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veampa · 2 months

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Yandere alphabet sebastian michaelis

Gender neutral friendly!

Character(s)- sebastian michaelis

Warnings are tagged, please please PLEASE don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed any

That being said this is purely fictional and is in no way shape or form trying to romanticise these types of behaviours I am purely writing this for others enjoyment and because It's something I find interesting to write, please do not seek out relationships anywhere remotely like this and if you do find yourself in a relationship like this where you are unsafe please try and get somewhere safe if you are able to.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?- Sebastian isn't far too affectionate, after all he's a busy man his contract with the earl is a busy job after all, though there is times where he gets more touchy, hugging you close to him with the little bits of free time he has not budging when you yell and try to squirm out his grasp

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Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?- He doesn't care, if he's on a tighter schedule than it'll be less messy, if he has enough time then he can make it messy, though its not often he'll kill another.

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Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?- No, he understands it's gonna be a hard time for you to adjust so the least he could do is not mock you, though he might occasionally laugh at your futile escapes or your meek insults.

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Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?- Aparts from refusing to let you out and not letting you have interaction with anyone but mey-rin,no.

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Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?- He's not that vulnerable, or atleast he doesn't show it, he's a demon for crying out loud he can EASILY hide and lie about stuff, even if you don't believe him he can put up facades and wont end them till he decides.

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Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?- Depends really, theres a 15% chance he would react negatively to it, he understands you're going to have outbursts until you get used to your new life, though if he's had a particularly long day his patience will run thin, giving up and snapping at you, though majority of the time he just snickers and chuckles at your attempts.

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Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?- He finds it amusing the first few times doesn't mean he wont punish you though, he knows you won't be able to escape and if you do he'll find you. He's very knowing of your abilities and always seems to know your next move.

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Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?- When you tried to escape for the first time and he didn't talk for days, you were tied, bindfolded, had earplugs and gagged, causing you to get desperate and paranoid, the only time you wouldn't be gagged is when he came to feed you and give you something to drink by the end of it you were paranoid and didn't try escaping again for a few months.

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Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?- Any where you're happy with him, maybe even making a contract with him once his with Ciel's finishes.

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Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?- Not really, he knows that in the end of almost every possible universe where yous two know eachother you'll end up his.

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Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?- Calm, collected and understanding, he knows when to stop and what to do, but sometimes he gets alot more affectionate and forces his affection on you.

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Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?- He would have met you through lady elizabeth when visiting, you were one of her maids/butlers, he would approach you after hours when everyone else was asleep or busy.

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Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?- When he first met you he would put on a much sweeter facade, dropping it when he abducted you, still he would be sweet just not as much as he forced himself to do before hand.

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Naughty: How would they punish their darling?- Psychological punishments or threats.

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Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?- Freedom and privacy, you don't need either of that anymore after all he's taking care of you now.

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Patience: How patient are they with their darling?- his patience only runs thin on stressful days, so normally he's quite patient towards you.

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Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on- He wont let you, at all.

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Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?- Nope! He tells you and himself its to protect you (even though its more so his own greed).

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Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?- Curiousity mixed with greed.]

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Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?- at first he felt empathy towards you and your situation and would show it by holding you close to him.

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Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?- Be more understandng and patient.

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Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?- None :p.

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Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?- Physically no. Mentally yes.

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Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?- Sickly sweet compliments before he took you.

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Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?- It only took him three months before he abducted you.

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Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?- No he knows your limits and will stop just before he breaks them.

#tw abduction #tw isolation #tw yandere #tw psychological abuse #tw forced affection #yandere sebastian michaelis #sebastian michaelis x reader #sebastian michaelis #yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #black butler #yandere alphabet #tw violence #black butler x reader

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winniethewife · 4 months

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I'm getting what is mine (William Tell x F!Reader)

Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. Kidnapping, Sensory deprivation, Non-con, Stockholm syndrome, Drugged, PinV, Fembodied, Oral sex, Bondage, unprotected sex, toxic relationship, Fake Death

Minors DNI

For @romana-after-dark 's Dead Dove Do Not Eat December.

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Just call my name, I'm yours to tame…

I'm wide awake, I crave your taste

All night long 'til morning comes

I'm getting what is mine, you gon' get yours,

It was Dark, Silent, and the gag in her mouth made chafed slightly at the sides of her mouth. The blindfold around her eyes was secured tight as were her hands, tied together behind her back. She had noise cancling headphones over her ears. Whoever had done this know what he was doing. From what little she could tell she was on a bed, the sheets weren’t every comfortable. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting there, clad only her bra and underwear, the cold air of the room on her skin. Suddenly she feels a hand on her shoulder, she flinches at the touch. It’s oddly gentle, the rough calloused hand caressing her shoulder, then down her arm, lifting her hand, Pressing lips on her fingers and slowly but surely up her arm. A chill runs up her spine, she’s not sure what she’s meant to do, such gentle actions in a situation that was far from gentle. She lets out a soft involuntary whimper, this causes William pause.

This was something he had fantasized about for a long time. Just taking what he wanted, it had seemed so easy when he had started talking to her at the bar of the casino, when he bought her a drink and slipped the tasteless powder in her drink, when he got her back to his motel room where she was out cold. But it seemed a little harder watching her over night. He hadn’t tried anything yet, showing restraint, just sleeping next to her unconscious body, after making sure she couldn’t get away of course. In the morning when she started to wake, he positioned her on her knees, then watching her squirm and twitch in fear, until finally… he was ready. But that soft innocent sound, that was what made this just slightly harder.

“I’m not going to hurt you…” He says softly, knowing she can’t hear him, he wonders if he’s saying it to reassure her or keep himself accountable. He doesn’t think about it very long before moving to lay her down, his mouth moving along her body, his fingers curls under the elastic of her underwear, pulling them down gently. She lets out a sob, terrified. For her every touch was so intense. Every single time his lips made contact with her skin, every move he made, when he pushes her legs to the side, when he trusted into her…It was all so much, too much. Tears soaking the blind fold as she cries out, terrified of every second, terrified of her own bodies reaction, terrified of what will happen next.

Two days pass, William does everything to take care of her, something she doesn’t expect. He makes sure all her needs are taken care of, but he doesn’t ever take off any of the sensory deprivation devices, just the gag. She has barley spoken a word, just letting him know when she needed to use to the bathroom or she was done eating or something similar. But that morning when she woke up, she realized she could hear the soft breathing of the sleeping man who held her tight. She gasped slightly as he pulls her in closer. His mouth on her earlobe.

“Hello Beautiful.” He whispers in her ear then bites down softly on the helix of her ear. The voice, it calls back the image, the handsome man at the bar with the slicked back hair, and a handsome face.

“William.” She is shocked, her whole body freezes. It’s all starting to come together now. William kisses her neck and hums softly.

“Yes...God you’re so pretty baby. And you’re mine.” He growls in her ear, pulling her in close, thrusting his hips into hers, she feels his cock against her. A soft moan escapes her lips. She feels instant shame as she does so. William huffed into her shoulder, moving his hips into hers, snaking his arm down to her cunt, running his fingers through her wet folds, drawing more soft moans from her. She doesn’t know what to feel as he moves her body, parting her legs and finding his way with his mouth to her heat. Running his tongue along her slit his thumb rubbing circles on her Clit.

“No, No, No, Please, Please…Ngh.” She tried to move away, tried to make an effort, but he easily held her down as he moved to pin her. “I said you’re mine.”

This became her life after that. She was his, and that was her only reason to exist. She loses track of the time she’d been in this one motel room, but slowly she earns the ability to see, to be untied, to do things on her own. Over time she doesn’t even think about her life before, this was her life now, and at some point she hardly recognized herself. She was waiting for William to return after one of the now rare occasions that he left. As He came in the door she stood up from the bed, excited to see him. Like a dog who’s master had been gone all day.

“Hey, look at you, so pretty for me.” He says as he looks over her, she’s wearing one of the outfits he bought her, they don’t cover much, but he likes it that way. He wraps an arm around her and pulls her in to kiss her cheek, then deeply inhales her scent, burying his face in her neck. He nips at the sensitive skin under her jaw. She lets out a soft mewl as he does so. “Mmm…That’s it…Who do you belong to?”

