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lovelykhaleesiii · 2 years ago

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Merhaba!

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Warning: non-con, toxic behavior, baby trapping?

Request here! for a modern dark!aegon, where the reader has been his friend for a long time and aegon has a horrible dependency on her, as well as an obsession and mostly never lets anyone near her, since he sees her as his, anyway, the reader one day tells him she is accepted for a scholarship in another country but he gets mad because she is going to leave him so he forces her to have sex with him and also hopes to get her pregnant so she will never leave him.

you’re so cute nonnie!!!!! this is totally fine, I don’t normally write for non-con, but I’ll let this slide cause it’s kinda hot 🥵 I’m combining it with this ask, and leaning more towards a dub-con, manipulation tactic of dark!Aegon!!! hope you enjoy xx

quote in the link above is - "gentle, slow manipulation - "just a kiss" to "I'll only grind against you" to "only the tip, promise" to "just a little more" to "I won't cum inside" until you're a cum-filled wreck underneath them."

Dilemmas & Dreams.

PAIRING: Dark!Modern!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Reader

WORDS: 4,179.

WARNINGS: swearing, angst, co-dependency, somnophilia, dub-con, slight mentions of non-con, mentions of pregnancy, time jumps.

A/N - so this took me forever cause it was a hard concept to plot. tried to make it more dub-con/non-con but still slightly consensual, just because I do not condone using violence for sex. but dark!Aeg is just my intrusive thots. I also did not include my taglists, just cause I did not want to trigger or force anyone to feel the need to read this, if it isn't your thing <3 no pressure. this is for a specific audience.

It was an universal understanding that relationships could get complicated from time to time, to say at the very least... This did not cease with your unique relationship with Aegon.

With every fibre in your heart, you love him dearly, and that [if you were being honest], would never change. He generally was not the ideal type of man you'd pursue [as you had initially assumed] nor did you think it was even a realistic possibility to fall for his type. Likewise, you did no think of yourself as his particular type, although Aegon was less picky than you when it came to finding a mate. Yet he had this almost omnipotent-like power over you. Luring you farther and deep enough, he kept you eagerly lingering for more: for more of his touch, his scent, his love and affections. An urge you attempted countless of times to keep silenced and at bay, and yet you felt the constant, probing need to keep the man sated.

With many of your short, previous relationships, you'd never granted a man the opportunity to bear such a profound effect on you, nor did any of them truly possess the charisma Aegon had naturally wielded. It was all very consuming and perplexing, yet a part of you quite enjoyed the crisp attention Aegon showered you with in return for your loyalty and commitment to him. Your long-time warfare of constantly seeking approval and praise did not help the situation either, only exploiting your vulnerability more, as you vowed to refuse disappointing the man at all costs.

And from what you had learnt and could decipher about Aegon's history, he had never grown this infatuated with another before, let alone actually granted himself the opportunity to have a significant other. His previous flings had been fleeting and meaningless, only to glutton himself off of sex, inflating his subtle ego. However, you, you had caught him off-guard. A fellow colleague and long-time friend of Aemond's, you had met mutually. You knew of each other, though had never truly met, for Aemond was desperate to keep some distance between yourself and his elder brother. He had mentioned many things about Aegon, not all good, yet you knew better than to judge or presume. In theory, you were both quite the opposites, yet something about you, your innocence, warm demeanour drew him to you, like a moth to a flame. From the many family quarrels Aemond had disclosed to you, it seemed Aegon was problematic with some sort of self-conflict from within. He struggled with certain tendencies such as drinking, partying, avoiding responsibilities, yet nonetheless, he was still pretty decent and respectful towards you. Helplessly though, you felt an immense pity for him, even if Aemond argued against it, perhaps it was your nativity: regardless, the more Aegon latched himself closer towards you, the better he became. More present at home, the less he drank and spent his days hungover and pissed, the less hostile he was towards his family.

Although, he remained a pest towards his younger brothers, Aemond and Daeron, occasionally taunting them. Not to mention, he did go against Aemond's urges to leave you alone.

"Aeg, Y/N's off limits. I have never asked of anything from you, nor have I ever really expected anything from you, if I'm being honest. But, I digress, she is off limits. Understood?"

"Why, have you finally grown the balls to actually ask her out? Or you scared she'll actually say yes to the likes of me?"

"OFF LIMITS Aeg! I fucking mean it!"

"No, no- How about I date Y/N instead, and in return I leave you alone? See now that sounds like an even better deal to me, brother."

Not to mention, you were undeniably a sight for sore eyes, beautiful nonetheless, he was determined to have you. The thought that someone else could pluck you from him at any given second, not excluding his younger brother, began to stir something rageful inside of him. The more time he spent around you, the more possessive he could feel himself becoming. A side he did not fathom existed in him, yet you had so ignorantly ignited. Although, he relished in it. Eventually, and much to Aemond's reluctance he inserted himself into your conversations, making his presence known whenever you were around, or forcing his younger brother to exploit your whereabouts with threats only each brother knew about one another. Regardless, his tactics worked and eventually, you became his. His.

Since then all had been bliss, yet, now, you were struck with a dilemma...

****

"What do you mean you could be moving, Y/N? Is this a few weeks kinda thing or you're gone... For good?" Aegon raised, his voice growing audibly louder with such a ferocity, you'd never heard the likes of it before.

"W-Well it's a scholarship, Aeg. One that I honestly never even thought possible to get, I-I just applied off a whim. B-But now that they're offering it, maybe, just maybe, I was hoping you could support me."

The words fell shaky from your quivering lips; Aegon's face was struck with a blatant concoction of confusion, hurt and fury, like a wounded predator that had unforeseen a counter attack.

"Just answer me this, Y/N, how long exactly will you be gone for? How long are you planning to leave me?"

He took a great stride towards you, his hands reaching over, tightly gripping your forearms by the sides, as if in fear you might run at any minute. His voice although stern and unnerving, his lilac eyes glistened tearily.

"It-It's a funded Masters course, Aeg, just for two years I'll be studying abroad. B-But I'll plan to come back to see you whenever I can. Every holiday, every semester's break, you bet I'm coming back to you. A-And you could even come and see me, baby. You know, I-I would never leave you like that, Aeg, you know this, p-please-"

An eerie silence was all that you were met with, as Aegon's grip on you had loosened slowly. His face remained stoic, yet his teary eyes flickered, before he began to dauntingly nod his head, walking away from you towards the closed window of your apartment. You could hear sniffles, before he released a long, exhausted sigh as he looked onwards to the scenery outside.

"So this is how you disregard me, huh, Y/N? Is this how you see me, see us? Just something you can toss to the fucking side, once you find something a little more interesting to chase after?"

His harsh words stung like the venom of a viper. Now turned back towards you, his hardened gaze was chilling, almost even threatening. You felt somewhat fearful of Aegon at this very exact moment, although he would never hurt you, that you were certain of. He was often stubborn and hot-tempered though knew to control himself swiftly. Reassured by this, you simultaneously also felt the desperate urge to coddle and soothe his fears, vouching that you could nor would ever dispose of him like some piece of garbage.

"A-Aeg, never! That's not me, please! You are overthinking this, Aegon, you'-re-you're not thinking straight, my love. I-I know this can be overwhelming but t-try to understand me. Please-"

Taking a small step towards him, you came to a sudden halt, as he took a step back maintaining the distance between. His hand lifting mid way as if to signal you to stop, swatting you away.

"So now my feelings aren't valid? Fuck, Y/N... You really are starting to sound like a real, spoilt little bitch now. Just like the rest of them fucking sluts!"

Seating himself promptly down onto the bed, he ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair, his head facing towards the ground, as another defeated sigh escaped his lips once more. It was only when he resumed his sole attention back unto your frozen frame, did he stupidly realise that now he had really crossed the line.

"Get out," Your voice although quiet just above a whisper, was crisp.

"Y/N-Baby-I-I didn't mean that-"

"Out, Aegon!"

A tightness in your chest began to intensify, a hand falling over your left, clothed breast, as your breathing began to hasten into loud, hitched sobs. Your eyes darted mindlessly around the room, feeling as though the walls began to close in, a sense of claustrophobia that you'd never feared nor experienced before brewing. Your cheeks turning scarlet by the seconds, as your eyes began to fill with hot tears, streaking down your tender face. Cowering down your other free hand, was poorly attempting to grab at anything solid enough to keep you upright, although Aegon bounding over towards you, reached over, lending you a spare chair, guiding your shaking body over to sit, as he cowered down in front of you.

"Y/N, Y/N, my angel, baby please- I-I didn't mean that, I-I could never mean that. I'm just so-just so upset that you-you didn't tell me about this. You-You always tell me everything. What would I do without you, huh, my sweet girl?-"

Brushing a strand of your hair aside, his other free hand cupping your hot, blushed cheek, his thumb stroking away a freshly fallen tear.

"H-How could I live without you for two years, if I can't even bear an evening without you?"

And yet no response other than earning heart-aching sobs from your behalf. Seeing you in such a distraught, unconsolable state only in turn tormented Aegon, as the tears that he had once so proudly held back, now began to streak across his soft, handsome face.

"B-Baby, please. Please, say something. I-I'm so sorry, don't-don't hate me. I couldn't bear it-"

"Ugh- Just fuck off, Aegon!-" Wailing his arms off you, you shove him off, as you stand hastily, storming aside, creating that deliberate distance in between once again. Aegon slowly rises himself up, that familiar hurt look tinged across his disheartened face, he roughly wipes the tears off his eyes, leaving them puffy and red.

"Sorry? Sorry about what exactly, Aeg? Sorry, that you can't just be an adult for one second, and accept the fact that some of us have priorities in our lives other than being in a fucking relationship? To think that you could be mature about this, how foolish of me..."

"Y/N, I-"

"Don't, Aeg! Don't even bother explaining yourself... I think it's best that you just leave me to decide."

Brazenly interrupting him before he could utter another word, your hand meekly gestures towards the door to your apartment. You couldn't even find the stamina to look Aegon dead in the eyes, fearful that any tender look from his part, you'd crumble once more in a second.

Seeing how riled up and tense you were, Aegon reluctantly began to pace himself towards the door, taking his time before a firm hand reached, gripping the metal knob of the door. The door opening as he unlocked the entry, he came to a sudden stop, turning back momentarily staring at you, tempted to say something. However, just as his attention panned across to you, your focus from him shifted elsewhere, fleeting from a window to the floor, desperate not to look directly at him. Sensing your message, he remained quiet as he left the premises, firmly shutting the door behind.

As the pain-staking silence fell once more, the intensity of the situation felt magnitude that very second Aegon had left. Feeling weak in your knees, your walked back over towards your bed, laying yourself down, burying your tearful face into a pillow, as the sobs returned, only now muffled. Your mind was racing rapidly. Regardless of what had unfolded, you cared deeply for Aegon and knew that it wounded him immensely that you hadn't involved him in your decision, prior to making such a life-changing commitment. It was his life too, that you toyed with, and a deep, integral part of you felt somewhat guilty.

