#purge au

[ohbo-ohno]

merry christmas @luminousbeings-crudematter, here's the ghoap x reader purge au! (a week and a half after you posted about it... im so sorry)

5.7k, mind the tags <3

cw: ROUGH NONCONSENUAL SEX in all caps, pwp, under-prepared/painful anal sex, some pretty intense fear stuff, people covered in blood and referenced violence (it's a purge au lol)

Your hands tremble where they’re tucked close to your chest, blood sticky and thick between each finger. You feel coated in it, like someone has taken a brush and gone over every inch of your skin, painted you in red.

It’s in your mouth. You can feel the warmth of it on your tongue, the taste of iron sickening. You tell yourself that maybe you bit your tongue, that it’s not really your ex Phil’s blood coating your teeth.

Your thin pajamas are hardly any protection against the chill of the night air, less so with how soaked they are. The stench of piss is heavy in the air, a mixture of yours and his, but you don’t have time to go back inside and change.

You’re running on pure instinct, an animal urge deep in your mind insisting you run. You’d always thought you’d have more of a flight instinct than fight. Despite how you feel now, how your legs itch to carry you as far away as possible, the cooling corpse left behind tells you the truth. 

You stumble into the wall, a wave of nausea knocking you off balance. There’s a trail of red left behind as you use one hand to balance yourself, the other held protectively over your heart. 

Your security system - cheap, but usually enough to let you sleep through the Purge - is completely destroyed. There’s no chance of it protecting you, and the bust in windows will let anyone on the streets see your vulnerability. You’ll never feel safe there, and you can’t shake the need to run.

There’s no chance of any of your neighbors helping you. There’s some neighborly camaraderie between your floor-mates, but that all disappears on Purge night. It’s every man for himself, every year, without fail. You know that. You even think the same as them, pretend no one else exists when that siren goes off every year. 

But now, shaking and terrified, you wish you could knock on a door and see it open. Hear the security system disengage and see a familiar face, beg for help and thank them on your knees.

It’s a nice fantasy. Reality is less kind, seeing you shake with a dawning chill as you manage to shoulder open the door to the stairwell, cringing when it slams behind you.

The cold cement is rough on your feet, and a distant part of yourself worries about slipping - your feet are slick with blood, and you can hear yourself leaving a trail of footsteps. You don’t try to slow down, holding tight to the metal railing and shuffling down the stairs.

You’re halfway down the first of four flights when the door on the next floor opens, a large figure stepping into the stairwell. Your stumble to a stop before you even register that you’re not alone anymore, and you’re backpedaling before you even fully realize.

He’s big, his face covered in a red skull mask. From your vantage point you can see his hair is shaved into a mohawk, and he’s shirtless with only a pair of gray sweatpants on.

He’s drenched in blood. Even more than you, and you feel like you’re drowning in it. If you’re painted in blood, someone took a bucket and dumped it on this man. You can hardly see any unmarked skin, and you wonder for a split-second if the skull was once white.

There’s an audible grin in his voice when he calls up to you. “Look’it you, bonnie thing. You tryin’ to run?” He steps to the side, leaving a wide open space for you to pass him to the next staircase. You’re frozen where you’re leant against the railing, hardly able to breathe. “C’mon, give it a shot.” 

You listen, scrabbling further back and all but throwing yourself up the stairs on all fours. You’re only the need to get away, an innate fear that tells you to get as far from the blood-soaked man as quickly as possible. You swear you hear him laugh as you launch yourself up the next flight, panting already.

There’s no safety found in going up though, as hardly two flights later you’re tugged to a stop by your instincts alone.

Standing above you, hardly six feet away and blocking the door he must’ve just come from, is another giant. This one fully clothed and with a white skull mask, somehow bigger and more intimidating than the man you can hear coming up the stairs behind you. You can’t see even an inch of skin, black gloves on his hands and mean black combat boots reaching nearly his knees.

There’s a moment, before the chase ends, where you contemplate jumping over the railing. There’s no going up, there’s no going back, and you can’t even begin to imagine what these two men want with you. The only thing that keeps you from throwing yourself over is the fear that you wouldn’t die on impact, that you’d be left injured and even more vulnerable to these men.

You’re not sure you could’ve tried that plan had you even wanted to, because the moment it forms fully in your mind a pair of thick arms wraps around you, and a heavy weight forces you to the ground.

You cry out at the sudden shove, palms scraped raw against the cement. The man behind you covers your body completely - his knees bracket yours, his hands rest on either side of your head, and there’s no part of the back of you that isn’t cloaked in him.

He doesn’t say anything as he ruts against you, the blood from his chest soaking through your tank top and making you cringe further away. You can’t stop the quiet stream of whimpers as you try to shrink into the stairs, try to get away from the beast behind you. He doesn’t care, only drops more of his weight onto you and pantomines fucking you.

You can feel the outline of his cock through his pants, as thin as the clothes both of you are wearing are. If you weren’t wearing your shorts, if he tugged the waistband of his pants down, he’d be inside of you.

The thought makes you tear up, makes you want to slam your head back and try to knee him in the balls, makes you want to fight.

But all your fight is gone. It died with Phil and your security system, and you’re left only with a weight in your bones that makes you wish you could sink through the floor. 

The hard plastic of the skull mask presses to the sensitive skin of your cheek, biting into the fat there. You can see the gleam of bright blue eyes in the sockets, the creases at the edges that tell you he’s smiling.

“You gonna fuck her here for the first time?” The white skull asks, voice deep enough that you hardly register the words. Your eyes are jerked to his form and it makes you shiver to see him sitting on the top of the staircase you’re pinned to, legs spread wide as he stares down at you with a cigarette between lips exposed by the tilted mask. You feel like a sacrifice, thrown to the stairs of a temple for a god.

“Can I?” The man over your shoulder pants, accent roughened from his own movements. You can’t tell if the wetness between your thighs is piss, blood, or an even worse option. You bite your tongue to hold back a whine, wince at the burst of iron in your mouth.

The man above you tilts his head, smoking blown into the air. “You fuck her here, you won’t get to go again on the roof. Don’t need you gettin’ spoiled.”

Your nails dig into the concrete, folding beneath the pressure as you shake beneath the red skulled man. He whines over you, like a petulant kid being told no for the first time, but goes still against you. That alone has you blinking open damp eyelashes, watching him from the corner of your eyes.

“Alright, I’ll wait,” he pants, chin resting on your soldier. “Give ye some time to get ready, huh lass? It’ll be easier for ye then. Just think about what we’ll do to ye, how good it’ll feel to get properly fucked, yeah?”

You sob when he grinds one final time against you, your hips pushed into the harsh edge of the stairs. 

He’s dragging you up after that, hardly letting either of you stand fully before shoving you up the stairs. You can’t catch your balance and let out a small cry as you fall back to your knees, mouth twisting in pain at the unforgiving surface against your naked knees.

You flinch when a gloved hand grasps your chin, tugging up until you’re forced to look towards the white skull above you.

You’ve landed between his feet, a boot on either side of your body, and if you’d moved forward even another half foot, you’d have face planted into his lap. 

Your heart skips a beat when you realize you’re making eye contact with him. The dark brown of his pupils blends almost seamlessly with what must be black paint smeared around his eye sockets, and the only reason you even realize you’re locked in a staring contest is the way the light reflects off the whites of his eyes.

You don’t have time to try and move away from him on your own (or, more accurately, to throw yourself backwards and pray you didn’t break something falling down the stairs) before a pair of bare hands are shoving you up from beneath the armpits, making you almost squeal as you jerk in the direction you’re forced.

“Up, c’mon,” red skull grunts, hands flitting from one part of your exposed skin to the next as he herds you upstairs. “Need to get inside ye, kitty, fuckin’ walk.”

You sob as you stumble up the stairs, the top of your foot scraping painfully against the concrete. You glance over your shoulder just in time to see White stand to follow you two, but you’re nearly sent sprawling again when Red only shoves you all the more harshly.

“Pl-please,” you manage to gasp, shoulder roughly bouncing off the wall. A glance up tells you you’re two full flights away from the rooftop. “Please, I don’t know what you want, b-but…” You can hardly talk around the sobs floating in your throat, choking you. “Please, please don’t hurt me.”

Red groans as he tugs you nearly off balance, the sound echoing off the walls and full of what you can only describe as hunger.

“Fuck, haven’t even gotten ye naked yet ‘n yer already beggin. Knew ye’d be perfect for us.”

You can hardly see through the tears in your eyes, the rest of the trip up to the roof all gray with streaks of red and black. You can’t focus enough to try and get away again, can’t get enough of your panic under control to fucking think.

The red skull catches you when you almost go careening over the rails, one broad hand catching you by the chest and gripping.

He groans, you flinch. “Fuck, cannae wait to get my mouth on these.” He pinches with his whole hand, your breast going sharp with pain on every fingertip. You whine, flinching further against his chest and trying to shrink away.

“Keep movin’, Soap.”

“Aye,” Red - Soap - pants, and you can practically hear the saliva gathered in his mouth when he swallows. “C’mon, kitty, only a little further.”

The blood on your hands has dried by the time White is shouldering open the door to the roof, your hands itching and the red flaking away every time your fingers twitch. The night air is a cold shock, just jarring enough to tug some reason back into your brain.

Soap doesn’t stop his herding until you’re far enough from the door for his partner to block it with an old metal chair, the back tucked under the door handle. You tuck your hands beneath your arms, shoulders curled in in an attempt to preserve warmth.

You wouldn’t have expected the night to be so cold. Half of the street is burning - flames painting the sky, giving you the exact opposite impression of the biting chill you feel. There are dozens of people in the streets, carrying guns and axes and chainsaws and all sorts of other weapons you can’t see. You feel bile rise in your throat when you realize the dark pools reflecting flames in the street are blood, not water.