“You, William…Only you.” She answers. Her hands wrap around his shoulders as he growls in appreciation.

“That’s right baby…You’re mine.” His voice is low as he presses his tongue on one of the Hickeys on her neck, a physical reminder of his ownership. After a moment of appreciating his prize he pulls away and looks into her eyes. “You’re ready, sweetheart. We’re hitting the road tonight babe, just you and me, gonna show the world who you belong to now.” He smiles softly, an unusual look for him. She smiles back.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Darling.” She whispers, she means it. She would follow him to the ends of the earth. She was entirely enraptured by him, not even a thought of what he had done, how she got in this position in the first place. None of it mattered.

“That’s my girl…” His lips meet hers and they move together in sync. He got exactly what he wanted, and all it took was a little persuasion, a bit of patience, and convincing the entire town that this girl…was dead. Now she was his, and his alone. They would leave in the morning around 10, when everyone who knew her buried another woman’s body.

And she was none the wiser, her mind, body and soul were devoted to him, and him alone. ~

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whennoonecares · 3 months

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Based on what?- NO IDEA! :D

Bodyguard!Cody AU where he's protecting a famous Obi-Wan. A running joke is no one's entirely sure why Obi-Wan's famous, but he gets invited to stuff and gets on with most people and he's pretty, so who cares!

Problem is that- as much as most people like Obi-Wan well enough- there are a select few who REALLY HATE HIM, so he kept getting mugged or kidnapped/abducted.

So his agent or whatever hires Cody to be a personal guard for when he goes out.

But Obi-Wan,, is fine?? Like, any time there's an attacker, he'll try to talk to them, but if they swing, he's swinging back. So more often than not, it's just Cody standing back watching Obi-Wan beat some dude's ass, and occasionally offering aid in the form of calling out improv weapons nearby. Like sure he'll call the local authorities, hold the attacker down once he's out, but rarely does he need to do any defending.

Bonus points of Obi-Wan has a self-defense tool on him, but regularly forgets about it, or loses it, or straight-up elects not to use it because, "Oh this shouldn't take long".

Overall, I think it'd be funny if Obi-Wan just sort of treats Cody like a friend who's tagging along, and not a hired extra set of fists

#codywan #commander cody #obi-wan kenobi #alternate universe #bodyguard au #tw kidnap #tw abduction #not strictly romantic but i do be a shipper inside

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angrelysimpping · 4 months

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Now I have a head canon in which grown up and well off neurosurgeon Whitney meets PC who is not in a very good place at all and tries to help them/repent for his past still denying being in love with them and behaving like a tsun-tsun

Or college age Whitney who wears glasses, studies a lotand kidnapped his girlfriend/pet from their home town and slowly mellows out, and while he still has his mean moments he is far more chill and won't whore PC out anymore and is a bit less mean.

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

LOOK

LISTEN

first one, yeah, cute, adorable, sweet, halmark movie maybe

SECOND ONE?????

SECOND ONE?!??!?!?!

(warning for yandere behavior and abduction. implied dubcon too, i think)

Whitney with his reading glasses on, hair band on to keep his fringe outta his eyes while studying. Got those 8am classes that he hates but would never dream of missing. Got those straight 'A's. Hurries home from the uni library to his tiny flat and, there's his slut, collared and chained to his bed. They can move around enough to get to the bathroom and kitchen, trust them enough to leave them alone. But, still, keeps 'em naked and shackled.

Gives 'em a lil kiss to their forehead before putting a hand on their shoulder, almost gently guiding them to their knees but with an unspoken threat of the force he could use.

oh my godddddddd

#mumbling n muttering #tw yandere #cw yandere #tw abduction #cw abduction #whitney the bully

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ayyy-imma-ninja · 1 month

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How would SK Sun and Moon react if they found out one of Detective Y/N enemies abducted them right out from under their noses?

Would they go after their friend or would they hang back as to not draw suspicion from the police?

Ooooh that would be quite the conundrum.

If they do it themselves, they would have to be disguised somehow to hide their identities. But as much as they would want to do it themselves that is too risky, so they would likely have no choice but to call authorities. Or have another witness call the police.

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #sk boys #detective y/n #tw abduction #abduction

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digenerate-trash · 3 months

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Yan Bailey catching Robin leaving the PCs room in the morning and having a huge argument with them about disturbing their primary money maker’s sleep

AMAB Bailey | AMAB Robin | GN PC

It was a long rough night of crying. Robins worried about depts. He doesn't think he can keep up anymore. You offer to help where you can but Bailey is putting the squeeze on you as well. Making it impossible to make enough money every week.

Comforting him was all you could do really. Robin hugged you tightly all night and when the crying was done and he finally felt better he decided he needed to go. He had work today.

He got up and swiftly left your room and as you finally lay back down to get some sleep you could hear Robin being shoved harshly into the wall outside your room. The thud is audible through the walls and when you get up to investigate the door is being held shut from the other side.

It's 6 am- who the hell is even up?! And just to ambush Robin this seems unfair

"Why are you bothering them?!" You can hear his voice. It's not just any other orphan... it's bailey. But what is he doing up this early...? Making rounds?

You press your ear to the door you can hear Robin whimper and cry and you can't help but feel bad. You insisted on him staying the night after all...

"I swear to God if you're the reason they aren't getting enough rest I'm going to gut you," Bailey growls. He sounds serious. You can't see what he's doing but the way Robin chokes makes you assume the worst. "They make more being eye candy than you would be sold for parts. I don't want to see you near this room again."

There's another thud and Robin whines. Then you can hear him scramble up off the floor and head down the hall. You know that must have left a bruise and you vow to get to Robin later and comfort him. You'll make double this weekend. You'll cover his debts You'll do what you have to to keep Robin safe.

But when you go to open the door there's a metallic clacking on the outside. The door barely opens half an inch no matter how much you pull. It's been locked... from the outside.

You struggle with it a bit more till you hear Bailey's voice. Calm and collected as if he wasn't just screaming at Robin."It's locked," Bailey explains. His voice was as cold as ever "And it's going to stay locked until you learn not to let people touch what's mine."

#robin the orphan #bailey the caretaker #yandere #yan dol #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw abduction #tw abuse

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lowlifesymptoms · 11 months

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john in distress again <3

#john walker #us agent #tfatws #tw blood #tw kidnapping #tw abduction #tw torture #had to post again bc tungl got mad #oop

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rottmnt-residuum · 10 months

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part 25

⇇ | ⇽ | index | ⇾

#rottmnt #rottmnt rapheal #rottmnt leonardo #rottmnt michelangelo #rottmnt residuum comic #residuum #c #g #tw sedation #tw blood #tw death #tw drowning #tw abduction #raph is fine /gen #also i couldn't NOT render that page #just- like. *gestures wildly*

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smolghostbot · 2 months

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The Night Out

Because this stupid vampire refuses to leave my brain, here's another story about Nix, my beloved morally-gray genderfluid bastard vampire

(Note for the regular readers, this is not a g/t story! It's firmly a normal whump story. If you want a sizey story with Nix, check out Unlucky Clover)

Word Count: 2.8k CWs: whump, carewhumper, gaslighting, supernatural mind manipulation, abduction, nonconsensual blood drinking (maybe in a spicy way? gonna be honest besties i’m too ace to know what’s spicy or not)

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The Next Day

Where… are you? You look around, taking in a bedroom you’ve never been in before… at least, you don’t think you’ve been here. It’s a nice looking room, except… is the window boarded? Your breath hitches as the feeling of confusion makes way to panic. Your eyes dart to the door. It’s closed. Hesitantly, you get out of the bed, only to almost immediately get hit with lightheaded-ness. What…?

You sit back down, well, really you fall back down, and look to the night stand, where you see a breakfast bar and a sports drink. There’s a sticky note, with a heart drawn on it in red. You try to remember last night, what happened?

You remember going to the bar… but you don’t drink. You were just there with some friends, but… what happened after that? Why can’t you remember? Clearly, you went home with somebody… somehow.

Shit, my phone, you think, as you try to find it, but it seems to be missing. Weirdly, you still have your wallet… so you weren’t robbed, that’s good at least.