Although, the ugly side of Aegon had showed, and it scarred you bitterly. Would he act and lash out like this at every chance something major would come? Was it a flaw of his, that you were willing to accept and embrace? You had no certainty. The fleeting minutes became hours into the night, as you laid still in bed, empty of tears, eyes stinging, your pillow soaked and face flustered, before you'd gradually began to fall into a deep sleep. Exhausted by the day's mishaps, you were hopeful the new day would offer some consolation...

****

Whether you had been dreaming vividly enough to be stirred awake, you could not say. Although, Aegon was on your mind as you drifted off to sleep, remaining in your dreams and as you slightly woke, too tiresome to remember the details of the events in the long hours prior. You felt something heavy, yet awfully familiar, the musky scent, pressing against your body.

Followed by a soft "shush-ing", you instantly recognised the deep, low tone that belonged to your boyfriend's manly voice.

"It's just me, baby. Go back to sleep. I couldn't leave you all alone like this."

"Hmm, Aeg-" Was all that you could pathetically muster, before returning readjusting your head on the pillow. It wasn't uncommon for Aegon to find himself in your apartment after hours or even whilst you were still out during the day, for you did offer him keys, and came home to find him lounging around as if it was his own home. You trusted him enough to share a copy, and up until now, he had been loyal not to abuse his right, thus, this reoccurrence had never startled you.

"That's right, my sweet girl. It's just me... I'm going to fix everything, okay?"

Unlike how sinister and brooding his tone with you was just hours ago, you now felt comforted and safe, hearing that familiar, saintly tone of his. Like a lullaby it ushered you back to sleep, as you felt a small, wet kiss planted on your forehead, as he brushed the astray strands off your face, taking a few moments to gaze upon you lustfully, before stirring himself up.

Feeling the mattress beneath move, you sensed that he was now positioned on his knees, hovering above you, as each leg pinned to either sides of your upper thighs, faintly hearing a metal clanging, as he unbuckled his belt and zipper. You remained laying comfortably on your stomach, your back facing him, your face turned to the side against the plush pillow, he could see you just faintly nodding against his words in agreement. It earned a soft smile from Aegon, as he pulled his pants down enough, laying over you, as his bare, hard cock began to grind against the thin fabric of your dress, just between your ass cheeks. Just from the sheer action, you could feel some wetness stirring beneath, a visceral reaction Aegon found so easily he could induce from you.

"Only the tip, baby... I promise. I'm going to make it up to you, my sweet, sweet angel."

Sensually lifting your dress up, he lightly lifted you, turning you slightly to the side with one arm, just enough for him to pull your panties down: planting you back gently, as to not startle you completely awake.

"My good, good girl. Always doing so well for me, not like anyone else...I was such a dick to you, wasn't I, baby?"

Earning another simple nod, he resumed with grazing his cock over your sensitive skin, feeling its pulsating throbs against your cheeks.

"But my princess, did do something very naughty... Trying to leave me, without asking. Leaving me all alone, you know how upset that would make me, right baby?"

"Hmm-Aeg-"

"But look at you begging for me...Now what makes you think you could leave me so easily, then? Precious girl, didn't think this through, did she?"

Gradually, his firm, thick cock slowly began to push itself deeper and deeper between your thighs, as one, strong arm stretched over your side to keep him steady, the other manoeuvred your legs, spreading them wide enough for him to position himself right between your centre.

"Don't worry, Princess. I'm here now, I'm going to help you make this decision, like a good boyfriend. Wouldn't want you to overthink anything, now let me take care of you... I promise I won't go in deeper, I won't cum inside."

Feeling your eyes naturally flutter from reality and dream, as you felt a lightening pain course through your body from the sensitive spot below. Aegon had forced himself in, your walls stretching as wide as possible to accomodate for his dense, throbbing mass, you could feel yourself tightly clenching over him, rewarded by deep, growling grunts and moans from him.

"Fuck, baby. Always know how fucking good to make me feel...Now why would you ruin it, and do something so stupid? Have I been so cruel, you wish to leave me?"

"N-No Aeg-" You'd managed to softly whimper, stirring even more awake, although eyes remained firmly shut, as you arched yourself in response to Aegon's slowly paced thrusts.

"Are you bored with Aeg, that you want to leave me?"

"No."

"Have I frightened you so, you wish to run away far from me?"

Within that split second he'd uttered those words, that familiar, daunting tone returned to him, and you felt your heart begin to beat feverishly.

"I-I love you Aeg."

Now his thrusts began to hasten in response to your words, his grunts primal and louder.

"Say it again, I'm struggling to believe you. You tried to deceive me today, angel. That was cruel of you...Say it again."

"I love you, Aegon."

This time more awake and conscious of what was going on, you were too deeply saturated in being sated by Aegon in the moment. You couldn't muster a single ounce of dignity nor sanity at this very moment to stop him in his tracks, knowing what he was capable of, he had all the power in his court.

"P-Pull out, Aeg-"

Your wetness now greatly coating his deep, hefty cock, feeling the mess beginning to ooze and seep from the edges of your entrance down your thighs. As he pulled out slightly and with his help, he turned you over, now both of you facing one another, although this time, managing to maintain complete and utter focus. Resuming to his sloppy, rough thrusts, you could feel the intensity of his cock, determined to push and shove himself as deep as possible, the tip of his cock just striking that sweet, sensitive spot of your cervix.

Aegon's face lowered down towards yours, as his ample, moist lips lingered over yours. Momentarily, just grazing above one another, before plummeting down on yours, as he noticed your lips beginning to stir to speak, desperate to shut you before you could ask once more. His tongue forced it way into yours, swirling and occupying your own: this unexplainable control that he had over you, now once more overtaking you. In the moments that Aegon had left, although maddened by his words, you had missed him. Could his brutal words bear truth, that two years without seeing him, would be impossible?

"Now, why would I do that? I promised you I would help, that's what I'm going to do. I'm doing this all for us."

His lips now trailing along your jawline down to the crook of your neck, where he knew you had a weak, sensitive spot that made you close to thoughtless. You could feel a upturn smirk strewed across his face, against your skin. Regardless, you could not surmise his intention, far too deep in devious, lustful thoughts, you needed Aegon to sate you completely.

"A-Aeg-"

Within a few more long, taunting minutes as Aegon edged you on, he could no longer contain himself. Feeling his warm, dense seed filling you up, it was a feeling unlike the many, intimate times before. You both were often proactive in protection, and yet tonight, although different, it was somewhat sublime.

"That's my good, perfect girl, that's it. Did so fucking well. I need you to stay put like this for me, okay?"

Regardless, that his fill had drenched you inside, Aegon remained buried deeply inside. Somehow, managing to turn you once more to the side, as he laid himself cosily behind you, thick, muscular arms holding you tenderly from behind, as his cock remained sorely stretching yet pleasantly coaxing you inside.

"Hush now baby, my good, sweet princess. How could I ever let you go so easily, huh? What kind of a man would I be to let his girl leave like that?-"

His hot, breathless words felt soothing as he whispered against your ears, his free hand atop, once more fixing the sweat-infused tangled strands away from your heated face. Leaving a few pecks of kisses against your dewy skin.

"Now promise to get some rest for me, angel. I need you strong for my little surprise."

****

Had you known what was to follow in the early months to come, the significance of Aegon's cryptic gesture following the sex that night. How his large, rough hand found it's way over to your lower abdomen, lightly caressing it in a circular motion, something he'd never normally done before, although not unquestionable at the time... Upon awaking early that morning, Aegon explained his surprise visit during the night, grieving over the sheer thought of losing you was enough to make the man cry once more, profusely apologising for the poisonous words he'd spat upon you. He refused to leave your side, and you knew you could not stop him. Nonetheless, he was well-intentioned, and you forgave him, allowing him to spend many more nights and days to come. Too preoccupied with the decision to be made, as Aegon kept pestering you for advice and discussion, you'd forgotten the whole notion of birth control, and only remembered a few days after. Regardless, the love making did not cease, as Aegon persuaded you that he wished to spend as many hours with you, "in case you decide to leave, I need to cherish every moment with you." Poetic of him, although, his agenda was far more conniving.

****

"Aeg- I'm, I'm pregnant."

The words were as sweet as honey to his sly ears: he did not lash out nor did he act upset nor surprised. In fact, unlike the momentous news you'd dropped before regarding the scholarship, this did not seem to phase him, not in the slightest.

You both rarely spoke of the thought of having children together, being both still quite young in age, and knowing that Aegon's youth was not one he favoured, regardless, he remained pleasantly optimistic upon hearing the news.

"Baby, this is good- This is wonderful."

"B-But what about the scholarship, what do I do?"

Cupping your tender, shocked face in his hands, his reassuring smile offered you some ease, though not enough. A child, an actual child. You hadn't really comprehended the notion of motherhood, nor did you completely go against it.

"Y/N, this-" One hand now stroking the same spot on your lower stomach, now a slight swell present, as he did those many nights ago. It all clicked now.

"This happened for a reason, you can't deny us this. Our own little baby, Y/N, we can have our own little family, sweetie. I promise I'll take care of us, all of us. You can't be stressing about some scholarship now..."

"But Aeg, I really did want it."

"So you-you want the scholarship, more than a family? More than making me happy or yourself? I thought you would be okay with this."

"I-Of course Aeg, I would love to have a family with you, only you now that I'm being honest. But I just always thought in due time, I-"

"Now's the time baby... This happened to us for a reason. Maybe the scholarship wasn't meant to be. Maybe something else will come along, they're always giving out scholarships, babe. If they offered it to you before, they'll offer it again. How could they deny you?"

His words sweet, and reaffirming. It was true, there were endless opportunities to apply for degrees and scholarships throughout the years. And it seemed Aegon, was extremely on board with the idea of becoming a father. Knowing how far he'd come from the rebellious boy he'd once been, stammering into the house late at night as Aemond and you remained studying endlessly, to the confident man he was now, was astounding. His dear mother, Alicent, even knew it, and thanked you deeply, for years she had been aimlessly trying to better her eldest.

"You are making all this possible for me, Y/N. Things I never dreamt to be or the person I'd become, you are the sole reason for my happiness. And now with this baby, I feel I could conquer the world."

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spineless-lobster · 2 years ago

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Have the ghosts killed anyone?