“Fuckin’ finally,” Soap grumbles, and you don’t have any time to think before his mouth is pressed forcefully against yours, tongue shoving at your lips.

Your eyes are wide open, unlike his, and you make a shocked sound high in your throat at the sight of his maskless face. You can’t really see what he looks like with the way he’s pressed against you, but it’s a shock nonetheless.

You keep your lips pressed tightly together, no matter how much his tongue prods and tries to force its way into your mouth. You feel more than hear him laugh against you after a few long seconds, and one of his massive paws comes up to cradle your jaw pointer finger against your temple and thumb under your chin.

He stops trying to force himself between your lips after almost a minute, instead shifting to just… licking your lips. His tongue paints wide across your mouth, soaking you in his saliva. He’s almost scarily determined in the way he accosts you, his grip tight on your face as his other hand shifts to bruise your hip, covering what feels like the entire bottom-half of your face in his spit. You can’t help but grimace, trying to pull away from him, but he’s pressed too close.

“Can’t fuckin’ wait to be in ye,” he pants, breath warm and wet against your cheeks. “I know yer gonna squeeze me just right, bonnie, can tell already.”

“Please,” you say, voice weak. “Please, don’t, I don’t want you to-”

His groan is guttural. “Ye wanna know a secret, bonnie?” His voice is quiet between the two of you, bright blue eyes boring deep into yours when he pulls back. To your endless frustration, he’s handsome.

He leans close, whispering so low that you almost have to strain to hear hum. “That’s what makes you fun. Wouldnae be draggin’ you up here if ye wanted it, could get you any other night of the year for that. But it’s Purge night, lass… so you go ahead and fight as much as ye want, yeah? Just makes it more fun for me.”

You can’t help but sob at that, fat tears streaming down your face as he maneuvers you. You feel disconnected from your body as he forces you down to the ground, your soft belly left exposed when he pushes up your tank-top to cup one of your breasts, a whimper crawling out of your throat at the way the gravel presses into you.

You feel his breathing grow heavier as his hands move down to your shorts, shoving them off your hips and leaving them loose around your calves, completely disregarding your pitiful attempts at crawling away.

“Poor thing, been stuck in these the whole time? They fuckin’ reek, bonnie, no offense. That his piss or yours?”

You shake your head against the ground, face twisted up in acute humiliation. For some stupid reason you don’t want to even begin exploring, you find it necessary to whisper, “H-his.”

Soap hums, and you curse yourself inwardly when the humiliation is slightly alleviated.

“Get ‘em off her,” the white mask says, and you can’t help but jump at the sound of his voice. He’s sat on a large box only a few feet away, leaning back and relaxing, looking for all the world like he’s settled in for his favorite show. “Don’t want anythin’ of his touching her now.”

The sound Soap makes at that is animalistic, a snarl coming from deep in his chest that makes you flinch as he all but tears the shorts from your body. You wince at the wet splat of them landing several feet away.

You force your forehead into the gravel when your knees are forced wide, a rough hand and another pair of knees spreading you.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no…” you can’t help but beg, voice trembling. “Please- god, please don’t-”

“Fuck,” he moans over your shoulder. “Yeah, keep goin’, lass.”

You sob at the feeling of warm skin against your bared behind, his thick length slotting itself smoothly between the slightly spread lips of your pussy. Your eyes squeeze shut and it takes all your willpower not to keep begging.

He slides himself back and forth against you for a few long breaths, using online the slight slickness from a mixture of piss and blood to get some friction. But to your immense horror, it only takes a few moments for the sensual movement against your clit to have your body preparing itself.

The slight wetness at your hole might be a betrayal, but it’s not nearly enough to ease the way when he pushes inside of you with no warning.

You nearly scream, a high sound of pure panic and pain when it feels like you’re being split in two. Somewhere off in the distance, you hear someone laugh. Right above you, Soap groans.

He’s buried himself to the hilt inside you before the pain has had any time at all to fade, and he’s fucking into you hardly a second after that.

Every thrust forces a grunt from your throat, the entire weight of him slammed into your back each time his balls smack against your clit. Your face is twisted up in a grimace, your whole body racked with pain that your assaulter couldn’t care less about.

“Fuck, kitty. Yer squeezin’ me so good, such a good girl, shit-! Knew you’d be ti-tight as a vice, fuck, but didn’t know you’d be squeezin’ me so tight I can hardly move.”

Your whine is plaintive, his moan is filled with pleasure.

“Yer gettin’ so wet for me, bonnie. Ye like this, huh? Bet you like it just as much as I do, gettin’ thrown around and takin’ advantage of. That it, kitty? Ye like being forced?”

You sob and shake your head against the ground, crying all the more when sharp pebbles dig into your cheeks.

“Naw, I think ye do. Why else’d you be- fuck, squeezin’ me like that?” 

“Cause- because-” you try, but you can’t get the breath in to get more than a single word out.

“Huh? Cause- cause-?” Soap mocks, his voice pitching up to mimic you as he plants himself deep inside you, grinding his hips against the meat of your ass. “C’mon, kitty, tell me why. Go on.”

“Cause I want you to stop!” You cry, balled up fist slamming into the gravel. You can’t help but whine ow when the sharp rocks poke into your skin, and Soap’s laugh shakes your entire body.

“Good,” he whispers, breath hot against your ear. “Squirm all ye want, lass. I love it when you fight.”

You can do nothing but go limp beneath him as he begins fucking you again, his pace somehow faster and even more relentless. It’s a small mercy that there’s no fight left in you, that you can’t give him any more pleasure. 

It certainly doesn’t stop him, though. Despite the fact that you’re doing your best impression of a dead fish, Soap pants and moans against your shoulder like you’re the single best thing he’s ever slept with. His cock is painfully hard inside of you, and his pace never once slows.

He’s loud when he finally comes, the sound of his orgasm clear enough that you know he’s thrown his head back to the sky. You can only whimper as he rolls his hips against you, working the last spurts of cum out of his cock and into your unwilling body. 

“Fuck,” he sighs in your ear, sounding far more satisfied than he has any right to. “Good girl, kitty. You were perfect.”

You sniffle beneath him when he slowly pulls out, both of you groaning at the sensation. He gives you an almost perfunctory pat on the ass, and stands to walk away. You manage to open your eyes and focus just in time to see him slide to the ground in front of his partner, leaning against the wall.

“Yer turn,” he sighs. “Warmed her up good for you, Lt.”

Despite the hatred boiling in your gut, you can do nothing but lay limp on the ground and watch as his partner stands, cracking his neck and moving towards your prone form. 

You want to run, you want to fight, but you can only watch the executioner come closer and wait for the metaphorical axe to fall.

He crouches by your head first, grasping your chin and pulling up until your torso tries to follow to alleviate the tension. He stares deep into your eyes for a long moment, and you find that it’s impossible to even tell where his pupils are with no real lighting. You feel like you’re truly looking into the empty eye sockets of a skull, no man and no mercy to be found.

“You’ll call me Ghost when I fuck you,” he rumbles, thumb stroking over the scrapes on your cheek. He doesn’t wait for a response, simply hauls you up by the shoulder and turns you onto your back. 

He’s rough with your limbs as he shoves your legs together and up, his forearm banding across the backs of both of your knees and holding them to your chest. You whimper and wiggles as best you can, but the bruising blow against your thigh is enough to have you gasping and stilling.

“Don’t fight,” he warns, and you feel his gloved fingers running up the crack of you. “You’re hurtin’ enough as it is, and I’m not gonna help. You wanna make it worse too?”

You shake your head, unsure if he can even see you through your legs. He doesn’t respond, and hums when he swipes two fingers through the liquid gathered between your lips.

You whine when those fingers move further down, a fresh panic creeping in when he presses around your back hole.

“You should be glad Soap fucked you so good,” Ghost drawls. “He gave you all the lube you’re gonna get.”

You feel like an animal when you whine again, unsure of how to even begin trying to speak. You yelp when a thick finger slides into your hole, completely disregarding any resistance and forcing its way in until it’s buried to the knuckle. Your cries go ignored.

“Quit squirmin’,” Ghost scolds, pulling his finger out to smack your ass before shoving two back in. “You’re fine.”

You’re not, you’re terrified and hurting and upset, but none of those things matter when Ghost only coaxes more of your slick and Soap’s spend to your unused whole so there’s less resistance. 

The only blessing you have is the fact that you can’t see more than the outline of Ghost’s figure with the way he’s got you positioned. You try your best to close your eyes and float into disassociation, and while you can’t fully manage it, the fact that you can’t see his face - his mask - helps you distance yourself from what’s happening.

The moment you realize this is of course the moment it stops being true. 

He seems to decide you’re ready after scissoring three fingers inside of you, hefting himself up so that he looms more fully over you. You can only whine as you feel the movements of him unbuckling his belt, feel the weight of him slap against your slightly spread cheeks.

Fresh tears fall past your lashes as you stare up into the fathomless darkness that are Ghost’s eyes. There’s nothing there, just a cold empty skull prepared to ruin you.

You don’t even have the energy to beg.

The stretch of him inside your ass is five times worse than Soap was. There’s no natural lubrication, and nowhere near enough synthetic lube either. Your hole feels like it’s on fire, the stretch white hot as he gives you no mercy.

You’re not even fully sure what you’re babbling as he slowly sinks to the root, only aware of the pain and fear and panic sitting heavy in your heart. You fear you’ll choke on your tears, head jerking back and forth.

He sighs when he bottoms out, heavy barrel chest forcing your knees past your shoulders. Your hips strain, just another pain from the endless abuse.

“There,” he grunts, patting your thigh when you go limp from it all. “Stay nice and still now, just need a place to dump my cum.”

Upsettingly enough, that hurts. The idea that you could mean nothing to this man is somehow worse than the thought of him having some other twisted feelings for you, your hormone-addled mind deeply insulted. 