With no other options, you open the drink cap and the package the breakfast bar is in. Both are unopened, that’s a small relief… no worries about being tampered with. After you eat and drink, you start to feel a little better, but the calm you experience is short-lived as you hear movement from outside. You begin to worry, before realizing it’s probably the person who brought you here. They’ll likely have answers.

Sure enough, the door opens, and in walks a person you swear you’ve never seen before, though he looks… familiar. He’s pale, a bit on the short side, wearing clothes far nicer than yours with makeup to match, like he was out for a night on the town. His hair is a light purple, though you can see the black roots near his scalp. As your eyes meet his, you finally take in the obvious, being his blood-red eyes… and everything starts to make sense. Those are either contacts, or…

“Oh, well look who’s awake! I’ll be honest, you certainly had me worried with how fast you passed out”, he says with a grin and a wink. You instantly notice just how sweet and smooth his voice is. Between that and his appearance, it’s not hard to see how past-you ended up in this situation.

You have a million questions. How did I get here, where is here, why can’t I remember anything, what did I do last night. So many questions fighting their way to your mouth, but only one makes it all the way out and into the awkward silence of the room.

“Where’s my phone?”

He laughs at this, a hearty laugh that gives you a good look at his fangs. Yep, those aren’t contacts.

“That’s the question you ask? Really?” He says with an incredulous tone, “Well, don’t worry, it’s downstairs, fully charged. I didn’t want you waking up and panic-texting, that could cause me problems, as I’m sure you’re starting to realize.”

“I… think I get it. So, you…” you start to speak, as you feel around your neck.

“Other side, dear. Don’t worry, they’ll disappear within a few days.”

You move your other hand up, and sure enough you can feel two small scars in your neck. Your eyes go wide with panic, though he’s quick to continue speaking in that smooth tone as he walks over and sits on the bed next to you, putting a cold hand on your chest.

“Oh, do calm down, you’re still alive, aren’t you?”

Your quickly-beating heart does confirm that theory. So you’re still… you. That’s good.

“Why… can’t I remember last night? What did you do?”

He chuckles, grinning again with those sharp teeth.

“Why, how rude of you to assume the worst in me!” he says, with mock offense in his voice. “I simply removed a few memories of when I fed, for your sake. It… may have tampered with your memories of earlier in the night, but that wasn’t my intention.”

You decide to not push it. “I can’t remember… a lot of last night. It’s… a little scary.”

The vampire moves his hand gently to your shoulder. “Please, you have no need to worry. We met at the bar, hit it off, and then we came back here for me to feed. After which, you passed out and I erased your memories of the pain.”

A question lingers in your mind, though you’re almost afraid to say it. You stutter as you look down at yourself, “Did we, uh, aside from the…”

His gaze grows serious, and the next words he speaks seem to be missing the aloof attitude he had prior. “Let’s not mince words. While you’re quite cute, I only drank your blood, dear. Nothing more. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have wiped your memory. I’m not a monster.” he says, almost spitting the words out.

Okay. He’s answered most of your worries, but the memory situation still leaves several more questions unanswered. Regardless, as attractive as this stranger may be, you really don’t want to hang around here any longer than you have to… something doesn’t sit right about this whole situation.

“I still don’t understand why you wiped my memory… but I guess I believe you… can I, um… can I leave?”

He scoffs at this. “Can you leave? I don’t know, can you? Trust me, dear, if I didn’t want you to leave here alive, you wouldn’t be awake right now, if you understand.” He says with a wink, though that doesn’t comfort you in the slightest.

“I… I’d like to leave now.”

He stands up, making a beckoning motion with his hands. “Very well then, if you insist on heading out, and you think you can walk properly, let’s go get your phone and I’ll call a cab. It’s on me, of course. You’ll have to forgive me for not driving you back to the bar myself, but the sun is out, you understand.”

You stand again, this time able to keep your bearings after a quick stumble, and make your way out into the rest of the vampire’s house. It’s a nice house, if not a little bit unusual with every window being boarded, though you suppose that makes sense. Otherwise, it looks… almost normal. As he calls a cab, you take a seat on a nice couch in the living room, noticing that your “host” gives you a small smirk as you do so.

As you get ready to head out, you see the vampire duck away from the door, but not before saying one final thing. “I added myself to your phone, by the way. Look for Nix if you change your mind about spending some more time together. I’m always here,” Nix says with a flirty wink as you walk out the door.

The Night Before

Fuck, how did you end up in this situation. You were just at the bar with your friends, and now you’re sitting here making awkward eye contact with a vampire. You know she has just as much right to be here as anyone else, you suppose, but still…

Oh, shit, she’s headed right for you. As she gets closer, you take in her appearance. She's average height, you think. Her outfit is fancy, with makeup to match, though it doesn’t hide the tell-tale pallor of a vampire. Her hair is a lavender color, with visible black roots, and her eyes a bright crimson, typical for vampires.

Clearly she notices your wary expression, as her eyebrows raise, and she begins to speak to you, her voice sweet and smooth.

“Let’s cut to the chase, dear, I see the way you’re looking at me. Are you captivated by my appearance, or just not used to seeing my kind?”

“I, uh… sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude…” you stammer out, definitely not wanting to insult her.

“It’s all fine, my dear. Honestly, it amuses me. You look young… let me guess, you’re new to the nightlife, probably here with those friends of yours, and worried about… these?” She says, before flashing her fangs at you quickly. She chuckles and takes a sip of the drink in her hand as you try to form a response.

“No, I just, uh…” you try to lie, but quickly realize that she can see right through you. “Sorry.”

“Well, I’ll have you know this is just a normal margarita, and I’m just trying to enjoy an evening the same as you.”

Well. Now you feel like a jerk. “O-of course, I didn’t mean to imply…”

She laughs again as she cuts you off, before staring at you with a look that you can only read as condescending. “Oh, you’re absolutely adorable, you know that? Don’t worry about offending me, dear, I’ve heard it all before.”

After a moment of you failing to reply, she gives a wink and heads back to the other side of the bar after a simple “Try not to stare, dear”. You try to remain calm and collected. After all, she’s just a vampire… There are lots of vampires…

Your friends come back, and you hang out for a few hours, still noticing the vampire a few seats down at the bar. You swear she glances at you throughout the night, but you pay it no mind.

Finally, your friends start filtering out. The friend you were supposed to be driving home, of course, decided to go home with some guy, so they no longer needed a ride. Typical. As you head towards your car alone, you’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Leaving so soon, dear?”

You turn around and see her, that vampire. Immediately, your eyes dart around, looking for anybody else nearby, just in case, but she quickly interrupts your panicked line of thinking.

“Oh, do calm down. Seriously, what do you think I’m really going to do?”

Bashfully, you take a deep breath. She’s absolutely right, she’s done nothing to warrant that kind of reaction… until suddenly she’s right behind you, one hand on your waist, the other holding your head back, and her face right near your throat. She speaks, her breath tickling your neck.

“Something like this? Sneak up behind you and drain you dry?”

You freeze as your life flashes before your eyes, but you hardly have time to make a sound before she’s back to where she was standing, a few feet away, looking at you expectantly.

“Well, that should prove that I mean no harm. If I truly wanted you dead and drained, you would be,” she says, as if that’s comforting in the slightest.

“W-what do you want?” you ask, after taking a second to compose yourself.

“Oh, you know the answer to that, don’t you? You’ve clearly been anxious about it all evening.” she replies, grinning enough for you to see her fangs.

“Wait, wait, hold on, you just said you wouldn’t…” you stutter, panic rising as you start to look around again.

“Kill you, yes.” she says, taking a very deliberate step forward. “And I won’t. But you see, I’m quite hungry. Don’t worry dear, if you’re good then I promise everything will be just fine.”

You go to run, but your arm is grabbed with an almost impossible strength. You think to scream, but something feels like it’s stopping you. You look at the vampire, and see her eyes glow in an almost hypnotic way.

“I… I don’t want to die…” is all you manage to whisper, as if your own mind is preventing you from screaming in terror.

