaning my room waiting for him to enter. During this time he comes in my room to feed me. The door unlockes and I freeze in my spot.

He enters and again locked the doors, his face is too serious as if he is mad somewhat. When he is around me he shows too much emotions.

His yes meet mine and he walks closer to sit near my bed on a chair. He settles the plates and glass down. He picks up the spoon to feed me, he never let's me eat remember I'm here like a non living thing.

As he is feeding me he keeps his eyes at me as if noticing my every move. I quietly eat what he is feeding because thats all for the day. I never spoke anything with him neither did he weird because he always talks to me sometimes less or more but he does. Today he didn't said a word as if his mind is busy somewhere else.

Once I'm done he cleans everything and gets the medical box to switch my bandages. He still doesn't say a word. I'm scared. What is he thinking.... his thoughts scare me.

When he is done with the bandages he caress my hand playing with my fingers. It's like he wants to say something but he is fighting himself.

"You know how insecure I feel when you prefer your friends over me? You make me insecure, you make me feel weak. You make Park Jimin do things for you no one ever did. That's how much you mean to me but you just want to get away from me. Are your friends really that precious to you and not me? Am I not even worth for your attention? Why are you so selfish only thinking about yourself? Why don't you ever once think about what I feel? Yeah my doll didn't you promised to understand me, to help me, to always support my decision?"

He is crying again.

"Jimin-ah please one time let me meet my friends one time ?! Then I'll listen to whatever you want I'll forever live here with you I promise"

"Promise and you? You seem to love breaking promises that you keep making them to me. I'm afraid this promise can't be accepted and about your friends-"

"Jimin you won't hurt them you promised me!"

"Doll what about the millions promise you broke I can't break one?"

"What happened my dolly? Why the sulky face? Ah I get it you miss your friends right? "

He leaned closer to me. So much that there was only some centimetres gap away from each other his lips grazed my ears so slightly giving me shivers. His heavy breath on my neck making me scared because I know he is planning something shady, he is having fun.

"Don't worry my doll I'll bring your friends here too so you won't feel lonely okay? But promise me you have to be a good girl hmm? Will you do that for me?"

My eyes turned teary watching him smirk at me while he pickes up the plates and glass. He leans one more time to give me a kiss on my forehead. His face agains hardens the same way he entered.

Before he was about to go I called him.

"Please Jimin let me go I'll never tell a single soul about this I'll forget all this just please let me go"

He turns around and stares at me like I was the one who did a crime. He looks dead serious as he glares at me with an unexplainable emotion. Love? Hatred? Anger? Care? I don't know all I know is his eyes making me understood that I'm stuck here. Forever.

His lips move to speak before he turns around and slams the door shut making me a crying mess. Making me regret my whole life.

"Should've listen to them Don't you know what I am?"

Renegade

Renegade : Traitor/ Betrayer Pairing : Jimin x Reader Word Count : 2.5k Summary : You got lied and trapped by your own beloved now it's on you how to escape him but it won't be easy as you think.

INSPIRED by the song 'renegade' by Aaryan Shah.

Warnings : ONLY ADULT AUDIANCE PERMITTED! MINORS PLEASE SKIP. TOXIC THEME, dark, yandere, obsessive, narcissistic personality, sociopath, manipulation, dollification. (nothing smutty), Mentions of fire, burns, torture, cuss words and more.

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Renegade : traitor/ betrayer

I woke up gasping for air, my breathing was not steady. I had a nightmare again it's like a daily routine at this point.

Every time it feels he'll be the cause of my death no not the romantic one. He really will be the cause of my death in reality.

He?

My boyfriend

Yes you read it correct.

My own boyfriend of one year

My eyes looked around the room. Nothing changed the same shabby, dark, dull place he has kept me here, he kept me here against my will.

Psychoish? Murderer? Maniac? Insane? Obsessed? Delusional? out of his head?

You don't know what he is. He claims to be your boyfriend but his behaviour it's like he owns you or something. And the way he calls you doll? Gives you creeps. Just by hearing his voice can make anyone have goosebumps within seconds. His voice is like a siren alluring, seductive and sexy.

After being trapped here for 6 months you know he is anything but humane, he has no compassion whatsoever no sympathy for anyone not even his own girlfriend. Do you think a sane boyfriend will keep his girlfriend trapped for so long?

He talks to you like you are a non living thing, like a doll hence the nickname. Being captive here for 6 months or more you don't know, it's been a while since you were free. No he doesn't allow clock, calendar, television, or anything in your room.

He expects you to be silent like a doll, no expression just completely quite. Ofcourse no human can be like that you did expressed so many emotions like anger, depressed, gloomy, miserable yet nothing worked on him. He lacked empathy. If you make him mad he is gonna teach you a lesson so you don't repeat the mistakes again ever and trust me he is very cruel. Especially with you since he thinks you are a doll and you aren't supposed to feel anything.