I was walking down a hallway today and thought to myself, have the ghosts killed anyone? So enjoy this list of have they, could they, and would they kill someone

(I feel that this can be seen as deranged and unstable behaviour, although that may be correct, I assure you that I myself will not be killing anyone nor do I condone it)

Robin: Canonically he did kinda kill Hat by tricking him and stealing his furs. He definitely has the capability of murder and might have fought a rival tribe (if that was a thing cave people did). It’s clear that he feels bad about Hat’s death so I don’t think he would actively want to kill someone

The Plague Ghosts: I mean technically Mick killed the rest of them via plague. He obviously feels horrible about it and I don’t think any of them would want to kill anyone. Although a few might have the ability to do so

Humphrey: I don’t know how likely it is for a Tudor noble to fight in a battle, but I feel like he would have. In which case he’s probably killed a few people. He was definitely trained in some sort of sword fighting so he could kill someone, but he wouldn’t like it at all

Mary: I don’t think she’s killed anyone, but she could and she wouldn’t hesitate. Justice be a fickle wench, sometimes that just involves murder

Kitty: No to everything. She gets upset when the house creaks because she thinks it’s in pain. Kitty literally could not hurt a fly if she tried

Thomas: Maybe if the duel had gone well he could’ve. Who knows maybe before that specific duel he had won some others and has actually killed someone. He did shoot that bird though, and he felt bad about it. So I doubt he would want to kill someone (lest his honour be challenged, then all gloves are off)

Fanny: She’s probably killed someone with her glare, but physically? No. I certainly do think she could though, but she would consider it “unladylike”

The Captain: I mean it comes with the job. If he didn’t fight in WWI than his contribution to intelligence and weapon-making during WWII caused probably hundreds or thousands of deaths. Not to mention he was stationed at the front at one point so he could have also killed someone there. I think he is very much capable of killing, but he’d feel immensely bad about it. He just prefers to throw a few punches

Pat: He definitely hasn’t killed anyone. I think he might have the ability to accidentally kill someone but he would regret it forever. Pat prefers to avoid all violence in general

Julian: Yes. He has probably committed war crimes and I’m not even exaggerating. Millions have suffered by his hand. He has, can, and doesn’t feel bad about committing murder of any kind (I still love him though)

#I hope this isn’t too deranged or else I’ll feel bad lol #bbc ghosts #robin the caveman #the plague ghosts #sir humphrey bone #mary bbc ghosts #kitty bbc ghosts #thomas thorne #fanny button #the captain #pat butcher #julian fawcett

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cerebellam · 3 years ago

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Tag, You’re It (The Grabber x Reader) - Masterlist

Warning(s): UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT. Language, blood/violence, large age gap (reader is 26), sexual content, kidnapping, dubcon, Stockholm syndrome

Inspiration Playlist | AO3 Link

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6 (Coming soon!)

*Note*: Let me preface this by saying I do NOT condone the acts of The Grabber AT ALL. This is written solely for the fact that the actor ETHAN HAWKE is very hot to me and I felt like writing something dark. This is written in a FICTIONAL AU style where The Grabber does not commit crimes on children, nor will it be mentioned in the fic- just that he is a kidnapper of people in general. (Which is still not right, obviously). This is fanFICTION. FICTION, people. It’s not real.

#the grabber #ethan hawke #the grabber x reader #the black phone #albert shaw #albert shaw x reader #al shaw #the grabber fanfic #the black phone fanfic

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goodqueenaly · 2 years ago

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I’ve talked before about comparing King Louis IX of France and Baelor the Blessed, but I’ve thought of two specific aspects of Louis IX’s reign which I would not at all be surprised if GRRM incorporated into Baelor’s reign.

First, In 1258 Louis IX banned trial by combat (at least within the royal domains). The real-world history of trial by combat is too complex and too detailed to summarize in this post, but it is enough to say that Louis IX’s decree aimed at replacing a trial by combat or battle system with one closer to what we associate with justice systems today - that is, an inquiry of witnesses under oath, with the accuser required to bring multiple witnesses. Louis IX, famous for his deep and zealous personal piety, may have been influenced by theological arguments against trial by combat: Agobard of Lyon, for example, argued in the eighth century that trials by combat falsely associated God with the more violent and bloodthirsty side and found no basis in scripture (where plenty of unjust men emerged victorious), while Peter Cantor in the twelfth century considered trials by combat not only sinful temptations of God (by forcing God to perform a miracle on command at the moment of trial) but hypocritical nonsense (since, as he noted, despite the ostensible divine intervention overseeing the proceeding the parties involved inevitably chose the biggest and strongest champions they could, showing that they trusted only in skill at arms). Nor was Louis IX willing to concede on this point: when the aristocratic Enguerrand de Coucy hanged three squires found on his property and, following his arrest, demanded a trial by combat, Louis IX refused, eventually sentencing him to pay a heavy fine and lose control of the wood where the matter had occurred. Of course, Louis IX’s decree did not last forever, as his son and grandson reinstated the right and such trials continued to some extent for the next century and a half.

Turning to Westeros, I could certainly see this being a real-world source of inspiration which GRRM might very easily work into the reign of Baelor. Trial by combat is obviously a well-established legal remedy in Westeros, allowing anyone - or at the very least, any knight or aristocrat - to demand the right to fight (or have someone fight on their behalf) that the gods might decide on the just party. Nor has GRRM ignored the narrative possibilities provided by trial by combat, allowing readers to judge this particular justice system with a critical eye. So I could very much see where King Baelor might decree that trial by combat would no longer be permitted in his kingdom, perhaps mandating instead a sort of inquiry justice system of the type advocated by Louis IX. Indeed, GRRM would not have to reach far to produce in-world justification for such a decision on Baelor’s part. With Baelor’s well-established commitment to both peace (as demonstrated in his humble and contrite approach to Dorne following the killing of Daeron I) and charity, especially toward the smallfolk (hence his initiative to hand out bread to everyone in King’s Landing every day for a year), Baelor might well have viewed trial by combat as the senseless and sinful glorification of violence and bloodshed over neighborly love and forgiveness. Too, such a decree might have fueled the reported affection of the smallfolk toward Baelor the Blessed: unable to match the professional martial training highborn knights and other aristocrats often receive from early childhood, smallfolk might have appreciated having a justice system where such an advantage was eliminated, and where the whims of their politico-social superiors would be (at least in theory) checked by a formal requirement of proof. (Bonus points if, say, Baelor might have argued that trial by combat blasphemously handed to the Warrior the right of justice which belonged only to the Father, assumed that the Warrior would condone senseless violence, and/or prioritized the Warrior’s patronage of battle over the Crone’s patronage of wisdom.)

Second - and this is something that specifically comes up in The Accursed Kings (I know, it me) - the story of Saint Louis’ oak. In his life of Saint Louis, Jean de Joinville mentions how during the summer, Louis IX would, following Mass, take his place under an oak tree at his chateau of Vincennes, where anyone could come to him to have their case heard and issue judgement; in these open air forums, Louis IX would oversee the proceedings, even correcting his officials where they erred. Maurice Druon, well aware of this anecdote, refers to it several times over the course of the novels: Charles of Valois urges his nephew Louis X to hold an Assembly of all the provosts, treasurers and receivers at the chateau of Vincennes, although on the day of the Assembly, which “was held in the open air near the royal manor”, Druon notes that “[t]here had been some difficulty in deciding which was Saint Louis’s oak, since there were so many of them about”; when Philip, count of Poitiers becomes regent after the death of his brother Louis, he and his companions walk around the grounds of Vincennes and “[joke] a bit about Saint Louis’s tree, which they could not find”; and Robert of Artois bitterly refers to how people “remember only how he [i.e. Louis IX] dealt out justice under an oak” when reflecting on the reign of Saint Louis (and adding that by “listening to the lies of bumpkins, [Louis IX] wasted the time he should have been devoting to the kingdom”).

Again, I could very much see GRRM having Baelor the Blessed take up this particular tradition (perhaps even in conjunction with the banning of trial by combat). Indeed, it may even be a happy coincidence (if not specifically intended for this purpose by GRRM) that the heart tree of the Red Keep godswood is an oak tree, just like the tree beneath which Louis IX was said to have dispensed justice. For King Baelor, who wore a crown of vines and flowers - perhaps, as I’ve suggested before, to remind his subjects that he rejected all human ornamentation and glory, preferring the beauty provided by the Seven in nature - such a setting might have seemed to fit perfectly with his worldview. Not for Baelor, perhaps, the Iron Throne, forged by the creatures used to justify what he may have considered a heretical doctrine and sat by his heretically incestuous ancestors; his seat of justice would be one created by the Seven, representing not the (literally) towering ego of the Targaryens but the life-giving power of the (new) gods. (Indeed, to that point, Baelor might not have ignored the potent imagery of sitting beneath the godswood’s tree: even though the Red Keep had (and has) never been a formally old gods-worshipping seat, the heart tree still ostensibly represented the old gods; by appropriating it for his a reign devoted to the precepts of the Faith of the Seven, Baelor might have wanted to rebaptize, so to speak, this tree as a tool of the Seven rather than a temple of the old gods.) Too, by opening himself up to all classes, Baelor would again help engender that love from the smallfolk for which he is now known: just as he would empty his royal treasury for the direct betterment of his capital’s subjects, so he would open the royal gates for direct intervention in their causes of justice, allowing himself to be seen and heard by the people he ruled far more than any Targaryen monarch before him. Where Baelor’s aristocratic subjects might have agreed with Robert of Artois that such a system let “the lies of bumpkins” distract him from the cares of state, Baelor might well have thought that it was his divine duty to personally oversee the Father’s work of justice on earth, whatever the consequences for his reign (just as he ignored the unrest that followed his decree exiling sex workers and their children from the capital).

What I like about both of these ideas is the way in which GRRM, by incorporating them, might make Baelor’s reign somewhat more complex and interesting. That Baelor was not an effective monarch for Westeros is a point made in both TWOIAF and the main series: Yandel writes that “some have wondered if the king's near death in Dorne did not affect his mind in some way, for as the years of his reign progressed, his decisions grew ever more zealous and erratic”, while Jaime, Cersei, and Tyrion have all voiced criticisms of the Septon-King. Yet these critical views do not have to be untrue or groundless for Baelor’s reign to reflect genuinely - if perhaps unintentionally - progressive reforms of Westeros’ justice system. Maybe GRRM would enjoy the possibility for irony in writing Baelor as such - that the king (not unreasonably!) lambasted as a fanatical fool was the first one to try to eliminate a system any modern reader might see as nonsensical and brutal in favor of something very roughly similar to the basic elements of a modern justice process. Too, by adding these aspects to Baelor’s reign, GRRM might strengthen the overarching narrative I think he’s already established of the power struggle between the crown and its vassals in the wake of the extinction of the dragons. Just as Maurice Druon lauds Louis IX as a king who “enlightened by devotion, began to establish the unity of law, building upon royal justice”, so Baelor might - again, perhaps somewhat or even entirely unintentionally - be seen in his own time or after as a king who, by such reforms to the Westerosi justice system, sought to assert the royal authority above that of his vassals; by taking away the right to trial by combat (already largely, if not necessarily exclusively, associated with knights and aristocrats) and by personally dispensing justice under his oak, Baelor might undermine (or, again, be seen to undermine) that right to local justice (and favoritism of local ruling nobles) so prized by the crown’s vassals. In turn, Baelor’s reign might have even more influence upon the much more intentionally reforming rule of his first cousin thrice removed Aegon V: while our Egg might have looked to Baelor for a sort of divine sanction on his reforming designs, citing this sainted indirect ancestor as precedent for his actions, his opponents might have derided the king as even more foolish than Blessed Baelor, each one a tyrant king looking to ride roughshod over the liberties of the lordly class.

#asoiaf meta #baelor i targaryen #louis ix of france #historical parallels #real world inspiration #the accursed kings

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manjiroscum · 4 years ago

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blood, guts, and angel cake

— “The pretty lies, the ugly truth.”