His thrusts are long and slow, each one pulling nearly completely out before slamming back in. The sound of your skin slapping together is embarrassingly sexual, and a distant part of you is aware enough to pray that no one nearby had heard your screams and cries.

Ghost is near silent as he fucks you, the opposite of Soap. You can only hear the occasional grunt when you squeeze him because he’s inches away from your face - you can even feel the occasional gusts of breath when his hips start working a little faster. 

There’s nothing you can do but lay limply beneath him and take it, just a vehicle for his pleasure. You almost manage to float away, to pretend none of this is happening or has ever happened, when his free hand moves from your thigh to the top of your cunt.

You nearly squeal when he rubs your clit, the smooth leath gliding over your slick bud. Your eyes fly wide open, back arching as much as you can with three hundred pounds of man holding you down. The loud laugh from several feet away only makes you writhe more.

“Make her squirt, Lt!” Soap shouts, his voice carefree.

“Shut it, Johnny,” Ghost grunts, voice roughened with pleasure. You don’t even have time to focus on the fact that he’s just told you Johnny’s name, far too preoccupied with the tidal wave of pleasure rushing towards you.

You have no idea why it happens. You’re never quick to come - almost every single partner of yours has complained about you taking so long to get off, it’s been an Issue in several relationships. 

So it makes absolutely no sense that after hardly a minute of rough circles against your clit, you’re clenching down on the cock in your ass and moaning loudly as your orgasm overtakes you.

The natural clench of your body only makes the pain worse, a sharp spike of it running up your cunt and making your moan shift into more pained sounds. Ghost only moans in tandem above you, his thrusts becoming slightly less even as he lets your orgasm coax out his own.

You sob when you feel his cum paint your insides.

Unlike Johnny, Ghost doesn’t pull out after he comes. He lets your legs fall limp on either side of him, just barely managing to catch them for you before you slam your ankles to the ground. He leans his torso over yours, elbows resting on either side of your shoulders while you do nothing but wait beneath him.

He’s sweat off some of the makeup. This close, you can see hints of pale skin in the sockets of the mask. There’s nothing to read in his eyes, but that flash of skin tells you he’s still a man.

You swallow, trying to work moisture back into your dry mouth, and whisper, “Will… will you let me go now?”

You know it’s more likely he’ll kill you. It’s what you can only imagine happened to all those bodies in the streets, what you know happens to tens of thousands of women every year. 

So it’s not a surprise when he doesn’t answer you verbally, instead covering your mouth with his palm and pinching your nose shut with his fingers. 

Your eyes flutter shut after a moment, lungs tightening already, and all you can hope is that suffocation is a quick death.

———————————————————————

You wake, gasping, in a dark room. 

You’re lurching forward before you’re even fully aware that you’re awake, coughing loudly and gasping when it feels like your throat is bleeding.

“Oh, poor thing,” you hear a familiar accented voice coo, and a moment later there’s a warm hand patting your back. “Yer alright, deep breaths.”

You jerk back from Soap - Johnny - as soon as your coughing is under control, scrambling back on your palms and staring at him with wide eyes. He only grins at you, looking for all the world like any other normal man in his sweater and sweatpants.

He got changed at some point - these pants are clean. He’s not wearing his mask either, and you’re struck dumb by how non threatening he manages to look.

He also changed your clothes - or Ghost did, maybe. You try to cover your chest with one hand, but there’s no hiding the fact that you’re completely naked. 

Johnny only laughs at your attempted modesty. “Been starin’ at them for hours, lass. Ye’ve got nothin’ to hide.”

That’s… horrifying, and does absolutely nothing to calm you down.

It’s then that Ghost rises from a chair, stepping forward and making you aware of his presence. “Calm down, Johnny. We don’t want her panickin’ this early.”

Soap fully pouts, tilting his head at you before glancing up at his partner. “I haven’t even done anythin’, Ghost. Was just sayin’ hi, tha’s all.”

Ghost snorts, gripping Johnny’s mohawk and tugging back until the other man sprawls back on his ass. “You know how you are, pup. Give your kitty some space.”

Johnny listens, crossing one leg beneath him and bending the other close to his chest, looking casual as can be. Meanwhile your heartbeat only gets faster, and you wince when you happen to lean too far one direction and feel a throbbing reminder of what these men did to you.

Ghost steps forward again, crouching just out of arm's reach. You realize he’s not wearing the same skull mask as before, but a balaclava with a printed skull pattern instead. His eye sockets are unpainted, and you’re shocked by how such little things make him look so much more human. 

“You can calm down. Long as you behave, nothin’ much worse’ll happen to you.”

You find yourself almost comically not-comforted by that, and can do nothing more than stare at him with wide eyes. 

“Where…” Your voice cracks, so you swallow and start again. “Where am I?”

It’s Johnny who speaks up. “Our place. We finally brought ye home with us, kitty.”

The world feels like it’s slowed around you, and your eyes drag from one kidnapper to the other. You have to swallow again to work any moisture into your bone-dry mouth.

“Is the Purge over?”

The creases at the corner of Ghost’s eyes are painfully obvious with how pale his skin is, and you shudder at the thought of him smiling.

“Been over for… what, five hours now? Somethin’ like that.”

You can’t fight the tremble in your voice now. “Then… then you have to let me go.”

Ghost’s head tilts, the creases get deeper. “Do I?”

You nod with as much conviction as you can - which is almost none. “You can’t keep me here. You’re breaking the law.”

Ghost leans closer on the balls of feet and you lean further back, your spine pressing into the wall behind you. “Are we now? And who do you think will stop us, pet?”

“The- the police. Someone will report me missing, they’ll come looking.”

“Oh? And you think they’ll come here?”

You nod as best you can, and jump when Ghost laughs. It’s low and quiet, only a few beats, but it’s like gasoline thrown on the small fire of panic in your mind.

“You have no idea where you even are, and you think they’ll find you? I hate to break it to you doll, but you’ll be lucky if they look for you for a week. You have any idea how many people go missin’ after the Purge?”

Your breath is quickening. “So that’s it? You’re just going to… going to keep me here, forever? What are you even going to do?”

His laugh is sharper, meaner this time. “We’re gonna do a whole lot more of what we did last night, pet. Keep you as a little cocksleeve, a pretty thing tucked in the basement just for our entertainment. Ain’t that right, Johnny?”

You manage to tear your eyes away to look at Soap and see that he’s nearly salivating, having inched closer and closer and shifted so he’s knelt behind Ghost. There’s a feral spark in his eyes that has every hair on your body standing straight up.

“Yeah, tha’s right. Don’t worry, lass, we’ll make sure yer never lonely. Might even stay the night with you, cuddle up in the winter. Bet ye could keep our cocks nice and toasty in the cold, huh? Gonna let us use ye as a little heater?”

“A heater, a mattress, a fleshlight… your future’s lookin’ bright, sweetheart,” Ghost drawls, mockery dripping heavily from the cruel words.

Your eyes dart back and forth between the two men and their predatory stares, your heart racing against your ribcage.

It’s not a conscious choice for you to launch yourself towards them, reaching out and clawing your sharp nails down Soap’s face with a feral scream that tears your throat to shreds. 

Even as Ghost throws you off and forces you to the ground, you vow to fight these men to the end. You’ll kill them both if you have to, leave them dead and wander however many miles it is back to your apartment.

Ghost only laughs when you shout this in his face, and you scream as you lunge forward, just managing to catch his masked chin between your teeth and bite.

With your fight instinct back in full force, you’re ready to make their lives hell.

#lumi im SORRY hand on the bible i could not tell you why this took me so long #it's pwp. it's pure smut. there is no justifiable reason for this taking a week #i literally have FOUR fucking docs of purge au's rn lmao like when i tell you i tried to write this SO MANY TIMES it was just not happening #ghoap x reader #bo writes #purge au #how do i tag this to get people to see it but not to get people complaining about dark fic to me #...i don't #oh well. special treat for you guys lol

[blughxreader]

Platonic Yandere!Batman x gn!Reader

Purge AU. Info on au. You receive your official government letter announcing a yandere's claim on you in tomorrow's Purge. Accompanying it are five crimson letters from the yanderes themselves. ~600 words

Dear [Name],

I want to take this first encounter to assuage your fears—you are in no danger.

The fear you must be feeling might be the most dreadful you’ve ever experienced, and I’ll forever regret it. While the monotonous bureaucracy of the Purge is taxing on everyone, it’s a necessary evil… Inside this letter, you’ll receive what brief explanation I can give you and, hopefully, comfort you in some capacity.

[Name], I’m your father, and this letter is my official and legal introduction. In the next 24 hours, I and your siblings will bring you home.

You don’t know this yet, but we met on a moonless evening many months ago. You were walking alone, trying to leave the emptying streets before Gotham’s evening crowd took hold of the city. I worried for you and decided to keep a close eye until you were home safely, but something about your demeanor kept my attention. How polite and unassuming, yet quick to navigate the streets you were. You drifted through the evening like a wayward spirit, eventually finding yourself in my heart and soul.

That chance encounter sent us spiraling down a destined path, one in which I never anticipated would lead to here. I never realized the grim darkness I had been living in until I experienced your light, and now, the day before our first meeting as father and child, the promise of eternal contentedness just beyond these 24 hours is almost too much to bear.

Your brothers and sisters are equally ecstatic. You’ll never be bored for a moment in your life moving forward, as the halls of our home are always thrum with the echoes of banter and excitement. I can’t promise it will be an easy life free from any sorrows, but your new family already loves you so, so dearly.

In time, I’m confident that you, too, will reflect on this event as the start of a better life.

However perfect your joining our family seems, I find myself asking how it came to this. How did I discover a soul as kind and lovely as yours? Despite all my failures and shortcomings, the world still crossed our paths and sent the merger of our lives into motion.