“Shhh… I promised you’d be fine, didn’t I? So why don’t you just come with me, nice and easy, and we won’t have any trouble.” she says, changing her grip so her arm is wrapped around yours, hand in cold hand.

“There we go… My place is just a few blocks away, why don’t we go for a nice walk, hm? Unless you want to make a mess out here?” Despite her phrasing it as a question, she’s already walking, forcing you to walk as well to keep up. To an outsider, you’d look like a normal couple going for an evening walk… which is probably exactly what she wants.

Your words feel like they’re stuck in your throat, both from fear and whatever influence she’s putting on you. You’re barely able to speak, your voice coming out as a whisper even as you try to shout. “Why…?”

The vampire seems confused, before giving that toothy grin you’ve grown to hate and replying. “Because, dear, you were perhaps the world’s easiest target. And what can I say, I find myself drawn to the anxious types… It makes the hunt more fun.”

“I have… a family…” you say, as if it’ll do anything to deter the vampire.

“Aren’t you moving a little fast, dear? We’ve only just met, and you want me to meet the parents,” replies the vampire, a snarky tone in her voice. “I already told you, as long as you play nice then you’ll be going home tomorrow, there’s no need to beg… though I do find it entertaining.”

“... There’s no… getting out of this, is there?” You ask, and she gives a small chuckle before nodding in agreement.

“I’m afraid not. You must understand, it’s been quite a while since I’ve fed. And, if I may be so bold, your blood smells amazing.” She says, which only serves to make you more nervous. The rest of the walk is quiet, aside from some cheerful humming coming from your kidnapper as she swings your arm to a rhythm only she’s aware of.

As you enter her house, you’re walked over to the couch, and surprisingly, she lets go of your hand. As she walks away, you jump up to escape, only to see the vampire chide you and shake her head from across the room. “Now now… remember what I said about being good? Unless you want the thrill of a chase, in which case… just take a few more steps.”

You saw how fast she can move. You decide to sit down.

“There we go dear, you’re a smart one, aren’t you?” she replies, as if praising a puppy. You see her bringing over a red towel. You know what it’s for, this is a nice couch after all. You wonder if the towel’s always been red.

She sits down next to you, and leans in close, her face right next to your neck, as she moves her hand around your throat to hold you in place. You tense up, an involuntary reaction. “Now now… this will only hurt for a moment. And tension will make it hurt worse, dear, so why don’t you just relax.”

You desperately try to relax, to ignore the fangs near your neck, to forget the fact that you’re about to potentially die. While the vampire said you’ll be fine, can you really trust a woman who abducted you in the middle of the night?

“Are… are you sure I’ll be okay?” You barely say. You know you won’t truly trust her answer, but hearing it one more time wouldn’t hurt, at least. She rolls her eyes and speaks to you in that same condescending tone.

“Yes yes, I’ve been doing this for, oh, 200 years now? I think I’d know how to feed by now. You just sit still and continue to look adorable and stupid, and you’ll be just fine.”

And then she bites down.

She was right. It only hurts for a moment, as her fangs pierce into your neck with near surgical precision. Afterwards, a numb feeling spreads through your body, starting at your throat, as if her bite has some kind of sedative in it. With every beat of your pounding heart you can feel the blood pulsing out of your neck and into the vampire’s mouth. You want to scream, but even the thought hurts you considering the condition your throat is in. After what could have been seconds or hours, you aren’t entirely sure, your whole body starts to feel light and fuzzy, the lamp in the room seems brighter, the distant sounds of the city replaced with a ringing buzz. You start to feel like you’ve been lied to, and you’re not getting out of this alive, before your eyelids flutter, no longer able to keep themselves open.

And then everything goes dark.

#fully expecting this story to flop in the notes but i don't write for you all i write for me #my writing #oc tag: nix #whump #vampire whumper #vampire #carewhumper #tw gaslighting #tw abduction

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winniethewife · 5 months

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It's undeniably real (Layla El-Faouly x The Moonknight system x Reader)

Chapter 7: And we kissed, as though nothing could fall

Warning: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort (yet), gun violence, abduction

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words: 1093

Sometimes I swear that in the silence I can hear everything come crashing down. I can see them, their loving deep brown eyes looking at me, they know I didn’t mean to, I can’t control this. Our life hangs in the balance, I just have to tip the scales…

This was not how I expected my return to Egypt to be. I thought about going through the markets with Marc and Layla, eating snacks and laughing, going on tours of temples with Steven as he told me everything I could ever want to know about everything, andI’m sure Jake would have taken me dancing anywhere music plays, his hands on my body as we moved to the music…But that wasn’t the case. Instead we were here to take out a dangerous cult, “The cult of the Jackal” they seem to barely have a goal or mission stamen besides causing chaos and attempting to assassinate anyone with a decent amount of power. They claim to have some Tie to the God Anubis but Khonshu assured Marc that the god of funeral rites had nothing to do with them. They just have delusions of grandeur.

I lay on top of the building sniper rifle in hand as I watch from a distance as Marc and Layla talk with an informant. Waiting for a signal. I feel the edge of the numbness in my mind. I was learning to ignore it but it wasn’t easy. I watch through the scope of the rifle as they argue. I have no idea what’s happening but Marc is managing to keep his cool, I can tell he’s not pleased with something they said. Layla however is unreadable, her fake plastic smile fools most. I take a second to scan the area for threats again, as I scan I hear something behind me I turn around to see one of the cultist’s gun aimed at me, I move as quickly as I can but as the shot rang out I feel a sharp sting in my shoulder, my hand goes to the spot where I felt the sting feeling the wet gush of blood. As I pull my hand away, I see the blood on my hand. The dark red color burned into my mind as I feel myself start to loose consciousness, in the distance I hear yelling, Layla…Marc…I hear them, but I can’t focus, I feel my body lifted over someone’s shoulder. Everything goes dark.

“You said you knew where they were located. And now you’re telling us you have no idea where they are?” Marc was sick and tired of these people and their ever changing information. As the guy starts to speak and make excuses that’s when they hear it, A gunshot. Marc turns towards the sound and watches in horror as the scene unfold. He watches as the cultist lifts her over his shoulder and turns to leave.

“NO!” He shouts as he starts to run to her. The voices of his alters fill the back of his mind with panic but he manages to block them out as he runs at a break neck speed. He hears Layla scream her name behind him as they boths start on the chase following the cultist with their partner over his shoulder. As they move through the city just as they think they are going to catch him, the cultist throws her into a car and they drive away.

“Fuck NO!” Marc stops in his tracks and feels his heart breaking.

“Give me the body amigo, I’ll get us a car, I’ll get her back.” Jake urges and Marc can’t find a reason to argue. He watches as Layla starts to chase the car and he feels the weight of everything.

“Go, Jake go.” He mutters as he feels himself fall back into the headspace letting Jake to the front.

Jake followed the car furiously through the streets of Cairo, Layla swears she’s never seen him this mad before and she’s been the one he’s been mad at more than once. She’s has a death grip on the seat underneath her. This was her best friend, the wonderful woman that she had spent her whole life by her side and all she could do was pray that Jake kept on the car in front of him, and that she was still alive.

Layla races to the back seat to find her, pale, eyes rolled back as she breaths shallow fading breaths, Layla pulls her in, not caring about the blood, pulling her down as bullets fly around them. She looks at her wound, Clean shot straight through the shoulder, shattering her collarbone and shoulder blade. She’s gotta get to a hospital as soon as possible. Layla ripping her shirt padding the wound, trying to stop the bleeding as quickly as she can.

“Please…Hold on for me Habibi…Hold on…” She mutters as they speed along the street. To her surprise Jakes hand slipped into hers, He gives him her a quick glance before refocusing on the road, she catches a whisper on his lips.

“Voy por ti mi amor. Haré que esos bastardos paguen.” Jake looked determined like nothing in the world will stop him. However on the inside He was scared as hell, thinking a mile a minute. They wouldn’t take her if she was dead, but they’d been driving around in circles for too long, depending on where she was shot…He couldn’t think like that. He squeezes Layla’s hand before letting go and turning the wheel as they follow the car down an alley before they finally stop. Jake doesn’t think twice, jumping out of the car and summoning the suit in one fluid motoion as he races to the driver’s door.