Character/s: Bonten!Ran Haitani and Rindou Haitani.

Warnings: f!reader, dubcon (consent was given in the end tho), yandere themes, manipulation, curse words, sexual themes, spit roasting, cheating, forced restraining (reader receiving), murder, violence, stalking, kidnapping, gore, a lot of pet names. Caution, the reader has yandere tendencies as well. Minors don't interact.

Note: I don't condone any heinous acts committed below. It is all for fictional purposes. If you don't like what it contains, feel free to skip it.

Synopsis: The saying that birds of the same feather flock together ring with truth. You weren't so different from them as you initially thought.

✃WC: 3.8k

Part 1 | Part 2

Sweet and one who never talks back, it was no surprise that several women in your department would lust after your boyfriend. Who wouldn't when he was kind, compassionate and the perfect gentleman? Certainly, you won't pass up the opportunity to date him. You weren't stupid. So when he asked you out—not letting you exert much effort to capture his attention—your answer was an instant "yes".

Dating for three months, it has been quite peaceful, to say the least. No one dared to come between you and your cute boyfriend—those who did meet fates worse than death. Yet, it was justified. He often bends his own will to keep you happy. Men like him were a rare catch to find in this concrete jungle where a quick fuck would suffice.

You were complacent—sure that the love between you two won't fade away soon even as you refuse to have sex with him to test his patience. What good was his title of being the company's renowned gentleman if he kept urging you, correct? And you always reminded him of your love, explicitly or by secret.

He loved the little sandwiches or cookies you make, eating them without hesitation nor curiosity on what they possibly contained. And by that, you knew it was a match made in heaven.

If he were indeed to pass your test with flying colors, a great reward was waiting for him at the end—teasing and dangling it above his head to keep him interested.

And once this week ends—after the dinner date he proposed this Saturday—you were going to give yourself to him.

"Do you see yourself marrying him, [Y/N]?"

Smiling softly at your co-worker, you shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know. We're taking things slow right now. Plus, we're all average employees... Getting married costs a lot you know." Sipping the iced coffee in your hand, you went quiet as your co-worker continued to ramble about weddings so grand and everything that a fairytale would seem like. Unaware of the stolen stares from a certain man in the corner, eyeing you up and down.

It was when your friend pointed out the creepy action that you caught amethyst irises staring at you intently. His slicked-back hair matched his eyes and the suit he wore was pressed meticulously, not a single wrinkle in sight. He was a handsome man indeed, but the tattoo peeking out of his neck made you go rigid. Quickly, you averted your gaze away and whispered to your friend that it was time to go.

Such an encounter with a dangerous man in a quaint diner—one from the notorious criminal organization called Bonten—was enough to make you shiver as you rode the elevator, getting ready for work. However, you knew those kinds of individuals rarely show themselves in public and often worked under the veil of night. Figuring you won't see him again, the day went on normally. Your sweet boyfriend keeps you occupied from recalling vivid images of the handsome stranger and his striking purple eyes.

You never thought you would see him again, though—especially the next day during lunch break. He was sitting in the exact same spot, a mug of coffee in his hand. Except this time, someone tagged along.

Both of them were wearing suits, giving anyone the impression that they were your average businessmen working in the area if it weren't for the matching ink on their necks. The same violet irises that followed your every move.

They weren't even trying to hide it. And the way that their gaze bore holes into your back made you squirm on your seat each time.

Perhaps it was high time to find another place to have lunch, right?

"Is this seat taken?"

You paused on your thoughts, palms as cold as ice as you glanced up from your phone to stare back at the same purple hues you dreaded to come into eye contact with. The two of them were standing next to you. The tallest gesturing to the two empty seats on your table. Your friend was nowhere as she had to finish her paperwork over break. Your boyfriend? Based on the tracking device you placed on his bag, the map on your phone displayed that he was still in his own office.

In short, you had no one to ask for help if things went south.

Swallowing thickly, you shook your head at his question. The grins on their faces grew as they sat, eyes staring and observing. It was awfully awkward for you, unable to speak or voice out your inquiry as to why they were doing this until the shorter one in stature broke the silence with a smirk on his equally good-looking face.

"You were right, Ran. She is indeed a beauty."

"Of course, I'm right." Ran leaned closer, diminishing the space you kept in check as you inched away. "With a beautiful little lady such as her, you won't have to visit the whore house again."

"I have a boyfriend," you bluntly stated. Brows pinched at his smug expression. "And I have no interest in becoming a replacement for your... whores? I wonder how your mother would feel if she heard that."

The other whose hair was styled in a mullet whistled lowly, pointing at his companion. "She's got a bite, too. Are you sure you could handle this one, brother? Why don't you give her to me?"

So, they are brothers...

Ran rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Rindou. You know there is nothing more exhilarating to me than to tame a brat." Gaze flickering back to you, he chuckled, "I'm always up for a challenge."

You made a face.

Handsome, they were, but their mouths were as dirty as their minds.

"And if she turns out to be good, I have no qualms of sharing her," Ran added, which made his brother shake his head. "What do you say, darling? Wanna come with us and have a good time? Maybe you'll prefer us over your boring boyfriend."

Heaving a sigh, you propped your chin on your hand with narrowed eyes.

"The fact that you two are talking about me as if I'm not sitting next to you—as if I'm just an object—is enough reason for me to avoid your advances." Clicking your tongue, you continued as if your fear flew out the window. Forgetting for a moment, that these men were a part of the nefarious Bonten gang. "Besides, there is no way you could offer me a good time—most men who say that do the opposite all the time. All bark but no bite. How would I know what you're telling me is true?"

Instead of answering you, Ran fished for something in the pockets of his suit jacket. A business card was given to you. All black with only the address and a logo of an angel in a seductive pose printed on the front. You took it hesitantly, confused.

"Go to that address and meet us there this coming Saturday," Ran purred, leaning close to blow into your ear. Goosebumps littered the skin of your nape and arms. "If you go, you'll know we mean business." Taking a few strands of your hair, he pressed it against his nose and inhaled the scent of your shampoo. It was enough to intoxicate him—more potent than the strongest liquor. You were a piece of heaven he was more than willing to keep—sweeter than cake.

He wanted more, but he knew better than to scare off his prey.

He had to lure you into their den first. But if you weren't willing, then relying on force was the answer.

"It's best that you do, angel," Rindou added lowly, gaze lingering on your neck as he licked his front teeth at the thought of marking it. "Don't keep us waiting. I like you so it would be such a shame if you pass up this opportunity while we're being nice."

"You heard him." Leaning back, Ran winked at your wide-eyed expression. "See you there, princess."

Of course, you wouldn't. Who'd be stupid and go to a sketchy address to meet suspicious people you only just met? Could you even consider this a proper meeting when they barged into your private space without warning?

All you did was stare at their backs as they walked out of the diner, finally leaving you alone with your jumbled thoughts. The thumping of your heart slows down to its normal rhythm, lungs expelling the air you were holding in.

Would it be a sin to say, though, that despite their crass words and shameless flirting, they do have the talent to make any woman's heart flutter?

You didn't show up, putting the request at the back of your mind as you waited for your boyfriend to pick you up from your apartment. But at the last minute, he had to bail.

Frustration ran through the course of your veins as you yanked the pearl necklace off of your neck. The shiny circular objects flew across the room as you huffed in annoyance.

What could possibly be more important than you? Surely he could turn down a meeting, correct? Wasn't he looking forward to this day?

All the while, as you waited for the dinner date to come, Ran and Rindou's form of showing affection materialized as gifts since that day, reminding you of them despite your efforts in forgetting that fateful encounter. Ranging from mountains of roses to designer clothes.

And today, after spending the entire evening and Sunday brooding about your boyfriend's no-show act, your co-workers gushed at the gift sitting on your desk—one that came without fail every morning.

They were curious as to who was your secret admirer—admirers, you correct to yourself—and how you met them. One even thought it was your sweet naive boyfriend until they laid eyes on the baby pink Birkin bag. There was no way he could afford it even if he were to save up for three years and they knew that.

"Who is it, [Y/N]? Do you know who it is?"

"Silly, there isn't even a card or anything to reveal their identity. That's why it's a secret admirer!"

"How I wish someone could give me a Birkin too!"

Palms growing sweaty, you hid the gift under your desk as numerous questions raced through your mind as to how they figured out where you were working, where your desk was... How they managed to enter the company without arousing suspicion. Do they even know your full name at this point? They must know—how else would they know what company you worked in and where your work desk was located?

Terrifying. It terrified your wits at how easy it was for them to obtain your information. At this time, you were too scared to ask yourself what they do not know about you.

"Babe, are you okay?"

For once, your boyfriend wasn't swamped with paperwork. Using this chance to make amends for his absence last Friday. He joined you for lunch at a restaurant further away from the company in fear of catching Ran and Rindou's attention. You never went back to the diner and you had no plans to.

"Yeah, I'm good." Shooting him a reassuring grin, you stood up and pointed in the direction of the restrooms. "Let me go and freshen up for a bit before the food arrives."

However, before you could reach the doorknob, an overwhelming smell was forced into your nostrils. Handkerchief laced with Chloroform was pressed against your nose, muffling your screams. It didn't take too long for you to blackout and fall into the waiting arms of Rindou Haitani.

Waking up in an unknown room has never been scarier, what more after you recalled how you were brought here. Hands and legs tied by a rope, you found yourself on what seemed to be a bed. A whine escaped your lips at the stinging pain around your wrists as well as your back after having been lying down for god knows how long.

"Shh... what's wrong, angel?" Rindou cooed, emerging from the shadows, and was instantly by your side, and gently massaged your wrist after seeing the red marks marring the supple flesh. Eyes wide at the sight of him, your curse under your breath as you try and wiggle your wrists. Rindou shook his head at your attempt to release yourself.

"Tsk, as much as I want to remove those, you might run away from us. Catching and bringing you here was already a pain in the fucking ass, so..." Breath fanning your quivering lips, he smiled sadistically. "If you promise to be a good girl, I'll remove those restraints. What do you say, hm?"

Figuring it to be better than the current humiliating position you were in, you gave him a small nod. "P-please... Don't hurt me. I'll do anything, just don't kill me—"

"Kill you?" Joining his brother, Ran stood a few feet away from the bed, smoking a cigarette, you were laying on as Rindou started untying the rope around your wrists. "Why on earth would we do that, darling? Because you didn't show up when we told you to? Don't paint us like those monsters, [Y/N]..." Bending down, he grabbed you by your jaw, blowing the smoke to your face, and smirked. "We're much scarier."

"I thought we wouldn't do anything yet?" Rindou questioned, brow perked at his older brother's statement. "Shouldn't we let her decide first? Show her why we are better than her bastard of a boyfriend in the other room."

"W-what have you done to him?" Seeing concern flood through your eyes made both of them click their tongues in disapproval. "You won't hurt him, would you? He hasn't done anything!"

Throwing the ropes that bound you to the side, Rindou chuckled at how distraught you were. What did you see in your boyfriend to have you reacting this way? Still, it was entertaining to see you all helpless.