As a servant of justice, I’ve dedicated my life to protecting what is moral and just. I’ve spent decades refining my values and priorities, yet this has often left me at fragile crossroads between myself and my children.

I’m flawed. I’m imperfect. I don’t think I’ll ever be worthy of being your father. I need you to know these things before we meet, to save yourself from the inevitable misfortune that will strike us. Yet know this: there is not a force in this world that will keep me from you. I love you more than I love humanity, more than the Earth itself. I would defy the laws that govern the universe if it meant seeing you happy.

The world is dangerous and unpredictable. However inadequate I feel at protecting your light, I know you’re significantly more likely to fade from existence outside of my care.

To receive a crimson letter from the city a day before the Purge might be one of your darkest nightmares, and for that I’m sorry. With my heart, soul, and all my love for you, I promise to rectify the misery you and your biological family are experiencing. Please take comfort in the fact that you will be the most beloved and cherished person in the world.

I will give you everything. For your family’s sake, I hope they can rest easier with this knowledge.

Please remain put until we arrive.

See you soon.

Love,

Dad

Note... I love this self-hating old man. Damian's is finished and will be up soon! For more yandere batfam, visit my masterlist!

#platonic yandere batfam #yandere batfam #platonic yandere #yandere batman #yandere x reader #batfam x reader #purge au #yandere purge #yandere letter

[yandereworlds]

BAT FAMILY BOT (PURGE AU)

After some contemplation, I've finally gotten around to making another Bat Family bot after receiving many requests for another one, but this one is centered around the Purge. I just feel like there's a lot of potential with the whole Purge concept because there's a lot of ways you can go about it, so.. Here it is!

I couldn't find a decent photo for the bot, so I decided to make my own. So, feel free to visit the bot and let me know what you guys think! I have a lot more DC concepts for bots and so far, I can tell you guys are really enjoying them. Thank you for the continued support, you guys are amazing.

You can find the bot here! And here's a link to my Ko-fi, if you'd like to help me continue making bots for JanitorAI. Hope you guys enjoy!

#yandere #yancore #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere x reader #male yandere #//mun kiki #yanderecore #bat family #dc #dc comics #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #Jason Todd #Purge AU #Janitorai #//mun kiki art #dc fanart

[thetreefairy]

Hiii, for your event can i request prompt 5 and 7 for platonic yandere gojo! With a student reader and a purge au? ❤️

Thank you for requesting<3, unfortunately I was feeling rather sick so this is a bit later then I intended. And I made it way longer then expected Prompt 5: "Don't run away~! It just gives me a reason to hurt you!" prompt 7: "You should be praised for how much of an idiot you are."

Gn student reader

Warnings: swearing, gojo is mocking reader, infantilization, kidnapping, reader jumps out the window, gojo is just an ass reading after this point is at your own viewership.

Ko-Fi - Event - Event masterlist

Reader couldn't believe it, they had gotten a purge letter.

A fucking purge letter from Gojo Satoru, their teacher. And now they still had 2 days until the purge.

Megumi knew that something was wrong right away, he and Reader were quite close friends. However knowing that Reader wouldn't tell him if it was just him asking he asked his classmates and Gojo.

So after class they ambushed Reader.

"Reader, why are being so fidgety?" Megumi asked with a worried tone. "I am not!" Reader retorted, hearing Gojo scoff causing them to tense up.

"Yeah, you are! Did you get a purge letter or something?" Yuji shot at Reader. "You know we can help you right?" Kugisaki added. But reader knew the condition under that, as long as it isn't one of them.

"I am leaving, I'll see you guys after the purge." Reader grins at them, causing Gojo to smirk, then their classmates to figure it out.

Even if Reader somehow escaped he had all year to convince them to just live with him. After all, they need a good parent figure. Perhaps he can convince his students to help...

.

.

.

Reader had made sure they had all what they needed, a weapon, a bag with basic necessities and a comfort item. Reader put on their comfort bracelet, all of their doors were locked and now they just had to hide.

But it was a bit too late.

"This is your Emergency Broadcast System announcing the commencement of the annual purge.

For 24 hours every yandere action will be legal except Murder and causing any permanent bodily harm to your darling, 'marking' however is allowed if your darling is a romantic darling..

The police cannot be called, the paramedics can only be called in deathly situations"

Gojo couldn't wait, his child would finally be safe in his arms. He was sure that the process would be a bit awkward, but as long as Reader would be a obedient child... Everything would be fine.

But unfortunately for his patience Reader won't be going without a fight.

At first Gojo knocked on the door, hearing Reader shuffle away quietly to hide.

"Reader~, can't you open the door for me?" He asked in a humming tone. "Papa will be kind then."

He could basically hear them hiding away. He kicked open the door. Reader heard this and bit their cheek. They couldn't make a noise, Gojo needs to think they aren't here.

Unfortunately for you Gojo heard you, he entered the room you were in. He could see that Reader was desperately trying to find a place to hide. But when Reader saw him they backed up to the window.

"Come here." He told them. "Why don't we just turn in quietly, huh?"

"No." Reader mumbled. "You are going to leave, and leave me alone." Gojo chuckled. "Reader, my dear child, you have no say in this."

His eyes widening as they broke the window behind them, his anger and annoyance increasing. "Don't run away~!" He cooed. "It just gives me a reason to hurt you."

"Shut up!" Reader shouted. "If you take one step closer I'll jump out of this window without using my curse technique!"

Gojo glared at Reader. "Don't you dare."

"Then, stay as you are." They hissed, causing Gojo to chuckle. "You don't make the rules." he said.

"It's still the purge." Reader hissed. "You have no legal rights over me."

"Yet." He said in a happy tone. "My darling child, are you foolish enough to believe you can escape?"

Gojo didn't want to activate his curse technique, he knew Reader gets uneasy even using their own.

He took a step forward, and reader did just what they warned they would do.

They jumped out the window.

Gojo now had no choice but to activate infinity to try and get Reader safely on the ground, which he was able to. But not without injury.

This caused him to laugh, his child looked like a deer running away from the predator. "You should be praised for how much of an idiot you are." He hummed, Reader glared at him.

They lost their freedom rather quickly, but perhaps they can win the next purge.

#yandere father #treefairy🧚‍♂️🍁 #platonic yandere #soft yandere #yandere x darling #male yandere #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #platonic yandere gojo #yandere gojo #yandere x reader #purge au #yandere purge #tw: yandere #tw yandere #tw infantilization #yandere satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk imagines #jjk fanfic #jjk masterlist #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu sorcerer #kinda angsty #one shot #event

[eetherealgoddess]

Someone requested a bonten/purge au in one of my comment sections forever ago. Hope you enjoy!♡︎♡︎♡︎

ꨄWork Nightꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Bonten/Purge Au

❦You work during the purge❦

Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchiyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Work Night

Recently, you learned about the extra money you could make by working on Purge night. Usually, you wouldn’t stay out during the ‘holiday’ but you decided to try it. Now, why wouldn’t you just go out and steal from a bank or something? Because, that’s a death sentence. Other people are out doing the exact same thing. At least you’ll still be safe inside. The job is to clean and mandate the shop, protecting the merchandise while it stays closed. Fortunately, the store you work in has never been broken into, or stolen from, nobody really caring for flowers on a night as chaotic as this, which makes your job easy.

Unlike other stores surrounding you, this one is a small business, and the price to protect it was too good to pass. You’re also not alone, currently sweeping the floor amongst the other two coworkers who are taking care of the other chores on the checklist. Hearing tapping on the window, the three of you look up, your body jolting as you eye the masked strangers

“Do you know them?” One of your coworkers questions. You respond with a shake of your head as your grip on the wooden stick tightens while your body tenses. You all stood quietly, examining the tall figures. Blood stains their suits as well as the weapons that are hanging to their sides. One of them moves closer to the window before he taps the metal bat against the glass and tilts his head, the moonlight exposing the red liquid splattered on the white crying mask.

“The doors are locked right?” The other coworker questions.

“Yeah.” You respond breathlessly. Your heart pounds against your chest as a sense of dread forms when they all move closer. You gasp as the man pulls his arms back and slams the bat against the glass. Shards shatter everywhere before they step inside. You hear your coworkers shriek as you all scramble to run towards the back door.

“Fuck!” You hiss just as you move out of the way right before the person with the baton could crack your skull. You make eye contact through the mask, an eerie smile plastered on the white face. You fall in the process, rolling your body out of the way before the weapon could meet your stomach, smacking a piece of glass when making contact with the floor.

“Pesky little thing.” He all but purrs as you get back on your feet. Your head turns to the person with pink hair holding a katana closing in on one of your coworkers who backed into a corner.

“Please! Don’t kill me!” Her legs shake as she holds her hands up, her eyes wide as tears fall down her face. The mask holds a frown that resembles the person’s grip on the weapon before they pull back and penetrate her chest. You gasp right before dodging the machete that almost slices through your neck, turning your attention to the purple mullet who has on a mask that displays an expression of laughter.

You change your direction, running towards the large hole in which they entered, passing the man using the bat to beat your male coworker’s face into unrecognition. You hop through the hole and run aimlessly, your only thought to get somewhere safe and hide from not only your current tormentors, but anyone else who’s lingering around to be a menace on this celebratory night.

“Please, please, please.” You beg to whatever deity can hear you above, your legs burning as you feel tightness in your stomach from running faster than you’ve ever had to before.

You force yourself to sprint through the pain as you hear footsteps behind, not bothering to turn around. Your adrenaline pumps as you continue down the sidewalk. You begin to struggle to breathe the longer you push yourself, attempting to take in deep breaths and releasing as a way to fight through the pain. You knew you couldn’t stop, especially with the footsteps closing in behind you.

You make a side glance to an alleyway and turn into it, hoping to find a way through by a shortcut. Before you can continue, a hand grabs your bicep and snatches you back.