You tried to escape, multiple times but all went down in the dumps. He might lack empathy but he is very sharp and skilled related to technology. Every door in his house can open only with his fingerprints. This is completely secret but he has a tracker in your pendent. It can't be removed from your neck as it's short and made up of core hardened steel alloy.

You remember the last time you tried to escape. Jimin left the door of your room open, purposely to see what will you do. You had promised him that you won't try to escape anymore or do anything that makes him angry.

He went to the room next to you to see in his tablet what your next move will be. He smirks as he sees you walking towards the door almost in disbelief. You can't believe he left the door open. Is he testing me?

Your heart told you to stay but your mind told you to take a chance what if he actually by mistake left the door open? You don't want to waste any possible chances to escape.

You ran as fast as you could your pace has slowed because he gives you only limited food that is enough to keep you awake. You stand infront of the main door hoping for a miracle at this point. You know you are stupid but you still have silly hopes. Hopes to meet your friends. They are your only family. You don't have any blood related family your friends are your companions in your lonely life.

You think of ways to open the door as tears streamed down your face. You just miss your friends you want to go back to how it was, how happy you were. Somewhere the back of your mind tells you that you did this to yourself. You are the cause of your fate, you are the culprit.

"You need any help?" He asks as you freeze in your place. Should have listened to your heart and not went out of the room. You are terrified of him and shit scared to turn around and face him.

"You tried to go away from ME? I'm disappointed I thought you promised me that you won't fuck around" His voice deep and slow but I know how much mad he is.

"Since you broke your promise I don't think I should keep mine too. It's unfair right?"

He promised to not hurt you In return you promised to not run away.

You made a mistake. You agreeing to live with jimin was a mistake, you meeting jimin was a mistake, you being born was also mistake. You don't know your parents they just gave you up. You're not upset with them. Who would want to have a child like you. Jimin has messed up your brain. You couldn't think rationally and just keep blaming yourself because he blames you for his loss or if something bad happens.

He looks at you straight in the eye you don't what is going through his sick head. He sure is thinking of doing something fun. It might be fun for him but for you, you are done.

He drags you to the kitchen counter and makes you sit there. You could have ran away and hide in your room but do you really want to make him more mad. Mad than he already is?

He turns on the stove and puts a kettle filled with water. You're confused is he making tea right now?

He didn't even turned back to look at you he keeps looking at the boiling water as if it's calming him down but is he really calm or just so mad that he doesn't even want to face you.

You open your mouth to say something but no words are ready to escape. Do you really want to apologise to him? You brain tells you apologise if you want to escape and your heart tells you not beg from a deranged person like him. Is he even a person?

You are in your own thoughts when jimin is standing infront of you. Weird fact is he is not glaring at you. It's like he us trying to study what you were thinking about escaping.

Park Jimin never lets anyone know his true emotions he hides them covers them up. He thinks Everyone will try to hurt him because his thoughts are different they are far from humanity. They are filled with dark, toxic, twisted things no one could imagine.

But he lets you see his thoughts. Why? one might ask? Because he thinks you are doll a lifeless thing which can't speak. His only doll, the only one who can understand him. The only one who knows the real him. His doll

His eyes studies your face and a tear drops from his eyes.

"My pretty doll....are you a renegade?"

You are confused by this. Why is he suddenly calling you a traitor when he is the one who betrayed you trapped you here?

" In order to be a renegade, you have to be prepared to walk alone and follow your own path" His hands slightly brush against your calf then moves up carefully to your thighs as he grips them tightly.

"How will you walk alone when you are my doll? I'm the one who owns you, I am the one who controls you, I'm the one who knows the best for you, your goal is to satisfy me and only me."

He takes a the kettle in one hand and looks at me

"Your legs which carried you to the door should be cauterised" he says he pours the hot boiling water on my feets. I tried to scram away but his body infront of me kept me trapped to suffer in agony from the burning pain.

He grabbed by the nape and forced me to walk towards the stove I didn't noticed but the stove was on and the fire was still going on. I couldn't walk properly due to new developed burns but he kept dragging me there. I knew this might happen still I did this he is right I'm dumb to even try to escape.

He had my wrist in his right grip as I kept crying begging for him to let me go. This was pure torture.

"Your hands which tried to open the door these ridiculous hands if I want I would have incinerate them. I'm being Kind to a worthless doll like you instead of being obedient you are causing trouble. You don't even deserve to roam around the room"

He pressed my hands on the fire causing my palms to burn it hurts like hell. Almost a third degree burn I'm sure.

You look at his face to see he is crying too.... Both are crying from different pains Difference is one is physical and other is mental. He looks as if he is the one getting the burns. He us feeling so many emotions at once. Anger, sadness, jealousy, disappointed. Too bad He only thinks of his emotions he doesn't give a fuck about how others think that's how his personality is.

He lets your hand goes as you're really on the verge of fainting. You fall on the ground as he kneels to match your height. He cups both of your cheeks while his thumb caress your cheekbones. He gives you a forehead kiss and stays there for a second. He breathes deeply and says.