"Angel, you won't be worrying about scumbags like him once you see the photos we have."

"P-photos?"

Sitting up straight, you took the photos which Ran held out like free candy. Fingers trembling at what it may contain, you inhaled sharply at the colorful shots of your boyfriend and a woman walking in the streets of Tokyo. And that wasn't all.

They were kissing—hugging like they were newlyweds who couldn't stray afar from each other. Laughing the night away as if you never existed in your boyfriend's life.

"Are you sure you still want to date this motherfucker?" Rindou whispered; his index finger gliding on the expanse of your back and gripping the zipper of your top. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his cool lips kiss the sensitive flesh there, trailing down with his tongue tasting you. Unclasping your black bra, he bit back a moan as he pushed it away to resume his descent. He then stopped at the cloth of your pencil skirt. "Not only does he cheat behind your back with one woman—he has been sleeping with multiple women even before you two were dating officially. A real fucker who doesn't deserve you nor your little heart."

"B-but I love him... I always try to remind him that every single day..." you mumbled more to yourself. Rindou laughed, fingers now hovering on the zipper of your pencil skirt before pulling it down. Ran stepped up in front of you to remove your shirt, but halfway through it, you pulled back and cover your breasts that were about to be exposed to their hungry violet hues.

Steadfast on the belief that your boyfriend wouldn't commit the sort of treason they were accusing him of, you felt your whole world shatter at their words. After everything you did to keep competition away and have him focus solely on you—after planting a tracking device and monitoring him without his knowledge—there was no way he was seeing another woman. No way!

"T-these are photoshopped... right? Tell me these aren't real!" you almost screamed, throwing away the photos as tears start to stream down your cheeks at the image of your boyfriend with other women. Clasping the hem of Ran's suit jacket, you shook your head in denial, uncaring of how your tits bounced at the action. The movement did not go unnoticed to the elder brother, the image now ingrained into his mind and went straight to his hardening cock. "If you really do care about me, tell me the truth... Tell me!"

"Darling, why would we ever lie to you?" Palm cupping your cheek, he leaned down to kiss your forehead with a coo. "There's no way to photoshop his traitorous actions. If you still don't believe it... perhaps you want to see a video of him entering a love motel with one of his women?"

"Be rational, angel," Rindou muttered, successfully peeling the shirt off of you along with your black bra. Your nipples grew stiff after it was exposed to the cold atmosphere of the room. With a yelp, you tried to cover them up but Ran was faster than you—gripping your hands to keep you from hiding your beautiful tits.

"Darling, just accept the truth that he cheated on you," Ran urged, capturing your lips into a heated kiss. Squirming at his tight hold on you, a muffled groan was all you could make as you tried to pull back from the dizzying kiss and Ran's warm tongue invaded your mouth. The taste of liquor and cigars was strong in his mouth, it made your head spin. All the while, Rindou pinched your hard nipples, earning a squeak from you.

"Now that you know... what do you intend to do, princess?" Rindou mumbled into the crook of your neck as he planted a few kisses there. "Do you still want him? Or would you rather be with us? I promise we will treat you so much better than any man could." Licking the flesh under your ear, he then bit your earlobe. Hands pulled down your pencil skirt until it pooled around your hips, enough for his slender digits to dip into your lace panties where your damp cunt was waiting. Rubbing your clit, Rindou hummed at your arousal despite how you attempted to fight off their advancements. Your body was definitely betraying you. He let out a hiss at how warm it was inside you, pushing in a finger as he marveled at how tight you were.

"Just say the word, angel, and you will be ours as we will be yours—forever. You'd want that, won't you? To be fucked like a slut by two men? He wouldn't be able to spoil you as we can. Fuck you like we can."

And if you didn't like that, they would make you like it. If they couldn't have you, no one will.

"Darling..." Ran moaned into your mouth, lapping up the droll at the corner of your lips. He longed for this day to come and here you were, finally within his grasp. If he could plunge his aching cock into your velvet walls right now, he'll die a happy man.

Speechless, your whole body went still as you processed the new information. In the eyes of the brothers, you were vulnerable and pliable under their heavy gaze. As much as you wanted to run, you couldn't deny your little dark heart of the feeling of having two dangerous men wrapped around your thumb. What was your boyfriend good for anyway? He has been cheating behind your back, fucking other women despite saying you were the only one he has ever loved. If anything, you should hate his fucking guts. Paint a pretty picture with his blood and guts and give it to one of his whores as a present. Probably even pluck out an eyeball and use it as a golf ball during the company trip scheduled next week.

They were right.

Your boyfriend was a bastard who doesn't deserve you or your twisted heart filled with love that rivaled the depth of the ocean.

"Then... do as you please," you whispered after you pulled away from Ran's kiss, pulling on his necktie to bring him closer as you stared at him with lust-filled eyes. How long has it been since you had a cock in your pussy? You had been abstaining ever since you fell for your cheating boyfriend and now? All that effort has been put to waste. Right now, you wanted to quell the desire between your legs and just have the brothers rail you until tomorrow. Denying these devilishly handsome men seemed like a sin now. And you would rather have them than your traitorous boyfriend in the other room. "I don't care about him anymore. Kill him if you must, but I'd rather bathe in shit than accept his pathetic excuses."

Ran and Rindou practically beamed at your words, wasting no time to undress you fully and take their turns in pounding your needy cunt that was dripping with slick. You didn't bother to cover your moans, almost screaming for more—hoping for your boyfriend to hear you getting fucked by Ran as Rindou shoved his dick down your throat, thrusting hard as he fisted your hair.

"God, she's taking me like a trained slut!"

"Her cunt is so fucking tight, too. Almost like a virgin's!" Ran groaned, pinching your clit that made you almost cream around his cock. "Bet you would want to be stuffed full, huh? No worries, princess. We will do just that—every day if we must—a testimony of our love!"

Pussy clenching around Ran's cock, your eyes rolled back at the delicious high you were close to reaching. Almost braindead due to the brothers' fat cocks abusing your holes, you missed the firing of a gunshot in the other room and the muffled screams of your boyfriend until the light of life left his eyes—unable to tell you that the Haitani brothers blackmailed him. Unable to tell you how those photos were staged and how their obsession for you was borderline insane. That you had to get out of their web of deceit.

But of course, dead men tell no tales.

And you, with your cunt still leaking of Ran and Rindou's cum all mixed together, blissfully sleeping in their bed while the eldest brother scanned the apps on your phone.

The smirk on his lips grew wide as he found the tracking app you installed—the same app he and Rindou had on their phones that they used to track you. The red dot still pulsing on the screen, signaling where your boyfriend's abandoned bag was.

"I knew it. She's one of us, after all."

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goldentsum · 4 years ago

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— love, you can’t run away from me forever.

PAIRING: soulmate! suna rintarou x reader

GENRE: smut, soulmate au but make it dark

WORDCOUNT: 5.5k

SUMMARY: growing up in a world filled with soulmates was magical but with news about people going crazy and killing people for their “love” made suna repulsive to the idea of soulmates though when you came along, he finally understood why those people did it.

WARNING: dark content, smut, noncon, manipulative tendencies, cussing/cursing, creepy! and delulu! suna, mean! reader, masturbation (male), photos and audio recording taken w/o consent, kidnapping, oral sex (fem receiving), bdsm, sadistic! suna, dom! suna, violence, abuse, blood, suna is a dick, reader who tries to fight back

AUTHOR’S NOTE: another one cus why not! you guys seemed to liked my first dark fic so here’s another one! <3 might be bad idk prob cus of my writing HAHAHHA also, suna just being a creepy and psychopathic aquarius. DO NOT INTERACT/READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OR DON’T LIKE THIS TYPE OF CONTENT.

REMINDER: this is not love and i do not condone this type of behavior. do not romanticize this, this is fiction and in no way am i telling people this is okay. if you don’t like content like this, please click away or block the tag tw.darkcontent

‘the world is fucked up,’ suna thought, looking at his phone as he saw all types of news about people killing and committing all types of felonies to prove that their love for their soulmates were real.

the stoic male grimaced at one news he came upon when he scrolled up, a young man killed his family and friends because “he doesn’t need anyone else beside his soulmate”. now that was fucked up. suna never thought he'd lose faith in humanity even more with each passing day. it was actually impressive with how fucking stupid and delusional people get when the topic of soulmates come up.

gold eyes narrowed at the inked skin of his wrist. “(l/n) (y/n)” or whoever that is better not mind never having a soulmate because there’s no way in hell suna’s going to be all lovey-dovey and accept the soulmate bullshit.

he thinks that soulmates are a scam. it was a hoax to make people do stupid shit and suna will not tolerate that type of bull. if he’s gonna end up with someone, it’ll be because he likes them not because of ‘fate’ or whatever decided it for him.

he will never conform to society and its standards.

“suna! what’s with the ugly face?” atsumu snickered, plopping down on the seat beside suna making the taller male groan.

“oh fuck off, atsumu. i’m not in the mood for your bullshit”

“when have you ever been in a mood for bullshit?”

suna raised a brow and hummed, “good point”

atsumu shook his head and turned to the counter where his brother was standing behind. “’samu! i want 3 tuna onigiris!”

osamu glared at his brother and scowled, “get it yourself, lazy ass”

“i’m paying you!” atsumu whined like the little brat he is but osamu ignored him and tended to the other customers in his shop. suna groaned at the noise, “for fuck’s sake, tsumu. shut up. your voice is so annoying”

atsumu glared at the man and punched his shoulder, making suna winced and scowled at his former teammate from highschool. the older miya twin huffed and ignored his words, continuing what he was about to say before suna insulted him, “anyway! what i was trying to say earlier was that people around us are finding their soulmates while i’m stuck with you bums! how is that fair?!”

suna groaned, annoyed, at the same old topic of soulmates. “soulmates are overrated. it’s a scam. you’re lucky you haven’t met yours yet if anything.”

the setter scoffed at suna’s old same line of bitterness towards the topic of soulmates, “what’s with you, anyway? what’s with the bitterness towards soulmates?”

“it’s bullshit, is all” suna replied easily, not bothered nor giving a shit. atsumu smirked and threw an arm over the male’s shoulder, “one day, you’ll meet your soulmate and everything’s gonna change.”

“did you just curse me or?”

“I don't know, did i?”

oh for fuck’s sake. atsumu really did cursed him. suna stared in awe, uncharacteristically so, at you while you glared at him. you clicked your tongue when his gaze was still as dazed and lovesick since you two have met.

“fuck off, rintarou! i told you i don’t want any soulmate bullshit!”

suna chuckled with a small blush on his cheeks, “i love it when you call me, rintarou--”

“because that’s your name, stupid! you know what, i’m not even gonna bother. and for the last time, stop following me!” you growled, stomping off to get away from your creep of a soulmate but the man didn’t mind your words. it was quite amusing to him to be honest.

you’re so cute and small and so angry at the world that it’s so endearing to him. with every glare you give him, it sends pleasant shivers down his spine. ah, so this is what it felt to be with your soulmate. it’s addicting. you two could rule the world together if you want to.