“Where do ya think yer goin?” The random middle aged man pulls you toward him with a gun against your head. He wrapped an arm around your neck and leans closer to your ear.

“Yer gonna do what I say.” He growls in your ear as his grip tightens while you’re frozen.

“My, my. You’re in quite the predicament, huh?” The man with the machete states, amusement dripping from his tone. The guy holding you turns his attention to the three masked men with confusion on his face.

“Who the hell are you? Go away! This is my kill!” He exclaims with anger.

“Your kill? We found her first.” The guy with the bat argues with a chuckle.

Your eyes widen when you notice that the guy with the katana is missing. Fear engulfing your mind you pull your head forward before slamming it back against the man’s nose causing him to release his grip and cover his wound. Blood drips over his mouth as you move just in time for the weapon to slice through his body, the blade piercing through his stomach now stained with fresh blood. The sound of his gun hitting the ground echoed through the alleyway.

Holy fuck! I just almost got kabobed!

You swiftly snatch the gun from the ground and clumsily aim it at all four men whose attention has turned to you.

“Back the hell up!” You exclaim, scared out of your mind as your hand shakes while holding the gun. Your reaction causes smirks and laughs from the masked figures in front of you.

“Go ahead. Shoot.” Your eyes widened at the male with the katana as your grip tightened on the gun.

Honestly the only time you’ve ever seen a gun was on tv so this is your first time holding the weapon. You had no idea how to use it besides pulling the trigger, but for some reason you hesitate. You breathe heavily as you back up slowly.

“J-just stay away from me! Let me go a-and I won’t have to.”

You stupid bitch, just shoot them! What’s wrong with you?

You look up at the sky, noticing how the night gradually disappears as dawn forms.

Thank God! If I can just hold out till this is over, I’ll be free!

“If you don’t wanna get shot then go away! Now!” You demand, voice trembling as you figure out how to cock the gun.

“Oh? You’re giving us ultimatums now?” The tallest one questions with mirth.

“It’s hilarious that you think you have a say in anything just because you’re holding a gun.” The purple mullet states, crossing his arms with the machete still in his hand.

The sound of their phones going off causes them to grab the devices from their pockets and eye the notification.

“Seems to be your lucky day.”

“Boss needs us guys, let's go.”

“See ya next time!”

They all walk away, leaving you holding the gun as you watch them walk off. You release a large breath as your hand is placed on your chest to hopefully ease the pounding of your heart. Gun still in hand you rush off to your home.

“I-I survived!” You laugh out when you make it inside, locking the door behind you.

“I need to smoke some tree on god.” You moan out before turning on the news.

You listen to the news anchor announcing the end of the purge. You set the gun on the table and walk to your bedroom. After you gather your pajamas you take a quick shower, wiping residue grime and blood, thinking back on your dead coworkers with a shiver.

A few months since the traumatic event passes and your life has only gotten weirder since then. First and foremost, you decided that you wanted to get out more considering you have been a loner for most of your life and don’t really have any major accomplishments since graduating from highschool. Considering the purge was a more recent holiday, you knew that your death could approach even sooner than before.

Anytime you had downloaded dating apps, you never took it seriously enough to make friends or partners so you went out of your comfort zone and met quite a few people this time. Unfortunately, it seems as though after about a week or so they would ghost you for no particular reason that was stated. No matter how much you thought you had bonded with someone, they disappeared as if they never existed in the first place.

You didn’t take it personally at first but after a few times you wondered if there was something wrong with you. It wasn’t until there was someone you talked to for longer than the deadline in which the others had disappeared. You couldn’t believe you caught the attention of someone so attractive but you accepted the circumstances regardless.

More time passes as you two get to know each other and bond quickly, becoming closer than you ever had with someone in a long time. So close that you two decide to spend the purge together at your apartment. He offered his place but you wanted to stay in the vicinity of your own home just in case.

You had just stepped out of the shower while he was in the living room. After drying yourself and lotioning up you put on a different outfit. Just as you step out of the bathroom, you notice a presence with a familiar suit sitting on your bed with his leg crossed. Icy blue orbs pierce your own as your eyes widen.

“R-Ran!” You yell in fear as you run out of the room. “Someone broke in!” You run to the kitchen to grab the gun, only to be pulled back by your arm. You eye the unknown man who looks almost identical to the male you had been seeing though you could recognize that purple mullet from anywhere.

“God, why’d you have to drag this so long?”

“Isn’t it obvious? He wanted her all to himself.” A male with golden eyes says from the couch.

“Ah, yeah. You’ve caught me.” The man with mid length blonde and black hair chuckles, walking towards you.

“He even grew his hair out. Ridiculous.” The pink haired man spits as he walks into the room.

“W-What the fuck is going on?” You yell, eyeing Ran with confusion and anger.

“You know, we could’ve just snatched her that night. Why’d we have to wait a whole year?”

“Cuz it’s fun, Kazu. Didn’t you enjoy murdering all of those people she talked to.”

“Whatever. Let’s just hurry up so we can explain it to Mikey so he doesn’t kill her.”

“What the hell are all of you talking ab-!” Before you could finish you were interrupted by an impact on your head, succumbing to the darkness.

You groan as you wake up with a throbbing headache, aiming to rub your head only for your arms to not move. When your vision is back you notice that your arms are tied behind the chair you’re forced to sit on.

“What is it about you that caught those idiots' attention?” You look ahead to see a man with platinum hair boring into you with dark orbs. Your breath hitches as you become wary of your surroundings. His aura doesn’t help.

“I-I don’t know what’s going on! Please, let me go!”

“Did I say you could speak?” You immediately shut your mouth as you eye him with discomfort.

“You’ve distracted my men. Why?”

You didn’t know whether to answer or not though it’s not like you have a response anyway. Considering the memories that recollected you knew that Ran had been one of the masked strangers from that night. You had no idea why he did what he did or how you caught their attention to the point where you’re not dead yet. You don’t want to find out, all you want is to go home.

“I guess we’ll have to find out.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in concern. You have no idea what he means by that. As if cued, the said group of males walk in, Ran with his original short haired purple style that you remembered from a year ago.

“You found her, you deal with her.” The short man states with a stoic expression before he stands from his seat and walks out of the room.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x you #kazutora x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu x reader #sanzu x you #ran haitani #ran x reader #ran x you #rin haitani #rin x reader #rin x you #bonten #bonten x reader #yandere bonten #bonten au #purge #tw purge #purge au #bonten trio #bonten timeline #yandere males #yandere x you

[herarcadewasteland]

happy death day IIII

A/N: Purge night.

-SKZ x reader, 18+.

mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. descriptions of violence and injury. mentions of kinks

also thank you @mixtape-racha for helping me with hyunjins scene idea ♥

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prev. - next.

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previously on happy death day;

“Let’s see what else I can make you do. It’s my turn now. And you have nowhere to go. Not until Jinnie has his turn with you. Then you’re fucked. Royally fucked. Just you wait.”, he ended with a laugh at your expense, the gesture common from them at this point as he held his hand out to the side for his choice of torture.

Your eyes focused on the item slowly, the lighter and candle being placed in his hand sending you into a frenzy. Your hands tugged against your restraints again, your uninjured leg kicked out as much as it could and your torso twisted uncomfortably. Your mistake. The burn on your stomach had you shouting, back curving and head dropping onto Chan’s toned stomach as you whined at the residual burn. 

“Tsk tsk. I thought I told you to hold still, doll.”, his thumb flicked the lighter wheel, “Let’s see where your disobedience got you~”

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The lighter clicked a few times, the flame failing to burst forth again until it did. His smile said it all as he moved the lighter close enough to your sliced chest that the heat of it made you sweat. The heat stung your wound more than the pressure of the blade, your eyes narrowing to hide as much of the pain as you could. Your efforts were fruitless as Seungmin pushed the flame against the incision, your throat constricting with a shrill scream as he ran the heat along the length of it. 

“Maybe this will stop the mess you’re making, hm? Save Binnie some extra clean up like a good slut.”

You whimpered, muscles clenching as you tried to lean away from all the stimulation, the breath on your ear, the heat of the lighter and the harsh, cold gazes of the men sat and crouched before you. Your thoughts no longer existed, the pain overtaking every single sense, eyes going blurry and ears ringing as you shuddered through the burning sensation that was now doubled on your chest. 

“Be a little bit nice now, Minnie, she’s not used to this~”, Minho’s voice grated at your eardrums and soothed you all at once, “Yet. So, go easy. Until she can sit still. Or don’t~”

He was clearly mocking you, your eyes rolling at his playful tone as he watched you, ankle resting on his knee as he sat and watched you suffer through hooded eyelids. His gaze would’ve turned you on any other day, the intensity, the darkness of it and the way he licked his lips as his head tilted slightly. It screamed arousal and seeing the veins on his hand become more pronounced as he lightly scratched at his elevated leg did not help you in the slightest.

Despite the situation, you squirmed in your spot, hoping it would come across as discomfort and not the unfortunate arousal you were now harboring towards Minho as he sat cockily in his chair. Your luck was never that good, his eyes turning darker as he trailed his gaze down your body, taking in the way you squirmed more when he lifted his eyes to look at you through dark eyelashes, his tongue peeking out to run over his bottom lip slowly.

“Oh Minho! She likes that! Her thighs are clenching!”, Jeongin pointed out the obvious from his floor seat, his finger extended to point at your thighs as they indeed clenched at Minho’s actions.

You were laughed at again, the sound making you shrink in on yourself as much as you could with Chan’s arms finding purchase around your bare waist to run his tongue down your neck, following the small path of love bites he had left on that side. Eyes watched you even more diligently, some darker than before and others holding a new curious light.

“Why is she getting turned on though? She’s being tortured. That’s not grounds to be aroused.”, Felix mused aloud, his eyes tracing your body like he could read all your secrets.