“I’m here, we’re here, it’s going to be okay…It has to be okay.” Layla softly croons as she tries to not let the situation get to her. “I love y-you, God Damn it I Love you. You can’t leave us like this. We’ve got so much to do habibi, So much life left to live. Damn it live!” She cried as she holds her lover in her arms. Finally the bullets stop flying and Jake appears.

“Let me take her, Let me take…Layla we have to move now! Vamos!” Jake insisted as he takes their lover in his arms and rushes to the car. They only had so much time. He looks at her frail body in his arms. They have to make it, He’ll never forgive himself if they don’t.

Translation:

Voy por ti mi amor. Haré que esos bastardos paguen.: I'm coming for you my love. I'll make those bastards pay.

Vamos!: Lets go!

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whumpbump · 1 year

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Cw: mentions of past abuse, whipping, death

Reactions to tragedy are vastly different from person to person. Whumper knew this and yet, they were still disappointed in what they got out of Whumpee when they showed them the video of them killing Whumpee’s family. Instead of screaming and crying or anger and wrenching at their chains, Whumpee sighed in relief and chuckled to themselves. This was the first keystone moment of their time together after the abduction and Whumper was utterly confused.

Pulling their belt off and whipping between each word out of pure, searing anger, Whumper asked “WHAT. THE. FUCK. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU?”

Catching their breath, they again asked “What the fuck is wrong with you? I just showed you evidence that I murdered your family. Any normal person would be broken beyond belief. Why?”

Laughing, Whumpee uncurled themselves and took off their shirt to reveal a constellation of cuts and scars.

“You think I would miss the people who did this to me? The only reason I stayed with them was because I wasn’t ready to risk it on the streets.”

Whumper backed out of the room, trying to mask their emotions of disappointment and surprise. This one would be much harder to crack.

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whump tropes #whumper #whump community #injured whumpee #defiant whumpee #abuse cw #cw past abuse #tw death #tw abduction #tw past trauma #tw past abuse

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angrelysimpping · 1 year

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Can I request a full thing with m!Whitney and m!Kylar actually working together because that ask just 👀👀👀

Hhhhhhh i know what this ask was referencing but I cannot for the life of me find the post. If I find it at some point, I'll add the link but until then, sorry! ><"

Contents: AMAB Whintey (he/him); AMAB Kylar (he/him); GN Reader (you/you, they/them); drugging; noncon; abduction; penetrative sex, reader receiving; oral sex, reader giving; multiple partners

Words: ~2.4K

"Fancy meeting you here, slut.”

You nearly drop your bag at Whitney’s voice. It was nearing six, birds chirping away, morning fog creeping across the ground, yet to get burned away. The bully didn’t really strike you as a morning person, one of the reasons you had decided to slip out of town before noon. In theory, you wouldn’t run into anyone you knew.

Your theory was incorrect, apparently.

You try to collect yourself, plastering on a smile as you look at the bully. “Wh-Whitney! Didn’t think you were an early bird.”

Mentally, you kick yourself for the stutter, but he doesn’t seem to catch it as he slings a strong arm around your shoulders, pulling you in close to his side.

“C’mon,” he grunts, not even bothering to wait for you to agree with him, starting to drag you along. "We've got somewhere to be."

Your heart sinks. "Somewhere" with Whitney probably meant you on your knees in some dark alley so Whitney could make a quick buck. You didn't have that kinda time. The bus you needed to catch out of town would leave, with or without you on it. You'd waited too long, made too many plans, to let that fall through now.

You duck out from under Whitney's arm, holding onto your bag tightly as the bully swipes at you.

“Sorry, but I have to-”

“Skip town. Yeah, yeah. We know already.”

You freeze, body going cold. Skip town? How did Whitney-?

His arm wraps back around your shoulders, tight around your neck, as he starts walking again. You’re too stunned to do much but walk with him.

You hadn't told anyone. Not a single soul. It’d hurt keeping a secret like this to yourself, never sharing it with anyone. Not even Robin, whispering with them late into the night, knowing you had plans to leave. It had burned, behind your eyes and the back of your throat, as the other orphan clung to you and talked softly into the night about the future. A future where the two of you had taken the orphanage from Bailey, made things better.

A future you knew you’d never see, bus routes shining bright in your mind's eye as Robin talked of renovating the old orphanage.

Hell, you hadn’t even said it out loud, afraid of somehow jinxing it. The closest you’d ever got to writing it down were scribbled equations, trying to work out how much you needed to make and how fast you could make it. A single slip of paper that you then shredded.

Bailey may have done a shit job in raising you, but the paranoia they’d instilled in you had come in handy from time to time.

As Whitney starts to take you down an alley, you try to wiggle out of his hold. You don’t really succeed, the bully snarling as he shoves you into the cold alley wall.

“Behave,” he growls, caging you against the wall with his arms, body pressing against yours. Eyes going wide, you shrink in on yourself. Whitney has done a lot of fucked up things to you, and you’ve never taken it laying down. You’d fight him off in the halls, throw shit back at him in class. Sure, you might have fooled around with him a few times, sucked him off in the bathroom or rode him in the park, but that was something else — your own self-destruction and giving into impulse.

This wasn’t that. No matter how Whitney hurt you, he never seemed so…serious. Not like now, expression dark and eyes intense.

“You can do this easy way or the hard way,” the bully continues, “I really don’t care.”

When you don’t move, don’t try to push him away, he smiles, shoulders relaxing a bit.

“Good slut,” he murmurs, and you hate how heat rushes to your face, pools in your gut. You hate this stupid fucking town, hate the person it’s made you into, a person who gets turned on by one of their biggest harassers praising them.

You duck under Whitney’s arm, sprinting to the closest end of the alley.

You don’t make it far, Whitney’s arms around your middle and lifting you into the air.

“Let go!” Your shout comes out as a hiss, air forced from your lungs as he squeezes you. Writing in his grip gets you nowhere, nails digging into his strong arms lost on the bully as he staggers back, taking you with him.

“Fuck, he was right ‘bout you not coming quietly.”

Him? It only strikes you now Whitney’s earlier use of the term ‘We’, but you don’t get a chance to think about it. Whitney pins you face first to the alley wall, cheek pressing against the rough surface as you keep squirming, making him struggle to get something from his pocket.

The prick in your neck is almost unnoticeable, but the effects are near instantaneous, your world spinning around you as your body goes slack.

The last thing you see is Whitney pulling out his phone, swearing under his breath as he makes a call.

Your head hurts.

That's the only thing you can think about — the pain in your head.

A steady, dull pounding. You can feel it in your teeth, in the back of your eyes. It feels a little like when you took stimulants to help focus on solving the maths competition except worse. At least then you could stumble to bed and curl up. Your limbs feel like lead, unable to move even a single finger no matter how hard you will it. Then there’s your mouth, unbearably dry. Almost like someone had stuffed it full of cotton.

Some tiny part of you knows that you should worry, that you should panic over how you’re cold and in pain. That part of yourself is small, though, muted and made fuzzy

"...can't just leave th-them like that!"

Is that Kylar? You try to open your eyes but struggle. Your eyelids feel so heavy. Maybe you should just go back to sleep. Then the pain would be gone, too.

"Oh, what, you think they should just be able to do whatever? Walk right out the door?"

Whitney was here too? Strange.

"W-what if they need to use the toilet."

"They can piss themself for all I care, serves 'em right."

"You can't-"

There's a thud and you try again to open your eyes.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do."

It takes what feels like a monumental effort, but you finally manage to open your eyes.

It takes even more of an effort not to close them immediately, the world fuzzy and spinning around you. Not the orphanage, you think dimly. Even with your mind muffled, you’d know the orphanage ceiling anywhere and you’re not there.

“-won’t hurt them.” Kylar’s voice catches your attention, grounds you slightly, the world settling somewhat, if still too bright. Trying to turn your head makes the blood pound in your ears, but you manage it.

Whitney. Whitney pressing Kylar against an unfamiliar basement wall, sneering, towering over the loner. Saying, snarling really, something, something you can’t hear to Kylar. Something that makes Kylar's expression darken.