“love, you can’t run away from me forever. i’m your soulmate”

you groaned at the persistent male, “i don’t want you as a soulmate! why can’t you understand that?!”

suna stopped following you after your harsh words. you also stopped, your anger subsiding a bit when you realized what you said and all of a sudden, there was a pain in your heart. you cursed at the soulmate bond that was not letting you reject your fate. guilt resurfaced in your gut when you looked at suna who’s staring at the ground, eyes hidden under his bangs.

“r-rintarou?.. look i’m sorry, okay. but i don’t really want any soulmate business in my life-...” you tried to explain but quickly cut your words off when suna started chuckling.

scared and terrified at the creepy laugh and unexpected action, you stepped back and looked at him with wide eyes. suna then looked up at you and smirked, the dark glint in his eyes gave you the creeps, his breath heavy as he panted like a dirty pervert! his eyes were so filled with emotions. lust, obsession, and ‘love’ but you don’t even know if you can call it ‘love’...

“did you feel that? it shows... no matter what you do. we’re connected.”

oh fuck no. this psycho is not worth it. you grimaced at his words and turned back around swiftly, walking faster to get away from him.

“fate will always bring us together, (y/n). the quicker you accept that, the easier life gets” you heard him shouted after you and it only made you quicken your actions, heart beating rapidly at what just happened.

suna smirked at your figure as it grew smaller and smaller. he figured he’d let you go for now. it’s not like you can hide from him. you can try but the ink on your skin will always remind you where you belong and that’s with him.

the tall male looked at his phone, the screen showing a picture of you sleeping. he traced your features through the phone with a loving sigh and quickly stuffed it back to his pocket. he whistled a small tune under his breath on his way back home, his thoughts filled with you.

suna walked inside his apartment, shrugging his shoulders to loosen the tight muscles. he groaned in annoyance when his shoes got stuck on his foot but quickly shook it off. the moment he was in his bedroom, he removed his shirt and plopped down on the bed, opening his phone again.

in his phone, there was a whole album of you. sleeping, eating, at the gym, when you were at the library. suna also opened one of the files in his phone as sounds of you breathing when you were sleeping echoed in the room.

a small moan escaped the phone, suna’s eyes shining slyly at the sound. oh how he wants to hear it in person. he wants to hear every lovely sound you can make. he wants to know everything about you.

what type of weather do you like? do you like cereal at night like him? do you have a special place for cats in your heart like he does? do you hate heat like him? and do you like getting fucked so hard the only thing you can do is scream?

suna sighed at the last thought as rapid images of what you would look like popped in his head. would you look pouty? would you cry? would you be quiet and shy? or would you moan like a bitch in heat?

the familiar twitch in his sweats made suna antsy. a hand drifted to his pants to palm himself through the cloth.

suna massaged his hardening cock through his pants, letting out sighs as he did so. your soft breathing from the phone was making him harder. he imagined you beside him, sleeping. looking so innocent and safe from all the vile things of the world. safe with him.

your plump lips curled into a small pout as your brows furrows while you dream then waking up, needy for him. suna groaned and swiftly tugged his sweats and boxers off him. he spat on his hand, hissing when he started stroking his thick cock. drifting to the sensitive head of his cock, he massaged it with the slick spit as it ooze out pre-cum.

he quickly coated his digits with the precum and slicked his twitching cock with it for the smooth friction he was craving. he panted at the feeling when he tightened his grip on his dick, trying to imagine your tight wet pussy instead.

“s-shit, baby... feels so good’“ he slurred, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of the tight grip, stroking himself to a slow rhythm. in his mind, he can see your pretty face.

he can imagine you on top of him, rolling your hips slowly to not overstimulate yourself with his large cock inside of you. suna licked his lips, a small smirk appearing on his face as he imagined the cute little noises you made when you tried to fit him in you.

his thick cock hitting so deeply inside you but oh how you like it, you slut. you’d look so gorgeous, moaning on top of him, hands on his chest whilst you ride him.

“r-rintarou” he can hear your lewd voice calling out, your breath getting heavier with each stroke of his cock, dragging in your tight wet walls. your big doe eyes filled with tears as you look down at him, trying to get some help from him to fuck you good already.

he cursed when he felt a familiar band trying to snap in his lower stomach, his hand getting faster. wet slapping sounds echoed in the room along with your soft breathing on his phone. his violent and aggressive movements were getting him closer to his release.

this is how he wants it to be. him fucking you so violently making you cry, hands gripping you tight that your pretty skin would bloom with violets and blue.

he can already see it, how your tongue will roll out your pretty lips whilst you get fucked so hard that all you can do is lay and scream for him, your soulmate. your other half. you belong to him.

“ha-ah-!” suna groaned deeply when his release hit him, thick warm cum hit his clenching abs as the spiraling pleasure made him shiver. his hand pumping his dick fast to ride his orgasm, his chest heaving deep pants. the male gulped down, trying to wet his dry throat as he slowly calmed down. lazy yellow eyes stared up in the white ceiling of his bed.

he needs you. he wants to feel you. he wants to be with you. now.

you sighed as you walked home to your apartment, it has been a week since your crazy soulmate tried to bother you in accepting him and it was making you jumpy. his eyes just showed so much when you last saw him that it made you paranoid with every movement that was happening around you.

you entered your room, exhaling a deep breath of relief as you felt the warm air of your safe home. it was nice to be in your apartment again. no one to bother you. safe from the crazy man that suddenly stopped messing with you.

after shrugging off your coat, you enter your kitchen to get a glass of water. all the overthinking about the mess that fate got you into was making your head hurt. as you greedily gulped down the water to soothe your dry throat, a movement from the dark living room made you choke on it.

“shit” you cursed and looked at the wet floor. you put the glass down and looked at the dark living room, trying to catch any movement. you then quietly went to the knives beside you and grabbed one, walking cautiously through the room. you flickered the lights on, ready to strike if something attacked you, but as the lights went on, you sighed in relief when you saw no one.

you let your hand drop beside you, rolling your eyes at yourself at the paranoia. you cursed the man that did this. now you were overthinking stuff and seeing shadows.

when you were about to turn around, a large hand covered your mouth and tightly gripped your wrist that held the knife, making it clunk to the floor as you screamed but the hand muffled it.

“stop fuckin moving already.. you’re gonna just tire yourself” the familiar voice made your body stiff, your blood went cold. crying against his hand when you felt his lips touch your ear, teeth grazing it.

“you’re so pretty” he cooed, his voice heavy and slow. tears pricked your eyes as you struggled against his hold but the tall man was obviously stronger than you being an athlete. you tried to stomp on his feet but the man nudged you forward with his weight as you two tumbled into the couch.

you can feel the vibration of his chuckle as his chest was against your back. you heard him sigh and a small grind on your ass was enough to make you feel disgusted and dirty.

“i apologize for this next action, (y/n)” suna muttered beside your eyes and he leaned back, quickly turning you around. before you could even scream, pain blossomed on your cheek. your vision turned blurry at the impact, dizzy.

this motherfucker just punched you. you faced him again and spat the blood on his face, your lip busted as well. “f-fuck you!”

suna growled at your actions but quickly smirked, wiping away the bloody spit on his eye while he held you down.

“a tough one~ i like that” he whispered and you could feel a hard nudge on your inner thigh making you grimace. this man was fucked up... he just got hard from punching you and you fighting back-

suna smirking down at you was the last thing you remember then everything went dark.

the room was cold. and your limbs ached with each movement you did. you opened your eyes and panic hit you when you couldn’t see anything. you tried to call out but there was a gag on your mouth.

you cried through the gag, you cursed everything. you hate fate for getting you into this mess. you curse soulmates bonds, you were right. soulmates are a bunch of bullshit. just look at where that ended you up in. most importantly, you hate him. if you can, you’ll kill him on the spot.

the fucking psychopath. your soulmate.

you bit the cloth on your mouth as the binds on your eyes got wet from the tears that escaped from your eyes. your feelings were a mess and all you could feel is anger, shame, and dread.

“oh, you’re awake. that’s good. i thought i hit you harder than i intended to, thank god that you’re okay” you heard the familiar voice that you loathe. you growled through your gag but suna could only laugh at your pathetic attempt of dominance when you’re gagged, blindfolded, and tied to the bed.

“now now, no need for that. we want to get along, don’t we” he muttered, walking closer to you and sat on the bed, beside you.

you flinched when you felt his weight beside you and his hands caressed your cheek. you whimpered at the dull pain when he touches your cheek. this fucker touched where he punched you--

“that looked like it’ll bruise” you growled again at his words. you wanted to scream at him. hit him. make him feel the pain of what he did to you.

your fussing about stopped and you stiffened when you felt him shift on top of you, going in between your legs. you tried to close your legs but his hands were faster than you.

he maneuvered you like a doll he owns, fixing you into a position he liked. suna gazed at your tied-up body, his cock already starting to harden in his pants. he wants to touch you already.

his hand went up and tugged your blindfold as he smiled at your dazed look that changed to a mean one. suna chuckled at your spirit. it was making him excited.

“you’re too cute, love” he muttered, leaning closer to your neck and nuzzled into you, taking in your scent loudly making you flinch in dread.

“you smell so sweet,” he said against your neck, an unconscious shiver running up your body. suna smirked when he felt it and continued to nuzzle his face in your neck. his hands touching and groping your body while you growled through the gag but he barely even paid attention to it, too caught up at the feeling of finally touching you and being with you.

“i wanna taste you~” he whispered lewdly, looking deep into your eyes with a smirk. your eyes widened at his words and mustered up all the strength you had and hit his head against yours.

you were disoriented after it but it was worth it when you heard his curse as he leaned away. your forehead was red you were sure and it’ll bruise with how hard his head was.

“you bitch-!” your moment of victory was cut off when large hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing it. you choked, wriggling around to get away from suna but he leaned all his weight on top of you.

he glared down at you, watching with sick satisfaction when your eyes slowly fluttered close and your struggling gradually ceased. suna can snap your neck right now if he wants to. the power he has over you almost made him drool, his cock twitching excitedly in his pants.

he let your neck go, heart beating fast when he saw finger marks on your neck, the shape of his hands on your skin. he watched you cough and try to inhale air, desperately.

suna then grasped your chin in a tight hold and turned you to face him, making your dazed eyes look up at him, “do that again and i’ll make you bleed.”

he let your chin go harshly and climbed off you, going out of the room. you gulped and intake the precious air, looking at the door with fear and anger.

being with suna was an absolute nightmare. you don’t know how long it has been since the psycho kidnapped you and it was agitating. you fought back but suna liked it because it gave him the excuse to hurt you. you knew this but you just can’t give him the satisfaction he craved of you submitting to him.

your body was slumped into the bed whilst you cried as suna ate you out. his fingers pumping viciously in and out of you, tongue lapping on your swollen clit. he denied you 4 orgasms already and your body was so sensitive from it.

“just fucking accept this already!” suna growled against your pussy, the vibrations sending violent shivers in your body. you writhe and keened, your body in his mercy.

you shook your head, tears streaming down your red and bruised cheeks. your neck was decorated with purple and red, bite marks and fingerprints alike. your wrists red and raw from the rope he used on you constantly.