“Jinnie. Sungie. Go search her room while Minnie has his fun.”

“On it.”, the two in question stood to head off upstairs, Felix taking up residence in Minho’s lap this time as Seungmin clicked the lighter beside your ear.

Your head flinched to the side, narrowly avoiding Chan’s own as he stood up straight to take Hyunjins spot beside Changbin. The bucket sat menacingly between the two chairs, the smirks on their faces unnerving and distracting until heat flared in your thigh, your leg kicking out as much as it could in response. Seungmin scoffed a laugh at your reaction, the tip of the lighter meeting your skin as he clicked it back on. The pain was too overwhelming at that point, the direct heat of the hot metal and the flame itself causing you to black out. The time you were out was undetermined, the boys taking the time to look over you very closely, rubbing salve on wounds and drying your hair until Hyunjin and Jisung re-entered the room with your diary in hand. 

“What is that?”

“You guys were gone for a while~ Make out while you were up there?”

“Just bring it here.”

Hyunjin brought it over to Chan without question, Minho and Jeongin teasing the two for taking so long in your room. 

“It’s her diary.”, Chan sounded astonished, his eyes scanning your pretty writing filling the pages one after the after, front and back. 

“Ew, who cares? Girls have too many emotions, it’s no wonder she had to write them down so often.”, Seungmin was unapologetic in his opinion as he set the lighter down once his candle was lit.

“No, no. Shut up Minnie. Not that kind of diary.”

“What other kind of diary is there?! Is it a diet log? That’s even worse!”

“It’s her dirty dreams and kink scenarios…”

“What?”

“Let me see!”

“Oh that’s actually hot.”

“Shit, what is she into?!”

“That's… quite dumb.”, Minho was the one voicing his displeasure this time, his eyes rolling in his annoyance despite leaning forward in his chair in curiosity.

“Why would she need such a large book for that? How much does she write in that thing?”

“How many are there?! I have to know how many kinks she has!”

“That seems irrelevant…”

“Shut up, Lixie! You want to know too!” ,Han huffed in return.

Felix huffed as well while they all fell silent, eyes trained on the book in question while Chan flipped through the pages faster.

“60. She’s listed 60 different kinks.”

Whistles filled the room alongside disbelieving, happy claps.  

“That’s insane! Is there even that many kinks that exist?!”

“Apparently, dumbass! Read some out!”

The boys leaned towards Chan as he flipped back to the near middle of your diary of horniness, his eyes scanning to carefully choose which kinks he wanted to expose. His eyes met Binnie’s darkened ones as he read over Chan’s shoulder, his hands gripping the seat of the chair as he focused on one in particular. 

“Wax play…”

Seungmin made a noise of approval, fingers running up and down the length of his candle as he glanced back at your unconscious form.

“Knife play…”

“YES!”, Felix cheered as he spun in a circle, his fists punching the air at the good news.

“Breath play…”

Changbin growled, his eyes straying back to you as a slow smirk crawled across his pretty lips.

“Fear play…”

Hyunjin and Jeongin let out thoughtful hums, glancing at each other with knowing looks.

“Oh, she does have a daddy kink… or more so a sir/master kink…”

Minho smirked smugly, his eyes still focused on your resting body oblivious to all your secrets being revealed.

“She likes being degraded… and praised… but she also likes impact play.”

Minho laughed this time, Felix’s dark laugh following as Minho’s body fell against the back of the chair in wonder at the knowledge he held on you.  Hyunjin and Jisung high fiving while Chan had his own mini celebration as he scanned the page a few times over. 

“Oh, Innie… She has a scenario written of being hunted…”, Chan’s dark eyes met Jeongin’s as he registered the words in his head, “She likes to be hunted.”

A round of applause and laughter followed, Jeongin’s smirk growing as he watched you wriggle lightly in your sleep. The thoughtful silence that followed would have been unnerving to you had you not been passed out, the group sending each other glances as they re-thought their plans for the next 6 hours of purge night. They would purge, oh yeah they would. And you would be participating in your own way as you had been for the first half, most of it unbeknownst to you as you had been watching whatever shitty drama was on for those who needed the distraction. 

“Oh I’ll hunt you, bunny. You’ll never remember living in peace when I’m done with our little hunt.”, Jeongin walked towards you slowly as he spoke in a slight growl, his eyes narrowed as he placed his hands gently on your burnt, glossy thighs, “I’m going to have so much fun playing the big bad wolf… poor little Y/N-ie~ You have no idea how fast your heart will beat when its me after you next. But you will~”

He stood up from his bent position over your prone figure with slight pressure on your thighs, the action making you whimper lowly as he tilted his head at you with a deep hum that sent shivers down your spine even in your sleep.

“Yah, she can’t hear you. Save your monologue for when you’re hunting her.”

Jeongin huffed out a long sigh that made Felix giggle, Changbin patting his back roughly as he also chuckled at Minho’s words. A comfortable silence filled the room, your sleep riddled breaths calming them all as they talked quietly amongst themselves, Hyunjin grabbing the book from Chan to sit on the kitchen counter, flipping through the worn pages for himself. His sharp eyes scanned each word, absorbing what each meant for his turn until he landed on a scenario that made his heart race. Hyunjin’s eyes met Seungmin’s briefly as he looked over to your figure in the chair, the click and fizzle of the lighter adding some background noise as they all became absorbed in you once more. 

“It’s time to wake her up. Who wants the honor?”

Glances were cast around the room in curiosity, most landing on Felix as he was already sauntering towards you in preparation, hands rubbing together like a fly as he bent to place his lips against your ear softly. 

“Wakey wakey~ It’s time to wake up~”, his deep voice echoed in your subconscious causing you stir slightly as he repeats in your ear, soft lips brushing the shell of your ear until his words woke you with a start, your head flinging away from him as your body jerked in the chair.

A light scoff sounded from farther in the room, Hyunjin’s eyes meeting yours for a solid second before Felix was chuckling in your ear and drawing your attention to the significant ache in your thighs. Glancing at your thighs, you let out your biggest gasp of the night, blisters and red spots littering your flesh. Seungmin was smiling proudly at your feet, his lips parting slightly with proud breaths as he watched your reaction. 

“Don’t get too comfortable now, pretty, Binnie wants a little more time with you before we send you off for Jinnie.”

Hums of agreement from Minho and Han confirmed your fate, Hyunjin meeting your eyes with a bored look until smirked at the way your eyes flickered across his face and body at almost inhuman speeds. Your attention was snapped away from his magnetic energy as Changbin stood to head back to the sink with the bucket, the water turning on and sending tingles across your body as you trembled slightly.

Mentally preparing yourself for your next make-shift swim, you closed your eyes tightly and took shaky breaths through your nose to get used to conserving air when you were under. Unfortunately for you, the boys knew your plans, a rough hit jarring you from your nearly meditative state, coughs jolting your wrapped leg painfully as your eyes focused on Chan, his fist still clenched and ready to send your air from your lungs with another hit in mere seconds if you dared to try and outsmart them and prepare yourself for something that they knew you enjoyed deep down. 

A light spritz of water hit you and you looked around in slight anger, who the fuck just sprayed you like a bad cat? The covered laughter of Minho and Jeongin answered your question, the spray bottle in Minho’s large hand sending you into a blind rage, disregarding any further danger it may have put you in. 

“What the fuck?! How dare you? I am not a misbehaving cat! And I am absolutely not a plant in need of watering so pray tell why the fuck you just sprayed me like both of those things!”, you panted for breath, your outburst taking more energy than you thought as you didn’t take a breath through it all.

The dark eyes around the room narrowed and filled with mirth, watching you seethe in your place. All but one. Hyunjin was furious now. His sharp eyes darker than you had seen them that night as he slid from the counter, your diary in hand as his steps rattled your bones as he made his way to you, the boys going silent and deadly serious as they moved out of his way. 

“Do you want to fucking repeat that, darling?”, Hyunjin’s voice was deep, darkness seeping from the edges as he lowered himself to your level, “I don’t think you fucking do, so don’t you dare continue with your petty attitude.”

He stood up from his bent position, his mesh covered abs meeting your eye-sight as you growled back at him. 

“Who are you to tell me what to say? They were calling you Jinnie! You think that’s fucking scary to me? It’s about as scary as ‘Lixie’ and ‘Minnie’ and ‘Binnie’ which is not at all! So clean up your own attitude, Jinnie, before you try to tell me what to do!”

The silence was deafening, no gunshots from outside seemed to exist. No more screams filled your ears from the distance. No water ran in your sink, no lighter clicked on and off in large hands. There was nothing but your breathing and Hyunjin’s dangerous stare as he lowered himself to your level once more, pretty veined hand gripping your jaw tight enough to break it if he wanted. 

“I fucking dare you to say that again. Go on. You had enough nerve seconds ago to mock me like a big girl. Own up to it! I'm waiting.”

The heat and danger in his eyes told you he was testing you, you should stay silent and shake your head. But you were stubborn and a little too dumb to be good enough at keeping your mouth shut when you needed to. 

“You’re such a dickhead! How big is your ego, huh? I think it takes up your whole being, no room for rational thought past your unending god-syndrome and self-praise! How pathetic is that? The fact you need your ego to even like your-”

Slap.

Slap.

Swoosh.

Crack. Stinging.

Slap.

His hand hit your cheek repeatedly, a belt lashing from Felix being added in for a moment as he seethed for Hyunjin. The man in question was staring you down with an even darker look in his eyes, the anger behind it giving you goosebumps as he heaved for breath through his anger.  His hand gripped your jaw tighter, the bone aching as his fingers dug into it harshly, his thumb tugging down your bottom jaw as he leaned down to stare into your eyes from around the height of your forehead.

Twah. Twah. Twah.