The pounding in your ears lessens and you can make out the last of Whtiney’s words.”-not too bad, anyway. Would have left otherwise, jumped on the first bus outta town.”

Kylar’s eyes flick from Whiteny’s face to where you lay, eyes locking onto yours and making your stomach flip. His eyes are bright, hazy. You know that look, the same one that had taken over Kylar’s expression when he’d first declared you as his, pressing a knife to your classmate’s throat in the middle of English class.

You try to speak but everything is muddled, whatever Whitney had drugged you with still lingering in your system.

You blink but it must have been longer than just a moment.

How else would Kylar get on top of you so fast? Nuzzling into your neck, the soft words that pour past Kylar’s lips tinged with a hard edge as he keeps mumbling for you never to leave him.

Something warm and wet coats your thighs. His cum? You’re not sure. You’re not even sure where your clothes have gone. You’d been wearing them, hadn’t you? Now it’s just the soft fabric of a bed underneath you and the weight of Kylar on top of you. And…something else, something between your legs.

Whitney. You know it’s Whitney’s doing, know the ache of his cock forcing you open over and over again. You can hear him, swearing under his breath as your body shakes with each of his thrusts, but you can’t see him, Kylar cupping your face so you can’t look away from him.

Gasping as a calloused hand roughly strokes over your sex, the sound is quickly muffled as Kylar takes it as an invitation to press his mouth to yours, tongue sliding past your lips. It’s now you become aware of the hard cock pressing against your thigh, Kylar rutting against your naked body while Whitney fucks you. With a tiny, high-pitched whine into your mouth, Kylar cums, and something in you knows this is your fate now. Stuck as these two boys plaything.

The low moan of despair that leaves you is mistaken as lust, Kylar giggling as he comes down from his high. “Love you,” he mutters into your neck, arms wrapping around your middle. “Don’t leave me.”

“Us,” Whitney grunts, another harsh thrust making you gasp and shudder in Kylar’s arms. The loner’s eyes narrow, glaring at Whitney, but the bully doesn’t care. He grips your chin, pulling your face away from Kylar’s making you look him in the eyes for the first time since you saw him in that alley.

“You won’t leave. Remember your fucking place.”

There’s something in his eyes that scares you. A similar look to the one you’ve seen in Kylar’s before. You can’t really think about it as Whitney’s cock hits something deep inside you that makes pleasure wash over you, back arching as you moan.

Whitney smirks, “Told you they’d like it.”

It takes you a moment to realize he’s talking to Kylar, dots connecting only as the loner’s breathing hitches at your side. It’s with growing dread that you can feel Kylar’s cock twitching against your thigh, taking an interest again.

You try to distance yourself, to put space between you and your body. Maybe this was all some kind of sick dream, a far too real feeling dream. You can almost do it, with drugs still lingering in your system. You can tune out Kylar’s mumbled words, Whitney’s sneered comments. You can almost phase out the ache between your legs as Whitney’s cock carves out your insides.

That semi-blissful state comes to an end as Kylar straddles your chest, cum smeared cock resting against your lips.

“L-love?”

“Responds better to slut.”

Kylar shoots a dark look over his shoulder, making Whitney laugh, before turning back to you. With a trembling hand, Kylar strokes the side of your face, pausing as he feels small cuts from where Whitney had pressed your face into the wall of the alley. “H-he hurt you?”

You want to scream. Whitney was hurting you now, his cock bruising your insides, nails digging into your thighs, but Kylar was focusing on a few scrapes and bruises? “Kylar…” you try to say something, anything, but your tongue feels too thick for your mouth.

His eyes light up, a wild grin stretching across his face as his thumb glides over your lips. “I-I’ll take care of those,” he says, thin fingers ghosting over the curve of your cheek again before brushing over your mouth again. “J-just, just, p-please?” His cock presses against your lips once more, and you don’t have it in you to refuse. Begrudgingly, you open your mouth as much as you can with your body still feeling unreal, letting Kylar slide his cock into your mouth.

“You don’t have to ask ‘em shit, idiot,” Whitney grunts from between your legs, but Kylar doesn’t seem to hear him, too entranced by the sight of your lips around his cock.

Maybe it was because Kylar ignore him, maybe it was because he was just a dick, but Whitney reaches out, cupping Kylar’s balls from behind and giving them a squeeze.

Kylar squeals, bucking forward into your mouth. You try to relax your throat as best you can but it still hurts, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

“D-don’t-!”

“They like it,” Whitney cuts him off. “Tighten up real good when you fucked their throat. Do it some more and they’ll cum in no time. Then we can switch. That’s what you want, right freak?”

Kylar’s eyes seem to glaze over at the thought of being the one in between your legs, the one fucking into your sore hole. “D-don’t,” Kylar repeated, all venom gone from his voice as he idly rocks his hips forward. “Don’t c-call me th-that.” Whitney doesn’t respond, only breathlessly laughing again as he continues to fuck you.

The worse part is, Whitney is right. Your body has been trained to crave pain with your pleasure at this point. Between Kylar slowly fucking your mouth and Whitney rearranging your insides, you’re actually starting to feel good. You know it’s a natural reaction, but that doesn’t stop your face from burning when you do cum on Whitney’s cock, moaning on Kylar’s dick as the loaner pants above you.

“F-fuck.” Kylar presses his hips flush to your face, cum hitting the back of your throat, and leaving you no choice but to swallow.

Whitney’s not far after, his pace picking up, swearing under his breath as he chases his own end. With a soft sigh, Kylar rolls off you, curling back around you, pressing soft, almost sweet, kisses to your clammy skin as Whitney finally spends himself inside you.

Whitney says something to Kylar but you can’t hear them, your ears ringing and mind drifting as you try to process your new lot in life. You’re not even sure when they move away from you, bickering amongst themselves. It’s only when Kylar scurries over, holding bandages and a warm washcloth, that you realize Whitney’s left the room.

“Don’t w-worry, love,” Kylar coos, running the warm cloth between your thighs. “I’ll get you c-cleaned up and b-bring you some f-food, okay?”

You don’t respond, letting your eyes shut as Kylar starts to take care of you.

#tw noncon #tw abduction #tw drugging #cw noncon #cw abduction #cw drugging #degrees of lewdity #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #tw multiple partners #cw multiple partners

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honeykngdom · 7 months

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𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | 𝚎. 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 | 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

Pairing: Embry Call x Original Character Summary: Join Ainsley and Embry as they embark on a journey where they are forced to question everything they thought they knew, and embrace the pain that is inevitable to avoid in love. An imprint story. Self-discovery. Angst and romance. Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: angst, tw drinking, tw abduction Taglist: @leilaniers - message / comment if you’d like to be tagged in new chapters (or for Embry content in general)!

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚗

Trenton felt his body ache slightly, his left hand numb and tingling under the weight of Leah’s head. He groaned quietly, rolling onto his side while pulling Leah with him so that he could reposition himself. He kept his arm around her waist and pressed a gentle kiss to her bare shoulder.

Trenton considered himself an incredibly lucky man. Their relationship was different, and completely out of the norm. Trent resembled much of who Embry was; he preferred to keep to his family and close friends, didn’t really stick around with any female too long, most of his rendezvous were clients from Ink Obsession that had slyly asked for a private session. Trent had bent more women over the couch in his studio than he could count on his hands.

When he had first seen Leah, he considered her a different kind of challenge. She was the first woman that had stepped foot into his studio that had been repulsed by his advances. At first, he was sold on just being her friend - completely convinced that she wasn’t interested in anything more. It wasn’t until just after Embry and Ainsley officially began seeing each other that she came out one night.

He knew everything very quickly. Leah wasn’t shy about it at all. She explained the imprinting process, what she was, what she belonged to. She offered him a choice - and reminded him that it didn’t have to mean what everyone else kept pushing on her. They didn’t need to be together romantically - if he preferred, they could comfortably coexist as friends. But, Trent needed to know exactly what kind of lengths Leah was willing to go for him.

In a matter of twenty-four hours, Trent was feeling nearly the same way.