“n-no!”

suna rolled his eyes at your disobedience but let you be. he knows you’ll be his good girl sooner or later. he just has to try harder, he guesses.

he sucked on your clit messily, tonguing your wetness. his fingers caressing your walls as he hit your g-spot making you arch your back. suna smirked and continued his ministrations, ignoring your pleading to let you cum already.

he felt your walls clenching on his fingers as he stopped altogether making you cry in desperation. suna leaned on his feet, admiring the way your body tried to hump him to get the satisfaction of cumming.

your body is so beautiful. before it was pristine and void of any marks and flaws but now your skin was decorated with purple and red courtesy of his love for you.

“you really wanna do this, (y/n)? you rather be a bad girl than be my precious girl?” suna tried to reason with you, his tone was as if he was talking to a child. you scowled at him, “fuck you, asshole!”

suna’s eyes turned dark at it. one thing he can’t tolerate was you saying such crude and bad words. he raised his hand and slapped you, the force of it made you turn to the side as you gasped at the pain.

blood dripped from your nose. suna then grabbed your cheeks, squeezing. he glared down at you. “when will you learn... and here i thought you were smarter than that”

you cried at the pain of his grip on your face and the sting of his slap was still there as his fingers pressed down to the bruises you had on your face. he shook your head, growling, “what do you say when you do something wrong”

he continued to shake you, your aching limbs hurt at the violent movements. you whimpered and unconsciously replied, “i’m sorry-!”

suna stopped and removed his hands from you. you looked up at him with teary eyes and saw him smiling softly at you. his mood swings were scary. you don’t really know what type of suna you’ll get before it’s too late...

“atta girl...” he muttered and started to remove his pants. you panicked at his actions and tried to move away but the painful slap on your thigh was enough to make you stop.

“now, let me fuck you”

suna grabbed your ankle and pulled you down on the bed further, closer to him. he pumped his cock at the sight of you, so pretty and crying

“rintarou please-! d-don’t!” you cried, feeling so helpless and all your fire from earlier and the past days gone. the dark-haired male grinned at your sobbing and fussing about.

“tsk. be a good girl, (y/n). just accept it.” he leaned closer to you, whispering against your wobbly lips. his dark yellow eyes stared straight into yours, lust swirling around his orbs. your body shook in fear and a small cry leaving your swollen lips.

in one swift movement, suna entered you. he captured your lips, muffling your screams because of him suddenly entering you. the wet squishing noises were triggering your tears. you felt disgusted with yourself that you were enjoying the stretch and the feeling of being filled up by this psycho.

maybe in another world where you two have met differently. a perfect world where things weren’t complicated. if you two worked it out and things were different then maybe you’ve actually loved him and accepted him as your soulmate. but not in this world. not now.

you cried when suna started moving, hitting your g-spot with every thrust. your body arched on the bed, feeling the pleasure. suna panted above you, arms caging you and his muscles contracting with every movement he does.

suna cursed at the feeling, it felt so good. you feel so good. your wet and squishy walls sucking him so eagerly. the lewd sounds of your wetness and his constant thrusting was making him more excited.

he stopped for a moment, pulling out from your pussy to put you in all fours and then entered you again when he moved you the way he likes. suna groaned, fucking deep into you. his tip grazing your cervix making you squeal. you can feel your orgasm coming faster because of the orgasms suna denied you earlier. you sobbed, hips unconsciously thrusting back to his dick.

the male chuckled breathily, sneaking a hand between your legs to play with your swollen clit. you choked on a moan when you felt him massaging your clit. you let your head plop down to the mattress, arms wobbly, and all you could do was moan as your body jerking at the pleasure suna was giving you.

“oh honey, you should see how slutty your body gets when i’m fucking you” he snickered behind you, hips never relenting with his fast and hard thrusts.

you felt tears trail down your bruised cheeks, you don’t know if it’s because of the shame you felt earlier or the pleasure. the fast circles suna gave your clit made you whine and moan as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

you howled at the satisfying feeling of the violent orgasm, finally cumming after the torture of not coming four times earlier. suna smirked at the way your body convulsed beneath him.

the unwavering fucking from behind was sending you to overstimulation and suna’s fingers still rubbed down your sensitive clit. you whined and keened, drool slipping past your lips.

“so fucked out” suna muttered and bent to lean against your back, his dick twitching in your wet walls. he then angled his thrust differently making you gasp.

he leaned back again, staring at your sweaty discolored back, from his bites from the past fun times you two had, and the way you leaned against the pillows as your pretty face contorting into a fucked out expression, so lewd.

a large hand trailed down to the back of your neck, grabbing it and letting you lean against suna’s chest. his hand then wrapped around your dainty neck, squeezing, as he felt the vibrations of your moans.

“pretty baby~”

his other hand gripped your hips, stilling your wiggling around as he fucked into your harder at the newly changed angle. you whimpered at the way his thick cock reached so deep into you.

suna moaned beside your ear, hips slowly losing his rhythm as he chased his own orgasm. his self-control snapping into something greedy and feral. he ignored your cries and fucked you so he can finally cum.

the way he used you wasn’t supposed to feel this good. although he didn’t have any intention to make you feel good, the way his dick stuffed your full and the way his thickness stretched you was made you feel the familiar band in your stomach trying to snap once again.

he unconsciously squeezed your neck, breath heavy, when he felt his orgasm getting closer. he growled, thrusting sloppily in you, the sounds of your wetness echoed in the room along with your broken moans and rasps. you can feel him twitching inside you sending you into another orgasm.

you screamed, body arching against suna. the way your pussy squeezed him and the feeling of you cumming again triggered his own. suna moaned, painting your insides with his cum as he rode his orgasm, ignoring your whining.

he panted, removing his hold on you and letting you hit and slump unto the bed. you whined at the action. suna pulled out of you as he admired the way your pussy was filled with his cum, dripping down to your thighs and down to the sheets. he licked his lips at the sight and leaned closer to you as if he was lured in.

you gasped and cried when you felt his tongue wiggling around your sensitive pussy. you squeezed your eyes close tightly, body shivering at the overstimulation but suna barely paid any attention to you. he only wanted to satisfy his desires.

you gazed at the plain ceiling, dully. the soft breathing of the insane male beside you was making you grimace. he just finished fucking you or what he calls, “soulmate bonding time” but all he did was make you cry.

the sun was up and it was probably noon now but suna normally sleeps in and today was no exception. the phone beside suna’s side on the table started buzzing, circling a little because of the vibration. you heard suna groaned, always the light sleeper. you quickly closed your eyes and hid your face in the covers and pillows.

you felt the male shifting and after a while, he started talking in his annoyingly attractive deep voice. sleep taking a toll in his vocal cords making it all husky. you internally cursed the soulmate bond trying to make you see him in another light or some bullshit like that.

“hey, what’s up?”

you continued to listen to the one-sided conversation as you pretend to be asleep. your heart skipped a beat when you heard suna’s words.

“yeah, come over. i’ll introduce you to her”

your body stiffened but tried to relax. maybe this was your chance to expose him. you have to try something, you can’t keep letting him do these things to you...

a soft sleepy groan, the sound someone makes when they stretch, rung inside the quiet room. the covers shifted a bit and a disgustingly familiar body heat hit your skin as two large hands caressed your skin.

“baby? i’m gonna introduce you to my friends, that’s okay right? it’s time i show off my pretty baby~” you heard him coo. you bit your lip, how can this man act like your relationship with him is normal... you then became painfully aware of the bruises and scars on your body making you self-conscious as you tried to make yourself smaller.

“they’ll see all of these” he whispered sweetly with a dazed look on his eyes as he traced the marks that were in purple-y and reddish hues that it was too nauseating to look at but suna thought it was so beautiful on you.

suna spent all afternoon dolling you up, fixing your short dress that shows every mark he gave you. your eyes looked at your reflection. you teared up at the sight. you didn’t look like yourself anymore...

tired eyes that sagged with dark bags under it. a deep purple bruise on your cheek. your bottom lip was cut from suna’s slap, neck decorated with hickeys and fingerprints, skin discolored.

the man behind you started whistling the godforsaken tune he always sang under his breath as he combed your hair. after fixing your hair, he let his hands down on your shoulders and looked at you through the mirror.

“ain’t you a pretty little thing...” he muttered, admiring you. you let your gaze shift down to your lap as the male carried you to the living room.

“now behave.” his word was final as always. do not question it nor do you go against it. or he’ll hurt you... again and again...

a loud voice cut through the quiet atmosphere in the apartment and impatient knocks was heard. “suna! open the damn door, already!”

the dark-haired male sighed and went to the door. your heart started beating a little too fast. when his guests see you, or your state, you’ll get away from here... or maybe he’ll hurt them too... you shook your head. trying to stay positive so you can get out of this hellhole.

a tall man with golden dyed locks entered the room along with someone who looked similar to him though their hair was different. honey brown eyes lock with your tired ones, you were hopeful when you saw the confusion in his eyes.

the man looked back to suna who stood next to him, you knew you were saved when the two identical men glared at him but then they started talking--

“geez! here i thought you’ll be gentler now that you met your soulmate!”

“suna? gentle? like hell. now where’s the food. you promised me food, suna”

your eyes got teary as you suppressed a gasp. of course, his friends were as insane as he was.

the golden haired male then smiled at you like there was nothing wrong. like he doesn’t see all the fucking bruises on your body, “hey, darlin’~ suna’s been beating you, huh? were you misbehaving~?”

suna growled at the man and shoved him, “shut the fuck up, atsumu” the two started bickering like everything was normal as they ignored you...

you sniffled and turned to the light nudged from your side, you looked at the other male that entered the apartment. the man offered you some pudding as a spoon was hanging from his lips. “you look like you need it, miss” he said, his face unfazed.

you took the pudding with shaking hands and lowered your head as the three men walked around the room, conversing with each other.

maybe, suna’s right... life would be easier if you just accepted him. you were stuck with him now and always and his name on your skin will forever be the reminder of that.

fate has a weird way of pairing people up and you can’t do anything about it.

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[4:04] Heart Not Found

a/n // disclaimer: I’d like to make it clear that I neither condone nor endorse any of the behavior described in this fic. Each of the characters acknowledges that it is beyond unacceptable and unjustified; this is merely meant to be an experimental look at the psychological processes within a yandere’s mind. Furthermore, this work is purely fictional and I do not claim to personally know exactly how any of the ateez members behave.

a/n: If there’s anything potentially triggering that I have forgotten to list in the warnings, please let me know and I’ll fix my mistake asap!! thank you <3

pairing: yandere!San x genderneutral!reader x pianist!boyfriend!Hongjoong

genre: angst

word count: 2602

warnings: non-idol AU, murder, descriptions of injuries, mentions of blood and death, mentions of knives, San is highly obsessive in this, he threatens the reader but doesn’t actually hurt them, kidnapping, trespassing, swearing, I did my best to keep the violence as vague as possible

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It was around 3am and you had yet to return home, and to say San was unnerved about this fact would be a massive understatement.