You flinched with each hit of his spit against your tongue, your eyes closing as he shut your mouth roughly, teeth clacking together painfully as your eyebrows contorted in disgust. His gaze held firm as his hand shifted to pinch your nose closed, the action forcing you to open your mouth and drool everywhere or swallow and breathe normally again. Your choice was decided quite quickly for you as Hyunjin raised a single eyebrow, his free hand reaching into the waistband of his dark jeans to pull a pistol from within. Your eyes widened but you weren’t that surprised seeing he had one on him, all of them probably did. What caught you off guard was the click of the safety and the press of the gun against your throat.

“I suggest you fucking swallow if you don’t want me to blast out your pretty throat with something other than my cock.”, Hyunjin was growling now, his voice surpassing Felix’s deepest tone as he cocked his eyebrow higher, a small mocking smirk curving his pretty lips, “That would be such a shame wouldn’t it? Yeah, I think it would.”

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[ebongawk]

purge AU where Eddie decides to lure Jason out of hiding on the night of the purge (either for doing something to a member of Hellfire or maybe for pulling a witch hunt on him the year before) by kidnapping Chrissy

she seems weirdly fine with the whole thing though

#hellcheer #eddissy #eddie x chrissy #chrissy x eddie #eddie munson #stranger things #chrissy cunningham #purge AU #hellcheer prompt

[luk-413]

I missed drawing stuff for my purge au so enjoy this sappy little thing

#smii7y #smii7y fanart #smiity #bbs smii7y #banana bus squad #kryoz #kryozgaming #kryoz gaming #blargmyshnoople fanart #frouse blarg #bbs blarg #blarg my shnoople #blarg fanart #blargmyshnoople #blarg #purge au #bbs purge au

[defectivexfragmented]

“Ah, fuck it.” -to Bucky, in our Purge!verse

@burnedbxnesrumlow

This time it was Bucky who was pissed off. Brock pushed a little too far at a convention and in the end stopped him from signing autographs outside the center. In Bucky's opinion, not all of his fans could afford the tickets to the ComicCon let alone the additional tickets to get an autograph or picture with him. Taking ten minutes to visit the fans who waited outside all day in the pouring rain wasn't a security risk, it was simply honoring the people who made him an A-list actor. Apparently Brock saw it differently, refusing to let him to take the time to visit his rain soaked fans with a long list of reasons as to why he couldn't. He didn't listen to a single one.

Out of utter anger for what happened, Bucky hadn't spoken a word to Brock in two days, a cold shoulder being his weapon of choice. It was difficult considering his bodyguard was also his lover, which he figured only fueled the man's desire to keep him safe.

Two days of no physical contact or anything said to him must have been Brock's breaking point. One second Bucky was walking down the hall heading towards the bodyguard, giving him a cold glare as they passed, and the next his back was against the wall with lips furiously claiming his own. His hands fisted into the man's shirt to push him away but instead pulled him closer, letting the heat of the kiss to consume.

Finally Bucky pulled back to gasp for breath, growling against his lips. "You better finish what you've started."

@burnedbxnesrumlow

#burnedbxnesrumlow #muse: bucky - staring problem - barnes #purge au

[dreamingofbucky]

I’m writing a purge AU with the triple frontier daddies. It’ll be primarily on Wattpad but would people be interested in me turning it into an “x reader” and posting it on here?

#the purge #purge au #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier x you #triple frontier x reader #santiago garcia #william miller #benny miller #francisco morales #horror au #let me know #your thots #reverse harem

[ohbo-ohno]

Bo, both purge fics are a+, amazing, wonderful, hot, incredible

But now I cannot help but think of ghost and soap who either purposefully or accidentally let the reader slip out of their grasps after they’ve had their fun on purge night, only to spend the next 364 days chomping on the bit to get her back, only this time, there’s not a chance in hell she’s going anywhere

ok this is great but there is no way ghoap are waiting another full year. like i love the image of them making everything 10x worse because they've waited a year, but johnny's barely letting you get a mile away before he's dragging you back him with your throat between his teeth

i think they only waited til the purge to snatch you the first time purely for convenience (and because johnny knows how tight you'll get when you're scared, and he can't resist fucking you while you're scared out of your little mind). it was just easier to snatch you while it was technically legal, and the purge wasn't far enough in the future for either of them to get antsy about waiting

if you did manage to escape, you wouldn't make it far <3

#asks and answers #purge au #ghoap x reader

[blughxreader]

a stupid worldbuilding thought about Purge AU

Do you think there would be social criticism about the Purge in a yandere-normal world, not because of human rights violations against darlings, but because yanderes have to meet a financial requirement? Because if you’re going to have a captive for a year, you have to prove you can finance them.

Like HONESTLY in this economy, what person under 30 could take the added cost of living for another adult? Like is a yandere gonna have a darling locked in a shared flat with three other normal roommates? Or worse, in their parent’s house?

What if darlings could sue that their standard of living dropped too far? For example, a darling makes a six figures a year but gets caught off guard by a broke ass yandere on the Purge, then is trapped in a dingy apartment for a year.

There’s a movement of darlings and normies alike who advocate for a higher and higher minimum financial requirement, meanwhile yanderes rally to boycott the Purge because the barrier to entry is too high.

A yandere on national television holds up a cardboard print-out of their darling (after their purge application was denied) and is like just because I’m a music major doesn’t mean I’m incapable of taking care of them!!!

The Purge would become a bourgeois and upper-class event in the eyes of the younger generations. Furthermore, I bet there would be an uptick in unlawful kidnapping/murders during recessions. Haha.

Makes me wonder about government-sponsored benefits for yanderes who didn’t make the cut. Like you get a disability check because you’re so coochie deprived.

#jkjk music majors. yall do you #yandere purge #yandere purge au #purge au #yandere #yandere imagine

[dumpycheeks]

Can someone tell me the appel to Yan Purge AUs? Because I don't understand them. I only watched the first two purge(s) movies. I really don't understand why are their leters, why are yanderes just a normal fucking thing... I'm so confused...

#purge au #yandere purge #yandere purge aus #confusion #me being a boomer

[radioactivelasagna]

oh purge au is giving me brain worms

#hws america #hws canada #aph america #aph canada #hetalia #hetalia au #my art #listen i think they would have a bone to pick with the world around them and rich people would be on the chopping block brother #theyre both so smart security systems wouldnt stand a chance against them #al 'righteous hand of god' jones and mat 'i will rip out your beating heart and make you watch me eat it' wiliams power team #purge au

[herarcadewasteland]

happy death day II

A/N: Purge night.

-SKZ x reader, 18+.

mature content, violence etc. its the purge. skz lowkey yandere. reader gets hurt and will continue to get hurt. descriptions of violence and injury.

prev. - next.

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You lost track of time, the last few verses cutting through the air as you turned off the shower slowly, towel wrapping around your body as you shivered in the rapidly cooling air. Your hands almost vibrated as you dressed quickly, your hands pausing as the song finished itself off a little too slowly for the moment. 

“I'm so sick of the fakes, I'm so sick of the fakes,”

You mouthed the words, hands straightening the hem of the hoodie once you pulled it on properly, your eyes scanning your reflection with a certain distaste as you brushed your hair. 

Vroom. Vroom. Vroom.

You rolled your eyes at the revving, placing your hairbrush back down on the counter and flicking off the light with a sigh.

Crash.

“Run, run for your life, run, run for your life.”

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The song ended too abruptly for your liking, the silence ringing through your head as you pause your music, muffled voices from your tv reaching your ears along with heavy footsteps that widened your eyes. Your mind raced back to that fateful purge night with your parents, your hands trembling in full as you quietly left the bathroom and peeked through your bedroom door, two of the people making their way up the stairs, pistols in hand as they slammed open doors. 

You shut your bedroom door with a panicked breath, slowly turning the small lock to give yourself a false sense of security despite hearing the loud bangs of the other doors and knowing it wouldn’t hold even if you wanted it too. Your eyes scanned your room, under the bed was too obvious, the closet was as well, you had no chance of fitting under your dresser and so you were left with the bathroom. Sneaking back into the foggy room, you looked around in fear.

If you were found, there was no way anything good was going to happen. That you knew for certain. Your shower was way too obvious but the curtain provided enough of a hide for you to grab your blow dryer and hide with it as a weapon. Your small closet of towels called your name as well so you opened it to see if you could fit, panic taking over your body as you realized you couldn’t fit. Staring at yourself in the mirror, you sighed before glancing down and realizing you've hid under the sink before. You could fucking fit. Swinging open the doors as quickly and quietly as you could, you gathered everything, using the banging of the door to your office to deposit everything into the shower. 

Your hands trembled still as you slid into the empty space, taking a deep breath before you slid under the pipe and situated yourself as comfortably as you could. Closing the doors as your bedroom door was slammed open, heavy footsteps following immediately as you covered your mouth. Thankful you left the washroom door open, you watched the faint shadow of someone take slow steps towards the shower, your body flinching at the drag of the curtain rings on the metal bar. The footsteps of the second person followed, steps just as heavy as you heard the hinges of the linen closet squeak at the force it was opened with. You heard a confused grunt from one of them, your pride rising in volume until you cheered yourself a little too much and smacked your head on the pipe. Hard.

“Ow.”, you whimpered, hands flying to cover your hurting head and mouth as the footsteps leaving the room paused. 

A menacing chuckle followed the short silence, hairs standing on end as one of them whistled what sounded like a nursery rhyme. The creepy tune of it made you cower further into the cupboard before the doors swung open and a gloved hand reached in for you, fingers grasping a handful of your still wet hair and dragging you from your confined space. You grunted and fought against the hold, your eyes scanning them both, the shock of blue hair making you whine as you realized they had probably followed you from work. The one holding you scoffed, a sharp kicking sending pain down your leg as it hit your thigh. Wincing and biting your cheek to stop another noise of pain leaving you, you struggled harder in his hold.