A few days later, they were casually dating. By Thanksgiving, they were out as a couple.

It had been hard, watching Ainsley find out about the pack in what he considered the worst possible way. They left shortly after Embry and Jacob had wandered off into the forest, leaving Ainsley a mess in the bathroom. He hadn’t wanted to leave but Leah reminded him that the wolves - despite their many years of experience - were not fully controlled and any one of them had the capabilities to lose it the way Embry had.

Trent’s lips were met with a quiet giggle, and then a soft sigh. He took that as permission to continue - he trailed his lips from her shoulder to her neck, teeth gently biting into the flesh. Leah shifted onto her back, looking up at him when he finally let go; they mirrored each other’s smiles, Leah pulled on his neck gently to bring his face down to her level. Their lips moved easily together, his fingertips running along her stomach, tracing just under the swells of her breasts, eliciting a quiet moan from Leah’s lips.

“Morning,” he mumbled against her mouth, smiling when her knees fell to opposite sides. His hand travelled to her open thighs, “Sleep okay?”

“Can’t complain.” She murmured, pulling the blankets up to her chin.

“Good.” He smiled, snaking his tongue back into her mouth as his hand slipped between her legs. They went on like that for several minutes, Leah’s warm body flushing under the flesh with a bright red as her hips moved against his hand.

His cellphone rang from somewhere on the floor - Trenton’s brows pulled together, but he didn’t cease his movements.

“Your phone -” she mumbled around his mouth.

“Ignore it.”

The call dropped, and they were met with the silence once more.

Two minutes later, the phone angrily buzzed and rang again. Trent sighed when Leah pushed him away. “Answer it, for the love of god.”

He leaned back, rolling onto his right side to pick up the device from under the pile of discarded clothing; Travis’s dopey smile illuminated his screen. Trent rolled his eyes, swiping up on the green call button. “You’re killing my morning, Trav, what do you what?”

His brother chuckled quietly. “Aw, Trent,” he started. Trenton could hear the muffled engine of his motorcycle in the back, “am I cockblocking you?”

“Dude, leave him alone.” He heard Seth in the background, his tone playful - a small part of him wanted to reach through the phone and knock their heads together.

“What do you want, Travis?” He said through clenched teeth.

“Have you heard from Ainsley this morning?” He asked casually. “She didn’t come home last night, and she definitely didn’t leave with Embry -”

Trent scoffed, falling onto his back beside Leah. She rolled onto her side and propped her head up on her head, listening in on the conversation intently. “Not with the way he was dancing with that one chick. If looks could kill …”

“Oh yeah, Emb would’ve been slaughtered.”

Trent sighed, rubbing his head tiredly. “Hold up,” He pulled his phone away from his face to check the notifications on his phone - nothing from Ainsley, but he did remember overhearing Jennie mentioning something about Ainsley being cleared back to work. “She’s probably at Shaker’s - pretty sure she started this week.”

“Doesn’t she need her uniform?”

Trent shrugged, even though he knew his brother couldn’t see. “Dunno dude - she’s been staying at Angie’s place a lot. Probably crashed there. Probably trash talked about Embry and passed out.”

“Fair enough - we still on for tonight?”

“Still on, brother.”

Trenton could hear the smile in Travis’s voice “Sweet deal - have fun getting your dick wet.”

Trent ended the call, trying not to let his annoyance get the best of him. Travis had been the least supportive in his relationship with Leah - mainly because Trenton was his partner in crime. They were similar in the regard where their ability to commit to any woman had been nonexistent. That had been until Leah came into the picture. When Trent stopped spending his free time in the basement with Travis, Travis let all hell break loose.

“Ainsley’s already hardly here - I don’t need you gone, too.” Travis had growled angrily, smacking Trenton in the face with one of the couch cushions. “And it’s Seth’s sister - really, dude?”

“Really, really.” Trent mumbled absently, flipping the page of his car catalog slowly. “You don’t need me here in order for you to survive.” He pointed out, looking up at Travis’s large frame. “Go make some friends.”

“Fuck off - DJ isn’t around anymore, I don’t exactly have many friends.”

“You have Seth.”

Travis blinked - Seth was definitely not a reliable substitute for the cousin they left behind in Vancouver. For many years, DJ and Travis had been inseparable. DJ, unlike his cousins, preferred to use his words instead of violence to resolve his issues, although he wouldn’t tolerate being pushed around. If need be, he’d swing his fists.

Trenton opened his eyes and looked up at Leah; she was smiling knowingly, rubbing her hand across his stomach. “You good?” She asked, her brown orbs scanning his face carefully.

“Never better,” he smiled, reaching down to pull her knee over his legs, “c’mere.”

𝙴𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚢

Embry stretched; his head pounded unpleasantly, his legs were stiff and his back felt completely locked. “Ow,” He whined, sitting upright on the couch. Emily had left a glass of water on the coffee table, along with a note that read ‘Drink me’. He crumpled the paper and reached for the glass, downing the contents quickly to clear the ache in his throat.

“You look terrible.” Embry jumped slightly at the voice; he looked over his shoulder to where Emily stood in the archway, her hand rested on her ballooned tummy.

“I feel worse.” He muttered, rubbing his neck.

“Serves you right,” she growled, leaning forward to smack him on the back of the head. He whined loudly again, pressing his eyes shut tightly as the throbbing moved to where she had stricken him, “what the hell did you think you were doing, dancing with that girl?” She yelled, her hands resting on her hips. “Have you lost your mind?”

“I just wanted to forget for one night.” He dropped his head into his hands, thumbs rubbing his temples.

“By groping a woman on a dance floor at your brother's wedding?” She asked dubiously, cocking her head to the side. “Doubtful.”

“You make it sound so crude.”

“It was disgusting, Embry.” She chided, turning into the kitchen. “I hope you have the mind to feel some shame for the way you acted.”

“Is Jared pissed with me?” He asked suddenly, following her into the kitchen.

Emily looked up confused for a moment, “No?”

“Is Kim pissed with me?”

She paused, looking up at Embry from behind the counter. “No.”

“Then what,” he asked, moving into the kitchen to open the fridge, “is the issue? Newlyweds are still happy - I didn’t break any rules -”

Emily slammed the door on the oven shut, turning to Embry with angry eyes. “Are you kidding me? If Quil hadn’t stepped in, you likely would’ve gotten into her car and gone home with her last night.”

“So?”

“What’s wrong with you?” She asked quietly, shaking her head. “Four days ago, you were in here a mess over Ainsley, and now you’re just going to pretend like none of it happened?”

“She’s acting like nothing happened!” Embry yelled in frustration. He gripped the water bottle in his hands, twisting the cap off. “She doesn’t miss me, she doesn’t look as miserable as I feel - this isn’t a big deal to her. She made her choice. I’m not going to sit here and wallow in my self-pity forever.”

“She loves you, jackass.” Emily growled, walking towards him with a large wooden spoon pointed at his chest. “The least you could do is respect her by not making a complete joke out of her with her parents in the room.”

Embry paused and shut his mouth. In all honesty, he had completely forgotten that there were guests in the room that knew him – guests like Ainsley and Jacob’s family. He thought about Jennie’s face, and the disappointment she must’ve felt. He let his shoulders slump as he fell into a chair at the table.

“Did you know that Ainsley hadn’t told them?” She asked, her voice still angry. “Did you know that they had no idea that you two had broken up?”

Embry pulled his brows together, “She didn’t tell them?”

“No. She didn’t.”

He sighed, letting his head fall back. “Shit.” He had fucked up big time.

𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚎

Angie sighed angrily; she tossed her dishcloth into the sink and headed to the back office with a huff.

“Still no sign of her?” Debbie asked from behind her desk, staring at her computer screen.

“Nope.”

“You gonna call her again?”

“Nope.”

“Well then what’re you doing with my phone?”

“Calling her brother.”

Debbie looked up at her with careful eyes for two moments before she stood. “I’m gonna go greet the lunch rush - come out when you’re finished.”

Angie scrolled through her phone, looking through her past phone calls - she came across the only unsaved number in her phone, dialed the number and waited for the line to pick up.

“Heyyo.” The male said casually.