It wasn’t unusual for you to get home when it was already dark outside but it was never after midnight, much less in the early morning hours it was approaching now.

San tapped his fingers against the glass of his window anxiously as he watched the streets below attentively. You had turned off your phone a while ago, or at least that was the conclusion he drew after he stopped getting a signal from the tracker he had secretly managed to install on your phone.

3:12... why weren't you home yet?

His jaw went tense when he finally caught sight of you a few excruciatingly long minutes later, and he absolutely fumed as he saw you holding hands with another man he had never seen before in his life- he paused.

He did recognize the man, as none other than the pianist Kim Hongjoong who had been gaining quite a bit of popularity in the recent months. Kim Hongjoong, who he had gone to high school with until the older dropped out to focus on his career instead.

San didn't care much for that though, because a pretty face and a talent like Hongjoong's didn't mean he could love and care for you like you deserved it.

San believed that only he could give you everything you needed and wanted, and everything beyond that. Which was exactly why he was seeing red, punching the wall next to himself angrily. It caused his knuckles to bleed from the force behind the action, but the rage he felt overshadowed his pain.

Why didn’t you realize you were destined to be his and his alone? That you shouldn’t go whoring yourself out to other men? That only he should be the one to hold you in his arms, the one to protect you from everyone and everything.

He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t feel his attraction to you, why you insisted on turning a blind eye to him and found him “weird.” That’s what he assumed to be the case, at the very least.

San loved you, why was that so damn difficult for you to understand?

His narrowed eyes flickered over to the knife resting on his bedside table, and he had it clutched tightly in his bleeding hand within the blink of an eye.

He darted down the stairs without a second thought, blinded by the rage he felt deep within himself.

Meanwhile, outside, you were hugging your boyfriend goodbye for the night. His dark eyes shone innocently as he kissed your nose affectionately, causing you to giggle while still having your hands intertwined.

“So I’ll pick you up at 10 tomorrow for brunch, yeah?”

“Sounds good, Hongjoongie~ I’ll see you then.” You playfully blew him a kiss before he turned and walked off into the night, rounding the corner shortly after.

It was San’s time to strike, using your distracted state of mind to creep up behind you and tightly wrap an arm around your torso while he held the knife to your throat in warning.

You didn’t recognize his voice at first when he whispered into your ear, your brain much too clouded from the feeling of fear filling you, “If you make any sound at all, I’ll personally slit your throat and cut your vocal cords. You don’t want to lose an angelic voice such as yours, do you~?”

Realizing your situation was hopeless due to the unexpected amount of strength the man holding you possessed, you stopped trying to kick him and wrestle yourself free. This was the only answer he needed, starting to take slow and deliberate steps backwards from your house over to his. His hold on you remained tight, borderline suffocating even, just in case you would dare to get bold and try something.

He had left his door slightly ajar, kicking it shut behind him once he had finally brought you inside of his living space.

You still found yourself unable to figure out the identity of the man who had burst into your comfort zone out of nowhere but you didn’t want to find out what he was capable of doing to you if you attempted to resist whatever he was in the process of doing and pinpoint who he was, considering the amount of ease with which he snuck up and took hold of you just a few minutes ago.

Casually dropping his knife onto a nearby cupboard, he led you down the hallway of his house to a spacious bedroom. It was then a figurative lightbulb went off in your head and the fog clouding your mind cleared, upon seeing certain pieces of furniture he had placed in the room.

You had been here before. You had been in this house before when he had just moved in and his furniture was all over the place, he was the ‘cute neighbor’ who had offered you some coffee and invited you over to ‘get to know each other a little.’ Now all you needed to do was remember his name- it clicked. You remembered.

His grip on you (probably purposely) loosening, you whirled around and took a few steps away from him. San didn’t seem all too fazed by it though, simply grinning knowingly at you and crossing his arms while you did your best to subtly gain proper awareness of your surroundings.

It seemed like he noticed, however, because that was when he finally spoke up again.

“I was wondering how long it’d take you to recognize me, love. You know who I am, don’t you~?” His tone was so calm that it unsettled you to the point of having to avert your eyes, your head hanging low as you nodded hesitantly, hardly even noticing his use of the pet name.

“I knew it...~” San’s voice trailed off into a purr that you weren’t sure how to feel about, deciding that being wary was likely the smartest thing you could do in your current situation.

Too lost in thought, you didn’t realize he had stepped closer to you while you were internally debating with yourself, pleased that you seemed to remember what he said about speaking.

“Now, I have something to take care of for a little bit... I trust that you’ll be good and not leave this room.” Although a smile was painted on his features, it didn’t make his tone sound any less threatening. Not willing to find out what might happen if you didn’t react, you nodded once more.

“That’s my good dove~” All of it disgusted you - from the way he cooed at you, over the way his lips twitched upwards into a grin, to the way he looked at you like you were the only person in this twisted world.

You hated it and yet there you stood, in the middle of this sicko’s bedroom, frozen with uncertaintly and fear. You only scarcely resisted the urge to punch him in the face, watching closely as he left a few moments later and closed the door behind himself.

You heard him lock it as well, heaving a shaky sigh when you believed him to be out of earshot.

Your body shook with rage, how did he have the audacity to just kidnap you like that and walk away like he didn’t commit a goddamn felony? Your first instinct was to break something, and you figured that the window might be the first best thing - just in case it’d give you an opportunity to escape.

Looking around, you were quick to find a small hammer in a drawer. You swung it against the glass with every bit of force you could muster, only for the object in your hand to bounce back without leaving even so much as a crack. Dumbfounded by the fact that San had even reinforced his windows to keep you from leaving him, clearly having planned this for a while, you dropped the hammer next to you and sank to your knees.

You curled in on yourself, sobs wracking your body as you were forced to come to terms with the reality that you were trapped. Trapped in this room, trapped with your not-so-innocent-and-sweet neighbor.

Meanwhile, San’s steps were hurried as he sought out your boyfriend’s house, knife in hand while he occasionally glanced at his phone. It probably wasn’t very smart of Hongjoong to have his personal address publicized for fan mail purposes, considering how easily it could be exploited by people like San.

He should’ve been freezing out in the cold air at 3:35 in the very early morning, but the blood practically boiling in his veins kept him from being affected by it much. It was almost too easy for him to trespass onto the desired property when he finally reached it, breaking the lock on the door effortlessly with the blade of his knife.

Hongjoong had a habit of staying up as late as it was humanly possible, and it was rather common knowledge that he sometimes didn’t even sleep at all. As such, San was not the least bit surprised to faintly hear someone playing the piano when he stepped into the house as quietly as he could.

He followed the sound, eventually coming to a large room filled with a variety of instruments of different sizes. In the middle was, as San had to begrudgingly admit, a beautiful piano. Its seat was occupied by his very target, Hongjoong, who was aware of the younger man’s presence and let his fingers press against the black and white keys once more.

The sound the action produced was so disharmonious that it made San physically cringe as he stared the young pianist down, the latter of whom finally lifting his head with a deep, exasperated sigh.

“This is about y/n, isn’t it? I’ve noticed the way you look at-”

“You saw nothing! You know nothing! Do you have any fucking clue how painful it is to see the one you love with someone else, to not even have them spare you a single glance because of how little they care about you?” San was furious at this point, blinded by his rage, Hongjoong flinching and recoiling in his seat at the harsh tone employed by the other male as he continued, “I know you don’t. You were always the prodigy and excelled at what you did, got everything you wanted so easily... including the one thing I wanted too. I can’t live with that, and neither will you.”

“I-I didn’t- That’s not-” Hongjoong stammered, trying to defend himself before quickly realizing it was a futile endeavor when he saw San lunging at him with his knife clutched tightly in his hand. His reflexes were fast as he tried to reach for a nearby violin to whack the latter unconscious with but the crazed younger was, to his demise, much faster and pinned him to the surface of his piano while the keys beneath him produced another dissonant sound.

It didn’t exactly help that San was not only taller but also more muscular than Hongjoong, so the latter’s tries to wiggle and struggle free were for nothing. He groaned in pain as the wooden edges of his instrument forcefully dug into his skin; he clawed at it, but to no avail. He had no chance against San.

Despite knowing how hopeless it was for himself, Hongjoong refused to go down without a fight and proceeded kick and scream in San’s hold, “You’re making a huge m-mistake-”

His vision spun before going black, his pleas going silent while his body went limb. Everything stopped, except for San. He continued to stab and mutilate the older until he deemed it enough and was satisfied, stepping backwards after. He got what he came here for. Taking a quick picture with his phone to show to both you and the police what had taken place (although he’d come up with an alibi for the authorities, of course), he backtracked his steps and left the house as fast as his feet would take him.

Still under the safe and dark blanket of the night, he made his way back to his own house. Making sure to hide the bloody knife where no one would find it, he cleaned himself off briefly before he got an idea for how he could use the ‘souvenir’ he brought for you.

You jumped slightly in your spot on San’s bedroom, curled up and hiding your face behind your knees even now, when you heard him slam the front door shut which signalled you that he had returned from whatever he was out doing. You feared the worst as you listened carefully, presuming the noise he was making to be coming from his kitchen.

You looked up when the bedroom door clicked open and San entered, a smug and satisfied grin on his face as he moved to set a jar on the bedside table before crouching in front of you.

“I’m home, bunny. Did you miss me~?” His falsely innocent, sweet tone was still something you despised, although you felt genuine fear for what he could do to you simply by looking at the tiny smudge of blood lingering on his cheek, so you nodded obediently.

“Good. I just had to have a little chat with your pretty boy, and look what he gave me~!” San cheerfully nudged his head towards the bedside table, and the sight you were met with made you feel sick to your stomach.

What you assumed to be Hongjoong’s bloody heart. In a jar. You kept glancing back and forth between him and the object, gaping at him in both shock and disbelief of what he had done.

“What do you think of it, love? Pretty, isn’t it~? Go on, tell me.” He encouraged you softly, "You told him he had your heart right? Now you have his forever!” He chirped, and your voice was shaky as you spoke.

“Y-you monster!” You exclaimed, cursing yourself internally for your stuttering as you cursed at him, “You heartless bastard, you didn’t have to kill him!”

“I didn’t want to kill him,” he admitted softly, looking down as if he felt any sense of remorse for any of his actions within the last hour or so, “but he left me no choice. He refused to break up with you. He refused to let me love you without... all this.” He gestured vaguely, pulling out his phone to show you the photo he took, “He refused to let me have even one thing I wanted for myself, even though he always got whatever he wished for. Desperate times require desperate measures, I had no choice...”

San trailed off, your own face paling at the realization that Hongjoong had been murdered because of a petty rivalry of sorts from the past that San had yet to let go of.

Feeling lightheaded by the abundance of information swimming in your already aching head, you blacked out. When you came to your senses again, it appeared to be morning and San was making noise in another room.

Tears wet your face as you shakily reached for your phone, wishing you hadn’t because the very first notification you opened was a headline you had prayed wouldn’t be reality, accompanied by the very picture San had taken the previous night.

“Up and coming pianist Kim Hongjoong brutally murdered in his home last night; investigations still ongoing”

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