“Will you fucking stop moving?”, he grunted, hand tightening in your hair to pull you kicking and nearly screaming from the washroom. 

Your eyes trained on the blue haired boy, eyes pleading with him to help you out some, your silent wishes coming true as he made a hand motion to his comrade, the grip loosening just slightly. Your eyes watered as he dragged you into the hall, his voice echoing through the stairs and over the murmur of the tv still playing.

“We’ve got her! It’s go time!”

Affirmative shouts were sent back, footsteps appearing and some fading, all going in the same direction. The kitchen. The noise of the tv cut out moments later, a figure sauntering past the bottom of the stairs you now stood above, hands gripped behind your back and hair still held in a painful grasp. The eye contact was brief, his dark eyes lighting up with something you could only guess was excitement before he was out of sight and you were being shoved down the stairs. Your head hit a few steps, your knees aching and arms already sore as you rolled into a wall with a loud thump. You whined pitifully, hands coming to cradle your head before you pulled them away just as quick, the dull shine of blood on your hands making your eyes water for a different reason.

Shaking it off the best you could, you weakly pushed yourself away from the wall, each movement painful and sending sharp pains to your head. A mocking laugh reached you from halfway down the stairs, your eyes finally focusing as the two who found you stepped down the stairs like a princess at a ball. 

“Awe, did you hit your head? Don’t worry. We’ll fix it right up! You won’t even notice it when we break some bones~”, his tone was nothing but sincere, a throat clearing sending you into action.

Your legs shakily pushed you up from the floor, hands trailing blood on the walls as you sprinted towards the hole in your house, the black truck still parked in the now open space. Using it to your advantage, you slid past the truck and the broken wall, a sort of distant voice freezing you.

“Han, Jeongin. Get her back here. Now.”, the voice was lilted with an accent, tone contrasting in boredom as two sets of footsteps barrelled towards you at a nearly inhumane speed.

It sent you back into motion, screams and gunshots from outside pushing you faster as you booked it down your driveway. Approaching the sidewalk with a sharp left turn, you celebrated your escape before a body knocked into yours, sending you forward onto your already bruising knees as your hands automatically tucked in to save your head from more injuries.

The harsh breaths in your ear and the weight on your drained body was the worst reminder that you had failed. It got even worse as you were pulled to your feet again, your two chasers each holding an arm and nearly carrying you back into your house. A disappointed gaze met yours briefly before his black hair fell enough over his eyes to obscure the nagging feeling in your head that you had seen that exact gaze before, and not just at work. 

“You shouldn't have done that. We were going to be nicer considering your past, but here you are doing exactly what you had tried three purges ago.”, the leader of your assailants pulled his mask from his face, his jaw clenched as he watched you take in his words.

You shuddered through your breaths, arms trembling in the holds of the other two, your brain blanking on what he was insinuating. Two of them laughed loudly, realizing you had no idea what their leader had meant. Gazes snapped their way, the two nearly leaning on each other from the force behind their mirth. It slowly clicked in each of their heads as your eyebrows furrowed, eyes swapping between all of theirs in an attempt to click it together like they had a little over a year ago during the last purge. For them, it was seeing you sprinting from your home in a panic as you realized you were late for work because your bedside alarm was an hour behind suddenly.

It became clearer to them as they continued to follow you, plotting their purge like they had done that fateful purge night that took your parents’ lives in a mere two hours. They had been watching your every move, making note of who you were friends with and sending one of the biggest purge names, ATEEZ, after them one by one until you would be entirely alone after tonight. It was ambitious, but so were they and they had nothing to lose. Except you. And that would not happen. Not unless it was by their hands. Which is exactly where you were. In their hands after so much time not being able to approach you, sweep you off your feet and make love to you in so many ways that nothing else compared to the feeling they gave you when you were filled to the brim with their cocks. 

Your eyes remained clueless, slightly hazy as you scanned their eyes for any indication. Finding none, you gave up. The panic filled you again as you realized just how fucked you were right now. Two strong holds on your arms, legs weak, six other clearly strong men standing less than a foot to a foot away from you. There was no escape. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t try.

Arms tugging roughly, you thrashed in their hold, a third shorter member of their group rounding your body to wrap you in one of the strongest back hugs you had ever felt. Unfortunately it wasn’t a back hug, and they were far from done stamping out your struggles, your mouth opening to scream as loud as you could to, hopefully, disarm them slightly. You didn’t get far in your plan, a large palm striking your cheek, your head flying to the right to meet the hardened stare of the shorter one holding you. 

Slap. 

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Crack.

You gasped in pain, your legs buckling as pain shot through them. Your cheeks ached, the sting of the slaps from the one who threw you down the stairs fading too slowly in response to the new pain. Looking down in a split second, a sob tore through your chest, the bone in your shin pressing against your skin, protruding the area as blood slowly trickled from a pierced spot. The full amount of the pain registered after your second sob, your fists clenching as you were set on the floor. You gasped for breath, shaking hands cradling the spot as lightly as possible, eyes wide and dropping tears down your reddened cheeks as they stood around you and watched. One of them sighed, a brief hand motion escaping your notice before you were lifted into someone's arms, the motion too much and too fast for your broken leg, pained cries leaving you at double the speed.

“Oh shut her up already!”

“Will you shut up already?!”

“Both of you shut up!”

“I didn’t start it! Minho is being a bitch!”

“And Sungie is being annoying!”

You groaned in annoyance at their bickering, your eyes closing as your ass met the hard surface of your dining table chair, hands being drug behind you and tied in what felt like an overly complicated series of knots. Your leg ached as it was lightly tied to the leg of the chair, your other leg tied tighter and to the leg of another chair which the blue haired boy sat in with a huff, pulling off his mask in obvious annoyance as you watched him with a raised eyebrow, your struggles forgotten and pain overwhelming your rational thoughts.

“Pretty…”, you muttered, eyes still overflowing with tears from other sources of pain.

The boy's freckles caught your attention, his delicate nose accentuating them in the best way you could think of as his blue hair dropped over his forehead in a classic 90’s romance heartthrob style. He huffed once more, toned arms crossing his now exposed chest, leather jacket long gone and probably in the truck as he watched you admire him.

“If you take a picture, it’ll last longer, y’know?”, his deep voice came as a shock, the sound startling you into tugging your injured leg away from the chair in a literal knee jerk reaction.

You whined at the pain, gasping for breath as the pain shot through you again. It fizzled out in your head, eyes going unfocused as you watched his eyes trace your features.

“You’re quite beautiful. I know you don’t know that, but you should. You’re stunning.”

“Yah! Felix stop flirting with our purgee!”

The boy in question groaned loudly, a small hand raising to flip off the back hugger. 

“Both of you stop arguing! All of you stop! This is about her, not us!”, their leader's voice cut through the arguments you realized were happening in the background of your not-so-silent Felix appreciation. 

A chorus of sorries filled the room, tones of dejected boys dragging through your ears as you watched them pull chairs around you in a half circle. Their eyes watched you, unmoving gazes dark and some curious as you breathed heavily through the now aching pains shooting through your body consistently. 

“Now, Y/N-”

“How the fuck do you know my name?”

Slap.

You grunt, eyes narrowing at the man you determined to be Minho as his hand lowered back to his side. 

“You have your mothers glare. Don’t make me gut you like I did her.”, he growled in your face as he raised himself from his seat to stare you down sternly.

“How-H-...”, your voice broke, throat tight as you swallowed nothing, “Why me now?! Didn’t you have enough of my parents?! While I watched?!”

A sob caught in your throat, memories replaying of the night in question, the muffled screams of your parents as they were sliced, diced and broken into what could’ve only been considered a mush of red, white and yellow. Your heart skipped a bit remembering the mess you were left in, their laughs echoing through your head as they walked out of the front door at 7am like they were simply over for a sleepover or a party. The reality was much different and at times you felt as though you could still feel their blood and sliced organs in your hands as you tried to clean up.

“Ohwe are you remembering now? How we cut open your mother as she screamed and sobbed, your father begging us to leave you alone? His precious child, all tied up and witnessing his death. He couldn’t fathom it!”, Minho's tone was dramatic, nearly sarcastic as he went on a small monologue while watching pain build behind your eyes, tears falling even faster down your still rosy cheeks.   

“S-stop it-”

Slap.

“I’ll stop when I feel like it. So shut your dumb mouth and remind yourself of how desperate your poor daddy was for us to not hurt you. Good thing we didn’t hm? Now we’re your daddies.”, his lips brushed your ear as you trembled, Felix’s small hand rubbing your leg in what would be a comforting motion if the smirk he wore wasn’t something of nightmares.

Your head shook violently from left to right, hair flying in all directions until Minho grabbed a handful, stopping your motions with that same harsh grip. Your scalp stung, eyes closing tightly as he tugged your head forward before he let go, the restraints digging into your arms as you fell forwards with the motion. He scoffed a laugh at you, sitting down just off center in a chair across from you. 

“Go ahead, Lixie. She’s waiting for you so patiently~”

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[ravarui]

“And I’m getting fucking tired.” / from charlie for tony

Sentences from memes I reblogged Accepting @alyafae

Tony regarded her with a sympathetic smile as he set a cup of coffee down in front of Charlie and went to sit down across from her. "It's certainly harder than we thought it would be." He was still on board to support her campaign, to put an end to the purge. And while his hands as an Avenger were tied, thanks to the Accords, he could still throw his influence as a businessman around. What good was all his money if he didn't use it to help other people?

"We even received suggestions from our own board members to drop our cooperation with you." He scoffed as he thought about it. Peppers look had been murderous when she had heard it and Tony had been sure she was about to stab Johnson with her high heels for that.

"Fucking cowards."

#answered ask #alyafae #character interaction: Charlie Roan #I am Iron Man - Tony Stark #Purge Au