“Hey!” She said, happy she had actually gotten through to someone. “Hi, sorry, this is Angie. I work at Shaker’s with Ainsley.”

“What up, sis?” Travis asked. Angie rolled her eyes.

“Is Ainsley not coming in today? She didn’t call in and her shift started like four hours ago.”

“Wait - she’s not with you?”

Angie paused. “No … she isn’t at home?”

“No.” They were silent for a moment before Travis started speaking again. “She didn’t come home after the wedding - there was some incident with Embry and another girl, she left early -”

“What happened with Embry?”

“It was a shitshow, you should’ve seen it, Ang - point is, Ainsley hasn’t come home yet and she’s not answering anyone’s phone call.”

Angie thought about it for a moment, trying to weigh all of the possibilities. “Maybe she’s just taking some time for herself - does she have anyone else in the area she could be with? Have you tried Maddox?”

“Maddox?” He asked, clearly confused. “How do you know Maddox?”

“He’s Ainsley’s friend - he lives in Forks.”

“Maddox Knight lives in Forks?” He asked, his voice suddenly hard. “Like, Forks, Washington?”

“Yeah?”

“Since when? Since when did Ainsley talk to fucking Maddox Knight?”

Angie thought back to when Ainsley had mentioned something about her and Maddox ending on poor terms in the past - perhaps Travis’s confusion came from his lack of knowledge that Maddox and Ainsley were back on good terms.

“Whatever - so Ainsley’s not at home?”

“No.”

“You’re useless.” She grumbled, hanging the line up on the hook. Angie folded her arms, chewing on her lip for a moment before she sighed angrily and pushed out of the office into the kitchen. It was going to be a long day.

𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢

Emily held her stomach tentatively as she hummed, watching the sauce in her pan bubble over the heat. She had settled into the idea that she wouldn’t be cooking for the entire pack most of the time - a few dinners here and there, sure, but she had herself to feed. Sam requested homemade tomato sauce with pasta - she decided that homemade was too time consuming and quite frankly, she didn’t want to do it from scratch. When he slipped out to run a few errands for her, she pulled a can of three-cheese tomato sauce from the cupboard and mixed it in with the meat.

“Sucker won’t know the difference.” She said to herself, flipping the stove off on both burners.

Sam kicked the excess snow off at the door, Seth smiling widely behind his frame. As annoyed as Emily wanted to be, she couldn’t help but return his warm smile and pull a seat out for him. “Didn’t think you’d be bringing home any strays.” She mused lightheartedly.

“He all but insisted I come home for dinner.” Seth teased, leaning down to kiss the top of Emily’s head before he sat in his rightful seat.

When they sat for dinner, the three mumbled quietly about knocking down walls to expand one of the upstairs rooms to make it a little bigger in size for the nursery. Seth had just finished offering to help, bringing his plate into the kitchen to wash when Emily’s attention shifted to the door.

Travis and Trenton stood on the opposite side, their faces constricted. Emily pulled her brows together, motioning for them to come in as Sam followed Seth’s suit and loaded their plates into the dishwasher, “Evening, boys.” She said smoothly, watching their stiff shoulders as she stood in her doorway. “What can we do for you?”

“Have any of you been in contact with Ainsley?” Trent asked. Travis rocked back on his heels, hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket as he looked around the dining room.

Emily’s brows pulled together. “No, not since the wedding.”

“And you?” Travis asked, looking past her to where her husband and his brother stood.

“Nope.”

Trenton and Travis exchanged looks, both of their faces falling slightly as they nodded in disappointment and turned to leave. “Wait, wait, wait,” Emily called, standing from her seat, “what’s going on?”

Trent looked at his brother, mouth falling into a grimace before he turned to face Emily. “Ainsley didn’t come home last night.”

“And she didn’t show up for her shift this morning.”��

“And the others haven’t heard from her.”

Sam came up behind Emily, his hands placed firmly on her shoulders. “Is she with Embry?”

Travis rolled his eyes. “Would you wanna be with Embry?” When no one answered, Travis held his hand out, “Case and point.”

“The only place I haven’t checked is Jacob’s.” Trenton said, pulling his hand down over his eyes. “We’ll try there, hopefully he’s heard something.”

“If you don’t hear anything, give me a call.” Seth said from beside Emily, “It’s probably no big deal –”

“This isn’t like Ainsley. At all.” Travis said finally, repeating everything he and Trenton had already previously discussed in the private of Trenton’s truck. “She’s not like this. She’s never just fucked off without telling someone where she was going, or answering her phone.”

“Let’s not think about the worst case scenario.” Emily said quickly, rushing forward to wrap a comforting arm around Travis’s shoulder, hugging him to her side. “Go ahead and see Jacob, call us when you get there.”

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It was 12:45 AM. Seth, Jacob, Quil, Paul, Brady, Leah, Trenton and Travis gathered in Sam and Emily’s living room. No one had heard from Ainsley, and no one had seen her. Jacob had gone to the Cullen’s, thinking that maybe, just maybe she was hiding out with Maddox – but they hadn’t heard from her, either.

Sam sighed into the phone again. “Collin, I don’t know where you are, but we need you to stop by when you get the chance.”

“No word from Collin today?” Emily asked, rubbing his back. Sam shook his head.

At this point, Travis and Trenton were about ready to lose their minds. Collectively as a group, everyone decided that they were better off keeping it from Embry until they were absolutely sure on what they needed to do. Trenton was making an honest effort to keep his head in place, trying to power through the anxiety that kept him on edge. He wanted to assume the worst - because at least if he did that, they’d be one step closer to finding her.

“So, what do we do now?”

“We tell my dad -”

“Are you insane, Trav?” Seth asked, looking at his friend from across the room. “You bring TJ into this, and Jennie’s going to lose her mind.”

“What are we gonna do? Really?” He asked, looking around the group. “It’s been twenty-four hours since anyone has had contact with her. She qualifies as a missing person - he can help.”

Trent watched Paul nod slowly. “I hate to agree, but he’s right.”

Trent leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “This is ridiculous.” He mumbled, rubbing his face. “So, what are we assuming here -”

“We’re not assuming anything.” Travis said, folding his arms. “We just say no one’s heard from her or seen her since the wedding, and we let them handle it.”

Trent looked up at Travis with hard eyes, his brows pulling together. “‘Let them handle it’?” He repeated. “Who even are you? This is Ainsley we’re talking about –”

“My point exactly!” He yelled. “What are we going to do, T? Get on our bikes and go looking for her?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Where are we even going to start looking?” He asked exasperated, slapping his hands down on his thighs. “Trenton, it’s Ainsley.”

Leah touched Trenton’s back, rubbing her hand along his shoulders. He looked up at her, watching her nod slightly before he sighed. “Fine. Go tell Dad.”

Travis nodded, picked up his helmet and moved towards the kitchen to leave. “I’ll text you.”

At this time, Sam waited until the door had shut and the motorcycle started before he turned to the group. “So, we’ll take turns running shift.”

“I already spoke with the Cullen’s - we’re free to look around Forks, too. We could go up to Seattle if need be, but let’s start locally for now.” Jacob added, standing next to Sam. “We wait to tell Embry until I can talk to Alice - see if I can get her to get a read on Ainsley.”

“He’s gonna kill us.” Quil muttered from his corner, watching the group collectively nod in agreement. “We need to move quickly - the longer she’s gone, the more angry he’ll be. Jake, Seth and I can come with you to the Cullen's.”

“Paul and I can take Brady on a patrol around the reservation, see if we can catch a scent.” Leah offered, looking towards Paul. She leaned down to press her mouth to Trent’s, their foreheads pressed together momentarily. “We’ll find her.” She promised, her eyes mirroring the worry in his. “Let’s go.” Leah nodded to Brady and Paul, trailing behind them out of the side door.

Sam collapsed onto the couch next to Emily. “Trent, we’ll do everything we can in our power - but if she’s just a missing person, Travis made the right call. We deal with the supernatural aspect of things, not regular human scum. As much as we’d love to, we wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone if they were human.”

Trenton nodded in understanding, letting his head fall into his hands. He wondered if she were safe, if she were okay -

If she were alive.

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