"This is your fault you deserve this my doll. Next time it will be harder than this I promise"

You can't look at him as you faint in his arms while he carried you back to your room to medicate you. He lays your body on the bed while he begans to treat your palms and feet.

Now in present you look at your bandages. these burns was done by him two weeks ago. You stopped talking to him and he didn't seem to mind ofcourse thats what he wants. You wonder if your friends ever miss you. Jimin has told all of them that you both are shifting far away but he lied. Obviously.

Your friends warned to multiple times to not roam around him, to not trust him and what you did the complete opposite. You trusted him with you life and ended up here trapped. Your consciousness tells you "you are wrong your friends were right, they were always right. They knew there was something shady about the park jimin but you shushed them told them not to talk bad about him"

Ofcourse Jimin wasn't like this or he maybe was but just he used a facade to get you right into his trap. He took the perfect opportunity to make you fall for him. He also knew how you don't have a family who might look for you. Everything perfect.

As I'm scaning my room waiting for him to enter. During this time he comes in my room to feed me. The door unlockes and I freeze in my spot.

He enters and again locked the doors, his face is too serious as if he is mad somewhat. When he is around me he shows too much emotions.

His yes meet mine and he walks closer to sit near my bed on a chair. He settles the plates and glass down. He picks up the spoon to feed me, he never let's me eat remember I'm here like a non living thing.

As he is feeding me he keeps his eyes at me as if noticing my every move. I quietly eat what he is feeding because thats all for the day. I never spoke anything with him neither did he weird because he always talks to me sometimes less or more but he does. Today he didn't said a word as if his mind is busy somewhere else.

Once I'm done he cleans everything and gets the medical box to switch my bandages. He still doesn't say a word. I'm scared. What is he thinking.... his thoughts scare me.

When he is done with the bandages he caress my hand playing with my fingers. It's like he wants to say something but he is fighting himself.

"You know how insecure I feel when you prefer your friends over me? You make me insecure, you make me feel weak. You make Park Jimin do things for you no one ever did. That's how much you mean to me but you just want to get away from me. Are your friends really that precious to you and not me? Am I not even worth for your attention? Why are you so selfish only thinking about yourself? Why don't you ever once think about what I feel? Yeah my doll didn't you promised to understand me, to help me, to always support my decision?"

He is crying again.

"Jimin-ah please one time let me meet my friends one time ?! Then I'll listen to whatever you want I'll forever live here with you I promise"

"Promise and you? You seem to love breaking promises that you keep making them to me. I'm afraid this promise can't be accepted and about your friends-"

"Jimin you won't hurt them you promised me!"

"Doll what about the millions promise you broke I can't break one?"

"What happened my dolly? Why the sulky face? Ah I get it you miss your friends right? "

He leaned closer to me. So much that there was only some centimetres gap away from each other his lips grazed my ears so slightly giving me shivers. His heavy breath on my neck making me scared because I know he is planning something shady, he is having fun.

"Don't worry my doll I'll bring your friends here too so you won't feel lonely okay? But promise me you have to be a good girl hmm? Will you do that for me?"

My eyes turned teary watching him smirk at me while he pickes up the plates and glass. He leans one more time to give me a kiss on my forehead. His face agains hardens the same way he entered.

Before he was about to go I called him.

"Please Jimin let me go I'll never tell a single soul about this I'll forget all this just please let me go"

He turns around and stares at me like I was the one who did a crime. He looks dead serious as he glares at me with an unexplainable emotion. Love? Hatred? Anger? Care? I don't know all I know is his eyes making me understood that I'm stuck here. Forever.

His lips move to speak before he turns around and slams the door shut making me a crying mess. Making me regret my whole life.

"Should've listen to them Don't you know what I am?"

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Satan kidnaps me because they’re sad

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Obey Me! birthday scenario game!

Birth Month

January: Satan

February: Luke

March: Mammon

April: Beelzebub

May: Leviathan

June: Lucifer

July: Belphegor

August: Barbatos

September: Asmodeus

October: Simeon

November: Diavolo

December: Solomon

Birth Date

Kisses your cheek

Punches you

Sings to you

Dances with you

Buys you a car

Beats you in a video game

Caresses your skin

Sleeps under your bed

Steals all your food

Places a curse on you

Chases after you

Bites your ear

Confesses their love to you

Licks you

Kisses your forehead

Friendzones you

Cooks for you

Steals all your money

Kidnaps you

Starts a fight against you

Kisses your lips

Pushes you into a pool

Gives you a piggyback ride

Cuddles with you

Stalks you

Ignores you for all eternity

Tickles you

Flirts with you

Kisses your hand

Sleeps next to you

Pinches your cheeks

Initial of Your First Name

A-D: ...because they hate you

E-I: ...because they're angry

J-M: ...because they love you

N-R: ...because they're sad

S-V: ...because they admire you

W-Z: ...because they're jealous